#the first three im probably working on an assignment or taking a bath then later play d4 and bandori.

[caramelmochacrow]

thought it was friday today, twas a lie :(

[jimipoo]

All yours.

prompt: Since your boyfriend is a dancer you thought it was a good idea to learn a TikTok dance with him and post it for fun. Until suddenly, everyone wants to take him from you and you are not pretty happy with it.

pairings: choreographer!jimin x oc

genre: fluff and a tiny bit of angst (insecurity but its harmless)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: jimin is so sweet and flirty it makes u roll ur eyes, oc is emotional all the time lmfao but in conclusion, theyre that couple + they r domestic bc dats my fav trope

a/n: plots kinda lame but cute imo.. its jus something i randomly thought of as im scrollin thru tiktok bc i hav an addiction yay ^__^ plus i love this tiktok dance LOL anyway its my first ever fic, im nervous so pls tell me what u think about it :3 im still a beginner at writing so it might b messy and rushed >.< but aaa hope u enjoy hehe

if u have tiktok, u might kno about this ;) jus imagine jimin dancing to this song *screams and does a backflip*

It’s becoming increasingly rare for you and Jimin to be home at the same time these days. As much as you want to wait for him every night, draw him a warm bath after a long day of practicing at his dance studio for hours, you can’t. Because you'd be passed out by the time he got home. The only time you’d be able to see him is during mornings when both of you are getting ready for work, one or two kisses on the cheek and it’d be another long hours for the both of you to see each other again.

And you miss him, quite a lot actually. For being such a clingy and affectionate partner and all your texts for him being all “Baby, I miss you :(” you highly doubt that you would be able to survive a full week without at least feeling his presence.

Jimin misses you too, of course. But as much as he feels bad for not coming home early as usual, and as much as he wanted to see you home and eat dinner with you like before, his practicing/working hours needed to be extended for some time because this new choreography for this K-pop boy group is not as easy to master and he feels as if he running out of time. You’d understand though, you know how hard he’s been working and all you want to do is take care of him as you’d like. 

This Friday was one of those rare days. Jimin was able to finish everything he needed to do in his studio ahead of schedule and returned home with a takeout bag from your favorite restaurant. Just a little something to make up for the time you hadn't spent together in the previous weeks.

It’s 9pm and you were really tired. Your back hurts, your legs hurt, even your fingers hurt from all of the typing and note-taking you were doing the whole day. But at this point, all you really want to do is flop your now weak body on the bed, let your heavy eyelids close and drift you off to sleep, giving little to no care about changing from your work clothes which you are probably going to regret later on. You could say that today, specifically, has been a little rough on you. Your boss’ assistant turned out to be absent due to some sickness and because of that, you were the one who was assigned to take over most of her work. You thought it was just that, but during lunch, you accidentally bump someone and spill your mango juice on both of you. They were nice about it, saying that they had a spare shirt to change in their locker. However, you had to deal with the fact that your favorite dress shirt got a huge yellow stain that looked like someone had peed on you.

You thought it was just that, but it happened again. You then accidentally spilled the same mango juice on three of your papers, which you frantically fan with a thin notebook until someone offers you their mini hairdryer. It didn’t dry all the way, but it was enough to make the yellow splotch go away. Your overall summary of your day was just a pure mess, and you were just about to curse at the universe for making you suffer like this. 

Again, it’s 9pm and you were really tired. 

You wrap your hands around the doorknob, lazily pushing the door with your shoulder as you let out a sigh. A very familiar voice of a man immediately echoed through the apartment and you look up, only to see your favorite person, whose lips and eyes were formed into an upturned smile. You felt as if the heavy feeling in your body had been evaporated. 

You’d never expect to see Jimin at this hour being home earlier than you. He was placing some take-out boxes on the table and from what you’ve observed, it’s from your favorite restaurant. His brown hair was slightly ruffled and it looked like he’d just been woken up from a nap. You thought he looked adorable like that, his large, sleeved shirt that made his cute hands look like paws as he looks over to you with puppy eyes and that oh, so cute smile on his face. His crooked tooth peeking out a little. 

You immediately drop your things and tightly wrap your arms around his waist as if you hadn’t seen each other in a decade.

“Jimin!” you squeal, never letting go of his waist and you softly inhale as the smell of fresh laundry mixed with his scent hits through your nose. Your favorite.

“You really missed me that much, huh?” Jimin chuckles, his words slightly sounding heavy as he’d just woken up an hour ago. Bringing his right arm to place on your back, he pulls you closer to him.

“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in weeks,” your voice comes out a little muffled as your face is buried in his chest. You feel like crying, this week really has been pretty bad for you and finally getting to spend some time with your favorite person in the whole world has only been the good thing that’s happened. You try your best to let out a quiet sniffle, but Jimin heard it. 

“Oh my god, are you crying?” He immediately says, his voice laced with concern. “Baby..” he gently grabs your face to make you look up at him, his heart sinks when he sees you red-eyed and it’s clear that you were crying. 

“I’m sorry, today was just terrible, and,” you pause to sniffle, “I’m glad I came home to you.” you finished. You see Jimin looking at you with concern, “I know baby, I know.” he brings your face close to his chest again and embraces you tightly, placing his chin on top of your head as he sways both of you.

“I missed you too.” Jimin clarifies. “Let’s eat now, I’m hungry. Thank you for this.” you let go of his embrace, quickly helping set up the table and both of you take a seat, You start unwrapping your food and so does he, you take a huge bite and sigh in relief because finally, you haven’t eaten since lunchtime. You mentally thank god for having such a sweet boyfriend who never gets sick of you and your clingy-ness. Or maybe he is, he’s just good at hiding it. You thought. 

It’s 10pm and both of you are laying on the bed, your head comfortably rests against Jimin’s chest as his right arm tightly wraps around your shoulder for support, you could still smell his body wash as he had just gotten out of the shower after you. You’d trade everything if it meant you get to cuddle with him like this forever.

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks, looking over to your phone, curious to see what you’ve been watching on your phone because he noticed you’ve gone quiet and all he could hear was some music playing over and over again. The show playing on your shared TV had been long abandoned but neither of you feel like turning it off.

Jimin sees a woman, dancing to a song to what he guesses sung by an American artist named Doja Cat. “Oh wow, she’s good,” Jimin observed, being a dancer himself, he found the choreography pretty impressive, and if he were to learn it, he thinks he might even do it better. Or should he say, eat it up?

You start humming along with the song, suddenly, a light bulb in your brain lit up as you let out a gasp. Looking up at Jimin, he looks at you with curious eyes. “You think you can do this dance?” your lips form a smile.

“Who do you think I am?” he jokes, “I’m a dancer, of course, I can.”

“Do you wanna shoot a Tiktok video?”

“What do you mean, like, we dance to it?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, I think you’d look hot.”

Jimin’s lips tugged in a smirk, “Hot?” this earns a laugh from you. “Yes! I think I’ve gotten a hang of it though, it’s pretty easy.”

Spending time with your boyfriend is and will always be enough to charge your energy battery. Even if it meant forcing him to film and dance to this random video you found while mindlessly scrolling through Tiktok. This was exactly what you and Jimin needed after those long stressful weeks, especially after you had a bad day today at work. Jimin had always told you how dancing is like therapy, and for once, you agree. Because this is so fucking fun.

“How did you know all the steps already? I’m still struggling a little,” you pursed your lips at him.

“Okay, well, try to follow my moves,” he repeats the dance but slowly, so you could easily mimic his movement. You start getting a hang of it, and you can’t help the heat flowing across your cheeks as Jimin gives you praises and you think if he’s like this when he’s actually teaching a student.

But right now, you’re his student.

Luckily, it didn’t take you long enough to master this dance so you immediately press record on your phone and dance along to the song, but as you were dancing, you mess up one move, “Ahh! No!” you let out a giggle and Jimin does as well.

You couldn’t care less about messing up, since this was just purely out of fun, plus, you’ve always thought he’d look sexy dancing to this song.

Your phone finishes recording and you quickly grab it as it shows the preview, showing both of you dancing and you cringe at the sight of you dancing and notice how your moves were slightly delayed and undetailed, unlike Jimin who moves as if he was the one who choreographed this dance. It was clear who was the real dancer between the two of you, he wasn’t even giving his full best, and yet, it still leaves you stunned and blown away. Regardless, you were definitely right about Jimin looking sexy while dancing to this song.

“Damn, look at you move!” Jimin teases as he watches the video over your shoulder, “You can tell I was struggling,” you said in between giggles.

“You did great babe, you look cute.” he nudges you, rolling your eyes in which earns a chuckle from him.

“I’m gonna upload this so our friends could see how cute we are.” you quickly type in your caption: “Roped him into dancing to this song with me 😌 @ParkJimin” you hit post and you wait for it to load and show up in your feed.

“We’re that couple, huh?”

“We’re that couple.”

The following morning, you wake up to the continuous ding! sound echoing throughout your shared bedroom, you could’ve sworn that it was just a part of a weird dream you were currently having, but no, that sickeningly annoying sound was no other than from your own phone. As your brain begins to realize what was happening around you, your red eyes immediately shot open, quickly bringing your hand over to the bedside table to grab your phone, you try to move quietly as you realize that Jimin was still sleeping peacefully beside you. You quickly take a quick glance at him, making sure your shuffling didn’t wake him up.

You open your phone to see about 500 notifications from TikTok.

You sit up as you quickly unlock your phone, confused as to why you suddenly have that many amounts of notifications when all you do in that app was scroll through your For You Page for hours until you find that one funny video that will make you sob from extreme laughter. Did someone hack your account perhaps? Is it a virus? You try to rack your brain but you were still too sleepy to remember anything from last night, and your body is also, pretty sore.

The moment you open the app, it hits you.

You made a TikTok with your boyfriend and it blew up.

It had 10 million views, 3 million likes, and 100 thousand comments.

What.. the fuck? How?

You quickly tap on your video and went straight to the comments, you were immediately met with comments from people thirsting for Jimin, your boyfriend. Your eyes widen as you scroll through them, some of them were straight-up sexualizing him, and a lot of them were comments about how he was too pretty for you, and how odd that you guys are together. Some were even arguing that you guys are probably siblings. What is wrong with these people?

Instead of feeling angry, you felt your heart sink as you scroll more and insecurity gushes through you. You were never the type to feel upset over anything like this, but lately, you’ve been feeling very sensitive and you never even thought that this one video of you guys dancing will have an impact on people like this. You only posted this for fun, so why were they so mean to you? And what do they know about your relationship to judge you like that, plus the audacity to say nasty stuff about YOUR boyfriend? Are you really that ugly? Should you tell Jimin? Should you just delete it? What if people start blowing up your DMs? What if-

“Baby?”

You immediately turn your head to see Jimin who was now awake, puffy-eyed, and pursed lips as he looks up at you, his knotted eyebrows mimicking yours. “What’s wrong? Why were you looking at your phone so intensely?” he innocently asks. You don’t say anything and just showed your phone to him, his eyes immediately squint from the brightness and the blurriness, realizing he still can’t see what you were showing to him, he swiftly turns to grab his eyeglasses from his side’s bedside table, he puts it on. All he sees are comments, but he’s confused. “What is that?”

“Our little TikTok video blew up, and people are being mean for some reason,” you answer.

“Huh? Wh-what do you mean?” he’s still confused, the drowsiness was still preventing him to be aware of what’s currently happening. “It went viral, I mean,” you look through the comments again with a scowl on your face and Jimin sits up, scooting closer to look over your phone. Suddenly, the realization hits him like a truck. “We’re famous?!” is what his first response was.

This made you laugh, “More like, you’re famous,” you hold up your phone to his face, “Everyone is hating on me. Look at these.”

You see his eyes quickly scan through the screen, a divot slowly beginning to form between his eyebrows as he begins to scroll. Suddenly, he grabs his phone from your hand, his thumbs were moving very quickly and you realize that he was replying to one of the comments, you saw his finger tap the send button. “Hey!” You grab your phone from his hands.

user1: There’s no way this pretty guy is with this.. whew anyways 😳

user2 replied: right like..

user3 replied: omg fr hes too pretty for her, look at the way he moves too

user4 replied: why u guys so mean theyre cute :/

user5 replied to user4: naur the girl ruining the video with her dancing lmfao

user3 replied to user5: BYEEEMFMGM

user2 replied to user5: FRR DOE LMAOOO i want a seperate video of him dancing woman he fine as helllll😩

YN replied: lol ok at least I get to suck his dick <3

Your eyes widens at his comment and you let out a gasp, “Jimin!” you slap his shoulder, to which he laughs. “What? It’s true! I’m just telling them who really owns me.” he rubs his shoulder, “That hurt, by the way.”

“Who really owns you?” this made your eyebrows rise and your mouth formed into an amused grin, you let out a laugh.

“Yeah, baby. I’m all yours. Always has been.” he clarifies with that shit-eating grin he sports everytime he acts all cocky and flirty around you. You playfully roll your eyes, trying to hide the fact that it still has an effect on you, it’s one of the things that made you fall for him, anyway.

“Now,” he grabs your phone once again and places it on the bed, but this time you don’t react. You watch him bring one of his legs over yours and sits on your lap so his legs were on either side of yours. A smirk visibly formed on his pretty puffy lips.

“We’ll deal with those people later, they don’t know what they’re talking about. For now, let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“Oh and,” he adds, “You look really sexy when you dance.”

“Oh, really now, Park Jimin?"

[woozisnoots]

hii i have a semi-emergency request bc i’ve been feeling really unmotivated and down lately. i feel like i wake up everyday just to study and eat and go back to sleep. i’m in my first yr of med school and it’s been really difficult to adjust to, but it’s not like a super urgent request or anything.

but if you’re up for it, could i request a mega fluff with wonwoo where he tries to cheer the reader up with cuddles and kisses or smth like that ? thank you <3 if not, that’s ok i understand

i also wanted to say that i think that it’s rly sweet of you to have emergency requests open for people who badly need it :) i hope you have a lovely week <33

im so so sorry for the delay, i also had school going on but omg med school 😭😭 ofc i’ll take this request on, that’s a lot of stress! might be a lil rusty, but i hope you still like it! 

𝙨𝙥𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮

° pairing: wonwoo x reader ° genre: fluff B) ° summary: a well rested spa day with bae! ° word count: 865 ° warning: none! ° a/n: unedited.

masterlist!

you started the day with a blank document in front of you and a three espresso shot latte with a generous amount of macadamia nut milk at hand. ten hours later, you have progressed three pages into your supposedly 30 page care plan for this single patient. glancing at the clock obnoxiously ticking at half past nine, you think now would be a good time for a break. you dismiss the need to go into your kitchen to eat and instead, focus your attention on your boyfriend. or rather, lack thereof. 

usually, wonwoo could easily be found in this office. it’s a shared space with both your school supplies and textbooks stacked shelf by shelf; he just spends extra time here since his gaming setup is also his work space and yes, it’s as distracting as it sounds. luckily, you made the agreement that you would get the office for the day for this wretched one assignment. since the switch, you haven’t seen wonwoo all day and now, he was nowhere in sight. nor was your pet orange striped cat, turnip.  

picking up your phone buried in all your paperwork, you swipe up, ignoring the hundreds of unread text messages and hurry to dial wonwoo’s number. 

“hey, where are you?” you asked, sounding falsely urgent. 

“hi, how are you? did you eat, drink enough water? bathe, perhaps?” you snort at the sudden rampage of questions, knowing damn well that he knows you’ve been trapped in the office since morning. your lack of response is enough of an answer for him. “i’m in our room, where else?” he says on the other line. 

“with turnip?” another valid question you are obliged to ask. 

while waiting for his answer, you neatly organize the desk in stacks so you can easily access them later that evening, or rather if you do. but first, you make your way out the stuffy room and escort yourself to your bedroom for much needed cuddle times. stopping right in front of the door, you leave your mouth agape before verifying with wonwoo over the phone. “the bedroom? okay, so why is there… steam coming out then?” 

“not important, why have you been trapped in our office all day?” wonwoo turns the tables on you, causing you to groan in defeat. 

“touché, but in my defense,” you pause to choose the right words to say. unfortunately, you knew whatever you were going to say, your boyfriend was quick to counter. “i’m not the one that prescribed them 56 different medications, i just write them.” 

“and i have to learn how the body responds to cardiogenic shock all by tomorrow. and yet, here i am having a spa day with turnip.” 

the last of his words has you in awe, taking a full minute to comprehend the words he just said. then again, you push that aside and prioritize the real reason why you’ve seeped out of the cave. “i won’t even ask. i want cuddles from you both and a five minute nap, so i’m coming in.”

“wait hold on, i need to-”

you cut him off, hanging up the phone unapologetically before gripping the doorknob to your bedroom. you didn’t know what to expect based off your boyfriend’s seemingly outrageous statements, but this was unexpectedly lesser than you thought.  

“oh hell, you weren’t kidding. what is all this?” 

you aren’t really expecting much of an answer. if the humidifier and chocolate covered hazelnut scented candles didn’t already give it away, you take it that the cucumbers on their faces weren’t for snacking. 

 “it’s called a self care day,” wonwoo speaks, turning his head only slightly towards you to prevent the cold vegetable from falling off his face. “you should do more of those.” 

“Well, actually, i was going to take a nap,” you scoff in response, each word weighing your body to the ground all while you make your way to your side of the bed- which was promptly vacated by the, much smaller, third love of your life. “unless you have an extra face mask and some cucumbers, then maybe i’ll take you up on that.” 

“you can cut your own cucumbers.” letting one cucumber slide, wonwoo’s eyes peek out from under as well as a smirk forming creases and cracks at the corner of his lips. “but i will gladly assist you in some facial washes and a decent back massage. all for the price of a single kiss.” 

“you don’t have to ask me twice.” 

you muster just enough strength to move turnip towards the center of the bed for you to fit at the edge. after delivering a sloppy kiss to your boyfriend’s lips, you lay down ready to apply the face mask he then handed you. shivers run down your spine as the thin, cold __ applies across your face. the relaxing sensation easily causing you to slowly drift into a long awaited slumber, a ‘thank you’ is barely audible even as a form of a whisper. 

“anything for the person that’s probably gonna be responsible for my life later on,” wonwoo scoffs, reapply a new set of cucumber eye masks. 

“later on? i do that now.”

[marshaeb]

"P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!"

Chapter Two

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It all happened in October of last year. Five days after spending the most magical night of pleasure and ecstasy with Jackson.

I could still remember the bright sunlight piercing through the morning’s autumn sky. Hitting my sleepy face as my eyes fluttered open.

The fresh smell of pines, fuming the air from the forest was strong that day. I’ve even gotten up before the pack’s guards rippled their howls throughout the territory, which was something a non-morning person like me was never famous for.

I would either be awakened by Talloc flapping her wings loudly against the window post after returning from her late-night hunt. Or, from Mom bursting through my room door. Irritating me as she tore open my blinds and scolding me about the little mess and feathers laid around. Then ranting in my head about being late for work again.

Yeah, It was definitely a particular day. Talloc wasn’t back as yet from her late-night hunting and mom was probably still out on her morning run she does every day. Being the perfectionist that she is.

I rolled within the thick comforter of my bed, shivering slightly as the drafty air whisked over my body.

The time clock, stationed above my wall, was only three minutes away until the hand struck twelve, making it precisely six o’clock. I stripped away my covers and placed my bare feet onto the cold wooden floor. My mind had instantly drifted to Jackson. I hadn’t seen him since that night we spent together.

Ever since graduation, and being enrolled in our elected work fields, we were too busy to spend time with each other. He was a trained warrior wolf and I worked in the hospital as a nurse, under the head nurse, Mrs. Osborne.

After I had stuffed my bag with my scrapes of notes and my anatomy textbook, Talloc had suddenly appeared at the window, frightening me half to death.

“Talloc!” I gasped, holding my heaving chest. “You scared me there!”

I paused and took a quick glance at the clock once more then back at my sassy snowy owl, who was rolling her neck at me with a little too much attitude.

“You’re three minutes late, Miss sassy pants,” I said walking over to her when I found a drop of blood, stain on her white features. “Gosh, were you at war with your food last night, Tal’?”

She screeched aloud and rotated her neck once more to agree.

“I figured.” I chuckled, trying to quickly get dressed. “I’m working the early shift today so... you know where to find me.”

After I had finished getting dressed in my baby blue scrubs, a loud shrieking sound, like nails raking against a chalkboard, came through my window. Instantly I recognized that sound. It was my best friend Sarah’s male owl, Gideon. He was a feisty one himself. Always snapping at someone’s finger whenever he got the chance to.

I looked over and noticed the beige envelope, caught in the crook of his beak with my name on it.

“Sarah wrote to me?” I was baffled, taking the thin envelope from his sharp beak before he snapped at me. I’d already gotten too many peeks and bruises from talloc whenever I attempt to groom her, I don’t need anymore.

I tore open the envelope and unraveled the folded note.

Read:

Hey there you! I’ve given Gileon half an hour to deliver this to you. You and I know he can get a little sidetracked and probably arrived an hour later instead.

But my intentions were for him to reach you before you leave for work to read this. So if he did made it before you left, bravo Gileon! If not...let’s not acted surprised.

Anyway, I just wanted to remind you of the graduate’s after-party at the St Pete’s Tavern this afternoon. Everyone’s going to be there and you better be too! I don’t want to go alone, Joe-y!

You know the routine if your mom happens to gets in the way. Be ready at seven o’clock. I’ll be there to pick you up after I’m done marking my fourth-graders test papers.

~~~

A heavy sigh had left my lips thinking heavily on everything I had just read. A graduation after-party with the same people I scarcely liked during high school was the main reason I felt so hesitant. Then, I had to sneak out again and risk the chance of getting in trouble for it. Though I was done with school... I wasn’t eighteen as yet. So, therefore, mom was still responsible for me and the places I go and it was definitely not partying.

Unless she was there or it’s something to do with the pack. A werewolf graduation party where there’ll be heavy drinking and smoking, skinny dipping, gambling, and many promiscuous, immature activities was one thing she or any strict mother would not approve of.

At the last graduation party, a girl was so intoxicated, she fractured her head which left her in a coma diving headfirst into the shallow end of the pool. Obviously, Mom was furious about the incident seeing that she’s the leader of the pack, and took great pride in her reputation. Having by St Pete’s was risking being that it’s out of the territory, but Sarah was my best friend and I would hate to let her down. Plus, I might get the chance to see Jackson again.

He’d been on my ever since the other night. The kissing, the cuddling, and those sweet-talk alone had me craving him like a crazy ex-girlfriend...I wouldn’t mention the mind-blowing sex. I wanted more... I wanted him.

My thoughts were instantly intervened by the sudden ruckus coming from my window. Talloc and Gileon had caught themselves in a nasty encounter like they always do when they see each other. They were picking and clawing at each other like vicious monsters with their beaks and talons.

“No! Stop that, now! I said launching at them to break them apart. In return, one of their talons had accidentally slashed me deeply on my wrist up to the inside of my forearm.

“O-ouch!” I yelped through clenched teeth, gasping my bleeding wound. Before I could stain my clothes with blood, I held my bleeding arm a few inches away from me, apply as much pressure as I could.

I shooed them both outside and glanced up at the clock once more. It was thirty-five minutes after six. Any more time wasted, I would have been late for work for the third time this week.

I rushed into the bath and ran some warm water over my aching wound. It burned like hell, but I suck up the pain and rushed downstairs to the first kit.

Surprisingly, mom was still not back from her morning run. I wondered where she could have been so late. I thought maybe she was at the office or had dropped the twins, Sammy and Samantha a.k.a, Dwight and Angela at school. Which I highly doubted since everyone knew mom the alpha. They hated the attention she always caused.

I didn’t blame them either. Mom could be such a pain sometimes...well most of the time.

After wrapping up my wounded, sore arm, I rush out and took the quickest shortcut to work before Mrs. Osborne report to mom again about being late to work.

~~~~

By the skin of my teeth, I made it on time three minutes before Mrs. Osborne began marking the register, then assigned us to work.

“What happened to your arm, Ms. Hunnings?” She asked as the other trainee nurses looked our way.

I quickly hid my arm behind me, trying to throw it off like it was nothing, though it ached so badly.

“I can obviously see that you’re hiding it from me.” She said, raising a sharp brow at me.

I held my breath, praying she would just let me be from drawing more attention than she already has.

“I-its nothing, seriously...” I choked slightly on my words. I said, trying to convince her.

“Probably got that, trying to sneak out her window again.” I overheard two girls whispering about me to my left. “I bet she still gets tucked into bed at night too...poor baby.”

I recognize their voice immediately and wasn’t surprised by who it was. Chelsea and her little sidekick, Eugenia always had something to say. It was one thing dealing with them, causing trouble and telling rumors about me in grade school, now I had to deal with their crap here at work too.

I immediately took a deep breath, trying my best to control my wolf growling within me.

“Ms. Lincole and Ms. Robinson, we will not have that kind of behavior in this environment!” Mrs. Osborne said. “This is a hospital, not high school.”

A small smile had formed on my face seeing their faces as they got set in their place. Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Potters never set them straight like this. Finally, someone was calling them out on their bullshit!

“You all can get to work now,” she dismissed the trainees. I too was about to leave when she stopped me from taking another step.

“Not you... Ms. Hunnings.” She seethed through her teeth. “I wasn’t through talking with you, was I?”

I paused and looked her in those large hazel eyes, piercing through her thick glasses at me.

“No ma’am,” I cleared my throat nervously. “I-I’m--my apologies... Ma’am.”

After a few seconds of awkward silence, she sighed deeply and said, “Show me your hand, Ms. Hunnings.”

Having no other choice, I showed her my injured arm. The untidy bandaging I had done was covered in blood.

“Goodness!” she exclaimed. “This is nothing? You’re losing too much blood.”

My eyes widened at the sight of it. I hadn’t realized how bad it was. I was in a rush when it all happened. She sat me down and rest my arm across the table, collecting a few gauze pads and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

Undressing the bandaging, she gasped at the long, deep gash in my arm.

“Goddess! What happened?” She asked applying the solution onto the pad, patting it gently onto my cut.

Instantly, I bit back the pain as the peroxide began to foam in my open wound.

“My friend Sarah’s owl... and my owl had a little scuffle. I tried to intervene...but...” I said, holding back the pain. “I was clawed.”

“This isn’t a thin gash...you might need a few stitches,” she explained. “It’s really deep and needs a thorough cleaning. An owl’s talon is very infectious. Especially since they use them to catch and eat disease-carrying prey.

I panted and swallowed deeply. “How many do you think I need?” I asked.

She observed it carefully and said, “I’m not quite sure. Probably nine...the most.”

I blew out a deep breath and hung my head. “That’s a lot.” I sighed.

“Don’t worry.” She winked at me. “I’ll have you patched up in no time. Then I’ll prescribe you some pain killers for the soreness.”

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After Mrs. Osborne was done stitching and coating a dime-size amount of antibiotics cream over my wound, she began to dressed my arm and gave me two tablets to take for the pain.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Loved,” I said playfully, but deep down I did. She took my response personally, judging by how serious her countenance had turned. “Sorry, I meant...thank you. I feel much better.”

She leaned away and disposed of the bloody clothes. “I don’t think you can work in your condition, but you could assist me and take notes for today.”

Though Mrs. Osborne is always busy and takes her work seriously, I was thrilled to work under her for the day. It was a perfect opportunity to see and learn more whiles the others carried out their basic assignments.

That day at work continued on much differently compared to the first day I started. I had the chance to work with Nurse Osborne one-on-one. I had learned and seen so much. That day couldn’t get any more stranger than it already was.

That’s what I thought...

After a few hours had passed since knocking off from work and explaining over a thousand times to mom and dad how I got my wound, I was well-rested and got myself ready for the party. I wore a long sleeve midi dress with a pair of sneakers. I braided my puff into a long ponytail, then apply a light blush of makeup on my face.

There, I heard Sarah calling out for me through our mind link. When sensed that the coast was clear, I creep quietly out my window with one arm and hopped inside the passenger seat of her car.

My conscience started to bother me as we made our way to the venue. I was so uneased. My heart was accelerating faster than it normally should. Something just didn’t feel right about this and like always, I took it lightly.

Unaware of the danger that awaited me that would change my life forever.

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Gaming AU - Sleepless Night

Soooo.... hey guys! Now that life is starting to chill a little I’ve found myself wanting to write again (yay \o/). Here’s a little something for the Gaming AU that was inspired by some very sleepless nights I’ve had recently. It’s set in the time before everyone met in person and before Weiss and Yang really began to hit things off. Anyway... ENJOY!

Weiss lay on top of her bed, staring at the patterns of moonlight filtering in through the open curtains onto the ceiling. Briefly, she glanced away to look at the clock on her bedside table, 2:45am. She’d been laying there for a good three hours now, her mind once again unable to switch off and let her get the rest she so desperately needed right now.

Sighing to herself, Weiss sat up. Well if her mind wasn’t going to let her rest, she may as well do something semi-productive… well semi-productive to her at least. She was sure her father would be shocked and appalled if he ever realised that his youngest daughter was exactly that type of person that made his business so successful.

Monitors blazed to life as she hit the power button on the PC, bathing the room in blue before the home screen loaded up. It didn’t take long before the all too familiar log in window popped up and the theme music began to play through her headphones. Quickly, Weiss entered her details and began loading in on Myrtenaster.

Once she’d loaded in though, she sat back and stared at the screen. She hadn’t actually considered what she wanted to do to try and pass the time. She opened up the Looking for Group list, scanning through each of the different game modes to see if there were and active groups, even though that wasn’t very likely given the time. She’d finally found a couple of groups looking for one of the high-end adventures and was about to join one when a whisper message popped up in the chat box.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: so… cant sleep again?

Weiss raised her eyebrow. What was Ember doing up at this time? And more importantly, how did she know that this wasn’t the first time she’d logged on when the insomnia made it clear she wasn’t going to get any sleep that night?

(whisper from) Ember Celia: ello?

(whisper from) Ember Celia: I knw u didnt fall asleep at ur desk cuz u jst logged on

Weiss rolled her eyes, even as a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and typed a quick reply.

(whisper from) Myrtenaster: You know, it’s getting harder and harder to believe that you’re not stalking me when you say things like that.

She could almost hear the chuckle and teasing tone in Ember’s response.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: well I dnt normally show as online this late

(whisper from) Ember Celia: stops the weirdos messaging me :P

Weiss’ small smile turned into a frown, concern growing in her that perhaps she might not be the only member of their guild who suffered from insomnia.

(whisper from) Myrtenaster: Are you often online this late? Or is this a one-off for you?

It took at little while for the response to come through, so Weiss began to reorganise her inventory while she waited.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: I guess probs more often thn I shld

(whisper from) Ember Celia: bt nt as often as u I bet

(whisper from) Ember Celia: btw Im runnin round doin sum gatherin n events if u wanna join

A party invite popped up on Weiss’ screen a moment later and she accepted. At least this would give her something to do, and it would be nice to just casually chat with someone. Even if that someone had a tendency to infuriate her most of the time. She opened up her map, found the marker indicating the location of her party member and began making her way over.

Ember Celia: so whts got u up so late?

She took a moment to decide whether or not she wanted to open up to her guild mate about what had been causing her so much trouble recently as she cleared out some Grimm that had crossed her path. Eventually, she decided to hold off revealing too much; after all, even though she’d been playing with her current guild mates for almost a year now she’d never dared to reveal anything about herself aside from the fact that she was from Atlas.

Myrtenaster: Oh just stressed about school work and such. All those normal young adult things.

Myrtenaster: What about you?

Myrtenaster: Actually, don’t tell me, I’ll guess. You probably have a report due tomorrow, but instead of focussing on an important assignment you thought it would be far more productive to play instead.

‘Dammit Weiss! This is why they call you the Ice Queen…’ Weiss sighed. ‘Ember hasn’t done anything except offer you some company and express some concern. But noooo… you couldn’t let your stupid walls down for one minute.’

She had just typed her response of “I’m so sorry Ember, that was out of line.” at the same time a response came through.

Ember Celia: Myrtenaster, when was the last time you actually slept? For like a whole night.

Before the irrational part of her brain could take Ember’s comment as an insult the rational side noticed the change in their writing style. The fact that Ember had put the effort in to use correct grammer, something they rarely did… much to Weiss’ distain, seemed to imply genuine care on the other gamer’s part. Weiss found herself in an internal struggle over how to reply; be honest and open up, or revert to her usual behaviour and strengthen her walls. The battle was still waring as the next messages popped up.

Ember Celia: I know it’s not really any of my business but I doubt this is all because of ‘normal young adult things’ and I get the feeling that if it’s as bad as I think it is you probably don’t have anyone to talk to about it.

Ember Celia: So I want you to know, I’m here if you need someone to talk to… because I look out for my friends.

Ember Celia: Even if they are an Ice Queen who can’t take a joke sometimes.

Weiss just stared in shock at the screen as Ember’s character ran off to fight a pack of Grimm that spawned nearby. She still wasn’t sure exactly what to make of the situation she was in; and yet she found herself typing.

Myrtenaster: Thank you Ember. That actually means a lot to me.

Myrtenaster: But I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk about it… yet.

She held her breath, anxiously waiting for a reply.

Ember Celia: No problem. How about we just play instead for now?

Ember Celia: I was thinking about doing some of the low-level dungeons to get some new clothing items.

Ember Celia: takes a lot fo wrk to keep this pretty ass lookin so fiiiiiiine!!!

Weiss snorted at the abrupt return of the crass and unabashed Ember she was used to. Yet she couldn’t deny the small smile once again tugging at her mouth.

Myrtenaster: Of course that’s where all your in-game effort goes. Ohm forbid you should show up to a raid wearing the same outfit as the previous one.

Ember Celia: AH! theres my ice queen!

Weiss’ smile grew.

She didn’t even realise how long they had been playing together until the first few rays of sunlight creeped across the room. Checking the time, Weiss noted she still had a little over an hour before her alarm would go off.

Myrtenaster: Well I should really try to get some sleep before school.

Ember Celia: That would be a good idea…

Ember Celia: And I should probably get started on that report I was avoiding!

Myrtenaster: EMBER!

Ember Celia: Whoa! I’m kidding!

Myrtenaster: You better be.

Ember Celia: Or what? You gunna freeze me Ice Queen?

Weiss narrowed her eyes at the screen, as if she could make the other feel her glare through it.

Ember Celia: I bet you have cold toes

Ember Celia: And I bet you’re the type to try and put those cold toes somewhere warm when you snuggle with someone…

Weiss glared harder, not responding.

Ember Celia: Alright, I might be a bit over tired…

Ember Celia: So I’ll leave that line of teasing for another night…

Ember Celia: I hope you get some rest.

Ember Celia: And don’t forget what I said before. Online or offline, I’m here if you need me.

Her expression relaxed enough for her to type out a reply.

Myrtenaster: Thank you Ember. Aside from that last comment… tonight was surprisingly… fun.

Ember Celia: Yeah, it was.

Myrtenaster: Have a good day Ember.

Ember Celia: Yeah you too. I’ll see you for raid tonight!

The smile was back on her lips as Weiss signed out and shut everything down, climbing into bed and preparing herself to try and fall asleep again.

As she began going through her mental exercises to try and shut off her brain she kept finding herself distracted by thoughts of what had happened and what Ember had said. She had the distinct impression that she would fine Ember online again at the same time tonight. That thought made her feel surprisingly content, even if she would have to deal with Ember’s teasing.

As she felt her eyes close, she curled up to fall asleep, noticing that her feet had come up as if to tuck between someone’s shins. Weiss’ last thought before sleep finally took her was just how annoyed she was going to be at Ember for being right about her cold toes…