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kariachi · 9 months

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The other version of the 'Irene learns about Kevin's murderous past' scenario!

Kevin has some things they need to talk about...

‘Hey Princess I need to talk to you about something’

For the first time in the months they had been together Irene Beyer did not want to go meet up with her boyfriend. Normally she lamented not getting to spend enough time with him. There hadn’t been a day since they met that he hadn’t made her laugh, nor one where he’d judged her limitations. They could talk for hours about books, art, the nonexistent weather. Kevin’d even installed a misting system in his apartment so she would be comfortable on visits.

He also wanted to talk to her about something. Something he wouldn’t mention over text, and insisted had to be discussed in person.

She had enough experience in life, relationships, and media to know that was a very bad sign. One that normally meant somebody was leaving you or dying.

She went anyway.

“Princess.” He smiled when he saw her, not near to wide and bright as normal. There were dark circles beneath his eyes that made the way her already dull colors flashed briefly monotone in her worry seem somehow befitting the scene.

“Hey,” she managed, her mass tense as she entered the ‘park’. It was low quality and out of the way enough that there was only the one small group on the other end of it, most preferring the ‘real’, larger one that circled the center of the station. They preferred the larger one. But she supposed he wanted a degree of privacy… “You wanted to talk?”

“Yeah…” Even that weak smile dropping into a heavy frown Kevin fidgeted, scraping his nails intensely against his jeans, and gestured with a nod to a partially sheltered spot under a potted tree. Irene was torn, as she followed to settle beside him on the fake turf, between wanting to comfort him, to make whatever he was so concerned about better, and curling into her own mass never to be seen again.

Her colors shifted as she waited for him to speak, from the blues she’d come in to browns, then greens, then yellows and reds, all dull and desaturated. It was clear Kevin was trying to get himself and his words together, taking deep breaths, fidgeting his shoulders, absorbing and dropping the plastic ground.

“I don’t blame you,” he eventually said, looking away from her, “if you decide this is too much.” Okay, she was going to have to assume he was dying then, the bottom falling out of her at the thought. He looked healthy enough, but that that didn’t mean anything, plenty of things killed you pretty. Cancer maybe? Did Ossys even get- “I’ve murdered people.”

And that knocked the color right off of her, leaving her her natural brown-purple. She couldn’t even collapse or draw in, stuck frozen in place as she tried to process the statement she had probably least expected. Yes, she’d known he had a criminal record, but… Kevin? Her Kevin? Who made her sweets despite not being a fan himself? Told stupid jokes? Coddled his baskurr rotten? That Kevin? Her brain just spun in circles, working to reconcile the words ‘Kevin’ and ‘murderer’, only to eventually eject a single word.

“Recently?” Irene could not have told you what made that be it, out of the million questions in her head. Why? Who? How? Why, but more emphatically?

“No,” Kevin said plainly, though a hint of something that wanted to be a smile flashed across his lips. “It’s been like, a decade since my last.” A de- He was her age, they would’ve been in high school. “And I can tell you now that I don’t regret that one, or the one that came right before it, they were awful people that the universe is better without. Don’t regret the people I’ve killed in defense of myself and other either, those, they don’t count for me maybe they do for you.”

They didn’t. It surprised her to realize that. That she couldn’t hold that against him, killing to protect himself and others. She didn’t like it, the fact that there was more death on his hands was burning in the pit of her, but she couldn’t make herself judge him for it.

“When you-” She took a moment. “What do you mean by ‘awful people’?”

“They were-” Kevin swallowed, looked up, and squared his shoulders. “I’ve murdered five people that deserved it, one’d already killed my dad and left systems dead in his wake, another few traded in Osmosian parts, the rest where slavers.” Okay, okay she could see his reasoning there. Still not good, very not good, but she understood why. At least enough to begin to relax, just a bit, even as he shut his eyes and let out a shuddering breath “But, I’ve murdered six people who didn’t.”

Irene collapsed in on herself. That- There was a difference there. A very, very big one. Her mind, only just calming down, went spinning again. Even he was admitting-

“There’s innocent blood on my hands, Irene,” he continued, eyes still shut and shoulders tense, “and there’s nothing I can do to fix it or make up for it. I’m not-I don’t keep secrets like this. You need to know the kind of guy I was, still am, in a lot of ways.” The immediate image that came to mind was the amber jellyfish sitting in her bedroom, and the tired smile on Kevin’s face when he’d given it to her first thing the morning after she mentioned loving them. It didn’t line up, in her mind, the sweet and loving man against a killer against him sat here telling her about these crimes. If he had kept his mouth shut then, then she could have said it was a ruse, that the killer was the man, but… But he was telling her...

“Why,” she finally managed to ask. “If they didn’t deserve it, then why?” He heaved a shaky sigh.

“I was a seriously fucked-up kid,” he said in a tone she recognized from her own therapy sessions, from being made to process the things she went through in a manner that wasn’t just, self-hate. “I was homeless, and alone, in the worst part of my addiction, and so fucking angry. They had things I needed, or they were competition, and- I didn’t need to kill them. I didn’t, but I was angry and I wanted other people to hurt like I was, to make sure they never got the chance to hurt me.”

Huffing an empty laugh, he finally turned to her, forcing a tight smile that belied the pain gathered in the crinkles of his eyes. It cut right into the depths of her, settling in beside the hectic frenzy in her, the stark realization of the regret behind this talk. That was why he was telling her, that was why things didn’t align. This wasn’t just a fact, it was a fact that hurt him.

Despite the spinning of her mind, Irene managed to pull herself back up.

“I’m a violent person by nature,” Kevin said as the smile slowly slipped, “been called ‘feral’ more than once, and it’s not something that going to go away. A big part of why I’m seeing my shrink is to keep a handle on my temper. But, I’m trying not to be that person anymore, who kills innocent people for his own sake. I don’t want to be that.” And she could tell. He’d been young, and hurt, done horrible things realized they were horrible. What more was there in the face of that? When you knew, now, how hard they worked to be as sweet and loving as you knew them, to be better than the person they’d been before?

He'd murdered people. Innocent people, in cold blood.

He was a good man.

Letting color come back over her, dull oranges and greens, Irene slowly bobbed her head.

“Okay,” she said, stretching to lay her head on Kevin’s shoulder. He leaned his against her in turn, tension falling from his shoulders as he collapsed into a proper slump. “I’m, going to be a while processing this, but… Just, promise you won’t kill anyone else?”

“I can’t promise that, can’t promise I won’t maim fuckers if I have to either, but I can promise that I’ll keep doing my damnedest to keep the killing to a bare minimum.” It- A wave of desaturation washed over and passed her.

“I think I can live with that.”

“Just-” Kevin took and released a deep breath, turning his face into her mass. “-promise me that if I do go bad again, you’ll bolt?” Irene tensed.

“Kevin-”

“I don’t want you hurt, by anyone, including me, and I know I can snap, I’ve done it before. Promise me that if I hurt you or I threaten you, that you won’t make excuses, or try to ‘save’ me, you’ll just run and not look back.” Somehow, that helped. The acknowledgement that he could become that person again, the focus on keeping her safe from himself, seemed to cauterized the resolve in her that he was the man she’d come to know over these past months.

Slowly, she bobbed her head again.

“I promise,” she said, then surprised even herself with “I love you.”

They hadn’t said that before. But, it was true. He was everything she’d ever wanted, even things she hadn’t known she wanted until he’d come along, like someone to solve mystery films with. All of this, it didn’t change that. At least, not in a way that ruined it.

Kevin tensed beneath her, but she could feel the smile and blush creep onto his face.

“I love you too. Sorry I’m not better.” Irene shifted to press more of her mass against him, letting out a low rumble when her put an arm around her as best he could.

“That’s okay.”

She could forgive him his past, give him the chance to prove himself more than who he’d been. She could do it.

Even if her therapist was going to have a field day with it all.

#fanfic #it's always better to learn these things from your partner rather than somebody else #i again haven't yet eaten due to writing #i *did* get clothes on though so it's progress

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jsluvtzu · 8 months

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distraction

chou tzuyu x fem!reader

summary: getting a little sidetracked never hurt anybody (especially when it's tzuyu)

cw: fluffff, some cursing, slightly suggestive, men dni

wc: 694

a/n: i was smiling so hard writing this

the dimly lit room was filled with faint music coming from tzuyu's phone, and loud, aggressive typing from your laptop. you were behind on a week's worth of work since you were sick last week, and you had been at it for hours with no stopping point in view anytime soon.

"y/n.. you almost donee?" the sleepiness in tzuyu's voice made it obvious how tired she was. not just physically tired, but also tired of having to wait for you to take a break and finally pay attention to her. you were so focused on catching up that you forgot to keep track of time, unintentionally making your girlfriend worry a bit.

you sighed deeply and stretched out your hands in front of you, "almost, tzu. just a couple more slides and i'm done." tzuyu pouted and put her phone down, turning to her side to face you. "you need a break love, it's been 2 hours.. you haven't even eaten dinner yet." you glanced over at tzuyu and saw her obviously concerned expression, those pretty puppy eyes and pursed lips she gave you made your heart melt.

"i know, i know, i just really need to finish up. my boss would be on my ass if i didn't have this in by midnight." you reached your hand out to rub gently against your girlfriend's cheek, studying her features. "okay, just get it done quickly.." tzuyu grumbled and went back to scrolling mindlessly on her phone.

reluctantly, you also got back to typing away at your project, getting lost in your own world. you were so entranced by the soothing sounds of your keyboard that you didn't notice tzuyu shift around the bed to sit up until you felt her wrap her arms around yours, hugging your arm and snuggling her head on your shoulder.

you smiled and kissed the top of her head, not even peeling your eyes away from the screen for a second. tzuyu eventually dozed off on your shoulder, snoring softly and relaxing enough to the point where her head fell forward and she jolted herself back up. you slightly laughed at her clumsiness, picking her head up gently and placing her closer to you this time. tzuyu's head fit perfectly in the crook of your neck, giving her access to inhale your warm scent.

as you began to get stuck on a more confusing part of your project, staring at your screen hoping a solution would magically pop up like an ad, you felt small, soft kisses on your neck that moved up along your jaw, to your chin, and finally to your lips.

you groaned and moved your head to the side to keep your eyes on the screen, "tzuu, stop.. 'm trying- to work-" tzuyu didn't even let you get a word in and instead interrupted you with kisses in between every word. at this point your whole view was blocked by your girlfriend's face, but were you really complaining?

she kept attacking you with little kisses everywhere, peppering them all around your whole face, making loud "mwah" sounds to emphasize each one. you gave up trying to get her off of you, letting her freely show her love for you.

tzuyu got up on her knees and straddled herself over your lap, skillfully moving your laptop off to the side without breaking the kiss. you were basically eating each other's faces at this point, and you tried to slow down the pace, taking control over the moment. tzuyu complied and her kisses were now longer, more intimate. you took your time enjoying how your lips moved together in sync, tasting the usual nightly jasmine tea she drank on her tongue.

after a while, you pulled away with a small giggle, picking up your phone from the nightstand and checking the time. shit. "your project was due by midnight, right?" tzuyu whined at the sudden pause in your little makeout session, wanting nothing more than to just getting back to feeling your lips on hers again as soon as possible. "yeah.." you did a double take, looking at tzuyu and back down at your phone,

- "2:17 AM"

#twice imagines #twice x reader #twice fluff #kpop x reader #tzuyu x reader #tzuyu fluff #twice tzuyu #chou tzuyu

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nogacheloveka-blog · 3 months

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The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №9

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

I encountered an organization called "To Be Determined". It inspired me to create this drawing. In this organization, there are 6 people who trade highly nonfunctional and peculiar items. I immediately imagined it as a shop run by lost Temmies (Flowey and Bob) from different AUs within Backrooms.

I noticed that there aren't that many prepared posts about bad guys in the backrooms - maybe two or three more. A couple of weeks ago, I started a new job and haven't been drawing much.

I think these posts about bad guys will be once a week, on Saturdays.

Please wish me inspiration =)

The new rooms were similar to Level 0 in their structure. Clusters of office rooms, with and without office furniture. But now there was a pleasant addition in the form of windows. The closed door of the previous place, as before, disappeared behind them when they passed through it. Nightmer seemed calmer without the negative water supply. (Again, being able to clearly distinguish the auras of his wards was definitely pleasant)

After some wandering, Nightmare sensed another presence nearby. Within seconds, everyone heard a distant

“HOOOOY!”

This exclamation certainly wasn’t what Nightmare wished to hear, yet if these were Temmies (or something like them), then they might provide information — even though their brains seemed similar to confetti made of narcotic flakes. At the same time, the place where the Tems might live cannot be too dangerous.

Following the sound, the group found themselves in a medium-sized office room. Soft bean bag chair (Error felt nostalgic for Antivoid) and strange objects, presumably for sale alongside an old cardboard box, occupied one corner. Something resembling Flowey danced as if trapped in an animation loop near merchandise, becoming slightly animated upon seeing customers. Two monsters dressed similarly to Temmies sat nearby. Bob stood apart, his expression frozen, suggesting he had eaten Temmie Flake.

As it turned out later, two more monsters from this group were missing, busy gathering supplies and goods for the little shop. They all seemed to come from different AUs.

Here were also computers, many of which were operational. They tried to access the Undernet and various sites. They couldn't. Instead, they entered a sort of knowledge base. A local Wikipedia or something similar. The browser already contained open tabs, but they couldn't open new ones - there was no network connection. Someone had left the browser open, he took the equipment with him. And, oh, it seemed they had found gold while looking for copper: by reading the text, they understood that the author of the notebook was making notes from this knowledge base. This was easy to understand by the style. There were about a hundred open tabs: items and entities, but mostly levels. From the amount of new information, their heads were spinning. Some levels were described in an unusual way, requiring attention to details to extract additional information. And nothing about exiting from here. There were levels-dead ends, levels-traps, but nothing about a real exit from here.

However, on the other hand, it became evident that there weren't many people in the Backrooms, and they moved individually due to the nature of how many levels was work. Almost everything here seemed to be trying to kill them. But it appeared that not even the dimension-killer could do anything against their DETERMINATION.

Temmies struggled to provide clear answers regarding humans; instead, they simply told strangers, "Temmies too pieople," and strangers treating them like quirky yet harmless folks. How could such a system work? Perhaps these humans were slightly mad. Or perhaps very tolerant towards others' differences. Either way, avoiding contact would be wise.

The presence of monsters in these places brought some comfort. The Bad Guys weren't the only ones who had a rough time. That was good. But the fact that some other monsters they encountered were distorted beyond recognition - like the Smilers - raised serious concerns. It was nerve-wracking.

While Error, Cross, and Dust were exploring the local equivalent of the internet, others used the suddenly freed-up time for themselves. For example, they tried to trade. They all had some amount of monster gold and items to exchange, which Temmies agreed to accept. Horror bought a "Strange Amulet," sweets, and some food to diversify their diet. Almond Water was certainly good, but it was getting boring, and they never tried to cook Greasy Marshmallow. Considering the amulet useless for himself, Horror gave it to Dast.

Strange Amulet ATK: 10 DEF: 10 Made from butterflies in the stomach. It smells of hopes and dreams turned to dust. Allows forming new friendships.

Killer bought numerous boxes of Temmi Flake and Flowey Seeds, several paint cans, and countless small parts of mechanisms along with some mysterious steel scraps, strange red shavings - it seemed he enjoyed them. He also tried planting grass, but Horror stopped him.

Temmie Flake Restores 1–10 HP and sanity *represented by cut yellow wallpaper soaked in Almond Waters

Flowey Seeds Restore 10 HP *represented by seeds coated in Greasy Marshmallow

Nightmare didn't particularly need any products, but somehow excitedly Temmies looked at his tentacles (too much positivity) and offered a discount. Eventually, he purchased a notebook containing maps of certain stable levels from them. Unfortunately, those maps were unsigned. Since he wasn't sure if damaging traders would be beneficial, he decided to go the honest route this time around. After all, merchants held a special status across worlds.

The group stopped at this location for a couple days to record all the information from the site that could be useful to them. It turned out that sequential exploration of levels was only possible up to level 12. Beyond that, entrances and exits from levels led randomly, and any movement scheme resembled a pot of spaghetti. But in theory, they needed to explore this entire pot to find a way home. There were levels that looked like a one-way ticket, empty, unexplored, strange, surreal, remote, and destroyed. Overall, they could work with this.

Temmies didn't mind their company. Soon returned two departed collectors - underfell!Temmie and Temmie in "Temm Armor". They were surprisingly normal compared to the other merchants and shared some information:

People here can also be dangerous just like Fallen Child of Dungeons;

Many who live outside bases and settlements are mad to varying degrees especially those who haven’t drunk Almond Water for long;

Monsters can safely trade with lone humans;

People at outposts and bases usually think rationally and may attack if they realize you are not human. But even with them, you can negotiate.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

#bad sanses #cross sans #dust sans #error sans #horror sans #killer sans #nightmare sans #the backrooms #au #undertale au #bad guys in backrooms #bad sans gang #art #underverse #undertale #level 4 #temmie #swap!flowey

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deoll · 10 months

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hiii dolls <33 i think it’s my first actual draft that made it as a post in a long time so enjoy!! self-insert, gn friendly!

Scaramouche x Reader || One Bed Trope

"I'm fucking sick of this. No you listen to me, do you know who I am?'' he throws his fists against the wood. What a rowdy guy, if he keeps this up I might be the one who'll get fucking sick of this fiasco.

"I'm sorry sir, most of our rooms are unfortunately taken and our staff is overworked due to this blizzard. Could you be a little patient until we check to see what we could offer you and your colleagues?" the woman at the front desk appeared to be distressed, managing a phone at her ear with her shoulder, trying to write some notes down at the same time. Scaramouche is not having it. If it were any other day perhaps I wouldn't be this easily irritated, but unfortunately my cheeks are scarred by the cold wispy wind, I can't feel any of my fingers due to frostbite, I haven't eaten anything, tired as hell and most importantly in a need of a shower. He's not helping my condition in the slightest, not that he ever did. Not that I would want him to, but that doesn't mean that I want him to worsen it.

"..Do you even know who you're talking to? I don't care how you manage your goddamn hotel, you must have 4 rooms for Tsaritsa's Harbingers. What kind of pathetic unorganized team do you even have here that a snow storm is all it takes for this whole place to-" (Y/N) puts their hand on his shoulder, making him stop mid sentence. "I'm sorry for my partner here he's just tired, please do what you must." I pulled him back and talked with the polite lady in front of me. Unfortunately, Scaramouche did not appreciate that. I could feel him fuming behind my back, his eyes could cut if i were to turn and look at him. Fortunately I don't, trying to contain an upcoming chuckle at how ridiculous he looks right now. Insufferable fucker.

"Now now comrade-" Tartaglia tries to put his palm on his hat and almost instantly having it waved off by him. "that's no way of treating a woman! Did nobody teach you that as a kid?" he gleefully laughed, as he usually does in his off work moments. What a guy...will anyone ever understand him? He goes from idiotic happy go lucky guy to a minimal quiet death sword in such a short amount of time. Matter of fact, we're coming down from a mission where he mercilessly tortured five millelith guards for intel on the latest operations managed by the Liyue Qixing. Who knows what goes on through his head while he chooses what to say or do. He might be smarter than anyone in our team if he's acting this way deliberately. Maybe he learned this is the safest way to operate within the Harbingers. Fake.

"You're being childish again Balladeer.." Arlecchino side eyed him, tired of his shit as usual rightfully so. Her elegant form always stuns me. She, like Childe. hides her true thoughts so well that all you can see is a put together act constantly. "Yeah? Let me be childish then, at least i'll have somewhere to sleep tonight, you can stay in the lobby for all I care." Scaramouche turns, ready to get into yet another argument. "Will you stop? We're all tired and your attitude is only agitating us further-" I turn to face him, ready to snap when the lady so kindly cuts me off this time.

"We have 3 rooms available for you, please make your way to room 47, 48 and 51 on the 2nd floor" I heard that and I almost ran to the elevator without another word, without actually letting the information settle in and comprehending it. Everyone turned to look at each other. "Lady I don't know if you're blind or those badly cut bangs are in your eyes but as you can clearly see there's 4 of us." Scaramouche storms to the front desk once again. The young woman looks at him with a sour face, done with his shenanigans. "That's all we can manage at this time, what else would you want from me?" He snarls at her. "Well if you found 3 then you can find another one you-"

"ENOUGH." I pulled him by his sleeve. "Thank you ma'am. We'll manage, have a good one!" I took the keys from the counter and dragged Scaramouche all the way to the elevator, the rest tagging along.

".....Can we do rock paper scissors for each room?"...Childe. "No." I'm glad we all agreed at least on that.

"..." The elevator reaches the 2nd floor. We get out, look at each other and unbeknownst to the rest of us, Arlecchino walks away towards room 48 with a key in her hand. "See you all tomorrow." I look baffled in my hand to notice a 3rd pair of keys missing! When did she even..

"....Can we do rock paper scissors now ?" "..No" I'm glad he agreed. "There's no need for that, I think you and Scaramouche should team up for tonight" I said, crossing my arms against my chest. "What?! Why would you throw me under the bus with him ?" Scara snapped at me, offended at the idea of spending the night with his friendly comrade.

"Hey now you're breaking my heart haha...what does that mean haha.." Scaramouche turns to him, "You snore, you stink, you're taking all the bed to yourself, never flush the toilet, eat all my food, get ridiculously drunk before you go to bed, uncomfortably touchy in your sleep-" "OKAY comrade. We get the point now." Tartaglia reaches out and takes a key out of my hold, winking at us."Ohhh I get how it is, okaay alright then haha~ I'll let you two have your moment for tonight" He smiles and walks away mumbling "..I'm not even that loud when I snore.."

"..." The only thing we can hear is the wind whistling forcefully through the windows along with Childe's rapid pace towards room 47. My hand is still around his sleeve, I could've let go a long time ago but I didn't. I figured it would be uncomfortable letting go now so the only rational thing to do is to go along with it. And so I drag him to...our room, for tonight.

"What are you doing? Are you really just letting him get away with it? Aren't you gonna put up a fight for the room?"

"Well, why aren't you? I'm fine with it, I don't care that much. I just want to eat, shower and go to sleep." His eyes widened for a bit and next thing that I knew, he pulls his hand back. "I never said I want to bunk up with you." "...You're right, you didn't. And to that I say, you sadly don't have a choice...so you either bunk up with me or you can go sleep in the lobby next to your dear front desk lady." He's frowning at me now, distaste all over his face. With that being said, he takes the keys from my hand and starts walking towards room 51, leaving me behind. I rush to his side trying to keep up in fear he would lock me out, which would be completely in his character. I definitely wouldn't call us friends, we bicker more than we bond. Not that I wouldn't want to bond with him, he's simply unapproachable, and I genuinely think that's how he wants to be. He's doing it on purpose. It's not like I never tried to get him, but you can't crack open someone who doesn't want to be cracked and vulnerable. Reason why I sit back and watch him be an angry insufferable jerk.

Sometimes I wonder what goes through his mind as well, what made him act like this, respond to life this way. I wouldn't mind if he let me in for once, if he let me listen. I wonder when was the last time someone listened to him, when was the last time he felt heard.

"Why would I want to sleep next to a bitch with a bad bob" I laughed at his comment, "You're ruthless. Poor girl...you went all in on her bangs too you criminal." He snarled, "She should've had that coming, how do you leave your house with your bangs looking like that" opening the door for us, we entered and I immediately felt my shoulders relax, letting the comforting aroma of clean laundry fill me in. Without any words I plop down onto our bed. "Get down loser, you're stinking my bed." I chuckle, "That's the point jerk, so you'd sleep on the floor." moving my hands up and down taking as much space as possible, smiling. It feels kind of...peaceful. These back and forths with him, they feel so natural. "I'll go ahead and bring our stuff in here, do you want something to eat?" I rise up on an instant, my stomach making an unpleasant sound. Would he bring me something? He cares enough to ask? "Actually I'm really really hungry right no-" the door closes. Did he just?...no. No, he's evil but not this vile. I take back everything I just said about feeling peaceful. With a huff I get out of bed and rush to the bathroom, there's no reason to waste any more time so I'll just take a shower.

With that being said, I undress and fix the water just right letting it run down my body after such a long tiresome day. It's always nice how hotels give you everything you may need for a bath, except for clothes. I realized as I'm now out of the shower that I don't have anything clean to wear. Just in cue, I hear the front door opening and closing once more. "(Y/N)? Are you in the bathroom?" No...Oh Archons not like this.. "Yeah...Did you bring my stuff as well?" He laughs, "Your stuff? Why would I bring YOUR luggage." He's got to be kidding me. I roll up a towel around my form and furiously get out of the bathroom. There he stands, laughing in my face with both of our luggage and what looks like some take out? Standing in the middle of the room looking dumbfounded, I ask him "You also bought...food?" He looks at me like I said something stupid, "Well yeah, I'm hungry." That's when it clicked. Yeah right he is...a puppet with no need of food, being hungry. I smiled at him softly without another word and looked through my stuff to get dressed. "I finished showering, the bathroom is all yours if you need it." Scaramouche was confused but let it go this time "Will go shower too then" And so he did.

While he was busy showering I prepped the whole room, unpacked everything including our meal. He quietly opens the door and for a moment just stays in the doorway looking at me puffing the pillows. What a silly girl he thinks. Putting in so much effort, he feels something fill in the void inside of him. It's...nice, warm, peaceful

"..Do you wanna go to sleep?" He looks at me, nodding. Looking at him now, he's acting strange. Almost sad but at peace, quiet, tranquil melancholy. Must've hit a nerve without wanting to. He looks in need of comfort but I feel hopeless, I brought him back something he hadn't thought in a long time...I triggered him. He gets in bed while I turn the lights off, suddenly it hits me. I realize it in that moment how intimate this feels. How raw, how vulnerable. I climb up in bed on his opposite side. The bed itself is not tiny but I guess due to the snowstorm outside we're laying pretty close to one another, our backs touching.

It's quiet, as tired as I was before proved to be useless now that I'm standing next to Scaramouche, so many unspoken words kept me wide awake. And then it happened. He broke the silence "I once convinced myself that humanity doesn't deserve kindness. I had a lot of trial and errors and every one of them proved that they're all doomed by their own selfish needs anyway. Humans don't deserve care. And still I find myself contradicting that in my mind." His voice is calm, relaxed and yet so sad. So simple yet it hides details that I may never learn. On impulse I turned around and hugged his back gently. He tensed up but just as quickly relaxed entirely in my arms. "It takes a lot of courage to try again, to trust again. To want to care, even if you know there's a chance it won't be fruitful. It means that at core, you want to give and help unconditionally. It means there's a lot of love within you Scara, including for humanity. That's powerful." For a second I feel him shaking in my arms and with that, I felt my heart breaking. He turned around facing me, "I feel like I want to care for you" I opened my arms, smiling at him "Then do so. Allow yourself to feel that way!" and so he does, he allows himself to be held. Not too long after, I feel him holding me instead, playing with my hair almost enchanted by my figure. His fingers are gentle, his palms are cold and yet I've never felt a warmer hold in my life. "You're not on your own anymore. I already care for you in ways you don't even know. You're being cared for." I feel his arms tightening around me. "..I won't ever forget this, do you know that? These exact same words may as well haunt me one day." I look up at him, "Or bless you. The risk for vulnerability is high, but the reward is always worth it. Don't cage yourself in fear Scara. Live." I felt his head fall on top of mine. He fell asleep while I was talking! This guy...and just like that, the big ruthless Balladeer fell asleep in my hair.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x you #reverse comfort #one bed trope #kinda enemies??

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nogenderbee · 6 months

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hi ! can I request mafuyu with a reader who's her younger sibling? reader usually checks up on mafuyu's well-being and is pretty clingy towards her sometimes! mafuyu, in response, doesn't mind the company but feels oddly warm around them.

also if you want to make angst with this then may I present "mafuyu realizing how screwed up their relationship is" at some point in immiscible discord as mafuyu rarely reciprocate her sibling's care, due to her being busy with a lot of things-

sorry if this is too detailed, lengthy or weird to write;; I understand if you reject this :D

Oooh yeah! Honestly I think I had quite good idea for it so I really hope you'll like it as much as I did!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Mafuyu with younger sibling!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @hearts4gf @badwhole @bl4cktourmaline @modyuki

Your mother left for some kind of business meeting and you were left alone with your older sister. Except she was working on something in her room yet again... Who knows what she's doing? She could be studying or creating music... but what matters is that she haven't been eating since 8 hours already!

You carefully knocked on her door with some food in hand and soon you head Mafuyu's voice.

"Come in!"

You opened the door and noticed your sister with small smile looking at you. You came to her slowly with food in hand.

"You haven't eaten since breakfast so... I thought I can bring you some.."

"That's so sweet of you.. Thank you, I'll make sure to eat what you brought me and take care of myself next time!"

You placed the plate next to her laptop with small smile, in return she kept having smile of her own... the smile that somehow didn't made you feel right... you know that you're probably worrying about nothing but you just can't brush off the thought of something being hidden behind that smile...

"Alright just... take care of yourself and don't stay up too late again, okey? I don't want you to be sick..."

"I will. I'm really sorry about making you worry... I promise to take care of myself from now on!"

And with that you left her alone and took care of your own things.

Meanwhile Mafuyu was left there thinking of how your gesture reminded her of when her mother took care of her as a child... she doesn't even know why but she just felt the warmth of being taken care of but it still seemed a bit more pleasant...

And the look in your eyes... you were so worried about her when all she did was faking another personality to make you leave so she can take care of her music.

She knew your relationship was somehow toxic but she just didn't know what to do... she can't just show her real self to you now like that. She trusts you but... what if you decide to tell her mother because you'll think it's the best for her? Or what if you hate her for that? But then there's also one more concern... Why does she care about you so much when she's supposed to not feel anything?

You're making her so confused she just stares at the food you brought her, being lost in thoughts for long before she starts to eat. And once she does eat, the food already went cold... but the least she can do is eat it all to stop your worries.

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#project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #mafuyu asahina #project sekai mafuyu asahina #platonic #oneshot #project sekai oneshot #project sekai platonic

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liviavanrouge · 11 months

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The Past pt 5

Livia: *Stands beside Baul, soldiers staring at her*

Lilia: Everyone, this is Pearl, she's under our protection temporarily, so show her respect....or I'll come after you...

Livia: Hi *Waves, smiling slightly*

Lilia: Everyone is dismissed

Livia: *Smiles shyly, a few of the soldiers greeting her respectfully as they passed by*

Baul: Hungry?

Livia: Yes, you got any fruit!

Baul: *Blinks, staring down at her surprised*

Livia: I'm mostly a fruit eater, but I eat meat from time to time if it's served to me!

Baul: I think Duke and Ambert brought back blueberries, let's go see

Livia: *Beams, bounding after him* Blueberries! Hooray!

Baul: *lifts the tent flap up, finding Lilia and Cobra trying out spells*

Ambert: Here kid, honey lemon tea, try some

Livia: I uh-

Ambert: It's good, here take a sip

Livia: Can I-!

Ambert: Look, I was scared to try it too, you don't gotta be afraid

Lilia: LEAVE HER ALONE AND LET HER SPEAK!!!!!

Ambert: *Steps back, Lilia snarling at him* Woah those parental instincts are strong, buddy...

Lilia: I don't have parental instincts yet...

Livia: I'm deadly allergic to honey lemon tea, I could die from it almost instantly

Lilia: So you can't eat anything with lemons or honey?

Livia: No, I can, Mom said it was a side affect of the spell she used to protect me before I was born

Lilia: I see...

Livia: Yeah..after she used the spell she drank some honey lemon tea and due to the spell, It became a deadly allergy to me, you nor her ever found out until I drank some of her tea when I was three

Lilia: *Nods, a notebook floating up as a quill started to write on it*

Duke: HAHAHAHAHAHA! PAPA LILIA IN THE TENT!!

Lilia: *Tackles Duke down, the two wrestling across the tent*

Baul: There they go again

Livia: *Giggles, watching them*

Baul: Come over here kid, there's some fruit

Livia: *Runs over, smiling wide* Fruit!

Cobra: Eat as much as you want kid

Thea: *Walks in, Arian behind her* You two! Stop fighting this instant!

Arian: Oh spirits above...

Lilia: *Looks at Thea, Duke grinning at him* ...sorry...

Thea: Time for your checkups

Arian: As part of my Healer Training I will be the one giving you a checkup today

Livia: You're a Healers Apprentice

Arian: Yep, your mother is the best healer in the whole world!

Thea: You flatter me, Arian

LIlia: He's not wrong...you are

Thea: *Looks at Lilia and smiles* Thank you...

Lilia: *Smiles, Livia grinning at the two of them*

Livia: I have a sense of Deja Vu!

Thea: Hm?

Lilia: She does not!

Livia: *Laughs, Lilia playfully chasing her out of the tent*

Baul: Kid, wait up! You haven't eaten! *Chases after Livia, leaving the tent*

Thea: You'd be a good father, Lilia

Lilia: You'd make a great mother

Arian: *Smiles amused* Uh, the checkup?

Thea: YES! G-Get started, Arian

Arian: *Rolls his eyes amused* Who's first?

#twst livia #twst lilia #livia vanrouge #twst baul #baul zigvolt

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 6 months

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be brave for me, love

- Lucian x Peter Vincent

❤️

I really hope this is one I haven't used for this ship yet, haha.

Warning: Uhhh... I dunno, probably for my vampire Peter au, since that's the one I keep writing for, panic attack for Peter

On with the fic!

People talk about deja vu in all sorts of media, and even in real life. Peter really couldn't say he ever gave it much thought, since often he just associated his confusion of being somewhere but not being sure due to his drinking and drug use, but right now, he was overwhelmed with the sense that this seemed very, very familiar.

Trapped in a dirt-filled basement, with holes dug around in the walls, too many vampire minions coming too close to him, and his fucking gun jamming...

He shouldn't be scared, why the fuck should he be scared? He was, against his will, a vampire as well! They're not going to eat another vampire, they couldn't turn him into another kind, right?

But... but what if they could? What if a vampire like this could change another vampire into one of their own?

And in doing so, they bit Peter, and changed him from his somewhat-tolerable vampire self into... into...

Too many teeth, black eyes, looking like a corpse with too long claws and smelling of dirt and death, and working for J-

Peter shouted as he was shoved too the ground, pinned by two women and a man was now sitting painfully on his chest, all their teeth too long and too much like one of those fugly deep sea fishes.

It was less of a swarm than last time, but Peter was still panicking. He couldn't reach for his weapons, he couldn't even grab for anything except loose dirt. His mind was screaming to turn into a bat, to escape, but his mind was also screaming that they'd catch him, they'd eat him, tear him apart.

Where was Lucian?

Upstairs, he went after something up there while Peter went downstairs.

Peter tried to scream, to make a high pitched noise that Lucian was sure to hear with his super hearing, he was aware of Peter's bat noises, but a hand slapped over his mouth. A filthy hand that smelled like rot and old blood. Peter was going to throw up.

"Doesn't smell human." One of the girls said.

"Don't matter, we can use 'em. Or... maybe get a snack outta this guy. He smells like he had a meal before coming here." The guy said, still keeping his hand on Peter's mouth.

Uhg! That's disgust- Peter screamed behind the hand when he saw the guy's mouth open too wide and a nasty tongue thrashed about.

Then the man was thrown off, flying into a wall.

Peter gasped, trying to get his bearings, as the girls released him, pouncing on the large, black, fur-covered beast that was quick to throw them too. He was aware that Lucian was here, in his lycan form, but Peter was having a hard time trying to come down from nearly being eaten by a vampire that look a bit too much like Jerry for his taste.

There was screaming and noises and Peter swore he smelled an ashy scent in the air, he faintly remembered the smell and even the taste, when the vampire control left his body. A horrible taste, reminded him of when he was tiny and accidentally looking into a family member's urn and got some ashes up his nose cause a cousin pushed his face into it.

What a fucking horrible taste, what a horrible, horrible-

He felt hands on him and Peter reacted with a screech, thrashing about before finding himself smaller, squeakier, and shaking like a damn leaf. The hands on him cupped around his tiny, fuzzy body, and he felt a finger gently rubbing his back, cooing gently to calm him down.

"It's alright, Peter. I think they're okay, I killed the master, the minions should be human again."

That was Lucian's voice, Peter thought distantly. The hands that held him were familiar, warm and covered in scars from years of battle and weapon making. The smell of his boyfriend, and distantly their cats, was strong, and Peter was starting to calm down, his shaking not so violent now.

"Be brave for me, love, it's alright." Lucian said, holding him up a bit more at face level. Peter looked at that human face, those still-pale moon eyes, those familiar fangs. Still not quite human, but it was Lucian, and that was a comfort.

"Do you wish to stay as a bat for now, Peter?" The vampire nodded in response. "Alright, you can do that. We should get going before the minions wake up, I don't want to explain anything and neither do you, I assume."

Peter just nodded again, closing his eyes and snuggling into the warm hold.

Felt like doing a little bit of comfort with this one.

Also, Lucian being so gentle with a tiny bat version of his boyfriend is just *chef's kiss* never get tired of writing that. <3

#good omens extended universe #lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles

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seroqueldreamer · 2 years

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Adrien's POV Bakery "Enemies" AU by Buggachat

So as the title suggests, Adrien's pov. I am an... Adrien Simp. This au belongs to the lovely @buggachat

Adrien was kicking himself for leaving his phone at the Dupain-Chengs. He was so worried about being late to the Prison. Granted it was never really anything to write home about… not that he had a home anymore. No, he had a comfy little apartment safe from the sneers of the world and that was better than any home. The prison visit went as well as it usually did. A silent conversation expressed only through eye contact and sighs and Father going, "I wish you would visit more, Adrien." and the lackluster response of "And I wish you hadn't traumatized the whole of Paris. Goodbye, Hawk Moth." This was followed always by a snort and Adrien pushing his chair in and leaving. Adrien wondered what Plagg would think.

When Adrien went to order an Uber home, he couldn't find his phone and panicked before realizing he most likely left it at the Bakery. He headed back inside of the prison, asked to borrow a phone, and called a Taxi company and asked to be taken to Tom and Sabine's Boulangerie and Patisserie. It was a silent Taxi ride there other than the glares and sneers from the driver, and likely another lifetime ban from another Taxi Company.

There were days Adrien had wanted to scream and yell at Father, blame him for everything, losing Plagg, Ladybug, Mother, his childhood. But Adrien couldn't do that. He focused on the positives, the Dupain-Chengs were kind enough to hire him, their daughter was… Familiar in a sense he couldn't place. Oh well, he unlocked the door and stepped inside to the closed Bakery and relocking the door, and headed up the steps to their apartment, knocking on the door.

"Oh! Adrien, what a surprise to see you here! Is something wrong dear? You didn't get evicted again, did you?" Sabine asked worriedly.

"No, no! Nothing like that, I think I left my phone here?" He'd asked softly.

"Oh! Yes! You did! Marinette took it up to her room for safekeeping I think! She's in the shower, so why don't you head up there and look for it! Also, have you eaten yet dear?"

"No, not yet. I wouldn't want to intrude though!" Adrien said, waving his hands awkwardly, stomach doing flips in protest at the bare bones fridge that desperately needed restocking.

Sabine cocked a brow at Adrien before shaking her head. "Tom and I were thinking about take away. We haven't decided on where yet, so if you have any suggestions, let us know dear." Sabine smiled before walking back off to the den and getting comfortable against Tom. Adrien smiled softly and took off his shoes, remembering the lecture he'd gotten from Sabine once about not bringing the dirt of the world into their home. He smiled at the memory and padded up the steps to Marinette's room, knocking gently on the trap door, and opening it, being met by the onslaught of Pink.

He saw his phone on the desk once he was finally inside and padded over, taking the phone, checking the battery percentage which was at 38% and he sighed, he probably left an app running or something in the background. He opened it and found… nothing, which was odd, but he shrugged, he was gone for a while and it was at 52% when he'd left. Plus his phone was older and refurbished. It was probably due for an upgrade soon, anyways.

The only other option was Marinette went through his phone, but she wouldn't do that, she's too nice to do that. He saw the open journal on the desk and while it was tempting to do so, Marinette was his friend and he shouldn't breach her privacy like that. Instead he looked at the corkboard littered with pictures of her as a kid, and she looked… so, so happy and Adrien was… jealous? He wanted what she'd had as a child. He looked closer at a photo of her and Alya and all he could see was his Lady, in the pigtails, the earrings- Those earrings! They looked so, so, so similar to Hers! But replicas were really popular all those years ago. He smiled miserably, staring at the photos with a sort of melancholy and wanting he'd never get or understand.

He smiled so sadly, hearing Plagg in his head, "Look closer, Adrien!" but that wasn't him, he hasn't come out since they had defeated Hawk Moth. But he did, he looked closer, noticing Marinette had his Lady's freckles, the way her hair was tied back, her eye color. No two people had the same eye color, not that shade of Bluebell. He wondered though, if it weren't entirely impossible, he stood with his hands behind his back, feeling like his Father in a weird way, studying the corkboard with a sort of scholarly intensity. Then he was met by stomping up to her room, and Marinette's frantic shouting,

"Adrien! Your phone is on the-!" Marinette starts, sounding frantic, his eyes glued to the corkboard, a terrible jealousy filling him, and yet he couldn't stop the rigidity that forced him to stand up straighter, like a child caught doing something they shouldn't.

"A-Adrien- What have you been doing in here?" Marinette asked, voice filled with an unsaid accusation.

"Sorry, Marinette. I didn't mean to intrude," I really didn't, I'm so, so sorry. "I just got distracted by these photos, they're really nice." I'm jealous you got a life that wasn't publicized. That you got friends. "... I'd never seen you in pigtails before, they really suit you. How long have you had the earrings for?" Adrien asks, a frigidity in his voice, that was willing himself to not sob, because this was a stupid thing to be jealous about.

"Not… long. Those are different." Marinette replied, her voice cold, but filled with liquid rage and Adrien had fucked up again. She really didn't like him. But he still continued onwards,

"Oh, really?" Adrien had asked, trying to sound inquisitive and not like a creep, trying to be approachable, eyes still glued on the corkboard, jealousy filling him slowly.

"Well, anyways, I just think it's sweet… how many friends you have." Adrien started, feeling lame, "Having so many people who care about you… it must be nice." God knows I never got that. I wish I fucking had that, instead of being a circus act for the Parisian public.

"Well… I'll get out of your hair now…"He said, trying to sound chipper, finally glancing at Marinette who looked like a wreck, and he felt nothing but guilt guilt guilt, "I got what I came for anyways." He smiled, turning around to look at her, holding out his phone as an act of good faith. I promise I didn't look through your diary.

"We should probably head down for dinner-" Adrien started, before Marinette interrupted him.

"I'm. Not. Hungry." Marinette seethed.

"What? Marinette, are you-" Adrien had started, reaching out for her, before she abruptly turned around, arms close to her sides, hands balled into fists. "-okay?" He finishes, trying to make himself look smaller and less threatening which was hard, since he was 195cm. The muscle he'd gained from working at the bakery hadn't helped either.

"I'm. Fine." Marinette had said, punctuating each word and syllable. She was not fine, and Adrien had crossed another boundary with her, he hadn't known about and he suspected she wouldn't tell him.

"I'm just. Not. Hungry." she hissed, her voice quivering and raw with an anger he hadn't heard since Ladybug. "Eat without me." She huffed, shaking in anger.

"Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you soon, Marinette?" He tried, voice softer, keeping his tone light, as he left downstairs, and apologized to Sabine and Tom, telling them both he wasn't very hungry. He escaped out into the boulangerie and patisserie, frantically unlocking the door, escaping into the brisk evening, staring down at the rose brooch, tears filling his eyes, and booking it back to his apartment in the brisk and bitterly chilly evening.

He messed up and now Marinette didn't want to be friends anymore.

#enemies #bakery au #adriens pov #long post #my fics

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safyresky · 1 year

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SO LIKE. I'M OUT HERE PLUGGING CRYSTAL SPRINGS, PLUGGING FROSTMAS, YELLING ABOUT BLINTER, TALKING ABOUT TWIN FIERY GREMLINS, JACQUELINE POSTING ON MAIN OR WHATEVER

But not ONCE have I OFFICIALLY been like "hey guys come Meet the Frosts"!

WHERE are my MANNERS?!?! 😵💀😵💀😵💀

SO, ON BEHALF OF SAFYRESKY INDUSTRIES, I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY INVITE YOU TO MEET THE FROSTS!

Okay, you're saying. Based on the OTHER two plugs for Crystal Springs and Frostmas, I am assuming that this is another plug for yet ANOTHER The Santa Clause related fic. Right?

You are SO right. This was ACTUALLY the very FIRST ONE! SO, what's going on in Meet the Frosts?

Well, Jack fucked up a LOT of shit in the third movie: Sending geese north, snow in the amazon, freezing a volcano, and ALSO, 270 cardboard cutouts of him promoting Frostmas. Mother Nature has a LOT on her plate, so she decides to seek some help fixing these natural wrongs.

And who else would be able to help fix Frost's shenanigans than the Frosts themselves?

And so Mother Nature takes us along (after a bit of healthy procrastinating and lore dumping) to officially Meet the Frosts! The Blorbos themselves! Jacqueline, Winter, Blaise, and the Twins: Fino and Fiera!

And when she gets there she finds that these sprites are horribly, horribly, unbalanced amongst themselves.

SO. She brings them out to figure out what's up, urges them to fix the shit, they talk to one another, and YOU get to OFFICIALLY Meet the Frosts! How cool is that, eh?

Reasons YOU should read MEET THE FROSTS:

Mother Nature is in it and she is being a BAMF

Frost Family PRE Jack's return in Crystal Springs! What does this mean for you, the reader? It means ANGST. It means HEARTBREAK. It means I MADE JACQUELINE CRY. AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN. It means ANGRY TWINS. It means FROSTY SECRETS AMONGST THEMSELVES.

AND YOU GET TO DISCOVER IT ALL!

It is also only 7 chapters! 5 plus a prologue and epilogue. It is SHORT and sweet!

Originally published in 2012, it got a GLOW UP in 2017.

I haven't read it since and at this point in my fanfiction writing life, I am afraid if I re read it I will want to rewrite it, because, as we all know, the CEO of SafyreSky Industries, safyresky herself, IS COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL WITH THE REWRITING 😤

[Once again, we here at SafyreSky Industries would like to make it abundantly clear that A) Meet the Frosts is filled to the brim with OCs. If OCs are not your thing, please, scroll on and continue with your hopefully lovely day. B) If you choose to read Meet the Frosts, we here at SafyreSky Industries are not responsible for any emotional duress this short fic will cause you. This is inclusive of but not limited to: anger, sadness, oh noes! due to whump, any and all forms of crying, rage, despair, and creepiness caused by one personification of Fate. Please note that when reading Meet the Frosts, you may encounter any and all of these feelings, and more, so please prepare yourself for what you may experience during use. We here at SafyreSky industries waive any and all responsibility to your emotional wellbeing after you embark on your reading journey. thank you for your time, be safe, and enjoy Meeting the titular Frosts.

And thank you for choosing SafyreSky Industries, where tscs lore can kiss our asses and does not even MAKE IT across the drawbridge into the outer wall of the HQ. It will be eaten by the alligators we have in the moat around the premises.]

#dani speaks #dani writes #fanfic #meet the frosts #the santa clause #the santa clause 3 #csverse promos #frostverse promos #anyway. plugging my work! plugging my work! plugging my work or i'll dIE!#can you guys believe i completely forgot about meet the frosts????#the OG FIC??#THE ONE THAT STARTED THE ENTIRE FROSTVERSE?? THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF THE FROSTS??#THE FIC THAT LAUNCHED ANA AND I INTO BECOMING FRIENDS??#actually that was reflections. BUT STILL.#I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT THE PROLOGUE TO THE ENTIRE FUCKING UNIVERSE. AH!

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purplesurveys · 4 months

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1810

The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? Just water.

Do you like clowns? I mean I'm largely not scared of them but I don't particularly like them either. Just not something I have strong feelings about haha.

Have you answered all of these questions honestly so far? Sure, but we're only two questions in.

What’s the third text in your inbox? An attendee from an event I managed this morning. People were running late and I was texting everyone asking for their ETA, and the person was just telling me he was already walking to the venue.

Are you listening to anything at the moment? I can hear the whirring of the aircon and also have a YouTube video playing a snippet from Return of Superman on the TV.

Do you twitch when you’re falling asleep? I'll sometimes experience it just before I fall asleep, but as for doing while asleep I wouldn't know.

Are your dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? We don't have a dishwasher.

Are you at home or with friends more often? At home, but that's also how I prefer it. The older we get the busier lives we lead, and my friends not being available most of the time is just something I've naturally accepted, also because my time is just as consumed now.

When is the last time you were on a bicycle? I don't know when my last attempt was...I think it was in like all the way back in March 2020? The world had just shut down and I thought it was the time to finally learn how to ride a bike hahaha.

What have you eaten today? A sandwich with ham, cheese, tomato, and lettuce in wheat bread (extra stock from our event, hehe), and pad thai and kwek-kwek that I bought when I went to UP this afternoon. I also got a fried balut but I haven't devoured that yet.

Would you date someone 15 years older than you? No.

Do you own a strapless bra? I have nipple tapies which is about as strapless as it gets. Does the person you like know it? What a strange question. Anyway, I don't like anyone.

Did anything brighten up your day today? Yes I LOVED today apart from the work crap I had to do on a Sunday. After that, my day was a breeze. I had a nice, traffic-free drive going to UP, spent an hour or so doing pre-work on a presentation that's due tomorrow, then immediately found shelter under a tree and finished reading Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982.

The ending pissing me off notwithstanding, I then spent a few minutes just people-watching in silence. When the sun started setting I started my walk back to my car, which I spent listening to RM's Indigo. I headed to the campus' food market for dinner where I got pad thai and some local street food and ate them in the car because the market itself was understandably super crowded.

It was a good day, so long as I took work out of the equation. This weekend felt very nice. :) The most peaceful I've felt in a while.

How are you feeling at this exact moment? A bit bummed that it's going to be Monday again tomorrow, but also just trying to chase the remaining peaceful high I had today. It's easier to feel some lightness these days since I'm already on my way out of the company. Are you someone who worries too often? Yes, I feel like worry is my default state of mind because my life is consumed by my work 24/7. I'm trying to change that already.

If you could date somebody who would it be? I could so easily say a K-pop idol but I know that objectively, my life would be shit if that were actually the case haha. I'm fine on my own!

Do you ever wonder how other people see you? Sometimes. But I try not to let it get to me.

What is one good thing you’re known for? I can write really well. That I can embrace and own for myself.

How about one bad thing? I'm pretty disorganized, and can also have some ditzy moments at work.

Are you taller than most? Nope I'm on the shorter side, even in Filipino standards.

When was the last time you sang an ENTIRE song? Earlier today listening to Pool by Paramore.

Are you the type of person who likes to be out or home? It's a safe, boring answer, but I like having a healthy balance. I have no problem staying at home for days on end, but at the end of it all I like to keep stimulated with new sights and experiences by going out.

What time do you normally go to bed? 12-2 AM.

What is one thing that is currently bothering you? Figuring out my situation finance-wise if I meet the worst-case scenario that I'm unable to find a new job by April. To be honest, I have it better than most – I'm still supported by my parents and I have gathered enough savings to be comfortable – but obviously the (middle-class) need to have a steady flow of money is there. I also don't plan on halting the bi-weekly transfers I send my parents, so that's also a major consideration.

I know I'll figure it out at some point but as someone who's just freshly filed for her resignation without an immediate job replacement, you understand why this is a current bother.

What did you do today? I had an event from 10 AM - 2 PM, then drove to UP after that to briefly do another work thing but also to finish my book. Then I people-watched for a bit (holy hell is the campus STACKED with people on Sundays), ate some street food, then went home to watch my sister play Mario Kart for a while. Now I'm in my room taking this and watching wrestling on the side.

Do you consider yourself to be attractive? I think I look okay. Not someone who'll put a room on pause lol but I feel confident and comfortable most days.

What was the last thing that you drank? Water.

Is anything annoying you now? Not really.

Has anyone ever said i love you to you and not meant it? Probably? My ex told me when we were breaking up that she stopped meaning her I love you's in the last few months of our relationship.

Do you regret going out with the last person you did? I don't regret having been with her; I just regret how long I let it go on for, and for fighting for the relationship as much as I did.

Do you realise it when you curse? Yeah, because I always mean it when I do.

When was the last time you showered? This morning.

Who did you last talk to in person? My sister.

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? Sure. Having lazy days when you intend to have lazy days is already a productive thing on its own :)

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? Yes – me every weekend, lol.

What is your favorite episode of True Life, if you have one at all? I've never seen that.

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? Nope.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? 5 hours trying to go to Ateneo! I feel like I lost 5 years of my life that day.

Best field trip experience? Ayala Museum, freshman year of high school. My batchmates were being high schoolers and were super rowdy and I remember me and my little circle trying to distance ourselves lol because it was becoming really embarrassing really fast. An alarm even went off because someone had touched a painting...

But it was a great experience overall. It was my first time in that museum at the time and I have revisited several times since.

Have you ever been to New York City? I have not, but would love to visit. NYC is the one place I'm willing to be a Tourist and go to all the touristy places, like Times Square.

If so, is it all its cracked up to be?

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? An ₱11k++ bill at Blackbird. I know it's not nearly as much as what other people my age have spent for food, but I was still proud of that achievement because I got to treat my whole family who have always wanted to eat there.

What museums have you visited, if any? Too many! I like going to museums and even when I travel abroad I make sure a museum or two is part of my itinerary.

Have you ever had a group project and one of your partners bailed on you? Yes. Welcome to high school and college. It even happens at work haha. The world will always give you its fair share of freeloaders.

What’s your worst travelling experience? Culture shock from the mainland Chinese. There was a flock of women visibly talking about me at one point, and I wasn't prepared for their normal culture of sitting at the same table as you at restaurants; I was horrified when a group of older men suddenly sat beside me because wtf did I know lol? I'm sure there were a bunch of other stuff I went through but my brain has done a terrific job wiping them out.

I love my dad and I am forever grateful for gifting me a cruise, but I wish my cruisemates weren't 99.5% those people haha.

Sims 1, 2, or 3? Why? 2. It's what I grew up playing on the PS2 and it even had a Simlish version of Paramore's Pressure hehehe.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? Yes, but tbh this is a case-to-case basis type of thing, coming from experience. My current neighbors frequently host parties/dinnerss where their crowd can get super loud, but I don't mind it. It gives this already-super-quiet neighborhood a bit of life. 15 years ago though my neighbors had these rowdy high school kids who shouted 24/7 and cursed SO MUCH and I just wanted them to get the fuck out.

Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? My 4th grade science teacher, 6th grade social sciences teacher, 1st year high school history teacher, and 3rd/4th year high school English teacher. I will never forget their faces and their names and the way they would look at me.

Best muffin you’ve ever had? I don't think I've ever had an outstanding muffin, but that's also because I rarely have them.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? Nope, that's not really commonplace here.

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? Idk maybe a grand total of 1 hour a day? I don't go on there a lot.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? Algebra and statistics are my strong points. I did not understand anything from calculus and trig and it's still a mystery to me how I passed those classes.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? Just for me, this translates as how do I feel if I meet a fellow Army in the wild so I'll answer it in that context. It excited me for the longest time. The collective experience of being an Army is unlike any other and it's just like being a part of one big happy family, with all of us just mutually being a liiiiiittle nicer to one another haha. I've always wanted to have a wholesome moment with a fellow fan similar to the many accounts I've read online, but then I met this snooty ass Army in Thailand and it was just such a negative experience that I'm a little guarded now lol.

What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen outside of your house? Nothing's ever been odd tbh. It's such a quiet neighborhood.

Do you believe in luck? Why or why not? It happens, but it's not like I put my cards on it or actively have faith in luck to pull through. It just happens sometimes.

How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? Increasingly so now, at work. My passion's all burned out and I've been a little less watchful of my outputs. It's how I knew it was time to go.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? No. But I get frustrated with certain food, especially the ones where you'd need to carefully maneuver your utensils – like bone-in chicken or shrimp. That's why when I have to eat with people especially in formal settings I just go for whatever's easiest to slice.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? No. But teachers have pissed me off before with how immature they were acting in general. Your literal job is to deal with growing childen, why the hell are you making it your life's mission to embarrass a select few?

How reliable is your internet connection? I'd say it's 80% reliable. I can feel it start to get slower whenever someone's on Netflix or whatever streaming site haha so it's still not something I'd vouch for with my whole life.

Have you ever missed a meeting/event that was required/necessary? Yes. Life happens.

What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? Getting calls without being messaged that I would be getting a call.

What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? All night. Fortunately I only had to do that once. I was firmer going forward and told all future groupmates that there is no circumstance where I'd be game to pull an all nighter.

If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them?

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? That'd be great but tbh also a bit bittersweet! I've had glasses since I was 11 (but I needed them from when I was much younger – my mom just thought I was overreacting and refused to get me glasses until she finally got a notice from the school clinic) and I feel like it's a part of my identity/look now. I also feel like if I had the chance to permanently get rid of my glasses, I'd still pick keeping them.

How many vegetarians do you know? Just a handful. Filipinos love their meat.

Have you ever considered going to art school? Idk if it counts but I was seriously considering art management in Ateneo and even passed the entrance exam. It just so happened that I passed my dream course in my dream school and the results of that came the day before Ateneo's came out, so my decision had already been made.

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? Myself.

How quickly can you write an essay? Depends on what you need me to write about! I definitely wouldn't be able to whip up, like, an engineering essay within an hour.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? Nope.

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? Yes, for Paramore. I was also very near the barrier for Se So Neon.

If you have a job, who is your least favorite coworker/manager? I don't have one.

Favorite episode of Spongebob? Band Geeks or Pizza Delivery. Oh my god the excitement that ran through the house whenever either of these came on. Graveyard Shift is a fun watch too.

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? Sure, we all have little quirks like that.

Are your parents supportive of you? They are. Their reaction when I told them I was resigning sealed the deal for me, especially when they never made it Agenda #1 to ask me about what my immediate next job would be.

How often do you take the train to go places? Never.

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations? Sure.

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Deadly Poisons to Use in Your Next Story: Part Two

Hello, hello again! Here I am and back with part two of deadly poisons. It was suggested to me, that maybe I should incorporate images of the plants in my post, so incorporate images I shall. So let's dive right in!

Disclaimer: I am not responsible for any decisions or actions you decide to take regarding this information. This is all in good fun for writing. I am in no shape or form teaching anyone how to commit murder.

1. Henbane: is sometimes known as the "devil's eyes," due to the black colored stigma (center of the flower). This plant was used in witchcraft and black magic. It was said during these time periods that the flowers would look and smell like death. Do not confuse henbane with belladonna. All parts of the plant is considered highly toxic. Smelling the toxic leaves causes dizziness, stupor, insanity, dry mouth, dilated pupils, restlessness, hallucinations, delirium leading to a potential coma, and eventually death. The medicinal uses of this medicine include being used as a painkiller, anesthetic, treatment of Parkinson's and rheumatic aches and pains.

Toxicity: 99

Medicinial Use: 80

Mortality Rate: 79

Temptation to Use: 13

2. Arum Maculatum: also known as the cuckoo pint, or ladies and swords, or Adders Tongue. It is found growing in the woodlands and hedgerows. It is one of the most toxic wild plants and is said to smell of rotten meat. If eaten is can cause irritation of the mouth and tongue, swelling of the throat, difficulty breathing, burning pain, and upset stomach, as well as intense convulsions and death. This plant has been used to treat diarrhea, sore throats, rheumatic pain, as well as removing freckles and blemishes.

Toxicity: 87

Medicinal Use: 70

Mortality Rate: 80

Temptation to Use: 1

3. Opium Poppy: scientifically known as papaver somniferum. These plants have brightly colored petals, but do not let that fool you. Opium is the second biggest killer. Being poisoned by opium can cause anyone to behave erratically, sudden lost of appetite and fall into a stupor or potentially even a coma. Eventually resulting in death. Talk about looks can kill! Yet, despite all this this plant is also the basis for many effective painkillers such as morphine and codeine.

Toxicity: 75

Medicinial Use: 87

Mortality Rate: 81

Temptation to Use: 91

4. Salvia Divinorum: it is also knowns as magic mint, Sally-D, Diviner's Sage, Ska Maria Pastora, Seer's Sage, Sheperdess's Herb, Lady, Sally, Purple Sticky, and Incense Special. It is a very powerful and fast acting hallucinatory herb that has become very popular among teenagers. It can mimic the effects of LSD and ecstasy, though its effects only last about eight minutes. It is not safe to consume as it leaves the user mumbling, giggling, screaming, gasping, synthesia, and confused. The DEA find it harmful for anyone who would use it. It is often used in stead of marijuana. It can be used for digestive problems, sore throats, and colds.

Toxicity: 30

Medicinial Use: 47

Mortality Rate: 64

Temptation to Use: 51

5. Datura: also known as Jimson's Weed. It is a wild plant that grows all across the U.S. It's pure white color will try and lure you in, as well as its intoxicating scent. This plant however, is a powerful hallucinogen and can render you incapacitated, creating the appearance that you are awake. It is considered a nightshade. This plant is used to calm people to sleep, but if the proper doses aren't used it can relax you to the point of death.

Toxicity: 53

Medicinal Use: 24

Mortality Rate: 38

Temptation to Use: 81

Here ya, go! Deadly Poisons including images! I think I might do a part three of this, but I have yet to decide on that. If you haven't checked out part one yet, you should! Please reblog this if you find it very useful or tag me on instagram if you choose to share it there! My instagram is perpetualstories.

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Okay so this is a story I wrote months ago for metal family it's mostly a work-in-progress I never finished and honestly I pretty much hated but like I think you guys are starved from content so here's this if you're not really in the middle family that I don't think this will be up your alley but yet again this was mostly time for experimentation for this well I was trying to find my writing style this is probably one of the longest stories I've ever made and it was mostly one shot I'll possibly make a sequel if you guys want yet again I hate this and I don't know why I'm posting it but like I'm bored and this is just something fun

TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR

"I can't move my legs hurt my head is fuzzy where am I" you felt your headache as someone was bandaging your head obviously they hit you pretty hard but you recognized that hair that Curly blond hair , Dee you looked up very very weakly obviously that knock over the head my did a little more damage than he expected but what did he do when he went to his mom for advice. He looked up checking on if any vital head injuries were in place after wrapping up your head with bandages " that should do it, sorry I had to do that Y/N, you are getting too close to people that work me" he sat down by you. Everything still hurt you look at him confused everything hurt why does everything hurt before you slowly got up feeling extreme pain in your legs they slowly move the blanket it was heavy so it must have been waited and it revealed that your legs were severely bruised it didn't look like normal bruising after you fell off a bike it look like it was repeatedly hit with a bat you started panicking Dee was still there sitting by you getting annoyed. He continued to sit there, hopefully trying to make you calm down. Nothing was really working so he slowly pulled up a syringe full of weird liquid he held you down not really caring if your legs hurt, putting the syringe in your neck and slowly inserting the weird liquid in your neck. He got off of you finally throwing the syringe away" you left me no choice really could have you leaving could have you panicking you're already injured as is but I'll explain that later" you slowly felt more and more weaker and calm the weighted blanket already going over to you again. You felt more and more like you're about to pass out and go to sleep. "Good night Y/N we will discuss the rules later"

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Dee walked out of his room locking it. It would be a lot harder for anyone to hear since most of the rooms are soundproof due to Heavy's constant practice of guitar. He was getting two plates of food and of course Glam was a bit curious " is your friend here, did you convince them to move in like you want it!" He said smiling like he usually did ".... something like that Dad" he walked back to his room unlocking it with some difficulty holding two plates of food. He walked in settings on the food looking at you. You were obviously still passed out because of the drug and he was considering injecting you with some adrenaline to wake you up. He plays the food down looking at you lovingly even though he didn't smile much he didn't like sharing you he wanted you to himself you brought him a certain type of Joy it wasn't romantic and to be honest he didn't need any moment if he had you you are way too amazing for anyone to share sweet way too kind way to innocence. Dee continued to look at you you were still in affected with the sedative that made you pass out but you were so peaceful when you slept she wished she could watch you forever but in the end he knew that you had to wake up you had to eat you haven't eaten in hours that's for sure you kept you here for hours he may have overdid it when you first brought you here it was the only thing he could think of before you were walking away. But that was in the past now and you were here you are safe you were his you're his best friend it doesn't really matter now it's not like you could leave you can't leave. You felt yourself be yourself become awake you are so awake you are so awake before you turn to the completely terrified unable to move due to the fact of the weighted blanket holding a syringe hold of something before you could say anything he predicted what you were going to say " it's adrenaline but I'll keep you awake so you can eat …..you will eat" you felt yourself be pinned down the holding a forkful of the delicious looking food you would too panicked and too scared to think anything but to open your mouth and let him feed you his eyes softened a little bit you were actually following orders how nice.

Dee like structure he's a serious man and possibly a megalomaniac I mean it's not anything his second interest is fire his family knew about this predicament but honestly they didn't really care it was more of a situation that they liked you but not in the same way that he liked you it was quite the opposite more the tonic instead of romantic if you know it was good but it won't last long if you escape or try to escape you know punishment will come to you who will punish you with the question but if you continue being good at following orders things might go well

#yanderexreader #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #yandere metal family #yandere dee #yandere.#yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere family #metal family #metal family dee #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family heavy #this is very bad and old im sorry

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Secret Lover

Tenya Iida x f!reader

Summary: Tenya visits his family for dinner and tells them that he has an girlfriend

Tw: nothing only fluff and a bit of fun

Author's Note :

Hello my Friends. Here is another idea of me. @wow-life-love4 and @uwu-iwanttodie you wanted to be tagged. Finally I finished this. It is a bit shorter than I thought, but it is still funny. Hope you like it. If you have ideas or requests than you can ask me to write it.

~Shadow

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Love. It is a big word for Tenya. Before he came to UA he didn't thought much about it. But then he met you. You both quickly became friends and a part of the Dekusquad. And as time goes by, Tenya realizes that he feels something more and deeper than friendship towards you. At first he tries to ignore it, but in the end he has to be true : he has fallen hard for you. With the help of Deku and Ochaco he finally confesses. You accepted with no hesitation , because you felt the same towards him. At this day , five months ago, Tenya felt happier than ever before.

In the last months you learned much about each other and Tenya was sure he made the right decission in asking you out and not ignoring his feelings. You just made him feel so much happiness and love, he couldnt imagine these past time without you. You always accepted it, when he didn’t had as much time as he wanted for you, due to schoolwork. When he was studying for an upcoming test you studied with him or brought him snacks and drinks. After training when he felt sore, you just lay him down on his bed and massage him. And the best thing were the daily cuddle sessions. With you in his arms he felt so save and loved, that sometimes he thought that all this was just a dream.

Even after this long time of dating he hasn't told his parents or brother yet. Until this day. His parents asked him if he would like to come over for dinner, since he lived in the UA dorms now and they hadn't seen each other in a long time. And who was he to deny it. And so he was sitting here at the table with his parents and his brother Tensei, eating his favorite dish: Beefstew.

Tensei and his father were talking about hero work, while Tenya and his mother listened to them. After a short pause, Tensei asked Tenya:" So when will you get a girlfriend ?", out of fun. Thinking that Tenya would say something like "I dont have time for one at the moment" or even " Not before I finish school", he took a sip of his grape juice only to spit it out again through his nose, after hearing Tenya answer :"I already have one." He was prepared for anything but not that he would say, that he has an girlfriend, in such an casual tone as if he got asked how the weather was outside. But not only Tensei was shocked but also his parents.

As Tenya looked up from his plate, he looked into the wet and shocked face of Tensei. "What?", he didn't understand why Tensei was so shocked," Have you thought that I would never find one, or what?", he asked after giving his brother a tissue. He just shook his head while cleaning his face, then he cleared his throat before speaking."No. I was just a bit confused and surprised that you said it in such an casual tone, as if it isn't important. So how long have you been together by now?" "Five nearly six months, I...." "SO LONG ALREADY?" Tensei nearly yelled. "Why haven't you told me ? I am your brother. Don't you love me ?" "No it's not like that. Yes you are my brother and I love you, but because we haven't seen us in the last months I kinda forgot to tell you." "Forgot to tell me? How can you forget to tell me that you have an girlfriend?" "Well school was very stressful and you didn't asked, so I didn't thought that it was so important to tell you immediately." Tenya tried to calm his brother down. Sadly it didn't really went well. "Just because I haven't asked it wasn't so important to tell me ? Do you know how long I waited for this day? And you tell me that it isn't that important ?" "Well yes... but... You know what? I will just call and ask her if she would like to come over for dinner some day, so you can meet her, better ?" "That is an wonderful idea, Tenya.", his mother answered before the discussion between him and Tensei would go on. "How about Saturday? "she asked. "Sure. I will ask her." And with that Tenya left the table. Tensei began to eat again and mumbled something about how important a girlfriend is. After Tenya finished the call, he returned to he table." Y/n would love to come over on Saturday." "Great" "So brother tell us something about her." Tensei said, now calmed down. "Well, Y/n is a wonderful person. She always helps our fellow classmates, no matter how many things she still has to do. She also prepares Bentos for them. Even for the teachers. It is like she has an 6. Sense, because she always knows who likes what and who has eaten something and who not. She also plans study sessions for everyone and brings their favorite snacks and drinks." "So she is a bit like a female version of you." "Well, Kaminari told us one day that we are like the class parents so...." " Yep, a female version of you, brother. Is she also so uptight ?" "No in these matters Y/n is more relaxed." "Good. Maybe she can help you to get this stick out of your ass." "TENSEI!!!!!!" Tenya yelled. "What? I'm just saying." Tensei laughed. "But seriously, after what you told us about her she must be a really friendly person." "Yes. Yes she is." "Well. I cant wait to meet her. But now I have to go to patrol. Good night brother." And with that Tensei left the table. Now Tenya and his parents were alone in the room, but they didn't asked any questions, so they all remained in silence. After Tenya finished his plate, he helped his parents to get the dirty dishes into the kitchen,before he said his goodbyes and made his way back to the dorms. On his way, he had many thoughts about the upcoming meeting between you and his family. But Tenya was sure that they will love you as much as he loved you.

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Anon request: Dorm leaders reaction headcanons to their darling saying "i love u" for the first time?

26- Twisted Wonderland, Dorms Leader x Reader (pt. 1)

Riddle Rosehearts

- If he is in a state of agitation or anger, it’s a great way to quell the wrath of the Dorm Leader.

- Frankly, you'll catch him off guard. Riddle doesn't have much experience in such matters. His big eyes will look at you in disbelief, in a mixture of hope and fear.

- Truly, why should you love him? He is certainly not charismatic like Cater or handsome like Leona. He is not such a good company. So why?

- Maybe he never even thought of wanting you, it was enough for him to have you near despite his bad temper, he was already grateful. Yet you are so vulnerable and sincere in front of him right now.

- It must be a good sight to see that young face of him coloring with a sweet shade of red, which, however, is not due to the usual anger.

- He won't speak right away. You're going to have to tell him again, you're going to have to reassure him you're serious, because he's afraid to believe it.

- Are you really his? Of all the guys around, did you really choose him?

- “I… I will make you happy! I solemnly promise you! "

- Those words came out more shrill and far less solemn than they wanted to be, and that embarrasses him only more, yet he can't help but adore the happiness that suddenly illuminates the depths of your eyes.

- Oh yes, he will do anything to make you happy.

Azul Ashengrotto

-"I love you"? Are these the exact words you used?

- Oh, such an open manifestation of your feelings ... maybe he got it wrong? Maybe you were telling someone else, even if it's the two of you alone in the room? Were you perhaps reading a novel?

- Your gaze falls from him, embarrassed. Pretend you haven't said anything, but to him that's just confirmation.

-"I love you". What harsh words. It’s not a simple "I like you", it’s more. Are you sure what you say? After all, he is nothing more than a good-for-nothing octopus. Could he ever deserve it, your love? When would he earn it?

- The smile that appears on the boy's lips could be unpleasant, but if it appears contemptuous, it only serves to hide the insecurity inside.

- Of course, you spent a lot of time together, you were looking for him often, and he understood that you are fond of him, for some reason. At first he veiled your desire to meet him, but then you became part of his daily life, it was pleasant and reassuring to have you around.

- But love him? How can you be sure?

- "You know, you might find me really repulsive." These are the words he tells you. Not very romantic, but extremely true for him. You know, so why do you talk without thinking? You can't fool him like that.

- "As long as it's you, I love you." You say. Your voice is now extremely steady, and your gaze has now abandoned the embarrassment, planting itself in his, now disarmed like that of a child.

Malleus Draconia

- Malleus is glad in his heart that a lovely creature like you doesn't fear him as darkly as most people.

- You are extremely serious, and sincere. He hadn't planned it. So what's the price for your love? Oh, what a silly question. He knows it, and is certainly happy to pay for it.

- If around him the affection of his young devotees surround him and in any case he has by now made friends with solitude, your presence is a cheerful ray of light in the monotonous days of an ancient creature.

- The years on his shoulders have not made him naive, and he has never failed to notice your gaze that repeatedly lingers admiringly on his noble figure, and he smiles sweetly amused by that tender child love. He loves you.

- To hear you say it, however, is another matter entirely. It's like shining a spotlight on something so unspoken that he never believed would be revealed in the duration of your brief existence.

- It's no different than usual. You are peacefully reading in solitude, and yet right now like a spell those words slipped out of your lips: "I love you".

- His beautiful green eyes are a sight that you would not miss for anything in the world, but in that moment they manifest such perplexity that you cannot stand. What a fool you are, you wretched creature compared to the mighty king.

-But the smile that slowly paints itself on the noble's handsome face is not at all a mockery. You are the little keeper of his heart, have you really never noticed?

- Before you know it, his lips are lovingly placed on your cheek, sweet and protective.

- The ephemeral flower and the ancient dragon, perhaps it is not as strange as it seems. He likes the idea, and after all you too.

- "I love you with all my life."

Leona Kingscholar

-"I love you."

Wait, what?

- Weren't you two arguing until a second ago? Was he wrong?

- He looks at you confused, suddenly silent, waiting for you to say a "I didn't say anything" or something similar.

-But your face red with agitation belies his theory. You are so embarrassed, and even if anger still shines on the edge of your irises, your hands press guilty to your lips.

-Leona is not a child, nor a naive one. He already knows, he sees how you are around him, how you look for him, how you smile at him. Even when you fight he knows that you are attracted to him. Your eyes say it, your sweet smell says it.

-He loves you. It was difficult for him to accept it, or to understand why. But the truth is it, around you he can just be himself, no matter how hateful he can be, you will always love him. When everyone looks at him with admiration, you look at him with pride.

-He knows that you want his happiness, but he would never have thought that you would come to show something so fragile, just to make him understand how your hard words are only aimed at his good.

-What were you arguing about, then? Did it really matter?

-He doesn't have great reactions, should he? All it does is approach you, pleased, to take your hand. His ears and tail snap with delight.

- “If this is the truth, then be prepared, my little mouse. Once I have eaten you, you will have no way of escaping me. "

-Ah, what a romantic way to tell you to stay by his side.

Note (?): Hello people! I'm back? Maybe! I confess that these have been difficult months. It's not over yet, but it's no longer important. I think it's time to take back my life, from serious things (I started studying and working again), to these little things that I like to do. I'll post something more clear in the near future (and I will open the requests), I just didn't want to write these things under a probably forgotten request, but it seemed to me the best way to reactivate and apologize to those who still remember me. Thank you very much, see you very soon!

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mytwistedhome · 4 years

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Pomefiore and Ignihyde when they find out you have Anorexia

Trigger warning to anyone who suffers with an eating disorder!!

I decided to write these headcanons because I've been having a really tough two weeks, and thinking of the twst boys makes me happy...

I hope this can maybe bring comfort to someone else, or at least provide some bit of entertainment. My intention is not to cause harm or trigger anyone. That is the last thing I want.

Other dorms will be coming as well! I already started working on all of them, but I just haven’t finished them. They will most likely be posted the next time I have a bad day //

One more quick thing: I will be posting requests this week! I’ve already broken several promises that I made in regards to the time I’d post, and I feel horribly guilty. I’m sorry for the wait. I know I shouldn’t tell you to expect something on a certain day and then delay it for weeks. I should be honest about my efficiency, and I am sorry.

I'm also sorry for not responding to message (this applies to all my blogs...) I see them, but then forget about them, and then cower away because I feel like I'm already too late. I hope this little apology is enough to suffice... I'll apologize properly to every person when I find the courage. I know I shouldn't be doing this to people who've been kind to me just because I feel unwell. Please know that I am very sorry, and I'm trying to be more responsible and less careless to those around me.

💜

Vil Shoenheit

So that's why your skin is so dry and you have bags under your eyes

He scolds you at first. He believes that you’re starving to get a good figure, and he tries to inform you that doing so is unhealthy and that being malnourished actually makes a person quite ugly.

As if you haven’t already heard all this before

You try to tell him that you’re not doing this to look good. At least, not anymore. Sure, it started out as a way to lose weight, but it soon became an obsession much more meaningful than beauty or weight-loss.

He doesn’t understand. Why would you deliberately hurt yourself like that? Especially when you’re aware of all these negative outcomes?

Nevertheless, he is still very worried about you

He wouldn't normally concern himself with such a personal problem, but he would feel so guilty if he just stood back and watched you whither away

So, he does, indeed, go out of his way to try and help you

He finds a psychology book about eating disorders in the library, and he reads it in its entirety

He is... quite disturbed. He never imagined that you could be suffering so badly.

He's smart enough to realize that he, himself, can't do anything to make you better

He encourages you to seek professional help, and he even searches for phone numbers you can call and therapists/counselors close by of whom you can see

You are really touched by his efforts to find help, and you promise him that you will see one of the counselors he recommended

But... several weeks go by, and you haven't done anything

Vil grows furious. Don’t you want help!?

He takes your lack of seeking help rather personally... He went out of his way to provide with the things he felt that you really needed. Don’t you appreciate that? Don’t you care about yourself? What more do you want him to do?

You try to tell him that you don’t want him to do anything, that you’ll find help when you’re ready--

Vil isn’t buying that

What does “ready” mean, anyways? When you’re already in the grave?

He’s a bit harsh on you... He points out the patches of dry skin along your neck and chest, the way the hairs of your arms always stand on end from goosebumps, the metallic taste in your mouth...

Are you happy with those things? Do you really want to live this way?

You try and try to explain to him that it’s hard to get help and go back to eating normally

It spirals into an argument...

Vil is done with this. He did what he could and got you the resources you need to begin recovery. Once you decide to get help, he will be there for you. He will be there whenever you reach out for support, comfort, or care. But, until then, don’t talk to him about it. Don’t complain about your misery until you have sought proper help. It’s your fault at this point, isn’t it?

Rook Hunt

He had noticed that you were very quickly losing a lot of weight

He was concerned, but he never imagined that the problem could be something so serious

You're actually surprised with just how much he's concerned. You thought that if there was anyone to romanticize such a disease, it would be him

But he seems to know more than you thought about such disorders

He begs you to get professional help, and he is quite a bit more pushy and earnest than Vil is...

You try to explain to him that no doctor or therapist could ever help unless you were READY and WANTED to be helped

Well, he doesn't understand why you don't want help

He's pushing and pushing you... begging you to seek a professional

You get so frustrated that you turn and leave. He just doesn't understand!

And now Rook is even more distressed. How will he ever get through to you? How can he ever help you?

Now, every time he sees you, he looks at you with such sorrow

He sadly remarks upon how your beauty is fading... and how he fears that your life may be fading as well

Your heart aches to hear such sincere worry... Your chest feels tighter than it normally does as you crumble with guilt

You promise yourself you'll get better... Just so you won't have to see Rook with a horribly sad expression whenever he passes you

You start eating more in front of him to ease his worry, which does work a little bit

You add about 400 more calories to your usual intake--enough so that your "recovery" becomes visible through the way you bounce with energy

But you stay up late at night, running laps and doing situps to burn off some of that intake

And you keep losing weight

In fact, it's worse now because your body is aching from the unfamiliar intake and exercise...

Well, at least you look better

At least you have Rook fooled

Or so you think. It'll only be a matter of weeks before he catches onto your schemes and grows so distressed once again

He tries to sit you down and have a talk with you... He just really wants you to get help

Epel Felmier

Poor Epel finds out after he witnesses you collapsing in the middle of the hallway when no one else is around

He panics and rushes to your side, trying to see what is wrong and how he can help you

You blacked out for several seconds, which is why you collapsed, but even though you have your vision back, everything is still very cloudy and you are too weak to stand up

This makes Epel panic even more

You try to calm him down, despite your weakness

"it's okay, Epel...! Just get me something to eat. Please, I need something to eat. Hurry!"

He is a bit confused, but he does what you say, and he rushes off to find you some food

While he is gone, you try to stand, but to no avail. Your stomach aches with hunger and you are cold all over. Your body just feels so miserable

He rushes back to you with an apple and places his hands on your shoulders in concern as you quickly eat it down

That apple... It's the best thing you've ever tasted, but it's gone too quickly, and your mouth waters for more as the last bites slide down your throat

Although it was small, it still gives your body such a blissful burst of energy. All your senses are ignited now that you have finally eaten something after such a long fast, and your head is hurting far less

You stand up and smile at Epel, thanking him graciously before turning to leave

Uuuhhhhh.... What was that?

You suddenly collapse on the ground and then are all better after eating a simple apple?

No way is Epel going to let you go just like that. He holds you back, demanding an explanation, for it surely seems you know quite a bit about this bizarre thing that just happened

You try to tell him it's nothing, just a strange thing that happened this one time

Well, then, how did you know how to fix it by eating something?

You quickly lie and tell him you get dizzy sometimes and fall due to low blood sugar

Well, now your story is inconsistent

He presses you for the truth, growing rather angry

His harsh tone begins to scare you, and you tell him... You tell him that, sometimes, you go days without eating, and it of course causes you to grow so weary that you faint

You watch as all the frustration quickly rushes away from Epel's face, leaving his eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock

"That... That's really unhealthy..."

Oh, great. Not this speech again

But, it actually isn't a lecture about how this is such a "dangerous diet"

Instead, Epel pours out all his concern with a sad look upon his face

He knows that he can't do much, but he assures you that you can come to him if ever things become too tough to handle

You're touched by his offer, and you thank him for his understanding

But, now, everytime he's around, he watches you with care to see if you're doing alright and to make sure you don't fall over again

You hadn't expected him to worry this much...

If Epel ever thinks that things are getting out of hand, he will likely go behind your back to someone who can help for your sake

💙

Idia Shroud

He really wishes that he hadn't found out because now he can't stop worrying

This is the kind of thing that would just be easier to ignore and shut away from his mind

But how could he possibly ignore something as serious as this?

He keeps telling himself that this isn't supposed to be his issue

But... It is his issue, isn't it? If you ended up dying and he knew all along about your suffering yet did nothing to help, than that would mean that he aided in your death, right?

He's really starting to panic. He doesn't what you dead. Not at all

But... What is he supposed to do???

He calms himself down and tries to think

Perhaps if he built you a mechanical body that didn't need food this whole thing would seize to be a problem...

No, bad idea

Well, that will be his last resort if nothing else works...

He messages you and tries to plead with you to please just eat and take care of yourself...

You message back, explaining to him that it really isn't that simple

He decides to ask why you're doing this, and he tries to show through his words how much he really cares

You feel comfortable enough in telling him some of the reasons why you think you started, and why it's now so hard to stop and all you want is to continue with it...

Idia is happy that you were able to open up to him this much, but what is he really supposed to do with this information? He's no therapist...

Well, being vulnerable with you emotions and talking about the problem is at least one step in the right direction, isn't it?

Idia continues to try to be a source of comfort for you, while also encouraging you to seek proper help

Ortho Shroud

Oh, no... He can’t help you with this, can he?

Why can’t he help you? Why won’t you get better?

Surely nii-san programmed him with something that could help you...

Right...?

RIGHT!?

Why aren’t you better?

Why are you doing this to yourself!?

Ortho is a mess... so distressed. He can’t understand--he doesn’t have the capacity to understand such a disorder, and he is so frustrated that nothing he does is helping!

And he does everything

He exhausts himself trying to “fix your mind”

His eyes are wide, yellow irises shaking with misery

Knowing that you are willingly hurting yourself actually traumatizes him...

He can't wrap his head around such an awful mental illness. To him, it looks as though you're really trying to harm, hurt, and even kill yourself by your own accord

Something must be wrong with your brain, but he just doesn't know what!

The poor child is so upset. He's panicked and worried sick

And now you feel even worse

Sorry for ending on such a horrible note... I was originally going to have all the dorms, so Diasomnia would’ve come and saved the day, but I just didn’t finish them.

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fangirlspammer · 4 years

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Sparks Fly (part 5)

I'm not entirely happy with my writing in this chapter, so please bare with me🤧 this took longer than I wanted

Gif credit @regal-roni

6 weeks had come and gone since you had been suspended from NCIS, since you had refused to talk...since you kissed Jack. Since then you had apologized to Vance and agreed to talk to someone. Vance had suggested Agent Sloane, but you had been quick to request Dr. Grace instead. He hadn't questioned it, only agreed and informed you that Dr. Grace would determine when you could return to work. As frustrating as this whole situation had become you had agreed. The longer you were away from the team, the more anxious you became. 6 weeks was far too long to be away. Bishop and you had gotten drinks with Torres a few nights, but the case they were working on now was a big one and they hadn't really had time for social calls.

"Waiting on her to come out of that thing?" Travis' voice caused you to nearly jump off of the kitchen island.

You furrowed your brow and let go of the phone you had been staring at for the past ten minutes. "What?"

He shook his head with an amused smirk dancing on his lips. "Nevermind. You're popcorns done you know," he gestured towards the microwave and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl beside you. He watched you go back into your daydream and sighed. "You haven't heard from her have you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," it took all you had to hop off the counter and retrieve your popcorn from the microwave. You pouted when it was just barely warm now. You must have dazed off longer than you thought. "Besides, how would you know?"

Travis chuckled and rolled his eyes. "You won't stop staring at your phone, and you've been extra distracted," he shrugged and grabbed some frozen waffles from the freezer. "Besides, popcorn for breakfast? You must be distracted," you hated that he knew you so well.

"Well it's just the opposite. I have heard from her," you sighed and locked your phone for the third time in 60 seconds. You looked up to see him put the waffles in the toaster and hopped back on the island. "Sorry," you mumble when you realize that you came in here to do just that.

"Then what's the problem?"

You focused in on your fingers fiddling in front of you and shook your head slightly. Travis set a plate out and then took a step towards you. You swallowed. "I just don't know how to talk to her right now. I've been dodging her calls for 6 weeks," you looked up and ran your hands through your hair with frustration.

Travis reached over and stole a piece of popcorn, popping it into his mouth and gave a teasing smirk. "Well, I'm not sure how to help. You see, I myself am in a serious relationship now, and am no longer succumbed to the problems that come with the single life."

You rolled your eyes and kicked at his shin. "You really are an ass sometimes," you stuck your tongue out. In reality you were happy for Travis and Lydia. Things had finally worked out for them, it only took forever, but they were happy. Engaged even! You envied them.

"I think you need to suck it up and face her," he was serious now and you silently cursed him for throwing your own words back in your face. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"Uhm, she could hear me??" You scoffed and crossed your arms.

"Oh come on, what's that pout for now? You're going to see her today regardless. You may as well make it less awkward," he shrugged.

"Because you're right," you muttered in annoyance, "and I hate it when you're right," you rolled your eyes and hopped off the island.

You walked over and grabbed your popcorn before heading for you room. You had a stash of M&Ms in there and you needed the privacy. Lydia would be over soon to talk about the wedding and you knew if you stayed she would pull you in, and you needed to talk to Jack as well as get ready for work. Just as you sat down at your desk your phone rang. How did she manage to do this?

"It's like you can sense my every move," you answered after the second ring. You tried to sound light hearted but you were nervous.

"I figured my 50th time had to be the winner," she retorted sarcastically.

You could hear the smile in her voice and your stomach did a flip. You frowned. This was exactly what you were avoiding. "I know, I know. I'm really sorry about that Jack," you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

"Are you coming in today? Vance said you had been given the all clear."

Did she sound hopeful? "I mean I may have to be persuaded. After all, I was sure hoping to get in one last week of lying in my pyjamas and eating my weight in take out and tubs of ice cream," you smirked. Falling back into this playful banter was easier than you thought, and that put you at ease.

"Hmm," she sighed. "It's not exactly ice cream, but what about coffee and a blueberry muffin? My treat," she offered.

You let out a dramatic sigh as you pretended to think about this offer. "Alright, I've be persuaded."

"Great! See you in 10?"

"See you then," you agreed and hung up the phone.

You jumped off the bed and raced around the room to find the perfect outift. You grabbed some black jeans, a green cashmere sweater, boots and your leather jacket. You tied up your hair in a high ponytail and quickly painted your face. As you rushed out of the room you nearly tripped over your go-bag and Travis snorted in amusement.

"Going somewhere?" He asked knowingly. "Thought you weren't due for another hour?"

"Change of plans," you huffed and tossed your bag over your shoulder. Just as you rushed out the door you ran into Lydia walking up the path. You said a quick hello and goodbye before jumping in your car. You hadn't realized how eager you were to let your guard down and face Jack. Maybe it wasn't facing her that you were eager for, maybe it was just seeing her again. Either way, you couldn't get there quick enough.

Jack sat in her usual booth in the back of the diner. She had already started her second cup of coffee and eaten part of her breakfast donut before you had even arrived. She tapped her fingers nervously while glancing out the window every few seconds. The only thing on her mind, when she had a free moment, was that kiss the two of you had shared. She just couldn't shake the feelings that surged inside of her when your lips touched. It was something she hadn't felt in a long time, but even still it was different. When she had pulled away it was only to make sure it was what you had wanted, but when you told her to leave it was all but confirmed that it wasn't what you wanted at all. She had tried calling and texting, but you never returned any of her messages.

That night had helped her see things for what they truly were, and seeing that hurt. When she had dropped by to meet you that first night, with that faulty story, she hadn't expected you to be... Well you. She hadn't expected to be invited for dinner, let alone stay in your home unsupervised. That there told her all that she needed to know about you. Once she got to know you her thoughts had been confirmed and this feeling in the back of her mind kept becoming more clear as time went on. These were feelings she had to keep bottled up, because from past experiences she knew getting involved with a co-worker was dangerous. San Diego had proven just that and she wouldn't put herself out there like that again. If you didn't want to talk about it then she was going to pretend like it never happened. It's what was best.

The bells rang as the diner door opened up and Jack couldn't help but look towards it eagerly. She gave a small smile as you walked over and took a seat. Her fingers tapped the side of her mug until she noticed you watching curiously, and realized that neither of you had said a word yet.

"You got here fast," she moved the coffee to her lips to busy herself.

"I was already prepared to ditch out any minute," you lied with a little chuckle.

"Oh?" Her brow arched curiously.

You shrugged. "Travis' fiance was coming over to talk wedding and I didn't really want to stick around."

"Travis is engaged?" She couldn't help but sound surprised.

"Oh that's right," you grinned. "I forgot you meet him when-" you stopped quickly when you remembered the kiss. You broke eye contact and looked to the glass of water in front of you. You cleared your throat and decided to bypass that conversation. "He got engaged three weeks later. They've known each other since grade school."

Jack gave a small smile when you carried on. By the way you avoided the conversation she figured you weren't going to acknowledge the kiss at all. It probably wasn't the best option, but it was the easiest for now. "Y/N," she started, but when you made eye contact she couldn't bring herself to carry on. "Don't forget to order. It's on me remember?"

You felt your shoulders relax and breathed out quietly in relief that she didn't carry on. You knew it couldn't be avoided forever, but you could try couldn't you? What was the use in getting all flustered and risking losing one of your closest friends? After you ordered, and the food came, you both began to relax and fall into easy conversation. You admitted how you were nervous about returning after your big scene, and Jack told you about the case they were currently working on.

"It's Gibbs," you confessed as the phone rang and quickly answered. "Hi boss," you greeted with a smile, but it vanished when he carried on about a body and hung up. "So much for that morning work out," you sighed, standing and grabbing your purse.

"Got a lead?" Jack asked curiously.

"Another dead body by the marina," you gave an apologetic look. "I'm sorry."

Jack shook her head and forced a smile. "Don't be. I'll catch up with you later on," she shrugged and waved you off with a smile. A part of her was relieved to see you go, only because it gave her that much time to figure out how to talk to you.

The moment you came back into the office things had been non-stop. First was the discovery of a body, and when you all arrived at the scene of the crime you were to discover that the male had been bludgeoned from behind. Secondly was the discovery that the male Lieutenant Cromwell, had a wife and a child that were now missing. As of now your suspect was the wife, and you had issued a BOLO on her.

"Coffee, anyone?" Jack entered the bullpen with a big, sympathetic smile on her face while carrying a tray of coffees for the team. She had gotten wind of the big case you all had been working on from Jimmy, and knew that this would be a long night for the team.

"God bless you, Agent Sloane," McGee accepted his steaming cup and took a long drink.

"You are an Angel," Bishop chimed in with a wide smile.

Jack just rolled her eyes and laughed. She turned to you and handed you your cup. "Sugar with a dash of coffee and cream," she smirked. The two of you shared the same order, and you both got teased for it often.

"She brings me my lifeline too?" You grinned, but immediately blushed and took a long said to hide it. You saw her eyes focus on you a little longer before her attention was turned to Gibbs as he cleared his throat.

"I didn't forget about you, Cowboy," she laughed and set his cup on the edge of his desk. "How's the case getting along?" Gibbs only grunted in response, so she looked to the rest of you for some sort of an answer. "Do you need any help?"

"Nope," Gibbs stated simply.

Just as Jack turned to go, McGee spoke up. "Actually, Y/N mentioned needing some," he admitted innocently.

"Oh, well, I think I've got it for now," you shook your head and forced a small smile. "I'll let you know though," you locked eyes for a moment before she nodded and slowly retreated. If the two of you were left alone you had a feeling that something would come of it, and you didn't need the distraction.

Just then Jimmy came into the bullpen out of breath. It was as though he had run all the way up here. "Gibbs!" He called out and the entire team looked to him. Gibbs greeted him with a glare. "Agent Gibbs... sir," he rambled on.

"Get to it, Jimmy."

"Right," Jimmy cleared his throat and looked down at the clipboard he held to his chest. "It wasn't the wife," he began and paused, but Gibbs' stare told him that there was no more patience to be held. "With closer observation, I noticed that the wounds were about 4 inches deep and towards the top of his skull. Kasey and I were discussing it, and with the full description she was able to find on the wife, it couldn't have been her."

"Well, why not?" Gibbs barked. He hadn't been in the greatest mood today. Toress had made a comment to the team about Fornell coming in that morning, and so it was concluded his mood might have to do with Emily's drug problem. No one knew for sure though, it was all just pure speculation.

"She was 5'4"," you spoke up, looking up from your paperwork.

"That's right, and the Lieutenant was 6'2", wasn't he?" Jack piped up this time.

"Exactly," Jimmy nodded and handed the clipboard to Gibbs to show the results of his investigation. "Kasey did some digging on the wife, and it showed that Mrs. Randall had her last round of chemotherapy 4 months ago. She wasn't tall enough to bludgeon the Lieutenant from that angle, and she wouldn't have been strong enough for the murder weapon to go that deep," he explained.

"So what does this mean?" McGee questioned fearfully.

"It means we have two missing people on our hands," you looked to the team and then went back to your desk to do some more research. This night had gotten much longer.

For the rest of this week this case was your sole focus. NCIS was sent a ransom note the day before last, and your team had been working hard to come up with the right plan all while trying to figure out a way to abide by the ransom. Every night this week you had come home after midnight, completely exhausted, and you started all over at 7 am. With everything on your mind you had been able to get rid of the thoughts of your kiss with Jack. The two of you had been busy enough that you didn't have to work to hard to avoid her when it wasn't case related, and you hadn't seen Travis enough for him to tease you about it.

You woke up at 5:30 am Friday morning, completely restless. This case was only getting worse, and you wanted it to be over with. If you couldn't get to Mrs. Randall and her daughter in time, you didn't think you would be okay. The child was only 5 years old. The thought of putting a child through something like this made you sick, and it had you questioning the humanity of these suspects and murderers that you saw day in and day out. The only reason you survived this job was, because as much sickness you saw on a daily basis, you saw twice as much goodness when the cases were closed. Even when a case didn't turn out the way you hoped, you told yourself that at least you were able to give their families closer. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you going when you needed it the most.

As you got out of bed, you lazily made your way through your morning routine. There was no use trying to get that extra hour of shut eye. You made a fresh pot of coffee, threw a waffle in the toaster and went to hop in a quick, cold shower to wake you up. Jack popped in your mind as you ran your hands through your hair. You could still feel her lips on yours, the way that she had kissed back for a split second. Your heart began to race and you let the cold water run over your face for awhile before turning off the shower. You stepped out and began to dry off and get dressed. By the time you grabbed your breakfast and made it out of the house, Jack was the last thing on your mind once more.

You focused on the case the whole drive, and when you arrived at NCIS you realized that you were the first one on the team there. The silence was killing you when you sat and tried to get some work done, and with a huff you stood up and made your way down to the gym. You needed to clear your head and get a fresh perspective on everything. You tied up your hair and slipped on your gloves, standing ready at the punching bag. It wasn't long before you were going at it, music in your ears, and you could feel your thoughts cleansing as the time went on.

"Thought I'd find you in here," a voice came from behind after awhile and you froze up a bit. You didn't know how long you had been down here or how long she had been standing behind you at this point.

This was what you had been avoiding all week. Once Ellie told you that Jack had been asking about you all day, you knew that it was only a matter of time before she found you. Of course, you had assumed she had gone home hours ago, but apparently not. Now you were trapped in the gym with her, and you didn't have an excuse to get out of it this time.

"Jack, I don't really have time to talk," you knew she wouldn't buy it. She didn't answer and you stopped hitting the punching bag to look behind you. She was bent over with her hair flung over her head, trying to tie her hair up and out of her face. You swallowed hard seeing how her sweats formed to her body so well. Your mind started to wander and you had to turn away when she stood up. "What are you doing?"

She shrugged as she began to pull on some gloves. "This seems to be the only way that I can get you alone."

You shook your head and walked over to your bag. "I was just leaving," you hated yourself for being so distant with her, but what else could you do?

She stood in front of you now. "Y/N, please just talk to me," her big brown eyes had a certain longing in them. "We can be professional about this, can't we?"

"Professional?" you almost scoffed and her eyes widened a bit. "Jack, I can't be professional around you when all you want to do is discuss the least professional thing I've ever done."

"You were upset," she was trying to make excuses that not even she was buying.

"Because you wouldn't stop prying. I shouldn't have done it," you shook your head. "It was stupid and unprofessional, and it's not like it meant anything to me anyways," you didn't even realize what you had said before you saw Jack step back. That was too far. Did she look... disappointed? No. She couldn't be. Why would she be. "Jack I-"

"No," she put her hand out and forced a small smile. "You're right," you swore that you heard her voice crack. "It didn't mean anything. You were going through something, and I just happened to be there for you."

She was playing this off to easily for your liking. "Right," you whispered and looked away. She turned to leave and you didn't know what came over you, but you reached out to stop her. "Did it mean something?" your eyes were hopeful this time.

Jack's big brown eyes searched yours for some sort of angle, but she couldn't find one. You wanted an honest answer, and she wanted to answer honestly, with all of her being, but if you didn't feel the same way then she could risk losing you. "Y/N," her voice was so low that if you weren't looking at her you wouldn't have heard.

"It meant something, Jack," you confessed and felt hot tears sting your eyes. "I didn't mean what I said before, but I didn't think you wanted me to admit how much it did mean. I was vulnerable, you aren't wrong about that, but that is something I had wanted to do for a long time," your confessions just seemed to flow out of you with no filter now.

Jack looked up at you, her eyes flashing with hope and longing. You watched her tongue come out to wet her lips. She swallowed hard and you could see her chest rising and falling a bit heavier now. You looked back up at her as soon as you realized that you were staring, but it was no use. She had seen your eyes wander and a smirk played upon her lips now. "Do you mean that?"

You nodded slowly, closing the distance between the two of you now. Your heart was racing more than ever and you felt her hand reach out, her fingers slowly entwining with yours. Now you were the one wetting your lips. "With every fiber of my being," you whispered.

It wasn't long before Jack closed the gap between the two of you. Her hand reached up to brush the loose strands of hair from your face and her nose brushed against yours. Her breathing was shaky and it was the sexiest sound you had ever heard. You couldn't wait anymore and leaned in to brush your lips over hers. Once...twice...your lips locked this time and a soft moan escaped your lips as the kiss deepened. Your arms reached up and wrapped around her, pulling her closer than before until you both were lost in a heated moment of passion. The moment was cut too short by a clearing of the throat from behind you both. You both jumped back, hearts racing and eyes wide, to see Director Vance standing in the doorway. His arms were folded and he didn't look too happy.

"Leon," Jack was the first to speak up. You silently thanked her for that, since the two of them were so close. Maybe that would soften whatever form of punishment would come your way? "We were just-"

"Never you mind what you were just doing," he frowned. "Gibbs got a lead. He's been trying to get ahold of you both, but I can see you were otherwise occupied."

You bit your lip nervously and decided to grab your things as quickly as possible. You looked at your phone. 2 missed calls. You knew Gibbs didn't like even 1 missed call. You held the phone to your ear as you played the voicemail and your eyes widened. "They have a lead on where they're being held. I have to go," you rushed towards the door.

"I'll go with you!" Jack called out and reached for her things.

"I don't think so Agent Sloane," Vance shook his head with curious eyes. You weren't sure if he was upset or if he was just looking out for a good friend. "You'll best serve here."

Jack looked to you apologetically, but you just smiled and shook your head. "It's fine Jack," you assured her before you turned to go. This was certainly the start of something new. You only hoped that it wouldn't cost either of you too much.

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