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exhaslo · 3 months

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I love your stories it feels like I'm actually in it, I mostly like Mafia Miguel x shy reader.... But anyway if you seen Jennifer's body i can see Miguel being Jennifer and the reader being his friend. If you're taking requests may I have Jennifer's body au with Miguel O'Hara x reader? Thank you. 🥰😍 The ending ended up being together can add smut as well to it?

I actually never seen that movie because I am a wimp when it comes to anything horror, except animal horror. Place Jaws in front of me anyway and I'm down. But, I read a quick summary of the movie and I will make some small changes, you know, to sastify our needs haha.

Also, so sorry this was late. I'm still catching up to last month's requests!!

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, p in v, murder, blood, possession, shower sex, oral (f recieving)

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You knew something was wrong.

You knew that something had changed.

But, what were you supposed to do? Miguel was your best friend and he meant everything. He was your world. The two of you had been together since you were young, to leave him as he was now, would be the worst thing ever.

Rewind a few weeks ago. You and Miguel were just chilling after work at a local bar. Your cheeks were flushed as Miguel kept buying the two of you drinks. It was frustrating how much you loved your best friend. He was just so perfect, both at work and outside.

Hearing a local band start to play, you leaned against Miguel, complaining to him about work. The night was pretty vague after that, but you did recall a fire and Miguel bringing you home. After that he disappeared for the night.

When you awoke the next day, you found Miguel passed out on the couch with what looked like blood on his clothes. You thought nothing of it since Miguel would never do something drastic or crazy like murdering someone. So, you assumed it was ketchup and proceeded to help Miguel out of his clothes.

"What would I do without you?" Miguel mumbled under his breathe as you took his shirt off.

"I don't know, stay in gross clothes?" You said with a chuckle and fixed his hair, "Go wash up. The girls at work will go crazy over this bed hair of yours."

Miguel grunted and playfully used you to stand. You laughed and whined towards him, finishing up for work. The two of you shared a place only to help you with you rent. Miguel was perfectly fine with his own place, he was just helping you.

You first noticed something was off when you arrived at work that same day. Miguel was normal with you, but he had started to get flirty with some of your female coworkers. Miguel never payed any mind to any of them, so it kind of hurt to watch.

As the days went by, you couldn't help but notice some of your coworkers going missing. You tried to ask Miguel about it, but he just shrugged and reassured you that it was probably nothing. Of course, you wanted to believe him...but each of those girls who went missing were ones that Miguel flirted with.

"Miguel?" You called out, entering his lab. Miguel glanced towards you, his smile widening,

"(Y/N), climbed out of the library to see me?" He teased. You plopped yourself over Miguel, sighing heavily,

"Lemme vent for two minutes!" You whined, throwing your arms over his shoulders, "That jerk over in IT had the gal to ask me out on a date, Miggy! After he insulted my 'tiny' brain last week!" You huffed. Miguel felt his eye twitch as he pulled you onto his lap,

"Did you tell him no?" He asked, his tone getting a little harsher. You leaned against Miguel, pouting,

"Of course I said no..." You whimpered and crossed your arms, "He called me a dumb bitch after that...That all I do is..."

"Is what?" Miguel fixed you on his lap, wanting to hear the rest.

"Is...be your fuck toy..." You mumbled lowly.

Miguel felt his lips twitch into a smirk before pulling you into a hug. His warm embrace relaxing you while his mind started to race. Tonight was going to have a bitter taste compared to the rest. Once you were calmed down, Miguel stroked your cheeks,

"Don't pay any mind to him. Go home and order whatever you want with my card. I'll be there late."

"Miggy, you don't-"

"I want too," Miguel rested his forehead against yours, "We're best friends. Let me take care of you," He whispered.

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You should have known something was wrong. Miguel always had his barriers and lines, but he was willingly crossing all of them. It felt like you were getting closer to Miguel in a different light, and you weren't sure how to feel about it.

Waiting for Miguel to return home, you started to put away some of the food and clean. He did say that he was going to be late, but it was reaching midnight. It was nerve racking having to wait for him to return home.

"Ugh,"

You gasped upon hearing the door. Rushing over, you saw Miguel leaning over the counter, coughing into the sink. Grabbing a bottle of water, you hurried to Miguel's side and gasped at the sight. He was covered in blood and throwing up something black and icky.

"Miguel?! Are you alright?! Did you get hurt?!" You panicked, fixing his hair and checking his body. Miguel wavered in place and wrapped his arms around you,

"I'm fine...(Y/N)...Don't worry about me," He mumbled into your neck. You frowned, leading him to the bathroom,

"I have to worry about you, who else will?" You told him, setting the water, "What happened?"

"Nothing,"

"Please, Miguel. Let me be here for you," You nearly cried, using a soft wet rag to clean the blood around his face, "Please," You sobbed.

Miguel sighed heavily as he brought you against his chest. His breathing was staggered and heavy against your ear, using you as a sort of comfort. His grip tighten ever so slightly around your waist.

"I fucked up, (Y/N). I fucked up so bad," He whispered. You frowned and fixed his hair, "That night of the fire...I went after the assholes since you almost got hurt. I followed them into this alley and I don't know what the hell they were trying to do but...I ended up getting possessed by...something."

"Possessed?" You questioned. Miguel closed his eyes and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck,

"I guess I was supposed to be a sacrifice or something? But, I didn't met the criteria and this demon took over. I'm always hungry, (Y/N), always." You felt a sudden chill run down your spine as Miguel's hands crawled up your back, "I can't stop...but when I'm with you, I can feel it relax."

"The demon?" You questioned. Miguel leaned back, fangs poking out of his teeth,

"I won't ever hurt you, (Y/N). I'll always protect you."

"Same, Miggy, but if you're in trouble...Please let me help you," You begged him once more.

Miguel inhaled deeply as you stroked his face once more. He lazily glanced towards you, leaning forward to kiss your lips. You made a small squeak as his hands kept you in place. Miguel grunted as he forced his tongue into your mouth, hungrily.

But not for flesh.

Lifting you up with ease, Miguel pressed you back against the shower wall, ignoring the running water. His groan rumbled against his throat as he started to feel your body lean into his. Miguel was hungry for you. You tasted so sweet against him.

"Miguel," You whispered, breaking the kiss. Miguel rested his forehead against yours, letting the water run down your soaked clothes,

"When I'm with you, I don't hunger for flesh," He whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist, "I want you...maybe...Just maybe, I won't have to suffer like this...if you let me have you."

You furrowed your brows with concern as Miguel spoke. Flesh? Right when you were going to ask him, Miguel captured your lips into another, rougher kiss. His hands pulling your shirt up, exposing your breasts underneath.

"Let me have you, (Y/N)," Miguel begged, kissing and sucking against your neck.

You felt your mind grow hazy as Miguel kept his antics. This was something you had always dreamed of. You tried to reply to Miguel, but moaned instead as he started to nipple and play with your breasts. You needed to ask him more about his demon.

"Mig-" You shivered as he started to rut into you, grunting and moaning with each grind.

"(Y/N), you're mine. Mine, only. I'll eat anyone who dares try to take you away from me," Miguel hissed, taking off your pajama pants.

"Miguel, w-what do you mean b-by eat?" You finally asked. Miguel glanced towards you once more, lifting your hips to his face, "W-Wait-"

You gasped and moaned loudly as Miguel's tongue started to swirl around your clit and pussy. Your hands gripped his hair as you arched your back, crying out in pleasure. Miguel's tongue was lapping up your juices hungrily, holding your hips in place.

You felt your core burn as you slowly moved your hips to Miguel's movements. Trembling as you felt his tongue enter your cunt, you cried out as you felt your orgasm approaching fast. Miguel hummed in response, slowly pulling away from your dripping pussy,

"This taste much better," He said with a groan before going back to suck on your clit.

"Ah~ Miguel~!" You cried out. Miguel watched you contort your face in pleasure, crying out his name,

"(Y/N), if I eat you like this everyday..." Miguel groaned as he lowered you, pressing your face against the shower wall, "Then I won't have to feast on others. I can feel it...the demon enjoying this too."

"M-Miggy," You whimpered softly.

"Let me devour you,"

You gasped and moaned as you felt Miguel shove his cock into you deeply. Tears began to roll down your cheeks from the sudden intrusion as he filled you to the brim. Your pussy convulsed around his dick, sucking him in as you cam heavily.

You tried to grip onto the shower wall, but it was no use. Miguel held your hips, pounding into your poor fleshy cunt. Your moans grew louder with each slap of his hips, feeling pure pleasure. The size of his dick was stretching you out, kissing every part of your pussy.

"(Y/N), you feel so good," Miguel grunted, slapping his balls against your clit with each thrust, "Thank you for this meal, I'll make sure to fill you up too," He said with a grunt.

You cried and moan as you cam against Miguel's dick. Your vision blurring as the shower water poured against your skin. Miguel's grunts and moans turning you on even more. You gasped as Miguel lifted you up, inserting himself again as he kissed you.

"Mhm~ Miguel~!" You cried, wrapping your arms around his neck. Miguel held you close, inhaling your scent as he fucked you stupid,

"I won't ever hurt you, (Y/N). Never," He repeated, watching you cream against his cock once more, "We're best friends, forever, right?"

"Yes! Yes!" You cried, trembling as you felt Miguel fill you with his cum, "Ah~ I-I help...c-control this..."

"Thank you, (Y/N)." Miguel hummed, kissing you in response.

By the time you recovered from the rapid sex session, Miguel went into more detail about what happened with him. You were terrified at first since now you knew that it was Miguel who killed your coworkers, but you also understood.

There was no curing Miguel. At least the two of you found out how to control the demon possessing him. Miguel didn't need to eat flesh anymore, all he needed was you.

"Fuck, more (Y/N), just once more." Miguel grunted as he fucked your pussy from behind, "I can't stand seeing another man get near you."

"Miguel~ Miguel~" You cried into the pillow, gripping the bedsheets under your. Miguel hissed lowly as he gripped your hips tighter, pounding your pussy a bit more harshly,

"Mine! Mine! Mine! If I can't fuck some sense into you, then I'll eat them," He hissed lowly. You cried out, cumming against his dick once more, milking him dry for his cum,

"I understand, Miggy~ Hah~ Hah~ O-Only I can ease your hunger," You whimpered lowly. Miguel kissed your back, giving you soft, gentle thrusts,

"I know, (Y/N). I know, don't mind me," He whispered, apologizing for his tone, "Thank you for the meal...now and forever."

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Like I said, never watched Jennifer's Body, but hopefully this was okay and somewhat...what the movie wanted? Idk man, maybe one day I'll grow a pair and watch some horror movies.

Hope you enjoyed!!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x you

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queer-n-here · 13 days

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I just read the akutagawa fic someone requested so I wanted to request smth similar if that's cool!

Sigma comes home with an attitude after getting all stressed at work so we cockwarm him

Take ur time btw ik you're prolly stressed w school and stuff 🙏

Gah, brother! Ittookmeashittonofwhiletogetthispieceoutimsosorryireallyreallyreallytriedveryhard-

*clears throat* I... *Sigh* I'm sorry it took me so much time to get this out. But I'm really proud of myself for finally finishing this, ngl. Hope you like it, and thank you for being patient.

Contents: Making Sigma cockwarm reader.

Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, cockwarming. Think that's about it.

Sigma was more than just irritated.

He was tired and annoyed; there was a dull ache in his head and his body was too heavy for his legs.

So when you pressed your signature soft kiss to his temple, and asked him if he remembered the date you'd planned for him, he snapped a little too ferociously.

"[Name], I can't go today, okay?" He said, his brows furrowed. "There's too much on my mind and I don't have time for stuff like that anymore."

A part of you was hurt by that. 'I don't have time,' You'd always thought he enjoyed your dates.

But you pushed it to the back of your brain.

About an hour later, Sigma was more than regretting the way he'd talked back.

You were fully clothed; just your pants were unzipped so your cock could be buried in him as it was, nestled between his walls all warm and snug, but achingly stationary. You were pretending as if everything were perfectly normal, scrolling through your phone and blatantly ignoring Sigma, who was sitting in your lap straddling you, naked.

He was starting to grow desperate; he wanted you to fuck him the way you always did, aiming at his sweet spot with the accuracy of a professional archer. He needed it. But you weren't listening to him at all.

"[Name]," Sigma said, voice slightly unsteady as his hands clutched at the fabric of your shirt. "[Name], please..."

"Hmm?" You raised an eyebrow, not quite looking up from your phone.

"Don't do this, please..." He looked up at you with those teary eyes of his. "I need you."

You glanced at him, the sight of his gaze making you almost give in. You sighed, putting the phone down and looking at him fully. "Need me? I thought you had too much on your mind and not enough time."

Sigma looked slightly hurt, but then he buried his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your neck. "I'm sorry."

A sob shook his shoulders, and you felt tears drip onto yours. You sighed again, and put an arm around him.

"I can't take it anymore," He mumbled.

"Fine," You said. How were you supposed to remain firm when your love was crying? "But you're gonna have to do it yourself."

Sigma pulled away to look at you, cheeks red. "What do you...?"

You put your phone away, and turned to look at him again. "I'm not really feeling like doing anything, to be honest. And since you want it so much, you can do it for yourself."

With these words you sat back against the couch, looking up at him as he contemplated your suggestion. Sigma had never ridden you before; it was usually just you doing nasty stuff to him that made his eyes water and brain fog up.

But times were desperate, and you did not look like you were gonna cave in soon, so he nodded.

"Okay," He murmured, eyes downcast.

"Perfect," You said.

And so he started moving, grinding down on your cock slowly as his fingers tightened around your shirt. He bit his lips trying to muffle the moans he knew would start to spill out soon. His whole was fluttering around your cock already, his own dick twitching with want.

It was almost painful for you to not move, to not flip the two of you around and pin Sigma against the couch beneath you and fuck him till he was screaming. Gods, and he didn't even know the effect he had on you.

"Come on," You caressed his waist softly, stomach taught and shoulders tense with your restraint. "You can go faster, can't you?"

Sigma nodded, and sped up slightly. He was still shy, unable to make eye contact with you and with a stiff blush across his face. His eyes were tearing up slightly, and no amount of biting his lips was keeping in the ah-ah-ahs that spilled from his mouth as he bounced on your cock.

You could feel your dick twitching with want and restraint inside him. Your breathing had grown laboured, and you couldn't help but lean forwards and kiss Sigma slightly harshly.

He moaned into it, hole clenching around your cock and eyelids fluttering shut as a tear rolled down his cheek. You bit and nibbled so hard at his lips that he had to pull away to stop you.

"Don't- nghh! Don't b-bite so hard," He panted.

"Hmm," You grabbed his love handles, mediating his pace. "Don't you like it?"

Sigma flushed, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder as you made him bounce wilder on your cock. When you hit his prostrate, he whimpered, clutching your shoulders so hard his short nails dug into your skin.

So you hit it again and again, your hips snapping up to thrust your tip against his sweet spot, making him start to whine from the feeling. His own hips were bouncing to meet your thrusts half-way, and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the room was making you restless.

You decided, fuck the punishment, you needed Sigma.

Flipping yourselves around so that Sigma was laying on the couch and you were on top of him, you pressed his pretty legs to his chest and fucked him, bullying his sweet spot and abusing his hole as he cried out underneath you.

Your pace was destructive and brutal, sending Sigma scrambling to find purchase as his chest heaved with each breath. You could tell from his blurred-up eyes that his brain was starting to cloud, his hands clutching your shoulders so tight his nails had managed to draw blood from your skin.

Soon, his thighs started trembling violently, his hole clenching around you in the way that it did when he was close. You smirked, teeth-half gritted against your arousal, and sped up.

Sigma cried out, cum shooting from his dick as a sound of pleasure ripped itself free from his throat, his hole so tight around you it was almost impossible to pull out and thrust in.

You weren't far behind, what with him so tight around your dick it was making you see stars. The white hot coil in your intestines snapped, and you painted Sigma's walls white.

Slowing down to a stop, you huffed to catch your breath, eyes landing on him.

He was out of breath and dazed, quite obviously in subspace. You pulled out of him, earning a small whimper from him, and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

It didn't take long to get a bath ready for Sigma, and you soon carried him to it from the couch. As you set him down in the water, he reached out to hold onto you.

"[Name]..." He murmured, perhaps already out of subspace.

"Hm?" You stroked his hair gently.

"Something's bothering you, right?" He looked up at you, voice quiet. "You looked weird earlier."

You sat down on the floor next to him outside the bath. "Earlier when?"

"When I said..." Sigma bit his lip. "When I said that mean stuff."

You smiled softly, even as the memory made you want to wince. "Hmm, yeah. It did hurt a little, honestly."

Sigma lowered his head, pouting slightly. "I'm sorry. I was just upset because of-"

"Because of something that happened at work, right?" You finished for him, nodding. "I know, that's why I didn't say anything."

He bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

You smiled at him again, leaning forwards to kiss his temple. "It's alright. But next time..." You paused. "If you don't want to go out somewhere with me, just say so."

"No!" Sigma sat up straight, looking at you with his wide eyes. "I like going to places with you. I didn't really mean it, I swear."

You looked at him, and this time the smile that tugged at your lips was automatic. "Really?"

"Yeah," He nodded furiously. "I really like spending time with you."

You chuckled softly. "Mn, good to hear."

#dom male reader #top male reader #dom reader #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub character #sub character x you #sub sigma x you #sub sigma

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lvis44 · 11 months

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Sweet Escape - Pt.5 // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, Derogatory Language, 18+ (mentions of sexual acts and dirty talk), Physical Violence, Jealousy, Toxicity, Alcohol Consumption, Angst, Mentions of Forced Sexual Contact (only alluded to, not done, no S/A), Not Edited

Word Count: 5.7k+

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Notes: My sincerest apologies for the wait and thank you all for your patience. If you thought we had drama before hand, welcome to the rodeo, it's only gotten worse. Get ready to hate Lewis a bit, but it's well deserved. I will try to get the next part up this week, hopefully before race weekend really kicks off!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

“Can we talk?”

Those words have been rattling around in your head for almost a day now, ready to burst out of you at a moment's notice but never surfacing. Lewis hasn’t approached you and you almost didn’t expect him to, he’s been acting relatively normal for the last day. It’s been more than twenty four hours since everyone went on the hike and he’s been acting as if everything is completely fine. You gave him an olive branch and he grew a tree. You didn’t even really mean to give him the room that you had, it just felt so natural, so carefree. You could tell Charlotte has been concerned, keeping an eye on you at all times, even if from a distance. Her energy is the only thing in the house that truly seems off. You and Lewis may not be interacting exactly how you normally would, but there’s no hostility, no particular avoidance of each other. There’s almost part of you that wants to throw everything out the window and just let yourselves exist in this space, whatever it may be. The other part of you was worried that this was a survival tactic on both of your parts, just trying to get through vacation and in the end it would all come crashing down around you. You couldn’t let that happen.

You were lounging out by the pool, book in hand and a margarita nearby. The sun was warming your skin perfectly and you felt completely at peace, putting everything to the side as you engrossed yourself in the crime novel in front of you.

“You’re getting rather toasty.” You heard his voice come from next to you.

You looked up to find Lewis standing just above you, an accusatory raised brow, knowing you hadn’t applied sunblock in the last few hours. You noticed the spray can in his hand and huffed, you knew that if he’s finally acting normal with you, he would insist on you seeking shade or putting on more sunscreen.

“Fine.” You deadpanned, reaching out for the bottle as you stood up, stepping away from him in hopes of not suffocating him with sunscreen.

You could feel his eyes on you the entire time, not in the way they usually would be though. This stare wasn’t to unabashedly check you out, his eyes weren’t undressing you the way they may have in the past. This stare was gauging you, he was trying to look through your skull and into your brain, desperately attempting to read every thought you had on him in that moment. You knew he wouldn’t be able to read you that easily, not when you didn’t even know what your own thoughts were.

You finished applying your sunscreen turning back toward him, he quickly glanced away from you before finally making eye contact, trying to hide his previous gaze. It was no use, you already knew.

“All good?” He asked you as you handed him the bottle, once again his question was not in the context of the moment. He was asking a million different things with only two words. You didn’t know how to respond, simply settling for a small “Thanks” before returning to your seat and picking your book up once more.

Before you fell back into your story, you noticed Charlotte send Lewis a look of warning from where she sat across the patio. You assumed she had spoken to him, he was evidently aware that she knew of the situation. Miles seemed to be picking up on the unspoken energy as well, frequently checking on you out of the corner of his eye when he thought you weren’t looking.

As the sun began to set it was decided that the evening would be spent out. Charlotte wanted to dance and it took little convincing of the others. You quickly found yourself dressed in an outfit Charlotte had insisted you wear, an earthy toned dress with a cutout just above your belly button and a twist of fabric in between your breasts. You felt good, it hugged every curve perfectly and was just short enough that it showed off your thighs but still long enough you weren't concerned about flashing anyone. Once you were ready it didn't take long before you were being ushered into a waiting sprinter van. The drive would be incredibly short but none of you trusted yourselves to walk home later in the night, a chauffeur being a much better option. You were admittedly a bit anxious about the evening, knowing what nights out like this could quickly turn into. After a night of drinking and partying, it was rare that Lewis went home alone, but it was even rarer that he was able to keep his hands and attention off of you throughout the night, even when entertaining other company.

Many nights had been spent in dark, sweaty night clubs, everyone dancing, drinking, and laughing. People would usually end up invading your group, always drawn toward Lewis. He rarely turned down the attention, his ego thriving on it. Despite the women that would usually surround him, he always found a way to get to you. Pulling you to the dance floor when a song he knew you liked came on, bringing you drinks when he noticed yours was getting low, pulling you to the side to check if you were okay with attention you had drawn from another man. He always made sure you were okay and having fun, even if he was chatting up a random woman or women in an attempt to not spend his night alone. You had always noted his playboy activities, not really caring but finding them rather amusing. The women he was with never seemed to notice or truly didn’t care, as long as they got their one night with the godlike man. Many times you found yourself dancing with him, possibly closer than you should but he was never disrespectful about it, his hands would always roam but never to a point that you felt like he was truly trying something. You had never really thought anything of it seeing as you would frequently dance with Miles or Daniel too, they were always more reserved but you always chalked it up to personalities. Everyone danced with everyone, it’s how it always worked and it was always fun. Now you found yourself wondering just how your night would play out, how different things would be. He had been acting so comfortably around you recently that you worried he would be the same as always, but at the same time you kind of hoped it would stay the same.

The bar was partially indoors and partially outdoors, a large dance floor spanning from the patio into the open wall leading inside. It was positioned perfectly on the beach, giving a nice view of the moon's reflection off the ocean water. The music was notably louder indoors than it was out and you found yourselves claiming a table on the patio. Lewis and Miles had beelined to the bar, fighting over who was starting the tab as they ordered a round of tequila shots. Lewis seemingly won the argument, making his way to the table with a smug look on his face while Miles followed behind, certainly less amused. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the two men, grown adults who still seemed like teenagers half the time. Miles plopped down next to you, his arm draping over the back of your chair as he leaned back. You hadn’t noticed it at first but he slid a drink in front of you, matching his own.

“You seem like you could use a head start.” He said as he leaned down closer to your ear, making it so only you could hear him.

He pulled back with a large smile, bringing his own drink into the air, leaning it towards yours for a ‘cheers’.

“Here’s to having a fucking blast.” He said to you, everyone else distracted in their own conversation.

You smiled, grateful for his energy as you met his glass with your own before taking a much welcome sip of what turned out to be a Mojito. The shots arrived shortly after, everyone eagerly grabbing them. As everyone met their glasses in the middle of the table Miles once again repeated his toast, much louder this time, being met with hoots and hollers from your friends before downing their shots. You knew it was silly, but in that moment you wanted to freeze time. This was what you had wanted this vacation to be, carefree fun with people you loved. In no time at all Charlotte had pulled you and Miles out onto the floor, jumping and dancing in an uncoordinated way that made the both of you laugh but eventually join her in her antics. You had noticed that Lewis had disappeared indoors, you assumed in search of another drink, but you did your best to ignore it, hoping to just have fun.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but you didn’t care, your face hurt from smiling so much and your stomach was tight from laughter. You felt light, a few more drinks in your system loosening you up quite a bit. You had left your friends at the dancefloor, heading to find a bathroom with Steph. The two of you were in a fit of giggles, apologizing as you bumped into other tipsy patrons. Your stomach flipped when you saw him, he had been gone for most of the evening. Lewis was leaning up against the bar, a warm smile and kind eyes directed at the bar tender. You could see the alcohol he had consumed across his face, his eyes lazier than normal but still as charming as ever. The woman he was talking to was absolutely beautiful, an equally warm smile on her own face. They looked familiar with each other, you watched as she reached out to squeeze his hand as she laughed, his face lighting up as well. Your mind wandered back to the night he had disappeared after the blow up with Talia. He had told you that he had gone to a bar nearby, went home with one of the hostesses. You still don’t know what truly happened that night, having heard him tell Charlotte a much different story, one that confused you even more. Was he really already finding someone to sleep with?

“Bitch, you comin’?” Stephs voice pulled you out of your trance, a drunken smile on her face as she waited for you.

“I need some air.” You said quickly, turning around and rushing back out to the patio.

You weren’t looking where you were going, just needing to get out of the room as soon as possible. You only stopped when you crashed into a broad frame, a cold drink running down your chest.

“Fuck.” You yelped. The ice felt like it could sizzle against your hot skin.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” A man's voice rushed out, “you okay? Here let me get some napkins.”

“It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You almost laughed, still looking down to assess the damage to your dress.

When you finally did look up at the man who was now offering you stacks of napkins, you were stunned. He was painfully handsome, tan skin, big brown eyes, and a beautiful smile. You immediately noticed the similarities to Lewis and you wanted to slap yourself for even making the comparison.

“Not that it makes it any better, but it was just Vodka Soda so at least it won’t stain.” He laughed kindly, still handing you napkins, so many more than you needed.

“It’s fine, it cooled me off.” You joke, enjoying the distraction from the beautiful stranger.

“How about I get you a drink to make it up to you?” He offered, still standing rather close to you.

“You know what, I’ll take you up on that.” You laughed again, amused at the turn of events.

Before he could even step away you felt the presence of someone next to you, then a large hand on your back. You turned to see Miles, his eyes assessing you before turning to your new friend.

“We having a good time over here?” Miles asked, his eyes shifting back to you to gauge your response.

“Yeah,” You nodded with a smile, “Miles, this is, um.” You stuttered as you realized you didn’t even know his name yet.

The man laughed, “Jaden.” He stuck his hand out toward Miles, offering a handshake.

“Nice to meet you man, I’m Miles, Y/N’s bodyguard.” He said teasingly as he returned the handshake. You knew he was only half joking and you could tell Jaden was aware as well.

“Good to see she’s got people looking out for her.” Jaden acknowledged, a kind smile on his face.

“Why don’t you guys come join us, we’re just outside.” Miles nodded his head back towards your table where you could see Charlotte and Steph watching the situation.

Charlotte wiggled her eyebrows at you over Miles’ shoulder, mouthing a ‘wow’ as she looked Jaden over. You couldn’t help but giggle, returning your attention to the men in front of you. You knew Miles’ offer was his way of letting you have fun and keeping an eye on you, or moreso keeping an eye on Jaden.

“Sounds good to me, I was just gonna grab Y/N and I some drinks and then I’ll be right over.” Jaden said, nodding eagerly at the idea of spending more time with you.

“I was headed to the bar myself, why don’t I join you.” Miles said before directing his attention back to you, “You wanna go find Char back at the table and we’ll be right over?”

You nodded, smiling at him before telling Jaden you would see him in just a moment. You watched for a second as they got up to the bar, noting how Miles perched himself directly next to Jaden, keeping an eye on your drink like a poppa bear. You smiled to yourself, amused but grateful for how protective he could be. Instead of immediately heading to the table you passed it, stepping out onto the sand and slightly out toward the ocean. The music was quieter and you could hear the ocean better. You let the cool ocean breeze wash over you, grateful for the moment of brief peace. It wasn’t allowed to last long as you heard the familiar accent from behind you, slightly lazy with his words from the alcohol.

“I usually keep your glass full, sorry, I’ve been slacking tonight.” Lewis said, coming to stand beside you with a glass extended in your direction.

When you turned to look at him he had a lazy smirk on his face, once again gesturing the glass toward you to take. You knew it would be a gin and tonic, your favorite.

“It’s been more of a tequila and rum kind of night.” You say, unsure how to reject his offer.

“Really?” Is all he says, an amused tint to his voice.

You're not sure not to navigate this situation with him, unclear if it's the alcohol that is making him act so calm or if it's that he truly thinks everything is back to normal. You don’t have to sit in silence for long as Jaden comes up next to you, just as Lewis is opening his mouth to speak.

“There you are, Miles has your drink back at the table.” Jaden says, coming in rather close to you and placing his hand on your lower back. You feel as if it's a way of making sure Lewis knows that he is your company for the rest of the night, marking territory that isn’t rightfully his. You should, but you don’t brush him off, enjoying the way that Lewis tenses when he sees the action.

“You are?” Lewis asks, a noticeable gruffness to his tone.

“Jaden, Y/N's new friend.” Jaden's smile is cocky, like he can tell Lewis is displeased.

“Well, it sounds like you’re good on drinks then.” Lewis says to you, ignoring Jaden after giving him a once over. His voice is clipped and almost condescending, if you were a worse person you would slap him, but instead you just roll your eyes as he turns on his heel and walks away without another word.

“Who was that?” Jaden asks you once Lewis is out of earshot.

You’re rather amused that he doesn’t know, it’s a rarity that Lewis is unknown but you can’t help but enjoy it.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s just an ass.” You say brushing the subject off as you grab his hand and head back toward the table.

When you arrive Lewis is once again nowhere to be seen and you see Miles with two drinks in front of him, the full glass directly in front of his chest, kept close to him.

“For me?” You point at the glass with a giggle.

“For you.” He says with a laugh and a wink, extending the glass to you.

“Come on, let’s go dance.” Jaden says in your ear, gently pulling you toward the dance floor.

“Go have fun.” Charlotte tells you enthusiastically, wiggling her eyebrows at you again. You can’t help but laugh, allowing yourself to be pulled out to the floor.

You let yourself get loose, dancing up against him as his hand without his drink wanders across your stomach, pulling you close to him. You can feel a growing bulge against your ass as you dance with him, allowing him to nibble on your neck as you lean your head against his shoulder. The dance floor begins to crowd, everyone dancing with each other as their drinks kick in. You’ve moved further away from your table now but you can’t bring yourself to care. You catch a glimpse of Lewis out of the corner of your eye, he’s taking another tequila shot, licking the salt off of a blonde woman's neck. You roll your eyes, used to his antics, trying not to let it bother you. You have no right to be bothered, you’re acting just like him. You turn around to face Jaden, resting your arms over his shoulder as you lean in closer, your hips still moving with his. He leans down, placing another kiss to your neck before coming up in front of you, moving in toward your lips. You let him kiss you, there’s no fire, you don’t melt into it, but it feels nice. In the back of your head there’s an annoyance, angered that you're comparing his kiss to Lewis. You break from the kiss, turning back around to continue grinding on him. You hear him groan into your ear and it does nothing to you, you are a little turned on but nothing like Lewis had you in half the time. As the thought crosses your mind you open your eyes and immediately connect with his. Lewis is across the dance floor, a blonde woman dancing on him in a very similar way, but his full attention is on you. His eyes are filled with lust and you want to tell yourself it’s all from the woman grinding on him but you can’t help but feel that’s not entirely true. You don’t know how long he’s been watching you but you know it’s been a while. As you study his face, you see it, anger. You look away from him, turning your attention back to Jaden who is getting more explorative with his hands. This isn’t like you, letting a stranger feel you up in the middle of a club, but you can’t help but feel like you deserve the fun, deserve the thrill. It is vacation after all.

“Fuck babygirl.” Jaden whispers in your ear, his hand squeezing your hip.

He pulls away slightly, downing his drink as you do the same.

“I’ll get another round,” He says over the music, “you stay right here.”

You just nod, carrying on with your dancing. It’s not long before you know Lewis is there. When you turn around, he’s much closer than you expected, his chest almost touching yours. As if he’s allowed to, he grabs your hips, pulling you into him.

“What the hell has gotten into you, hmm?” He asks, his lips coming down to your ear.

He’s guiding you to dance with him, your singular attempt to push him away futile. His body up against yours feels better than it should and you let your alcohol foggy brain enjoy it for a moment. He feels better up against you than Jaden had and you hate it.

“Letting some random man dance with you like that?” He continues, his voice taunting, “Why would you go do something like that when I’m right here?”

He turns you around, pulling you even closer to him so your ass is right against his crotch. You feel it again, that same bulge that you felt the other day in his bedroom, the same one that had you weak in the knees with desire. You do your best to push past it, not wanting to let him win as you realize you already are.

“Because you’re you Lewis.” You sigh out, your voice betraying you as he leans down to nibble on your neck, much the same way Jaden just had. Unfortunately you can’t help but note that the way Lewis does it feels so much better. You try to put some space between you two but his grip is firm.

“What's that supposed to mean? You seemed to be enjoying it when I had you whimpering on my fingers, just think about what my cock would feel like. I would take such good care of you Y/N. I’d make you feel so, so good. Have that pretty pussy creaming all over me, over and over again. And fuck, I just know you taste like heaven, want you soaking my beard, letting me drink you up. You want that?” His rambling into your neck is breathy, working himself up as he talks. You know he’s drunk, can hear it in his voice. You want to push him away but you’re just as drunk and his promises sound like heaven on earth. What you don’t know is the mean game that he’s playing, he knows Jaden can see you, your head on Lewis’ shoulder as he palms at your tit. He’s making sure that Jaden knows you’re his whether you are or not. His ego and his jealousy a raging fire. He licks at your neck reminding you of the women he was with just a moment ago.

“Mmmm, the blonde didn’t work out for you I see.” You taunt him, making sure he’s thoroughly aware you saw him. You know he knows but you feel the need to rub it in.

“I could take her into the bathroom right now if I wanted to and we both know that, but right now I want you.” He groans the end of his sentence into your neck as he pulls you in hard against him.

You fight against everything within you that wants to let him take you home and make good on his promises. You know deep down it's a horrible idea and even what you’ve allowed him to do so far has only worsened the situation, you know you'll regret it in the morning.

“That’s exactly the problem, it’s just right now.” You say as you finally push him away, putting distance between you as you turn around to face him. His eyes are dark and he’s breathing heavy, he looks so painfully turned on that you're half tempted to put him out of his misery, but he made sure you knew that you weren't the only one who could do so.

“No, not just right now, always.” He shakes his head, trying to step towards you again but you back up, your hand in front of you, “I always want you, always have.”

You’re unaware that Jaden had started to make his way back over to you, getting closer by the second, already pissed off by what he just saw.

“We’re not having this conversation when you’re this drunk Lewis.” Your head sobering up a bit at his words, confusion running through your body.

“Baby, please just hear me out.” He pleads with you.

“This isn’t the time or the place for whatever the hell this is. You don’t get to do this just because your horny and want a quick fuck. I’ve seen you with multiple women tonight so don’t come over here and attempt to ruin our friendship.” Your voice is harsh, trying to get your point across.

“Oh so it’s entirely my fault? You let me have you for thirty seconds and then decide that I’m the bad guy when you get just enough? You’re a fucking tease. You could have stopped me the other day, you could have stopped me right now, but instead you indulge, get just enough for a thrill and then tell me I’m an asshole.” His voice is equally as harsh, alcohol induced anger bubbling to the surface.

“Really? You think that’s what I’m doing? Indulging in my best friend taking advantage of me?” Your voice is getting louder now and you notice some heads turning towards you. You know that saying he’s taking advantage of you is harsh and definitely a bit of an exaggeration but it felt the best way to get your point across.

You see his face twinge at the comment before softening, you can see the remorse across his features.

“Is there a problem over here?” Jaden's voice comes from behind you.

You had almost entirely forgotten about him, too distracted by Lewis.

“How about you mind your business man.” Lewis says, looking past you towards the man.

“Well if it involves my girl I think it’s my business.” Jaden says, stepping up behind you.

Lewis’ scoff is loud as you almost laugh, “Your girl?” You both say in unison.

“Fuck off dude, I know you saw how she was dancing with me, your times up, move on.” Lewis continues and you wish you could muzzle him right now.

“Well from the sounds of things she wasn’t particularly enjoying it, and it sounds like that's not the first time.” Jaden says, stepping in front of you slightly.

“It’s not like that, it came out wrong.” You try your best to reason with Jaden, grabbing his arm in an attempt to stop him from moving any further.

“Sure as hell didn’t sound it.” Jaden's voice is stern as he stares Lewis down.

Jaden is a few inches taller than Lewis, not by much but it's just noticeable. Lewis however is much more built, broad shoulders and biceps the size of both of Jaden's combined. You can tell Lewis is posturing, returning Jadens stare with just as much intensity. It worries you, you know Lewis is already pissed off and very drunk. You’ve never seen him be physical, hell you’ve barely ever seen him truly angry, but you’ve heard stories from his past, you know he can fight and he will never allow himself to be backed into a corner.

“How about you let my friend and I deal with our own problems mate.” Lewis bites.

“From how she talks about you I don’t think you’re exactly her fucking friend.” Jaden says, taking yet another step forward, brushing off your grasp on his arm.

“Guys, this is stupid. Lewis let’s just go.” You say, attempting to step around Jaden to get Lewis out of the bar before this escalates any further.

Before you can do that though, Jaden grabs your arm firmly, keeping you in place, “You’re not going anywhere with this jackass.”

Lewis’ eyes snap down to where your being held, the grip way too tight, “Get your fucking hands off of her, now.”

You wriggle your arm in his grasp, Jaden still not letting up.

“I said, get your fucking hands off of her, NOW.” Lewis’ voice is much louder than before as he steps forward. You're starting to attract attention and you're praying that in everyone's drunken stupor they don’t recognize the racing driver about to start a bar fight.

“Get off of me.” You try again to wriggle free from his grasp, him finally letting you go. You approach Lewis putting your hand on his chest, trying to push him towards the exit.

“Are you okay?” His voice has softened significantly, you can still hear the anger though.

“I’m fine, let’s just go.” You try again to get him out of the door before more people start paying attention. He doesn’t listen, instead grabs your hand gently, bringing it up in front of him to see the red mark around your forearm, the fingerprints firmly marked.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lewis roars over your shoulder at Jaden.

“Lewis, please,” You plead desperately, “it doesn’t matter, let's just go home.”

“He fucking hurt you and you’re saying it doesn’t matter?” His tone is incredulous as he looks at you baffled, clearly not letting up.

“Bro, what the fuck’s going on over here.” Miles' voice comes from behind you and you thank god for your savior in that moment.

“This fucking douchebag was forcing himself on Y/N.” Jaden spits out, clearly thinking Miles will be on his side, unaware of the relationship.

“I highly fucking doubt it.” Miles says, disgust in his voice as he makes his way over toward where you and Lewis stand.

“She said it her fucking self dude, great fucking body guard you are.” Jaden says sarcastically, referencing his comment when they were introduced.

“What’s going on Y/N?” Miles says softly, coming to where you're still pressed against Lewis, trying your best to either calm him or hold him back.

“Nothing, we just need to leave.” You say firmly.

Miles nods, trying to grab Lewis’ arm to pull him to the door, knowing he won’t back down on whatever has him so mad, “Come on man, it’s not worth it.”

“Let’s just go home.” You say calmly, rubbing his chest, hoping to ease him.

Lewis reluctantly lets Miles start to pull him away, keeping his arm around you to keep you as close as possible to him. You don’t fight him on it, it’s not the time.

“Jesus, you’re really going home with that fuck? I guess a slut gets what’s coming to her.” Jaden scoffs.

His comment makes you stop, every ounce of your being wanting to turn around and punch him in the face, but you don’t get the chance, Miles is already on the move. His fist makes direct contact with Jadens cheek, knocking him to the side and almost taking him off his feet. Much to your surprise, it’s Lewis who springs forward and pulls Miles back, grunting something into his ear as he restrains him, pulling him backwards.

“What the fuck!” Charlotte screams, just approaching the situation.

“Fuck you, you’re all fucking insane.” Jaden yells, gripping his jaw, no one in the crowd even moving to help him.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Lewis grits out, pulling Miles back as he moves to grab for you as well.

Charlotte pays no mind, questioning Miles, “Miles, what the fuck was that, I’ve never seen you hit someone, what the fuck is going on?”

“Not now Charlotte.” Lewis says, somehow having become the calm one in the situation. Tears are streaming down your face as Lewis just about carries you out of the bar, Charlotte trailing along behind. You have no idea where everyone else is but right now you want to be as far away as possible.

The second your outside Lewis puts you down, cupping your face as you cry in front of him. He walks you away from the crowd outside the enterance before he pulls you hard into his chest, stroking your hair, letting you cry into his shirt.

“You're okay, it’s all okay.” He hushes you, trying to calm you down.

“No, it’s not all okay,” You suddenly scream at him as you push yourself off his chest, stepping away from him, your emotions from the last week have reached a peak, “neither of you, ever and I mean ever try to fucking fight someone for me again.”

You’re pointing hard at Lewis and Miles, who has since approached to check on you.

“Y/N-” Lewis tries to start.

“No, you don’t get to say the shit that you did or do the shit that you did and then try to fucking white knight all the sudden just because you’re jealous.” You scream at him.

“Baby, I just want to make sure you're okay.” Lewis pleads.

“Well I’m not,” You scream back, “none of this is okay. It hasn’t been since you tried to fuck me Lewis, I haven’t been okay. You have to have known that somewhere in the fucked up little brain of yours. And then you go and try to do it again? And even worse, blame me? Fuck you.”

Your words stop him dead in his tracks, you can see his mind reeling and guilt washing over his face.

“Honey-” Charlotte is slowly approaching you, trying to reason with you.

You don’t let her continue, “And both of you,” you direct your attention towards Miles who still seems to be in shock by your admission, “never fucking do that again, I’ll be damned if I see someone I love get hurt for me. I’ll let you know if I need help, don’t take it upon your fucking selves, I’m grown I can handle myself.”

Miles opens his mouth to speak but is evidently at a loss for words. Charlotte has stopped as well, unsure how to handle you in the moment.

“You know what, fuck this, I’m going home.” You say, tears still streaming down your cheeks as you throw your hands in the air, turning down towards the road to the house.

“Y/N please at least wait for the car, don’t walk home alone.” You hear Lewis call towards you, you can hear him following after you.

“Don’t” You whip around to yell at him, “do not follow me, please just fucking leave me alone.”

You turn back around, making your way down the road, no one follows you, leaving you in silence.

All you want to do is crumble into the ground and not get back up.

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how do you think Cinnabar would treat her lover f!chief who has lots of scars on her face and body (not related to self harm or anything) and is extremely insecure about them? you might write an imagine or just a couple of headcanons as you please. thank you!

Here you go, anon! These kind of turned into... some sort of mix between an imagine and headcanons at the end. Imagicanons? Sure. Well, they still classify as headcanons due to the format, but I digress. I probably would've finished this sooner, but you know... My body decided "No Write, Only Sleep" for several days in a row.

Incidentally, ya'll love Cinnabar so much that I think it's rubbing off on me LOL. I feel like I could write for her in my sleep at this point, which isn't a bad thing.

Cinnabar comforting her lover F!Chief who is insecure about her scars

Cinnabar has a lot of scars; it's a natural consequence in her line of work. She doesn't pay them any mind, so they don't really bother her.

Chief also has a multitude of scars, brands left by both Mania and close calls during combat. Many of them can be hidden by her clothes, and careful application of makeup can more or less conceal the rest, but they're nevertheless quite prominent, and their odd shapes leave no doubt of their unnatural origin. Looking at them leaves Chief sick to her stomach.

When Cinnabar first noticed Chief flinched away from being touched in certain spots, she didn't think much of it. Maybe Chief just didn't like being touched there; it was a perfectly normal boundary. Scars were far from her mind.

In fact, she discovered the scars through a complete accident. Cinnabar usually knocked before entering the Chief's room; naturally, the one time it slipped her mind was the one time she walked in on the Chief changing.

She noticed the scars, but as an afterthought. Her brain had mostly screeched to a halt, eyes going wide, heat rushing to her cheeks; Chief, for her part, was madly scrambling to cover herself with a towel.

“C-Chief, I'm so sorry, I-”

Chief interrupted Cinnabar's frantic blubbering with a raised hand. Her tone sounded resigned, and her gaze was pointedly averted. “It's fine, Cinnabar. I guess I couldn't keep it a secret forever.” She sighed again; before Cinnabar could ask what was bothering her, she continued. “So… what do you think? They're awful, aren't they?”

Cinnabar blinked a few times, trying to figure out what her girlfriend meant. Was… there something she should be noticing? (Scars were so natural to her that she didn't even think to consider them.) “I'm sorry, Chief, I don't understand…?”

“My scars.” It clicked into place, and Cinnabar's gaze returned to the patchwork of Mania marks left behind on her lover's skin. Sure, Cinnabar wasn't going to lie and say they were pretty, but they really didn't seem… Okay, they were bad. But in Cinnabar's eyes, that didn't matter at all.

However, for Chief, it clearly did matter, and quite a lot at that. The last thing Cinnabar wanted to do was dismiss her feelings just because she couldn't relate, so it took her a moment to come up with an appropriate response.

“Chief, scars won't ever look pretty.” That was… still blunter than she would have liked, but Cinnabar worried that if she was any more direct, it would only worsen the problem. “After all, they're your body's marks of survival. When fighting death, or Mania, your body doesn't care about how you look; it cares about staying alive.”

Chief seemed caught off guard by this answer, but Cinnabar could see by the look in her eyes that she was not fully reassured. “I suppose. It doesn't stop me from feeling like an ugly monster, though.”

Cinnabar frowned, approaching and sitting a respectful distance from the Chief on the bed. Her dark hair curtained her face from this angle, yet Cinnabar could still see the most prominent of the scars peeking through. “If it helps at all, I don't see you that way, Chief. You're… wonderful. Incredible. I'm heavily scarred too, you know, so… I don't think anything of it. The only thing that your scars make me feel is… relief, that you're still here. That you're still at my side.”

Another long silence from the Chief had Cinnabar fearing that she'd said the wrong thing. Just as the bodyguard was about to try saying something else, her lover finally spoke. “Have I ever told you you're amazing, Cinnabar?”

Cinnabar couldn't help blushing a deep red. She was no stranger to these words of praise from her girlfriend, but no matter how much time passes, they always got the same reaction from her. “Y-You've mentioned it a time or two…”

Chief laughed again, and before Cinnabar could recover, the smaller woman had curled up against her side, head on her shoulder. Instinct led Cinnabar to quickly gather the Chief up in her arms. “Well, I'll keep saying it. It's true. I don't think I'll ever really be at peace with my scars, but… hearing you say these things does make me feel a little better. Thank you.”

Cinnabar suppressed an audible sigh of relief, hugging her closer. Her girlfriend let out a happy noise and snuggled against her. “It’s no problem, Chief. I'd do anything for you.”

And she would; to Cinnabar, Chief was the most important person in the world. Even if it meant betraying everything else she stood for… Cinnabar would always love, cherish and protect her beloved Chief.

#ptn #path to nowhere #ptn cinnabar #path to nowhere cinnabar #cinnabar #ptn headcanons #path to nowhere headcanons #headcanons

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Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 14]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.4K

With the bags all packed and ready, you and the boys were clearing out the fridge, which mostly had snacks and drinks left. Suddenly, your phone rang. When you saw the number, your expression dropped. A weird feeling started to creep in and settle in your stomach.

“You okay?” Mingi was the first to notice. You nodded stiffly, quickly excusing yourself to answer the call. You entered your room, locking the door and walking to the window.

“A-Ahjumma?” You spoke shakily. She never calls you. The only other time she has ever called you was when Haneul was sick and needed the hospital.

“I was in an accident and will be sent to the hospital. I’ll have to stay there for a few days.” She started.

“How long do I have? I-I’m not in Seoul now.” She didn’t need to explain further. You knew perfectly well what she meant.

“I don’t know. They usually get someone over quite quickly.”

“I’ll make some calls.” You hung up, not bothering to wish her a speedy recovery or even bid her goodbye. You were racing against the clock now. The journey back to Seoul would be too long. You needed someone who was closer to help you. As you paced up and down your room, wrecking your brain, there was a knock on your door.

“Indigo? We’re loading the bus to leave.” You heard Seonghwa on the other side of your door.

“Give me a few minutes! I’ll be right there!” You tried to sound calm and normal. Chewing on your lip, you went into your contacts list to find a number.

“Wooyoung.”

“See? I told you, you would miss me! Not so much without me there right? But don’t worry, we’ll see each other soo-” Before Wooyoung could continue, you stopped him.

“Wooyoung. Please, I-I need a favour.” You tried your best to keep your composure as you spoke to him. At the slight tremour and tone of your voice, Wooyoung stopped talking and became silent.

“Indigo, what’s wrong? Tell me, I’ll help you.” Now you could hear the panic in Wooyoung’s voice.

“I-I need you to help me.” In your mind, you thought about whether you should have asked another friend to help you but you’ve grown to trust Ateez.

“Of course, anything. Tell me what I need to do.”

Throughout the ride home, you tried to act indifferent. But your mind and heart were racing, wanting to yell at the bus driver to just hurry up and speed you back home. But you couldn’t give anything away. Mingi noticed the slight frown on your face and the way you looked out the window. He knew you were anxious but didn’t know the reason.

“Indigo.” He reached out and touched your arm, making you jump. You turned to him in shock, so deep in thought and worry that you had momentarily forgotten where you were.

“Sorry.” Mingi recoiled, as if he was worried that his touch burnt you.

“Are you alright? Are you not feeling well?” He asked worriedly. Now that he was closer, he noticed the cold sweat on your forehead.

“N-No, I’m fine. D-Don’t w-worry.” You tried your best to string together the words to be a bit more convincing but it didn’t work. It only made Mingi more worried about you.

“Here. Drink this.” Mingi handed you a cold water bottle from the cooler. You stared at it for a few seconds before taking it.

“Thanks.” You gulped down the water. But you turned away from him after that. With the others around, Mingi didn’t want to push you any further. It was clear that you were bothered by something but you weren’t going to tell him.

Luckily the boys insisted on dropping you home first. With quick goodbyes, you rushed up to your house with your bags. As you fumbled around with the passcode for your door, you heard giggling and chattering inside and your heart slowed down, not being as erratic as before. Finally, you opened the door.

“Haneul.” You let out a long, shaky sigh of relief.

“Unnie!” The girl left Wooyoung and ran over to you. You felt your legs give out as you wrapped your arms around her. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you were so scared or worried.

“Are you okay?” Haneul frowned. She reached out to grasped your mask, wanting to pull it down but you held her wrist gently.

“I’m fine. You must have been scared, huh?” You brushed the stray hairs away from her face.

“Nope! I waited in front like you told me. Then Wooyoung oppa came. We had burgers! And I had a yummy strawberry milkshake. It was really big but I ate it all.” She rambled.

“Wow, you did? I’m sure it was yummy. It sounds like you had a great time with Wooyoung oppa.” You laughed, hugging her again.

“Maybe I should take my leave.” Wooyoung stood up.

“No... Uh... Hang on. We should talk. But let me settle down first.” You told him.

“Of course, take your time.” He nodded his head and sat back down as Haneul ran back to him to play. You looked at the adoration in his eyes as he played with her excitedly. You moved the bags that you had with you to the bedroom, deciding to unpack later. After that, you gave Haneul a quick shower and changed her clothes into some comfy pajamas.

“Can you sit here and watch cartoons, baby? I’ll be there with Wooyoung oppa.” You asked as you settled her on the couch, turning the television on. Haneul nodded her head.

“Big people talk?” She asked.

“Yeah. I promise I won’t be long.” You stroked her head. She nodded again, eyes already more focused on the show rather than you.

“Come. Let’s talk in the kitchen.” You said and Wooyoung followed you. He seemed to notice how distraught you were, reaching out to rub your arm in a comforting way.

“It’s okay.” He whispered. With a very long sigh, you pulled your mask away. Wooyoung’s eyes widened, unsure of what to do and how to react. Despite everything that happened, he wasn’t expecting you to remove your mask.

“I guess I should tell you everything and who that is.” You nodded over to the little girl on the couch.

“Y-You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure after helping me out of the blue, you would be confused. The least I should do is explain the situation.” You shrugged. Wooyoung nodded his head as you went to get yourself some water.

“That’s Haneul. She is a child that’s been under my care since... practically since birth. She is technically my cousin but her parents wanted to put her up for adoption so I have her under my care instead. And I’ve been providing for her ever since.” You spoke cautiously.

“But the place I picked her up from..” Wooyoung frowned in confusion.

“Is an orphanage, I know. The lady that runs the place has very kindly helped me to look after Haneul. I give her money to care for Haneul and send her to school. In return, she doesn’t give her up for adoption.” You explained.

“I see.” Was all Wooyoung said. He looked like he had a lot of thoughts as he was processing your words.

“The old lady called me to tell me she was going to the hospital. That means the government would send another person down to care for the kids.”

“That’s why you had to get her out so quickly. In case the person notices her there as not a kid for adoption.” Wooyoung pieced your words together. You nodded in confirmation.

“So thank you for helping me and getting her out of there.” You said.

“Hey, it’s no problem at all. I’m glad I got there in time. At least she is safe and you aren’t in trouble.” Wooyoung squeezed your hand.

“Haneul is San’s sister’s name too.” Wooyoung said, looking at the couch where Haneul was.

“So I learnt.” You smiled softly as you cast a look at Haneul too. There was more you wanted to explain to Wooyoung, like why you didn’t want to let this child go when there was probably a much better family out there that could care for her and give her a proper living environment. But it was too much to get into now and you weren’t ready.

“If Haneul needs to stay with you for a bit and you need help watching her, I’ll be more than happy to. Just let me know. If I’m free, I’ll come by and help take care of her.” Wooyoung assured.

“Thanks.” You bowed your head. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, giving you the most comforting hug.

“Don’t shoulder everything on your own.” He whispered.

“This a lot for me right now. So I won’t be telling the others and introducing them to Haneul yet, just until I settle for a bit.” You chewed on your lip as you told him.

“Of course. I won’t say a word.” Wooyoung promised. He hugged you again, knowing that you really needed it. That was when you couldn’t even control it, stray tears spilling from your eyes as you rested on his shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

“This has never happened before... I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared.” You tried to catch your breath.

“Don’t put those scary thoughts in your head.” He rubbed your back. You weren’t worried if you got in trouble. But you didn’t want Haneul to possibly suffer. If they relocated her through the system, you knew you would go crazy trying to find her. It was just risky and scary.

“Sorry.” You pulled away, turning around to wipe your tears. Despite the wet patch on his shirt, Wooyoung didn’t mind. In fact, he was worried seeing you so vulnerable and scared.

“I can stay with you if you need...”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you for everything. I wouldn’t want the others to suspect anything.” You forced a smile.

“No need to thank me.” He gave a friendly peck to your temple. If you didn’t need/ want Wooyoung to stay, he wasn’t going to insist. He walked around the couch. The little girl peeled her eyes away from the screen to look at him.

“I’m going to go, Haneulie. I’ll see you soon.” He waved.

“Why are you going Wooyoung oppa?” Haneul frowned, obviously unhappy that her new friend was leaving so soon.

“Wooyoung has to go home, baby.” You explained. Haneul looked at you, suddenly reaching out to be held by you. You supported her waist as she stood on the couch, her small hands touching your cheeks.

“Did you cry?” She asked.

“No, silly. I just had something in my eye.” You shook your head as you assured her. You weren’t sure if she bought it. Despite not wanting Wooyoung to go, Haneul reluctantly hugged him goodbye. She kissed his cheek and he returned it with a shower of kisses, making her squeal out in laughter. You waved and bowed as Wooyoung left your house.

“Shall we have a bath? I got new bubble soap.” You told her. That sold her immediately as she jumped off the couch and ran off to the bathroom excitedly.

Once Haneul was asleep, you unpacked your bags, did the laundry and had some food. As you sat at your work desk with your food, you wondered how would you go to the studio with her now.

“Right, Hanuel’s school.” The first thing you did was send an email to the administration to let them know you would be taking her out of school for a while.

*BZZ BZZ*

‘I’m free tomorrow in the morning. I can come stay with Haneul while you go unpack your studio stuff. - Wooyoung’

‘Really? That would actually be perfect. I was just wondering how I should go to the studio to get my stuff tomorrow. I’ll probably tell Eden I have to work from my home studio for a bit. - Indigo’

‘Sure, no problem. I’ll come by at 9? - Wooyoung’

‘Yes, thank you so much. - Indigo’

You let out a sigh of relief, so grateful for Wooyoung being able to help you. At least you could go into the office, unpack your equipment and take what you would need for home. And at the same time, come up with some excuse to tell Eden why you will be working from home more.

“I should get some groceries delivered.” You clicked around your computer. Whenever Haneul was here, you would try to cook some healthy food for her with better ingredients. It was your way of spoiling her.

“Beef, mushrooms, seaweed, yoghurt, bananas...” You skimmed through the cart. Beside you, your phone buzzed again. You assumed it was Wooyoung calling and picked up without looking.

“Yes, Wooyoung?”

“Uh, it’s not Wooyoung...” The much deeper voice spoke. You frowned in confusion, lifting the phone slightly to see the contact.

“Oh, sorry about that, Mings. I thought you were Wooyoung, I just picked up without looking. What’s up?” You asked, leaning back in your chair. You rubbed your eyes tiredly.

“Is everything okay? I noticed that you seemed upset in the bus earlier. I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I am, Mings. Thanks for asking and calling to check in. I think I was just tired and thinking about work. But I’m feeling a lot better now.” You said.

“Alright, I’m glad you’re okay. You should rest, I won’t bother you anymore. Goodnight, Indigo.”

“Mingi, you’re not-” You couldn’t even finish your reply before he hung up. As you leaned forward in your folded arms, you let out a long sigh. You hoped that you didn’t sound too exasperated and exhausted to make him think that he was bothering you. You knew that Mingi had good intentions, he was kind and cared for you a lot.

“Goodnight, Mingi.” You said, even though he wasn’t there to hear you. With that, you shuffled into bed. You watched Haneul for a while, moving her hair away from her face.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me. I love you.” You kissed her head before falling asleep.

Mingi stared at his phone. He knew he shouldn’t have hung up on you and he was feeling terrible. Honestly, he didn’t even know why he hung up so abruptly. But you thinking that it was initially Wooyoung calling you made him feel weird.

Plus, Wooyoung came back late, avoiding everyone’s questions of where he was or just giving vague answers, which wasn’t like him. He was always ready to share and tell every single detail.

Unless he had something to hide... Did Wooyoung meet you?

“Argh. Why am I like this?!” Mingi buried his face into his pillow, letting out muffled anguished screams.

“Princess Mingi, what are you doing?” Someone asked, leaning against the door. Mingi’s head shot up in shock as he whipped around, only to sigh in relief when he saw that it was Yunho.

“Nothing. I’m literally doing nothing.” Mingi groaned.

“O...kay? Anyway, San and I are jumping on the game. Are you going to join us? You weren’t answering in the group chat. Again.” Yunho scoffed with his arms crossed. He hated how his best friend always muted his message notifications and that ended up with Yunho having to be Mingi’s message relayer.

“No, I’m tired.” Mingi flopped down onto the bed, whining. Yunho rolled his eyes at Mingi’s dramatisation before closing the door. Grabbing his phone, Mingi opened his notes app.

“Were you disappointed that it was me on the other end?” Mingi leaned back against the headboard, typing out the lines that came to his head.

“I know I’m probably not as good but I promise I still care.” He rapped out the line that he wrote.

Even if these weren’t going to be lyrics for the next song, Mingi always had the habit to just pen down thoughts and observations in that moment. Who knows? It could be useful in the future for group albums or individual projects.

Mingi didn’t sleep much, his mind was racing and too busy to sleep. When he came out of the room to get a drink, he saw Wooyoung dressed and ready to go out, having a coffee in the kitchen.

“Oh, Mangi ah.” Wooyoung acknowledged.

“Hey... Going out so early?” Mingi asked as he headed to the fridge. Wooyoung hummed in reply. But he didn’t say anything more.

“What about you? Why are you up so early?” Wooyoung turned the conversation back onto him.

“Couldn’t sleep so I tried to do some writing. Didn’t think the sun was up already.” Mingi explained. Wooyoung just nodded, finishing his coffee. Mingi’s eyes followed him as he washed his mug then placed it on the drying rack. When Wooyoung waved goodbye to Mingi, the taller did return the gesture but quietly followed him to the door.

“Ouh?... Yeah, I’m on the way. Shouldn’t take too long.” Wooyoung spoke to someone on the phone. Althought Mingi couldn’t hear the words of the reply from the other person, it was a female’s voice.

“No, I’m not rushing. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He chuckled.

“Want coffee? I can pick it up on the way... It’s no issue at all...” The other didn’t even notice Mingi there as he slipped his shoes on and left the shared dorm.

Although Mingi hated that he intruded on practically his brother’s privacy, he couldn’t help but wonder, did Wooyoung have a secret relationship and didn’t tell anyone?

“Oh, Mingi ah. You’re awake so early. Why are you standing at the doorway?” Hongjoong stood there, yawning. The captain was dressed up too, ready to go out as he adjusted the beanie over his messy hair.

“Nothing. Headed out?” Mingi asked.

“Yeah, Eden hyung asked me to come in to the studio for a bit.” He explained with another yawn.

“Wanna come with?” Hongjoong offered.

“Actually... Sure. Let me get ready.” Mingi downed the rest of the drink and went to put his cup in the kitchen. Hongjoong waved him off, tiredly flopping onto the couch to snooze while waiting for Mingi. The taller boy went to take a quick shower and brush his teeth.

“Let’s go, hyung.” Mingi came out. Hongjoong pushed himself to get up from the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. The two rappers went downstairs where their manager drove them to the studio.

“Thanks for understanding, Eden. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Hongjoong and Mingi heard you from the studio door that was left ajar.

“It’s alright, Indigo. Don’t apologise. If you need any help, just let us know.” Eden replied.

“Sure, thanks. I’ll still be contactable through calls and stuff so any time you need me, just ring me.” You assured. Eden walked out with you, seeing Mingi and Hongjoong standing there.

“Hey, Indigo. You alright?” Hongjoong frowned, worried.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, you two. It’s nothing serious.” You laughed and punched the both of them on the arm to loosen up.

“I’ve got to go. Thanks again, Eden. Bye, Joong. Bye, Mings.” You waved and grabbed your bags with the equipment you were taking. The three of them watched you disappear down the lift before going in with Eden.

“What was that about? Is Indigo leaving?” Hongjoong asked. Mingi didn’t say anything, letting the captain do most of the talking and asking. He was feeling a horrible mix of worry and curiosity that he didn’t trust his words now. What if you were really leaving KQ? Eden rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to tell the boys.

“No, she’s not leaving KQ. She’s only working remotely for now. I don’t know much but she said something happened at home where she has to be there.” Eden explained.

“Oh... She didn’t mention anything to us... Mingi?” Hongjoong turned to the taller rapper, who shook his head, confirming that he didn’t hear from you.

“Indigo works well online anyway so I’m not too worried about it. She just... She seemed stressed. More than usual.” Eden sighed.

“I know you will want to check in on her, which is fine. But let’s give her some space for now.” Eden added before Hongjoong could say anything. He knew that all the boys cared for you, they were just that nice and caring.

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mintmoth · 2 years

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What if kalim turned into a otter what will Jamil do?

So I could have very well drawn a goofy thing- but I'm not too great at drawing animals and my brain focused far more on Jamil's initial reaction to seeing Kalim as an otter and less him actively taking care of him (let's be real you know it's just going to be Jamil trying to study/work on anything while otter Kalim is running around in the background causing chaos)

BUT I ended up writing a little thing HA so I'm gonna throw that under a read more in case anyone wants to read since I'm trying to get back into writing occassionaly

"How does something as-" Jamil hesitated, mentally biting his tongue to remain composed in front of a professor, "How does something like this happen on accident?" There was clearly strain to his voice, the words hissing out in annoyance despite the best of his restraint to refrain from doing so.

Crewel responded with a heavy sigh, matching Jamil's attitude with his own furrowed brow and mild scowl. "It happens, when one- or should I say, two highly untrained pups, mess up far beyond their means."

Silver was unable to meet their gazes as the two spoke, head hanging in shame as he gave a small frown to the small otter he was holding in his arms. "I'm not sure what went wrong." His voice was soft but heavy with regret. "This isn't even close to what we were supposed to be making."

Another sigh left their instructor. "Obviously. Yet somehow here we are." A beat passed and the air changed, the man switching back into his more professional demeanor. "There's nothing any of us can do as of right now. He should be more then fine by sometime tonight- something you two can thank your incompetence for, for once." Another soft apology left Silver as Crewel once again set his attention upon Jamil. "I assume you have no complaint in regards to keeping an eye on him?"

Jamil felt his soul wither out of his body. Of course. Kalim fucks up in class and gets turned into an animal and it's on his shoulders to look after him. Outwardly his eye made the smallest twitch but otherwise showed no emotion towards the situation aside from a perfectly practiced polite smile. "Of course. He's already in my care so it shouldn't be too different then normal." Ah, perhaps that was a little too rude.

Nonetheless he found himself being handed the strange creature- er Kalim, he supposed. It was hard to think of the animal as him, if Jamil was being honest. At least until it was settled within his arms, looking up at him with big shining eyes and an almost smile upon its small face. Okay yeah this was Kalim alright. "Though I should ask- is he more animal then human or..?"

"He may behave instinctively, but rest assured he has still retained his human consciousness." Crewel spoke matter of factly, his response earning a small sigh of relief from Silver. "So he should understand me perfectly when I tell both of you that there will be many make up lessons for this little slip up." As if on queue the otter within Jamil's arms stopped staring up at him and whipped around to squeak in horror as Silver let out his own small sound of terror.

It was all Jamil could do to not roll his eyes. No doubt he would find himself helping with those as well. "I suppose we should get out of your hair then." In all honesty Jamil was less than eager to spend the rest of his night tending to this mess, but did find himself drawn to the idea that he might be able to work things in his favor to be quieter then an average night. Already Kalim seemed far less loud as it were.

With a few more apologies and sighs of annoyance the conversation wrapped up proper, Crewel shooing the three from his office and bidding them a final good evening. From there it wasn't hard for Jamil to shake off Silver, assuring him that care for Kalim was covered, yes he understood that it was an accident, and the briefest mentioning of Malleus before he was finally set back on his path to the familiar halls of Scarabia.

Thankfully the small otter within his arms wasn't putting up any of a fight, far too preoccupied with batting at the small metal pieces within Jamil's hair to care about much else happening in the world. Jamil gave yet another glance down to the creature as he entered the hall of mirrors only to see that Kalim was now chewing on one of the bells in his hair. He freely gave this action a scowl.

Where in the hell was he going to put him? The fountain outside might be fun for Kalim and would surely keep him quite occupied, but wouldn't be suitable for the entire night until he changed back. The same went for Kalim's own room, the large open windows to the balcony giving him far too much access to allow his temporary animal brain to take over and send him running. Jamil set foot through the mirror and felt the familiar push of magic wash over him, like breaking through the surface tension of water as the sensation rippled across his body, leaving the coiling heat of Scarabia in its wake.

He gave another glance down, the softest twinge of pain rocking in his chest as he thought about the terrible fate of having a human's consciousness bound to an animal form, no way to properly communicate with others or to pry yourself away from unfamiliar base instincts. It was an awful way to be trapped. Thank everything this was temporary.

Kalim ceased his incessant biting of the tiny bell to look up at Jamil with curiosity, giving the other a small concerned tilt of his head as he saw the look that had carved its way across Jamil's features. The softest squeak left him as he moved to rest a tiny paw against the other boy's cheek.

Jamil pulled back instantly, now wearing a scowl. UGH. The disgustingly familiar act of pity. After another squeak pierced over the sound of Jamil's hurried footsteps he was finally ripped away from his inner monologue. "You're too vulnerable like this, and far too susceptible to-" once again Jamil felt a tug at the bells in his hair. "My point exactly. So you'll have to spend the night in my room. For your own good."

As the small otter that was Kalim cried out in what was clearly pure excitement Jamil did his best to keep ahold of the now thrashing creature. "IT'S NOT A SLEEPOVER. NOW CALM DOWN."

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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This got very long and i understand if you delete without reading.

Earlier this year, I decided that I wanted to spend less time on social media and more time writing and catching up on my book/show backlog. But for some reason any time I say something about wanting to focus on my hobbies I get push back from a friend as if that translates to me avoiding them (it's not. I talk to them on a daily basis but a lot of that is them sending me videos/tweets they want me to look at) I don't know how to explain that I don't want to waste my minute free time when I have hobbies I want to work on/indulge in.

They're in Fandom too so it's not as if they're confused at the concept. IDK how to put it, but it makes me feel discouraged that I feel like I'm expected to sit around waiting in case they want to chat and that if I say I'm working on something it's not important and I need to pay attention to them now but if I message them then I'm interrupting because they don't want to have to stop what they're doing to answer me. This leads to me doomscrolling Twitter because at any second they might want to talk so I feel like I can't do anything else because I struggle at multitasking. I can't text someone and watch something at the same time or whatever.

I don't know what to do about this because when I try to mention that I'm busy or working on something it gets ignored or turns into an argument. I am at the point where I dread my messenger going off.

I'm asking you and your followers for any tips because I am at my wit's end and you all have always been an understanding bunch.

I don't want to be a hermit but sometimes I need a couple of hours to write or read on my own. This is someone I have known for years who i know very well so it's not as simple as "take a break from Fandom and do your own thing" though I suppose that is what my goal was this year. Which makes it feel worse because for years we were really supportive of each other's interests/creative works and now it feels more like I'm meant to be supportive of them and not the other way around.

I know this was long, so thank you for even reading it. I appreciate even being able to vent safely.

As I read over this to make it as vague as possible it occurs to me there are multiple issues that just came pouring out. 😑 but. . .how do I get someone to understand I should have SOME time to do my own thing? I am starting to feel like they forgot I'm a separate person from them. They even get upset that I write fic for fandoms they aren't in and I am so very tired of feeling like I need to walk on eggshells.

"This got very long and i understand if you delete without reading."

This sounds very unlike me.

Re the situation, it sounds to me like these friends are either not very good friends in the first place or have backslid into "everyone exists to comfort me" due to pandemic stress or the like.

My dad calls things like writing "chunk work" where you need to work up to getting in the flow and you need uninterrupted focus. The opposite are all those petty little tasks that eat your whole day, like answering trivial business e-mails or doing the dishes.

Whether you have an attention disorder or executive function problems or no, most brains fundamentally have different modes and aren't good at doing things like creative writing without some uninterrupted time. This has very little to do with how much time you do or don't spend with friends and a lot to do with more consciously managing your day and your brain.

If these friends refuse to understand this or conflate it with taking a month off from friendship, that's a them problem, and you need new friends.

It's perfectly normal and fine to send a meme or a random discord PM to a friend and for them to respond hours later because they were busy.

It seems like there are actually 3 things going on here:

Your "friends" are pretending they don't understand how high-focus tasks work.

Your "friends" demand you be available at the drop of a hat in a way that is unrealistic and that ruins most people's schedules.

Your "friends" would consider it a massive imposition to be on-call for you in the same way but learn zero lessons about it being unreasonable in the other direction.

Possibly a fourth is that they have no intention of changing how they interact with social media, and they know that if you do, it signals the end of your routine interactions. And this might be true. I've lost friends, at least for a few years, when our internet use diverged.

But there's no way around it: if you don't want doomscrolling eating your time, you need to extract yourself from friend circles that interact heavily in real time on twitter. You need friends who write e-mails and wait for the response or who send a PM and are happy to come back to the conversation once you've answered.

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You had to know I was at least going to get this one filled : Full Moon

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Rated E // CW: bite injuries, typical werewolf appearance descriptions (no violent body horror!) // READ ON AO3

Don't Deny the Animal That Comes Alive

“How is it that when something happens, it always happens to you two?” Amanda asked. “Did you say a wolf did this?”

“No,” Bucky grunted back, holding his arm perfectly still as she wrapped an unlordly amount of gauze around his forearm. “I said an alien dog. You said a wolf.”

“I didn’t say wolf,” she corrected. “Someone else said wolf. You have an indestructible arm. Why did you use this one?”

“It didn’t really ask for my permission before it bit me,” Bucky pointed out drily. “I threw both arms over my head. It had its own pick.”

“And you,” she added, turning her attention to Sam. “How did you end up with the exact same wound?”

Sam was doing a noble job of staying still, but he was more out of practice than Bucky and kept flinching each time the ragged edges of the wound were nudged by the bandages being wrapped around his arm. “I did that thing you’re not supposed to do in a dog fight–put my hand right in the middle of it.”

“I was doing fine,” Bucky snapped.

The creatures had come from nowhere. One minute, the mission had been standard fare. Aliens had landed in a forest, razed half the trees in the process, and were doing something to the wildlife that had the Forestry Service concerned. Sam’s diplomatic envoy had turned into a full fledged fight before he could even get a word out, and the fight had ensued normally. They’d even been about to settle the whole debacle with much less bloodshed, and tree-shed, than usual.

But then these creatures had appeared out of thin air. Or maybe the trees. Bucky maintained forests were the worst place to do anything. Fight, hang out, camp, sleep, get frisky, lick wounds. Old growth trees were just harborers of every creepy thing that could exist. He wouldn’t call these things wolves. He hadn’t, thank you very much Amanda. They walked on two legs sometimes. They were all the wrong size and shape. If anything, they were like wolf-man hybrids. Werewolves, he would say if he’d ever seen werewolves before. Aliens, magic, whatever. Storybook creatures? Absolutely not. He wouldn’t believe in it.

He’d been stupid to let his guard down just because they’d first turned their razor teeth and claws on the aliens. They tore through the aliens with a ruthlessness that even the Winter Soldier couldn't have competed with. So much for less bloodshed. And Bucky stupidly thought the creatures would just leave them alone. Clearly they had their sights set on the entities that had crash landed in their backyard or whatever, so Sam and Bucky would definitely be in the clear. Creatures had taken out creatures and disappeared again several times. They didn’t offer up any explanation or history, just took care of business. Bucky thought that was what was happening again.

The attack was so fast, Bucky couldn’t even say what actually happened. He’d turned to talk to Sam, examine a bruise on his browbone. And then he was on his back, all the wind knocked out of him, confused and with pain shrieking through his bones as he registered very large teeth in his arm. And, indeed, not the vibranium arm, which just figured.

When he suddenly saw Sam try to join the fight, his brain came back online. He’d punched the thing in the head, up around where he figured there was a temple, and it worked. The thing cowered away with a whimper and great big dog eyes, like Bucky had stepped on its paw and not like it had just been using Bucky as a chew toy.

And, as soon as they’d come, they were gone. If it wasn’t for the gaping hole in his arm and the split bone that kept making itself known, Bucky would have assumed he’d fully lost the plot and hallucinated the entire thing.

Sam fared slightly better than Bucky. His bite wasn’t as deep. There hadn’t been time for the thing to rip into him. It was just a series of puncture wounds along his forearm.

“You know, if you wanted a couple’s tattoo, you should’ve just asked,” Sam said, like he wasn’t the second one to get the bite.

Bucky glared at him for this oversight. The pain was starting to really seep into him though, so he didn’t have the brain function to give some mature response back, like ‘stop copying me, Wilson.’ He waited for Amanda to finish wrapping his arm and then stood up with a huffy sigh.

“I’m gonna go sleep for a year.”

“Should we tell someone about the alien dogs?” Amanda suggested.

“Go for it. I’m not talking to anyone for a month.”

Amanda rolled her eyes and turned to monitor the last bits of Sam’s bandages being applied. She gave them the same aftercare instructions she always did and foisted another bag of supplies onto them. Which, actually, was good. They’d already run through the last one she’d given them.

“Hey,” she called when they were almost to the jeep that would take them back to HQ. “There’s a full moon in a few days. You should think about chaining yourself to the radiator.”

Bucky scowled at her and Sam gave a genial sort of wave in acknowledgement of her joke.

It wasn’t a fucking werewolf.

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rom-e-o · 4 months

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Liable to Fall - Chapter 2 (Scrooge/OC) (Post-Canon)

Chapter 2 is here! Let the romantic tension and ghost banter continue!

Scrooge and Constance set about the awkward journey of relearning how to interact as husband and wife while his memories remain lost.

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In an instant, the house had turned from an orchestra of scorched cats into a brick and catacomb of uncomfortable silence. Even the ghostly wails of the wind outside proved no distraction.

Magda and Errol tended to Ebenezer, asking question after question to the befuddled man, trying to get a gauge of where holes in his memory had been ripped. Meanwhile, the attending physician had opted to pull Constance aside to speak with her more privately.

“Temporary amnesia is quite common in cases of head trauma,” he said. The man’s hand found purchase on Constance’s shoulder, his thumb working the protrusion of her collarbone with repetitive swipes. “Why, I venture he’ll be back to his normal self before you can say ‘lickety-split’!”

“What’s the longest you’ve ever seen it last?” Constance asked, her hands grasping at her peignoir to nervously hug it tightly about her shoulders and stomach. Something about the swaddling of fabric, even with its lightness, provided a small bit of comfort. It also masked the nervous jitter of her hands.

His smile faltered for a moment. “Well, while it is extremely unlikely in this case to see prolonged symptoms, I’ve seen some cases last a few days, and on much rarer occasions, they can span weeks.”

“But … it’s always temporary?”

“For this level of trauma, yes, that period is a typical diagnosis. The only exception would be…”

“Exception?” Her voice cracked loud enough that Magda glanced over at her in concern, but this raised flag of concern was not noticed.

“Well, the exception would be – and this is a slim chance, I’ll remind you – if there is additional trauma to the brain that isn’t being indicated by external damage to the skin,” he offered, a nervous tic highlighting traces of his Polish accent. “That could complicate matters.”

“Oh.”

“But that is very unlikely!” he said again, tapping the tip of her pert nose to calm her. “The fact that he’s awake and lucid is proof of that.”

She hummed, slightly assuaged. Her lips pursed into a semi-fine line and her eyes bore holes into the buttery walnut floors, as if she was trying to manifest a more desirable answer to slip between the floorboards.

“However, I do ask that you keep an eye on him,” the physician added, glancing over his shoulder at Ebenezer, who was currently seated in one of the more cushioned visitors’ chairs that rested before his work desk. “Should any other symptoms arise, you’ll want to send for me promptly. If his forgetfulness continues, or if he experienced numbness, immediate medical attention will be necessary.”

The nervous tremble spread to her knees. Suddenly, her craving for her pain medication, which she had mostly been able to ween off since coming to London, began to flare. A telltale tightness pulled at the skin of her face, while her chest felt as if it was ballooning.

“I have a bell in my office and home with a sign proclaiming my residency, and encourage any of my clients to give it a ring if peril arises. You are no exception to that, loved one.”

With a sobering swallow, she steadied herself with a light sway. Her eyes fell shut as her chin rested upon the slope of her chest.

Concerned by her reaction, the doctor gave her shoulder a firmer grasp, in the same way one might try to awaken someone out of a deep slumber.

“I’m fine,” Constance said, offering the physician a crooked grin, “Truly, I’m fine. J-Just a bit in shock.”

“A perfectly normal reaction, given present circumstances.”

With another deep, lung-sealing breath, she felt herself touch Earth again.

“Thank you, Dr. Adamczyk,” she muttered. A hand drifted to her shoulder to take his calloused one in hers, cradling it in her hands. “I appreciate you very much for tending to us at such an unusual time of the day.”

The older man beamed, his smile lines perfectly chiseled to cradle his wide grin. “Oh, ‘tis my job, love. Pay it no mind.”

Constance thanked him and went to pay him for his services. The kind doctor attempted to talk him down from the ludicrous sum she offered, but as far as she was concerned, it was more than worth it. After all, he’d come running to help her husband, and has consoled her and even offered to revisit and tend to him in the future outside of normal shift hours. No bill was too large to pay back that act of kindness.

While she made sure he was compensated and made sure he had a carriage to help get him home, Magda was before Ebenezer, eyes boring into him as if he was a suspect and she was the interrogator.

“What is the last thing you remember, dear?” she asked, her fingers tapping his shoulder vigorously, as if she could drum up those missing memories herself. “Spare no details. If you remember anything, please speak it into the universe for us.”

“Magda, I’ve never seen you so frazzled,” Ebenezer teased lightly, hands covering hers to push them off him and gently cradle them. “I think you’re even more wound up than the time you first came here and saw that I did have pepper in my kitchen.”

“Oh, I haven’t pardoned you for that sin, dear,” she replied, her smile wry, “But please, this is not joking matter.”

A silver brow lofted. “Is it…regarding …”

His eyes flickered to the redheaded woman (a beautiful woman, he couldn’t help but notice) escorting the doctor who has aided him earlier out of the house. Second to her appearance, which alone made him blush like a schoolboy, he noticed some … interesting elements about her. First and foremost, her dress. Or, more frankly, her lack thereof – as she was dressed only in a peignoir and matching robe overtop, velveteen and boasting a gold belt fastened at the waist. She wore little to no cosmetics, and her hair was done casually. She looked more like a resident in his home than another visitor.

“You really don’t remember her?” Magda inquired. “At all?”

“I-I’m afraid not, no…” Ebenezer replied. “W-Who is she?”

“Your wife.”

Silence, then a chuckle. A nervous chuckle, accompanied by a concerned furrow of the brows. “That’s … that’s absurd. I’m fifty years old, not some young buck attending balls and galas. I’m not even looking to marry.”

“Well, you weren’t before you met her.”

Another slow blink, as if he was a slowly suffocating fish. He looked over his shoulder to steal one last glance at her before she exited the study completely. He peered at her hands, and sure enough, saw a wedding ring shining brightly on her finger.

The speed at which he looked down his at own hand mirrored that of a panicked songbird hearing the caw of a hawk in the distance. Sure enough, a match gold band glimmered back at him. A shocked laugh tumbled from his lips with the grace of falling river rocks.

“Bloody hell, y-you’re not joking.”

Magda batted him upside the head. “Of course, I’m not, you daft tit!”

While Errol rushed to take his wife’s hand, speaking in flawed but compassionate Hungarian, Ebenezer stared ahead into the middle-distance. His fingertips grazed his reddened cheek as he mulled over the heavy realization that had been loaded upon his still-sore body.

“I’m married?” he mumbled, more so to himself than anyone else, “I-I … I’m married? After Isabel, I…?”

The sound of the study door reopening startled him out of his daze, and he lofted his head to watch the woman from before reenter the room. Not just any woman, he reminded himself. His …wife.

He found himself staring at her, his mind riffling through any memory with ardent desperation. Gods, she looked so kind. So lovely. She didn’t look deserving of having her husband, or any loved one, forget her.

Then, of course, he registered again that she was beautiful. Uncannily beautiful, in all honesty, but he’d never dream of voicing that opinion. She looked out of place in a home belonging to him, some bloke who had wasted decades of his life penny-pinching. Also, her accent … was she American as well? How the hell had they even met?

“I saw the physician out,” the copper-haired woman reported as she came to a stop before them. “He told me ring him if any symptoms worsened, or if any new numbness or pain were to manifest in the coming days. Speaking of which…”

She turned to look at Ebenezer, her gaze tender and soft. Her irises were as blue as oceans from storybooks. Maker, she had freckles too!

“How are you feeling, de—Ebenezer?”

Fuck, his heart practically writhed through his chest. She looked bloody devastated, and he hated that he was the one causing a woman who he obviously loved such torment.

“I-I’m feeling much less dizzy than before,” he said honestly, tipping his head to her. “Much obliged.”

Love. Right. If they had married, then it stood to reason that they loved each other. At least, he knew that he would never marry a woman for any reason other than if he felt an undying devotion to her. The Spirits from that fateful Christmas Eve had warned him aplenty about denying the good intentions in his heart – and in the hearts of others – ever again. He was to be honorable and honest, and he’d embraced that. After so many years of denying himself happiness and joy, he’d found himself again … now, he felt oddly vacant. As if, when he looked at her, something was missing. As if she had something he yearned for, but he couldn’t place exactly what.

She smiled at the chivalrous gesture. There was a definite touch of sadness to her expression. “You’re welcome.”

After another tense moment, Magda was the one to break the metaphorical ice with a student clap of her hands.

“It’s been a long day, and I think we could use a little pick-me-up. I’ll make some pörkölt for supper,” the woman said. “Connie, dear, can you help me with preparing the gray cattle meat? I'll grind the paprika.”

“Y-Yes, of course,” she said, slightly caught off guard by the chance in topic, but not stopping it. It was clear the poor woman was in need of quite a distraction.

Connie? Ah, a nickname. So, her real name would have been…

“Constance?”

The way the woman flashed her gaze to him, it poignancy nearly stunning him to stone. Guilt jabbed at his heart for getting her hopes up, but he had to ask. “T-That’s your name, yes?”

“Oh.” The disappointment was clear on her face, but she did try to hide it as quickly as possible as to not cause him any guilt. “Y-Yes, you’re correct. T-That’s my name.”

“And…you’re really my wife?”

The questions left his lips before he could stop it. Blazes, he could feel Magda’s gaze boring holes into his body.

“Yes,” Constance answered. Mirroring his gesture from before, she inclined her head to him in formal greeting. “I’m your wife.”

“Constance…Scrooge?”

“Constance DoGoode-Scrooge,” she said, lifting her nightgown and curtseying. “It’s…nice to meet you.”

“Smooth, old boy."

“I cannot bear to hear your insufferable comments right now, Jacob."

As if the scenario alone wasn’t enough to scald his nerves, watching himself blunder every step of way in speaking to her was painful. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t bear to leave her twice in the same day.

“Infinitely more awkward than your first meeting with her,” Marley commented, chains rattling harshly with even the softest of movements. “When she showed up in that butcher shop, hair unwashed and shivering? Panicked as a mouse in a razed field?”

“She’d just survived thirty days in the basement of some horrid boat,” Scrooge snapped.

“Yet, she caught your eye.”

“Of course, she did,” he started, rage simmering down into something more timid. That day … it was crystal clear to him. He remembered stopping in to speak with the owner about getting a treat for Prudence (her favorites were the stuffed bones), and remembering her calm, yet obviously exhausted, voice inquiring about finding work.

The moment he had gazed upon her, he knew he had to help her. There was something ethereally trustworthy in her eyes, and in the way she carried herself with such grace even after looking like she’d crawled through the trenches and gutters. In a way, she’d done exactly that.

Then, to learn she’d also survived the trip without the opium-based pain medication that her ex-husband had all but gotten her addicted to … the paleness of her cheeks and hollowness of her eyes had made even more sense.

Had it tarnished his view of her? Not in the slightest. If anything, he respected her more.

“Well, you always did have a type,” the elder ghost said, bringing a transparent hand up to examine his nails. “Curls. Blue Eyes. Freckles.”

“It wasn’t just that,” he objected, resenting the insinuation that his interest was purely because of her physical attributes (though, they certainly didn’t harm matters). “Jacob. Tell me. You watch over this house, yes?”

“I do.”

“Then you must see,” Scrooge said, “She’s a hard worker! Why, her mind is sharper than some of those old codgers at Lloyds – she could run their numbers into the ground and tally their receipts with her eyes closed.”

“All while being clumsier than a newborn fawn. Or a loose doorknob.”

Ebenezer turned with a clenched fist to clobber his partner but was halted by the sound of Marley’s loud laughter. It caught him off guard, and in one moment, he realized just how much he’d missed the man. Why, they’d spent decades together, and had been friends. Companions through and through.

“I must confess, I’d forgotten what this felt like, old boy…” Marley revealed, the gold obols on his eyes seeming to shine extra bright. “You always were sterling company. Though, I must say, you’re more of a spitfire than you used to be.”

Scrooge frowned, glaring at his partner impatiently. “More of a spitfire to you, you mean.”

“Ah, I suppose that is what I mean,” he laughed. “With me, you were always a bit of a pushover. I supposed you were just more fond of me than others, yes?”

“Well, you did mentor me in many ways,” he mumbled, “Including the habit of holding you in the highest esteem.”

Marley laughed even harder at that, and the tiniest of smirks graced Ebenezer’s face. It was a moment of respite in an otherwise hopeless scenario.

As Marley’s laughter came to a natural end, their attention was called away from conversing with each other as they observed Constance bowing to him again and making her way out of the room.

“I-I’m going to help Magda with the stew meat,” she explained somewhat bashfully as she gripped the study doorknob. “I suppose I’ll see you at dinner?”

“Y-Yes,” Ebenezer said. “I-I’ll be there.”

Smiling gently, she tipped her head to him and slid out. Perhaps it was him imagination, but she moved with an uneasy quickness.

As the door fell shut, Scrooge allowed a tense sigh to leave him.

“Ye, gods, what have I done?” he mumbled to himself, a hand smoothing the deep creases in his forehead as he slinked back to his desk chair. Completely ignorant of the ghosts moving away from the desk to make way for the mortal man, he slinked into the chair and practically collapsed.

For a moment, he laid there, silent and still; simply resting his body and mind from the event that had just transpired. After just a moment to rally himself, he shot upright and left the desk. With long-legged strides, he paced around his desk, scanning the documents that were scattered about, including the paperwork he’d been working on before his fall.

None of the names or accounts on the banknotes looked familiar to him; they must have been new clients.

Another cursory examination revealed a familiar name as a key signature on some of the final documents. He recognized his signature, as well as Bob’s, but above their side-by-side names, there was a smaller name written in loopy, meticulous script:

Constance Albany DoGoode-Scrooge, Bank Clerk & Accounts Specialist

She was his wife … and his clerk?

Thinking fast, the man bent down and opened the bottom drawer of his desk. It was the space where he kept records of all his previous employees and coworkers (all two of them). He knew he had Jacob’s files, including all the legal documents from his passing, but he also had documents items such as Bob Cratchit’s initial application, as well as identification documents that were renewed annually. As expected, his file had grown sizably following his promotion.

He ventured that, if he had documents about them, he had to have …

“There!”

Sorted alphabetically in the drawer by her surname, he stumbled across her dossier. He opened it and was immediately greeted with the materials he’d used to apply for her job with. A copy of her diploma from Bradford University in Massachusetts, the results of her bank clerk pre-exams (top marks, of course) as well as other documents. Accreditation, test scores, etcetera.

Also included were her age, her upbringing, her family and personal address, and … the name of a spouse. A New York investor with their hand in many national and international businesses.

She’d been…married before him.

Beyond intrigued, he hauled the file to the top of his desk. Turning to the first document, he started at the top and began to read.

If he couldn’t remember her, then for now, the least he could do was relearn about her.

Tag List: @quill-pen, @crimson-phantom-designs, @thedivinelights, @purgratoriat, @bluestarliight, @alolaamii, @vixx-ari

Thank you all for the support! <3

#scrooge 2022 #scrooge x oc #scrooge netflix #scrooge a christmas carol #oc constance dogoode

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nyaniikat · 1 year

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Hello cat I just read your hawk x male reader one and it was so cute ahahahah🤍🤍🤍😭

For my request today, maybe a genshin boys x male reader Head canons of m!reader being shy and more smaller then them. If you don’t want to wright this it’s perfectly fine this was just an idea lol! Have a great day 🤍🤍🤍🤍🪴

Thank youuu!!!!! I'm glad you guys enjoyed it~ my brain was itching me to write something cute when I was trying to sleep.

I didn't finish making the other genshin guys headers so I hope the lil story at the end will make up for it

Please enjoy!

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Male reader

Fem aligned DNI

Masterlist

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You're my Shy little Shorty

・❥・There's no doubt this man will tease the living shit out of you. Who knew there would be a guy like you that would be short and adorable? anemo guys

・❥・You being short and small made it perfect for Kaeya to hold you. Kaeya enjoys hugging you from behind and resting his chin on the top of your head. Something about it just makes him feel relaxed knowing you are there for him when he needs to get some weight off his shoulders.

・❥・He didn't mind you being shy. Though he sometimes does find himself in a bit of trouble trying to understand what you're saying as your voice is so quiet but he does try his best!! he would ask you to repeat what you said slower and a bit louder which makes you panic, but he makes sure that you take nice slow deep breaths so your anxiety and panic won't affect you as much.

・❥・Despite your shy nature, you were quite a fighter and your confidence shoots up when you see a person needing help. Even though you were just someone who works at a bakery, that hydro vision of yours wasn't for nothing.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kaeya sometimes wonders if there would be a time when he had to choose between his home or you. The thought of it made him feel uneasy as a sour face begins to set on his face, he didn't even realize he was battling himself in his head until you shook his shoulder snapping him out of his head.

"Are you alright dear? that was quite a face you made."

You looked at him with a worried look

'Oh how I wish I was born normal. Maybe I wouldn't be in a position like this.'

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm just thinking of work stuff is all. It was quite a lot I had to handle today."

"Well if you ever need to let something out you can always come to me about it. Whether I understand it or not I'll listen to you any time."

Your soft smile and your kind eyes were something he could never get enough of. He didn't want this to go away ever so he pulled you close to him hugging you, feeling the tension on his shoulders fall off.

"Sweetheart you're so perfect for hugging you know that? you're so cute and small like a mouse~"

A visible blush appeared on your face, you lightly hit his chest in protest

"Can't we just have a moment where you don't point out how small I am??"

"Sorry sweetheart but you're my shy little shorty~"

・❥・You were but a simple pottery artist trying to make a living, but somehow you managed to land a big one by grabbing the attention of an older tall gentlemen who is now your boyfriend.

・❥・Zhongli never saw your small size or your shy personality as a hinderance instead he found it quite cute. He was a man with a lot of patience and respected your craft...well.. you just hope he was wise with his spending's sometimes. You always wondered how this man grew up to not carry mora constantly on hand

'He must've been suuuuppeerr rich before' you thought yeah man I wonder too

・❥・He would always wait to hear you out first due to your quiet voice, thankfully he had a good ear so no matter how quiet your voice gets he always seems to get what you're saying.

・❥・Zhongli enjoys being with and listening to you, even though you're quite shy and get scared to talk to people you sure did love to ramble about the little things in life. You could be talking about how you saw Beidous ship come by or how you pet a mother cat and gave her food and he would listen and listen. Smiling and giving his fullest attention to you and only you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A sneeze echoed through the room. You weren't in your best condition at the current moment due to you coming back home drenched in rain water lately, the rain always had something against you. Every time you were on your way back home, the rain always poured down on you. Talk about bad luck, thankfully before you got jailed into bed by the cold, a young man with dark green hair and a polearm in hand helped you get home before it got worse outside.

He talked about how he's helping because he got tired of seeing you run and struggle through the rain despite there being clear signs of rain there were not any clear signs. You got home tired and cold, almost passing out from your body being unable to handle what you've been putting it through. Zhongli was there by the table when he saw you come through the door whilst sensing his yaksha linger nearby, knowing that someone he trusted brought you home before it got worse eased his mind however this did not stop him from feeling concerned that you were willing to run in the rain instead of waiting it out.

So now you were stuck in bed, trying your best to keep your eyes awake as you wait for Zhongli to finish with the herbal soup that's meant to make you feel better. A few more minutes has passed and your eyes got heavier, you decided to shut your eyes just so you wouldn't struggle to keep them open and without realizing you were fast asleep.

Zhongli walked in the room wanting to see if you were up to eat or not but saw you asleep. He silently walks to the bed sitting at the edge of it next to you. Brushing your hair to side of you face he decides to admire you. Even though he was angry with how you came back home he kept in mind that you always came back with a smile and a hug for him with some gifts in hand. He would have to ask Xiao to keep an eye on you when it starts to rain and escort you back home when he gets the chance. But this doesn't mean you weren't having a stern talk once you start feeling better.

"It seems I really can't get you out of my head y/n, you worry me sometimes"

Cupping his hand on your cheek and rubs his thumb against your face. You nuzzle into his hand finding comfort with it.

"You're my shy little shorty, I don't think I can ever get fully mad at you."

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#katniiwrites #genshin fanfic #kaeya x male reader #kaeya alberich #genshin impact #headcanon #male reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x male reader

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moregraceful · 6 months

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hockeyblr ask game

tagged by the illustrious @kitnita thank you my friend ✨

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

I have told this story many times and I will tell it again because I think it is so funny and perfectly demonstrates how I can be convinced of literally anything if I have a good time. when there was the great bandom collapse and all my bandom friends turned to hockey I said fuck hockey I will never be a fan of hockey what the fuck is an edmonton oiler. and joined Twin Peaks fandom like any normal 20 year old college student in the year 2009 would. EIGHT YEARS LATER, my dear friend got into the pens and said pls pls pls get into pens hockey rpf with me the fic is so good. and I said NO. FUCK sidney crosby (did not know who sidney crosby is). 1 year later this same dear friend said pls pls pls come to this Sharks-Pens game with me, no one else will go with me bc tickets are $90 and i gotta see my man evgeni malkin, pleaseeee. and I said you want me to pay 90 american dollars for HOCKEY???? and she said yes and I will buy you a beer. I said okay FINE.

went. experienced several emotions I had never felt before. experienced several old emotions I had not felt in a long time. experience a few emotions that didn't exist. experienced emotions only shrimp feel. Pens lost but this was in 2018 so the Sharks were still pretty good and it was a genuinely skilled game of hockey in a packed arena. I was enthralled. the game was so exciting and so fun to watch. Evgeni Malkin's legs were so long. Tomáš Hertl's ass was so big. I don't even think I finished my beer I was so into it.

"haha heyyyy," I said as we walked out of SAP center. "you uh got any recs for these pens guys?" "oh boy DO I EVER!!" she said. and it was all over.

(hilariously I swore I would never be a fan of the Sharks but my terminal Bay Area brain disease took over and I fell eventually bc I always fall for the home team in the end. also bc for a long time my schedule was 9-6 or 12-9 in a library with an open plan office with an hour commute on both ends and I really cared about how people perceived my work ethic for a while, so I would just never watch or listen to games at work. by the time I quit I would watch full Avalanche games on my night shifts though dw lol.)

2. Your first ever fandom friend

trying to think of who I was friends with on hockeyblr first that wasn't someone I knew from livejournal or someone I met through someone I knew on livejournal lmfao. it took me like 10 years to figure out how to make friends with people on tumblr lol. I have no idea

3. The jersey you would most like to own

historically I have never denied myself the pleasure of owning anything however I did get in a bidding war for a Jared McCann HIFE jersey when he was on the Pens -- had to stop bidding when the jackass I was up against went over $1k bc I just could not justify spending $1k on a jersey. on the bright side this means someone paid one thousand american dollars for a jared mccann pens pride jersey lol

I wanted a Matt Murray HIFE jersey another year too but the bidding went from $500 to $1.5k in like two hours and I was like oh ok. and gave up on ever owning a pens HIFE jersey

I assume if the Cuda have a pride jersey this year I do something reckless this year lol. fingers crossed no one fucken sits so I have options

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

Cale Makar..... (didn't he try to kill jared mccann a man you just said you were willing to pay nearly $1000 for his jersey - yes and he felt bad about it. it's a violent sport who cares). I hope I am able to watch an Avs game again someday :')

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

ROOPE/ROBO HIVE RISE. also jason robertson/nick suzuki. i mean Jason Robertson in general, supremely underutilized considering how bananas hot he is

6. Your favourite on-ice moment

god have I ever actually seen anything good happen on ice, ever. oh!! When Garnet Hathaway scored a goal against the Sharks and fell over and he was just punching the air and Nic Dowd started pummeling him bc he was so excited for Garny

also Pat Sieloff pride night gwg. he said I won't do pride tape but I'll end an ot on Pride night with my only goal of the season. He did that for me.

link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

pls read @kitnita's robotter primer it is literally a masterclass in ship primers. we need more ship primers like zoe's primers. i dream every day of writing a primer as masterful as zoe's robotter primer. (also her robotterpetey primer was SOOOO good and then my stupid ass gm stole petey and now he has to pay income tax. sorry to the state of texas for my gm's crimes.)

@tofumilanesa's strauss mann eating disorder fic featuring jasper weatherby that i think about every week, then i sit on the floor and yell and yell and yell

and bc i was hooting and hollering about it earlier today, the original dick trick by mcspot is one of my all time favorite fics - joe thornton/patrick marleau where patty is aspec. i read it like every six months and experience shrimp emotions. it is by no means an unknown fic but it does star the sharks so obvi not getting as much attention as it SHOULD

link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

😐

I started writing this post in the grocery store check out line and then the check out guy was like if you donate money to Second Harvest food bank I'll do a voice impression. I was like what??? and he was like yeah for real :) and pointed a piece of paper with several character voices. so I donated $10 and got Charmander and Jar-Jar Binks and it was very impressive voice acting but it's been two hours and I'm at home now and I'm still so harrowed that I donated $10 just to hear Jar Jar Binks comment on the amount of kombucha I was buying

Listen to Get A Read On Me while doing the dishes and tell Beryl what a great job they did!!!!

#fresno oilers.txt

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Hiii!! Previous anon from the most recent self aware gacha pulling ask and the ask about a reader who starts asking for big impossible things

Thank you so much for answering the both of them!! Sorry if any of my asks came out as curt or anything

Going on to what I’m going to talk about. I’ve been imagining a reader in the enstars self aware au who shows no biases to anyone at first. They do like 3 pulls and just work with whatever cards they get. They’ll also randomize the characters on their Home Screen whenever they get bored. It seems like they’re saving up gems, tickets, dias for something but what? Lets just say that this is on engstars and the reader has a good idea on the upcoming banners.

Everything’s like normal until the idols realize that the reader has been hovering around opening and closing the game today. Like they’re waiting for something. Then the newest banner releases and the reader starts pulling with all the dias they’ve saved on that banner.

If the reader doesn’t get their beloved idol card then lets just say they sulk and stop playing the game for a week or two!

If the reader does then they start spending all their tickets and gems on the idol card they wanted. Immediately going for things like clothes, spps, or story chapters first! And immediately puts them on their team at the center, no matter what color the song may be.

Sorry for rambling! This specific idea has just been racking my brain for the past day!

Don´t worry, you´re perfectly fine!

gn reader

tw yandere

I would imagine in a situation like this, the idols would be quite anxious as you haven´t given them any hints as to who of them you prefer. You aren´t pulling for any of the current banners and you don´t even conciously choose who you want to see on your homescreen. The one you got as your starter card is probably happy that at least they get to always be on your team because they´re most likely your strongest card and you at least actually chose them in some capacity.

All the others are nervous because they have no idea how you feel about them. Do you like them? Do you hate them? Or are you just indifferent to them? It kind of keeps them awake at night and they need to know

Every time a banner or event passes by and you don´t go for their card, they´re always very disappointed, wondering if this is a sign that they´ll need to try harder to to earn your love.

And then all hell breaks loose when you finally do end up pulling on a banner, spending all of your hard-eard dias for a single character who obviously couldn´t be happier. All this time, you were patiently waiting for their turn! Oh, they´re so so delighted and overjoyed! You like them more than everyone else! Depending on who they are they´re definitely going to rub this in the others´s faces.

" Oh didn´t you see? They completely skipped your banners but they spent it all for me. Oh, they must love me more than anyone else!"

Of course the idol is trying their best to get to you as well when you´re trying so hard but it´s going to be very difficult when everyone is conspiring against them. Now that everyone realizes that this characters if your favorite they all have a common enemy.

#yandere ensemble stars #ensemble stars #yandere ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #yandere enstars #enstars #yandere self aware au #ensemble stars self aware au #yandere self aware ensemble stars au #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #yandere x reader

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miss-ariella · 2 years

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The History of Love: Part 9 - Professor Andy x Student Reader

Warnings: Professor x Student relationship, smut

Word Count: ~2100

Author's Note: It's been a while, I know. The end of the school year fried my brain and it's taken me this long to be ready to write again, but it's finally here. I will be adding one more part to this, hopefully in the next week or so. Thank you to all of you who patiently waited for me to get back to this. I hope it was worth the wait.

Part 8 Masterlist

After making up with Andy, the two of you spent the rest of the weekend in your own little world within the walls of his house.

Sunday evening found you curled up with Andy on his couch. You were laying between Andy’s legs while he watched a football game on tv. You had no idea how football worked, and Andy had tried to explain it to you but got distracted by the action of the game. That was perfectly fine to you, it was much more entertaining to watch Andy watch the game than actually figure out what was happening.

As the game went to commercial, Andy reached for the remote and turned the volume down. He cleared his throat slightly before whispering in your ear “I love you.”

Your face breaks out into a smile as you lift your face towards his and press a quick peck to his lips.

“I love you too,” you whisper back to him.

“So tomorrow?” Andy asks, before trailing off. You know what he’s referring to. Tomorrow is Monday and after a week of hiding out in your dorm, you need to go back to class. That includes back to Andy’s class.

“Tomorrow, I go back to my dorm, back to my classes and we act like nothing is going on while in public,” you sigh, before dropping your gaze and playing with the tassel on the gray throw blanket Andy had draped over your laps when you sat down.

Andy wraps his arms tighter around you before placing his chin on your shoulder.

“I know it’s not ideal, but just for a little while longer,” he reminds you. And he’s right. There are only four more weeks until the end of the semester. After the break, you and Andy agreed to go to the dean together and inform the school of your relationship. Apparently, student and staff relationships weren’t against the college’s handbook officially, but they were highly frowned upon. Andy had suggested fudging the details of when you had gotten together so as to not run the risk of getting either one of you in trouble.

“But after school and on the weekends, you’ll come here and everything will be fine,” he reminds you.

That was what the two of you had decided on, after spending hours discussing your relationship that morning. You had both laid everything out on the table, all your insecurities and worries. All the stress of keeping your relationship a secret. Everything. Then you had come up with a plan; get through the rest of the semester without anyone finding out (except Kay), spend some time over the holiday break together, and then inform the college of your relationship several weeks into the spring semester. In the meantime, Andy had given you a key to his place and invited you to stay over whenever you wanted.

“It’ll be okay y/n,” Andy quietly reassures you.

“I know.”

After returning to campus on Monday, you were surprised by how easy it was to fall back into your normal routine. First, you had to tackle the mountain of make-up work after missing a week’s worth of classes. There was a quiz to make up for economics, a paper you had to scramble to finish on time as well as a boatload of homework to make up across your four classes.

When Andy had seen your pile of schoolwork that evening as you worked at his kitchen table, he felt a little guilty. It was his fault after all you had missed a week’s worth of classes.

“Hey,” he greeted you as he pulled out the chair next to you and sat down. “I’ll excuse your missing work for my class, okay? Don’t worry about it, you’ve got enough on your plate here,” he tells you as he gestures to the organized chaos in front of you.

“Andy, no,” you start. “It’s fine, I need to do it.”

“No, it’s really okay. It’s my fault anyway that you missed class, the least I can do is take a little bit off your plate and excuse you from the assignments in my class.”

You look at the man sitting next to you and sigh before reaching for his hand and grasping it between yours.

“It’s a very nice offer, Andy, really, thank you. But, if you do that, and the dean finds out you gave me special treatment it could backfire. Remember, we have to make it look like this relationship started after the semester was over and I was out of your class.”

Andy drops his head onto his chest and sighs. He knows your right.

“Okay, okay,” Andy agrees. “But what if I accidentally left the answer key lying around and you just happened to find it,” he suggests with a grin.

“Andy!” you admonish him, playfully smacking his arm before turning your attention back to your work. Andy laughs, before pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head and going off to make dinner. He figures he can do that at least while you slave away over your homework.

Two weeks before the end of the semester and you find yourself having a hard time focusing in your Wednesday class with Professor Barber. The heater was broken in the lecture hall, stuck on high, and everyone had peeled off their warmer outer layers, including Andy.

You were chewing on the end of your pen as you admired his trim figure in the dress slacks and white button-down he was wearing. Andy had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and all you could think about as he wrote on the whiteboard was how much you wanted those arms holding you down while he fucked you.

“Y/N!” Kay hisses at you, breaking you out of your daydream.

“What?” you furtively whisper back.

“You’re drooling again,” your best friend teases. You roll your eyes at her and try to focus on the notes you are supposed to be taking about battles of the Revolutionary War. Though the image of Andy’s arms holding you down while he rams his cock into you doesn’t stray far from your mind.

Instead of waiting for Andy in the lecture hall at the end of class, you head straight for his office. It takes about ten minutes before Andy makes his way down the hall toward you. If he’s shocked to find you there it doesn’t show as he calmly greets you, unlocking his office door and ushering you inside.

Andy barely has the door closed before you’re on him, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders and undoing the buttons down his shirt.

“Y/n,” Andy moans, grabbing your wrists as you try to undo the last few buttons.

You give him the best innocent look you can as you look up at him, “Yes professor?”

“We talked about this,” he warns, making you sigh. The two of you had agreed no more hanky-panky while on campus, though it’s kind of hard to take Andy seriously when you can feel his hardening cock pressing against your stomach.

You stretch up onto your tiptoes before whispering in his ear, “Do you know how hot you looked up there today? How much I wanted to have those arms holding me down while you fucked me into the mattress?”

Andy groans as your hands finish the last button and begin untucking his shirt from his pants.

“And while yes, I could wait until later tonight, I thought it would be such a waste not to put that couch of yours to use,” you continue, sliding the crisp dress shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor.

“Fuck it,” Andy growls, easily picking you up and carrying you over to the couch. You quickly strip down to your bra and panties as Andy undoes his belt and pushes his pants down, freeing his cock.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him standing there in front of you. His monstrous cock draws your eyes up to his toned abs and thick arms. For being forty years old, Andy is still the hottest man you’ve ever seen.

Andy pushes you back until you are lying on the couch, one strong arm coming to rest across your collarbone holding you in place, while the other reaches down into your panties.

“Wet for me already,” he notes as his fingers gently rub up and down your slit. You bite your lip to hide a moan, making Andy smirk. He quickly withdraws his fingers, pulling your panties off and climbing onto the couch above you.

“Is this what you wanted?” Andy asks as he lines the head of his cock up to your entrance. “For me to hold you down and fuck you in my office?”

“Yes!” you cry out as Andy plunges his cock into you.

“Still so fucking tight,” Andy groans as he sets a punishing pace, his cock thrusting in and out of you. He moves his hands from where they’ve been holding onto the armrest above your head and grasps onto your shoulders, causing a gush of wetness between your legs.

You reach a hand down toward your pussy to rub your clit but Andy smacks it away.

“Nuh-uh, if you’re going to cum it’s going to be from my cock alone,” he tells you, pushing you further into the couch as he pounds in and out of you.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as Andy repeatedly hits that magic spot inside of you. There was no denying that sex with Andy was amazing. The man knew just how to rile you up and make your pussy gush. Being held down on his couch and fucked hard and fast like this was winding you up higher than ever before.

“Andy,” you whine, your hands clenching around nothing where they are being held down by your side. Andy grins above you, knowing that you must be close. He pulls your arms up over your head, holding both your hands in one while the other one reaches down and undoes the front clasp of your bra.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Andy teases as he begins tugging and twisting your nipple with his free hand. “Are you going to make a mess all over my couch with that sopping pussy of yours?”

You frantically nod your head as a moan escapes your lips. You can feel your pussy begin to tighten around Andy’s cock along with the rest of your body. Something about this feels different than normal, more than normal. Like all the usual sensations of an impending orgasm, just heightened.

Andy moves his hand from your nipple and slaps your clit, making stars appear behind your eyes as your body explodes and your pussy squirts for the first time in your life.

“Holy fuck,” Andy exclaims in amazement as your cunt gushes around his cock and onto the leather couch below. You whine as Andy watches liquid expel from your pussy, a shit-eating grin on his face. Your hips finally relax back into the couch as you come down from your orgasm, your heart racing like crazy inside your chest.

“Andy,” you moan from oversensitivity as his cock begins to push inside of you again.

“Such a good girl squirting for me like that,” Andy praises as he leans down to kiss you. “Now just relax and let me fill you up.”

You nod as Andy kisses you again, continuing to thrust in and out of you. It doesn’t take long before he stills above you, flooding your pussy with his cum.

The two of you lay there on his couch for a while, Andy’s cock still buried inside of you. You run your fingers through his messy hair, trying to straighten it back into some semblance of order and chuckling as it flops back over his face.

In the distance the old clock tower on campus begins to chime, informing you of the time.

“Oh shit,” you gasp as you realize you’re about to be late for your economics class. “Andy get up, get up, I have to go!”

The two of you scramble up off the couch as you begin to frantically redress yourself. Andy puts his own clothes on again before picking your bag up off the floor and moving toward the door of his office.

“Tell your professor we had an advising session and I kept you long,” Andy instructs as you throw your hair up into a messy bun. You nod as he opens the door with a quick glance down the hall.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and running off toward your class.

As Andy watches you run away, he can’t help but think that the end of the semester can’t come soon enough.

Like I said, there will be one more part to wrap up this story. Until then, thank you for reading!

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