#procrastinating is the bane of my fucking existence
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i. hate. clothes. shopping.
but i got 5 pairs of comfy (and sorta kinda flattering? which it is so fucking hard to find pants that fit my 40inch waist and aren’t baggy af around my legs) dress pants and 3 nice tops and 3 comfy cardigans and a pair of nice flats and 6pairs of socks for those (because i don’t want blisters and also i hate flats but it is either flats or heels and... lmfao) and 3 layering tshirts and 1 tank top and panera bread for a late lunch and dunkin for breakfast for a total of $271.45 so that's a good deal ig??? esp considering each of the fucking pants were usually $60+ each but i got ‘em all for $25 and under ✨ thank goodness for kohl’s omfg
#kayleigh.txt#on that note i am going to genshin for a bit and then take my sleep meds at 7pm#and hopefully pass tf out immediately because i have approximately one trillion things to do before sunday evening 🤪#procrastinating is the bane of my fucking existence#also executive dysfunction is the worst fucking thing in the entire universe i stg#aNYWAYS#i have to clean my room and do a shitton of laundry#which is... pretty much it besides the usual pet chores but meh
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🏷 Kidult ▪︎ Choi Seungcheol Fic ▪︎ pt.3
↷ pairing: dad!seungcheol × fem!reader (feat!jeonghan)
↷ genre: smut with zero to no plot, just a bonus stand alone sort of to the angsty previous parts.
↷ warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!explicit language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving ), mostly fem pleasuring, thigh kink?creampie, breeding kink, biting and marking, slightly bratty seungcheol, lots of name calling. Tell me if i missed any!
↷ summary: what happens when your husband finally caves in to his mistakes and gives you an unforgettable night as an apology.
↷ part: 3/4 pt.1, pt.2, pt.4
↷ w.c: 2.3k (how can just smut be this long lord)
↷ author's note: last part finally lord yayyy!!! after much procrastination it's here at last. I suck at writing smut and specially breeding kink, so pls bear with me♡
Permanent taglist : @feat-sun @joonsytip @dinonuguaegi
If your two day old self saw you now squished under seungcheol's bulk figure, his veiny hard length pumping restlessly around your soft pink walls while his head rested in the crook of your neck,his sweaty forehead rubbing against your collarbones and his small wet stubby nose grazing against the back of your earlobes.....she would've definitely thought it's a severe case of fever dreams!
"You're my wife y/n and even...even more the bane of my existence, you...you can look at me as long....as long as you want baby" cheol's mouth reverbed against the length of your jaw, imprinting his very own mastered piece of red and purple marks onto any exposed face of your honey skin.
"Cheollie" your gentle dovish coo brings out cheol from the nest of your shoulders and instead lands his dewy melon eyes onto your sultry cat ones.
His ears were refusing to believe what was entitled upon them.....you called him 'cheollie', the very name you used to call him everytime before he fucked up the things with you, the one you cried out while holding onto his hands with your entire life as you gave birth to the daylight of his life, and that exact same name you used to moan under him while he pumped his juices deep inside your womb.
"Can, you, keep, on, calling, me, that, throughout, the, entire, night, today, pls, love?" with each word leaving his mouth, his lips left a following kiss on your face, the last one landing on your forehead.
"You don't know how much I've missed hearing you call me Cheollie, how I've missed your little giggles these days, your cresent smile, those round cheeks pooffing up whenever you become sulky - my second adorable child!" Seungcheol's hands now traveling up your waist through over your dress, the cold metal rings drawing in a sensation you forgot you even had the ability to feel, and finally resting on the bow that was the only lock to the mystical city beneath.
"But most of all, you know what I missed?" bringing up his face from the enchanting sweat of your skin, his eyes now bore their venom into yours, hands still wrapped around your torso. "The taste of this pretty little body of yours"
Even before you could flash him with the red of your cheeks, cheol's hands shift from your back to your hips, landing a tight squeeze on the right one to let you know what your next step is going to be; and as an absolutely obedient wife you quickly catch onto his signals and push up a little to wrap your thighs around his tiny midriff.
Seungcheol walks back with you clutched onto his body like a koala, lips never leaving yours swollen ones as his legs finally hit the footboard of the queen bed.
Twirling on his feet and placing you down upon the satin sheets, oh so carefully as his you were the one last piece of Lorenzo's sculptures; something he can never afford to even tolerate a scratch on; cheol dropped himself on his knees against the velvety red rugs, hands now fixated onto your bare thighs.
"A man is said to be the lucky when his lady has thighs as thick as the towers on a monument" his lips now land onto the soft jiggly mass of your upper legs, hands slowly creeping up towards the boundaries of your panties. "And me? I'm the luckiest to have these supple smooth brawns all to myself"
"Che...cheol ahh fu-" a sharp sting grazes the heat of your skin as seungcheol bites down onto a small mound of your inner things.
"What did I say darling? Didn't i tell you to call me Cheollie, huh? Do you want that slutty cunt of yours to go unattended tonight then princess!" his words make the awaiting river in your pussy finally run free down its source.
"S-sorry cheollie, but ple..please touch me already, I can't take it anymore" your own lewd words were ringing in your ears, making those rosy cheeks become rosier by the time.
"Touch where baby? I need clear words" cheol's mouth is now dangerously close to your throbbing core, while your thighs are left stained with all shades of purple and blue.
"At...at my...ummm...you know" it wasn't your first time having sex with him after childbirth, but it was definitely the first time of him catering to your pleasures and edging you to the brink, which thus made you swallow your words down your throat again.
"Hmm?" another attack from seungcheol finds its targets on you, but this time along the linen of your already wet panties, as his teeth sharply grazed against your clothed clit.
"Fuck it! I need you to touch my pussy please cheollie, it's literally aching at this point!!!" you were never a woman of prolonged patience and that showed up quite well when you brought one of your hands from the sheets to pull onto cheol's freshly smoothed locks....the other staying back to support your arched up back onto the bed.
"That's like my girl, so horny for her man's touch!" seungcheol's hands finally find the hem of your panties, pulling them down your knees meanwhile prepping his fingers to dive right into cunt.
Teasing your sloppy folds with the tip of his slightly outgrown nails, driving you literally nuts from the painful pleasure running throughout the entire length of your sweet petals, the grip on seungcheol's hair getting tighter with every
You were brought out of the lecherous utopia with the sudden contact of a pair of soft silken lips onto the wet ones of yours. To your utter disbelief, cheol was now sucking down on your cunt, something he has done only once, on your wedding night.
"Cheol....Cheollie, what are you-" a finger coated in your slick lands on your ever so talkative pair of crescent flesh.
"Ssshh y/n! You don't know how much I've craved to have the taste of your juices on my tongue!" seungcheol was a secret master of giving oral and now you were brought to acquaint that fact as his tongue worked wonders on your clit, flicking it like it was some piece of food particle stuck in his mouth. With his every suck onto your pussy, your grip of cheol's hair kept tightening to the near extent of pulling the roots out of his scalp.....but he was too drowned in your wetness to even pay heed to his own pain.
"Cheollie I...I am nea...shit" you flooded up his face cavities with your warm discharge, completely unannounced. As cheol slowly brought up his face from the home of your pussy, your eyes got hooked onto the absolute beauty infront of you.
Your husband's face painted finely with your white secretes , a proud smirk creeping up his cum stained lips seeing how insane he's already driven you just with his mouth alone, your skin glowing like a firefly from witnessing your slick is dripping down his chin down to his lap.
"That spawn of devil bestfriend of yours can surely bring a smile on your lips, but bet he can ever see this pleasure stricken face of yours!!! It's only mine to view and only mine to keep. My pretty little slut, aren't you love?!" cheol finally gets up from the floor only to throw himself onto you, his lips entwining with yours for the umpteenth time. But this time there was a kick to the usual hungry approach.
He bites onto your lips, forcing them open just so that he can make you taste your own sweet nectar on your tongue, realise how heavenly your insides taste, why he was driven crazy to devour your cunt you after two years.
"You know even the flowers would wither away from jealousy if they get to know that their honey is nothing compared to yours" seungcheol's hands now playing with the bow of your dress, lips never leaving yours. "But alas they'll never. Cuz I'll be the only one to know how sweet my lady tastes"
"Cheollie I feel empty...i want it now please". From the moment cheol layed down his entire weight on you, you could feel his strained bulge against your stomach, hands finding an excuse to palm them at least once. So as to fuel in your cravings, you tug onto the back of his head to pull him up from your lips and fix his gaze onto your pleading kitten eyes.
"Want what baby?" seungcheol absolutely knew what he was doing, pushing you towards the edge of the cliff only to hear you begging for him or more appropriately his dick . How could you even think that he didn't notice your hand ghosting over the tent in his pants.
"This? Is this what my princess wants?" he takes your hands in his and brings them towards his crotch to finally rest them on this clothed dick.
"Y-yes please. Can't wait" you whimper under him, hands impatiently rubbing circles on his hardness until they're swished away by his, just so that he could finally bring out his aching length to the spotlight.
"This desperate for me honey? Guess I've no other options than to mend to my sweet wife's needs" the smug visible wide on his face as cheol lines up his dick infront of your hole, hands traveling up your torso to undo the bow of the dress and let it fall aside freely; your tanned glazed body now completely bare to his eyes.
"Ready love?" how you wish you could capture the exact moment cheol's eyes turned from all teasing to so soft, asking for your consent to go in, and then turning hungry again when you give an ok nod at him.
Even after being almost moulded into the shape of his cock, your pussy still clenched like shit around his length, as if trying to suck out the last drop of life from his genitals.
"Taking me in so well baby, so fuckin tight" cheol groans between thrusts, feeling your walls close up onto his dick ; hands now playing with your breasts, kneading the supple flesh like a dough with occasional twists of your nipple between his fingers. "Fucked by me so many times yet still not perfectly framed for my cock"
"Guess I've to now leave my dick curved hole into your womb for you to harbor it easy from the next time, or" his eyes light up at the sudden mischievous thought. "Or even better, fill you up with a child so that my imprint is left in there forever, so that i can see you now enjoying your lost childhood with two of my seedlings, so that we can finally change Hana's name after making her an older sister, what say love?"
Your cheeks heat up at his comment. The sheer sight of you carrying his second child, birthing again and giving Hana a sibling just instantly feels you up with pure delight and content.
Your shy little smile and that dreamy expression on your face was enough fuel for cheol to start pumping into you at his maximum pace, putting the bed at a risk of collapsing down under the intense action.
"Gonna look as heavenly as the dawn angel with my child swelling in your belly and as sultry as the night siren with my cum filling up your dirty little hole" maybe it was his words or his high thrusts that you were now close to your second orgasm of the night.
"Am gonna cum cheollie" you look up at him with the most endearing eyes one can ever witness, even in such a lewd position.
"Cum for me baby, cum on my cock, show me how good your husband makes you feel" he picks up his pace again anticipating his own climax soon.
"F..fu-fuck ahh" and with that one last thrust both of you come undone on the cream satin sheets, the thought of paying for the damages next morning never bothering the two as seungcheol was a literal walking atm.
Seungcheol's eyes stay fixed onto your legs at the sight of his cum filling up your gole to the brim and leaking down your marked up thighs. He pushes himself in you for the last few times, making sure to nestle his precious seeds deep inside your womb.
"Couldn't let even a drop of it go to waste, right?" his face paints itself with a victorious smirk as he finally pulls out of you and plops down on the bed by your side ; arms locking you in his embrace as tight as possible while his sweat stained forehead rests on the crater of your shoulders.
"Y-you won't change back again na cheollie?" the post sex doubts hit you and you're now curled up like a ball along his abs, hands gripping onto his with your entire life.
"I know I've fucked up bad y/n and no words of assurance can heal it so soon, but please let me show you through actions now, that how much both of you mean to me. You two are the literal gems of my life love, my most beautiful princesses." cheol gently releases his palms from your hold and places them on the back of your head instead, circling soft gentle pats onto your silky cascades, like a parent comforting their child.
His eyes feebly shoot up to see why you aren't replying, only to find you snoring like a kid in his warmth.
"My cute little kiddo. I will give my everything to protect this family y/n" and with that he places a soft kiss on your forehead before drifting off to his own slumber.
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Archived Feelings
Character: Levi Ackerman
Gn!reader
Genre: Fluff
wc: 3k
tags: suggestive in spots.
Y’ALL I ACTUALLY GOT BETA READERS. @jotatetsuken & @anxi-aashi beloveds
for @cirigiri's dilf collab. You can find the other pieces here
You were always a bright student. The top of your class, the favorite student for almost every teacher, the brightest star amongst your classmates. So why the fuck are you staring at a B- on your midterm paper? The letter was bright red and almost mocking you with the circle around it only amplifying it. Red pen littered the paper, with the smallest mistake being called out. The sound of the professor's voice pulled you from your shock.
"If you think I graded you unfairly, see me during my office hours. Even if I end up finding more mistakes, I'll only change your grade if you get a higher one." Your eyes were full of venom as you scowled at him. Professor Levi Ackerman was the current bane of your existence. He must make up for his lack of height in his abundance of audacity, you thought. To think you looked up to him, enough to come to this college to be under his tutelage. All of those expectations you had of him being a passionate and wonderful teacher and mentor were shattered the moment you got that B- back. It felt more like he was a bully, or even a tyrant, seeming to mess with his student’s grade to exert his power over them. You let out a silent scoff and gathered your papers as he immediately dismissed class. Going back to your dorm, your roommates could feel the frustration rolling off of you, a thick aura weighing down on anyone around you. This was your freshman year of college, and the college history course you took in high school was a breeze, so why were you struggling now? You vented out to Annie, one of your roommates, and she sighed.
"He's the head of the history department. It practically gives him immunity because he wrecks GPAs. I have no idea as to how many students’ 4.0 or near 4.0 GPAs he tanked. The only people that literally have it easy are the people in the intro classes, or people who aren't in the major but are taking the class as an elective." Another roommate, Sasha piped up.
"Yeah and he doesn't accept late submissions at all. I submitted an assignment a half an hour late, and he wouldn't accept it. Like, unless you give a valid excuse with documentation, or accommodations, he won't accept it. I heard some girl broke her wrist and he didn't accept her late assignment without a letter from the hospital."
"She gave him the letter though," Annie replied, knowing that story all too well. The girl was an ex of hers.
"Yeah, but the grades were already submitted, so she missed the deadline. And for her final too."
"Sasha, you realize that she waited till the last second to turn in the paperwork, right? Do you remember when Ymir broke her arm and Professor Ackerman literally recorded his lectures for her and gave her handwritten notes? He's not mean, he just punishes procrastinators."
"Well, he's punishing me!” You shrug your shoulders in exasperation, as you continue, “I turned in my paper early and quadruple-checked it. But still, a B-!" Annie and Sasha stared at you in shock.
"A B-? Damn he must hate you." You glared daggers at Sasha while Annie punched her arm.
"Sasha, shut the fuck up." Sasha whined and you stormed into your room, biding your time until his office hours opened. The moment that time came around, you walked with a purpose, your anger almost coming to a head. A path was practically cleared for you, everyone trying to avoid your wrath. As you approached his door, you saw his name plated in bronze almost mocking you. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door. A quiet "come in" sounded from the door, and you opened the door, stepping into an office that looked like it was out of a magazine. Everything was so pristine, and almost too clean, and he sat at his desk, staring at you intently over a book.
"I suggest you start speaking since you clearly came here for something." You wanted to roll your eyes, but you held it in.
"Good afternoon professor. I wanted to see you about my midterm paper."
"Let me see it." You handed him the paper and he looked over it.
"I think the B- is a bit harsh." Levi scoffed.
"Y/N L/N. Your name has been running around the department as the star student. That reputation won't save you in my class. If you want a good grade, you have to earn it. It’s because that my fellow professors think highly of you, that I'm going to hold you to a higher standard than your classmates. So, either you're going to shine brighter than your classmates or fizzle out. But I'm not going to take it easy on you." You stared at him in astonishment.
"Why?"
"I've seen so many students cruise on their reputation and so, professors baby them. But that'll not be the case in my classes. I'm being upfront with you right now, so either you can either change majors, and avoid me as a professor as best as you can, or fight." He handed you your paper back and you made your way back to your dorm, your resolve building with each step you took. You were going to fight.
For the next three years, you took numerous classes with him, always going to him to double check your papers before submitting them. With how often you saw him, you both became closer, not only building a strong professional relationship, but a budding crush also grew simultaneously. Levi was an amazing professor, an extremely strict one, but you learned that if you asked for help, he'll give it to you, although he'd be grumpy about it the entire time.
Before you knew it, it was the weekend of graduation. Your finals were done and over with, and now it was time to celebrate. On Saturday morning, you woke up to an email from Professor Ackerman, asking to see you in his office. Your heart skipped a beat and you put in a little more effort than you should have in getting ready, but you're probably never going to see him again, so you have to make it count.
As you arrived, you knocked on his door, and he opened it, ushering you in before closing the door.
"Y/N,” he addressed you, “I have to admit, you've been my favorite student these past 4 years. I don't think a student will ever surpass the expectations you've set." You beamed with pride and nodded in gratitude. "Are you hungry?” He inquired, “I made reservations at a restaurant for us, if you're comfortable with that. There's something that I want to discuss, and a celebration to be had." The moment you nodded, he stood up and grabbed his coat, ushering you out of his office and leading you to his car. It was sleek and black, and shiny as if he bought it within the last couple days. Even the interior was almost factory fresh. In your gawking, Levi started his car, the roar of the engine pulling you from your stupor. You quickly buckle up, and he does the same before pulling out.
The drive to the restaurant was silent, but it was a comfortable one, both of you content with each other's company. Soon enough, he stopped the car in front of a high end restaurant, and climbed out. You came out after him, and you saw his eye twitch a bit at the sight, but he still looked as stoic as normal. A man came up to him and Levi gave him the car keys before leading you into the restaurant. You felt so out of your depth, feeling like a clown in the middle of Wall Street. Everything practically glittered, and you were stuck in your awe as you were guided to your table, subconsciously walking with Levi. Levi pulled out your seat and you sat, your attention now fully on him. The lighting almost made the man look soft, admiration swam in his eyes although it was very easy to miss. How many times has he given you that look without you even realizing?
"Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your graduation,” he responded to you as he sat down, “Summa Cum Laude is a great feat. I'm extremely proud of the work you've done."
"Thank you Professor. Your help really made the difference."
"Don't disregard your own talent. I was only there to assist. Everything else came from you. All those late hours that we pulled together, as well as the ones you did on your own, and the hundreds of drafts that you had to redo over and over again, you decided to pull through. At any point, you could have given up from my harsh mentorship, but you took it in stride. That's extremely admirable of you." You smiled at his kind words. The waiter came and took your orders, Levi ordering you a dish that you were looking at but ignored due to the high price. After the waiter left, Levi's attention was back on you.
"I'm going to get into the real reason I invited you here." He leaned forward and clasped his fingers together, looking at you intensely. You felt heat rise in your face and you quickly drank some of your water to calm down. "I want you to be my partner." You choked on your water, and he rubbed your back gently, apologizing.
"Your what?"
"My partner,” he clarified, “I'm going to Berlin for a historical site, and I want you to come with me as my partner. They found numerous artifacts and want me to analyze them." Professional partner. Got it. He continued, "It'll be a great experience for you, and I know you're more than capable. Granted I'll be doing most of the heavy lifting, but it'll be hands on practice, an internship if you will."
"It's an honor," You responded, trying your best to play it cool, and failing miserably. Heat started flooding your face, and you looked visibly flustered.
"Sorry to embarrass you like that,” he responded, continuing, “I'll inform them to book an extra room as well as another person to the flight manifest."
You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion, "Flight manifest?"
He nodded in agreement, saying, "They chartered a private plane to fly me there. We'll also be staying at a hotel near the site. Our meals will also be completely covered."
Widening your eyes, you replied, "This is a lot."
"Considering my status as an archivist and historian, I'm not surprised," he responded. You know his status all too well.
"Professor,” you put your hands on the table as you inquired, “did I ever tell you why I picked this major and chose this university?" His gaze looked like he was picking you apart piece by piece.
"Tell me."
"When I was growing up, history wasn't my favorite subject,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders, “In fact, I hated it. I always did so poorly. But then in high school, we watched a video that involved you looking through artifacts, explaining them piece by piece. I was so enamored with the way you spoke. I could see how much you loved what you did, and it was then that I found my love of history. I read all of your books, and even got a couple of them signed."
He smiled softly, faintly remembering you, saying, "That's why you felt familiar."
You nodded, and responded, "I found out you taught here, and applied, hoping to take your classes. And I'm glad I did." Levi was so thankful that either you could see the flush rising to his face at your words or chose to keep it to himself. Maybe he's going to regret inviting you to Berlin, but he can't fathom the idea of never seeing you again. So he'd rather shove his feelings down and ignore them than act on them and never speak to you again. It's what he's done for the last year so keeping it up shouldn't be an issue.
"You flatter me, Y/N."
"And you the same, professor."
"Please, call me Levi. You've graduated. I'm no longer your professor. And we’ll be working together as equals, so you're more than okay to refer to me with my first name."
"Okay, Levi." He just felt his soul leave his body at the sound of his name. If he was a cat, you would hear him purring. "I look forward to working with you!"
"Me as well."
A month later, you were in Berlin, working side by side with Levi. Any time you heard the shower running, you wanted to scream, remembering the first night you moved in, seeing a towel only wrapped around his hips. How is a professor and historian built like that? He isn't ripped, but you definitely saw a six pack and an Adonis belt. You had to pretend as if you never saw him, as if that image doesn't take over your dreams, filling them with nothing but pure lust. Unbeknownst to you, Levi had the same conundrum, having seen you in your underwear when you accidentally left the door to your room open. Is he some kind of pervert? He must be with how often he thought about you. What's wrong with him and why can't he get it together? Rather than sort out his feelings, he bottles them up once more, while you do the same. He finds himself regretting that he brought you here like he has every day since you both arrived.
One night all of the staff decided to go out and party. Levi has no idea how you roped him into this, but here you both are, Levi sitting on the table and you having the time of your life on the dance floor. His eyes are focused on you, and how could they not be with how bright you look, rivaling even the lights. A tap on his shoulder caught his attention.
"Levi, you can't keep sitting here." He turned to see Hange, an archivist he's worked with before.
"I'm fine here." Hange scoffed at Levi's words.
"I don't think so. I see you staring at your coworker. It's so obvious you like them."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." A mischievous smile made its way onto Hange's face.
"So you won't mind if I go dance with them, right? They look like so much fun." Levi scowled and almost snarled before clearing his throat.
"Sure. Go have fun." Hange sauntered up to you, their presence only being made known to you with the scent of a sharp perfume. You never knew how to describe their scent as anything other than clean. Their breath was cool on your ear.
"Hey Y/N. Wanna make Levi jealous?" You turn to them, certain that you didn’t hear them correctly, but they had a grin that you knew meant nothing but trouble.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Dance with me. Give him a show." Your smile quickly matched their own, and you grabbed his hands before pulling them close.
"And a show he'll get." Soon there was barely any space between you two as you both moved to the music. You honestly forgot about three songs in what your initial goal was, losing yourself to the music. Hange was so much fun, the both of you giggling when you bumped into each other or made a misstep. Their mood was contagious and you easily found yourself lost in them. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to earth, turning to face the person who wanted your attention only to see Levi.
"Y/N. I'm going home. Have fun with Hange," he spoke through gritted teeth and looked composed, although you could tell he was seething. His jaw was clenching and unclenching and a fire raged in his eyes.
"Give me a second and I'll come with you." Levi scoffs at your response.
"No, you're having so much fun with them and I wouldn't want to impede."
"Levi. We're heading home." You turned and kissed Hange on both cheeks. "See you tomorrow!"
"I look forward to it." They winked and you giggled, only serving to only worsen Levi's mood. Levi quickly pulled you out of the club, mumbling quietly. A taxi pulled up and you both stayed silent on the ride back to the apartment, but you could feel the tension crawling on your skin. As you entered the apartment, Levi walked behind you, closing the door gently. He has to remain calm. He shouldn't fuck this up. How can he get his feelings across to you in a way that doesn't make you uncomfortable? He's deep in thought and the sound of you calling his name breaks his concentration, his eyes focused on you. Before he could say anything, you walked up to him and kissed him, stealing his breath away. He quickly returned the kiss, holding a hand to your cheek. You never got the time to really pay attention to all of his callouses, the rough texture imprinting on your skin, but you felt as if this is where you belong, where you were meant to be. With him. By his side. You both broke away from the kiss as you let out a breathless chuckle.
"Well, I'm glad I'm bold enough for the both of us. You would have taken forever to confess." He scoffed at your words.
"I was planning on telling you tonight."
"After I was practically grinding on Hange."
"Fair. But why them of all people?" You gave him a soft smile before you spoke.
"Because they're your friend. I know you trust them to not seriously be flirting with me. So I got to make you jealous in a comfortable way." He returned your smile in kind.
"That was a solid plan. There's, however, one hiccup." You cooked your head in confusion.
"Oh, and what would that be?" His smile turned into a malicious smirk, with affection and lust swimming in his eyes.
"Hange isn't here to save you from me tonight."
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Now, Saeyoung Choi is my soulmate (no offense), but I can understand why Vanderwood gets upset when he procrastinates or doesn't listen. Co-workers who do Not communicate clearly are currently the bane of my existence.
In Vanderwood's defense, their lives are on the line. The hammer is thrown every time they don't do their work fast enough to please the bosses and the clients. Vanderwood is the one with the gun against their head and warns Saeyoung multiple times that this shit needs to get done or it's their heads that will roll, not the target. In some ways, I think they're taking the heat first because they're in charge of what Saeyoung does. They're supposed to be his mentor and partner, but mainly his lead that makes sure that he follows orders.
If a certain procrastinator decides that he wants to spend all of his time making a robot dog that breathes fire instead of running a case that involves getting rid of someone in high power... well, you can see why Vanderwood is pissed off all the time. Personally, I think most of the procrastination that comes from Saeyoung isn't simply a fact that happens because he's bored or lazy.
I genuinely think that he puts off so many of his projects because he knows that someone bad is going to win from this. He purposefully is making it harder on people to win after they put dirty money into the agency to succeed. It seems like something he would do because he definitely doesn't agree with most of the work projects that are given to him.
With Saejoong Choi implying in the After Ending that people like him pay into agencies for dirty work, I can only assume that it's someone like Saeyoung who has to look at that and either turn their head away or stomach whatever awful thing they gotta do. Most of them likely do turn their head away, knowing that agents value saving their asses and livelihood more than caring about the morality of all these things they do.
Vanderwood doesn't care about morality. They do whatever it takes to stay alive. Whereas, Saeyoung only went into this thinking that it would protect his brother... and if he wants to do that, you know he's damn determined to make sure that the world is a good place, trying to minimize as much of these shady people's dealings as he can. The chance of him being able to stop it is low, but he can minimize and it is one way he bites back and rebels against the agency.
Make note: He only started to procrastinate AFTER Rika showed him proof that Saeran was okay. So, he started to change his tune and the way he reacted to things knowing Saeran was as "Happy" and "Safe" as he could be. Vanderwood is the one that tells us that, given that it was annoying for them after Saeyoung transformed from "quiet and does his fucking work" to "masking and building procrastination bots that try to kill me."
But, in a true workplace, you know, the ones that aren't built on life or death? People need to communicate with each other and find means to get things done in a way that works. Make the adjustments, add accommodations for people, and talk to each other. That's the key to making a truly welcoming place to work that allows workers to feel understood and respected, instead of begotten and ignored by the management and their co-workers.
May Saeyoung lend you his fire-breathing dog.
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guess who’s baaaaaaaaack (at least to do this... did they already published one for umm Commander Rot and Lauren (?) auren (?).. if so then I will do that too)
✌🏼 Here’s hoping someone tells Emilia the truth for once ✌🏼
1. Emilia deciding to procrastinate processing her sister’s (RAT) betrayal by having sex with Wrath….. I can’t, in good faith, say I wouldn’t do the same. You’re doing amazing sweety!
2. “It was as if the realm itself wanted us to finally … be together”. Fuck. You want to say “fuck”. Cowards all of the people involved in forbidding this sentence to go with fuck
3. Ay yess Wrath she chooses you. Weren’t you paying attention??? She wants you. i want you. we all want you
4. PATIENCE MY PROVE WORTHWHILE RIGHT NOW? Oh FUCK NO. Enough. ENOUGH. You blueballed us for a whole ass book. No. NO. I refuse to take this ABUSEEEEEEE.
5. Omg omg jajajajajajajajajajajaja who cockblocked them? Jajajajajajajajajajajajajaj nooooooo jajajajajajaja and they were naked jajajajajajajaj getting started HAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAHAHAHAHAHAHA also also also I fucking knew Kerri Maniscalco would do something like this the second she ended KotC with them waiting to fuck. V coward me thinks.
6. Emilia, my love, this isn’t an illusion or a memory… this is very clearly your reality. Try not being so slow my love, otherwise you will not survive this book.
7. wait... is this the last book? nooo no. Is it? nooo noo nooooo noo no no. C’mon no. no. no no no. another one? no? it was four books..
8. FUCK VITTORIA FOR EVERYTHING SHE PUT EMILIA THROUGH. But like what was the reason of abducting her when she is star naked... like c’mon.. let her have sex and the abduct her to have the most pointless conversation ever. Like that literally could have been an email.
9. Also that werewolf dude... baby chill you are irrelevant. Sit down.
10. I’m calling it now, Vittoria and Emilia are #TheFeared. But also like... what the fck did Nonna do to you Vittoria?? but yeah.. Nonna is v sus, she’s the one who like locked Claudia’s aunt, Carolina in that realm... no? well that’s me theory.
11. PrinceWitch’s love language is bodies of water and food. I have proof. I am not wrong.
12. Also... kinda turned on when Wrath said literally punched between realms to get to Emilia... kinda hot.
13. Vittoria is the worst and all but her plan did make of Emilia the kind of person who will suck her fiance in public... so like... listen.. all I’m saying is...maybe it had points.. or like you know worth a discussion at least.
14.ALSO ALSO ALSO, Sloth, baby, I kinda claim you. Yes. Sexy that you read all those books and are so well educated in very specific things. Mysterious. Committed to learning. Private. I like that. He’s mine.
15. This whole exchange between the brothers was pure gold. I love this familial dynamic.
16. Emilia has a heart of gold still defending Vittoria after she very clearly killed Greed’s lover.. like listen I expect only the worse of Vittoria so like I will agree that it points to her and Emilia is like grasping at straws saying that someone could be framing her... But Emilia my girl that sisterhood bond...you are a treasure. I too would also defend my traitorous sister like that.
17 Greed: “or the monstrosity your intended calls sister”
Wrath: Family, am I right?
OH MY GOD BABY WRATH OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAAH Emilia is not going to have sex with you after this
THE DRAMA
OH IF SOMEONE IS FOUND HARBOURING HER THEY WILL BE EXECUTED
OH SHIT BUT EMILIA IS NOT AN OFFICIAL MEMBER.. MY MAN TRULY SAID NO TO SEX FOR VITTORIA’S SAKE.
VITTORIA YOU ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE.
18. Kinda love this whole “she is a traitor, but she is my traitor” narrative because like.. let me get real with you for a second, I think we all have that one person for whom we would literally set the world on fire and sort of turn a blind-eye to their errors, even when they hurst us it’s nothing but instinct to still protect them. I love it when narratives choose this... like bucky and steve... you know before Steve said fuck you to character development and logic and went back in time to destroy a marriage
19. Is Emilia going to seduce one of the brothers??? Emilia is going to seduce one the brothers.
Full disrespect to anyone there but how the fuck do you actually buy into Emilia’s plan? Have you not seen how in love she is with Wrath? like c’mon hahahah you deserve whatever you have coming
Also Wrath... baby this is clearly the game... like she’s faking it. Wrath don’t be an idiot. IDK but like I feel this anger is like meh?? like c’mon don’t be ridiculous. And yes he was supposed to make a scene... but like from narration idk if he’s faking it or actually feeling it.
20. Fuck off Devon hahahahaah
21. This scene in Greed’s court is basically a Court of Nightmares ACOMAF fanfic like yeah 100% Kerri read that and went ... oh but I can make it fanfic unhinged
22. Also like...how do we feel about him throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her away. Like that is hardly a dignified position so ... like and the way it exposes you... like not for me, but I am willing to be convinced.
23. “my general” aaaaaay epa Emilia quien te viera amiga
24. All I’m saying Emilia is, now that you are fully fucking Wrath without shame and giving in into your sexuality and passion and body and love all of that with Wrath, was it really bad that Vittoria set all these events in motion? Like I’m just saying
25. the “tell me I am your favorite sin” WILL NEVER NOT SLAP. NEVER NOT A BOP.
26.But the goddess curse me is just eh
27. The fact that Emilia always gets her visions when she is fucking Wrath jijij very Penny Dreadful of her. Like imagine the power of his sexual force that that is the thing that breaks the memory curse or whatever it is that doesn’t permit them to remember.
28. Epaaaa! Fuck buddies tattos (the soulmate version)
29. Okay so Vittoria’s lavender eyes is because she is now her true self or whatever and in doing whatever ritual she did that make her seem like she was dead was to reveal her true form... yes? valid theory? no? maybe so?
30. And Emilia unleashed her power and true self ... by.... having... sex with Wrath. Both equally valid experiences.
31. okay.. but majesty of what? like goddess of like fury? ...... ummmmmmmm okay. Is she still like the feared? umm okay then she is just a goddess. I mean cool yes... but I was expecting more? like maybe one of the figures we had been discussing within the lore of the book? maybe the daughter of the crone or something like that... not some random goddess figure we had never mentioned beyond her prayers..but that was never meant to seem as an actual figure.
32. Okay so all of the memories of her human life we fabricated by her.... Nonna ??? in order to trap them??? and make her believe she was just a random ass witch. Or did they, whoever they is, destroy the twins immortal bodies and were reincarnated into “witch” babies... and that’s why we still saw them as babies or well eight year old
33. DAAAAAAMN Vittoria being the goddess of death. That’s way more badass. Sorry Emilia.
34. Is Vittoria, Pride’s long dead bride?
35. Emilia not believing deaths because of how Vittoria faked her own has the same energy as all of us GoT fans who would not believe a character was truly gone until we literally saw the head roll and the body burnt.. and I can’t blame her for that. V smart me things
36. “run for our fortress” essentially is the “run for our home”... ayyyy how sweet.
37. The “if you think I will leave you” trope WILL NEVER NOT BE A BOP.
38. HOLY FUCK DID VITTORIA JUST KILLED THAT WOLF BOY?
39.DID SHE KILL THOSE GIRLS TOO? UNHINGED BESTIE WHY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG? LIKE WHYYYY I CAN GET BEHING PURE CHAOTIC EVIL BUT LIKE GIVE ME A REASON
40. “we are the feared” I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT.
41. see, I know that being goddess of fury is like badass and all that, but in my head it literally looks like this
she should have been the goddess of vengeance. Now that is fucking badass.
42. Vittoria literally created chaos and then bailed... and as much as I think she is a rat.. like I can’t help but respect that.
43. Fuck Wrath is hurt fuck fuck fuck. But oh I do love these types of scenes like the lover distracted taking care of his beloved or reuniting with them after battle and then someone stabbing them or like an arrow or whatever.. those cold seconds of the realization.. ufff damn good drama.
44. Honestly though Vittoria is dumb as fuck because I’m 100% sure that if she had explained her plan when they were both human, Emilia would have worked with her.... never summoned Wrath and would have never fallen in love with him. Like bestie plan better.
45. emilia setting everyone on fire
46. oh my god Vittoria is insane! Jesus girl calm the fuck down! there are better ways to like idk trigger your sister’s powers. What the fuck dude! SHE IS SO INFURIATING AND ANNOYING SOMEONE NEEDS TO LIKE PUT A LEASH ON THAT DEGENERATE RAT. WHAT THE FUCK SHE IS SO UNHINGED
47. What the fuck is greed doing here.. or is it envy? wait it’s envy. He’s such a slut for Vittoria hahahah what a looser. Did Vittoria really locked Emilia with Envy? bestie don’t you have enough budget for two cells?
#KotF#KotF spoilers#Kingdom of the Feared#Kingdom of the Cursed#KotC#KotW#Kingdom of the Wicked#Luisa reads#Luisa reads KotF#PrinceWitch#Emilia di Carlo#Prince Wrath
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5, 10, and 14!
5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son
Hah, I'm honestly not really a playlist-as-inspiration person. For me, playlists/fanmixes are an independent fanart form that I don't really feel the impulse to make about my own work.
However I definitely listen to my Murderbot synth fanmix a lot now to get in the Zone for writing Murderbot fanfic.
10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?
TITLES... THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE...
Most of the time, titles only come at the end, when it's time to share the story, and I go "fuvk fuck fuck what do I call it." I very rarely have a title in mind when I'm writing something; most of my documents are titled things like "Ezri fic 1" "Ezri fic 2" "Ezri fic 3" or "Murderbot - Indah and Gerth" and "Murderbot - Ratthi whump". Even original stories are stuff like "Aro Ace Anxiety Aliens story" and "astrology story". *I* know what I mean!
Which means titles tend to come at the very end.
There are a couple where the titles have come early on and I want to write specifically for that - I have a Metal Gear fic half-outlined that who knows if I will ever write called "This Place Is Not a Place of Honor" about Naomi Hunter's life story, and a Star Trek fic idea that's been floating around my brain for a while called "An Object In Motion" about the Enterprise suffering a Random Engine Failure (as u do) while moving at .25c and if they don't fix the engines real fast they are going to collide with the planet they were travelling to.
But mostly titles are either one word or a short phrase relevant to the story that I have to come up with on the spot when posting/submitting it.
14. what’s your worst writing habit?
Wanting to write and then not writing :') Also not wanting to edit once the words are on the page :'''') Going "ugh I don't want to edit it's Fine" is probably my worst writing habit.
That and awful slouchy posture.
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only reason i procrastinate changing icons is im lazy with Headers i hate headers they force me to choose more than one thing which is simply the bane of my existence
discord pfp is SO much easier So glad i can just use a color as header on there since using an image is a nitro only feature. hell yeah i fucking hate customization for Myself <3
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a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)
warnings » violence
word count » 5.8k
categories » f/m, multi
chapters » one two three four five six seven eight
relationships » modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader
characters » yoriichi tsugikuni, uncle keshi (oc), kisho (oc)
author’s note » ugh guys im so sorry i am finally approaching the end of my semester and i have these dumb ass finals so it was so hard to update this chapter !! i hope u enjoy and as always please feel free to give me feedback or leave some nice comments thanks!!
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『♡』 chapter six: deja vu
Sunday nights had always been the bane of your existence. The way you procrastinated all your assignments and did them at the very last minute was very on brand of you, but you quite literally just could not help it. You always contemplated if it would be easier to buy aderrall from your neighbor, but it somehow had always slipped your mind. You stared at your computer screen as your mind wandered off to him. You really couldn't help it. I mean just yesterday you and your friends were talking about how you're beginning a courtship and how you and Yoriichi had to have a conversation about it, but your phone has remained silent. He made no attempts of trying to contact you. It both relieved you and made you tense with anticipation. You wanted to text him and ask him what the fuck was up, but honestly? He needed to contact you first. It only made sense for him to, right?
Either way you were very much fighting the urge to text him what exactly was going on. He definitely owed you an explanation, but for now you were in Yoriichi purgatory and it was starting to feel like an eternity trapped in the unknown. You finished the last of your reflection and closed all your tabs which was relieving to say the least. It was always satisfying watching all of them getting deleted one by one knowing you were completely finished. You sighed as you got up to get ready to go to bed. You went to the bathroom and flicked the lights on and suddenly you had a eerie feeling that made the hairs on the back on your neck creep up. You tried to ignore it as you turned on the shower and stepped in letting the steamy water hit your skin, but even as you tried to scrub at your skin like you did your own thoughts the feeling wouldn't leave you. You felt like someone was watching you and you couldn't shake it.
It was as if your mind was playing tricks on you because you began to see shadows forming behind your shower curtains and you pulled them back quickly to see nothing there. You sighed as you pulled the curtains back to their original place and shook your head.
"You're okay, [name]." You muttered to yourself. You weren't sure who you were trying to reassure because it definitely wasn't yourself.
As you finished up, you could've sworn you heard something rustle in your room on the other side of the door, but you felt very done with being paranoid. You began your nightly routine of brushing your teeth and hair and washing your face and then you heard another noise and it was a bit louder this time. You felt your heart begin to beat against your chest as you applied your face lotion and rushed to put some clothes on just in case someone had broken into your apartment. If someone had managed to get in, how did you not hear it?
Millions of thoughts were rushing in your mind as you tried to find anything to defend yourself with. You silently cursed to yourself when you remembered your taser and pepper spray were in your bag that was on top of your bed.
"Perfect timing, [name]." You whispered frustrated at yourself. Your eyes scanned the room and they finally landed on the wooden back scratcher that Shinobu had gifted to you when her and her family went to Osaka last summer.
I guess this will have to do...
You secured your hair back with a hair claw and inserted a spare razor blade in between the spaces of hair that was pulled back just in case your attacker grabbed at your hair. You felt your throat dry up as you reached for the door handle and you opened it carefully checking the dimly lit room.
Of course, you only had your desk lamp on. It was dark in all the wrong corners of the room and you slowly emerged from the bathroom as you tightly clutched the wooden makeshift weapon. As soon as you felt the coast was mildly clear, you rushed to your bag on your bed to find your pepper spray and taser.
You dumped out the contents of your bag and your eyes landed on your pink and purple taser and pepper spray, but as your reached to grab it you felt someone cover your mouth and put you flush against their chest. The feeling of your heart dropping to your feet was enough to send you into fight or flight mode. You instinctively lifted your leg and centered it as best as possible to send it to your captors groin. The sound of them groaning was your signal to launch forward and grab your pepper spray. Without a second thought you began to spray at the shadowed figure.
"Fuck! [name]! Goddammit--stop!" You heard the shadowed figure whisper yell at they began to get up.
That voice...
"Yoriichi?!" You whispered back in disbelief. He slowly emerged out of the darkness and there he was low and behold, rubbing the pepper spray out of his eyes.
"Yeah, your pepper spray is a bit outdated."
"What--" You looked from him to your apparently useless pepper spray. "What the fuck are you doing in my room and how did you get in here?!"
Yoriichi opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of your doorknob jingling caused him to swiftly move behind you and bring you to the inside of your closet and quietly shut the door behind you both. His hand was now covering your mouth and you were flushed against his chest again. Can somebody say deja vu?
"Be very quiet and very still." His voice was just barely a whisper but it was perfectly clear to you.
You had no choice but to listen to him, yet again, but this time your mouth was covered instead of your eyes. You heard your door slowly open and your heartbeat was starting to quicken. The warmth of Yoriichi's hand was suddenly over yours as he squeezed it gently and began to trace patterns over your knuckles in what seemed like an attempt to calm you down. Luckily for him, it did.
It was still for a moment before you saw a shadow appear under the door and with one swift movement you were behind Yoriichi's back as the door opened. Your eyes widened as you saw the figure of a man who held a gun in his hand and the next thing you knew Yoriichi disarmed him and his fist connected with his jaw with such a force that it made the man collapse onto the ground. Blood splattered onto your wooden floors and you watched as the figure went limp against your bed post with a large thud. You could only stand there in disbelief as you examined the man who was now conscious on your floor.
You watched as Yoriichi took the man's pulse and pulled his dark shoulder length hair back to analyze his face. It was then that you realized that he looked like any other man that passed you on the street and that absolutely terrified you. You could be in danger at any moment of your life and it was all because you decided to go out one night with a guy you had a crush on. Some fucking luck you had.
"[name]." He looked up from the man who was laid up on the floor to your terrified state. He immediately got up to embrace you in his addicting embrace. "You're okay."
His hands were cupping your face and you were slightly brought back to reality. His hand was now over yours trying to loosen the fist you made over your chest. You hadn't noticed that you were clutching onto the pendant that hung around your neck.
"What the fuck just happened." Your voice was shaking and your lip trembled with fear.
"It's happening." Yoriichi spoke. His eyes were filled with such sorrow and concern for your well being. He never wanted this to happen. He was only moments away from you being--
He shook his head away from the thoughts that were about to consume him. All that mattered right now was that you were safe and he was there before anything happened to you.
It was your turn to go limp. He held you as you began to process everything that just happened. You could only stare at the man who was still on the floor.
"Yoriichi--I--I could've been dead or I don't know something really bad could've happened." Your fists were balled up into his hoodie. His hands were on yours again.
"But you're not. You're alive," He began but you turned your head away. He lifted his hand to gently make you face him. His maroon eyes were sincere as ever. It was so annoying how you were melting under his gaze when you really should've been angry with him. "I'm sorry for those things that I said to you."
Now he had your full attention (as if he already didn't by breaking into your room). His thumb caressed your cheek and you watched as he moistened his lips.
"I shouldn't have said that we shouldn't see each other anymore. I was just scared that it would happen again."
You held his hand with your own. "Of what happening again?"
You searched his face frantically for answer, but as he was finding the right words to say. The man who was once unconscious was towering over the both of you and you felt your life flash before yours for a moment, but before he could even raise his hand he was whacked upside the head with what looked like a wooden baseball bat. And just like that he was out like a light once again.
The bat whipped back to rest onto the shoulder of none other than yes, you guessed it (maybe), Uncle Keshi.
"You know, I know this is an emotional reunion and all, but you two would've been dead meat if I hadn't shown up when I did." Uncle Keshi's winning smile was one of the things that really made him who he was. Hell, his mugshot was literally him sporting the same exact smile.
"That's not true. I was ready." Yoriichi's hand was now on his waist.
You hadn't even noticed that he was armed himself. You swallowed hard as you began to think about how you were now officially a target.
Keshi was now crouched down looking at the man who was passed out again and reached under his shirt to pull out a dog tag. You could barely make it out but it looked like the image of a canine with gruesome looking teeth engraved into the metal and he flipped it over to see a nickname.
Keshi scoffed."K9, how original."
He gazed up from his position to see that you were still in Yorichii's arms. Your wet hair had dampened the shoulders of your crewneck and you looked like your eyes were about to fall out of your head. To say you were shaken up was an understatement.
"I know this is sudden, but you can't stay here anymore, kid. It's not safe." Keshi voiced as he opened his backpack to fish out some rope. He began to swiftly, yet expertly bind the man's arms and legs together.
"He's right, [name]. You can't stay here anymore." Yoriichi was facing you now. His arms holding you snug against him, but the words coming out of his mouth weren't making sense to you.
"What--? What do you mean? Why can't I stay here anymore?" Your voice was still trembling in fear. There wasn’t even a single part of your brain that could even process what was going on.
”You need to pack your things, kiddo.” Keshi stood up and he brushed off his hands and examined his handy work.
"Pack my--pack my things? What do you mean pack my things? I signed a 12 month lease for this place!!" To say you were panicking was an understatement.
Keshi sighed and shook his head and then put his hand on your shoulder. "Look it's already taken care of. The safest thing for you to do is pack the things you need and head over to Yoriichi's place."
What in the y/n?!
You looked from Keshi to Yoriichi and then began to laugh hysterically. They could not be serious. "You're kidding right?"
They both shared a look and your face dropped. "Oh my God, you're being serious. "
"[name]..." Yoriichi reached out to touch you but you brushed him as you shook your head.
"I just don't understand why you couldn't just tell me."
"It's...complicated." Yoriichi's eyes averted to the wood paneled floor. As much as you knew that you shouldn't have, you still felt somewhat betrayed and upset at Yoriichi. Yes, it was indeed complicated but it would've been smarter to actually tell you straight up instead of you asking an Ex-Yakuza offspring about what the hell you got yourself wrapped up in.
"I'm sorry for how this all turned out, but this isn't on Yoriichi." Keshi finally spoke up as he threw the unconscious man over his shoulder. "Pack what you can and then we'll be sure to get everything later."
As Keshi left the same way he came, you felt yourself starting to lose your breath as you collapsed onto your bed. The room began to feel like it was spinning and like something was sucking the life out of you. The feeling was familiar and suffocating.
"[name], swallow your spit. It helps." You heard Yoriichi's worried voice as he held you in his arms. Yoriichi could sense that you were having a full blown panic attack and he wanted to do anything and everything to remedy that. "I know this sounds insane, but this is exactly what I wanted to keep you away from. You have every right to be upset, but please trust me. I want--I need to protect you. I didn't want to choose this life for you, but my parents..."
"I know. Well, kind of." You spoke abruptly as you swallowed your spit as best as you could. You didn't want to exactly out Tengen, but this conversation was already two days over due.
He looked at you slighlty confused. "What do you mean you know? What do you know?"
You didn't look at him as you spoke. "I know your family is apart of the Yakuza and that the anniversary was the revival of the Hanafuda." You snuck a peep at Yoriichi who looked down at you incredulously. "And that by me coming with you to the party is also officiating our courtship."
The last part was quieter, but it was loud as ever to Yoriichi. He did plan on telling you everything when you finally got settled into his place, but it still was shocking hearing it from you considering that he had no idea how you knew any of that. Well, he did actually have an idea who could've told you, but right now he had to work on getting your most important things in a suitcase and out of there.
"We can talk about this when you're no longer in any danger." Yoriichi finally mustered up. He brushed the side of your face with his hand as he looked at you. You felt like you were under his spell again, but what else was new.
"Let's pack the things you need."
* * *
The car ride to Yoriichi's mystery apartment felt unnecessarily long. It was only five miles away from campus but the amount of turns that he had made was making you car sick. The only thing that was keeping you from hurling out the window was Yoriichi's hand ontop of yours, tracing patterns on the top of your hand like he did before he molly-whopped the guy who broke into your apartment.
You could barely pay attention to roads that led to what was supposedly your new home. Lines and lines of trees covered the side of the road until suddenly you were met with a well lit building that looked like it was bulky and slightly gritty and grey on the outside. It didn't look like much, but you heard about buildings like these. If it was what you thought it was. There was only about 30 or less tenants because the rooms inside were insanely huge and each tenant was a billionare or close to it.
Yoriichi noticed how you sat up almost instantly as you eyed the building with your full attention. He wanted to feel happy that you were finally with him again, but the target that practically painted on the back of your head was disturbing him like the ringing in your ear when you listen to loud music; it was constant and nagging at him, but he couldn't turn down the noise in his head if he wanted to. As pulled up to the gated area, he greeted the security guard and scanned his fingerprint to let himself in. The courtyard looked what you could muster up in one word--expensive.
It wasn't the tacky kind of expensive. It was the quiet kind of rich. There was elegant flowers you had no idea the names of but they were pretty and pale pink lining the pathway to the building. The lighting was bright enough for you to see every inch of it and that made you feel somewhat safe considering that you were a walking target.
It was a little hard not to be flabbergasted by such high security, but Yoriichi's mind was way too preoccupied to entertain that right now. As the car reached the parking garage, you noticed that he had a parking spot with his name on it. A large beautifully detailed white koi fish was painted on the concrete. You sat silently as he opened his door and unloaded your things out of the trunk. It wasn't until now that you noticed how sleek and pretty the interior of the car was since you had entered it in the dead of night and the road your now former apartment was on had few lights.
Yoriichi opened your passenger door and ducked his head to peep at you. "Let's head inside."
His voice was even and calm. Even in a situation as shitty as this he had managed to keep you mostly undisturbed. You only nodded as you exited the car and you finally caught a glimpse of it. It was jet back and just as sleek and sexy as the inside was. The front of the vehicle sported a silver mustang and the top of the car had a removeable roof. It was very fitting to him.
"Nice car." You said breaking the silence.
A small smile crept onto his perfect lips. "Thanks. It's a 1969 Ford Mustang."
"Honestly, I know nothing about cars, but it suits you." You replied as he scanned his fingerprint again to open the door for you. The pleasant smell of eucalptyus hits your nose.
"Oh yeah, how's that?"
You stayed quiet for a moment as you walked down the long halls. It was brightly lit and the walls were lined with crisp white paint that looked like it was always kept in pristine condition. The floors in contrast were black wooden panels that were laid down to perfection and not a single one was out of place.
"It's..." You thought for a moment how you would respond to him as you finally reached the tall elevator doors and held his finger print to the pad in front of him and hit the the up button. "...dark and mysterious and pretty sexy."
You didn't know exactly why you felt the need to say something so unhinged, but honestly the night had already felt unreal and dreamlike, so why not add to the chaos?
Yoriichi had seemed pretty taken aback as he gawked at you with slightly tinted red cheeks. He hadn't expected you out of all people to say something so bold (and not controversial at all). Before he could open his mouth the elevator doors had opened and a doorman had greeted him.
"Good evening, Yoriichi, [name]. Everything is ready." He spoke as he bowed. You noticed that the man looked a lot more rugged than the average doorman. He had a scar over his left eye and tattoos were peaking under his collar shirt and around the endges of his exposed forearms from rolling up his sleeves. It wasn't until you saw that he was wearing a Hanafuda necklace that it had finally clicked.
"Thank you, Kisho." Yoriichi bowed back and you did the same as you murmured a 'thank you". Kisho gave you a small smile and it made you feel a little more comfortable in this unknown building.
You could tell that there was an immense level of trust and respect from both parties being that there was so much comfort from the way that they had addressed each other like old comrades. If you could guess, Kisho was probably in his mid-thirties, but he looked just slightly older than Yoriichi.
As Yoriichi pressed the the button on the elevator doors they began to close,and suddenly the large space in the elevator felt very small. It wasn’t exactly awkward but it also wasn’t the most comfortable. Little did you know, he thanked God that Kisho was already in the elevator because part of him knew that he would be stumbling over his words Yoriichi couldn’t quite think straight after your certain choice of wording when he was conversing with Kisho about current events, but he didn't show any signs of being distraught.
You didn't feel rejected at all knowing that you were only here due to the fact that something romantic was budding between the both of you and well, more over the obvious fact that you two were kinda technically engaged to him at the moment minus the ring. It was just a little confusing to see how well put together he was after looking so flustered. I mean you weren't lying about how you felt, but maybe it was a bit too unhinged. You felt a little satisfaction knowing that you made him a little uncomfortable given the events that had occured no thanks to him.
You remained quiet as you slightly fidgeted your feet noticing that one of shoes were untied. As you bent over to tie them, the elevator doors finally opened and you had to take a double take when you finally looked up. You couldn't believe what you were looking at. You didn't even know ceilings could even be that high. The only ones that you ever laid eyes on were ones in magazines or online news articles about celebrities living in crazy penthouses, but this was something completely out of any celebs league.
The large window panels that made up most of the living room had an amazing view of the city. The night just happened to clear enough to see the waning moon in the sky. You hadn't even noticed how you were slowly walking towards the window until you almost tripped over a piece of furniture. You held onto the soft material of the couch and it felt, expensive.
You slowly retracted your hand and looked around in shock at how utterly breathtaking it was. Your eyes immediately went the middle of the room where it was the most vibrant which was the conversation pit that gave it a rich retro look. Conversation pits weren't very common due to people reverting to electronics over having face to face communication. Which was reasonable, in today's day and age most people had abnormally high levels of anxiety, stress and depression, but something about the feel of this room was just homey. The pit was in the form of a circle and the couches were jet black suede with various fun patterns and colored pillows that matched the couches' aethestic. The fire place in the middle gave it a cozier look.
You suddenly imagined yourself and Yoriichi sitting together sharing coffee with a large cable knit blanket drapped over your backs, but then your eyes landed on the carpet. The koi fish had made another guest appearance in a ying yang design. And the icing on cake? The largest Hanafuda banner you've ever seen hanging on the opposite end of the room. Could it get any more Yakuza than this?
You noticed that there was no television set up in that area, but rather it was in the kitchen that looked like it was built for the best of the best of chefs. And the more you looked around the more and more envious you were becoming. You really hadn't mean to, but just knowing that Yoriichi was living such a fine lifestyle while you paying off your rent with student loans. The way that his uncle had just said everything was taken over had replayed in your head.
"Yeah, I can see what he meant by that now." You murmured to yourself as you walked aimlessly around the room looking at the various mod and psychdelic decor.
You finally landed yourself in front of a beautifully lit aquarium that was to the left of the pit. You were completely entranced by the coral reef that covered most of the bottom of the tank with what seemed like a few handfuls of beautiful fish. A Discus fish had caught your eye and you watched as it swam past the other fish and then rested ontop of a small fragment of everlasting...everlasting...
"It's called everlasting gobstopper." Yoriichi's soft yet deep voice had suddenly spoke up to the right of you. You didn't look at him, instead you simply analyzed it even closer. It indeed did look like gobstoppers, but with tendrils like flowers and loads of them clustered together.
"Right...I was trying to think of the last part of it. Gobstopper. They're beautiful." You finally looked at him. He looked like he had lived 10 lives in one day. His had was a disheveled mess much thanks to the chaos that ensued earlier. You were now feeling a little guilty for teasing him earlier, but it's not like you were lying.
"They are..." His eyes tore away from the tank to you. His maroon gaze was burning into yours as he took your chin between his fingers to tilt upwards to him. You felt your heart starting to leap out of your chest again. "...just like you."
You took it back. You no longer felt bad for teasing him.
He stood still as he searched your face, but you felt apprehensive under his intense gaze. From the moment a small smirk formed on his lips you knew he was trying to get back at you for teasing him earlier. He brushed his index finger across your cheek as he spoke up again.
"I should wash up and you should dry your hair off. We can either talk when I'm out of the shower or tomorrow or whenever you're comfortable. I know this is all crazy and it'll take awhile to adjust." He stepped a little closer, closing the space between you two and it was the same atmosphere that you two had created that night when he was about to kiss you before you went inside. "I'm here for you, [name]. And not just because we're well..."
He averted his eyes for a moment thinking to choose his words carefully. "...Technically engaged at the moment."
He let out a sigh before returning his gaze to you again. "I really am here for you. I'm going to protect you at any cost. It was unfortunate that you were forceably put into this situation, but I'll make it as bearable as I can."
You returned his warmth by placing your hand on top of his and smiled at him. He visibly relaxed at your reaction. "You make it sound like I don't even like you."
"I wouldn't be surprised if by now you didn't." He chuckled, as he took your hand in his and brought it up to his. He lightly kissed the knuckle of your index finger and you felt goosebumps starting to rise as you stared at his lips just barely connecting to your skin. You swallowed dryily and yes dryily because he was making you feel real thirsty.
You cleared your throat and looked to the wooden paneled floor. "Well, I don't so...so just take your shower."
He smiled as he took your hand in his leading you to the hallway. "I'll show you to your room."
You simply followed him as he escorted you down a long open hallway that was fusuma style with gold traditionally painted japanese dragons lining the walls. It had a similar look to what you could remember from the office. Your inner thoughts had come to a stop as he slid fusuma door open and right in front of your eyes was another easter egg. The room was tatami style with the same larger than life window panels and in the center closer to the windows was a platform bed with your name on it. Not literally, but you were beginning to feel tired just looking at it and now it was yours.
He walked into the room and you noticed that your luggage was placed neatly and untouched in the corner of the room. Kisho must have left them in your room as you were poking around and dipped out immediately.
You watched as Yoriichi opened the bathroom light on and it looked like a bath house.
"This is unnecessarily huge." You said looking around. And it was. The bathtub looked like it could hold at least seven people and the shower appeared almost as if there was no glass separating it from the rest of the room. It even had a little bench to sit on. If you were being honest the thing you actually liked most was the fact that the toilet was in a seperate room.
"Everything about this place is unnecessarily huge." He retorted as he took a gander at the room making sure it was clean enough for you to be in.
"You can say that again."
You both shared a look before breaking out into laughter. Yoriichi sighed as it died down.
"I know it must look like a I'm some spoiled rotten brat, but I really wanted something more quaint and lowkey. I envy or well, envied your apartment. My dad says it's for security purposes, but I think it's way too lavish for my liking." He shoved his hand into his pockets as he leaned back against the sink.
"Envy? Me?" You inquired as you looked around, gesturing to the room. "You're joking."
"Yes, I prefer something like--" It was his turn to gesture his hands out to the room. "Less like this."
You scoffed. "Rich people problems, man."
He chuckled as he pushed off from the sink. "It can get tiresome."
"Cry me a river."
He didn't reply to snarky remark. Instead, he opened up a drawer to reveal many hair styling tools that included a blow dryer. "Blow dryer, etc."
Another drawer below. "Skincare..."
And he went on and on as he showed you where everything you needed was. You felt touched that he had prepared so much for you. It was like your own little slice of heaven.
"You good?"
You nodded as you sucked your bottom lip in. "Kinda. I think it'll take a while before I get used to anything though."
"I know. Like I said, everything will be okay." He walked to you and suddenly enveloped your body with his sturdy arms. "I'll be back in like 15 minutes. Is that okay?"
Forget about the bathroom. His scent was your solace. Because even despite kicking ass, he still managed to smell so good. It wasn't the first time you smelled him, but for some reason it was the first time you actually really paid special attention to it. It was a little smoky, yet velvetly like sandalwood and veviter. A combination of woody and spicy and it was addicting.
"Okay." You breathed, but it sounded a bit too moan-like for your liking, which in turn made you panic a little inside. You could feel Yoriichi stiffen a little as pushed back a little too quickly and he half turned so that you didn't think he was in a rush to leave, but boy was he in a rush to leave.
"Alright, uh, I'll see you then." His voice was a letting hoarse as he walked towards the door not looking at you and closed it behind him. You stood there with your mouth covered with your hand.
"Oh my God. What the hell is wrong with me?" You whisper shouted as you looked into the mirror. What was even more shocking was how you looked like total utter shit. Your hair was a fucking mess and half damp. It soaked part of your shirt and your dark circles were even deeper than you recall.
You groaned as you slapped your forehead. "How fucking embarrassing."
You shook your head as you opened one of the drawers and took out one of the brushes and began to make it look a more manageable and less messy. You finally dried your hand until it looked good enough. As you exited the bathroom and replayed how Yoriichi had left so abruptly. And with good reason!
You hadn't even meant to do that, but it slipped out and now you had to talk to him in the next ten minutes or so. You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair and took out your cellphone from your pocket. Surprisingly, you had no new notifications. You remembered that Shinobu had gone out of town with her family to Osaka and Mitsuri had a hot date with a dude who carried a snake around.
Bzz.
A snap from Mitsuri lit up your screen and you unlocked your phone to open it as you sat down onto your futon. As you tapped on the red square by Mitsuri's name, a picture of her and her snake boy toy looking extra cozy came into your view. It made you smile instantaneously. You immediately snapped her back and replied with:
『 Too freakin' cute,, hope ur enjoying ur night <3 』
You quickly sent it out and sighed as you locked your phone. There was no way you were telling anyone anything tonight and you really didn't fucking want to. Honestly, all you wanted to do was fall asleep and pretend like none of this had happened, but you knew you couldn't. Sleep was only a temporary safety blanket that feign shielded you from the dangers outside of your new penthouse.
You fell back against the mattress. How the hell were you even going to explain this? You were sure that your family wouldn't take this too well, but being that they lived in America they didn't really need to know what you were up to into Japan, right?
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oooh fun story!! my succulent does actually have a name, it's based off of phineas and ferb. my siblings made it a little name card and everything, and it says "planty the potted plant", because in one episode doofenshmirtz uses a plant to replace perry (yes this is childish no i do not care because it was funny at the time!)
AAAAHHHH DUDE. BESTIE. i absolutely LOVE that. "libraries hold communities and infinities and stories"???? insanely poetic. incredible i want that quote written on my wall in some fancy typography font.
that's so valid of you, and !!! moo sounds like an awesome fake plant. ivy string lights!! those seem dope i hope you can hang them up at some point!
!!!!! this. so extremely this. there's just So Much to do, and not nearly enough time in the day, in the night, in the world, even if i filled every hour and every minute with something meaningful.
rings my beloved!! i want to get a kit/set/thing to make my own rings because !! why not, and rings are awesome yknow. (it really isn't a cactus anon ask until i say "yknow" at least once /hj)
ooh i want to stop procrastinating on my hw. it could be just one day!! i just need to know that i am physically capable of doing it. one day, absolutely no procrastination, just productivity. something big would be reorganizing my room, or telling my parents about my pronouns (will it ever happen? ..... no but we can pReTeND) i don't mind those kinds of icebreakers!! what is rapidly becoming my least favorite icebreaker is "let's go in a circle and say your name, your pronouns, and [insert whatever here] :)))" like. do you see how ironic and cruel the pronouns thing has backfired isTG-
hmm uh. maybe matilda, if that counts? that was the coolest book, and the amount of time i would spend staring at a pencil to try and make it float is minorly shameful fsdkljf.
do you prefer a laptop keyboard, or the older and more clicky pokey ones? what's something big that you really want to do, whether it's now or sometime in your life? favorite pattern (stripes, checkered, polka dots, etc)? and what is the current bane of your existence? - 🌵
PLANTY THE POTTED PLANT. SO TRUE. I READ THAT IN THE (a platypus??) "PERRY THE PLATYPUS" voice and im not sure if i was supposed to do that or not but. i did !! so. also phineas and ferb my beloved <333
RIGHT the string lights are such a vibe i think i might try to put them up this weekend or something.
"in the day, in the night, in the world, even if i filled every hour and every minute with something meaningful." no okay because those are such words. literally EXACTLY. time is infinite but we are limited and so it will never be enough. fuck.
DUDE YES. RING SET. DO THAT. that would honestly be so cool ??? lmao the yknow is sooo iconic of u actually <3
"i just need to know that i am physically capable of doing it" YEAH okay that's. that's a mood though. if i knew i could then maybe that would give me more motivation to try. or it would make me feel guilty. but either way. oh dude the pronouns thing is a mood yeah im really sorry though :( i hope u have some irls that know ur pronouns at least
oh dear GOD the fucking PRONOUN ICEBREAKERS. im not about to be an enby after fucking. emily and katie and danielle and sarah and maddy with a y have all done their lil she/her/hers shit. fuck you. i swear im different pronouns with every teacher HSGJSFSLKDFJ
dude matilda DEFINITELY counts oh my god !! that book my beloved <33
okay here's the thing. the older ones are cool in theory but.. my fingers are too short to use them properly so i always accidentally slip and click the wrong key. help.
something really big i wanna do is a cross-country road trip with my friends. seriously i'm telling you i have such a thing for road trips and i know in practice it wouldn't be nearly as fun but,, ,,,,,,, i need it.
my favorite pattern is plaid i think. flannels my beloved <3
the current bane of my existence is definitely the athletics requirement at school. please just let me read my books and procrastinate my homework i don't want to run the mile and get all sweaty and not be able to breathe properly for half an hour afterwards.
what's the current bane of your existence? do you have any favorite subjects in school? what would you ideally like to study (it could be anything)? have you read any classic literature and did you like it ?? what's your favorite pair of shoes?
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kuhaan na ng card bukas and I'M SO NERVOUS YET I DON'T GIVE A FUCK AT THE SAME TIME I just procrastinated my entire christmas break smh, but ngl I did enjoy the time I graciously wasted,,, I can sense my mom from afar with her "no video games, only on weekends" rule lmao. but don't worry, the subjects I procrastinated are the ones I consider boring (esp is the bane of my existence) -tiger lily anon
Oh gawd, best of luck on your grades.
Honestly a damn mood right here, no one likes doing school work during holiday breaks anyways, not even teachers goddamn (esp is a nightmare but it's pretty easy to procrastinate about)
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Have You Heard of That New Mario Kart Game?
Warning: none
1.8k+: fluff, famous!harry, university student!y/n, domestic life of two odd balls
+ Mario Kart Tour has become the bane of my existence
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It’s now an hour until midnight and her paper looks somewhat decent. She thinks. She’s made it through 1,397 words of her 2,000 word essay, so she figures she can grant herself a short break to see what’s making Harry shout like a mad man while she gets another snack.
She travels down the hall, carrying an empty white bowl now stained by the blueberries that were in it earlier, and into the living room where she finds Harry sitting hunched over his phone. His hair is sticking up in different directions.
“Fucking finally!” He suddenly yells, rolling backwards while pumping his fist and phone in the air before sitting forward again. He returns to being stiff as a nail, concentrating heavily on his phone.
“Your back will hurt later if you stay hunched over like that,” Y/N says as she enters their kitchen.
“S’already hurting but don’t care. I finally got the hang of this,” he mutters from the other room before yelling in celebratory fashion.
“Of what?” Y/N asks.
“Have you heard of that new Mario Kart game?”
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The one where Harry plays Mario Kart Tour and slowly loses his mind while Y/N watches and it’s pure domestic!fluff involving Mario Kart, adulting, a tower fan: the obvious necessities of a loving, healthy, relationship
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“God fucking damn it!”
Y/N looks up from her laptop towards the door. “Bubba? You alright?” She asks and waits for a response. When she doesn’t hear one she shrugs it off, thinking Harry probably sorted it out.
Several minutes later she hears him yell again. “No! Drift! Drift- Not that way- fuck-.” His voice carries into the room, muffled by the door and the distance, but she can make out the genuine distress he’s in.
Y/N checks the time. She’d been working on her paper for her gothic literature class since she arrived that afternoon (give or take the few hours she spent procrastinating) and had fallen into a steady zone of writing when Harry arrived just before seven. He’d spent his off day with Alexander, part of his London group of friends, to see some exhibit being showcased downtown. Y/N would have gone had she not had a paper due online at midnight, and knowing her habits and writing process she’d need the rest of the night to get it done.
However, she didn’t chalk up Harry to be a distraction. She had marooned Harry to the rest of the house while she hid away in their bedroom, yet that didn’t seem to matter at the moment. Last she saw of him was during one of her breaks to get herself a snack and a drink. He was lounging in their living room with his phone and laptop out, probably on a meeting call and answering e-mails. That was two hours ago.
It’s now an hour until midnight and her paper looks somewhat decent. She thinks. She’s made it through 1,397 words of her 2,000 word essay, so she figures she can grant herself a short break to see what’s making Harry shout like a mad man while she gets another snack.
She travels down the hall, carrying an empty white bowl now stained by the blueberries that were in it earlier, and into the living room where she finds Harry sitting hunched over his phone. His hair is sticking up in different directions.
“Fucking finally!” He suddenly yells, rolling backwards while pumping his fist and phone in the air before sitting forward again. He returns to being stiff as a nail, concentrating heavily on his phone.
“Your back will hurt later if you stay hunched over like that,” Y/N says as she enters their kitchen.
“S’already hurting but don’t care. I finally got the hang of this,” he mutters from the other room before yelling in celebratory fashion.
“Of what?” Y/N asks.
“Have you heard of that new Mario Kart game?”
“I saw it trending on Twitter. I haven’t gotten the chance to play yet. It looks interesting,” she shrugs, popping a blueberry in her mouth.
“Don’t bother, it sucks,” Harry huffs. “The controls are stupid on this mobile version. It’s hard to steer and drift. I prefer playing on the perfectly good Switch we own. I also think it’s kind of stupid that you have to play vertically. Makes no sense to me.”
Y/N hums thoughtfully as she carries her blueberries over to Harry. She wants to see what he’s fussing over, so she motions for him to start the next map so she can watch. While he’s making his character and car selections his lips part. As a reflex she pushes a blueberry into his open mouth. “Thanks bubba,” he says as he chews on the fruit. “Do you see this garbage?” He asks with a tone that questions the sanctity of the game with so much intent that she has to laugh.
“Wow, you really hate this game, huh,” she says, amused by how affected he seemed.
“It’s really no offence to the developers, but this game is already great played on a console. Why ruin it by turning it into a cash-grabbing mobile game?” Harry sighs.
“That’s just the gaming business nowadays, I guess,” Y/N shrugs. “Is there even a multiplayer option? I might download it so I can kick your ass on a different version as well.”
“It’s implied that it’s still in development. Probably won’t be playing it again any time soon, so it doesn’t matter,” he replies, “also, you only win because you wanna talk about the future of humanity and shit whenever we play, distracting me.”
“I’ll play you again when I finish my paper, and when I kick your ass again in total silence you can whine about it while you wash the dishes.”
“Unless I kick your ass. Then I expect a night’s sleep with the fan off.”
“You know I need the fan on or else I can’t sleep,” Y/N pouts as Harry grins stupidly. “Then you should hope you kick my ass then,” he says.
“Oh I will. I’m gonna go finish up my paper,” Y/N sighs, giving Harry a quick kiss before retreating back to their room.
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Y/N joined Harry in the living room at around 11:45 p.m. She submitted her paper online and printed out a hard copy to bring to class the next day which she stapled and placed with her laptop so she didn’t forget.
Her and Harry played ten rounds of Mario Kart on their switch (should have been five but Harry threw a tantrum when he lost three games in a row). Still, Y/N came out as the definitive winner having won six rounds against Harry.
While Harry washed the dishes she went ahead and got ready for bed. She downloaded the Mario Kart game on her phone while doing her skin care and got herself started in between steps. The game didn’t seem so bad so far but she could see where Harry’s complaints were coming from. She wondered if there was any way to fix the steering and drifting in the settings to give her more control. Luckily there was and she quickly did that.
“This map is so hard,” Y/N mutters. She’s been lying in bed, sitting upright against the pillows having played a few maps now. Harry eventually enters the room appearing tired but relatively content. She’s stuck on a map and was tilting her phone and trying to drift to pull ahead of her opponents.
Harry, understandingly, looked confused.
“That doesn’t actually help, you know,” Harry says pointedly. He begins to get ready for bed while watching Y/N flail around. It amuses him to the point of laughing while planting half of himself on her to see what place she’s in.
“I changed the settings so you steer by tilting your phone and you tap to drift. It’s loads easier for me now,” she tells him as she tilts her phone on a hard left turn. She accidentally bumps Harry’s cheek with her elbow. “Oh- shit- sorry,” she apologizes over each abrupt motion she makes.
Harry chuckles and pays no more mind to her jerking motions and continues to lay his head in her lap to watch her play. The fan is on pointed directly on Y/N the way she likes it, and truthfully feels quite nice on his face. He never liked the white noise of the fan running in his sleep and his exposed feet tended to get the butt-end of their deal, but he let her have this one thing figuring it’s gotten her to stay around for this long.
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The following morning Y/N gets ready for class. She makes sure she’s got everything in her bag: pens, her notebook, her laptop and chargers. She puts her essay in with her laptop and zips up her bag.
Harry is snoring quietly behind her, wrapped up in a white faux fur throw blanket with his face buried between two pillows. The fan blows in his direction, causing his hair to raise with the gusts of wind. He looks peaceful and soft; morning-Harry is her favourite Harry for these reasons. She loves him at his loudest, and at his most charming and talented when he’s being ‘Harry Styles,’ and when he’s at his most neediest, when like a pup he wants nothing more but her love and affection. But morning-Harry meant sleepy-Harry, who’s every bit of the above when he’s groggy with sleep. Only, he’s softer and so precious; Anne says it bests when she talks to Y/N when Harry visits. It’s like he never left home at 16.
They fought hard to make their home what it was. Two years ago when they started dating it was just Harry, and his place felt very much like his place. Then she came into his life and brought a Seville classics tower fan with her. Literally, she got it one summer during a heat wave. Her parent’s home didn’t have working air condition after a faulty maintenance job, so they bought two new fans from Costco. Since then she found it hard to sleep without the fan on her; the gentle breeze was nice and the sound oddly helped her sleep. Harry had his qualms about having the fan on while they slept, but she knew deep down he liked the fan idea too.
Y/N leaves her bag next to the bottom of the stairs while she makes herself a quick breakfast. She eats fast and goes back upstairs to brush her teeth and say good bye to Harry. She enters their room and finds him sitting upright in bed, holding her phone.
“Morning pretty,” she laughs softly, smiling as she presses his hair down and kisses the creases in his forehead.
“Bubba you’re in the way,” he huffs, moving his face out of her hands.
“I’m leaving for class, just gonna brush my teeth then get my phone,” she tells him with an amused grin as she peers down at her phone. “Though you weren’t going to be playing it again any time soon?”
“Yeah,” Harry says as if merely saying so would make the both forget his rage towards the mobile game less than 24 hours ago. “I won first place on a couple maps. You’re welcome,” Harry says pointedly, glancing at her as she enters their bathroom. He hears her laugh while the water runs.
She comes out a few minutes later as Harry completes another map. He hands her phone back. “You can add me as a friend now apparently,” Harry says. “I accepted on your behalf.”
Y/N nods slowly as she looks at her phone. His screen name she assumes (babyhunny) appears under her friends list.
“‘Kay, I gotta go. See you later,” she says, tucking her phone in her back pocket, holding her earphones ready as she leans down to kiss Harry.
“Mhmm, love yeh,” he murmurs into the kiss. “Love you too,” she replies, pecking his lips once more before she heads out the door.
She glances back at Harry and sees that he’s on his phone now, probably playing Mario Kart on it, evidenced by the deep crease in his forehead that reappears and his tongue which pokes out as his gaze focuses on his screen. Y/N shakes her head, grinning as she turns the corner.
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Hello, it’s been a while. I wrote this completely sleep-deprived at 6am after losing miserably on this one difficult map in Mario Kart Tour. One could say I was projecting..... but, the way this game was brought up to me made me wonder how it’d be talking to Harry about it and I imagined he’d be pretty peeved by the game too but keep playing nonetheless. idk. but i know i wanna (gonna) kick harry’s ass in mario kart someday. when we meet again and become bffs.
Add me if u want [my id: 041377293682]
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All I Want For Christmas (Are Earplugs)
Ficlet: 3k of fluffy, explicit (at the end) Christmas-y DeanCas.
The challenge: "Write something about Cas being stuck in the gas n sip where "All I Want For Christmas is You" plays on an endless loop for 3 months until he's nearly homicidal 😂 ...and then dean shows up and they bang in the storeroom while it's playing and the song is still awful and plays every 45 minutes but at least Cas has a positive memory to associate with it now!"
Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21656614
Or check out this excerpt (cut because Tumblr will eat my smut):
Corporate doesn’t even hold off until Thanksgiving is over to move onto Christmas, not anymore. In the age of instant gratification and having everything a person could possibly want only a finger swipe away, waiting until after Thanksgiving to break out the Christmas theming would render it all relatively pointless. Thus, the day after Halloween, that’s when it starts these days. Castiel doesn’t get it, not really, especially considering the Gas’n’Sip is, well, a gas station. No one is looking to their shelves for holiday sales and the opportunity to grab this season’s hottest items before they sell out. Not unless one considers snack cakes and travel-sized tubes of toothpaste to be the perfect holiday gifts. Not that Castiel’s judging.
It’s just that those realities make the auditory horror Castiel’s subjected to for nearly three months straight all the more baffling. Why he has to suffer so the Gas’n’Sip can claw uselessly at retail relevance is beyond his understanding. It’s not as if they’re succeeding. That little “Last Minute Gifts!” display doesn’t get any sort of play at all until the twenty-third, and even then people have to grimace their way through choosing between cheap shower product sets and crappy mugs with teddy bears holding chocolates stuffed inside them. By November first, Castiel’s already practicing the most tactful ways to interrupt those poor procrastinating saps and suggest simply buying lottery scratch-off tickets.
The thing is, the decorations aren’t so bad. A little tinsel here, a few red glittery signs there, couple of candy-filled endcaps with Santa theming, whatever. Even the little Christmas tree that sits next to the register and Castiel can’t stop knocking into with his elbow every time he goes to make change is more festive than frustrating. None of those things are particularly bothersome at all. In fact, Castiel barely even notices them (aside from diving to catch the tree and keep it from crashing to the ground every ten minutes). And the twinkling, color-changing string lights that Castiel spent the better part of a day stapling around the top of the store, along the windows, and over the register are actually fairly enjoyable to look at. So much so that he strung a set around the shelves of the storeroom for when he’s stuck back there organizing or doing inventory. Very cheery.
But the songs. The songs are the worst. Well, no, that’s not exactly it either. The holiday songs on the corporate-provided CD that loops endlessly on a forty-five minute spiral in the background definitely still play in Castiel’s head long after he’s dumped the coffee, turned out the lights, and locked the gas station doors. They infiltrate his quiet moments in the evening after he’s returned home, dance across his mind obnoxiously when he should be enjoying his free time away. It’s only the beginning of December and already Castiel’s starting to lose his mind. Last night, full of a spectacular dinner and tucked warm and snug in bed with Dean squirming underneath him, Castiel was screwed out of an actual orgasm by the painfully catchy crooning of Mariah Carey relentlessly belting out those high notes in his head.
Because really, at the end of the day, it’s not all the holiday songs, it’s that holiday song. The bane of retail workers everywhere, Castiel’s sure of it, “All I Want For Christmas Is You” is single-handedly making his holiday season as un-merry as it could possibly get. A grating earworm that’s starting to feel more “nails on a chalkboard” than singing at all, Castiel’s forced to enjoy it on a repeat cycle every forty-two-point-five minutes of every single workday. And now, it’s messing with his off-time, his intimate evenings with Dean, those relax and reset moments that Castiel counts on to get him through the next day and the one after that. Retail is hard enough on a regular old Tuesday, never mind during the holiday season when everyone’s so desperate to squeeze in as much merriment as possible that they’re willing to steamroll right over people like Castiel to do it.
Most of the time, Castiel doesn’t mind being a faceless cog in the machine, hell, he enjoys it some days. There’s a quiet dignity in his job, in providing food and fuel for weary travelers just trying to get from Point A to Point B. Keeping the coffee pot full, the hot dogs warm, the cigarette cartons stacked. Perhaps other people might look down on him for being satisfied with that type of work, that type of life, but Castiel has no interest in what other people think of him. Well, anyone besides Dean, of course. And Dean loves him, is proud of him, and that’s more than enough to make his days, every single one of them, merry and bright.
So it would be Castiel’s preference that he subsists through the rest of the Christmas season without murdering the one man who makes his existence tolerable, and that fucking song is beginning to threaten that theoretically simple wish.
Today, for instance, it’s four in the afternoon and Castiel is working a double. Which means that since the Gas’n’Sip opened its doors at six AM, Mariah Carey’s syrupy-sweet caroling has set his teeth on edge going on fourteen times. Fourteen. Chinese water torture would be kinder. Two hours and two more rounds of the nightmare in G Major later, Castiel texts Nora, his manager, and begs her to let him change the music. “ Just for the today, just for the rest of my shift”, he pleads, even going so far as to say he’ll tune the radio to their local Christmas music station.
Nora sends back, “ LOL, Castiel you’re so funny”, and Castiel dies a little bit inside. Business is slow and the lackluster trickle of customers comes to a stop completely around ten PM, leaving an entire hour for Castiel to count down the minutes to the next time that awful song is going to play without any kind of distraction. When the bells tied to the doors finally jingle signaling a customer around ten forty-five, relief doesn’t even come close to what Castiel feels. That doubles when the face that appears across his countertop is Dean’s.
“Hello, Dean,” Castiel says warmly, and he’s not exaggerating when he thinks he may never have been happier to see the man. Although, it’s never unpleasant to see Dean.
“I'll have some beef jerky and a pack of menthols,” Dean replies cheekily, leaning across the counter for a kiss which Castiel gladly provides. Not the menthols, though.
“Funny,” he murmurs and then sighs heavily. “Dean, I’m going to lose my mind if I have to put up with this—” Castiel jams his finger in the direction of the ceiling speaker above his head, “ Horror show for another three weeks.”
Dean looks up from where he’s fingering the different flavors of Bubble Yum and slides a pack across the smooth surface, reaching for his wallet to pay. Castiel waves him off, grabs a couple of singles from his own pocket and runs the transaction absently. “It can’t be that bad,” Dean says and Castiel’s fingers halt mid-button-push.
“My ears feel like they’re bleeding, Dean,” he protests with a glare. “Every forty-two-point-five minutes exactly it comes on and I’m in hell.” Clocking Dean’s badly-suppressed smirk, Castiel works his jaw and folds his arms across his chest. “Perhaps I’ll call Bobby and offer him a free month of advertising in the Gas’n’Sip window. All he’ll have to do is play a particular CD on repeat in the auto-repair bay from tomorrow until Christmas.” Satisfied with the way Dean’s face pales and the smirk disappears, Castiel feels absolutely no need to remind him that approving free advertising isn’t remotely in his job description. Honestly, if Dean can’t figure that out from the knowledge that he isn’t so much as allowed to change the store’s chosen music, that’s on him.
“Don’t mess with my classic rock, Cas,” Dean warns him. “Some shit is sacred, you know.” Annoyed again, Castiel raises his hands and gestures around him emphatically. “Alright, alright,” Dean relents. “I see your point, it sucks.” Sucking his lip distractedly in between his teeth, Dean glances around the store. “So, where are your security cameras at?”
Rolling his eyes, Castiel points to several different corners and just above his head behind the register. “There, there, there, and there. Don’t you think if I could have moved them, I would have? Changing their direction sends a notification straight to Nora’s phone.”
“That’s not what I—what about the storeroom? There any cameras there?”
Castiel narrows his eyes and regards Dean curiously. “No… There was one, but it broke weeks ago and Corporate hasn’t yet responded to Nora’s service request.” With a mild hum and another glance around that includes a sweep of the deserted parking lot outside, Dean wanders over to the doors and locks them. “Dean?” Castiel doesn’t protest, just watches as Dean flips the sign that says, “Back in 5 minutes!” Castiel rarely uses it himself, but every so often nature calls and the store has to be locked in the meantime. It’s interesting that Dean remembers that.
“C’mon,” is all Dean says on his pass back through the store, reaching out to grab Castiel’s arm and tug him out from his little alcove and across the floor to the storeroom.
“Dean, what—”
“How long until that song plays again?” Dean asks as he pulls Castiel inside and shuts the door behind them.
Checking his watch, Castiel does some quick mental math as well as cocks his head to listen for whatever song is playing now. “It’s next,” he groans, but Dean just grins.
“Awesome timing,” he replies, grabbing Castiel’s waist and manhandling him around until his back is up against some stable-looking shelving. “We’re gonna play a game, alright?” Dean’s bright green eyes are sparkling and shining and Castiel definitely knows that face. He also knows he should stop him, should tell Dean no to whatever mischievous thing he’s plotting, but it is only minutes to closing time and hell, Castiel’s day has been pure, undiluted shit.
“What sort of game?” Castiel asks, unable to keep the note of amusement out of his voice as he watches Dean’s eyes dart down to his own lips. Without answering, Dean leans in, kisses Castiel’s bottom lip and then his top, pulls back just far enough to look down and slot their groins together in a way that won’t have anyone’s belts causing unwanted, painful havoc. Then he’s back, tongue poking at the seam of Castiel’s mouth, and despite everything, Castiel recognizes that this is Dean asking for permission. If he really doesn’t want to do this, in his store or at all, he need only close his mouth.
As much as he appreciates the asking, though, Castiel knew what he was getting into when he stepped inside the storeroom. Dean has a bit of an exhibitionist side, and this isn’t their first rodeo in a semi-public space. Though the likelihood of being walked in on is extremely low, there’s still a bit of a thrill Castiel gets over doing something naughty, and maybe he’s more into it than he lets on. The whole concept has him hardening up nicely and Dean’s grinding isn’t hurting either, but just as they’re setting a pretty nice pace, the first notes of The Song come on.
Growling into Dean’s mouth, Castiel reluctantly pushes him back. “I can’t,” he says, frustrated. “I don’t want to associate having sex with you with this demonic lullaby.”
Read the rest on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21656614
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I’m going to go with (every single one of us) still left in want of mercy, it’s companion piece you have come by way of sorrow (you have come by way of tears), and the third fic in the series that I’m not fucking writing (except I have about 4000 useless words of).
So, first of all, both fic titles come from songs (covered) by The Wailin’ Jennys. I keep meaning to make them a series, and if I did it would be called when the sun comes up (I'll wake up with you) from their song Paint a Picture. Possibly. I’d rather use a line from Asleep at Last, but none of them are quite right. Either way, I’m a procrastinator and it won’t happen.
Mercy is objectively the better executed fic, but I will fully admit that Sorrow holds the bigger place in my heart. For anybody that knows me, that’s probably not a surprise given it deals with a woman claiming her desires. I’m nothing if not predictable.
I. Am. Obsessed. with the idea that gets brushed against here, that instead of a crossbow, Cersei sends a letter north to Jaime--it would be a great nod to book canon AND make far more sense of his future actions if they wanted to keep 8x04 as it was. (Not that I do in these fics, but “I rejected your pleas for help and now I’ve just been hit with the reality of your death” is still questionable, but better than “Guess I gotta go die with my would-be murderer”) I would beg on my knees for someone to actually write a story with that divergence. BEG.
Mercy was odd, in that I had the title before I had the story--it just seemed like such a fitting sentiment for Jaime and it was tickling the back of my mind and I was still swearing ONE FIC, but then I got hit by the final scene of that fic--where he’s saying that sometimes he feels like he’s still dying and this is all just a fevered attempt of his mind to regain his honour before the Starks kill him--and I literally went “Fuck.” out loud. And then hastily wrote it in a couple of hours, a series of little snippets of sex and intimacy. It turned out well.
Sorrow was the opposite--I had a niggling feeling that there was a story in Brienne’s POV of the same events, and someone prompted “POV” on a writing meme, where I had to rewrite an existing scene from another POV. And there was a line in it-- “there is a softness in his eyes that she dares to name.”-- that just hit me just so and I was like “Welp, I guess I need to figure out what the fuck this fic is so I can nestle that little treasure in a solid chest.” So I did, and it’s precious to me.
THE THIRD FIC, however, is the bane of my fucking existence and will likely remain so forever. I’ve been whining about it a lot lately. Because I know what it is in the broadest strokes--a both POV fic that pushes the boundaries a little with sex and intimacy and communication that I’ve been calling the vanilla bean kink fic. But instead of the sparse poetry style of the first two fics, the existing scenes are all 1-1.5K words and there are 10-12 scenes easily. Nobody wants that much porn. I don’t want to write that much porn. And it is porn, completely missing the point that these are character studies where smut is merely the vehicle. So I’m not writing it. Except I keep writing scenes of it and then getting annoyed at myself because it’s still porn. And bonus fun, it’s porn with a JB dynamic that is… not aligned with the general preferences of the fandom, so the target audience is people who want kink-that-isn’t-actually-kinky smut and have no preference for bottom Jaime, written by someone allergic to actually writing smut so it’s a lot of really long sentences and no actual details. I have a sinking suspicion I’m going to end up with 10-12 thousand words of a first draft that I have no intention of editing into something cohesive, which is a damn waste of my free writing time. I hate it. I keep sending people the mostly completed scenes so they can suffer with me.
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i think i might have adhd- my therapist thinks so too, based on quote unquote 'anxiety symptoms leading to exhaustion' but im afraid to go to my doctor and ask about being diagnosed/gettings meds cause i also think people will just think im trying to get meds. did you have any symptoms that stood out particularly that turned about to be tied to adhd?? or how they affected you? tysm!!! 💕
Hey! Thanks for the ask! I'm still very new to the game myself so dont take my word as law but: I'm pretty sure that if your therapist believes you have ADHD then they can write you a refferal letter to show to your doctor, who then can either perscribe you medication or refer you to a psychiatrist that will do further screenings.
Most of my generalized anxiety stems from my adhd, especially time management, organization, executive dysfunction, and inability to focus on things that dont capture my interest.
Some things I noticed that directly aligned with adhd symptoms are that I have a very very hard time keeping my room clean. It would get so bad and I would never have any motivation to clean it and didnt get much satisfaction from it. It's gotten better recently in that while on meds, I can clean my room without getting distracted by (let's say an old sketchbook) things and spending hours invested in it. And I do feel much better knowing it wont be so hard next time I have to clean it either.
I am always late. Always. My time management would make me late to everything, especially college classes since I had to self manage getting around campus!! Even things that didnt have an immediate deadline I would put off until last minute or procrastinate until I was either rushing to get it done last minuite or give up on doing it entirely.
Also: homework is the bane of my existence. I could learn so much from a class and feel like I was really getting the subject, but never completing or turning in homework would always drag my grades down. Studying was impossible for me because I would sit and draw instead of taking notes and fooling myself into thinking that it was actually helping me focus! (That's just me, some people actually do focus better when drawing while listening!)
Executive dysfunction really makes doing anything so fucking hard sometimes lol and I realized that even though this very easy task would take 5 mins to complete I would still just. Not do it and then feel bad about it. I would always have an overwhelming feeling of guilt for not doing something that was easy and would help my life out!
Another huge thing was memorization. My memory is really the worst of my adhd because I always will forget what assignments are due when and also forget just general things that are very important. It's hard to keep certain thoughts like "remember to buy eggs" "moms birthday is xx/xx/xxxx" "I have already told this story to you?" In my head. They slip away so easily!! Also things like names and key info I will forget unless you're my good friend. In order to remember something I have to write it down physically somewhere that I can keep reminding myself.
Not finishing things maaaaaay be a symptom?? But basically I have this habit of almost finishing things like projects and TV shows and laundry and stuff. A girl gets distracted lol.
Hyperfocusing is also a huge part of adhd. I would spent hours on hours reading harry potter as a kid over and over, as well as watch a bunch of sailor moon (like all the seasons) and sit and draw for hours. Now I try and guide my hyperfocusing towards priority school work, but it honestly just makes whatever catches my attention the ONLY thing I'm thinking about for sometimes days on end.
And lastly for now, something I believe is adhd is having one lyric, word, or phrase stuck in your head on repeat for hours. Yesterday I spent 2 hours with Mrs. Incredibles line from the begining of the movie where she is washing Jack Jack in the sink "We are now OFICIIALY moved in" on loop. Like as soon as the line was over it would start again in my head and just happen over and over till I forgot about it LMAOOO
I hope this was helpful!!!
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road trip to hell: part three
part 1 | part 2 | wip introduction | read on wattpad now
“fuck, i won’t be getting this out of my hair for weeks.”
“our car just exploded, princess. there are bigger things to worry about.”
kenzi rubbed the ashes out of her hair.
“minor details.”
“look at kali,” toby murmured. she was remarkably calm, not moving, staring at the car going up in flames.
the hood of the car rattled down the road.
and then kali lost it.
“what the fuck just happened?” she stormed over to kenzi, pushing her back and getting in her face. “you don’t think i know this was you? i let you in my car ten minutes and you blow it up, what the fucking hell were you thinking?”
“i didn’t-”
“you’re gonna pay for this, you little piece of shit,” kali pushed her hard. “don’t think you can get away with everything.”
lani cleared her throat.
she fiddled with the sleeve of her shirt and had to force herself to meet kali’s eyes.
“it was me.”
kali blinked.
“what?”
“it was me. i blew it up.”
kali cast a glance at kenzi; eyes narrowed, fist clenched. “you’re making her take the rap for you now? that’s fucking lo-”
“kali, no,” lani grabbed her arm, pulling her away from kenzi. kali glared at her and lani quickly took a few steps back. “she- she’s not making me take the rap for her. okay? it was me.”
kali looked at her. lani’s stomach turned when she realised she was being stared at with disappointment rather than anger.
she would’ve preferred the anger.
kali pushed past her and walked deeper into the forest, leaving her car only with great reluctance. betrayal simmered in her stomach. she had made the mistake of trusting lani, but she should have known better than to trust an angel.
the sound of voices and rustled leaves forced her to speed up.
“kali, wait-”
“fuck off and go home.”
“c’mon,” lani grabbed her wrist, ignoring the way the others cringed in anticipation.
kali snatched her wrist away and turned around.
“you wanted to go home? well here’s your chance. get your face out of here before i mess it up.”
lani grabbed the hem of her jacket before she could walk off again.
“i’m sorry-” lani mumbled. she hesitated for mere seconds, and then stood up a little straighter. “but actually, i’m not. you can’t open a portal to hell kali. that’s dangerous and reckless and i won’t let you do it.”
“okay then,” kali sighed. “i guess i’ll just go home with you then.”
lani beamed.
“really?”
kali rolled her eyes. spite practically rolled off her tongue.
“of course not,” she pulled away from lani’s grip and continued walking through the forest. “like i give a flying fuck what some dumbass angel thinks.”
lani stopped, face scrunched up. she rubbed her cheeks, determined not to let kali see her cry. kali hated it when she cried.
“please? i don’t want you to get hurt.”
kali didn’t even look back.
“just fuck off.”
a couple of tears fell down lani’s cheeks. she rubbed them away, eyes red and glistening by the time kenzi and the rest of them caught up. she looked away and refused to look anyone in the eye. falling for a demon had been a mistake.
“hey. are you okay?”
lani nodded and gave a sad smile. the physical equivalent of i’m fine.
kai gave her a hug. toby and the girls awkwardly squeezed her shoulder. the awkward silence would have stayed for much longer, had it not been for the howling.
not every group of teenagers would recognise a werewolves howl, but they were not an ordinary group of teenagers.
they were a group of teenagers who had grown up with matty.
werewolf howls were the bane of their existence. and of their sleep.
“we need to get out of here,” kenzi said.
“why are you always inch-”
toby elbowed her in the side.
“now is not the time.”
harlow humphed.
“toby can’t be here,” kai muttered, pulling away from lani. “they smell vampire. it’s werewolf 101.”
“so now this is all my fault?”
kai bit his lip. “it’s nobody’s fault. but just- trust me. werewolves don’t hunt humans. not anymore. they just hunt-”
“vampires. alright, yeah. great. fantastic. love that for me.”
“sorry,” kai shrugged.
kenzi clapped him on the shoulder, “see? not the most useless witch in the world.”
kai chuckled. “at least i know basic general knowledge.”
“i don’t know if you guys noticed, but we’re in the middle of a very dark forest right now with no weapons and no way out. i vote we just feed toby to the werewolves and run.”
“thanks for that,” toby smiled sweetly.
he paled when the werewolves howled again.
they were getting closer.
“what the fuck are we going to do?”
“kali would know,” lani murmured.
“kali doesn’t give a shit what happens to me. we’ve gotta figure this out on our own.”
“we could-”
the werewolves howled again. this time, the sound of trees and leaves and rustling accompanied it.
“run! just fucking run!”
they started bounding through the forest just as pink noses and whiskers began to appear. grey fur glimmered under the light of the full moon. four teenagers who lived with a five year old werewolf should have realised this would happen - but what could they say. they’d been distracted.
“we can’t outrun them-”
“you are not letting them eat me!”
the werewolves were hot on their trail now. six of them, running in formation. a pack, and a well bonded pack at that.
not that it mattered. the four of them could barely fight off a rubber duck.
“toby!”
he looked over.
slowing for just second.
and then the werewolf pounced.
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Book recs: psychic detective tropes
Hey, in honor of me procrastinating on my fic writing, it's time for another list of book recs! I thought I'd feature one of my all-time favorite tropes: the psychic detective.
That's right, folks. They're not just detectives. They're also psychic! Which is really kind of cheating, when you think about it... And, in classic noir tradition, they're all written in first person! Yay!
Let me just state up front that none of these are what you might call high art. Okay, so maybe John Connolly’s books come close, at times, but the rest just... uh, don't? But, despite their many flaws, I still found these series entertaining. So just wait for a kindle sale, maybe, or check your local library before investing money.
All right, let’s do this!
First up, the Mindspace Series by Alex Hughes.
Do you like emotional whump? Like, a lot? How about a protagonist who’s just been beat down by life? And is continuously shit on by everyone around him? Maybe just a little bit? Or, maybe, a lot? Then this series might be for you.
Poor, poor Adam is a telepath (and a clairvoyant) in a messed up future where advanced tech is no longer allowed due to some war that wiped out a whole slew of people. He's gotten kicked out of his psychic guild—which is essentially a mandatory union—for being a drug addict (which is not his fault!) and now works for the local police department as a kind of probationary consultant, solving crime and trying not to backslide into addiction.
Oh, and he gets shit on by his coworkers. A lot. I know I already mentioned that, but it's big.
Look, the constant berating Adam takes from all sides gets a bit over done in the first book in this series—even I thought it was a bit much and I'm a whump fanatic. But that tapers off to a reasonable level of whump in subsequent books. Some may also find his partner (and crush) Detective Cherubino annoying. I'm not personally bothered by the Angry Woman Cop trope. But she gets toned down a bit, as well.
They're fun books, and the characters do get some room to grow. The world-building is a little sparse in the first installment, but gets more detailed and more interesting as the series moves along, especially when we get to visit the psychic’s guild. And Adam’s an appealing character, even when he’s a whiny little bitch.
Next, the Psycop Series by Jordan Castillo Price
Hmmm, I'd rate these books at about the level of competent fanfiction. That is to say: fun to read, but also with some plotting, pacing, and retcon issues. Still enjoyable enough to recommend, though.
Victor Bane is a medium: he sees dead people. And talks to them. He’s also a police detective, working as part of a team of psychics. Oh, and he has issues. A lot of issues. And he's gay. Yes, this series does feature some gay romance (with explicit sex) but the romance is not really the main focus.
The first book in this series is... Well, it's not great. It feels like the author wrote it as a standalone and then tacked a series on as an afterthought. I mean, let's be honest here, that's probably what happened. Some characters and plot points get introduced and then, sort of, immediately dropped in the next book. The author has only a vague sense of how police departments might work or what a detective’s job entails. You’ll see what I mean... Wasn't enough to put me off the rest of the series, though, so there's that.
The books become more competent and more enjoyable as you go. And longer, which is a plus if you’re worried about how much bang you get for your buck. (That was a sex joke, btw) Victor is the classic noir character: always in over his head, but armed to the teeth with sarcasm and ingenuity. He's very endearing.
I'm happy to report that this series does not contain a lot of relationship angst, if that's not your thing. It's sometimes my thing, but then I also enjoy just reading about happy, supportive people in uncomplicated relationships.
Okay, so, not great writing, but fun enough and easily digestible. Also, nice for those of us who enjoy a little porn mixed into our plots.
Moving on...
The Felix Castor Series by Mike Carey
Mike Carey is a good writer, and these books are good.
Felix is an exorcist in London. That's a thing in this AU, and the world has some interesting stuff to say about how ghosts and demons, and werewolves (loup garou) work. Felix plays a flute to mesmerize ghosts, and he dabbles a bit in helping the police solve murders. That sounds a little silly, but this series is dark. Bad shit happens, people die, and crap goes down. Warning: dark.
There's an overarching plot about Felix’s friend who’s been possessed by a demon—partially his fault—that I didn't find very compelling. But each book has a separate, standalone mystery to solve, which are much more fun. The first book takes the trope of a succubus teaming up with the main character and turns it on its head. They don't end up together. I find it very refreshing.
The Charlie Parker Series by John Connolly
If you have some time to spare reading, like a few years, then you might enjoy this series. There are a shit ton of books here—I've actually lost count and don't feel like looking it up, but... it's a lot.
I've saved the darkest for last, too. These books are some dark shit. Read with caution. Think Stephen King meets Hannibal, maybe. There is torture and child death and other equally unsavory stuff. I honestly don't think I could go back and reread the first few books in the series now that I'm a mom. There is some seriously messed up shit here.
Have I scared you away yet? No? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Charlie Parker used to be a cop, but he quit after his wife and daughter were brutally murdered. Now, he's a private detective. Sort of. Or maybe he's a pawn in an ancient war between the divine and the profane. He might see ghosts. Or maybe they're demons. Or angels. This series sees very little distinction between the two. He might be something not quite human.
It is hard for me to describe this entire series. But it basically follows the rest of my recs in consisting of a series of standalone mysteries that advance an overarching plot.
Charlie is dark and dour—he's seen shit that no one should see. And done terrible things. But I find him to be a very interesting character. The series also features a canon gay couple: Angel and Louis. Like Charlie, they are not good people, but maybe righteous people.
I adore this series for the writing (like Stephen King at his best), the world-building, for the glimpses we get into the darkness that exists just under the surface, and of the creatures that lurk there in the honeycomb world.
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