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Rule Number One (You Gotta Have Fun)
Alastor x Reader Smut. U break his only rule and bother him while hes tryna work. Enjoy. :} Requests open btw.
Alastor had locked himself up in his radio tower for what felt like days. He was truly a workaholic, and loved to be busy. This was fine, except you found yourself actually sort of... missing him?
No sight of him creeping down the hallway or the impending feeling that he was about to catch you doing something prohibited at the hotel. It all felt too empty all of a sudden, and you wished he’d be back down soon, even if just to make you uneasy with that eerie smile.
So, you decided to break the number one rule set by him.
“Under no circumstances is anyone to ever enter the radio tower without my express permission.”
Well, what are rules if not to be broken, right? And that’s where you found yourself, climbing up into the prohibited area.
Ears pressed back, he turned to face you. There was no other way to put it, Alastor was fucking pissed.
You shouldn’t of come up here. You should of listened to his stupid rule, and busied yourself with something else. Maybe you had time to turn around, and pretend you made a wrong turn.
“I trust you have something important for me? Something that would be worth you coming all the way up here without my say so, hm?”
His voice was even more staticky than usual, his tone dripping with sarcasm. You were thinking up a response when he stood up and strode over to you. He jabbed his microphone stand under your jaw, albeit gently, and forced you to look at him.
“Well, deary?”
You only shook your head, hair bouncing on your shoulders.
“Then why, pray tell, are you up here? And use your words this time, yes?”
Within those few words, you suddenly understood why he was so feared. Just from the way he spoke, he could make you feel tiny and stupid.
“I, um, was just wondering where you were, is all...”
“Oh?” He released the microphone stand and you faced the floor again, feeling like a child about to get scolded. “You did know where I was though, didn’t you? So, I’ll ask once more. What brought you up here?”
He had retired back to his chair, and was watching you intently as you squirmed at his questioning. His smile never once left his face.
“You know what, I should go-“
Slam. His shadow had closed the door.
“Has no one ever told you it’s rude to ignore someone, darling? I’m just asking you a simple question, what’s the need for all this attitude? Why are you here?”
Blush rising to your face, you picked at skin around your nails still not wanting to look at his shit eating grin.
“I was bored. Missed you.”
“Ah, there we go! You see how easy that was?”
You nodded, “Can I go now? Sorry for interrupting...”
“Nonsense! You missed me, did you not? You came all the way up here for me, desperate for my attention. Well, dear, my attention you have got. Come, sit, sit.” He patted his thigh.
Oh, how you wished the world would swallow you up right now. But the worst part of this was how turned on you were at his lecturing. You think your reaction was doing the same to him, given the way his ears were perked up and pupils blown.
You walked over to him, gently perching on his knee, before he pulled you down by your waist so you were properly sitting in his lap. He continued working, tapping buttons and twisting dials, as you could only sit there and pray your heart rate would soon go back to normal.
"If I did not know any better, I'd say this encounter has you quite excited, darling! The way your pulse is rising, and not to mention the fact I can smell the arousal on you!" He laughed. "You'd tell me, wouldn't you? If I had brought out such emotions in you."
Your blood drew hot in shame, he knew.
You nodded and tried to save face, "Yes, Alastor. I'm fine, just- my pulse is high from the walk up here, that's all."
"And if you were to stand up, your answer would be the same, I presume?"
Confused, you cocked your head. He didn't say anything, just wrapped his hands around your waist and stood you up.
There it was, the evidence he was looking for. A wet patch on his thigh. Right from where you were sitting. Your wetness had leaked through your panties, leaving a spot on his dress pants.
“Well, look at this mess. And my best pants, no less! Do you have anything to say for yourself, dear?”
You shook your head, never so embarrassed in your life.
He tutted, "First, you lie about why you came up here. Then you lie about this? Darling, have you no manners? Or am I to teach you them myself, hm?"
His eyes were half lidded now, ears twitching.
"I- uh. I think you need to teach me, Alastor..." You admitted, not able to take your eyes off him.
“Finally! The right answer! You’re getting the hang of this now, eh?” He laughed, and patted his thigh - the one you’d dirtied, “Back up here. May as well see how much more you can ruin them.”
Legs shaking, you stood up and straddled his thigh. He leaned in close, “Now get yourself off. You can do that, yes? If your mewls at night are anything to go by, I’d say you’re to be a natural at this!”
The thought of Alastor hearing you play with yourself through your bedroom door sent shivers down your spine, in a good way. He grabbed your chin, angling your head to face him.
“I said you can do that, yes, dear?”
You nodded, hands reaching up to his shoulders to steady yourself as you started grinding down on his thigh like your life depended on it, maybe it did. You could feel his cock hardening. His hands trailed down your body to your hips where they stayed, helping you slowly ride his thigh.
“Theres a good girl, hm? See what happens when you behave?”
You nodded, breathing heavy, “Uh-huh.”
Alastor nodded, his hips gently bucking up for friction. Your hand went to zipper to help, but he brushed it away.
“This is your lesson. Not mine.” He winked.
So you kept riding his thigh, until your own thighs were weak, and you were close. And he knew it.
“If this were a proper lesson, I wouldn’t allow you to cum. But you’ve been so good, so good for me... You may cum.”
You nodded into the nook of his neck, letting out a pathetic whiny mewl as you came, soddening his pants. From the sound of it, he came too, letting out a staticky grunt that would of hurt your ears if you were paying attention, but you were too busy grinding your way through your climax, as he shushed you gently.
He helped you stand up, your thighs shaking and almost giving out under you. A sharp finger pressed into the stain on his pants, before he collected some of the wetness and licked it off.
“Head off to my bedroom, now, love. Get yourself cleaned up. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
The walk to his bedroom was strange to say the least. Your knees shaking and panties wet, of course Angel was going to say something.
“Christ, you look like you been fucked good, sweets.”
“I have, I think...?”
“Oh yeah? And whose the lucky son of a bitch, huh? He knows not to fuck with you, right?” He winked, ever protective of you.
As if on cue, Alastor appeared, strolling carelessly toward you both. A hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry to interrupt, Angel, my dear, but I’m afraid we have something to take care of. If you’ll excuse us...” He guided you away, towards his room.
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Quid Pro Quo | Michael Gavey x fem!reader
Summary: After being ditched by her friend at the Trinity College Christmas Party, she finds herself enthralled with learning the language of Michael Gavey | Word Count: 3.8k~ | Warnings below the cut!
Part Two: Carpe Diem
Part Three: Veni, Vidi, Vici
warnings: virgin michael, semi-public sexual conduct, oral sex (m receiving), heavy petting
If she has to listen to Professor Wardon swoon over Ancient Greek and how it ‘drove him to pursue his dreams in extending his passion to other students’, she thinks she might actually fall asleep.
She's in a good spot to do so, nestled between two other students, the one on her right seemingly just as bored as her, and conveniently hidden behind a tall, lanky first year, who sits straight, with his head perfectly obscuring hers as he fixes his posture regularly.
Several times throughout, she's checked her watch, and yet the second hand never seems to move an inch.
Professor Wardon is just about to go on a lovesick spiel about Homeric Greek when the lecture concludes with a heaved sigh from every student as they sling their hefty bags over their shoulders.
“Remember I want 2,500 words on Les Liaisons dangereuses in my pigeon hole by next Thursday, before your Christmas parties!”
“Oh joy,” she sighs with a grin to the girl walking shoulder to shoulder beside her as they leave, feeling noticeably lighter knowing that that's their last lecture before Christmas break.
“Christ, you're telling me. I can't be arsed to even right my own name at the moment, nevermind read 18th century fucking French.”
She gives a snort in reply, “Merry Christmas to us, eh? Should do what the French do and have a revolution or something.”
“Yeah, eat our lecturers or something.”
“Alright, I wouldn't go that far.”
“Anyway, I'm off to T Library, see ya, have a good Christmas and don't do anything I wouldn't!”
She waves her off as her friend disappears, the cold air of the outside nipping at her skin that manages to sneak beneath her coat.
Oxford University is not what she imagined at all. She came here very much feeling like an outsider, like there'd been some sort of paperwork mistake and it was supposed to be someone else in her place.
The imposter syndrome seemed difficult to shift, but she'd at least managed to make a couple of friends since starting in September.
Languages had always found her well, and seemingly the only thing she managed to actually understand. People were inconsistent, cruel and fickle. Languages, though they shifted and changed, were firmly rooted in reason and understanding.
As sad as it sounded, conjugating verbs, vowel shifts and rare dialects were the one thing she found herself itching to discover more about. The idea that there was more to uncover seemed exciting and scary at the same time.
And Oxford University was the best place she could be to do that.
All that said, her eagerness to get involved with her studies had left her social life with much to be desired.
In the first two weeks of university alone, she'd gained one friend and lost a boyfriend. And while they were drifting apart anyway, it was still a relatively large blow to her self-esteem and her confidence to actually get out there, socialise and make the most of her first year of freedom.
The only friends she'd made were those on her course. Priya, who'd just abandoned her to stick her nose in books about the Great Vowel Shift, and Anya, who…to be honest, rarely left her room. Seeming more like a ghost than anything else.
It was a wonder she was still a student, with how often she missed classes.
What Anya does do best, is manage to somehow rise out of her pit to drag her to Christmas parties that aren't even run by their college.
Which is why she finds herself somehow at Trinity College campus, where she eyes several scantily clad women wearing revealing Santa costumes adorned with itchy tinsel.
Anya is the sort of girl who, well, every girl kind of wants to be. So much so she sort of wonders why she hangs around with her. She's pretty, fit and fucking clever. Her only downfall is her taste in men, so often being Oxford pretty boys.
So it is absolutely no surprise at all, when two jägerbombs in, Anya has somehow slipped into the arms of one aforementioned Oxford pretty boy, seeming in every way a clone of the previous, with the exception of the way he pairs his Ayia Nappa top with his low rise jeans and the only effort to conform to theme, is a pair of plastic reindeer antlers on his head bobbling side to side.
She grimaces as she watches them suck each other's faces off in a dark corner of the room, ‘Stay Another Day’ by East 17 blaring with a cheap crackle through the speakers as she makes her way through the bodies to somewhere quiet.
She sighs, nursing the rum and coke Anya had sloppily poured her in one hand as she closes the door behind her, shutting out the drunken squeals and cheers for the peace of a quiet common room.
It's still decorated, she notes, but empty. Maybe she could lurk here until Anya is done, if she ever will be.
The deep clack of a pool ball being sucked into a socket makes her jump, realising perhaps that she was not actually alone, as she'd previously thought.
The cool light hung above the battered pool table illuminates his deep red jumper, and the first thing she sees is the way he leans on one leg, standing straight as if he was imitating the rigid pool cue leant before him. The yellow lined detailing around the cuffs highlights his small wrists and big hands that stretch from it as he rubs blue chalk onto the tip.
Her eyes trail up the back of his neck, past the lazy waves of dark blonde hair, clearly due a trim at some point, and to his face, even from this angle able to see how his features sit. With a sharp nose and jawline, and black skinny glasses perched above his cheekbones.
She almost laughs at the way he's almost as tall as the light that illuminates the table, half-thinking that she might never have seen such a strange and yet interesting looking guy.
“Didn't fancy the party?” she finally says, alerting him to her presence.
She doesn't quite expect the way the light bounces off his sharp features, sinking his blue eyes in shadow as his head turns to her with an expression of boredom.
“Not particularly, no.”
His voice is lighter than she thought it would be and part of her wonders if he's putting it on. He presses his glasses further up his nose before assessing his next shot, stalking around the table.
“Why's that?”
This time, when he answers, he doesn't look at her. He simply leans down, and aims.
“Not. Fucking. Invited,” he replies bitterly, missing a yellow, “that's why.”
Her fingertips moisten against the glass as the ice begins to melt, but she pays it no mind.
“So you're lurking about in here instead.”
He plays with the cue in one hand, barely sparing a second glance, a bitter, quiet laugh escaping him.
He misses another red before he heaves a sigh, straightening to look at her again.
“You here alone as well?” he asks dispassionately.
She smiles lazily and shrugs.
“My mate is…a bit preoccupied, if you know what I mean,” she replies, taking an awkward sip of the now watered down drink, “like you, I don't really think these are my thing either.”
He seems to consider her statement for a moment.
“Why come then?”
She shrugs again, “trying to be sociable.”
“With those vapid cunts? Good luck getting any intelligent conversation out of them.”
She watches as he picks up the blue chalk again, applying more when he doesn't even need it in sort of a nervous gesture, his blue eyes averted and pretending to assess his next move.
There's something about him. How judgemental he is and how he forms his words. Perhaps she hadn't expected this sort of guy to be so outwardly honest with his opinions, and for the most part, she can't say she disagrees with the message, just the way in which he said it.
“Can I play?” She asks, leaning over to put her drink down.
“What are you reading?” He asks so suddenly, and out of context, that she does a double take.
She raises her eyebrows, smiling, “Does my answer depend on if I get to play or not?”
There's no answer from him. Shocker of the century.
“Modern Languages.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans.
She's a bit too happy and dizzy on rum to get defensive.
“Is that one of those subjects that sounds way less interesting than it actually ends up being?”
She gives a breathy laugh, “just like languages.”
He hums, as if the answer didn't impress him, “more of a science and numbers man myself, obviously.”
For a moment, it's lost on her why it's obvious.
He takes a sip of his, no doubt, stale beer, wetting his lips after, “Your name is?”
She narrows her eyes teasingly, smiling as she leans against the table, “quid pro quo.”
She enjoys the brief confusion on his face, before he realises what she's said.
“Okay, okay, Michael.”
She smiles, “See? You know what that meant. Who says you're not a languages man?”
It's the first time he seems to duck his head, hiding a blush she's barely able to see.
“I don’t think the Ancient Roman idea of fair exchange warrants the title of ‘languages man’.”
The blue chalk comes off on his hands as he fiddles nervously with it.
“So, am I bestowed the privilege of playing?”
He raises his head, and she can tell he's trying his damndest to not let a little beer-induced smile pass his lips.
“I suppose I could allow you to embarrass yourself in front of me for a bit, if you insist. We'll have to share a cue though.”
She doesn't have the heart to tell him her uncle was a pool player, and so by extension, has played pool for most of her upbringing. Rather, he finds out himself when she pots three yellows in a row.
It's either the alcohol or pity that kicks in when she misses the fourth, holding the cue for him to take.
“You being good at pool wasn't on my bingo card,” he mutters with some nervous teasing in his voice.
They go back and forth for a bit, missing some, potting some, with interspersed conversation between.
“Thought you might have been a Norman-no -mates, like me,” he says quietly as he watches her assess her next shot. Bending to aim.
“You're not far off,” she replies, “first fortnight I was down a boyfriend. Since then, I've only been up two friends and one of them is in the other room having ditched me for the shag of a lifetime.”
She doesn't see it until after she takes the shot, the way his eyes flit back to hers quickly as she rights herself to stand.
Was he checking me out?
As if he was lagging, he only laughs now at what she's said.
“What about you?” She asks, “no girls, or boys, on the scene?”
He blushes a lot when she asks that. And she can't help the fluttering in her chest she feels that someone might find her attractive.
“Can’t say there is.”
She stands close, passing the cue to him, electricity warming her fingertips as she grazes his.
“And why not?”
He scoffs bitterly, “have you seen me?” he mutters, wandering around the table, suddenly unable to shake the feeling of her gaze, “Not too many girls out there looking for the stereotypical nerdy math boy, really.”
“Hm,” she hums, “how unfortunate for them.”
He sinks a red, picking at his red jumper.
“Yeah, they're clearly missing out, huh?”
The bitter and self-deprecating tone of his voice makes her heart sink a bit. He's not a bad looking guy, she thinks. His style, glasses, hair, she would almost say look actually quite cute.
Maybe that's the thing he doesn't like.
“No interest? Or is maths the only one for you?”
He misses the next shot and sighs, holding the cue for her to take, “clearly, the only one I need.”
She steps close to retrieve, taking her time, looking up at him as she does. At this proximity, Michael sucks in a breath quietly, his lips, which she can't say she'd noticed until right this moment, parting and his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flit rapidly down her.
A warmth swirls in her gut at that.
She circles the table, “what about in the past?”
He leans against the other side, his hand on the cushion, long fingers splayed on the green fabric. She has to shake her head to break her own trance.
“Can’t say my love life has exactly been a roaring success, honestly.”
The way he says it.
She wouldn't be surprised if he was…
Oh.
“So what? You're focussed on your studies?”
She misses. Too set on the conversation rather than the game.
He gives a mirthless laugh, “Sure.”
She rounds the table, holding the cue for him to take, but when he reaches for it, she pulls back with a smirk.
“So we've established you're not one for languages,” she starts, and Michael furrows his brows in confusion, “have you ever really asked for what you want? Ever?”
He seems to miss what she's trying to say.
“Have you been with a girl?”
At that, his eyes widen slightly, a blush crawling up his neck to the tips of his ears, cheeks near matching his shirt.
She knows she has her answer.
“Well…I…no, I haven't…”
At chest height, she can see the way his breathing elevates.
“And, hypothetically, if a girl expressed interest. What would you say?”
His lips part for a good few seconds before he gives a reply, “I’d…I um…I guess it depends who…”
It's like he's afraid she'll make fun of him for it.
“What about, if it was me?” She asks, her voice lowering as she reaches out to pick some lint off his jumper, like it's the most normal thing in the world. His body goes all rigid as she does.
This isn't normal in his world.
Michael swallows thickly, “you're not taking the Mick out of me, are you?”
She shakes her head, “I just want you to feel comfortable asking for what you want.”
For someone who had so often thought about it, now when faced with the situation, he feels as if he doesn't know what to do or say.
She's still stood with the cue in one hand, close enough so that when she shifts her weight from foot to foot, her knee grazes his leg. It's interesting to watch him think so deeply about it. Convinced he's probably never thought of anything so much in his life.
“What if what I want is…you?”
The tension deepens like the tone and volume of his voice. And without effort, a smile finds its way to her face when she looks at his expression. He's frozen stiff, for once, not knowing what to say.
So nothing shocks her more when he grabs the pool cue as a means of pulling her to him, and he has to duck considerably to press his lips clumsily to hers. He's eager, that much is true, but it's clear he's inexperienced. But instead of causing discomfort, she thinks it's quite endearing.
The pool cue clangs to the floor as she braces her hands on his shoulders and chest, guiding his lips with her own in a slower, more careful movement. She feels the edge of the pool table bite into her lower back when he presses her against it, clearly excited, if the hardness that's flush to her stomach is anything to go by.
The hands she had been staring at not half an hour ago are bruising as they trace her waist and hips, with a grip tight enough to tell her exactly how much he's enjoying the experience.
For a moment, they're not in a common room alone, against a pool table, with ‘Cheetah-licious Christmas’ playing in the room over, the bass of which rumbles through the floor and into their chests.
The kiss lasts a long while, and she has a feeling he wants to savour it as if it's the last time he will ever be able to do it.
One of her hands snakes its way to the back of his head, fingers gripping at his hair to pull him closer as either of them tilt to aid more contact between them. And at the little amount of tugging, Michael whines into her mouth, prompting him to pull away.
He looks halfway between mortified and pleased, his glasses having skewed to one side with the eagerness of what they'd done. And she laughs a bit, reaching up to fix them, which seems to make the mortification fade somewhat from his face.
Michael looks down between them, where his obvious erection is pressed to her, and pulls away slightly with a scarlet blush.
“Shit - sorry-”
“It's fine,” she reassures, “no need to be embarrassed.”
The words alone would be enough, if her hand hadn't snaked between their bodies to brush her palm over him. And if it were possible, his flush spreads to his neck, words failing him once more.
Her eyes flicker up to his, their lips all kiss-bruised and swollen.
“If you don't want to-”
“No, no, I want to…” he says, immediately embarrassed about how quick it was.
She smiles, one hand palming him through his jeans and the other trailing up his chest, “Sit down.”
He backs up to sit on a nearby sofa, watching with a kind of adoration as she makes space between his legs, her eyes glimmering at him as she slowly undoes his belt.
“If at any time, you need to stop, tell me.”
He gives a nervous laugh, his stomach muscles tightening, wondering probably if this is really happening to him, “Not sure I will want to…”
She smiles reassuringly, watching as his lips part as she palms him through his boxers, trying to suppress how impressed she is with his size.
It's always the skinny white guys.
“Well, the offer's there.” She smirks, pulling him from his boxers, Michael gives a suffered breath, feeling her touch on him and also her breath so close. He almost feels dizzy. The thought of this happening in this situation, with a party going on next door, is dangerous and exciting in equal measure.
She knows he has very limited experience, so decides not to tease him too much.
Michael gasps softly as she licks at the base of him, drawing a wet line with her tongue along the vein underneath, all the way to the tip. She concentrates her efforts slightly on the sensitive spot there before closing her mouth over the head of his cock, sucking gently.
She feels the way his thighs tense, and the blue disappearing as he closes his eyes. His fists are tight beside him, knuckles white, like he doesn't know if he should touch her or not. All he knows right now is that this feeling is brand new, and the sensation is so much already.
She pulls herself from him to run her tongue over his length, one hand moving to his hand, to encourage him. His blue eyes crack open just a bit, to understand what she's trying to tell him.
And she fights the urge to smile as his longer fingers swipe across her temple into her hair, his touch tender, soft and unsure as he holds her by it.
Her lips wrap around him once more, pushing him further into her mouth, taking him steadily and slowly at first. Michael's hips move barely, chasing the friction that he's getting on his cock when she bobs her head on him and hollows her cheeks.
He watches with parted lips and warm cheeks, moving her hair away so he can watch himself disappear into her mouth over and over. Her hand massages the rest of him, giving him two unique sensations in one, something that earns her a deep, throaty moan.
When her eyes open to look at him, he thinks his heart stops in his chest for a split second. He closes his eyes, not able to bear the way she looks with his cock in her mouth if she looks right at him, feeling that if he did any longer he wouldn't last.
The sounds he emits don't stop there as she increases her pace on him, pressing her tongue to the underside of him and taking him deeper into her throat, humming around him at the heady scent of his skin.
It's only when she takes him as far as he will go, working hard to control her gag reflex that he gives the first genuine buck of his hips, tightening in her hair and a far-too-loud moan. If anyone in the next room were quiet and paying attention, they'd likely know exactly what was going on.
“Fuck-”
It only serves to spur her on as she pulls back, moving in a more steady, quick rhythm, that she is sure Michael is loving judging by the rate of his moans and the way he chokes out his words.
His stomach clenches and unclenches, his high creeping up on him as her mouth tightens around his length.
“Shit - you need to - I'm gonna -” he chokes, weakly tugging her hair in an effort to pull her mouth off him before he cums.
If she didn't have his cock in her mouth she'd smile.
Her hand squeezes the base of him, and Michael throws his head back slightly, a long shuddered and choked moan reverberating through his chest. She swears she feels his thighs shake as she stills, warm ropes of his cum taste musky at the back of her throat.
His loud moan is followed quickly by more softer ones as her throat contracts to swallow as much as she can, briefly increasing the tension and friction around his sensitive length.
When she pulls off him with a pleased sigh, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Michael sits up slightly, having to gather his breath.
“Fucking hell…”
She takes it as a compliment and rises to her feet, her hands smoothing her skirt back down.
And she squeaks in delight as Michael quickly tucks himself away, barely doing up his jeans buttons before backing her up to the pool table again, kissing her fervently.
“What about you…do I…” he starts when he breaks away, panting softly. She smiles at the notion but shakes her head. This experience was for him alone.
“Not right now, don't feel inclined to,” she reassured, her hands on his chest, feeling the way his heart is beating rapidly beneath it.
“Right now?” he asks with a quiet, unsure tone, “does that mean…there's gonna be a next time?”
His tone is careful, and yet, she is able to detect something like desire there. An excitement for more, without seeming too eager so that he's not let down if she says no. Something that makes it clear he is 100% on board.
She bites back a grin.
“Quid Pro Quo, Michael.”
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[CN] MLQC’s Lucien Sharing Date English Translation
⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️
This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~
Perhaps it's an illusion, but after he removes his glasses, those eyes that have always been looking at me seem even deeper.
With my soft exclamation, the already close distance becomes even more intimate, not leaving any gap.
His lowered lashes tremble lightly, brushing against my cheeks like butterfly wings.
His hot breath lingers on the corner of my lips for a while before finally enveloping it eagerly.
special thanks to ivi (@ivioivioivi on twitter) for helping me with translating some abstract things here 🫶
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—[Part 1]—
The lecture hall is almost full, filled with students from the Film and Television Department of Loveland University.
Due to my previous programs consistently ranking first in viewership, universities' Film and Television Department often use them as case studies.
However, it's the first time today that both the production team and I have been invited to campus to give a sharing session.
Even though I've attended many events and ceremonies, as a behind-the-scenes person, I still feel a bit nervous under so many attentive gazes.
MC: Hello students, I'm MC.
Noticing a subtle unease in my tone, I can't help but recall the solemn vow that I made last night.
—[Flashback Start]—
MC: As long as I step onto the same podium where Professor Lucien once stood, I'll surely have the same demeanor as you!
Seeing me confidently waving the speech notes, Lucien couldn't help but chuckle.
Lucien: I'm curious, in your eyes, what kind of demeanor do I have?
MC: Of course you're someone who is both patient and effortlessly competent, and able to make complex concepts lively and engaging. In short, you're simply the best teacher in the world!
He gently gazed at me for a moment and then pulled me into his arms.
Lucien: [chuckles] If this biased classmate really were my student, my evaluations would probably become the highest in the whole school.
MC: What! The original highest score wasn't yours?
My exaggerated tone amused him, and Lucien rubbed my hair.
Lucien: If the Great Producer keeps showering me with praise like this, I might not be able to resist feeling proud.
Lucien: After the poster for the sharing session was put up, many colleagues came to greet me because of this outstanding family member*.
(T/N: his colleagues refer to MC as XM/Lucien's family🥺)
MC: So it seems that the reason I agreed at that time was very correct~
Facing his curious gaze, I winked at him.
MC: Because that was the invitation sent by your school.
—[Flashback Ends]—
Looking down at the audience below once more, I steady my mind.
Just as I'm about to speak, I hear a familiar voice.
??: Sorry, teacher, I'm late. Can I still come in and listen now?
MC: Of course—
Unwittingly, I glance towards the classroom door, my eyes widen in surprise when I see Lucien.
The classroom buzzes with murmurs, as the students have also recognized him.
Lucien: Thank you, teacher. Sorry to interrupt everyone.
I stare dumbfoundedly as he approaches and calmly places a piece of paper on the podium.
Lucien: My late slip.
MC: Ah, okay…
Not until he steps down to find an empty seat do I notice that the completely blank late slip is covered with a sticky note-
-filled with a drawing of a little rabbit on the lectern talking eloquently, and in the audience seat, a little fox applauds with a smile on his eyes.
I can't help but look up at him, seeing that he has already found a seat and is quietly gazing at me.
The distance between us isn't close, but his gaze has already dispelled most of my unease.
So I collected myself and took out my speech notes.
MC: I originally wanted to chat with everyone, but our department head wouldn't allow it, so I had to prepare a speech.
A wave of friendly laughter ripples through the audience, completely easing my nerves.
Very soon, I smoothly finished speaking according to the notes.
MC: ...Actually, the birth of every successful case is influenced by many uncontrollable variables.
MC: Even if we as creators replicate the so-called “speak from experience”, it may not necessarily generate new successful cases.
MC: In the end, I think sharing some practical insights is better.
MC: I often feel that filming is similar to life, it's a process of establishing a stable relationship with the world.
MC: And some specific yet small orders will bring us a sense of certainty about life and becoming an important part of life.
MC: If you don't know what to shoot, you can look within your own world.
MC: Taking myself as an example, like... the flower shop that opens at 8 a.m. near my home. And also...
As I speak, I look at the audience, meeting head-on the gaze that has never shifted.
There is an itch in my heart, always wanting to express something. Before I know it, I've already put down the speech notes--
MC: [smiling softly] The light from my neighbor's house next door often stays on until 4 a.m.
✂———————–
—[Part 2]—
Amidst the continuous applause, Lucien beamingly applauds, bearing a striking resemblance to the little fox on the sticky note.
At this moment, the dean beside me suddenly leans in, lowering their voice as they speak.
Dean: MC, you delivered your speech too smoothly. Here's the bad news: there are still 20 minutes left before class ends.
MC: [sweating nervously] Ah? What should I do? Do you have anything else you want to say?
Seeing him shake his head, my brain starts to work at lightning speed, and suddenly, I think of something.
MC: Since we're out of things to say, we'll just have to let the students speak.
The next moment, a student stood up bewildered as we called their name.
Dean: Everyone, feel free to express your thoughts. Share your feelings after attending the sharing session.
Student A: Oh! I found Teacher MC's talk very interesting. I've also been pondering about some small "orders" just now.
Student A: Like the video call my mom makes every night and the taro ice cream that the school convenience store restocks every Thursday afternoon at three.
Laughter instantly fills the room, as if this were a well-known understanding among everyone.
Immediately, several students also raise their hands, eager to join the conversation.
Student B: When spring arrives, the peach blossoms on the campus will bloom the earliest.
Student C: There's an old librarian who likes to blow his beard, it turns out he's stuck on sudoku.
This time, everyone fell silent for a moment, emitting small gasps of surprise.
Student C: Because of the old man's habit of blowing his beard, I made a documentary about him... but the film lacked soul.
Student C: So I want to ask, how do you find something worth expressing?
I think for a moment before speaking earnestly.
MC: The best way I can think of is to ask yourself what you most want to express from your heart.
MC: Once you have the answer, you will discover that it may have just been sustaining the order you rely on the most to survive right now.*
MC: It's also the closest connection between you and this world—
MC: At that moment, many natural words or images will appear before you effortlessly.
(T/N: tbh it's really abstract even in CN LOL, but I take from it that perhaps what you want to express is already on the orders in your life all along? Keep this in mind until the last part)
I instinctively glance at Lucien and notice the corners of his eyes slowly curving.
Student C: Can you give an example?
MC: Um?
Perhaps the answer was too clear before my eyes, and in that moment, I hesitated instead.
As I realize, I've already missed the opportune moment for the best response, and I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
And the person in my line of sight seems to have chuckled, raising his hand.
Lucien: I'd like to share something too.
As soon as these words were spoken, students turned their curious gazes towards him, and I also waited nervously for his speech.
Lucien: I feel that, often, before finding the expression, perhaps it's the order itself that takes precedence in life.
Lucien: After you become aware of it, it has already brought about natural habits and rules.
Lucien: Therefore, for me, perhaps the modification and alteration of the order itself appear to be more special. The things born from it make people want to dig and explore deeper.
Lucien: For example, the hot milk that always appears when I write a paper, or the scolding I received for not sleeping, which seems to have started at some unknown point…
Even as I try to control my expression, I still feel my cheeks getting a little warm.
The instigator, however, seemed oblivious to my shyness, unabashedly casting an eager gaze my way.
Lucien: Teacher MC, if all the orders of life point to one person at the same time, then wouldn't her existence—
Lucien: Be tantamount to the closest connection between me and this world?
✂———————–
—[Part 3]—
The meeting ends, and after saying goodbye to my colleagues, I decide to take a walk around campus with Lucien.
I'm still immersed in the confession that only we knew a moment ago. Even my steps feel a bit light.
Lucien: You seem to have more talent for being a teacher than I imagined.
Lucien: If I had a teacher like you when I was studying, I would definitely sit in the front row every class.
Lucien: Would this teacher choose me as the class representative?
As he speaks seriously, I pretend to consider.
MC: Hmm... I'll think about it.
He nods thoughtfully, but a smile slowly appears in his eyes.
Lucien: So, to become the class representative, it seems I need to pay more attention to the teacher.
Lucien: [teasingly] Your face seems to have been flushed since I raised my hand to answer the question. Are you feeling uncomfortable?
Colliding with his narrowed smiling eyes, I blush and playfully poke his arm.
MC: Lucien!
Lucien: [chuckles] It seems that the teacher has already remembered my name.
Seeing his pretending-to-be-serious expression, I can't help but laugh.
Lucien: Moreover, it seems you set an example for me first.
I raise my puzzled gaze, then collide with his slightly teasing smiling eyes.
Lucien: After all, it was teacher MC who mentioned me first.
Lucien: It appears that I didn't realize I had become part of your order so long ago.
MC: ….!
I belatedly react, embarrassedly wanting to reach out and cover his mouth.
He chuckles softly and catches my hand, squeezing it into his palm.
Hand in hand, we walk through the campus, bathed in the gentle light filtering through the trees, softly resting upon us.
Occasionally, students pass by us, heading in the same direction.
The moment I curiously glance in that direction, he already grasps my hand, leading me towards it knowingly.
Ten minutes later, standing at the entrance of the convenience store, we look at the taro ice cream in each other's hands and laugh together.
Despite the slight chill in the air, I eagerly take a big bite, instantly filled with the soft, sweet flavor of taro.
MC: No wonder it can become an unspoken understanding among everyone, it's just too delicious!
Lucien also takes a bite of the ice cream, his eyes widening slightly.
Lucien: [gasps in a pleasant surprise] It's a bit cold... but indeed the taste exceeds imagination.
MC: But it seems quite popular on campus. You've never tried it before?
He shakes his head, then as if something catches his eye, he lifts his hand and gently rests it on the top of my head.
Lucien: Although there are indeed many beauties in this world that I have yet to discover…
Lucien: They always seem to be miraculously brought to me by you.
He opens his palm towards me, revealing a pale pink petal lying inside, probably the one he just picked from the top of my head.
I raise my head, and several peach blossoms hanging from the branches come into view.
Realizing that the scenes shared by the students seem to be coincidentally unfolding before us, I look at Lucien with some excitement.
MC: How about we go to the library again and see that old man who loves to do Sudoku?
Unfortunately, the one sitting at the librarian's desk in the reading room is a young girl.
MC: Looks like the old man isn't on duty today…
Sensing my gaze, the girl looks back at me with a puzzled expression.
I instinctively turn to the side, then immediately hear a muffled chuckle from above.
Lucien: [chuckles] Are you forgetting that you* have always had the right to come and go here?
MC: Right…
[T/N: Actually, Lucien teasingly refers to MC as 教师家属 (teacher’s family member) in that sentence. Anyway since he’s a teacher here, and she’s his ‘family member’ she has the right to just come to the library at any time. They can find him at another time together^^]
The familiar reading room, the season of peach blossoms blooming, and the person beside me with a smile, everything seems to be no different from two years ago.
[Reference to Impression Date!]
But unlike back then, the once quiet and empty reading room is now filled with students quietly reading. I can't help but lower my voice.
MC: I don't think I asked you last time, where do you like to sit when you read?
His indifferent gaze falls lightly on the sun-drenched tables and chairs without much emotion.
Lucien: I prefer to borrow books from the third-floor lending room and read them at home rather than here.
MC: Oh? I always thought you wouldn't be picky about reading environments.
Lucien: For me, the environment indeed has little impact on the reading experience.
Lucien: However, at home, there's always a little lady who will snuggle up next to me and read together.
He pauses for a moment, looking at me earnestly.
Lucien: It's hard not to develop a sense of dependence on the comforting environment you create.
✂———————–
—[Part 4]—
MC: Wow, it's "Essays in Love"!
Just as I stepped into the lending room, I paused in front of a somewhat familiar novel.
Lucien: Mm, compared to the story in the book, I'm more impressed by MC's "kidnapping”*.
[T/N: reference to Devotion Date where MC 'kidnaps' Lucien]
He holds my hand and leads me with a smile, I haven't even taken a few steps yet when another book catches my eye.
MC: "YOUR ATOMIC SELF"? You just read it recently during the check-in event!
Lucien: Yes, I returned it after finishing. If you want to read it, there's a new copy in the study that I just bought.
We walk hand in hand through the empty shelves, and every few steps, we come across familiar traces.
MC: Hehe, this book is one we read together.
Lucien: However, after flipping through a few pages, it seems like a girl fell asleep in my arms.
MC: [sweating] Haha, it's the kind of thing you can forget about.
Lucien: [teasingly] Oh? Looks like MC isn't too curious about what happens after she falls asleep.
His lips curled a bit, as if recalling something amusing.
MC: What is it?
Lucien: Actually... [chuckles] about half an hour after you fell asleep, I fell asleep too.
MC: Pfft! If even you fell asleep, then it must be the fault of the book.
Lucien: Though it's a bit impolite to say, the author's writing does lack logical coherence.
Seeing his slightly furrowed brow and troubled expression, I suddenly felt the urge to tease him, so I struggled to suppress a smile.
MC: But I think it's impressive in its own way.
Lucien: Hm?
MC: It can be used for hypnosis~ Next time if I find you refusing to sleep, I'll just read it aloud beside you, and you'll drift off in no time.
Seemingly taking it seriously, he even pondered for a moment before speaking.
Lucien: [chuckles] But the feasibility of this method is not very high.
MC: Why?
Lucien: After all, it seems like you'd get sleepy before managing to lull me to sleep.
Seeing him speak earnestly, but his eyes already betraying laughter, I can't help but laugh along with him.
The clock hanging on the wall quietly completes a full circle as we step into the innermost section of the document area.
Scholarly journals written in various languages are neatly arranged on the bookshelves, bringing together a vast ocean of wisdom.
Suddenly, I remembered something and looked at him with a hint of anticipation.
MC: I remember you recently published a paper in a core journal. Can we find it here too?
Lucien: Nowadays, many publications are distributed in electronic formats. I'm not sure if the library would have hard copies.
His gaze wanders through the dizzying array of titles for a long time, seemingly without finding anything.
So he walks over to the search computer, typing the journal's name on the keyboard, and after hitting the enter key, he squints a little at the screen.
Lucien: [chuckles] Found it.
MC: Huh? They have even the newest ones. Can I find the article you published earlier too?
Five minutes later, I find myself dazedly staring at the thick journals in my arms.
MC: Even though I know about every paper you've published, seeing them all together still makes me want to marvel at your brain…
MC: Can I absorb some of your wisdom by reading these articles?
Lucien: I don't think so.
With a lingering inflection, he leans down slightly and pecks my lips.
Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers] But maybe this way you can.
His earnest demeanor makes it impossible for me to suppress a smile.
MC: Hehe, with Professor Lucien sharing his wisdom with me, I'll definitely be able to read research papers with ease in the future!
As I speak, I flip through the pages and quickly find Lucien's article among them.
Unfamiliar foreign languages and complex technical terms occasionally trip me up as I read, but it doesn't stop me from carefully perusing the text bit by bit.
In his concise and clear theories, it feels like I can see every dull piece of data he recorded and every sleepless night he endured.
And there's also that curiosity that never extinguished, even after countless failed attempts.
Merely watching him moving forward fills me with immense pride.
Unconsciously, I reach the end of the paper, and suddenly, I feel as though I see my name flash before my eyes.
I calm myself and carefully read through the last section once again.
The next moment, as my gaze flicks over the acknowledgments section, I feel my heart skip a beat.
There, my own name actually appears-
And finally, I would like to thank my dear (y/n)-
--whose love and support has always been the driving force pushing me forward.
I stare at him in disbelief, but he just looks at me and smiles.
Having a faint idea of what's going on, I proceed to flip through several other journals.
Without exception, there's a line of acknowledgment dedicated to me after each of his articles.
An indescribable surge of emotions overwhelms me, leaving me momentarily speechless, but he instantly pulls me into his arms with a chuckle.
Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers] What to do.
Lucien: Seeing my little lady so surprised, it seems I can't easily showcase my research results in the future.
His pretended distress amuses me, and I lightly pat him on the shoulder.
MC: You know very well that I'm very happy.
He pulls me into his hug, his chin rubbing against the top of my head.
Lucien: [whispers softly] Um, of course I do.
Lucien: [x2] It's just that seeing you happy because of me, I can't help but feel happy too.
MC: You never mentioned it before.
He looks into my eyes as if trying to see into my heart.
Lucien: [x3] Just like eating and sleeping every day, I don't seem to feel that this is something necessary to mention specifically.
Lucien: [x4] Just as you appear in every corner of my life…
Lucien: [x5] I naturally think of you in the moment of completing an article, and naturally want to express thank you to you.
Lucien: [x6] This natural feeling…
Lucien: [x7]...is like when spring arrives, flowers will naturally bloom.
My heart feels like it's being gently tickled by his whispers, making me unable to resist any longer, so I stand on tiptoe and kiss him.
The next moment, he gently lifts me up, quietly closing the distance between us.
The gauze curtains sway, casting a touch of charm onto the light and shadow falling upon us.
Perhaps it's an illusion, but after he removes his glasses, those eyes that have always been looking at me seem even deeper.
I stare at his handsome features in a trance, unaware of the sudden strength supporting my lower back.
With my soft exclamation, the already close distance becomes even more intimate, not leaving any gap.
His lowered lashes tremble lightly, brushing against my cheeks like butterfly wings.
I have to close my eyes so that my heart doesn't beat too chaotically.
His hot breath lingers on the corner of my lips for a while before finally enveloping it eagerly.
The pleasant breath gradually penetrates my lips and mouth, and then spreads all over my body, making me completely surrender myself to him.
In my hazy consciousness, I faintly hear the sound of flowers blooming.
My next spring with him- really seems to have arrived.
#he's the ceiling for saphiosexuality fr#to think that he's been doing it FOR YEARS without mentioning anything abt it????#it being something so natural as sleeping and eating :“”#mlqc lucien#mr love queen's choice#mlqc cn#mlqc spoiler#mlqc#mlqc translation#mr. love queen's choice#mr love lucien#mlqc xu mo#mlqc spoilers
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One Life After Another, Forevermore | Bakugo Katsuki x Reader
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five (final)
Note ~ Happy holidays, Lovelies! I'm sorry that it has taken a few days for me to post the final part, I've been busy with work and adulting, haha! Anyway, I hope that you all are excited for this finale to this fic and love it as much as I do! It will be the shortest part yet at barely 900 words but in my opinion it came out so adorable, though I am biased, haha! Well, enough with my rambling, enjoy the read My Wonderful Lovelies! <3
Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Reader, Reincarnation, Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Emotional, Temporary Character Deaths, Depictions of Injuries, Potentially Triggering Content, No Use of Y/N, Hurts So Good (let me know if I should tag anything else <3)
You were nervously playing with the end of your long dark braided hair as you walked up to the door of the classroom. You still couldn’t believe that you had gotten into U.A., let alone the Hero Course. You smoothed over your uniform then slid the door to Class 1-A open.
Your eyes swept over the few students already in the classroom then you looked up at the board for the seating chart. When you looked back to the sea of desks and located where yours was, you saw a tall blue-haired boy sternly lecturing an ash-blonde boy sitting at the desk behind yours.
You quietly made your way over to your desk and slid into the seat, making the blue-haired boy halt his lecture towards the blonde behind you. You turned in your seat to face them and gave them a shy smile when you saw that both were staring at you.
The blue-haired boy was staring at you in what seemed to be recognition but you weren’t quite sure since you had no idea who he was. But the ash-blonde boy was glaring at you intently and you couldn’t figure out what you had done wrong.
“Hi, I’m..” You introduced yourself shyly, your violet eyes darting between the two nervously.
The blue-haired boy gave an.. enthusiastic.. greeting while the blonde just made some sort of dismissive noise and turned his head to look out the window. You felt a pang of something hit you in the chest briefly before turning around to face the front of the classroom again.
After the teacher had come in and introduced himself, he had your class change into P.E. uniforms and then meet out on a baseball field. You listened as he explained what you would be doing and what the purpose of the test was before he called up a student to demonstrate one of the exercises.
“Bakugo..” Was all you heard your teacher say before your ears tuned out the rest.
You watched the crimson-eyed ash-blonde walk up to the teacher and grab the ball before moving to the pitching mound. It was like everything happened in slow motion as you watched Bakugo wind up his arm and throw the ball.
Not even the explosion from the boy’s hand could pull you out of the daze that you had apparently gone into. Your eyes met his as he walked back to stand with the rest of your classmates and you found something so familiar within all of the crimson.
You went through the series of Quirk tests completely absent from reality. It’s like you were on autopilot and out of your body until you heard Aizawa Sensei’s words dismissing your class. The other girls from your class had picked up on your strange behavior and tried to make sure that you were feeling okay. They wore worried looks on their faces as you all changed in the locker room and made your way back to the classroom.
By the end of the day, you had still felt like you weren’t back in your body. Or rather, you felt like something was missing, maybe? You couldn’t pinpoint what was going on, you just knew that you had felt off.
As you walked towards the school gates to leave, you spotted a familiar head of ash-blonde hair. You moved faster to catch up to him, unsure of why your brain thought that he would have any answers as to what was wrong with you.
“Bakugo, hey, wait a sec-” You called out as you reached for his hand.
As soon as your skin made contact with his it was like a movie started playing on fast-forward in front of your eyes, right in your mind. Flashes of different worlds, and different realities, different settings filled your vision and made you feel unsteady on your feet. Along with the flashes came feelings; unthinkable heartbreak, overwhelming joy, unimaginable physical and emotional pain, peace.
Finally, your vision cleared and you felt tears dripping down your face. You looked up at Bakugo and saw his wide shiny eyes and almost unreadable face. You felt his warm hand gripping yours almost too tightly.
Suddenly, Katsuki’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and you automatically reciprocated the action.
“My Love.” You murmured into his shoulder.
“My Violet.” His raspy voice whispered into the crook of your neck.
…
…
…
Every lifetime after that one began like that; forgetting your past lives, finding each other, remembering, then living out your lives until you died of old age.
You always passed away peacefully and always in each others’ arms.
And every time, the Goddess of Fate smiled with pride for the both of you.
You and him would never know it but the Goddess of Fate had never laughed at your shortcomings, had never found joy in taking you away from each other so early within your past lives.
The Goddess of Fate had just done what she does best; tied your souls to each other, put you through as many trials as you needed to prove your compatibility, then gave you both the peace you deserved.
You and him were never star-crossed lovers tied together as a joke, you were always meant to be true soulmates.
You and he were always meant to be Eternal Lovers...
One life after another, forevermore.
Author's Note ~ And we have reached the end of this fic *wipes tears* I loved writing this fic so much. The amount of emotion that I poured into this fic is something that I have trouble with doing again now. It was a special kind of inspiration that I had felt when writing this fic and I crave to have it back to be honest.
Even though they won't compare to how this fic turned out, let me know if I should post my other fics here! I would love to get some tips or comments about what I could do better! I don't want to be a one hit wonder, you know? I want to share my works and have them be good enough for people to really enjoy. So, please let me know what you think!
I love and appreciate every single one of you, Lovelies! <3
Tag List ~ @damnirina @queenpiranhadon
#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki x you#bakugou katsuki x y/n#bakugou x reader#bakugo brain rot#bakugo katuski#bnha bakugou#mha bakugo katsuki#mha bakugou#bnha#mha#One Life After Another Forevermore#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki x fem!reader#fem!reader#soulmates#reincarnation
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Jealousy
Rogues Headcanons
request: rogues who are jealous of their crush with another partner.
i'm so sorry anon this post got messed up by tumblr so i had to delete it and i've only now found time to rewrite it ;-; 💜
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: threats, posessive/obsessive behaviour, violence, yandere bullshit i guess
penguin
oswald cobblepot isn't the type to wait around for someone
someone who obviously doesn't see a good thing when it's standing in front of them
sure he'll pine for a bit
but anyone who doesn't have the sense to know he's the better choice in any situation is too dumb to be with him
however, for the right person (that person being you...)
he might be known to spend nights in his office, avoiding going home to his empty apartment
because it bothers him that you're not there, sitting beside him
curling up to him in bed, waking up to him in the mornings
all the little things that he's missing out on, that someone else now has
it's enough to drive a respectable businessman to some rather cruel efforts to get what he wants
poison ivy
pam likes to think of herself as "above it all"
she's just green, the hue has nothing to do with jealousy
but the sudden, unprompted, and rather intense development of a mini jungle outside of your apartment?
that has everything to do with jealousy
they can bring you a bouequet of flowers, sure, the decapitated heads of something that was once living trussed up in bows
but only she can build you a botanical garden wherever you please
something that keeps living and growing
just like her intense infatuation with you
and the dead weight your carrying around with you will definitely become handy
since they can be mixed into compost for her gardens
victor zsasz
how dramatic can he get? seems like the answer is "very"
new tallymark system: one scratch for every day he's not with you
although, if he really sat down to think about it
his talents could definitey see him go far here, e.g. his skill in the art of disposal
nothing extravagant or showy, no, this has to be secretive, stealthy, surprising
one quick shot to their forehead from a distance
or a pretend mugging, an oddly precise slash to the neck doing the trick
which method of ridding you of this new love of your life would cause you the least amount of psychological damage?
because he's not keen on the idea of waiting around for you much longer
so you have to get over this current obstacle pretty quickly once they've been dealt with
mr freeze
it's likely been a while since he last latched onto someone emotionally
so there's already a deep connection between you, even if it's one sided, and it's difficult for him to look past it
even knowing that you're with someone else
the thoguht of someone trying to take nora from him when she was there infuriates him
and yet here he is, considering doing the exact same thing
it's different though, because he deserves someone nice to love
he's owed someone to care for and to dote after, and to return the favour to him
he'd definitely opt for a romantic gesture to win you over
something magical, like freezing your idiot partner and scooping you up in his arms
and carrying you off to his lair to keep you isolated for decades in near mint condition
riddler
his proclivity for solving puzzles and knowing the answer to everything has kept him awake every night
why are you with someone else and not with him?
why would you ever choose someone else over him?
absolutely bizarre behaviour BUT you just need someone to show you the error of your ways
someone to teach you, to educate you, so you can make better choices in the future
and of course, he's willing to use force if need be
some of his best lectures have been given with a captive audience
sometimes it really is the only way to get people like you to listen
and perhaps, at the end, he'll offer up a little pop quiz, the kind where if you fail it, your head goes pop
how smart is that new partner of yours anyway, hm?
two face
everything comes down to a choice
you just happened to make the wrong one
now harvey might be willing to respect your choices
he's a reasonable man after all
but two face is not taking this absolutely shocking disregard of his feelings well
it's not even up for the coin to decide
it's rampage time
and no one is safe from his intense violence and rage until he has you in his arms
and if that doesn't work, he can always rely on harvey and his brains
that lawyer talk should come in handy when he's arguing his case for choosing him
harley quinn
ok first of all, rude
she's willing to forget about her true love, mr j, and give you a chance
and you're going to pick someone else
hey! it's not her fault she never got around to asking you out
you should have asked her out! you do the hard work, bub!
anyway, her jealous streak is based in a defense mechanism
you are 100% going to be her worst enemy
it's part of distancing herself from you
and a way to avoid any blame on herself for not being quick enough to snap you up
god forbid she's to blame for her own misfortune
mad hatter
jervis is entirely respectful of your choices
it's not your fault that you didn't see him, or notice his affections
and it's not really his fault that he wasn't brave enough to say anything before it was too late
it's just that the universe has decided that you don't quite get your happy ever after yet
every fairytale story requires a bit of drama
a plot twist, to make the sweet, perfect ending more satisfying
he has absolutely no doubt that you'll find your way to him
without the need for any dubious tea or fashionable hats that might alter your beahviour
and then it'll all be the way it should be, you with him
in wonderland together forever
scarecrow
that's fine.
no really, make your own choices, make the wrong choices
the fear of losing you is fascinating and he's fine to hold onto that
but he will be getting revenge, just for the fun of it
see how well your new flame protects you when you wake up from one of jonathan's nightmares
especially when those nightmares feature your new partner
tormenting you, haunting you, terrifying you
oh, wouldn't you like to find safety in jonathan's arms?
well, perhaps he might find the kindness in him to allow that
but you'll have to beg, and suffer sufficiently, first
bane
ok so let's face it no one is arguing with bane or fighting him for your affections
but he's just such a big soft lug
if he saw you, knowing you were happy
even if that meant you were happier with someone other than him
he absolutely would do nothing to disrupt that
his jealousy would be well contained, never cruel or mean-spirited
he just knows that he would love the opportunity to show you what you're missing
the minute he suspects you're unhappy though, he is back on his simping bullshit with you, not brave enough to just ask you out
and you better hope he never gets the idea that your partner is being anything less than wonderful to you
or he'll crush them with one hand
#reblog#finnie writes#riddler#edward nygma#batman rogues#rogues gallery#scarecrow#jonathan crane#oswald cobblepot#the penguin#harvey dent#two face#rogues#harley quinn#harleen quinzel#poison ivy#pamela isley#bane#eduardo sanchez#victor zsasz#mr freeze#victor fries
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An Angel for Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 6]
DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune
PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]
MASTERPOST
SUMMARY: Both Noah and Jules get confronted with the consequences of Jules' interference and to make matters worse Noah believes that Nick doesn't believe him at all.
WARNINGS: themes of trauma and emotional distress, talks about bad mental health, talks about death, ...
A/N: Hello! ♡ I'm really sorry it's taking me so long to update atm. I'm struggling with a really bad writer's block. I hope you all are doing well... I actually don't know what else to say this time except: Thank you for the overwhelming responses to this series! It means a lot to me! So now, have fun while reading the next part! ♡
TAGLIST: @trvshdxddy @blackveilomens @crimson-calligraphyx @measuredingold @cncohshit @signs-of-ill-portent @hi-fancy-seeing-you-here @ada-clarence
If you wanna be added to the taglist of this story, please DM me or let me know in the comments!
Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.
When Noah woke up the next day his head was pounding. He regretted every bit of alcohol he had consumed last night. But right as he was about to let out a frustrated groan, his memories from his way to the hotel came back.
He had almost been hit by a car because he was too dumb to watch where he was going. There was this girl that had thrown herself onto him. She had cried while she asked him if he was okay. He still felt the pain, from hitting the concrete, in his back.
He remembered how he couldn't stop himself from getting lost in her eyes, even though he felt guilty for doing so, since she was crying. The comfort he felt when she touched him, still lingered on him. Her image occupied his thoughts, even now when he was awake again, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was a deeper connection between them. He felt stupid thinking about how this encounter felt almost supernatural.
He didn't have the time to think about it any longer, because his phone started to ring again. Jules didn't even move a finger while standing at the corner of his room. She didn't move at all since Noah stumbled into the room. She couldn't believe what she had done. She shouldn't have done that.
She just stared at Noah as he moved into the small bathroom to shower. She felt like she couldn't move, her thoughts holding her back. If he would slip in the shower now, she would accept that he might break his neck but she just couldn't move. She had destroyed everything. She was sure that at any moment she would be snapped out of her skin and would have to listen to a lecture about how stupid she was for showing herself.
She let herself think about what might have happened if she didn't reach him in time on that street. He would have ended just like she did. He would have died in the cold with the downside of not having anybody around who could help him like she did. The tour would have ended before even starting. His friends would have lost such a beautiful soul. She felt how she started to shake, her trauma washing over her. When she was still living, she thought her death would take all her sorrows, but now she found herself in a whirlwind of emotions that she could not control.
She felt how she teared up again. As much as she wanted to swallow her tears, she couldn't fight it. So she stood there, as still as she could, shaking and crying from her emotions.
As the days went by, everything started to become grey to Noah. While he loved being on tour, he had this weight on his shoulders of not knowing how to go on from this. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Every little time he had was used to go through the past events over and over. He knew he needed to see Jules again. It was all he could think about.
It didn't go unnoticed by Jules that Noah was even deeper in his thoughts than he already had been. She knew it was her fault. She was sure it was the fact that she had disappeared into thin air after helping him to his feet. She was to blame for him loosing his sanity. She was to blame for him not performing as good as he wanted to. She was to blame for him being mad at himself for not doing great. She was to blame for everything that went wrong in Noah's life at the moment and she wanted nothing more but to change that.
"Are you alright, Noah?" Jolly asked his friend after their concert as they walked backstage. Noah just shrugged it off. "Yeah, just can't concentrate that well at the moment."
Jules observed the scene. She noticed how Jolly raised his right eyebrow for a second but when he sensed that Noah really didn't want to talk about it, he gave him a quick side hug. "You did good tonight. Don't worry." And with that he left.
In fact, Noah did worry. About everything. Every waking second was spent with worrying. He felt like her face was burned into his brain. He needed to see her again so bad, he began searching her face in every crowd they saw. He knew it was dumb, but it was his last hope. How else should he cope with his loss? He knew there was little to no chance he would ever see her again but this way he could at least talk himself into it for a few seconds longer.
It felt like the next few hours went by in slow motion for him, and when he was finally in his bunk on the tour bus, he couldn't help but take a sigh of relief. He just wanted to sleep, since this had been the only way to escape his thoughts of Jules for the last few days.
When he opened his eyes again, he almost fell off the chair he was seated at. Hectically he looked around himself. He was sitting in a café. It looked like a typical coffee shop in the Upper West Side of New York. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee beans wafted through the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. When he watched closer, he noticed how a lot of the people around him looked like university attendees. He felt like he was living in an episode of Gossip Girl (ignoring the fact he definitely wasn't on the Upper East Side) with the people's clothes around him looking like they had a lot of money.
His eyes stopped at a table in the corner. Around the girl, whose back was turned to him, were a lot of plants. If he had to choose a place where he could sit, it would have been there. He instantly recognized her. It was Jules. Right when he noticed that it felt like he could read her like an open book.
He knew this must have been a place she frequently visited, considering the fact that he could see the signs of Juilliard school from the other side of the window.
Than he noticed a person sitting with her at the table. She was rather short and had longer red and brown hair. He felt how much Jules trusted her. Her friend, who gave of vibrant and ever-enthusiastic vibes, had her own coffee cup cradled in her hands.
"So, spill the beans, Jules," Jules' friend said with a mischievous grin. "I saw you talking to that cute guy from our music theory class yesterday."
Noah felt how Jules was run over by a flush of embarrassment that crept up her cheeks, her heart racing at the mention of the boy. It made Noah feel weird when he was being honest. "Oh, him," she replied, attempting to sound nonchalant. "We were just discussing the upcoming composition assignment."
Her friend raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Come on, Jules. I've known you for too long. I can tell when you've got a crush."
Jules chuckled, unable to deny her friend's perceptive nature. "Okay, fine. Maybe I do find him interesting."
While her friend grinned wider, Noah's face twitched in frustration. He didn't even know why. He had no idea what the hell was going on.
When her friend started leaning in conspiratorially, Noah almost became mad. "Interesting? That's quite the understatement. You practically light up when he's around."
Jules sighed, unable to hide her affectionate smile. "He's just so talented, Meghan. And he's got this passion for music that's incredibly inspiring."
Her friend nudged her playfully. "And he's cute, right?"
Jules blushed again, her laughter tinkling like a melody in Noah's ears while the topic of conversation almost hurt him like a blade in the chest. "Yeah, he's cute. But it's more than that. He's… genuine. When he talks about music, it's like he's pouring his soul into every note."
He noticed how he furrowed his eyebrows. HE did that too. He wished someone would have talked about him like that.
Her friend, Meghan, reached across the table and squeezed Jules' hand. "I'm happy for you, Jules. You deserve someone who appreciates your passion for music just as much."
As Noah looked down at the table in front of him, his view became blurry again. The last thing he thought was, how he would loved to know Jules, but he just didn't know how to get to know her. If she even was real and his mind didn't just play a cruel joke on him.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt empty.
"Fuck." He whispered into the nothingness, hoping he hadn't disturbed his friends sleep. He quietly climbed out of his bed and went through the door to the front part of the bus. They would drive in the morning, so he had the chance to slip into a jacket and shoes to leave the bus and get some fresh air in his system. Jules quietly followed him.
She was still shaking but over the last few hours, she couldn't cry anymore. She felt empty. When she saw Ruffilo standing outside with a cigarette in his hand, she stayed back, but still lingered close enough to hear their conversation.
"Why are you still up?" Nick asked his best friend who leaned against the bus, shrugging his shoulders. "Could ask you the same thing." - "Fair."
It went quiet for a while, both of them seemingly deep in thoughts. Noah fought with himself. He literally felt like loosing his mind.
"I think I need to tell you something." Noah than breathed out and sparked Nick's interest. The latter put out his cigarette and turned his full attention to his best friend.
"I think I almost died last night." It bursted out of Noah and now it felt like he couldn't stop himself. He had to tell Nick everything.
"What?" - "I almost got run over by a car last night." Noah confessed and Nick's eyes widened as much as Jules'. Both of them couldn't believe what he just said but both for different reasons.
"Why didn't you tell me? Are you okay? What happened?" The questions bubbled out of Nick, while Jules stepped closer to them. She felt how she got angry. She already fucked up. Why did Noah have the need to tell the world about it? He might as well put a stamp of "worst guardian angel on earth" on her forehead.
"I'm fine. Someone saved me." Noah answered and his hands began to sweat. He didn't even know what exactly he was going to tell Nick, but he needed to get it out. "There was a girl. She came out of nowhere, really."
Nick nodded, gesturing him to continue talking. "She had really beautiful eyes. You won't believe me, she almost felt unreal."
"Did you catch her name? What did she look like?" Nick wanted to know, not really getting why Noah spoke of her as if he had just met the love of his life.
"Jules. I think that is her name." He than breathed out, causing Jules to flinch next to him. How the hell did he know her name? There were so many questions in her head.
"What do you mean, 'you think'? Are you sure you aren't imagining this accident? You were so wasted last night." - "I thought the same thing, but I still feel this pain on my lower back where my body hit the concrete. Also it felt so real. I saw her. I saw her face. It was like - I had seen her somewhere before..." Noah decided against telling him that he was sure the girl from his dreams had saved him, while Jules next to him internally begged for this conversation to be over.
Nick nodded but it was noticeable to everyone but Noah that he had doubts about Noah's story. It was also not noticeable to Noah that he had been the cause of Nick still being awake. His friend was worried about him and hearing him talk about a random girl like he had seen god himself, made it even worse.
"Noah?" - "Hmm." - "Please take care of yourself."
With that his friend stepped to the door of the bus and with a last "good night" he left Noah alone. Noah felt numb. He had noticed that Nick didn't believe him or at least thought something was wrong with him and it frustrated him. He decided that after the tour he should make another appointment with his therapist, because he was really afraid of suffering from psychosis.
Jules felt how uneasy Noah was. Even if she still was angry about being confronted with her mistakes, there was something else that crept up her skin again. Regret. Regret that she had shown herself unwillingly. Regret that she had touched him. Regret that she had apparently turned his life upside down by her interference.
But even though she hated seeing him like that, she also felt how her skin tingled when she thought about how she had swept him off his feet with just one look.
Either way, she knew she had to make a move. She needed to help him out of his misery as soon as possible.
PART SEVEN
#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens fanfic#noah sebastian x reader#bad omens fic#noah sebastian fic#noah sebastian fanfiction#noah sebastian fanfic#bad omens rpf#collapsedglasshouseswrites
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Randy and Benson short stories: Part 1
(From the New Eyes universe/series)
"Hey baby, I found your favorite movie on the te-"
Benson was lounging on the couch, legs hanging over because he was too tall to fit comfortably, the remote resting on his chest and a cigarette between his fingers.
Randy had just walked in, slightly damp from the drizzle, and with grocery bags in both hands. His face was pale, and he stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, looking mortified.
"Randy, what happened?"
Expecting the worst, no matter how much time had passed since the murders, was a habit they would never shake. They weren't normal people with normal lives, and they never would be. Thousands of scenarios raced through Benson's mind before he heard him speak.
"I ran into the building manager just now."
"Okay... and what did he want?"
When Randy was in that state, speaking to him slowly and patiently was the best way to quickly get information out of him. Benson's eyes locked onto his.
"He wants us to stop with the noise." Benson relaxed his shoulders and sighed.
"That lady from apartment B is going to hear me, I can barely blast my music, and if I do, it's at a reasonable hour." Randy closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"No, he wasn't referring to that kind of noise."
"And what the hell...?"
It took Benson a short while, between his boyfriend's flushed cheeks and his vivid imagination, to understand that the manager was telling Randy that the entire hallway could hear them having sex.
"The laughter that began to bubble up from his stomach was prolonged and loud. He nearly fell off the couch trying to contain it. Meanwhile, Randy hid behind his hands and shook his head.
"I can't believe you find this funny; you weren't there."
With a leap, Benson stood up, put out the cigarette in the ashtray and walked over to where Randy was. He moved his hands out of the way and held him by the hips.
Am I... loud?'
Oh god. How could he not know?
"Baby, when you're in the moment and let yourself go, you can get pretty noisy."
Randy opened his mouth in an 'O' shape and lightly punched Benson's chest.
"These are things you have to tell me, Benson. We live close to other people. Damn paper-thin walls."
Then he sighed again and gave up, resting his head on Benson's shoulder.
"It was embarrassing; you should have seen his face when he said it."
"I would have loved to be there while that idiot said it. Do you plan on listening to him?"
"What? Of course, I want to avoid another lecture."
"A shame,' he said, in a low voice. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it until Randy looked up at him. 'Because I love hearing you scream my name and the sweet moans that come from you when I'm inside you."
Benson could feel Randy's skin prickling against his own, and his pupils dilating.
"You're trying to get me into trouble."
Benson smiled, looking at his lips.
"You want those troubles."
"I can be quiet, I know I can. I've been my whole life."
"No, honey, you're confusing yourself with a Randy who no longer exists. Now you're the guy who jumps into my lap and begs me for more."
Facing that obscene response, completely typical of his boyfriend, Randy tilted his head and distanced himself, escaping from his arms before giving in to his charms.
"I have things to do," he stated, with a frustrated expression.
"If you're going to the bathroom, let me tell you that it's connected to the Smiths' kitchen, so watch yourself."
"I'm not going to... you're an idiot."
"An idiot who turns you on."
"You're still an idiot."
Sometimes I write scenes that I don't know where to include or the inspiration simply ends there so I decided to take them out of my drafts and put them to use.
I don't know if anyone will be interested, but oh well.
Benson looks different because you have to remember that they both changed their looks. And he got the "dumb haircut"
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The funniest part about the Russell Brand thing is anyone pretending he's famous
i mean. i get it, and i agree that over the past decade or so his (mainstream) relevancy has declined, but the alleged assaults took place at a time when he was super famous.
he was on radio 2 at a time when it was (and maybe still is?) the most listened-to radio station in all of europe. it's the bbc's flagship station. he's been on almost every comedy panel shows you can think of - have i got news for you, big fat quiz of the year, never mind the buzzcocks... again, these are flagship shows in the uk that are still running and are still popular! big brother is less popular now (i honestly had to google it to see if it was still on) but i cannot over-emphasise just how Obsessed the public was with it while russell brand was presenting big brother's big mouth.
he's been in films like despicable me, rock of ages, and forgetting sarah marshall. i know that aside from despicable me these films perhaps aren't iconic or even memorable now, but at the time they were big movies with big names attached. rock of ages starred tom cruise, and forgetting sarah marshall was a jason segel rom com, so these are Big celebrities (incidentally that film also featured mila kunis and jonah hill so, in hindsight that is a Cursed cast). and it shows how he's internationally famous too. he wasn't just some small uk-only comedian.
this is anecdotal so perhaps not a representative example, but when i was at university we had a mandatory politics unit in my first year where we were given a very basic outline of leading political ideologies (like a socialism 101, liberalism 101, conservatism 101 kind of thing). in that, we had one lecture on anarchism and half of it was taken up by russell brand. he was the set reading that week (i think from his book revolution? idk i didn't do the reading lol). so he even entered the corridors of academia! (this was 2015-2016 for those curious)
i'm not saying this to be pedantic or annoying and like... no hate to anon for sending this ask at all! i just think that it's important for us to recognise how famous he was because his fame is what enabled these alleged assaults to happen. part of the reason no one did anything and he hasn't been found out sooner is because he was untouchable. he was so famous. and his fame was a necessary part of what he did.
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Not related to Animorphs, but as a psychologist, what are your thoughts on free will?
Don't worry, I'll make it about Animorphs!
Okay, so, there's this philosophical principle of free will that says there's a certain aspect of each individual human that's literally uncontrollable. Humans are too complex, too stubborn, and we will do our own thing. No drugs or sex or secret Satanic messages in rock 'n' roll can stop us from having opinions or believing things or pushing buttons marked "DO NOT PUSH". Having researched humans, having taught humans, having graded human-written essays about humans, I'm inclined to believe in that thing. We can't always detect the sources of our decisions, but by gum we'll make decisions anyway. Humans have the right to convince themselves the Earth is flat, and hundreds of them exercise that right every year.
But what about brainwashing and mind control?
So the term "brainwash" originates from the American POWs in North Korea who spoke out in favor of communism. You look into those cases in more detail, and (contrary to what Martin Seligman and Donald Rumsfeld would like to believe) the primary method the Koreans used was offering the Americans candy and cigarettes, then asking them nicely to listen to lectures on Marx. That persuaded some people; the ones who weren't persuaded were told "record this video about your love for communism or we'll shoot you".
Later brainwashing research has found that cults use a combination of sleep deprivation, cognitive dissonance, financial abuse, blackmail, threats of losing all one's loved ones, and offers of perks in order to keep people. It's not so much that people believe believe Lore David Altman will save the world; it's that they've already given up everything toward the belief he might save the world and they can't possibly back down now or they'll lose all. Coercion and indoctrination are very scary and very real. Annihilating someone's personality and installing a new one, Winter Soldier style? Pure sci fi.
So then, where does that leave the controllers?
Cassie argues in #28 that
No one, nothing can eliminate free will. Don't be ridiculous. Even with a yeerk in your head, you have free will. Not the will to do, but the will to think, to believe, to hope or love or whatever.
I'm like 99% inclined to agree with her. Again, if we're talking about reality, then I do agree. Oscar Wilde says he's free while chained to a treadmill. Victor Frankl says he's free while in a Nazi death camp. Jean-Dominique Bauby says he's free while unable to move any part of his body but his eyelids. Martin Pistorius says he's free while discussed as an object by people in the same room as him. I believe them. They would know.
But. If a yeerk can hear all of your thoughts and even control what you visualize or remember (#6), if a yeerk can physically harm you for thinking things it doesn't like (#10), if a yeerk can know your most private fantasies and hidden memories (#16), if a yeerk can change your personality by force (Visser)... then are controllers still free? Cassie, you and I might beg to differ. Heck, after both being in Mr. Tidwell's brain (#29) and being forcibly controlled by Aldrea way more than Aftran ever did (#34), Cassie might have a different opinion herself. I dunno.
#animorphs#animorphs meta#philosophy#image descriptions in alt text#free will#freedom#brainwashing#coercion#mind control#controllers#yeerks#sol cares too much about the meatsuits#daaaaanng anon asking the REAL questions ain'tya?#it's too early on a monday for this nonsense#and yet somehow here we are
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I had a wife- part 4
OK, Dopamine hit and I had to do the next chapter. I'm still debating on whether or not to continue but I do like where this is going. It's just a bit difficult to write...so help or feedback is greatly welcomed as always.
Daryl blinked. It could not be true. His head turned to Rick, and he stood stock-still, his jaw agape. His son stood before him, not quite whole, but still there. He hadn't seen Mark since he had gone hunting with Merle, a week before everything had gone to shit. Mark was still Mark, even with the missing leg. Still broad shouldered and very thin, Daryl could see he had missed quite a few meals here and there while on the run. His son was now definitely an adult, not the scrawny boy he remembered, who had been trying to throw knives in the side of the barn when they had left. He still remembered Mark arguing with his ma, being threatened with rock salt up his ass via shotgun if he had tried to sneak over to the neighbor girl’s, and Mark calling them out on their hypocrisy, his loud mouth so much like Merle's.
Diego. Charlie’s biggest boy. Not three years old anymore.
The boy stood tall near his Uncle, dark eyes wide and scared. He hadn't seen Diego in years, since the boy was small enough to hoist up in his arms, not much bigger than his own crossbow. A grandson had lived. Against all the odds, he had his family back. Daryl's focus switched from Mark and Diego, down to the boy who was squeezing the life out of him. His eyes moved to Rick's, still not sure what the hell had happened. It felt like a dream; like it was not real. Fear and disbelief shot through his eyes, as they met Rick's for a brief moment.
"Riker, what- what y'all doin? Where's yer ma?" Daryl turned to Mark, his arms automatically going around Riker, still not quite wanting to let him go. Riker wasn't five anymore, he was mildly surprised the boy had recognized him.
"Negan. Negan took the girls." Daryl's soul left his body with a long exhale. He was not sure what Mark had meant by 'the girls' but it did not sound good. He looked around, and saw that there certainly were no girls in this group. He blinked hard, his eyes moving from the boys to Rick's eyes again.
Daryl knew he had explaining to do. He knew Rick understood completely. He didn't have to explain to Rick, their unusual ability to speak without words came in quite handy at the moment as he felt his eyes unable to leave Rick's. He was drowning.
"Boys, y'all are gonna go get settled. Carol, go with Judy and get them settled at Daryl's." Rick said with a strong, commanding voice while Daryl slowly let go of the youngest Dixon, watching the boys that had been helped from the truck go with Carol, Carol talking with the boys in a soothing voice. Rick would find out everything later, but now time was of the essence.
"This is Rick, he'll help us." Daryl said as he scowled at his son, who was now taller than him. "Tell me. everything. Now." Daryl said as he leaned forward, his broad shoulders tense with anxiety and anger. If the situation had not been so serious, Rick could have seen Daryl as a stern father, lecturing his son.
"It just happened.These guys found us and we were talking, and it just went down so fast." Jesus and Aaron nodded, their eyes dark with regret. Mark slouched against the side of the fortified truck. "They all use one name. Negan."
"Negan?" Rick took a step back, his hand sliding slowly along his beard in thought. He remembered the name, and knew of the run-ins they had with Negan's men on the road. This new Negan was dangerous, possibly more than what the Governor had been. Rick had seen these guys back in his days as sheriff, but this guy was definitely a danger to Alexandria and its inhabitants. Rick listened to Mark tell Daryl about their encounter with Negan. Rick could see Daryl was still in shock, his hands trembling slightly. Rick took control, asking Aaron what happened.
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Hi! I have been desperately wanting a skk figure skating AU and was expecting I’d have to write it myself but then I found out you have one! Please take this as an invitation to ramble about it, I am listening intently and taking detailed notes like this is a college lecture.
OMG HELLO
1st of all you must know that i actually have 2 versions of this au: skk medal count goes more or less the same but there's a diference
The au I have more worked and developed is a figure skater chuuya only, he's the skater, Dazai is his #1 fan and best friend since dippers, he ends becoming a teacher but he quite likes music, so some times he makes the arrangments for Chuuya's programs
That one is a simple one, Chuuya is adopted by Verlaine when he's 4 or 5, Verlaine is France top skaters, but he suffers an injurie during Torino 2006 and had to retire, so he become Chuuya coach
I love figure skating, I follow it all season so I know more or less about how ISU works and I wanted to keep it more or less realistic: under and over scorings, disliking some music, styles and all that
The only thing I'm more or less ignoring about the ISU is that here they're transfrindly weeeeeeeee Chuuya is trans here
Anyway back to the details Chuuya is also inspird by Yuzuru Hanyu, I'm biased and I'm not sorry
He wins a lot, gets a lot of world reconds and, since he's my fave and this is my self indulgent au, 3 consecutive medal titles: 2014, 2018 and 2022
He'll retire around 26 or so, becuse his style is really agresive, like he has a good technique and he takes care of his body, but he's been hiding injuries and trying quads since his junior days
he's such an artistic skater, deep edges, can do figures, so so so flexible and adaptable... he knows ballet, so he's really a pretty clasic 90s like skater, but with a punk side
Well, you've already seen my post about his programs: he chooses the music he wants, not the one the ISU would like to hear
This happens because, when he was still a junior, he made a deal with Verlaine: If i win the gold at junior worlds, I get to choose my music ALWAYS
AND HE WON
oh and kouyou also trains him, she's his choerographer
but like his brother he gets a bad injury during the Olympics, hide it, and it gets worst at words, so he needs surgery and he takes a whole year to heal
anyway after retiring he goes into coaching, and skk get to get marred and have a kid
also he's terrible at intweviews during his whole carrer, he doesn't have a filter
and he's plushie is of course a tinny dog
The other au is: ice dancers skk
because listen, I love ice dance, and I've been in this fandom since 2016 so you know, the moment i sat in front of my TV watching VirtueMoir skating to Moulin rouge I KNEW THAT WAS SOMETHING MEANT FOR SKK
I know dazai is strong, but I choose ice dancing for them instead of pairs becase I still think that, even if he's strong, Dazai is quite lazzy
They're insane in ice dance, they lifts are, so SO SOSOSO ACROBATIC, they're so in sync that it's scary
also win a lot, they retire a little latter becuse ice dancing is """""easier"""" so they stay in top until their 30s and retire
and well, the kid happens here too because it's my other self indulent thing, he borns during the covid seaons, so they only miss a season and half as they recover and adapt, do a few more seasons where a whole horde of uncles and unties take care of the kid while his parents win medals, and when they finally retire, it's in part so they can foccus on the family they're creating
oh and this chuuya (because i can never leave him alone) gets a small plot of having fribromialgia
the diagnosis is actually what makes skk switch from pairs to ice dance, so it won't take such a tool in chuuya's body
inspiration?? VirtueMoir, SuiHan, Smart/Diaz, Sara/Kirill (can you tell I love pair events???) they're so elegant
Like Poirier/Gilles?? I may have not liked them this season, but the last ones??? the elegance in their Vangoh one?? god insane, i want that for skk
they're elegant and risky and bold, as they get older they lean more in the Daisuke/Muramoto style, older figure skaters everyone looks up to and everyone loves
they're glued by the hip, never seen apart
The base of this one would be their kid in the futyre giving an interview about his parents, like a 10 aniversary thing of skk first OLympic medal, and we'll see their storie like a docuentary
(this is fun because one scene is the reporter showing an old video of skk to the kid and the video is an interview that goes like:
Reporter would you like it if your kid become a figure skater?
skk: no, they would like a sport easier and more natural for the body for the kid.
cut back to the kid in the docomentary sayinf that teehee, he did become a figure skater in the end)
and well that's more or less everything
SORRY IF IT¡S TOO MUCH
also my dms are open if you want to talk
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Isles of Blirrosia: Chapter 4
Note: Ehehe. AP classes are starting to AP (ifykyk). I don't really have much of an excuse other than writers block. Here's the part of Chapter 4 I'm happy with though. IDK if the rest of it will be done next Sunday, or the Sunday after :/.
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Saffron could faintly hear the rustling leaves from the trees outside. How peaceful. The wind didn’t usually start blowing on this side until the evening.
She snuggled her head into her pillow. If only she could stay like this forever, or even for just one day. In the background, she could hear the familiar sounds of screeching tires and the city hustle-bustle. She cracked one eye open to look at the window. The sky was getting darker, but she could still see the light of the sun. It should be set in a few hours.
Wait…what?!
She jolted up from her bed and immediately leaned over to her bedside table for her phone, only to discover its absence.
“Oh, no. Where is it, where is it?”
After groggily groping around the bed and floor for an embarrassing amount of time, she found it under her bed (she didn’t even want to think about how it got there) and checked the time.
5:54. 5:54? Already?!
A wave of guilt washed Saffron over from head to toe. There was no point in showing up to the lecture now. She had missed her emotional control class. She always did her best to make that class because she felt bad for Professor Harley; no one showed up to his class on Mondays because most of them had a conflicting class specific to their aptitude—the rest usually didn’t show up. Aura manipulation is a pretty rare aptitude, so there wasn’t a teacher to instruct her. Her parents managed to find a private tutor a couple of years back who had an aptitude that enhanced his knowledge, so he was able to help her. She sees him about once or twice a week now, as opposed to every day like she did while growing up.
This day was like a roller coaster, but at least Saffron could see that the end was soon.
Saffron clambered back onto her bed and opened the news app. She didn’t want to go to the library and work on the project, but at least she could do this to pass the time. She clicked the ‘Hero Society’ tab, and after scrolling through a few headlines, she was starting to wish that she hadn’t.
Sensation Defeats an Amateur Villain at the Rosia Central City Bank!
Ace of Spades Releases his Custom Deck of Cards!
Water Jelly Surprises a Third-Grade Class on a Field Trip!
Saffron Solis Nearly DESTROYS a Mango Nectar Billboard!
Ginger Solis Spotted With Flowers! Has she Finally Rebounded from her Break-up?
Saffron checked the last two authors, and she wasn’t surprised by the names. Amelia Roberts of the Morning Star Chronicles and Larry McCarten of the Rosia Daily Express. Two rival reporters from two of the most successful news companies in all of Blirrosia.
Ms. Roberts was known for her extreme curiosity, but the way she satisfied it was pretty nosy. She seemed to have it out for Saffron, and everyone involved knew why.
When Saffron was in middle school, she caught Amelia staking out in a car outside the school like a weirdo, probably to get some pictures, judging by the size of her camera. Don’t ask her why, but Saffron decided it would be a good idea to listen to Lai when she said to mimic the auras of a handful of her classmates and creepily surround Ms. Roberts’ car. She had been looking down at something on her phone, but Saffron knew the moment she saw the auras from her scream. After that, the prank went horribly. Ms. Roberts had jumped up and hit her head on the roof of her car before passing out. At first, Saffron was worried that it was from the impact, but she later found out it was from the shock. Saffron’s parents had to reimburse her and were surprisingly able to convince her not to sue; Saffron had been suspended for a week for using her powers without permission.
After the altercation, Saffron’s name was perpetually on the news. First, it was about the incident. But after Ms. Roberts returned to her job, she would watch like a hawk for any time Saffron screwed up, then blow it out of proportion. Saffron had no clue how she still had her job, but by now, she’s learned to deal with it.
Larry McCarten on the other hand? He was a real piece of work. Despite the denials, he was a prominent member of the Anti-Hero Movement. Saffron thought that it couldn’t get much worse than Amelia Roberts, but for the past two or three years, Mr. McCarten proved her wrong. If Ms. Roberts was nosy, Larry McCarten was downright invasive. He was close to crossing the line to stalker behavior. He was constantly writing about scandals—most of them untrue. But Saffron hated him for personal reasons.
She was about to skim through the article written about her when she received a call. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw her best friend's caller ID pop up on her screen.
“Hey! How was your class?”
“I didn’t go.”
“Wha–? But you never miss class. We need to attend as many as we can so we can be the best! What happened?”
She let out a shaky breath. “Lai, you won’t even believe what happened today.”
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Now BoS season 2 is over, I can focus on adapting it to VN format. If everything goes well, it will be ready for beta-testing before christmas.
But part of me is also eager for writing season three asap, it's here that Tenjin's paranoia starts to build.
He still thinks Seihai was pretending to be Coatlicue when she said those things and therefore, that she's interested in Leiftan. He thinks she has taken the opportunity that he was away (eastern border, some rebel elves causing a ruckus for not agreeing with the soon-to-be Sovereignty Triad Alliance) to bring Leif to court as some sort of paramour. He thinks she's like the Sakurai dynasty, known for their countless lovers off-screen.
There's even a moment when he tries to make a move on her, and *gasp* she refuses. The guy is so stunned for Leiftan's presence in the north he completely ignores the fact that Seihai refuses him not because of Leiftan, but because she's still recovering from labor weeks before. He's been away for so much time he had even forgotten she was pregnant.
Then we have the issue with Tsubomi and how she only shuts up when Leiftan is around. He is kinda forced to accept Lief there for it was his only choice. He could have found a way to get rid of the girl, but sooner or later the fact would have come to light and he would be known as kinslayer. Well, Leif is lesser of two evils for now.
And then it's when things start getting wild:
Tsubomi stops crying.
Seihai, who had never cared that much for spending time with the children, starts doing so from time to time.
And even Yuki, who was known for spying on him in the throne room 24/7, is not there all the time anymore.
And worse: it's quite common to see them together now, like, Leiftan combing Tsubomi's hair while telling Yuki stories of his adventures before his arrival. While Seihai just sits there close to them, listening as if she's not paying attention but she is.
In that court where Seihai knows nobody and the only one she kinda knows is there just to lecture her (Rin) or the other noble families who are kinda meh, Leiftan is a reassuring presence for her. And Tenjin doesn't realize it because the guy is more king, than husband or father.
He's so dumb when it comes to this kind of thing, that he even starts comparing himself to Leiftan and comes to the BRILLIANT conclusion that if he wants Seihai to be the way she was before Leif's arrival, he needs to get off his pedestal a little and make her pay attention to him... aka, "I need to remind her that I'm the boss here, and I'm her husband, and I'm amazing blablabla but how am I gonna do that? Oh I know, dragging her to my bed and pleasing her" considering that he had never done that before. The man thinks he can conquer her with that, even if he's not the horny kind lol He does think that having a better "bed performance" than Leiftan's will make Seihai come back to him, because he's 100% sure Seileif have an affair haha!
But it's funny seeing how Tenjin asks RIN, of all people, about how to please a woman in bed lol. On one hand is cute because it shows she's the only one he trusts to ask these things, the only one he trusts to show he's vulnerable in some way, the only one that knows he's just a normal kitsune doing his best to rule despite not having an answer for everything. On the other though, it's funny to ask an old woman (who most likely knew nothing about it) such a thing.
He summons her to his chambers at some point, and he just lets his hands do the work at first. He asks if she likes it, she says something like "if you like it I like it too" or similar, and he gets all angry: "I'm asking YOU whether YOU like ir or not". The guy is so insecure in this moment but he can't handle it and his insecurity is masked by anger, it's mask of picture-perfect king starting to shatter.
All because of Leif. It's amazing how Leif-baby can contribute to the story, be it in a character-driven aspect, be it in a plot-driven aspect. Some characters can only contribute in one aspect, he does with both! Leif is a goddamn gamechanger (L)
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letting it all out || seungjin
Pairing : seungmin x hyunjin
Genres : angst
Word count : 2.2k { 2217 words}
warnings : insomnia, suffocating parents, self harm (please let me know if i have to add any more)
a/n : this is my first ever fanfic so i'm kinda nervous about this ;-; hope you like it!!
Summary : Seungmin has been studying really hard but can’t seem to focus properly because of all the pressure on him. One day when Seungmin gets locked in at the school late at night and there's just Hyunjin to give him company, they kiss under mistletoe while listening to 24 to 25 Sorry I was just joking! 🤡 They just have an insight on each other's lives and Seungmin finally finds a friend.
Three more weeks and Seungmin would be free. Well, not forever but at least free from the pressure of his final exams. Seungmin was in his senior year and had just two more weeks for preparation. Coming from an average family that had to depend on a single person’s pay check, and being the only child? It wasn’t pleasant. He bore all the expectations both his parents had on him and also had to carry on his tiny shoulders the pressure from his parents and teachers for him to perform extremely well ever since they had found out that he was pretty good with books and knowledge.
Being the most studious one of the class, Seungmin was always selected as the class president and well, that was good according to the teachers and his parents because he had more experience and his resume would look tempting for any employer, but for Seungmin it was too hectic. He had no time for himself, let alone to make friends or to go see what was out there around the globe, what everyone called “the world”. His world only consisted of his home, school, the football field.
Leaving all this, he could go abroad for university. He already secured a full scholarship for the course he wanted to study in the university of his choice. There was finally something that he got to decide for himself, something that would make him at least a bit happier than his present state. All he had to do was pass his final exams and fly away. But his parents still pressurized him to retain the top rank, the same way he has been doing for years together. Having no friends, Seungmin had to keep all of this and his hardships to himself and developed insomnia. He’d stay up all night worrying and feeling anxious about his future and about how he'll soon be in a totally new environment. Part of him was calm because he got to leave most of the pressure and stress behind but the other parts of him always thought of negative points such as him not having friends in the new place either, or having mental breakdowns while crossing the road and dying-
About a week before the exams started
Walking down the hallways of his school for it may be one of the last few times and also because the library was amazing, Seungmin realised that he had forgotten to search upon the important questions on a particular topic that he found difficult in various mock tests before. He headed back to the library but it was full. He quickly went back to the classroom however, when he saw that it was messy and noisy he walked to the chemistry lab because it was under maintenance and no one could enter without the key. Since he was the class president and a member of the student council, of course he had the key. He opened the door and cleared up enough space for his laptop, some books and himself.
Time passed by and Seungmin didn’t realise that it was almost midnight until his stomach started grumbling. He switched off the focus mode to check his texts and go grab some dinner or an energy drink at the least. He got a text from his mother. Yes, one message but a long paragraph lecturing him how he’s supposed to be back home on time to study as if he was out plucking tamarind off the trees. She had asked him where he was playing around while he was overworking himself. Seungmin was hurt. It wasn’t anything new to him and he was used to all the mean and harsh words, nevertheless it still hurt just as much as it did at the beginning.
The pressure of the exams, the harsh words from his own mother, the hunger, his anxiety of his future, everything overwhelmed him and Seungmin fell on his knees, pushing off his pen and a few papers. Tears shedding off his cheeks, his breath getting uneven and stifled, he barely stood back up. When his crying got a bit noisy, he heard sounds. Sounds that weren’t from him, not of his crying. He strolled towards the door to try to find out where the noise was coming from…
Keyword : try.
The door was locked from outside with an external lock to which he didn’t have the keys. Although, even if he had the keys, it was a door, he wouldn’t be able to open it from the inside. However he didn’t just give up and sleep in there. He was hungry and weighed down by all his emotions but he was a human. Every human instinctively prioritizes survival. Seungmin started banging the door with loud thuds so that whoever was making the noises outside could come and help him out.
“Anyone out there?! Help me get out of here!! I’m stuck! Chemistry lab, please come towards the chemistry lab!! Anyone there?!!” Seungmin cried. In a few minutes he heard a feeble voice that seemed more like a whisper and footsteps nearing in an accelerating speed. “I’m coming! Stop shouting, I’m coming your way!” the voice whisper screamed.
The footsteps weren’t heard anymore. Instead, the voice became louder even though it was still just whispers. “I’m here behind the door, stop freaking out. You’re not alone anymore.” After a little pause they spoke again. “But hey, uh the door seems locked.” The person outside stated the obvious which kind of make Seungmin mad. “Dude, I wouldn’t be stuck in here if I didn’t know the door’s locked.” Seungmin said in an obviously irritable voice.
“Oh, okay. Um… Now that we know you’re stuck and the door is locked, and I don’t have the keys either… I guess we’re going to spend the night here together.” The voice whispered and that person sat down, against the door right where Seungmin was leaning onto on the other side. Seungmin stopped crying and asked the voice, “Why are you whispering though?” To which the voice replied, “It’s late in the night, I don’t want ghosts following me.” And the person out there chuckled.
“Haha not funny!” Seungmin said and started crying again. The person outside felt guilty and found it funny at the same time. “Bro are you seriously scared of ghosts?” They laughed. Seungmin hit the door harder and then they stopped laughing. But there was still some sound. Seungmin couldn’t stop crying. The person outside felt that Seungmin had more than just ghosts going on on his mind to cry about, hence they decided to make him feel comfortable first.
"Hey! Since we’re going to spend the night together, I don’t want us to be awkward and sleep off. Let’s have some fun.” They said and waited for a response, but got none so they just continued, “Well, first of all, my name’s Hyunjin, and I’m from the class next to yours. We hear a lot about how you’re the perfect student every teacher wants blah blah blah but I’ve never really talked to you or got to know you. Since you wouldn’t know much about me because I’m not all studious, I’ll give you a proper introduction of myself now-” Hyunjin was cut off by Seungmin who had something to say. The softest his voice had ever been, Seungmin said, “I know you, I’m part of the football team too. I don’t play really well and I’m usually just a substitute. I only play because my parents want to decorate my resume with various experiences. Well, that’s that and I know you because you’re the hidden star player. You have good tactics and strategy; you make sure everyone gets a chance with the ball and manage to make the team win but the coach refuses to let you in the field for important games only because you’re too selfless and let everyone else carry the game even though you could literally win everyone by yourself. You’re the legend of our team. Everyone talks about you. They all talk about you just as much as they talk about me.” Catching his breath, Seungmin got up.
“Hey, where you going after praising me so much?” Hyunjin whispered. Seungmin didn’t reply to that and went to get his water bottle. He drank water and then sat back down. Hyunjin whispered again, “Ah, you’re back. Tell me if you’re going to walk around or something. What’s the point of me staying with you here if you’re going to do things alone? Also… I know that you’re part of the football team.” He paused for a short while and Seungmin seemed to say nothing so Hyunjin just went on, “Did you think of me as an idiot who doesn’t even know who’s on his team? Oh, please. I know you are my teammate. I’ve even helped you pick the balls after practice once.”
Surprised to have found out that the star player not only knew his existence but had also helped Seungmin out but he had no memory of it, he fell deep into his thoughts yet again.
A while later, Seungmin just played some lofi music to calm himself down and he started engaging in conversation with Hyunjin and they got to know a lot about each other. Seungmin learnt that people not only talked about him being a football prodigy but also for being very outgoing and handsome. He was that main character from American teen romance movies. Hyunjin also invited Seungmin to hang out with his friends after the exams were over but Seungmin declined the offer politely on account of his preparation for him to leave the country, to fly to his dream university.
They talked more and got comfortable. A while later, Seungmin started opening up to Hyunjin and telling him about how he felt.
“I’m a single child, my parents are very proud of me so far, they have too many expectations for me and set the standards too high. It’s a struggle to get through every single day without breaking down and wanting to let go of everything. I’ve also been class president every year because I’m studious and teachers like me. Everyone thinks it’s cool and really nice but no one knows how much effort it takes. It’s too exhausting and very time consuming. I don’t have…” his voice breaks as he cries while talking. Seungmin sighs and continues, “I don’t have any friends you know? It’s always just home, school and football practice. Since I don’t play much on the field, I have very less opportunities to socialise there too. It's too tough living the life my parents want and not having anyone to share my feelings with. Sometimes I go to the kitchen and grab the knife and bring it close to my wrist and just let my body take over but I’m too much of a coward to do that. It hurts like hell when I know and understand my parents but they don’t do the same for me. Okay, you can’t do the same for me? At least give me enough time to make friends who would do that for me? I’m not saying that my life is the hardest or whatever, I know other people have it worse than me but that doesn’t mean my feelings are insignificant. I am human too and it hurts for me too. Life is so depressing that I want to run away and hide somewhere. I told you I’d be going abroad soon, didn’t I? I am waiting for the day I board the plane. I’ll finally be at least physically away from all this. I hope that day comes soon…”
Hyunjin didn’t know how to comfort him, he just said, “I’m sorry I don’t know what I can do to help. I’ll be here if you want to talk more. Don’t go out and say you have no friends. I am a friend of yours now. Alright? Even though I wish to be more…”
Hyunjin couldn’t sense any response from Seungmin so he placed one of his ears on the door and head Seungmin snoring in tiny. He just smiled to himself, kind of embarrassed that his small confession remained unheard. He had a crazy thought. ‘Why not tell him everything now? I would have told him but he wouldn’t have heard a thing. It’s perfect!’
Taking in a deep breath, Hyunjin spoke really quick, “I have liked you for quite a long time you know? I helped you the other day on the field with collecting the balls and putting them back in the equipment room only because that day I had a sudden urge to tell you everything but I was a coward. I still am, I guess…”
The night was silent, the boys slept
The next morning, the security came to open the door and woke the boys up. He started questioning them but let them go once he got his answers since they both had a good reputation.
Hyunjin hugged Seungmin. Seungmin was flustered at first but he slowly wrapped his arms around Hyunjin’s waist and hugged him back. “Thank you for being with me last night Hyunjin.” Seungmin said and smiled into the hug.
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sick manager :)
-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima
part 2 with sugawara and kuroo here!
personally i loved writing these, so lmk if you want a part 2 with other characters 👀
TW: PASSING OUT :))
To sum up how you felt in one word, you were exhausted. You were physically overworked; pushed to your limit with tons of schoolwork, stress, extracurriculars, and on top of that, you were your school's volleyball team manager. You were merely a first year, but you did your job well, and the entire team loved you.
You had tried to power through the classes, running with just two hours of sleep. Work was starting to pile up, so you had no time for sleep.
You felt yourself falling asleep during lectures, curling up on the grass for quick naps during lunch, and throughout the day, you had the worst headache.
With luck, you managed to make it through, but you still had hours of volleyball ahead of you. You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sleepiness clouding your head. Your head pounded, and nothing was really registering in your brain.
There was no denying it, you were sick.
It was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was still annoying. You didn't want to miss the day's volleyball practice, because you had an upcoming game, so you decided to just push through and deal with it.
Ignoring how bad your head hurt, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the classroom.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto, someone you recognized as the captain of the team you were the manager for, spotted you from a distance and was already bouncing, beaming as he waved. You smiled back with a small wave. He didn't mind that you didn't match his enthusiasm; he was used to it, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about it.
The two of you walked down to the gym, Bokuto talking animatedly the whole way there in the background. You didn't mind though, it was nice to just listen. However, every word he chirped bore into your brain, seeming to echo.
You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but try to drown out his voice by focusing on your surroundings.
A green bush. A tall tree. A group of students.
“Y/N?” Bokuto waved his hand in front of your face, and you looked up at the mention of your name.
“Hm? Sorry, sorry, I’m just... oh, we’re here!” you said, quickly changing the subject. You didn’t want him to worry, and it was no big deal anyways... You could finally see the gym, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the short walk was actually several miles long.
You finally made it-
Shoot.
A sudden dizzy spell overtook you. Shutting your eyes tight, you stumbled on your own feet, your legs giving out beneath you. No, no, no....
"Y/N!" Bokuto yelped as he caught you. He pulled you close to him, and whimpering, you leaned on his chest, trying to stay conscious.
“Sorry...” you breathed softly, just trying to focus on the way Bokuto’s chest went up, and down.
Up... and down. You shut your eyes tighter as a wave of your headache hit. Bokuto’s arms around you were definitely helping you stay standing, and you were thankful. Up... and down.
Then you slumped into his arms.
...
The second your eyes opened again, you were knocked back with a hug. You grunted at the unexpected impact, but smiled when you realized it was Bokuto.
"Y/N! You're awake!" Bokuto yelled, his voice watery with relief. "I thought you died," he sobbed, and you hugged him tight.
"I'm fine, I promise," you said with a laugh. "Just... thirsty." Bokuto leaped to get you a glass of water as fast as he could.
While he was gone, you looked around to see that you were in the nurse's office. You could just imagine Bokuto running with you unconscious in his arms, and you smiled at the thought.
Bokuto came back with the promised water, and he lay a hand on you to check up on your temperature.
"You're really burning up... why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked, pouting.
"I didn't want you to worry... I thought I would be fine, and that I would make it through practice." He shook his head.
"I want to know, okay?" You nodded with a smile.
"How long was I unconscious?" He thought for a second before responding.
"Only for a couple seconds, but you were kinda drowsy so we made you rest. It's been a couple hours now." You immediately got up.
"Practice isn't over yet?" you asked, still hopeful. Maybe you could at least stay for an hour? It was better than noth-
"Y/N..." he sad warningly, and you knew going wasn't an option.
"Fine..."
"Good," he responded, satisfied with your answer.
Walking out of the classroom, you met eyes with Oikawa Tooru, who immediately lit up at the sight of you. His smile immediately turned into a frown, immediately noticing something was different about you, given how perceptive he was.
"What's wrong?" he questioned slowly, and you shook your head.
"Nothing's wrong, Tooru... I'm just tired," you said, but he looked at you suspiciously.
“You should take a break,” he reminded you gently, and you shook your head, no matter how tempted you were.
“I really can’t, I’ve got… a lot to do. But I’m fine, I swear,” you assured him, gesturing towards the gym, despite the sick feeling in your body. You swallowed, trying to swallow the dizziness. “Let’s go!” You tried for a smile, and Oikawa responded with a hesitant one, finally deciding to let it go.
Starting to walk towards the gym with the volleyball player following close behind, you shook your head, trying to shake out the growing light-headed feeling that you dreaded. It wouldn’t go away.
Shutting your eyes as tight as you could, you didn’t even notice that you stopped walking until someone tapped your shoulder.
“Hm?” You peeked your eyes open slightly to notice Oikawa standing next to you.
“Y/N-chan?” His face was written all over with concern.
“Sorry, I just…” You laughed sheepishly, trying to shrug it off, but the pain was beginning to be way too much. “I.. just…” you tried to say, but you were unable to finish as you swayed to one side, tripping over your own feet trying to stay standing. You heard Oikawa's yelp as he rushed to catch you, and you blinked slowly before passing out completely.
...
As soon as you woke up, you found yourself in your own bedroom. When you got up, wondering how you got there, you were met with Oikawa's frown.
"When was the last time you had at least seven hours of sleep?" he asked, disapproval in his eyes as he pushed you back into bed. You gave a shy smile.
"Maybe... two weeks ago?" Oikawa gasped dramatically before tutting in distaste.
"You need to sleep, or else your health will plummet," he said, shaking his head. Of course, at that moment, your headache had to come back. You winced and shut your eyes, burying your face into your hands. "What's wrong?" You shook your head with a sigh.
"My head's killing me," you admitted. "It's been like this all day."
"Wha- Y/N," he scolded, leaving the room. Where was he going? Ah. He came back with some medicine and a thermometer.
"Thanks." You swallowed the medicine, and Oikawa immediately forced the thermometer into your mouth.
"103.2?! Y/N, you'll be here for a good three days. I'm not ever letting you leave your bed until you get better, and I won't leave either." You laughed at his motherly antics.
"But what about pract-" you started, but Oikawa shushed you.
"Think of it as a much needed break." You stared at him.
"Did you at least go today?"
"No, of course not! You were freaking unconscious, I can't go and hit some good serves if I know that my precious Y/N could possibly be in pain," he said with a pout.
"Aw, Tooru..." You kissed his cheek. "You're too swee-" He pushed you back into your pillows, pulling the covers up before you could finish.
"Now rest up, Y/N-chan."
You glanced at your phone; you still had an hour until volleyball practice...
A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?
You found a nice, private corner, and huddled up. Using your backpack as a pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly.
Some time later, Tsukishima was walking by, on his way to practice. His eyes spotted you asleep in the corner, and he smirked.
"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, laughing to himself softly. "Hey, get up, Y/N." He flicked his finger on your forehead, and laughed when you began to stir awake.
"Mm?" Your voice was raspy from both sickness and sleepiness, and you blinked your eyes, trying to adjust. You shielded your face from the light with your hand, and you finally made out Tsukki's tall figure kneeling in front of you. "Oh, hi Tsukki..." He held out his hand with a smug smile, offering to help you up.
You groaned when you realized that the nap didn't make your headache go away. Getting up too fast, you swayed for a good two seconds; Tsukki's hands were on your shoulders, trying to steady you.
"Ten bucks you don't make it through practice without passing out," he joked, but you had a feeling he was going to be ten dollars richer soon enough. You nodded sleepily, but quickly froze.
"Wait- am I late for practice?" You frantically dug your phone out, sighing in relief when you learned that you still had ten minutes to spare.
"What, you think I would be late?" Tsukishima said, jokingly. "But anyways, I'm not letting you go to practice today. Clearly you need rest... and..." His hand rested on your forehead, and he nodded. "Like I thought, you have a fever." You swatted his hand away.
"Today's practice is important, I can't miss it. I'll be fine, Tsukki, since when do you worry about me?" You turned around, heading towards the gym, when your head hurt just a bit too much. You winced, and faster than your brain could process what was happening, you were already falling to the ground and everything went dark.
...
"Oh, you're awake." You opened your eyes and saw Tsukishima waiting for you. You were in the nurse's office from the looks of it, and Tsukishima got up with some water and medicine.
"Here, take this." You nodded and followed his command.
"Thanks," you said, rubbing your head.
"Hm. You know how you asked when I started to worry about you?" he asked, sticking a thermometer into your mouth.
"Hm? Oh... yeah." You recalled how you had said something like that right before you passed out. You took the thermometer out and glanced at the temperature.
103.2. You hid the thermometer behind your back, knowing Tsukki would not be happy with your temperature.
"The answer was always; I always care about you, even if I don't seem like it."
"Wow, Tsukki..." It surprised you; you never thought you would hear anything nice coming out of Tsukishima's mouth.
"Also, you act like a five year old sometimes, people can't help but worry about you," he added. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Now hand over the thermometer. I didn't forget." Sighing, you reluctantly gave it to him.
"Welp, will you at least cuddle with me until I get better?" you asked with pleading eyes.
"Come on, Y/N. You're contagious..." You pouted, and he sighed. "Fine."
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