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sweetnans · 4 hours

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love me already

Pairing: f. reader/bakugo katsuki

Summary: dual POV where mc is tired of waiting for Bakugo to be truth and confess his feelings for her.

tw: none. Just fluff and chaos.

"Y'know, I think I'll just tell Bakugo I like him." You were drunk, and a sort sense of boldness invaded you all of a sudden.

"Girl, don't do that." Mina put his hands on your bare thigh from your skirt ridden up. "Wait till you sober up"

You were hanging with Mina after a month of not seeing each other, being pro heroes tide up your schedule so you were out of reach most of the time, only reachable by the phone. You had a blast of a night, went clubbing, and drank while dancing like old times.

"He's playing with my mind, I swear," the words spurred out of your system, and you felt like you might start to cry in any second. "He's always sending texts and asking if I'm hurt after a fight and-"

"Hey! He doesn't do that to me!" Mina whined, putting his left hand above his heart.

"Exactly! He's this obsessive fucker who thinks he's better than everyone else, always so cocky and he had me wrapped around his fingers with the details that I know he only do to me, so obnoxious" you ket a sigh trying to come down from your despertarion but something made you see red again. "And yet he'd never confessed! I'm tired Mina what if he's just playing with me and doesn't want anything serious just fuck with me and hop to the next. Maybe he thinks I'm playing hard to get, and now I'm kind of a challenge to him, you know the bastard"

Now you were upset.

"Mmhm, just give him some time. He has had a crush on you since we were at UA" Mina bit his nails and poured another glass for you.

"Exactly, that's what everyone says! His mom, his dad even Midoriya who can't catch a fucking clue even if it's tingling in front of his eyes. If He thinks I'm going to wait forever for him to grow a pair of balls? He's got another thing coming. " You downed the entire glass, and Mina hurried to pour another.

...

"She haven't talked to me in an hour," Katsuki stated, folding some papers on his desk.

"Man, it's her night off duty, I heard Mina said that they were going out tonight," Kirishima made a spun in his chair. "Partying and doing girl's shit"

Bakugo hated staying in the office so late, but the papers were not going to fill themselves out. At least Kirishima was there with him, trying to calm him down, but doing a pretty bad job.

"I swear if Mina let her fall into a ditch again I'm going to-"

"For fuck sake, bro!" Kirishima rolled his eyes, almost disappearing in his skull. "It was one time! Let it go. She was fine and giggling like a mad woman when you went to her rescue"

"I just worry about her," he grunted. "I'm a hero, that's my work"

"Yeah, with civilians, but she's a real hero, y'know." Kirishima pushed. Not in the six years that he'd seen Bakugo after you, has he been able to get the real confession out of his mouth.

Bakugo checked his phone again. Nothing.

...

"I'm going to get up there and tell him that I'm done waiting for him"

You didn't know how you convinced Mina into your crazy idea, but now you were outside, in front of your apartment's lobby, waiting for a cab.

"Don't you think you need to reconsider, maybe? You're tipsy honey, what if he's not even there" Mina tried to talk to you out of it, but she knew better, you were stubborn as hell, the least she could do was following you and making sure that, this time, you didn't end up in a ditch.

"He's there, he told me," you stopped a cab lifting a finger and told the driver the direction.

The way to Katsuki's agency was a haze. You remember looking at Mina, her eyes closed, trying to rest before the chaos breaks loose.

"Do you know what you are going to say?" She mumbled with her eyes closed and grabbed your hand to reaffirm her company and her friendship.

You had no idea.

...

"This is taking ages," Kirishima complained, trying to read the papers and arrange them by dates. "Why can't we just shred them and pretend it didn't happen?"

"The TV broadcasted the fight, you dumbass"

Katsuki was tired too, but he needed to make and fill the reports before tomorrow morning.

"Did she answered you?" Kirishima asked.

It was a lame night. He was practically locked up with his best friend all alone in his office. He had a purpose, and that was making him confess his love for you.

"No," he briefly checked his phone again before returning his eyes to the files. "What if she's in a ditch?"

"She's not!" Kirishima raised his voice, and Katsuki only grunted in response. "So what's the deal with her? You still like her or what?"

"Who told you I liked her in the first place?" He was smug about his answer, not giving away any hint of his real feelings for you.

"C'mon, everybody knows," something dark flowed into Kirishima's mind. He felt like a child poking a mad dog with a stick. "At least in our class, I mean, I remember Todoroki showing interest in her once, and you completely beat him up in spared fight, and Mirio that time he gave her a flower from the patio, you were fuming I still remember the red shade of angry in the tips of your ears"

"Keep working"

That phrase only gave him more fuel to continue the poking the beast game.

"Man, why don't you just be truth to yourself? Like, is it that hard to accept the feelings you have for her? She's amazing, smart, beautiful, She's a beast on the field and has a great heart. What's the problem, Dynamight?

He touched a sensitive fiber using his hero name. He always bragged about being the best, bold and facing everything, and everybody who dared to get in his way, but he was acting like a real pussy with you.

"I'm scared I'm not good enough, you happy?" He was upset, and Kirishima was astonished with his confession. He expected an angry gremlin yelling at him for being so annoying, spurring out his confession between variabilities of insults, but he didn't expect his best friend, the know it all and do it all feeling like he wasn't enough.

"Not enough? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? Yeah, of course you have a shitty attitude, but you care for her. You're the main example of manliness. You are always taking care of her, giving her your attention, making time for taking her out of a ditch while you were patrolling, I mean, I would've left her there" Kirishima joked to make Bakugo less worried about himself. "I'm telling you man, you are it for her, but you gotta hurry the fuck up because what you see in her, everybody could see it too"

In the quietness of his office, full of papers with his best friend, giving shitty but quiet good advice, he realized that he needed to tell you his feelings, he couldn't wait anymore time.

...

You sobered real quick. Having the massive building in front of you in the middle of a cold and freezing night, returned every sense that you needed in your body.

"You are doubting" Mina established.

"I'm freezing," you counterattacked. "Why didn't you tell me to put some jeans on?"

The dancing and the drinking made you feel hot and raised your temperature and you knew it, so you put on a skirt before going out without thinking you would come out of the house after coming from the club.

The lights were on the floor where Bakugo's office was situated. If you squinted your eyes, you could even see the shapes of Kirishima's and Bakugo's bodies through the glass. Or you were just still drunk.

"He wouldn't be there forever, and you're going to catch a cold if you keep us waiting here for something to happen," Mina urged, hugging herself to keep the cold out.

"You're right, it's now or never," you said, walking determinated into the big glass doors to make yourself in.

With Mina behind you, you pushed the doors, and the guard glanced to you. He recognized you and Mina immediately, but you two put your credentials out just for safety. He gave you a nod and you continued your way to the elevator.

"Are you nervous?" Mina asked while you pressed the elevator button.

"Like shit." You watched the countdown in red numbers above the elevator doors. The elevator was in Bakugo's floor so no one was around.

The ding in the elevator startled you a little, and the turmoil in your stomach didn't make it any better. Mina pushed you through the open doors and pressed the button to Bakugo's floor.

...

"Thank god it's done." Kirishima was spining in his chair while Katsuki looked for his stuff to bring them home with him. "Are you ready to face your true feelings?"

Kirishima didn't drop the topic after the big confession and the great advice, he kept pushing his best friend and giving him ideas on how to tell you, some of them were good and some of them were trash, but Bakugo just listened and ignored at the same time.

"Shut the fuck up" Katsuki growled lowly stuffing his belonging into his black backpack.

"Isn't it romantic? Like, after all this time, you could just walk in with a bouquet of flowers and, wait no, walking? That's lame. What about a white horse? Yeah, that's manly. " Kirishima was hopeless, and even though Bakugo showed a scowl at his words he was actually having fun.

"No horses, but maybe a bouquet will be cool," he was making peace with his own feelings. At the end of the day, what was the worst that could happen?

...

"I think I'm going to pee, shit," you pressed your bladder, and Mina laughed at you.

"You can't be serious right now, we are halfway," she said while you danced funny in front of her.

"I'm sorry I process my emotions somatically," you started to feel cloudy, and your hands started to sweat.

"Hey, relax. He's so into you, maybe he would be like a rock for the first three seconds but then he will be all over you confessing, don't worry, and if I'm wrong you can always have Shindo"

You made a gag.

"I hate Shindo," you told her.

The elevator stopped with a big thump, and you feared in a good way. You had your adrenaline up, and there were still remains of booze in your system to give you a boost.

"It's time, big girl." Mina patted your shoulder and gave you a little push.

...

Kirishima stretched himself, and Bakugo took his backpack, grabbing the zipper of a back pocket to fetch the keys of his office to close it.

He was busy looking for the keys when Kirishima started patting him in the arm repeatedly.

"What?" He told him tired and with heavy eyes. Kirishima's eyes were the exact opposite of him. They were big and surprised, looking at the other side of the glass doors of his office.

He followed Kirishima's look and stopped in you.

At first, he thought it was a kind of a mirage, then he thought that maybe he was more tired than he realized, and then he thought that maybe it was a villain whose quirk was morphing into peoples body's.

Every thought ended at the sound of your voice.

...

You walked through the hallway, practicing a speech of what you were going to say to him. You did it over and over, stumbling words in your own mind. You were there, physically and mentally, ready to take all your feelings for him out. You couldn't chicken out.

You saw his figure in the last ofice at the end of the hallway, body contouring to grab something from his backpack.

Kirishima was the first to notice you, his eyes wide opened at the sight of you two walking in the middle of the night like you owned the place. He gave multiple pats to Bakugo's arm, and from afar, you could notice that he was tired.

Maybe your boldness wasn't the best thing to do at that moment.

You couldn't make your way out because he turned his gaze from the backpack to you in a second. By his look, you could see the gears in his brain moving to give some sort of explanation of what was happening in front of him.

He opened the door, forgetting completely that Kirishima was in his way. The red-haired boy pushed him a little, not caring that his best friend kinda kicked him stumbling against him.

You two were in the same hallway looking face to face. Your two best friends a step back making themselves a crowd in what was about to happen.

"What are -" Katsuki started disoriented, looking for proof or a mark that you were injured or hurt.

"Shut up," you told him. Katsuki was very surprised at your determined tone.

"I'm liking this already," Kirishima muttered behind Katsuki, grinning like the Chesire cat.

The silence between the four of you was something that was eating your bones. It wasn't awkward, but it was heavy. You told him to shut up, but you weren't talking either, and you knew it. All the speech that you practiced before vanishing from your mind.

"Are you-

"Are you going to love me already!?"

You spoke at the same time, but your message was clear. Mina was right, Katsuki stood like he was made of stone, rigid, stoic, not even a muscle moving from your confession.

You sounded desperate. You blamed your thoughts, your desire to go pee, that you were at least fifteen percent still drunk and that you were freezing. You wanted to get over this chapter in your life, you didn't want to fool around any longer and for that you needed to know if Katsuki was on the same page as you.

"Oh my god," Mina said, holding his face with both hands.

"Shh," Kirishima silenced her. "This is better than the ditch episode"

You could tell that the booze in your system worn off just by waiting for Katsuki's response. The tic tac in your intern clock made it impossible to bear the silence.

"Are you going to say something, or are you going to stay there forever?" You hurried him, trying to hide the anxious feeling that you felt coming out of your voice.

...

Kirishima kicked Bakugo's heavy boots to take him out of his trance. It worked.

You always said to him that you were half witch, at least, always feeling before it happened. He wandered if this was one of those situations.

"I'm-

It was the first time that he felt speechless. He knew you from head to toe, and now he noticed that you were under the effects of alcohol but sounded sure about it. The way that you let it out was some kind of outburst from the time he took to process what he really felt about you. He knew he treated you differently. He liked spending time with you, and he found himself checking his phone very often, looking for a message from you. He was whipped.

He saw your bottom lip quivering, and he knew he had to do something.

...

It happened quickly.

First, you throwing your feelings at him like it was a ball of fire, then his eternal silence, and after that, your guts twisting inside of you, your throat closing, your nose pricking and your bottom lip trembling.

It was over for your fantasies with him.

Was it the worst-case scenario? Yes. Will you be able to get over it? Absolutely. Will the healing process hurt? Like hell.

You were weighing your options when the sound of heavy boots against the carpeted floor woke you up from your suffering.

He was a mere inch from you. Your body and his body were separated by a thin layer of air. You could feel the air coming out from his nose, hitting your forehead. He was tall, and you were almost the size of a elf.

"Never call me out about what I already do"

That's everything that came out of his mouth before joining his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. He wasn't gentle, but the way that he grabbed you by both sides of your face made you float in your spot.

You didn't have the time to process what he said or why he said that, forgetting what you said first, but ignoring the cheerful sounds coming from your friends mouth, you could only concentrate in his mouth moving against yours. Finally.

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sewercentipede · 8 months

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@khfanforall doing this as a post instead of reply cuz the reply word limit will be annoying

yesss that album is one of my all time favorites and it was like it was *made* for ketamine it’s crazy. I think they were channeling the spirit of ket when they made it or something cuz idk what else could explain how perfect they go together.

anyway so, forgive me for these descriptions it’s been a long time since Ive used ketamine regularly enough for this to be as easy as it might’ve been when I was (using regularly) . It’s also damn hard to describe, the more I try lmao , as probably all dissos are

at low doses: physical coordination like walking is a little but affected, like a little stumble here and there nothing extreme. emotionally, a muting of emotions that aren’t contentment (like getting buffs to your mood and appreciation for nothing/everything). also feels like you have your face and head a little bit stuffed with cotton, physically but also emotionally? kinda like the numbness after going to the dentist for a cavity filling but everywhere, and nowhere near as extreme. probably because ur feeling mild dissociation particularly to unpleasant sensation. physical pain is dulled, though not completely gone.

low-mid dose: visually hard to focus on objects, and mild disorientation/dizziness if u try to look around too fast or move too fast/change positions too fast. physical coordination more affected, like being drunk (not wasted though). physical pain is dulled much more. feeling emotionally more free; this can mean a few different things, like happiness, nostalgia/missing ppl, feeling more connected to life and other ppl thoughts can become entheogenic, psychedelic or weed-like but without any anxiety or paranoia. in a club you’d be more loosened up, inclined to dance freely and feel at one with ur surroundings.

mid doses: visually harder to focus/see and need to close one eye to see better tho idk if that works lmao. walking is fucking difficult. Objects start to take on different shapes than they are, visually and mentally in a way that mimics the feeling that they are physically changed. Some recent examples: my phone looking like Tetris pieces or looking like a blackberry(the cellphone) even though I’ll be typing on it as normal, or my keyboard becoming spherical in shape. but again can type on it find just feels like I’m typing on a sphere. Stronger feelings of joy, interconnectedness, disorientation, or deeper nostalgia, is possible. pain is more dulled, probably numbed at this point.

mid-high doses: hallucinations of environments, body position, self, objects, etc completely changing. eg: one time for a few minutes I “became” a Japanese girl with Lolita fashion using a flip phone and sitting in a pink bedroom full of sanrio products in my minds eye. environments will morph especially (i call ketamine an interior designer because the room im in will look completely different and I’ll just watch it evolve into different architectural designs with different objects in it). It’s all extremely detailed. Moving, like to change position, is difficult, and walking extremely difficult if you can even manage to at All. physical pain sensation is basically now completely numbed or transformed into feeling pleasurable instead.

high dose: k-hole. unaware of ur body completely, it doesn’t exist. basically out of body experience but not watching urself or anything…. Ur somewhere else, moving through different spaces, places, dimensions, dream-like scenarios, but in such a way that you’re like just there for the ride. ur not in control of where the ride goes and you kinda have no idea what’s going on but ur sense of detachment allows you to appreciate how beautiful and fascinating it is to watch/experience as it happens, and some people (like me) experience extreme euphoria for the entirety. like indescribable euphoria, better than mdma imo. it’s also often very geometric visually, with the sensation that ur moving, but no real physical sensation. (It is possible to go in and out of the k-hole if ur body really freaking requires it- like I had to throw up while in it but once (ketamine vommies) and that pulled me back into my body-- in this state walking is fucking impossible. So I had to crawl to the bathroom, which was nearly impossible and each movement took every ounce of effort. while going in and out of the hole. So that was interesting.)

tried to be accurate as possible here but again it’s been a while since I’ve really sat thru each of the dose stages because I generally only use these days for crohns pain relief (low to low-mid dose range) or to go straight into a k-hole

#ketamine #drugs

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goatvomit · 9 months

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TW: Drug Use

Obligatory DO NOT consume illegal substances!

God, I miss getting fucked up. I'm listening to a YouTuber recount their drug induced adventures and MAAAAAN I miss doing that mischievous shit. I never did anything hard, just some weed and possibly some laced-with-ket weed. I don't know what that shit was but I've never been higher in my life than smoking whatever that shit was. It was just a couple batches from a dude I knew through a friend. Listening to this YouTuber, my brain just kinda recreated that high for a little bit and it feels amazing. I think that this is what normal people experience, just contentment and normalcy. Fuuuuuck.

I'm not gonna pick up smoking again, shit wigs me out too much now. Makes my heart and paranoia go crazy. But this feeling is so, so nice.

(obligatory do not do drugs disclaimer!)

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authorkun · 3 years

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (003-2/2)

"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠?"

The group of four wandered the streets looking for the other first-year. After last night, Itadori and M/n seem to be as close as ever. Almost as the past night had never happened. Well, sort of. M/n now had two very prominent purple bruises around his neck, and indeed his vocal chords had been damaged. Plus the fact Sukuna avoided the male like the plague. The curse hadn't made a comment since.

M/n tugged a bit at the hood. of Yuji's uniform a grin plastered on his face. He pointed to the hood before putting his thumb up. He was complementing the creative change. "It's cool right? It fits just right, but it's also a little different from Fushiguro's and L/n's."

"Well, if you have requests, you can always get a touch ups made to your uniform." Gojo said before slurping on the juice pouch in his hand. "But I didn't make any requests?" Itadori gave a confused look. "That's 'cause I requested a custom one myself." The pink haired teen made an 'o' shape with his mouth before pointing to M/n. "Is that also the reason why M/n's uniform is different?" He motioned towards his senpai who showed off his many pockets in the coat like gakuen.

"Poc....kets."

Hos voice cracked through the word, though he wore a mischievous look. "You have to be careful, Gojo has that side to him. Also why exactly are we meeting in Harajuku?" Fushiguro gave an unamused look towards his teacher. The snowy haired male gave a small shrug.

"She wanted to meet here. Hey!" M/n had snatched the half empty pouch from his hands sticking it into his own mouth. A small flush formed on Gojo's face from the indirect kiss. "I want popcorn! Come on L/n-senpai!" Itadori grabbed the second-year's sleeve before dragging him to the snack stand across the street. When they returned Yuji had a funky pair of sunglasses on and a bag of the popped Good in his grasp. M/n had a stick of dango handing the other one to his senior. A delighted glint sparked in Gojo's eyes before biting one off, not bothering to actually grab the small stick.

A small satisfied hum vibrated through his chest. A commotion on the other side of the bustling street caught the four's eyes. A girl with auburn hair was harassing a middle aged male about modeling. "Is that really her?"ge received a head nod in response. "That's embarrassing." Itadori ate a handful of popcorn. "So are you." Megumi held a dark shadow on the top half of his face. "Hey! Over here!" Gojo yelled out to the girl who shortly jogged over. "I'm Kugisaki Nobara, the flower in a group of happy boys." 'Annoying' the ravenette thought.

"I'm Itadori Yuuji, I'm from Sendai!" Yuuji exclaimed pointing to himself. "I'm Fushiguro Megumi." The female looked expectantly towards M/n who glanced at Gojo to introduce him.

L/n quickly motioned towards his neck making hand motions of his predicament. "Are you mute or something?" She asked boredly. "He's L/n M/n, he can't speak the best right now. He's a second-year though." The said teen internally thanked his senior.

'He's definitely unsophisticated. Probably the type to eat his boogers as a kid.' An awfully poor drawing of Itadori came to mind.

'Just with his name...I can't handle boys that think they're all that. He's definitely the type to set gulls drenched in oil on fire.' Fushiguro's angry face pictured in her head. Then a image of M/n in all his glory passed through. 'Him, I can't read him? He's like one of the only attractive guy here?'

"I'm not very fortunate with my environment, huh." She let out an exasperated sigh. "Are you going somewhere after this?" Fushiguro faced towards his teacher. "Heeheehee Ive finally gathered my three students, and on top of that two of them are from the countryside. Of course we'd go... SIGHTSEEING IN TOKYO!"Gojo yelled out pushing M/n into his side, an arm around his shoulders. "TOKYO!" Both Itadori's and Kugisaki's face lit up as they chanted the city's name.

"Let's go to Disneyland!" Nobara hung off of Gojo's arm. "That's all the way in Chiba! Let's go to Chinatown instead!" Itadori slung himself on the white haired's other arm as the two continued to bicker. "Well than," the two got on one knee. "I'll announce where we'll be going.... -We're going to Roppongi."

"Ro-ppon-gi?!" M/n let out an airy laugh at the pair's anxiousness.

Timeskip

"There's curse's here aren't there?" Fushiguro held an unsurprised expression. "YOU LIAR! DONT TOY WITH COUNTRYFOLK!" Nobara angrily shouted. "Well a huge cemetery is right over there, so normally there'd be a cesspool of curses both there and in this building." Gojo explained slightly tilting his head towards M/n, who was casually reading a book.

"I'm guessing they're easy to come from a gravesite?" Yuuji scratched his chin. "It's not the cemetery, it's the mindsets of people's fears of it." M/n turned the page of the small book. In truthfulness, he wasn't actually focused on the piece of literature. His focus was set on the events that had taken place the past night. The book was supposed to break his train of thought.

A moment later, a tap broke his lingering gaze from the printed words that seemed to mock him. "You seemed out of it. What's wrong?" Gojo's voice lost the usual playfulness it held, a more serious one taking over. "Nothing." He carelessly waved his hand around. "What happened to Itadori and Kugisaki?" The pair's absence peeking his interest. "To finish their test of course!" The male's laidback attitude had come back again.

"We'll be back Fushiguro!" Gojo had yelled dragging M/n along with him. A confused look plastered the ravenettes face. The older had stopped by a vacant alleyway, pinning the second-year against the wall. His small grin had fallen into a worried frown, as his blindfold had been slipped off. "What's wrong?" M/n rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk pointed towards him. "Suicide." His scratchy voice cracked. Gojo shoved him farther into the wall. "Tell me, you don't get hand prints from hanging yourself."

"Sukuna had answers I wanted." "So he strangled you?" A sigh escaped pass. M/n gave a curt shrug, a challenging grin playing at his lips. "You're hopeless." A sudden pair of lips had caught M/n off-guard, eyes widening in shock before kissing back. When the two had pulled apart, a small line of saliva followed. A lazy smirk sent towards his senior. Gojo, grumbled before rearranging the cloth over his eyes.

"Wow Sato~" the (h/c-ette) teased, earning a small shove in response. "Come on." M/n followed behind Gojo, as they walked back towards the building. "So-." The sound of shattering glass echoed the street, a curse jumping out of the top window caught the three's attention. Suddenly black spikes shot out of it and dissolved into purple dust.

"Nice, she really is crazy." M/n commented. When Kugisaki and Itadori came marching out, the both were arguing over something while a little kid stood idly next to the pink haired first year.

"Alrighty then! Let's get you home!" Gojo's voice broke the argument between the two, referring to the youngest. The kid coward behind Itadori's leg. M/n gave a small smile bending down to his height. Sticking out his hand he nodded his head towards the open palm.

"What's your name?" His voice strained. "Amane." The boy muttered. "Well Amane, you want to go home right?" M/n held a gentle tone although pain coursed through his throat. Amane hesitantly nodded again. "My names M/n." He turned his back towards the boy. "Here, jump on my back, and I promise we'll get you home safe. Alright?" A small grin formed as the smaller climbed onto the older's back.

M/n, with the small boy stuck to his back started his way towards the neighborhood, oblivious of the looks the group of four gave him. "Let's go." Itadori, first to snap out of it jogged up beside the second-year. "Gah! You're so cool L/n!" With that, the rest joined the path, walking alongside the (h/c-ette).

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simpsiren · 3 years

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lee taeyong x reader

“my baby dont like it when you come around”

description. a new guy in college asks you for help to get rid of his girlfriend and slowly falls for you instead through your heated times with him.

genre. ANGST, college au, cheating au, bold/ arrogant reader x shy taeyong

warnings. none? except for the fact that this basically about cheating and having strong emotional tensions with each other, slighty suggestive

a/n. hihii i always thought of doing a ff about their baby dont like it song because its been in my head for so long HAHA also the lyrics are just uHem but yeah so anyways buckle up because theres going to be a lot of angst and tensionn also i didnt notice that i wrote so much like damn aNywAys enjoyy!

you walk into class lazily, expecting the same thing to happen again. as you step into the lecture hall, your eyes immediately went to your seat. you sigh and push you glasses up before walking over.

“i swear when will people stop doing this?” you mutter to yourself, shoving all the gifts off your table, making it all drop to the ground and producing a loud noise. everyone’s eyes are being drawn to your direction. you roll your eyes as mark takes his usual seat beside you.

“that’s the most you got this week.” mark laughs in disbelief, looking down onto the floor. you flash a fake smile at him, making him laugh even more. “its so annoying. none of them even look good.” your eyes scan through the gifts on the floor, seeing one that actually looks decent. you pick it up and examine it closely. mark gets near you and does the same.

“ill keep this one. looks expensive.” you shrug, shoving the expensive looking silver necklace into your bag. mark scoffs, letting his body sink into his seat. “i love the fact that you only care about the value of the gift.”

you click your tongue and stand up, proceeding to pick up all the useless gifts you received from the random guys on campus and walking over to the trash can, throwing it all away. you hear gasps and mutters around the lecture hall. you clearly couldnt care less, walking back, taking your seat and bringing out your materials.

“it cant be helped that youre the most beautiful one around here.”

“you think i dont know that? people do know that they shouldnt mess with me right? yet i need to keep up with unknown admirers and random texts of confession.” you let out a long sigh, as you rest your chin on the palm of your head, leaning onto the table.

“you admit youre beautiful. your confidence is truly amazing.” mark comments. you kept your eyes to the front as you watch your professor walk in, along with a new guy you’ve never seen before. your eyes remained on the guy, watching him climb up the stairs and walking to the seat next to you.

your attention changes to the professor as she starts talking. but your ears immediately diverted its attention to somewhere else, particularly to the guy next to you.

“why did you seat next to her? do you know how dangerous that is?” you hear the girl sitting behind him whisper. its no doubt that she purposely whispered loud enough for you to hear, wanting to make your blood boil. you ket your cool and focused on the lecture, taking notes accordingly.

“how so?”

“she’s hard to talk to. she only had mark as her friend and she gets pissed easily. her temper is the worst around here and she’s the most feared. a lot of guys like her for some reason and-”

“are you done, sweetie?” you lick your bottom lip as you turned around the face the girl. you hear mark hiding his laugh with a cough. “if you are, i really suggest you shut your mouth before i sew it shut for you.” your eyes glared at hers, staring at her intensively. you knew that it scared her when she immediately looks away. you chuckle in amusement before turning back to the front.

you look to the side, to see the guy’s eyes opened wide, with an eyebrow raised. you smile softly.

“lee taeyong.” you whisper, reading off the keychain attached to his pencil case, nodding your head before paying attention to the lecture again. the guy coughs softly and faced forward as well.

the lecture was now over and you start to pack up. you take your time since you know that it would be hectic to get through the large crowd of students who are also exiting as well as being able to avoid bumping into any guys and have them confess their useless affection towards you.

you were however intrigued to find out what’s going on outside when you hear someone whispering about the fact that there’s an extremely pretty girl waiting outside the campus.

by then, only you and mark were in the lecture hall. you figured it would be a good time to step out and find out the reason behind all the talking outside.

as you and mark walk down the hallway to the entrance, you tilt your head as you see a crowd forming at the gate. you sigh, taking off your glasses and rubbing your temples. “how the fuck are we suppose to get out?” you turn to mark with your eyebrows furrowed.

“im sure they’ll move aside once you come in.” mark places his hand on your shoulder and taps it lightly before walking forward towards the huge crowd with full confidence. you swear you can burst any minute as the the mumbles of the people fill your ears even more as you walk closer.

the moment one person makes eye contact with you. their eyes widened and signal their friends to quiet down. eventually, the noise starts to lower down as you made you way through the crowd. eyes were glued on you as you follow behind mark. you swiftly clean your glasses with the cloth in your pocket and put them back on.

as your vision starts to become clear, you notice that the one standing beside the girl is the lee taeyong guy from ealier. you walk over to them immediately.

you turn your head slightly to the back, signalling everyone to get back to what they were doing, and as always, they obey and the crowd dispersed itself. you look back to the front to where the cause of the nuisance started.

you eyed the girl intensively, looking up and down, observing every inch of her. you had to admit, she is quite the beauty. perfect wavy brown hair, almond shaped eyes, nicely drawn eyebrowa and plump pink lips. her body in the black tight fitting dress is amazing. it curved her body in all the right places.

you look up to see taeyong and the girl looking back at you with a raised brow. you faked a wide smile. “i dont think its wise to meet your boyfriend right at the gates of school.. especially when you’re this pretty. id fuck you.” you lick your lips teasingly and chuckle soon after.

“bitch the fuck?” mark whispers. you let out a loud, cunning laugh. “or perhaps...”

your eyes immediately connected with taeyong’s. you saw the fear yet a tint of interest in his eyes. you liked it. as you walk past the couple, you run your hand down taeyong’s chest. taeyong freezes as the girl’s mouth gape open, pulling taeyong away instantly with her arm around his waist. “id fuck your boyfriend.”

your head jerks toward taeyong as you whisper into his ear, but loudly enough for the girl to hear. with that, you wink at the both of them and walk off. mark smiles kindly before following behind you.

“that was... wow.” mark says to you, taking out his phone from his back pocket. you sigh, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

“honestly who is dumb enough to meet their significant other just outside campus? they should be taught a lesson. and to think that taeyong guy is new.”

“his name is taeyong?”

you nod. mark nods back in reply as the two of you walk ahead to the small secluded cafe shop nearby where the two of you would usually hang out.

“i really hope i dont see him on friday. does he look like he’s the kind to skip lecture?” you ask, taking a sip of your tea while mark drinks his coffee.

mark shrugs, laying his back against the chair. “i dont think so? he has that ‘bad boy but obedient’ vibes.” you eyebrows furrow, but you slowly nod your head as you start to understand his view of taeyong.

“well i hope he wont let his girlfriend and him cause such commotion again. it took us so long to get out.” you whine, looking at the time on your phone. “we fucking got out like 30 minutes after! you know how much i hate getting off campus late.”

mark chuckles, running his hand through his hair. “we know, sweetie. we know.”

“dont call me that i swear-”

“suckass.”

“bitch.”

the two of you laugh happily and take a sip of your drinks at the same time before discussing about today’s lecture.

friday comes and you see the gifts placed neatly on your table yet again. you roll your eyes and slouch into your seat. you are now too tired to even throw away the gifts and you give up doing so.

more people soon start to fill the seats of the lecture hall. when the professor walks in, you notice that the seat beside you is empty. you purse your lips into a thin line and shrug your shoulders, thinking that taeyong isnt going to come today.

“taeyong. its only your second day yet you’re already late.” your head lifts up from your table to see taeyong standing by the door. you rest your chin on the palm on your hand as you were intrigued by him again like the first time you saw him on wednesday. why? you dont even know yourself.

taeyong rushes in and sits down next to you. what surprised you is the fact that the same girl is standing outside. the murmurs and whispers come again. you swear you can get a headache from it.

you see her blowing a kiss to taeyong, making everyone shout and fangirl over her before she leaves and the hall is back to being silent. you turn your head to taeyong, who immediately look back at you.

“is she that crazy over you?” you ask, taking out your pen and beginning writing notes. “yeah. but i fucking hate it.” taeyong replies. you chuckle lowly as your eyes remain on the projector yet you could see taeyong blinking his eyes, as if you had an effect on him.

“she seems rich. you’re after her money, arent you?”

“it’s because i cant get away from her parents.”

“hm its also for the money. i can tell.” you look down at his outfit, a lot of it are designer and authentic clothing items. you laugh softly with amusement.

“why are people scared of you?” your eyes immediately darkens and you slowly turn your head to face taeyong, staring down at him. taeyong sucks air into his cheeks and glances somewhere else. laughing quietly at his reaction, you smile softly.

“let’s just say i have a bad reputation. yet im popular for some reason. its seriously annoying.”

taeyong looks down at the gifts that you have thrown off your table. “i can tell. you seem bold and intimidating.”

you take out your phone to scroll through your social medias in boredom. “bold and intimidating huh? you’re an interesting one. i like it.” you glance at the clock when you hear people starting to pack up. you too start to pack up as well.

taeyong is still seated on his seat, writing down the notes he missed from talking to you. you figured that he couldn’t multitask like you. before you stand up to get out of the hall you turn to taeyong. again it looked like his senses were all heightened and he’s being wary of you.

you got closer to him, faces inches apart. he didn’t move at all. his eyes still on you. you smirk softly, licking your bottom lip as you eyed him narrowly like looking at a delicious candy.

“looks like you arent intimidated by me. i like you.” you whispers softly, laughing loudly as you see mark waiting for you at the door. you quickly got up and went to mark. as the two of you exited the hall, you look back to taeyong. he’s still glued to his seat, not moving, his mouth gaping open slightly.

“oi let’s go.” you hear mark shout as you notice him already walking away. you smirk widely and follow behind mark.

“im sorry what?”

“let me cheat on her with you.”

“no.”

you glare at taeyong as you take a bite from your meal. you and taeyong are having lunch on campus together and it never fails to have eyes glued onto you whenever you’re with taeyong. you’re only option is to hang out with tayeong since mark didnt come today. you have yet to ask him why.

“come on please! if she sees me with someone like you she’ll be too scared to get near me then i can finally break up with her.” taeyong whines, grabbing your cup of iced tea and taking a sip.

“protect your reputation, taeyong. look around. you being with me is already giving people a bad impression of you.” taeyong does what you say, looking around and realising that a lot of people were staring at you two. he turns back to find you picking on your food.

“you’re the only one i know around here. itll only be until me and her break.”

you eyes trailed up from your food to meet taeyong’s. you put your fork down and sat up straight, tilting your head slightly. “what’s in it for me?” people around you know very well that wouldnt do something without getting something back in return. it didnt take taeyong long to know that due to the constant whispers about you around campus.

“ill let you have the money she gives me?” taeyong says nervously. you click your tongue. you were definitely intrigued when taeyong says the word ‘money’. taeyong smiles sheepishly as he waits for your answer.

“ill do it.” taeyong’s face lits up in an instant. you however were smiling devilishly, looking down at your prey. “get ready though. im not an easy one.”

taeyong blinks his eyes rapidly. his eyes definitely says he’s intimidated. but his body says otherwise, looking calm and composed.

“i know. itll be fun.” your eyes widen slightly as you see taeyong smirking under his soft smile. you raise your eyebrows and chuckle in amusement.

“oh im sure it will, ty.”

“you sure that’ll work?” you roll your eyes and rub your temples. you lost count of how many times you have tried to explain the plan to taeyong.

“you said she comes here to have coffee before she picks you up right? she doesnt know we ended early today so we’ll probably run into her. then i’ll just flirt with you or something. just follow my lead.” taeyong nods slowly.

you shrug your shoulders and let your body sink into the comfortable seat. you and taeyong are at a pretty high class cafe and it felt good to drink some quality tea instead of the cheap ones you have to put up with living as a broke college student.

you drink your tea as you eyed taeyong. he looks anxious, constantly looking out the window and sucking his draw despite his cup already being empty. you groan to catch taeyong’s attention. “you need to chill. have you never flirt with anyone before?” taeyong shakes his head, biting his straw. you gape your mouth and clap your hands.

“no way! you’re good looking. you cant tell me that snobby girl is the only one you ever dated.”

“she is.”

you choked on your drink, proceeding you laugh hysterically. taeyong furrows his eyebrow. “you better find a better girlfriend once you break up with her ty.” taeyong frowns, running his hand through his silk soft-looking hair. “im not interested in dating.” taeyong mumbles. you only hum in response.

looking up from taeyong, you see the girl walking down the street, about to enter the cafe. you tapped taeyong’s hand quickly, making him flinch.

“okay she’s coming, act natural. like how we are now.”

“wait what i-”

you immediately peck his lips to shut him up. taeyong widens his eyes in shock, his body completely frozen at your touch. you smirked widely as you see the girl standing outside, with her eyes filled with anger and her hand clenching into fists tightly. you chuckle in an evil manner. “her she comes.” you whisper in a sing-song tone.

taeyong looks straight at the door as she finally steps into the cafe and stomps over to your table. you smile widely, putting in your innocent act.

“who’s she, tae?” taeyong doesn’t reply, looking at you. you raise both your eyebrows and roll your eyes. slowly, your fingers crawl up to taeyong’s hand on the table, touching his fingers as you jerked your head to her.

“a friend.” taeyong replies simply.

she scoffs. you ran your hand through your hair. “and why are you guys here?”

you click your tongue and chuckle lowly. you look at her, noticing that she’s eyeing you like a prey. clearly she’s jealous right now. with her arms crossed and eyes. you knew.

“we finished quite early actually. you dont mind me hanging out with him, do you? im sure you know he’s new and im his only friend.” you say softly, turning to taeyong and biting your lip seductively. a smirk slowly creeped up taeyong’s mouth. you’re surprised that he suddenly looks confident rather than the first time you two met when he was looking all intimidated and nervous around you.

“yeah, its true.” taeyong winks playfully at you. you only hum in response before looking up to the girl. she furrows her eyebrows in anger.

“hm you wanna hang out with him, right? alright ill leave.” you stand up and shove your phone into your back pocket. as you walk past behind taeyong, you bend down beside him and got close to his ear, acting as if you were whispering something as you stared at the girl. oh the look on her face. you laugh inside your head. you stand up straight and ran your fingers seductively behind taeyong’s shoulders before exiting the cafe. you could have sworn that you heard her growling under her breathe.

“you should have seen the look on her face!” you laugh crazily, slamming your hand against your thigh and taking another sip of mark’s drink. you were too lazy to buy your own.

“man why didn’t you tell me all this before?! i would have followed you guys and watch the shit go down.” mark whines. you grin widely and shake your head.

“im so sorryy.” you take in deep breathes to calm yourself down.

“taeyong must have been surprised when he sees you go into that mode. i remember the first time you helped me get my parents to not force me to be in relationships after they knew im “dating” someone like you.” mark chuckles.

“well he was shocked at first. but he surprisingly acted well.”

mark nods his head. you sigh as you look around the campus and you see taeyong walking with his headphones on. you smile softly.

“if you’ll excuse me, ill put on my ‘cheating’ role now and go to taeyong. text me alright!” you stand up from your seat and did you signature handshake with mark before speeding over to where taeyong was.

your hand loops around his arm as you pull him close. taeyonh flinches but relaxes when he notice it’s you. “so how did she react?” you ask, walking happily.

taeyong shrugs and takes off his earpiece, unplugging it from his phone and shoving it into his tote bag. “she was definitely jealous. she gave me a lecture on how i shouldnt be with you cuz you looked like a bitch.” you gasp sarcastically, placing your hand on your chest as you gaped your mouth widely. taeyong chuckles at your reaction.

“a bitch? what about her? tsk..” you roll your eyes.

“i can safely assure you that you’re way better than her.” you laugh in response.

“of course i am.” you wink at taeyong. “also what’s her name? you never told me.”

“soyoung. oh by the way.” taeyong stops in his tracks. you stop as well and let your arm off taeyong’s. taeyong digs into his tote bag. after awhile, he pulls out money. you smile almost immediately.

“she gave it to me. in a way to bribe me not to hang out with you.” you lean forward and snatch the money away and counted it. and boy was it a lot of money.

“she’d pay this much for you to stay away from me? she really is a bitch.” you slid the money into your wallet.

“too bad though. she’ll be seeing me with you more often.” you start to walk forward, but you stop and turn your head back. taeyong was standing still and staring at you. you see him snap out of hid thoughts and shake his head before walking towards you.

“sorry about that. let’s go.” you only shrug your shoulders as the two of you walk out of campus.

“you’re meeting her this sunday?” taeyong nods. you look around taeyong’s apartment. it wasnt big, big enough for two people but he’s the only one lving here. the decor is simple and he place doesn’t look messy. you figured it suited him well.

“we’ll be together before you’re suppose to meet her and have her see us together.”

taeyong widens his eyes and tilts his head. “that’ll be intense.” you raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

“isnt that what cheating is all about, ty?” you shake your head, acting disappointed. you hear him let out a ‘tsk’. you laugh.

“all right. looks like you’re taking me out sunday night. ill dress up.”

“dont you always dress up? your outfits upstages everyone when i see you on campus.”

you peck taeyong’s cheek playfully. taeyong jumps back at your sudden move. you smiled widely.

“you know i always look good.”

you suddenly feel taeyong pulling you and placing you on his lap. you tilt your head in confusion. “what’s this?”

taeyong’s breathing slows down as his eyes glaze your face intensively, as if admiring every inch of it.

“sounds weird but i find you very fucking hot.. its irresistible.” taeyong whispers, raising his hand to twirl a section of your hair around his fingers.

“oh and please book me a grab home. im heading out now so text me aites.” you stand up from the couch and wave to taeyong before leaving his apartment and closing the door.

as you were waiting for taeyong to pick you up on his motorbike, you look down at your outfit. you’re wearing a really short grey pleated skirt with a white lace bralette and a oversized checkered blazer as an outerwear. you don’t usually wear skirts often, but you did need to play the part of being revealing so as to “attract” taeyong’s attention. you put the quotations on attract but you dont even know if taeyong would be attracted or not. you slightly hoped that he would for some reason.

you see a motorbike coming to a halt. you walk towards it as taeyong gets off. he takes off his helmet, ruffling his hair as he went to the trunk. you blink your eyes rapidly as you’ve never seen taeyong look this good. you snap out of your thoughts when taeyong passed you your helmet. the both of you wear the helmets at the same time as you give way for taeyong to get on the bike. after adjusting a little, taeyong jerks his head to gesture you to get on.

“sit properly if you dont want guys staring at your exposed thighs.” taeyong says, his voice being muffled by the shield of helmet. you pull your down your skirt slightly and rest your hand on your thighs, waiting for him to take off, but he doesn’t.

“put your hands somewhere else. it’s dangerous.”

“ouh right right..” you look at your sides to find any handles to hold onto but there weren’t any. you stare down at his back. shurgging, you wrap your arms around his waist and interlock your fingers togther. taeyong turns his head to you and looks forward before starting the mottorbike and driving. you dont even know where you’re headed but oh well.

after a drive of about 20 minutes, you finally feel the motorbike stop. you look beside you and notice there was a restaurant. a very high class one. you gap your mouth open in disbelief as you get off the bike and take off your helmet.

“you have dates to these places often?” you turn around to face taeyong who sighs and gets close to you to take your helmet, nodding slowly.

you scoff, your eyes scanning the entrance of the place up and down. you feel taeyong’s hand snake around your waist. “let’s not go inside yet.” you raise an eyebrow.

“then where are we going?”

taeyong leads you to the entrance of the restaurant, where there are benches aligned. you nod your head once taeyong take a seat on the bench and sit doen beside him.

“the place is secluded so id normally see people making out around here.” taeyong comments, glancing at his phone to check the time.

“well there’s a bar a few blocks down so i guess that’s why.” you only nod in response, looking in front as you watch the cars drive by. it made you think of one thing. “wait what does her car look like-“

taeyong swiftly wraps his arm around your waist and pull you on his lap. you blink at him as he jerks his head to the back of you. you assume that she arrived. you arch your back and let your hair flow down on one shoulder before wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. taeyong’s grip on your waist tightens as you ran you hand through his hair and tilt your head to deepen the kiss even more. you felt taeyong’s hand roaming from your waist to your thigh, going up and down slowly.

for some reason, you were enjoying it. his lips on yours. you felt his hunger, neediness for you as he held you close as if to claim you’re his. you felt the same nonetheless. you liked it a lot. the two of you knew very well that this isnt acting anymore. it was real. the heat and needy tension. you didnt feel such a thing in a long time.

you suddenly flinch when you felt a hand on your shoulder, pushing you off taeyong’s lap. you turn around. “oh look who’s here! its soyoung.”

“the fuck did i just saw you doing with taeyong?” soyoung pushes you back further.

“i was about to have dinner with taeyong here.. but id figure it would be better to get free appetisers instead of having to pay for one.” you say confidently, brushing your thumb over you bottom lip as your eyes stared into hers.

soyoung scoffs and folds her arms. she looks down at your outfit. “you’ve been trying to seduce taeyong from the very start.” soyoung mutters under her breathe. you tilt your head as you grin widely.

“of course that’s what i’ve been doing idiot. taeyong really enjoys being with me though.” you turn your head to taeyong who was smirking widely and eyeing your outfit hungrily.

soyoung rubs her temples. with no words coming out her mouth, she turn away and walks to her car, getting into the driver’s seat and driving off. you slowly turn your head to taeyong who’s mouth is wide open. you laugh hysterically.

“oh my fucking god that was awesome!” you shout, clapping as you sit back down beside taeyong. taeyong smiles widely. “you really do have it in you.” taeyong compliments. you nudge his arm. “if you say you underestimated me i will beat you up.”

“please do. ruin me. every single moment i spend with you makes me fall and want you more. i love the dangerous side of you,”

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shepherds-of-haven · 3 years

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Did you name your novels or were they just ShoH 1, ShoH 2, ShoH 3, etc.? (If yes, can you also tell their names please?)

Hi there, thanks for the question! In my head they were Volumes 1-20-something--actually, if you’ll believe it, in my head for a long time I named the books after colors, and somehow kept track... but at some point I did put a formal list of potential titles together. I never used the “real” titles mentally, except for The Bridge of Bones, Fortress of the Dead, and the books in Series II and III: I still remember thinking of the first book in Series I as “red” and the second book as “orange”... 😬 And the files/scenes in each book were labelled “aaa”, “bb”, “++”. The more letters there were, the number of times the scene had been rewritten (so “a” was a first draft of the first scene in the book, and “aaa” was the same scene, but more polished... what was I thinking?)

Anyway, I had to go digging to remember my ideas for the titles of some of the earlier books, so please forgive any cringyness lol, I was pretty young when I wrote Series I! I also don’t know if these are all of the ShoH novels--these are just the main chronological ones, but there were some spin-offs and AUs that I don’t name here!

Series I: World Without End

The Witching Wheel

Blood and Fire

Gunpowder Magic

Battle Mage

The Knife That Spoke

Oathbreaker

Shadowsight

The Code of War

The City of Midnight

The Foundling’s Soul

The Silver Covenant

The Gates of the Earth

Child of the Stars

Series II: The Storm of the Worlds

The Thunder March

The Lightning War

The Conquered Sky

Series III: The Land of the Gods

The Eternal Sea

The Country Cloaked in Moon

Bridge Series:

Fortress of the Dead

The Bridge of Bones

The Razor Crown

The God-King’s Sun

Series IV: The Naming of All Things

Harlequin

Valkyrie

Jeremiad

The Council of Kingmakers

Canticle of the Namer

The Blessed Isles

Read below if you want as concise of an explanation for these titles as I can provide!

In case you’re curious, Series I up until Battle Mage follows the protagonist, Arainia, as a young girl (I think 11 or 13) after the death of her mother, being sent to Solhadur amidst family conflict with her father and older sister, her various adventures there at school (meeting Red, Pan, Neon, etc.), graduating, attempting to join the Ket army (it’s complicated), and then deciding to join the Shepherds at around 18 or 19. She undergoes training in the academy, joins her squad (this is where Trouble, Riel, Chase, Halek, and the rest come in), and becomes a Shepherd officer alongside her childhood best friend Blade in Battle Mage. The Knife that Spoke and onward details various missions, investigations, battles, recruitments, and adventures that they all embark on as young adults into their twenties, with some books following different perspectives in the squad (Blade, Riel, Trouble, Chase, Halek, Red, Wintry, and Junoth [the last two not in the game] all get their turn narrating a book or at least a large part of one), with Shery, Ayla, Mimir, Lavinet, Tallys, Neon, Croelle, and many other characters featuring heavily. Around this time, civil war is brewing between the Elves, Ket, and certain factions of Mages, and Endarkened attacks soon begin to rise as the Order struggles to keep the peace.

Series II details the outbreak of total world war that is essentially the Castigation in the game, with Western Norm kingdoms and territories suddenly and unexpectedly marching on the East--except in the novels, demons and demon armies are also involved, and the war is ultimately averted/ended in a truce as both sides finally unite to confront the Endarkened. It’s during this time period that Riel defects and seemingly betrays the group in favor of “the other side.” Blade is also seemingly killed at the end of the first book of this series and doesn’t reappear again until the third book, Arainia is captured and held as a prisoner of war all while thinking her best friend is dead, and it’s an upsetting time for everybody. Junoth also actually dies. RIP. Croelle pops in to save the day!

Series III details the aftermath of the war and a mission to find unoccupied land for displaced factions of soldiers, diplomats, traders, and civilians from the Norm territories (led by Riel), leading to a voyage across the Mirror Sea to explore the vast continent to the south of Blest, called colloquially “the Land of the Gods.” The second book in this series is also when Blade and Arainia FINALLY confess their feelings for each other and get together, and the big love triangle in the series is finally mostly settled. Oh, but things also aren’t perfect because the Order forbids relationships between officers (like they’ll actually be fired, not Blade’s lame rule in the game lmao), so they live in fear of being discovered because neither wants to quit being a Shepherd! Their hope is that Blade will be named Commander when the current one resigns, and then he can just... change the rule LOL.

The Bridge Series has some companion novels that take place in between Series III and IV; Fortress of the Dead is Croelle-centric (this is when he informally joins the Order in the books) and The Bridge of Bones details some political bullshit and coups and conspiracies within the Order when its Commander dies unexpectedly and seemingly names a shady outsider (Edric) as the new Commander instead of Blade. The group is placed on different squads to split them up and prevent rebellion from brewing (it happens anyway), and it’s all very crazy. This is also when Lavinet sort of becomes a good guy, Shery becomes a badass, Shyf Cian first appears as the HR rep everyone hates, and this book is also pretty Chase-centric (he pretty much saves the day) and features a Mage serial killer, a psychopathic criminal syndicate leader, and an evil Changeling! I think it’s my favorite novel of the series. From what I remember, The Razor Crown and The God-King’s Sun are just super angsty for no good reason other than I guess I felt like writing a lot of angst--though the God-King’s Sun is also the first appearance of a true Autarch in the series.

By the time we get to Series IV, the characters are in their thirties, settling into adulthood and their respective roles in life. Blade finally assumes command of the Order, Blade and Arainia get married, Halek and Wintry have a baby (Kana!), Halek turns 33 and has a life crisis, Arainia gets pregnant (and then kidnapped for a large part of her pregnancy lolll), Riel and Chase finally make reluctant peace, some other stuff happens, uh there’s some Mimir stuff in there, Red successfully makes a trip to another world, and Arainia gives birth to a Ket-Mage son in... I think it was either The Canticle of the Namer or The Blessed Isles.

So... yeah! 28+ main novels, and I’m still going, just for me! 😂 I tend to write a lot of AUs of the series in my off-time, though sometimes the AUs are just “what if this took place in the same world but things are totally different--like what if they were politicians instead of Shepherds, what if the Shepherds functioned differently due to a different historical event occurring, what if the Castigation happened but it was Mages who instigated it, what if they were soldiers in a war 5000 years before the main series takes place, etc.”; or they take place in totally different worlds, like the characters as cops in a modern world that has cell phones and cars but also still has the Diminished races and magic somehow!

Thanks for your question, and for reading this long talk! 😅

#...#damn #that's a lot when you list it out lol i just usually hazily think of it as a handful of books but it's like 30 D:#some of these are novellas though!#most of the bridge series except for the bridge of bones are #Shepherds of Haven #ironically 'shepherds of haven' was never used as a title #novel #novels #original novel #original novels #titles #long #long post #anon

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Summer bummer- Chapter.3

word count- 1.9k

Summer bummer- pt.3

Pairing- Harry x reader

(a reality tv au)

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The confessional room was hot when Y/n stepped in, she had a few things to get off her chest. Some personal feelings, the finger banging session with Harry from two nights ago and a phone call she had gotten that was really dampening her mood.

She closed the door and turned the camera on, sitting herself in front of the green screen taking a deep breath before starting. “So, these last few days have been kinda crazy…me and Harry have been getting closer and fooled around some. I feel a bit nervous because I think I might actually like him and I know with how dating goes in situations like this it can end horribly especially if he only sees me as a hookup. I also got a call from my sister and she was telling me how she went to my apartment and saw my ex had trashed it after finding out I’m on the show. He even stole my locket with a picture of me and my best friend in it which had nothing to do with him!...” she didn’t want to cry. The asshole didn’t deserve her tears, but it was a shitty feeling and he violated her home so she was really upset.

“It just…god it sucks. We’ve been here for 2 months so we only have one left, and part of me doesn’t want it to be over…I don’t want to have to fuckin’ deal with the shit back home and I wanna see Harry…but we don’t always get what we want I guess so I’m fucked I guess.”

She turned the camera off, exiting the room to make her way to the kitchen to get a snack before sulking outside to have a smoke and mull things over in her head, she couldn’t decide if she was happy or more anxious when she saw Harry sitting on the patio nursing his hangover cure beverage since he’d gone out the night before but Y/n was too upset to.

“Hey love” he settled into the outdoor sofa scooting to make room for the younger girl, patting the cushion for her to sit. “Look a bit down there girlfriend, penny for your thoughts?”

Y/n shook her head slightly lighting her cigarette, “don’t wanna be a Debby downer, seems like you already got a headache” Harry gave her a ‘tsk’ before scooting closer to her. “Nonsense, tell me. been fingers deep in you before, don’t gotta feel vulnerable talkin’ to me.” Y/n lightly smacked his shoulder looking at one of the cameras pointed at the pair getting a little pink tinge to her cheeks. “shush, fine…I’m sad. My sister called and told me my piece of shit ex broke into my apartment and trashed it since he found out I was here. He’s insane, he spray painted ‘whore’ and other shit all over the walls and stole some of my jewelry. And I’m just really conflicted, and I-“ she rubbed her eyes lightly “-I’m sad because we don’t have much time left here, and I like you and don’t want to go home and never see you again…”

Harry smiled at her, bringing her closer to him so her head rested on his chest while her body laid on the couch. “Hey, first and foremost I don’t plan to never see ya’ again. I like ya’ too. Second, want me to deal with that shit head? I’ll go back with you when filming wraps and I’ll beat his ass and help you clean everything up, yea?” she simply nodded and hugged herself closer to him. One of her worries now fading, but she still had a lot on her plate.

While the rest of the house was grooming themselves to go out to another club tonight, Y/n was just finishing her shower changing into some comfy clothes and toweled off her hair opting to stay home tonight not exactly in the party mood.

she had thought she was home alone, but Harry soon made his presence known by knocking on her bedroom door clad in some sweatpants but missing a shirt. “You didn’t go out with them?” Y/n questioned while sitting up in bed, letting Harry enter her shared room.

“Nah, decided to stay in with ya’. What kind of man would I be if I let you stay home all alone when you’re sad? Like you too much to do that poppet cmon scoot over.”

She complied, shuffling over to the right side of the twin sized mattress letting the tall man squeeze himself in her sheets. “C’mere give me a cuddle sweetheart.” His arms opened and his warm chest drew her in, her fingers tracing the butterfly tattoo on his upper stomach as they talked.

“Bout’ what you said earlier, how would you feel about goin’ out with me y/n? think we could give it a shot hmm?” He got exactly the response he hoped for, her head tilted up to look at him, happy eyes and a shy nod. “Yea! Really? You’re not pullin’ m’ leg right?” “course not, think I want ya’ to be my girl.”

Y/n was ecstatic, the sadness seeming to go into hiding for the time being while she kissed the man. Her fingers weaving into his hair as she let him drag her body on top of his, pulling her duvet over the two of them so the cameras didn’t get a proper eye full of their private moment. The most he was willing to ket those cameras pick up was the clicking noises of their kisses.

When Y/n pulled away from the kiss momentarily she used the time to make a request,

“Can you finally fuck me now? Please? I’ll be a good girl I promise” her words were whispered but they still had the same affect, a smirk growing on Harry’s face and a stirring of his cock in the sweats. “Yea? Want me to fuck you now that you’re my girl? You’re going to be good and take it all right?” Y/n nodded her head quickly while tugging her shirt off quickly tossing it over the bed, not caring about the fact she was basically about to have a sex tape from the cameras littered in the room about to capture her fucking Harry.

They were frantic, tired of waiting and so they made quick work of their clothes, Y/ now in only her panties and Harry in his now painfully tight boxer briefs, “Take me out pet, go ahead.” His voice was deep, gravelly, and his accent was thick as tar at this point, letting the younger get tug his cock from his underwear watching it spring to his stomach, and to say she was a bit shocked would fit her current expression. “I…I don’t know if I can take it all…why didn’t you tell me you were so big?” Harry only chuckled, wrapping his fist around himself and giving a few strong tugs to his cock, “didn’’t I tell ya’ the first day that if we had fucked you would know? Kinda hinted that I wasn’t small dove”

“jesus…biggest I had was 7 inches” Harry smirked at her bringing her face forward to kiss her again, “First time for everything, including taking your first 9 inch cock huh?” Harry wasn’t shy, he was quite sure of himself and happy with his package, and Y/n was too far gone to even think about backing out now, she didn’t want to. “Take your panties off, you got any condoms in here?” the girl nodded pointing to the night stand next to her bed while she dragged her underwear off her body leaving her completely bare under the blankets. Harry fished the rubber out and brought his hands back under the blankets to rip it open flipping so she was laying under him allowing her to put the condom on for him, smiling slightly watching her use both of her small hands to roll it down his cock. It was a snug fit, he decided next time he’d supply the condom so it fits a bit more comfortably but for now it would do.

Before he started Harry made sure the comforter was covering them as he judged the side of his tip between her folds smiling when he saw how huge the crown looked even before he entered her, yet he looked up when her small hand rested on his lower stomach, “Go slow at first please? It’s been a while and you’re really big.” Harry cooed slightly, nodding as he pushed his tip in slowly. He slowly got about 5 inches in before he felt her muscles tense, causing a great deal of resistance halting his actions noticing her pinched up a bit, “You alright baby?” “Y-yea, just burns a little from the stretch…” “it’s alright yea? Gotta relax so I don’t hurt you…there you go ah shit” he tried to keep his mumbling quiet while he got the majority of himself in her, the tightness almost painful yet he fucking loved it.

Soon enough they found themselves in a rhythm, his hips snapping into hers while she dug her heels into his bum while rolling her clit between her fingers in quick tight circles. Their moans weren’t so quiet anymore, but they didn’t care they felt too good to keep the noise minimal.

“feel’s good now huh? Tell me how I’m makin’ ya’ feel pet.” His breathing was rapid and labored while he tucked his face into her neck, Y/n let out another moan before replying “Good, so fuckin’ good. Feel full can feel you in my tummy…ah daddy.” She couldn’t help the dirty name slipping through her lips, her head was swimming and her body was vibrating. Her orgasm approaching sooner than later, and Harry couldn’t help but eat that shit up.

“Daddy huh? Fuck that’s hot, got daddies cock in ya’ don’t you doll?” Y/n nodded quickly her toes pointing as she came. She couldn’t hold it back anymore, she didn’t want to anyway. Her cunt clamped down on him making him choke on his moans while she had a rather intense orgasm, thanks to him.

“There you go, that’s a good girl…Daddies good girl cummin’ hard aren’t ya? Christ I’m gonna fuckin’ bust doll face.” Harry was in heaven, his balls pulling back into his body while he emptied himself into the condom going stiff while he finished. His muscles going to stone with the overwhelming pleasure causing Y/n to writhe beneath him.

Once he gained composure, he noticed Y/n’s droopy eyes and quivering body, pushing on his stomach slightly telling him ‘it’s too much’ finally taking a deep breath as he removed himself from inside her slipping the condom off and tying it before tossing it in the trash.

“Did a good job dove. Proud of ya’, took my whole cock.” The girl nodded, sleepy flutters of her lashes giving him the hint she was near falling asleep. “gonna be sore tomorrow aren’t i?” Harry chuckled a little tugging her into his side, “Probably, but don’t worry daddy will carry you around if ya need me too.”

(I hate this chapter, I’m not proud of it. It’s somewhat of a filler chapter to give some body to the piece while setting some updates to help the story flow better after this chapter. They boned so be happy with that sluts. Love ya xx h)

#harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles smut #harry styles au #harry styles series #harry styles concepy #harry styles blurb #harry styles

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modern-inheritance · 1 day

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Alright I have the zoom panels done but, haha, as previously mentioned, that consists of only 1.1 seconds of the fucking thing so I'm just gonna work on the two exhale frames and then go back to tinkering with whump.

Why do i keep wanting to torture this elf. Why. why does this give me serotonin. Or endorphins? I can't remember which one. Ask Glen, he'd know.

*rattling cage*

#ket's going crazy again

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onerandomadventureatatime · 3 years

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I wasn’t sure what to do with how I’m feeling. So, I decided to write… Without any edits…without overthinking (as I tend to do). Ketting go (Letting go) of the need to be perfect. I make mistakes, it is okay. This is the first step in giving myself the permission to let go…completely.

Yesterday, I found out my ex had a new girlfriend. I cried. It wasn’t surprising because I was still in love with him. I didn’t want to move on, even though the break up had been months prior, a part of me was trying to become better for him. I knew that we probably weren’t going to end up together but that push that things may work out gave me comfort. Not even a year ago, I was in such a dark place after things ended. I had never had such a visceral reaction to a break up..I was lost. My family, my friends gave me the protection I needed to again put one foot in front of the other. I made it out not broken, but damn sure crippled. Limping like a mf…for months after, still being involved with each other didn’t help at all. Those breakups that are breakups but aren’t really breakups…I don’t know what I was thinking, thinking that was a good idea. For months holding on.. with the hope that one day he would see what I saw, in myself, in himself, in us…The one thing that has been a flaw of mine, is holding onto what could’ve been. I realized that sometimes we fall in love with the dream of what could be, instead of what actually is. And it’s a hell of a feeling to work through and let go of. Being in love with the future can be more dangerous than being in love itself.

So yea, when he told me, it hurt. I allowed myself to feel the pain, the anger, the sadness…I drove around listening to Burna Boy. Definitely probably scared some people driving next to me…like why is she whining in her seat while tears are poruing down…absolutely in a crazy state. (I apologize if you were one of the unfortunate drivers to witness it). But it was interesting, after about a hour…ok, honestly about 3 hours, of driving around..going nowhere…just wasting my gas..I felt a wave I didn’t expect. One of relief. He was doing what I didn’t have the strength to do…let go. And in my moment of understanding what was happening, I realized, it was setting me up to finally move on. Because it was going to have to be him to move on first.. I would’ve been by his side forever. After the years of being in his life (we met in college, when I was just a young grasshopper…I’m wiring (writing – mistake number 3 but hey who’s counting) this about to turn 28.), I couldn’t envision my life without him. It wasn’t even possible..in some ways it’s still not…not right now anyways because I haven’t fully let go. I know the day will come that I let go and it’ll get better. I romanticized who we were individually, and together for that reason. In some ways, we had the unfortunate reality of growing together. All the mistakes that come with being young, figuring out life, not knowing who you want to be, how to treat others fully…just out having fun, twerking, drinking, living young wild and free. It definitely can have consequences.

I told myself for a long time, I just wish we had met after we had figured ourselves out. We caused each other a lot of pain. As I’ve grown though (and I can tell how much I’ve grown by even making this statement), I’m so appreciative to have had him in my life. Much of who I am is because of the lessons I learned from him being in my life. Yes, it didn’t work out, but I would be lying if I said I wish we had never had the journey we had together.

To my ex, thank you. (A tear literally just rolled down as I typed that line…it could be this blues music in the background definitely isn’t helping…it really does hit different when you know your baby is no longer yours..but damn, it sure does sound good so I’m going to type through the tears…hoping that my dog doesn’t look over here like wtf is wrong with her). Thank you. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have been able to say that and actually mean it…I know I’ve said it before after we broke up but to be honest, I had my own motives. I didn’t mean it fully. I was still in pain.. I’m still in pain now but back then it was a pain formed from anger. Now, it’s a pain centered in gratitude. I’m happy for you. I thank you for allowing me to experience you in this life. (Tears again, damn it). It’s sad the experience has come to an end but reflecting on it all, the good, the bad, the ugly and everything in between, the only desire I have is to say thank you. I know you’ll be great in life – I’ll always be rooting for you from the sidelines, hersh.

Now I’ll go and figure out how to heal, truly. This starts day 1 of the 90-day journey. I’m going to journal openly each day. I know it’s therapeutic for me..in some ways because I still have an issue with vulnerability..but I’m taking a step to change. I figured you never know what someone else is going through, and I know in searching for some way out of this pain, I turned to videos and blogs. Words of strangers that resonated with me so much, I was able to find some comfort on the days that my heart hurt too much to leave the bed. If that is you, reading this, it gets better. It takes time, but it gets better. I won’t act like I have all the answers but I know now that I don’t need them. I don’t need to be perfect. All I need is to walk in faith. One foot at a time. Thank you God for leading me.

Stay tuned on this new adventure.

#open heart #heartbreak #breakup #heartache #moving on #letting go #acceptance #healing #personal growth

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 20 – Sniffles

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Bang Chan

Caregiver: Stray Kids (mostly Felix)

Changbin‘s POV.:

3racha was currently sitting in Chan‘s studio producing new songs for our next comeback. Chan sat in front of the computer, showing us his latest tracks but somehow today didn‘t seem to be his day. He was constantly searching for the folders he had saved his work in but seemed to get lost in the depths of his memory card. I look over at Jisung, trying to catch his eye but he was too focused on the computer screen. Picking up my phone, I opened a chat to text Jisung:

B = Binnie; J = Jisung

B: Does Chan seem off to you too?

J: Define „off“

B: I don‘t know, maybe he has a headache, he‘s squinting at the screen and he‘s usually a lot more oriented searching for files.

J: He probably slept too little again, leave him be.

And with that I did but I couldn‘t help but have a bad feeling in my gut. Half an hour later, we decided to take a break and go get lunch. For lunch we decided to get some spicy noodles from a place close to the company building. We ordered take out and went back to the studio, why all of us had gone out to pick our food up, considering we went back to the studio to eat, was a mystery to me but I was thankful for getting up and moving after just sitting there for hours. I made a lucky pick, my meal was really delicious though I had no idea what to expect when I ordered it. While we ate, Jisung and I discussed where we should get our lunch on occasions like this, I personally was already in love with this new noodle restaurant, Jisung on the other hand preferred getting pancakes. It soon ended up with the two of us bickering and teasing each other for our food choices. Chan however didn‘t join our conversation, neither did he really eat. After the first two bites he had started to sneeze frequently, complaining how the spices made his nose tingle. It was kind of funny so Jisung and I soon started teasing him too. We finished our meal laughing, well, Jisung and I did. Chan just threw the rest of his noodles out before heading to the bathroom to blow his nose. While he was gone, Jisung spoke up: „I thought about what you said earlier. I think you‘re right, Chan‘s not really himself today. And what was that about? It‘s usually Minho sneezing from spicy food, not him.“ I wanted to reply but right then Chan came back in so I just shot Jisung a meaning full look before getting back to work.

It wasn‘t the same as this morning however, Jisung and I were more focused on studying our leader in an attempt to read him and figure out what was up today. Chan wasn‘t as focused on the computer in front of him either, he kept sniffling and rubbing at his nose with the cuff of his sleeve. Two hours later we accepted defeat, agreeing that we hit a block and wouldn‘t get any further today. Chan would have to leave in thirty minutes anyways to meet with some of our managers so we saved our files and packed up. Right as we were about to go on our different ways I stopped Chan for a moment: „Hyung, are you sure you‘re alright? You seemed a bit off to day and it‘s not like you to react to spicy food the way you did.“ – „I‘m fine, Binnie.“ – „You‘re sure you‘re not sick?“, Jisung piped in pretty straight forward. „Just caught a bit of the sniffles, Sungie. I‘m alright. Anyways, I need to get going, meet you later at the dorm.“, and with that Chan was gone.

Turning to me Jisung frowned: „What does he mean? What are the sniffles?“ I had no idea so I just shrugged: „Let‘s asked Felix when we get back, that‘s certainly some kind of slang they use.“ So we made our way to the dorm, both on our phones as our internet research of the sniffles didn‘t turn up anything.

Felix‘s POV.:

I was in my room playing video games. Since most members were gone and it was only me and Minho home, I was pretty surprised when Jisung came in. Weren‘t they supposed to be back later or did I lose track of time again? I always do when I play. „Hey Lixxie, what are the sniffles?“ Now I was completely caught off guard, what was he talking about? „Where did you here that?“, I questioned. „Chan-hyung was acting off all day and when we asked what was up with him he said he just caught a bit of the sniffles.“, he explained. „Ah, he means he just has a runny nose.“, I explain furrowing my brows. „But…. That‘s a lie. I‘m pretty sure it‘s more than that“, Jisung looked at me utterly confused. „Well, duh, of course it is. We‘re talking about Chan. If he admits that much, it‘s probably a bad cold, otherwise he wouldn‘t even mention it.“, I frown, was hyung sick? We left my bedroom and met Changbin and Minho in the living room. We sat down around the coffee-table and discussed our next steps. Our leader was always taking care of us so well, so we wanted to do the same for him, if our conclusion was correct.

„What if we just all have soup for dinner? Then it wouldn‘t be too suspicious if he doesn‘t want us to take care of him“, Changbin offered. Jisung and I were fast to agree since it was easy picturing Chan-hyung getting defensive. „Alright but I‘ll cook. I have lived alone before, I know how to do it, you would only set the kitchen alight“, Minho decided. So it was decided and Minho got up and went to the kitchen, while I shot Chan a short text to check on him. Jisung and Changbin texted the rest of our members to share the information and ket the in on our plan to help the leader out discreetly.

Chan‘s POV.:

Ugh, I had woken up to a pounding headache this morning. When I had greeted my members at breakfast, my throat was on fire and I just hoped, they didn‘t notice how hoarse I sounded. I had dressed in a thick hoodie and comfortable pants, as I felt a bit shivery. Before heading out to the studio I had taken a painkiller for my headache and chugged it down with some cool water to soothe my throat. At the studio I had really struggled with my laptop, the screen was way too bright and I couldn‘t remember where I had saved my files. I had felt progressively cold so I voted for Changbin‘s idea of getting spicy noodles in hopes to warm me up. The spices hadn‘t really done me a favor and only led to me sneezing my head off. I was now walking to meet our managers but my nose still hadn‘t stopped running. The rest of 3racha could tell something was up but let it slide when I was willing to acknowledge my runny nose. Using the cuff of my hoodie I dabbed some of the moisture away and prepared myself mentally for the meeting ahead. It was cruel, my nose was constantly itching and running but blowing it would have been very impolite so I just kept sniffling, getting more and more stuffed up as the meeting continued.

Almost two hours later we were done, my voice had gotten raspy with all the talking I had been doing and I thanked our managers nasally for their efforts when we bid goodbye. As soon as I was on my own, I went to the closest restroom and blew my nose. The action sent a strong tingle through my sinuses and I caught two wet sneezes in a paper-towel. Feeling downright sick now, I splashed some water on my face to rid myself of the drowsy feeling that came with my cold. How am I going to keep this from my dongsaengs? I don‘t want them to worry as I am usually the strong one who watches out for them. After washing my hands I pulled out my phone only to find a message from my fellow Aussie:

F: hey, you doing alright? Jisung was really confused what you meant by „sniffles“

I sighed, I should have known better than telling them, at least I should have chosen my words differently. I typed a short reply before putting my phone away:

C: I‘m ok, just a little cold. I‘ll be back in a few minutes anyways. See you

And with that I exit the restroom heading back to the dorm. Arriving there I quickly changed into sweatpants, stuffed a few clean tissues into the pockets and met the rest of my members in the living room.

Changbin‘s POV.:

Minho had gone straight to the kitchen to prepare some soup as we waited for the rest of the group to return for dinner. Our leader was the last to return, arriving with a cough before disappearing to his room. When he came to meet us in the living room I couldn‘t help but notice his disheveled appearance. He seemed to have made a fast decline since Jisung and I had left him in the afternoon. The circles around his eyes were darker now and his nostrils had taken on a raw shade of pink. His lips were chapped and slightly parted to allow him to breathe through his mouth. I tried to make eye contact to greet him but his eyes were half closed most of the time and when I finally managed to get a look at them I was shocked at how glossed-over they were. There was no doubt in my mind anymore, Chan-hyung was sick. „Hey, how was the meeting?“, I approached him since he wouldn��t meet my eyes. „It was alright, seemed to drag on forever though“, he replied hoarsely with a forced laugh. „Minho already made dinner, hope you‘re as hungry as we are“, I announced earning a tired smile from our leader who followed me to the dining-table. Minho was handing bowls of soup to everyone. „Thanks Minho. So, the next tour is planned out now, we‘ll get the official schedule within the next few days. It‘s gonna be a bit stressful but it sounds fun“, Chan announced clearing his throat afterwards. „Thank you hyung. How about we us tonight to relax one last time before the schedule starts up?“, Hyunjin proposed receiving hums of approval.

Chan‘s POV.:

I‘m sure they know, they might feel like they‘re being really secretive but I know they would only accept soup for a meal if someone was sick and Hyunjin‘s plan to relax kind of gave it away. It‘s not like I‘d mind, Minho really did well with cooking and the warm liquid soothed my dry throat, besides those kids were eating something healthy for once. However, I‘ll have to finish some editing on my laptop after dinner. Ugh, the steam was making my nose run like crazy and I soon turned into a sniffly mess. Excusing myself I hurried to the bathroom to blow my nose. It hurt since my skin was already quite raw but I tried to clear my airways as much as possible, knowing my nose would just run more as soon as I continued eating. When I returned to the table I caught Changbin watching me and gave him a tired smile which he returned before picking up his own spoon again.

Hyunjin‘s POV.:

We finished our dinner in silence which was very rare in this group, only interrupted by the small wet sniffles coming from our leader. When the table was cleared said leader excused himself to his room and my eyes followed him with a doubtful look. Seungmin put a hand on my shoulder: „He is not going to rest, is he?“ I shook my head unsure. Felix walked past us with a smile: „I‘ll go check. If he doesn‘t I‘ll make him.“ And he was gone with a giggle. I followed him, standing in the door frame and watching the scene unfold in front of me. Chan was standing at his desk about to set up his laptop, unaware of the younger Aussie sneaking up on him. Then suddenly Felix tackled him sideways, away from the desk and onto the bed next to it. „Lixxie, I‘ll have to finish up a few things“, Chan gasped surprised. „No, you‘re not going to work anymore today“, Felix denied climbing on top of the older pinning him down as he tried to get up. Usually Felix would have been no match to the older but today Chan was to weak to fight him off. „Lixxie“ – „No, your favorite Koala wants cuddles“ – „Lix, I need to get up!“ – „No“ – „Lix-„ – „No“, the younger argued with finality. I suppressed a giggle as I watched Chan struggle, what I wasn‘t aware of was how his breath had started to hitch. He tried to twist sideways as much as possible with Felix on top of him and threw his arm over his face, tensing as he sneezed a rough-sounding double into the crook of his elbow. „Ugh, bless me!“, Chan groaned with a sniffle. Felix who was taken by surprise agreed: „Yeah, bless you!“ Catching his breath, Chan started to struggle again but Felix was now laying on top of him wrapping him in a tight hug while at the same time making sure he wouldn‘t get up. „You‘re not gonna move!“, he argued again and apparently Chan had tired himself out because he stopped squirming so much and instead returned the hug. „mhm, ‚m not gonna move“, he mumbled muffled by Felix‘ sweater. Felix made eye contact with me and we exchanged a smile. I ducked out of the room quickly to fetch the fluffy blanket that Felix kept at the foot of his bed. Upon returning I threw the blanket over them receiving a quite „thank you“ from Felix, Chan might already be passed out judging by his calm breathing, so I left after turning off the lights and shutting the door behind me. I‘m confident Felix had it handled.

#sick #sickfic #skz #stray kids #bang chan #fanfic #whumptober #whumptober2020 #fluff

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weirdponytail · 3 years

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I promised pics of the books at the Ket Cave and thus I deliver

There’s a few pics so you can read the titles so if you dont wanna see these I’ve added this handy ‘read more’ for you.

ONWARD!

I’m working on the setup. And yes that light is blinding.

This is just the lower shelf. I’ve decided to keep my Eragon coloring book pages, Peace and Sirenity binder and folder, and all my paints, pencils, art stuff, etc down here.

Main shelf!

Eragon and Eldest, OFC. I’ve not read Prisoner B-3087 yet, I just got it yesterday. Next is Escape from Camp 14, a biography from a defector from NK who grew up in the ‘three generation’ secret prison camps (this isn’t a long past thing, it’s relatively recent). After that is another new book from yesterday, How to Build a Dinosaur because who wouldn’t want that book? Also I’m lacking paleo and geo books. My Side of the Mountain is always worth some rereading imo, it’s a good book.

Now on to the stranger stuff. The Woman with a Worm in Her Head is a book about some of the more whacky infectious disease and parasites and stories about them. The Hot Zone, while completely exaggerating Ebola a disgusting amount, did boost my interest in infectious disease to a level that led me to enrolling as a microbio student when I first started uni before I switched to Geology.

I’d admit, I bought Pandemic ages ago. It was written in the years following the first SARS outbreak, when everyone was terrified of a combination of another SARS outbreak (oh look what we have now!) and post-9/11 bioterrorism fears. I’ve never really been able to finish it, due to being disgusted by the stereotyping at some points, but I figure i should choke through it due to the current situation.

Next is Spillover. 10/10, ALWAYS recommend Spillover, read it (or at least the first two sections or so) BEFORE you read The Hot Zone. It’s gotten more press due to the current pandemic which is good but means it’s kinda hard to find now.

Hey, Fullmetal Alchemist!

The Desserts Cookbook. Mama Cat gave this to me.

What if? is hillarous and super informative. If it helps, the front is a picture of a TRex being lowered into a Sarlacc pit. A guy answers all the crazy questions like ‘what if you collected ALL the elements of the periodic table one by one and placed them in a periodic table?’ (the answer is lots of terrible things) or ‘what if you threw a baseball at the speed of light?’ etc etc. I really recommend this one.

Jurassic Park and The Lost World. Because I’m a motherfluffin’ paleontology student, ofc I needed to read them! I’m actually in the middle of The Lost World right now but had to put it on hold.

The Ends of the World. Extinction events. They’re like crack to me.

Heheheh. Calvin and Hobbs: Yukon Ho! You gotta have some of that in a new place.

Alright, on to the next shelf!

This is the reference shelf. The two books on the far left are Dr Halsey’s ‘journal’ that came with the limited/extra special edition of Halo Reach. I actually bought it off ebay for a ridiculous amount of money that I wont specify, but it was worth it for all the cool notes on SPARTAN-II augmentations (which I frequently use as baseline reference for Modern Inheritance Cycle elves). The second book is The Book of Runes. Because I’ve always had it with me and it always ends up being useful somehow.

Starting from the bottom of the left stack we haaaaave:

A Guide to Nuclear Power Technology: A Resource for Decision Making. Ironically published two years before the Chernobyl disaster. I’ve read the first three chapters. Having a general understanding is a personal choice.

The A to Z of INfectious Diseases. I mentioned I was going into infectious disease before, right? I’ve read that from front to back and wrote some notes on the 2014 Ebola epidemic. I should probably write an entry on Covid at some point too.

Surviving the Wilds of Florida. Quick and handy reference!

That last one is a book about the crafts of Florida’s indigenous peoples. Nice little book.

Second stack, starting from the bottom again!

Gray’s Anatomy. And no, it’s not the compilation of all episode transcripts, that’s the real, dense deal right there. You gotta know what you could be breaking if you’re writing torture and injuries in fanfiction....

Genki 1 and 2. Still trying to keep up with my summer studies.

A Reader’s Guide to R.A. Salvatore’s The Legend of Drizzt. This was given to me by a woman who tutored/babysat me in middle school. She introduced me to LoD, and thus my first introduction to the world of DnD (though i didn’t realize it at the time), and is why I always chose Undercommon as an extra language in DnD. Fantastic series, beautiful art.

That turned book is actually a custom printed book someone made of me through middle and high school and gave as a gift at graduation.

Woop Woop, Eragon coloring book!!

A Practical Guide to Dragons. I think this might be tied in to one of the older DnD editions. It’s still a fun book with lots of different dragons in shapes, sizes and colors.

And that’s it! :D

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"y/n wait up!" you chuckle as your boyfriend runs towards you after a long school day. "hey Gilbert" you smile as he takes your hand intertwining fingers. your hands tingles and he smiles at you. "I'm walking you home" Gilbert says.

the walk was quiet. but not a bad quiet. it was comfortable and calm. you walk past a beautiful flower field full of the most beautiful colors, Gilbert sees you staring. "come" he says and he pulls your arm. you follow him into the colorful field as he spins you around causing you to chuckle. he kisses your forehead before putting you down again. you blush as you lay down in the grass, crushing a few flowers in the progress. Gilbert lays down next to you with a grin on his face. "what are you smiling at blythe?" "you're so beautiful" he says and stares into your eyes. his eyes are sparkling as always. you blush at his words. "you're too sweet" you chuckled and looked at him.

you climbed on top of him and started tickling him. He couldn't control his laughter and he tried to get away from you. "stooohhp" he said and flipped you over. you stopped tickling and smiled at him. he slowly tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned in kissing you passionately. you lay there for what feels like hours and it starts to get late. "I have to go or my father will be worried. you know what he's like" you say pouting. your father was very protective of you. you figured it was normal after losing the love of his life, your mother. "y/n before you go" Gilbert takes your hand. he looks nervous and you raise your eyebrows. "wanna go on a special date tonight?" He smiles and stares deeply into your eyes. "I don't know Gilbert I don't think my father will let me" "please" he pouted. he looked like a puppy dog. "fine I'll try to sneak out." you chuckle "and don't look at me like that" he chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead. "meet me on the beach at midnight. our favorite spot" "I'll see you there. love you!" you say before turning around. "love you too!" Gilberts says letting go of your hand. butterflies are going crazy in your stomach.

god I'm so lucky to have him.

you walk home leaving gilbert in the field with a big smile on his face. he runs towards his house. he starts dancing in excitement. he opens the door throws his coat to the side and starts preparing the date. a blanket, some food, drinks and... a ring. he smiles at the small box in his hand. "what are you so happy about" Bash enters the room. "it's happening tonight" Gilbert says smiling. "what's happening tonight" Bash asks confused. "I told you about this. I'm proposing to y/n" "ah finally" Bash says nudging Gilberts shoulder. "it's been months since you talked to her father" "I know... I've been waiting for the right moment. tonight feels right." He says putting the box down on the table. "Good Luck Blythe!" Bash says patting his back before walking out again. "wait I need your help! I don't know what to wear!" Bash chuckled shaking his head. "nope. I'm not gonna sit in that chair for three hours watching you panic over white shirts, like last time when you were meeting her father." Gilbert rolls his eyes ketting out a chuckle. "please Bash this is important to me" "Fine"

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midnight started to come closer. your father was already asleep and you were getting ready. you squeezed yourself into a corset and put on one of your finest dresses. you quietly opened your bedroom door and started walking down the stairs.

"where do you think you're going young lady?"

shit.

you close your eyes and turn around facing your father. "Gilbert... He wanted to go on a special date" you start walking up the stairs again. "I'll go back to bed" your father lays a hand on your shoulder stopping you. "do you really love this boy?" He asks in a serious tone. "of course" you say furrowing you eyebrows. "then you may go" your father says smiling softly. your face lits up and you hug him. "Thank you!" "I'll be back in a few hours!" you say and run down the stairs. you father smiles already assuming what this special date was all about.

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You walk towards the beach with the wind in your hair. it was a beautiful summer night and you could see Gilbert in the distance. he was sitting on a blanket surrounded by candles. your heart melted. it was beautiful. he put so much effort in it. "Gilbert!" you yelled as your ran up to him. he jumped up putting something in his pocket. "y/n" He looked at you. "you look gorgeous!" he says walking towards you taking both your hands. "you don't look so bad yourself Blythe" you chuckle and look at him. "thank you" "let's go swimming!" He says pulling your arm. "Gilbert I'm not dressed for swimming" "do you trust me" "of course but what does that have to do with anyth-" "you can swim in your undergarments" he says. "o-only if you feel comfortable with that of course"

he has been my boyfriend for years now. I trust him. it's not a big deal.

You blush. "I do. I trust you." you smile and he smiles back. he starts taking of his shirt and you slowly take of your dress and corset. Gilbert stares at you. "stop staring like that" you say chuckling. "I'm sorry" he says "I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable y/n." he looks at the floor. "I could never feel uncomfortable around you." you slowly take a step closer to him. he looks up into your eyes reflecting the flickering candle light. "kiss me" you say in a hushed tone. he steps closer and cups your face. he presses his lips on yours gently. you take his hand and place it on your waist. he smiles into the kiss pulling you closer. you softly tug his dark curls as he slowly traces his fingers down your back. you pull away and smile at him as you start running towards the water. he runs after you and laughs.

god I love this boy.

"y/n slow down!" you chuckle as Gilbert chases you. "you're never going to catch me Blythe!" you yell as you start running even faster. you glance over your shoulder and see him catching up to you. You run into the water your splashing water everywhere. you stopped running and Gilbert crashed into causing you both to fall into the sea. you both burst out in laughter and he pulls you close. "gotcha" he smiled and placed a kiss onto your forehead. you laugh and splash some water into his face. "hey!" he says and he splashes water back at you.

you guys do that for a couple more minutes before you decide to head back to the shore. "I brought food and drinks" Gilbert says, handing you a towel. "of course you did" you say smiling. "you always know how to make a date perfect, but this one tops all" you say looking at all the candles and roses around the blanket. "I told you tonight was gonna be special" he says smiling. you smile back "every night with you is special" you put your dress back on but you leave your corset in the sand. he puts his shirt back on and shakes his head causing small drops of water to fall out of his hair. you sit down on the blanket and Gilbert pours a drink. He sits down next to you and hands you a glass of wine. he bumps your glass with his. "to us" he says smiling. "to us" you say and take a sip. you both eat snacks and talk for hours.

he suddenly stands up and clears his throat. "y/n c-can you please stand up?" he asks and you notice he's shaking. you furrow you eyebrows and you stand up. he takes your hand and stares into your eyes. "y/n I hope you know how much I love you. you're the sparkling light in my life. I love everything about you. the way you blush when I give you a compliment or the way you smile after I kiss you. You mean everything to me y/n. everytime I look at you I fall in love with you even more and then I know, I wanna spend my future with you Y/n. I wanna spend my entire life with you." you start shaking at his sweet words and he gets on one knee. you gasp and bring your hands to your face. tears of happiness forming in your eyes. He pulls out a small box. "Y/f/n will you marry me?" he opens the box revealing a shiny ring. "Yes! A thousand times yes!" you say smiling. happy tears are running all over your face. Gilbert takes out the ring and puts the box aside. he stands up and takes your hand slowly putting the ring on your finger. he kisses your hand and he looks at you. his eyes are filled with pure happiness. he softly wipes your tears with his thumbs and he crashes his lips on yours passionate but gentle. he pulls away and you lay your head on his shoulder. "I love you so much Gil" "I love you more”

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