#this is far from being a drabble BUT WHO CARES XD
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If Mingyu’s get Oc’s flu? Will she take care of him? 👀
At this point, homegirl can admit her feelings xD
admit her feelings?? this is a slow burn babes. im going to make everyone suffer /laughs in evil/
JK.... but uh............. alright here's cute oc x mingyu crumbs
COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble – flus (again) and piggies
no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable
[College!Mingyu Masterlist]
It's been days since she last seen him.
Not that she missed him. Definitely not that. No.
Never.
But she did have to admit that the absence of his presence, more importantly his pestering voice... was very evident.
At first, when she had first showed up back at their dorm building after spending nearly a week recovering from the nasty flu she had gotten from her roommate, she didn't pay any mind that Mingyu didn't seem to be lingering by her room.
He usually came by when she went away for a few days, ready to yap her ear off about all the things he had managed to get into whilst she was gone.
Maybe he was busy at the time.
But one day turned into three and there was still no sight of him. Not in the hallways, not in the library – hell, not even on campus.
And it wasn't like he was easy to miss – he towered over all his friends... and almost anyone around him. She can pick him out from a crowd within milliseconds.
Because he's tall.
Not because her eyes are searching for him. Definitely not that either.
Walking down to the end of the hall, Y/n lightly knocked on the wooden door.
"Come in."
Popping her head in, Y/n was ready to crack a joke about her life being much quieter since he hasn't been around; but instead the smile on her face fell.
He wasn't his typical chirpy self.
She was fully expecting him to greet her loudly the second he caught sight of her. Instead, he was under his covers – eyes sunken in, nose red from all the tissues he had use to get rid of his congestion.
"Oh my god, did I get you sick?" She gasped, walking over to his bedside – placing her hand on his forehead. Y/n instantly frowned, feeling the contrast of his body temperature to hers.
Mingyu slowly nodded, reaching into the half empty tissue box on his nightstand to blow his nose.
"I'm so sorry, dude."
"S'all good." He coughed into his elbow.
"I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."
Mingyu cracked a smile. "You missed me, huh?"
"Eh, a little." She shrugged.
The smile on his lips grew larger. "You missed me!?"
"Let's not get too crazy now." Y/n laughed softly, motioning for him to move his legs – taking a seat in the now available space at the foot of his bed. "Didn't realize how quiet my life was when you're not around. The silence was almost deafening."
"Aw."
"That wasn't supposed to be cute."
"I'll take it.'' He smiled.
"You craving anything?" She asked, scrolling through her phone.
"Health."
"I meant food," Y/n flashed him her screen that was opened up to the food delivery app. "Least I could do is get you dinner."
"Are you trying to woo me, Y/n?" He teased.
Typically, she would be rolling her eyes at him. But somehow, the action never came – simply letting out another laugh instead.
He was definitely growing on her.
"I'm trying to make up for getting you sick."
"Make it up by hanging out with me this weekend."
The two had yet to actually do anything outside of their school campuses – mostly because they were far too busy with their own friend groups, studies, and lives. Mingyu had made a handful of attempts to make plans with her, but all were sadly declined due to prior commitments and plans.
He found the perfect opportunity.
"You're literally a walking virus right now."
"Okay, next weekend."
"Maybe."
"I'll pay." He added.
"Are you trying to woo me, Mingyu?" Y/n narrowed her eyes, asking playfully.
"Are you being woo'd?" Mingyu matched her tone.
"Maybe."
Maybe?
Maybe?!?!
Mingyu had gotten accustomed to her no's and waving off all and any attempts of flirting, he couldn't help but be taken back by the sudden change of answer – blinking quickly as he tried to process the word that had left her lips.
"Maybe?"
"Do you not want me to be?" She asked slowly.
"No I do, just– you never played along before."
Y/n shrugged. "You're sick, I'll give in this one time."
"Will you also give in to possibly spending the rest of your day keeping me company?"
He was pushing his luck, but considering she was being far more pleasant than her usual playful catty attitude – he was going to push all the luck he could find.
"Only if you let me order you food."
Mingyu handed her one of the pillows next to him. "Make yourself comfortable."
Kicking off her Uggs, Y/n happily extended her leg out in front of her as she went back to ordering the promised meal – not bothering to scold Mingyu as he began playing with the loose threads at the hem of her sweatpants.
"I got you Pho."
"Sounds good." He hummed, sinking deeper into the mattress.
Y/n took this as a sign to settle in as well, taking the pillow he had given her and placing it behind her back. "Did you miss all your classes this week?"
"Yeah. I did some wor– Your toes are cold!" He cried once her feet made contact with his upper arm, moving away from her.
Wiggling her toes, Y/n let out a loud laugh. "These piggies?"
"Gross!" Mingyu laughed, pushing them away.
"Gross? I thought you liked me!"
She was joking. She didn't know if he actually did have feelings for her – it had been such a long running joke, what was the harm of playing along?
"I thought so too!"
He was joking as well. He found it cute.
He found every part of her cute.
From the way her nose scrunched when she laughed, to the way she always painted her toes orange because she claimed it looked like little Cheetos. Mingyu was completely and utterly in love with the girl.
He watched as she settled down from the laughter, humming as she scrolled through her phone – completely unfazed by his gaze.
Oh he was down so bad.
"Hey," He tapped her leg, catching her attention. "I do– I– hm... I was joking."
"About?"
"I do."
"What?" Tilting her head to the side.
God, she was adorable.
"Never mind." He shook his head. He'll have to try another time – when he wasn't sick and able put together an actual, coherent sentence. "Wake me up when the food gets here, yeah?"
"Sleep tight, piggy."
"Are you calling me a toe?"
"A cute toe."
"A toe." He deadpanned.
"A cute toe!" She pushed.
Mingyu chuckled, knowing that there was no winning.
It wasn't like he cared anyways.
She could tell him that he looked like a chewed gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe, and he would take it.
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Hi muffin just read the 'Dimitrescu sisters falling for reader but being too Worried of scaring you to engage with you' drabble and was hoping that you might continue it with the s/o not being scared and actively trying to engage with them. But like fluffy rather than angsty. Maybe with the s/o having to do the leg work for a relationship instead of the sisters. Weird anon
Absolutely, it’s a pleasure! :) had to pull this one to the front while the ref. post is still fresh XD the post referenced can be found here
Let’s get into it! :)
Masterlists
Bela
As days grow into weeks and you keep up your little notes of recommendations, you notice multiple things
1), Bela does read them. Each and every recommendation
2), she has left you ones of her own in the form of the top book on the pile that is to be set back to the shelf
3), she seems to be avoiding you
And she is. Bela can’t help but think: will you flee should she attempt contact?
So far yet, Bela has considered you entirely unsuspecting to her adoration towards you
This is proven wrong one day, however
She flies back to her room as she usually does, aware you’ve long finished cleaning it
Like normal, she snatches the little slip of paper left on her desk, her back hitting the bed as she reads it, expecting another recommendation
But this time, it reads something entirely new
“Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture”
Her breath hitches. She knows the quote, and searches her entire bookshelf until she finds the book it is from
Maybe you invented a new game? Maybe now she has to search for the quotes?
Still, she can’t help but hope, dream you mean her
The next day, a new quote awaits her on the slip of paper. This time however, it is left on the dining table for her to find
She is the first to arrive, thankful her sisters can’t spot her blush when she reads the note
“I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world”
Bela suddenly feels your eyes on her, her blonde hair whipping in the air as she realises she is alone with you
It’s another good two or three minutes until her family will join her at the dinner table
No other maiden is here, merely you
Bela gulps as you walk towards her, her eyes nervously flashing to the side.
Will you call her out on her notes? Will you be upset?
No, neither
She gasps and blushes like a damn maiden herself when you’re in front of her and, upon attempting to take a step back, the back of her thighs hit the table
She nearly stumbles, her cheeks burning bright pink as your hands shoot to her hip and arm to steady her
You’re entirely too close for her to hope to conceal her attraction to you
“Careful, Milady. We wouldn’t want you to fall”, you speak
She’s never actually heard you talk and she finds, she is in love with your voice too
Bela can’t help but chuckle at your words. Your concern is a little late, for she has fallen, so hard, for you
She notices, you’re not letting go of her hip, and your hand slides up her arm and cups her warm cheek
She feels, for the first time in her reborn life, like a deer in the headlights. She can’t even breathe, only stare wide eyed at you
You don’t think she’s a monster? Impossible
“You have beautiful eyes, Lady Bela”, you admit. She instinctively closes them, her head attempting to turn and failing to do so with your hand on her cheek
If it wasn’t for her adamant blush and shaky breaths, you would be worried you understood her notes and glances all wrong
When Bela does look at you again, you’re impossibly close
Your breath tickles her lips
“You’re…unique. I can’t help but feel drawn towards you”, you whisper, and you’re honest with your words
There isn’t much you know of her yet, but her room has told you a few things
Such as her taste in books, mostly literature, a few romance books hidden away in the corners. Her little secret, it seems
She’s extremely neat and organised, all has a proper place in her room, and a proper pattern she follows
She loves lavender. There’s multiple lavender scented things- candles, soaps, perfumes, pillows- in her room
You wonder if this is to cover up the smell of blood she carries with her
Something you now come to realise about her?
Bela is adorably shy
The poor thing is so focused on her work at all times, she has little idea how to act around someone she likes and shows interest in her
Bela gasps when you raise your hand, your sleeve caught between your thumb and index fingertip as you brush it along her bloodied lips
Her eyes closed again, contentedly. She wishes her family will take their sweet time. She doesn’t want this moment to end
“I believe, you have me wrapped around your finger, my beautiful Bela”, you whisper boldly
She watches you lean in slowly, her hands gripping the table edge as she leans forwards, so eager to taste your lips with hers
With a hum, this wish is granted, and your hand on her cheek merely keeps her against you as you share a loving kiss
Cassandra
Despite what she thinks, you are not at all oblivious to her presence
How could you be, when she is there constantly as you work?
Not that you mind. You enjoy her company greatly, even if she is quiet and stays distant
It’s nice not to be alone, while not having to worry about fixing an awkward silence
Cassandra’s lounging spot, right above you and near the warm heat rising from the furnace, is poorly hidden if only one looks up
However, you don’t allow her to notice you spotting her yet. You know, this would make her leave
After all, she’s far too adorable, leaning against her palm as she watches, almost dreamily, all day every day
You find yourself intrigued and attracted fast
It’s no surprise, really. A blind woman could tell Cassandra is beautiful
You don’t know much of her personality, only what she lets on by what she commissions
You find fast, Cassandra knows her weapons
She prefers fast ones, and swords
She enjoys swords greatly, yet rather to look at than use. The times you’ve- admittedly- let your eyes linger on her in the distance whenever she is seen dragging new prey in the castle, she’s never had a sword attached to her side
Daggers, and her signature weapon- a sickle
Cassandra is described as brutal and dangerous, and it intrigues you
You can’t help but to like the thought of this dangerous and sadistic, “monstrous” (although you can’t see her this way, even when you are not blind to what she does to the staff), and bloodthirsty woman becoming this flustered, tamed, dreamy woman around you
Sometimes, you turn your head upwards a little, just to see her quickly turn into her swarm
It’s adorable to fluster her. She’s adorable, you settle on
You begin attempting to court her, using gifts and additions to her commissions she seems to like on her weapons, even metallic hearts, which she seems to be a big fan of!
Never does she leave a gift of yours untouched or denied
Yet, she seems oblivious to it all, to the implications behind them
You don’t blame her. You wonder, has anybody ever tried courting her?
You don’t mind upping your efforts- you’ll just need to try harder
Cassandra feels painfully flustered at the many hearts she receives. It’s her favorite thing, really!
In a way, she hopes: is this for her? To show you like her?
To show you accept her?
She is a predator
She is sadistic
She does enjoy gore and killing and the screams of her victims
She is a monster in every way
Could you possibly love her despite all of this?
With all of this?
Cassandra finds something strange at her door next- a beautiful, silver crown
She blushes at the small realisation- you know she prefers silver rather than gold…she has never asked for a gold weapon, she supposes. Always iron or silver
A crown, though?
She doesn’t understand. What is she supposed to do with a crown?
As she lifts it from the floor, she realizes the small letters carved in italic at the inner side of the crown, where only she could see them
“A crown fit for a queen”
She curses at herself for blushing like a damn maiden and smiling wide and foolishly like Daniela
She isn’t supposed to like such stuff! She isn’t supposed to want your arms around her, nor to be held and fight alongside you…
Yet, she can’t help but put the crown on her head, unsure as she stands in front of a lengthy mirror
She looks…pretty. She likes it, she decides
It’ll be her own little secret. Mother doesn’t have to know about it
Bela doesn’t
Daniela definitely can’t know about this
Cassandra is once again lounging on her favourite spot when she sees you craft something rather unusual:
A sword, a beautiful one at that
With the Dimitrescu sigil embedded in it, a yellow gemstone at the bottom of the rich, leather handle, and small hearts adorning it
She can’t help but lean a little closer. She’s so curious
What masterpiece have you crafted now?
This is, when Cassandra leans a little too far down and forwards in her eagerness to see
With a loud shriek and a mess of flies around her, she falls, right through the warm steam that forbids swarming, and into your muscular arms
She’s blushing and gasping, caught bridal style and held in a way she has never been before
“Good day, Lady Cassandra”, you can’t help but blurt out, the sword held in your hand as you steady her in your arms
In return, you merely receive adorably wide, golden eyes, even with her lazy eye, and parted lips you yearn to taste
You know, you must use this opportunity to act before she is off again
Her gasp is once again swallowed by your lips when you push them against hers quickly, merely pecking them before she swarms away, bumping first into the pillar, then brokenly swarming out the door
Daniela
She sighs dreamily as she watches, every day, until you’re done with your work in the garden for the day
Sometimes she does this from the safety of her room, so far up and away you have no chance of seeing her
At other times, she watches from the library
The view is better there, and the room feels cosier
More alive
Less lonely
Of course, you notice her
You notice the longing glances that go your way, belonging to the the beautiful creature sitting at the library’s window
She looks so lonely, so sad and dreamy, yet so captivating, so beautiful and stunning
Her reputation is the one of a siren, luring people in and slaughtering them. A monster. A villain. The worst of the bunch
But, you see past such lies
You see the woman yearning for attention and love
The dreamy glances, the gloved, petite fingertips that rest gently against the cold window
It’s as if she is reaching for you, only when her mind is distracted enough and she cannot stop herself from doing it
She’s desperate for touch. For love. You want nothing but to give her both unconditionally
Sweet Daniela Dimitrescu has you wrapped around her fingers before you even interact with her once
You notice her stares, see her eying the flowers outside
You don’t understand why she won’t visit you outside. Why she won’t pluck the flowers she so dearly seems to want
Very well- if she won’t take one for herself, you will simply deliver them for her, you decide
You bring her ones, and smile when you see the enthusiastic smile on her face in return
It’s as if her smile brights up not only her face, but the entire room
She tends to them, and folds them into a flower crown as she sits at the window, too occupied to notice it is now you who cannot take your eyes off her
When she sets the crown on her head, you nearly accidentally push the shovel into your boot instead of the dirty ground
She’s beautiful
Yet, all too soon, the flowers die in the warm castle, and her expression turns sad
You find out, it’s an expression you don’t want to see on her face. It has no place on it at all
You quickly come up with a plan to change her frown, and it works!
Daniela adores the paper flowers left for her. She turns them into a bouquet, and all too eagerly carries them with her
One day, she sits at the window seat at the library yet again, tracing the snowflake as it turns into a drop of icy water than runs down the glass
She jumps upon seeing you in front of her, your fingertip pressing against hers with only the glass separating you two
Daniela blushes at this
Could it be?
She drags her fingertip down, her breath held
But, you follow, and yet again yet it where hers is
She beams at you. You understand!
She watches with wide, golden eyes as you breathe on the glass, turning about a third of it foggy
You adore the giggle that is pulled from her cherry lips when you trace a flower in the foggy area with your gloved finger
Daniela grins widely, repeating your action at the bottom part of the window
She traces a heart there, with a small smiley drawn inside
You adore her mind
Daniela groans as she hears you being called over to continue your work, a small pout back on her lips
Why must she be so adorable?, you wonder
Yet, her pouty expression is quickly replaced with a flustered one when you wink at her and blow her a kiss before you leave to continue your work
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"Shame on me" with Shane please 😝
Also, thanks for sending one in for me! I'll see what I can do 😁
Sooo this was actually for 5 sentences from an imaginary fic thingy, but it's been so long since I got this message that I kinda felt obliged to write something a little more than that, you know, as a compensation :') I ended up with this silly horny 400-something words drabble, and it's far from being perfect because I haven't written anything for almost 6 months (I think it's the longest break I had since I started writing in 2018). But I'm surprised I managed to actually write something, like omg! I still can do it (kinda xD) Maybe inspiring reels from Amaya's insta helped, idk xDDD
So yeah, uh... Here we go :') Warnings: semi-public sex (not super graphic, but still)
That's it *runs away*
“Ah!.. Easy there, Walsh!..” you hiss as the man thrusts his hips into you with a particularly loud moan.
You’re in a storage room of the tiny corner shop where you work. Your back pressed against the rugged surface of the wall, the skirt of your dress shamelessly hiked up. Shane’s lips on the side of your neck, his nails digging into the flesh of your thigh.
It wasn’t your plan. Probably it wasn’t his exact plan either, but here you both are, impatient like a couple of horny teenagers. You haven’t seen each other for a whole month. So far it’s the longest time you’ve been apart, and turns out you missed each other way more than you expected.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he huffs against the shell of your ear. “You think she doesn’t know what we’re doin’ here, huh?”
Shane talks about your colleague, and of course he’s right. You actually don’t worry about her very much - you trust each other. Normally it’s you who covers her all the time when she needs to leave earlier for another tinder date or something like that, so it's only fair she's covering you right now. But still…
“Course she f-fucking knows,” you hiss breathlessly. “But… The customers don't…”
“Nah, no one hears us, relax.”
You want to say something in reply, but can't help letting out a soft whine and instantly bite your lip as Shane hits exactly the right spot.
“Shh, shh, that's it baby, I know you're close, c'mon, give it to me,” he murmurs in between the thrusts, picking up the pace, his lips capturing yours just in time to muffle another moan when you feel the knot inside you is about to burst. It hits you like a lightning strike, a warm wave of pure bliss washing all over you, making your back arch and your toes curl. Shane buries his face into the crease of your neck, breath hot and ragged, as he finally lets himself go as well.
The two of you are so blissed-out that you lose your balance for a moment.
“Ah, shit!” Shane groans as he bumps into a shelf stand and something falls from it with a loud thud. You both freeze in place when you hear your colleague knocking on the door.
“Ughhh, now they definitely heard us,” you mutter under your breath.
“Who cares?” he shrugs, trying to catch your lips with his once again.
“I care, actually. I mean… technically I can get fired for that. All because of you, idiot!”
“Well shit,” Shane chuckles before ducking his head to playfully bite on your exposed collarbone. “Shame on me, I guess.”
#lucy tries to write#twd fanfiction#shane walsh x reader#drabble#jon bernthal fanfiction#shane on me
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Small things small things!! Slow burn it's always so many small things!
General things:
Like does y/n trusts Moon and Sun immediately because they're their caretakers or y/n is a little wary about them? Same question about Moon and Sun, what is their impression? What makes them change their impression if it was not the best?
Is y/n their first patient?
Will we see other patients? Some crazy funny rich people? XDD
Does Vanessa(or William) use bots for the same bloody things as in fnaf? Like, making them clean up everything, or do the dirty work... You know, in hospital it's much more easily to explain blood on the floor. But animatronics know. And Sun & Moon are afraid that one day it can be y/n's turn?
What IF boys already had a lot of patients but every time their memories are erased so they can concentrate only on their new patient, without any triggers of their past experience?
Sweet things:
What if y/n has cold hands? If so, boys can have a little gesture to try to heat them up every time they can.
y/n doesn't like the food and even if boys are against them eating something unhealthy they still sometimes steal for them, something not so unhealthy but something that y/n likes. Like feeding the cat under the table bhaha
Them having a little "sleepover" together, it's not allowed but who tf cares, Moon reading spooky stories about hospitals, Sun cracking jokes or making some "magic" tricks idk about it haha
Boys being extremely careful with y/n like they're made of glass and y/n acting like they're made of iron XD
Angst/bonding things haha oops:
(cliché one<3) y/n feeling especially unwell, they feel cold, trembling. They try to stand up from their bed, squirming, almost crying, trying to do at least something to feel better and even tho bots try to keep them in place, it doesn't work until y/n just leans on one of them, and surprisingly it helps, they don't try to escape anymore but now dca needs to, apparently stay like this for hours.
What if previous hospital was incredibly terrible sometimes? Like the staff being absolutely indifferent, sometimes scratching skin while taking blood or leaving bruises and so y/n is wary about every move that Sun & Moon do? It worries them a little, making them more aware of their movements as well but after a while y/n sees that they're careful and starts to trust them with it without hesitation?
Y/N can't sleep thinking about their death and shares their thoughts with one of the boys and as much as boys want to say "no, it's not true, you will be okay, everything will be okay" they just... Don't want to lie.(hahaha oh uh oops)
Y/N having a small depressing period about their previous life, before of all of these endless procedures, needles, meds and instructions from nurses. They say that they're so fed up of being locked in here, not realising that boys were locked up from their first day?
What if boys don't know what exactly happened with y/n? Like they know about their injuries but they don't know what caused it and y/n doesn't want to talk about it bc the experience was traumatic?
Y/N needs immediate help from any of the doctors but the second they are brought to the operating room doctors command boys to leave? So they just anxiously make circles near the operating room waiting, afraid that they won't make it
Teasing dialogues, dark humour about death that in the end turns into uhh something even more darker?-
"You look like a deadman"
"You're not far away from truth"
"Wait what"
-Kinda way
I don't know what you have planned for William and Vanessa but boys aren't allowed into some places, like they physically programmed not to go in there but y/n isn't so they go there, have some trouble while Sun & Mon just panic hearing their pleads for help and understanding that they just physically cannot do it?
It's more of an idea for a drabble but y/n starting to make 1000 origami cranes(if you know you know)
Sun & Moon having conflicted feelings about allowing themselves to actually be affectionate to y/n because if they attach their possible death will be x1000 times more painful
Sorry for so big "question" and sorry if it's in someway annoying, I really like this au X'D
OH BOY WAIT, I NEED TO SIT DOWN AND THINK TO ANSWER ALL THAT- OK
I'm gonna aswer under the cut 'cause I don't want to fill all your feed with my ramblings.
Anyway don’t worry! I like when people ask things about my ideas and it helps me focus on some points that I neglected! Thank you for asking!
first of all the general things!
I don't remember if I wrote this in another post but y/n decided to change hospital precisely because the staff of his previous hospital were inappropriate, cold and insensitive.
Not only were they not delicate in any of their activities but the hospital was even overcrowded and y/n had to stay in a room with other 3 people, and 2 of them happened to die in front of y/n for complications linked to hospital viruses. Imagine how traumatizing it must have been for them to just wake up and find out that your roommate, who you may have spoken to a few hours earlier, was dying in front of your eyes and you couldn't do anything but shout for help. Now imagine it happening two times in less than a week. That and the constant paranoia to be the next even if they weren't really ill pushed y/n to change hospital. And to lower the odds that such a thing could happen again they choose the most luxurious private hospital they could get.
They didn't know at the time that they had contracted a similar virus as the ones who died in front of them and they had a panic attack when the new doctors told them.
Hospital viruses are not lethal if treated properly and if the patient is healthy and didn't have previous health complications when they contracted it. But y/n had a pretty significant and recent trauma so that's why the doctors at Faz Co told them to change "plan" and switch to the "premium silver pack" which had an emotional caretaker included.
Now now, about your first question, y/n has no reason not to trust Sun and Moon. They were assured that the animatronics couldn't proceed with any medical treatment so no fear about their touch. They are just a little skeptical because they have never seen such sentient robots and because they are essentially strangers.
Sun and Moon's first impression of y/n was similar. They are a new patient, nothing less and nothing more. It's not like y/n is a super model or special for them at the beginning. They were just another patient who needed their care and a new person they had the possibility to know before they inevitably had to leave them.
The fact that made y/n special is the time they spent together and the memories they created in the meanwhile.
And nope! Y/n isn't their first patient! They had many people they took care of before them.
Some of their previous patients are still alive and well, never to be seen again after they went away from the hospital and they understand why they won't return willingly. Some others unfortunately passed away during their stay and, even if it's never easy, they have learned to accept that as well. They are caretakers in a hospital, they had to.
About other patients, I was thinking of adding some crazy and lunatic rich old woman or man to the story. Something like your typical grandpa/grandma who always talks about their golden age or something similar. It would be funny.
About the use of the animatronics for shady things, they weren't used to take care or clean up the scene in the canon and violent fnaf style.
Before William's death, the previous animatronics didn't have a medical database and access to the patients files so they had to trust what the doctors (and William) said to them. They were used by William to administer poison or other things to the patients without leaving a trace. And if someone noticed it he could just decommission the animatronic in charge at the time and call it a malfunction. No one would ever think it was the genius doctor's fault. But after William's death and the public scandal, Micheal decided to download medical knowledge in their animatronics but to revoke their permission to administer anything to avoid problems and to calm public opinion.
If an animatronic were caught bypassing the rule in some way, they are decommissioned.
Sun and Moon remember every patient they had. Memories, good or bad, are still what makes them the animatronic they are now and to just erase the memories of the people they met (either if they are still alive or if they are deceased) doesn't feel right to them.
NOW SWEET THINGS!
A lot of what you wrote is actually really on point and already in my list of cute things they can do. I won't spoil anything but I'm writing a little shenanigans with food as the main subject (the comic with the whopper is a scene I'm planning to write lol). The "feeding the cat under the table" metaphor is actually a Sun thing! Moon is similar but in a more "do it yourself" way.
"Boys being extremely careful with y/n like they're made of glass and y/n acting like they're made of iron XD" THAT'S THE PLOT. THAT'S THEIR RELATIONSHIP. like:
y/n: yo guys *coughs up blood*
S&M: Y/N YOU OK?????
y/n: yeah, just some allergy thing I think.
Angst/bonding things:
The clichè one is just you reading my mind. And the funny thing is that you are not even the first hahaha. But, hehe, even if it's really similar to the clichè one, the actual episode will be a little bit more dramatic.
I already wrote something about the old hospital and y/n traumas at the beginning but, yeah. Y/n would be sensitive to others' touch at the beginning but they gradually understand that this is a private hospital they are paying big money to stay in, the staff MUST be careful with their patients. And they seem like good people.
That doesn't mean they won't have nightmares about dying like their roommates in the other hospital. And at the beginning Sun and Moon are sure it won't happen. Y/n is young and healthy and they are just recovering from a normal hospital virus and some broken bones so they are not lying when they tell y/n they'll be alright.
When y/n has nightmares about their assault that's another thing. At the beginning they just waited for y/n to be confortable enough with them to explain and then they treated the argument like a normal person would. "Nobody will hurt you here", "you are safe" and they recommend y/n to take some self defense courses when they leave the hospital.
As more time passes their emotions about y/n nightmares are going to change, especially when they contract the unknown disease.
Black humor is a big no no to Sun and not really appreciated by Moon. As medical bots they had to do with the subjects of the jokes a lot and they don't find them really funny.
The boys can go anywhere inside the hospital perimeter, they just won't go in some places because they have no need.
1000 origami cranes hhhhhhhh, it would be just a SHAME if y/n managed to make just 999, uh?
lmao no, they are going to finish them all don't worry. It's actually a cute activity though.
I can imagine Sun bringing a ton of sheets after an especially depressing day/night for y/n and just helping them fold the cranes. They are both really stubborn and they would try to finish all 1000 in a day ending up exhausted. At least that night y/n would be too tired to have nightmares.
Sun and Moon having conflicted feelings about y/n and their situation? Yes.
I think I answered everything? If not I'm sorry hhhh
Anyway don’t worry! I like when people ask things about my ideas and it helps me focus on some points that I forgot about! Thank you for asking!
#this entire ask is going directly in my notes for safe keeping#thank you for asking!#I spent two hours thinking and writing the answer so I really hope it's all clear hhhhhh#some points are a little less detailed because I don't wanna spoil everything#like vanessa's role in the story#hospitalized au#sun/moon x reader
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Can we get a Drabble of someone heavily flirting with MC (with MC being stupidly oblivious) when Aariz and Dalia finally take notice (during the beginning of the poly).
Here you go, anon! This was fun to write XD
The woman appears out of the corner of Aariz's eye as he leans against the far side of the wall, seeking refuge from the blazing heat of the day. The sun is unkind today and Aariz thinks sourly that if the gods do exist, he will kill the bastard who has invoked Yel's wrath.
Dalia stands beside him in the shade, her eyes fluttering as she tries to stay alert. He can't help but find the sight endearing, and the thought sends heat to his cheeks. He finds everything about her endearing, nowadays, in a twist of fate that makes his stomach flip.
Then, there -- movement. Aariz's eyes flick to the woman who walks toward you, clad in fine silks and draped in decadent jewelry. She's approaching you swiftly, a fan raised to her face as she twirls a parasol in her other hand. Aariz raises an eyebrow, but she doesn't look threatening and he trusts in your ability besides.
"Hello, Madam," you say, "can I help you?"
A smile works its way across her face and there is something beneath it that sets Aariz on edge. Dalia shifts a little.
"It is a beautiful day, is it not?" she asks in return, not bothering to answer your question. You nod and her smile grows sultry. "Though not half as dazzling as you, I must say."
Aariz stiffens at once. Beside him, Dalia's entire body goes tense. You smile at the woman, bemused. "Thank you, ma'am," you say, "I don't know what I've done to earn the compliment, but I'll take it."
"Do you truly not know?" The woman blinks. "My dear, you are a marvel."
And that is when fury, bright and pulsing, lances through Aariz's body. He pushes himself off of the wall, feels Dalia make a similar movement. He glances at her and sees the grim set of her mouth, the glittering of malice in her eyes.
No one should dare to talk to you as the woman is, no one but Aariz himself and, he admits, perfect, lovely, dangerous Dalia. The three of you have yet to talk about what this is, but he knows one thing: he will not sit here and let someone else intrude upon it. He would never give up on you without a fight.
The woman goes to stroke your face and you allow her with a puzzled frown that makes some of Aariz's anger fade to exasperation. How are you such a fool, sometimes?
Dalia's hand catches her wrist before her skin can meet yours. She grips it tightly, and the woman lets out a startled huff of breath. "Keep your hands off them," she says cooly, "it's rude to touch people without permission, you know."
Then she lets the woman go and she's running off, her face pale.
"Dalia," you cry, "what are you doing?"
Aariz wraps a possessive arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer until he can feel your body heat through your clothes. The sun be damned, this is more important.
"Don't worry about it," he tells you lazily. "Dalia was just taking care of a pesky little problem.
Their eyes meet and the corner of Dalia's mouth twitches upwards. Aariz beams back.
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Another drabble that ended up having nothing to do with the word prompt but the point is to write and I did xD
Another jump around in time with teenage Daniel, who is sick and being stubborn about it
Gargantuan
Daniel was sick.
His stomach ached, his head ached, his mouth felt all fuzzy, tears kept prickling at his eyes, not even from the pain just from how off he felt. He was hot, but also so cold that he was wearing his thickest pajamas with his wooliest socks and a beanie pulled down over his ears and eyes, sandwiched under three blankets for good measure.
Man, he really wanted a sandwich right now, a toasted cheese and ham sandwich with a gargantuan bowl of soup. Of course eating would require sitting up and he really wasn't sure he could do that just now.
He wasn't sure he could keep anything down right now either.
He wished his mom was here.
Being sick was never fun but being sick when you were by yourself was the worst.
But he'd be sick three times over before he pulled her away from her trip with Rose. She went out for herself so rarely and she'd been really looking forward to it. It was just rotten luck Daniel had gotten this stupid bug two days after she'd left. He didn't want her to turn right around and come back to take care of him and he knew she would too.
At least his mom had always been a bigger texter than caller, that way she couldn't hear his coughs when she sent him pictures and updates of all the places she and Rose were seeing. She looked so happy too.
No Daniel wanted her to have this, and he was sixteen, almost seventeen after all. He could handle a stupid bug for a few days. It was summer break and he didn't have anywhere else to be or anything else to do. He could just rest and relax and let his mom do the same.
Well, he could try to rest anyway. He hadn't had much luck so far.
Normally he didn't have any trouble slipping into the Dreaming. In fact sometimes it was too easy, he'd gotten in trouble more then once for falling asleep in class. But for the last day, try as he might, he just couldn't seem to fall into anything more than a light doze that always broke too soon.
He really really wanted to sleep. Not just for the aid it would give to his body's recovery but because in the Dreaming he would be able to escape from the pain for at least a few hours.
And he missed his friends there, and Dream.
He really wished Dream were here too.
"Daniel"
Daniel peeked out from under his beanie, and could just make out a pair of pale hands touching the edge of his bed. In a moment the hands were slipping the beanie off of his head and carding through his sweat matted hair as Dream's dark blue eyes of the Waking World looked down on him with concern.
"Daniel Hall, you are ill, why did you not summon me earlier?"
"Didn't want to worry you" Daniel murmured, closing his eyes and focusing on how good Dream's cool hand felt against his forehead.
"I was worried already when you did not appear in the Dreaming last night. I was worried you had indulged in too much caffeine once again."
Daniel's attempt at a laugh turned into a hacking cough, which only deepened Dream's look of concern.
"You should not be alone while you are ill. Your mother I know is with Rose Walker, but is there no one here to care for you?"
"Ah Dream I'm a teenager now not a kid, I can ha--" another cough cut him off, and the pink that rose to Daniel's cheeks had nothing to do with his fever--"Handle it" he finished lamely.
Dream raised an eyebrow.
"Please, I'm fine. I just want to sleep." Daniel said, almost a plea, he was so tired, so ready to forget about being ill for at least a while. "Can't you just put me to sleep please? I'll be loads better after that I know I will."
Dream said nothing for a moment. Finally he started to move as though to pick Daniel up, saying;
"You shouldn't be alone. I can send your mind into the Dreaming but your Waking body needs tending as well to ensure you don't worsen. I could take you with me through the Dreaming out into Hob's--"
"Oh gosh please don't," Daniel cut him off with a groan, "I don't think I could make it across to the kitchen right now, let alone the Atlantic, not unless you want me to throw up across half a dozen dreams and your cape."
"...That would not be preferable, no." Dream admitted.
"But still, I cannot in good conscience leave you here alone"
"I don't want to inconvenience you," Daniel began, his face flushing again from the thought of pulling Dream away from his responsibilities. "You have your work and--"
Dream looked down at him then, and there was a look in his eyes that Daniel had never seen before.
"Daniel, of the many things you have and have yet to inherit from me, please do not inherit my… stubbornness."
Dream's voice was low, even more so than usual as he spoke, and Daniel felt a shiver run through him that had nothing to do with his illness.
"It is no shame to ask for aid when you need it, do not let yourself suffer unnecessarily out of a sense of duty. If you would not leave another in your state, do not leave yourself in it either."
Daniel ducked his head to hide the tears that were prickling at his eyes again. He knew Dream was right, and honestly--he really was so glad Dream was here. But still…
"Please don't call Mom though, ok?"
Dream sighed, sitting down beside Daniel and carding through his hair again. "I will not alert her unless you begin to worsen."
Daniel opened his mouth to thank him but Dream hushed him, adding "And I will be staying here to insure you do not worsen"
"But the Dreaming--"
"The Dreaming will not fall apart within the space of three days, which I assume will be sufficient time to monitor the state of your health. And besides, I will need to ensure you get the proper amount of rest to help heal your physical body, and so will be returning with you each time you enter the Dreaming."
A faint smile graced Dream's lips as he asked "Does that ease your worries?"
Daniel smiled faintly back, and nodded.
"Then sleep Daniel Hall, sleep and begin to heal. I will be here when you wake."
And finally, blissfully, Daniel felt himself being pulled under and into the Dreaming. It happened so fast he barely had time to whisper a "Thanks Dad" before he was gone, falling into a warm dream, full of sandwiches and free from even the memory of pain.
#my writing#endless heirs au#dream of the endless#morpheus#daniel hall#lyta hall#rose walker#hob gadling#dreamling#the sandman#the sandman spoilers#sandman au#sick fic#hurt/comfort
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Friend of a friend~ Changbin drabble
❖ Stray kids, Changmin x gender neutral reader
❖ Fluff, Drabble
❖ Tw: Small Injury
❖ wc:723
❖ @atiny-piratequeen @atiny-dazzlinglight @kimnamshiks ❖ Masterlist ❖
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I have no idea what started this XD
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“A B C D-” As Han, Felix and Jisung saw who could shout over the others loudest, Chan slipped away. Intent on finishing his discussion with the manager before lunch break finished, the leader left knowing that while chaotic the members could handle themselves just fine. Besides you were there, which meant a certain someone was on his best, if noisiest behavior. Chan knew should you need to corral the boys for even a moment he would be by your side in a snap helping to gather or reign them in.
And seeing how he was glued to your side as you cleaned up after them, and was even fusing to try and beat you to clean up, there truly was nothing to worry about. Being Lee Knows best friend has brought you to meet each of the members one after the other, some on purpose, some by accident. However amusing as it was, there was one person who, even after years of hearing of you from Lee Know and the others had only met you within the last few months when they were all quarantined and you came as a special favor to quarantine with them and be their maid, chef, and caretaker. Paid for of course by JYP, it had just become a habit to have you around. Upon seeing the positive effect your presence had upon the members they were hiring you on a trial basis as counselor and emotional supporter. You still did chores, and the like to help care for them, but you didn’t wash their underwear anymore, unless you felt like being generous.
However from day one of that quarantine, the others had noticed something. The loud, ravenous muscle headed, strong young man had become relatively quieter and softly do eyed and bashful. It was clear as day, even to a unhappy Lee Know, that the Seo Changbin was smitten on you. Once quarantine was over, and the puppy was allowed out to interact with you more fully he was never far from you. A room down the hall from the dorm had been prepared for you, and it had been Changbin who had nearly knocked Lee Know down to run forward and be the first to offer help moving you into your new home. Of course he had received several death threats and a kick to the ass but from the elder but nothing could wipe his smile away when you thanked him.
Now as he raced to be productive and assist you despite your insistence he rest, Lee Know was resigned to wait until the dumb rapper confessed to you. There was another less likely possibility you finally believed his words and warnings that Changbin was not just being kind to you, god if only you knew all the sappy things he said when you were out of ear shot. Or how he waxed poetically during song writing without saying your name, trying to play innocent and oblivious despite all of them knowing it was you he was alluding too. However as you straightened up and stood too quickly banging your head on speaker, Lee Know wondered if that time was really as far off as Chris kept telling him it was. Moving to go check on you himself, Lee Know smiled, Changbin had brought you immediately into his arms. The loud rapper was carefully cradling your head to his chest, concern written in his every fiber.
His once fears of your becoming a couple were almost gone now, even he could see Changbin would take care of you in a way he had thought impossible. Though he was worried that he’d walk in on you two kissing now which was weird, seeing as you were like his sibling and Changbin his younger brother-but standing there as even the younger members abandoned their tiktok making to check on you, he smiled. To be honest seeing how softly Changbin was holding you, how you had your hands on his hips to steady yourself, blushing as you used his frame to hide from your embarrassment warmed his heart. He’d never admit it, but he thought you two would make an adorable couple. Perhaps, if he just nudged Changbin you might accidentally kiss…but for now he’d give the pig headed member a little longer to win you over.
#kwritersworldnet#kdiarynet#stray kids x you#stray kids reader insert#stray kids imagines#stray kids#ChangBin#stray kids changbin#changbin x gender neutral reader#changbin x reader#changbin drabble#changbin x reader insert#changbin x reader drabble#Stray kids x gender neutral reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids gender neutral timestamp#skz#changbin skz#skz x reader#kpop writing#stray kids fluff#stray kids x reader fluff#stray kids x gender neutral reader fluff#stray kids x gender neutral reader imagine#skz changbin#skz changbin x reader#skz changbin x gender neutral reader#kpop fluff#changbin fluff#changbin fluff drabble
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Okay folks here’s a smutty/angsty drabble for My Heart, My Body, My Soul. Which I am to include in the main story (maybe a few changes here and there) so beware for this has spoilers. If you follow me though then you already know I spoil a lot of of my stories xD
Anyways...enjoy!
Adrian’s moans reached Aemond’s ears from where he was happily feasting. His lovely wife’s moans sounded so sweet and broken. By now she was soaking, coating the majority of his face and their bed despite not having peaked yet.
Having done this before Aemond knew by heart when his wife reached true euphoria. She was so close, only needing a few more of his licks and kisses before rewarding him with her release.
Adrian kept her eyes tightly closed, not wanting to see who was causing her to feel so much pleasure. It was why she refused to hold onto him, no matter how much he kept trying to grab her hand or have her grip his silver locks. She went against that, fisting the furs on the bed. As if not holding him or looking down at him would make her feel less awful.
Her self-hatred was momentarily forgotten at the feeling of her stomach tightening, and her toes curling when Aemond gave the gentlest of nibbles on her button of nerves.
Adrian tried to keep his name from being said, she really did. She even went as far as biting her bottom lip hard to the point of drawing blood but it was fruitless. His name was cried out as her back arched and her legs shook with his head between them, eagerly getting his fill.
“Aemond!”
Just by hearing Adrian cry out his name so sweetly, Aemond finished in his breeches with a moan of her name coming from him. He did not care about the uncomfortable wet patch his breeches now had, only that his name had been said by his lovely wife during her peak. He hummed, a sated smile breaking onto his face. He swore on all the Gods that Adrian tasted of peaches. A taste he would never tire of. He’d even happily live between her legs if he could but sadly for him that could not be.
While Aemond basked in his post euphoria, pressing tender kisses on Adrian’s soft thighs, Adrian was in turmoil. Just like after the first time Aemond made her climax, she shed silent tears. She tensed when Aemond pushed her nightgown further up, showing her stomach.
Aemond kissed her stomach and then looked up at her. His indigo eye shone along with his sapphire at her debauched state. “I love you.”
Adrian wanted to glare at him and tell him how foul he was….but she couldn't. For whatever reason she could not. Instead she said nothing to him, only shedding a few more tears before looking at the canopy above their bed.
The smile on Aemond’s face fell. He sighed, nuzzling his nose on her stomach. She still wouldn’t say the words back to him but that was alright. Aemond pressed another kiss on her stomach that was swelling more as each day passed.
She was carrying their child.
Sooner or later she’d say those words back to him.
#my heart my body my soul#adrian nova reyes#aemond targaryen#drabble#smut#angst#what else could you want?#hotd modern reader#house of the dragon#oc
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Just because they've been in my sketchbook a long while and I haven't done anything with them since they didn't really turn out the way I wanted...here are a few unfinished doodles I've done over the last year!
Starting with the top left, we have Carewyn and Merman!Orion, as referenced in that one short Mermay AU I did a year ago with Carewyn as a performer on Coney Island --
In the midst of Carewyn singing this song, however, the other four members of the Circle of Khanna were startled to realize that the Manta – who’d been curled up out of sight in the tank at the far corner of the stage – had actually gotten up off the ground and floated up to the top of the tank, sticking his head out above the water and resting it down on his arms perched on the edge of the tank so he could listen. His eyes had even drifted closed while Carewyn was singing, as if relaxing. And when Carewyn stopped singing and actually looked up at him, his black eyes softened noticeably, and he nodded slowly and approvingly.
On the top right, we have an unfinished 10-year-old!Jacob, 2-year-old!Carewyn, and the old Bach family cat Ella under the Christmas tree, as referenced in this one short fic I did earlier this year around Father's Day --
As Jacob told the story [of Hansel and Gretel], he took every opportunity he could to make Carewyn laugh, putting on his best imitation of his snippy English teacher when reading for the woodcutter’s wife and a cackling, “old-lady” voice for the witch. It entertained both Carewyn and Jacob greatly. Carewyn liked the first story so much that Jacob went on to read two more – Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella – after which Carewyn started to nod off. Her head drooped down onto her brother’s shoulder, and Jacob smiled fondly down at her before, taking care to avoid Ella the cat, he slid both himself and his little sister out from under the tree and scooped her up so he could carry her upstairs to bed. The old Siamese cat proceeded to follow Jacob and Carewyn upstairs, only breaking off once Jacob had put Carewyn to bed and closed the door.
Next, on the bottom left, we have Jacob's usual look while working as a barman for the Three Broomsticks, as referenced in this drabble I set during Carewyn's seventh year. (I didn't finish this one because seriously, Jacob, your muscled arms will be the death of me.)
The bottom middle obviously is Ghost-Bride!Carewyn from my Haunted Mansion AU, featuring the infamous clock featured in the original ride -- I'd been visiting Disneyland on one of my days off work that day, and while re-riding the Haunted Mansion (my personal favorite ride), I started drawing her in the queue and then finished her up while eating lunch at the Golden Horseshoe. I actually got a few families looking over my shoulder both in the line and at the restaurant watching me work, which made me blush! XD
And finally, thanks to some asks and prompts earlier this year making me remember how much I love him, the bottom right is my Marauder Era boy Ed Rosier and his OTL Regulus Black, back in their school days. Ed's face claim is Sebastian Stan, and when Ed was young, he used to dye his hair blond the way Seb has in some of his lesser-known non-Marvel-associated films (such as I'm Not Here). Ed did this as to better set himself apart from his older brother Evan, who Ed was constantly confused for, due to the two brothers' strong visual similarity, as well as constantly overshadowed by. It was only after losing Regulus, being disowned by his family, and learning of his brother's death that Ed went back to his natural hair color, making him much more resemble Seb as Bucky Barnes. Regulus's inspiration for this sketch was everyone's favorite fancast for him, Timothee Chalamet, even if personally I imagined Regulus having straight hair and looking much more like Skandar Keynes while originally reading the books.
Much love, all! Hugs and kisses! xoxo
#hphm#marauder era#my art#personal#in-progress#carewyn cromwell#orion amari#jacob cromwell#ed rosier#regulus black
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I posted 106 times in 2022
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81 posts reblogged (76%)
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#super adorable - 25 posts
#teen wolf - 19 posts
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#sterek - 15 posts
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
For @sterekdrabbles! January 5th’s prompt was keen, rabbit, cake, and with a prompt like that, I had to make Stiles a werebunny! XD
Also on AO3.
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It was the time of year when all unmated of-age omegas presented alphas or betas they were interested in with presents to show that the omegas could take care of them. As an alpha, Derek had received many presents from interested omegas and one obnoxiously persistent alpha. But the present he was most keen on was the beautifully decorated cake from the 18-year-old wererabbit with the adorable nose, moles all over his visible skin, and the most tantalizing scent.
Most people wouldn’t picture a rabbit and a wolf together, but Derek thought that he and Stiles were a perfect match.
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#4
For @sterekdrabbles! I definitely needed a break after being both an artist and a writer for the Sterek Artist Seduction Screw, but I’m finally back to doing Sterek Drabbles! January 12′s prompt was thread, wine, car!
Also on AO3.
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The last time Stiles had spoken to Derek a few days ago, Derek had told him that Stiles couldn’t possibly want a relationship with him, that Derek would ruin Stiles’ life just like with his family and Paige.
Well, Stiles might not be old enough to drink wine, but he was nineteen and old enough to make his own decisions. And Stiles wanted an idiot werewolf who was far too self-sacrificing for his own good.
He stormed past Derek’s fancy car and over to the elevator. He had a massive thread of thoughts to unleash on Derek.
(They totally worked!)
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#3
Here is my late gift for @reallysmartladymariecurie for the @911giftexchange! Marie liked Buddie, Christopher, and telenovelas, so I had the three of them watching telenovelas together! With a bonus ficlet, also on AO3.
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Buck sat on the couch at the Diaz apartment with his two favorite boys watching another telenovela. Thanks to that bartending stint years ago, Buck did know some Spanish and was able to follow somewhat, but his Spanish had greatly improved, especially thanks to Eddie.
Christopher sat in between Buck and Eddie, holding a bowl of popcorn with a big grin on his face, greatly amused by the action on screen. Eddie was amused as well. Every so often, he’d look over at Buck with a smirk.
Buck had been a little confused the first time he’d gone over to the Diaz’s and saw them watching a telenovela. Eddie had explained that it was a good way for Christopher to learn more Spanish. But after several years with Eddie and Christopher in his life, finally getting together with Eddie in the last year, Buck had a feeling that Eddie had been picking up some things from the telenovelas as well.
As they watched the heroine argue with her boyfriend and then faint dramatically, Buck was reminded of Eddie’s behavior when they had done that treasure hunt, or how Eddie had behaved when Buck had been together with Taylor, or how Eddie had said he didn’t like drama, yet he was amused by the bride and bridesmaid.
Yeah, Eddie might not think so, but that man did love drama and he had plenty of his own dramatic moments. Buck had to laugh.
Eddie looked over at Buck again. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing, Eds.”
Buck wondered if one day, Eddie would dramatically faint, too, for some ridiculous reason. He couldn’t help but laugh even harder. But then he could sweep Eddie off his feet…
“Buck,” Christopher tugged on his sleeve, “you’re gonna miss all the drama!”
No, Buck thought, there was plenty of drama, both on and off the screen, and he was going to enjoy every moment.
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#2
For @sterekdrabbles! January 7th’s prompt was next, dislike, need, and I wanted Derek to yell out “Next!” after being flirted with by Stiles! =3
Also on AO3.
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Derek didn’t dislike the guy with all the moles who came into his coffee shop every weekday morning, ordering a caramel frappe with extra caramel and extra whip, but he certainly tested Derek with his not necessarily unwelcome flirting.
As Derek handed the mysterious “Stiles” his cold, caramel-laden beverage, the man took it and, while maintaining eye contact with Derek, swirled his tongue around the whipped cream and drew the large dollop into his mouth. “Sweet, but what I really need is a date with someone ever sweeter!” he drawled with a wink.
“Next!” Derek shouted in a strangled voice.
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My #1 post of 2022
For @sterekdrabbles! Another year, another attempt at finishing drabbles, though I do plan to try to do the rest of 2021′s drabbles, too... ^^;; January 3rd’s prompt was vein, cruel, squeak, and my first thought was getting a shot, but I’d written a similar drabble already. Finally, I settled on wolf Derek!
Also on AO3.
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Stiles had been walking through the preserve toward the Hale house. But the preserve was silent, without the usual sounds from the animals living there. That was definitely a suspicious sign for nearby danger, and Stiles wanted his blood to stay in his veins, thank you very much.
Suddenly, he was knocked over and a pair of red eyes appeared in his vision. Stiles let out a startled squeak. The fact that his throat wasn’t being torn out meant that it was only Derek, greeting him in his favorite way.
“You’re cruel,” Stiles grumbled.
The wolf licked him in response.
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Send me a for a 💭 drabble where my muse reveals something about either their past or some of their secrets.
@archeracrosstime asked: 💭 (Magi! TELL KAGOME ABOUT YOH REN!!
He was an awful person. He knew he was. There were so many people out there, not just in this kingdom but in the rest of the world that had suffered the loss of someone dear to them, no matter the circumstances that led to it, some even lost more than one. Yet, Ren acted like he was the only person knowing the taste of losing someone, like no one could ever understand his pain.
He rubbed the silver and orange ring on his finger. It had become a habit of his to rub it whenever he was nervous or in distress, like a silent request for the soul of his beloved to guide him into the right path.
And the Great Rukh knew how in much distress he was right now. The soft wind blew and played with the longer parts of his hair that framed his shadowed expression. He hated feeling like this.
Ren heard footsteps approaching him but didn’t turn around to face the person. He didn’t need to. He knew it was the Queen of Sindria, She was always like this, worrying about him like a mother figure or that of an older sister, constantly reminding him of Jun whom he terribly missed but dared not say it out loud.
He supposed that it was natural for Kagome to be worried about him (again). Ren had fled in the middle of one of their magic lessons, after failing miserably to cast the healing spell...plagued by the memories that the mere whisper of the words would trigger them.
He felt her hands touch his shoulders, he flinched but didn’t try to escape from it unlike other previous times.
“I’m fine.” really I am, he wanted to add but was too much of a coward to say. Instinctively he found himself rubbing the ring once again, you are always touching it she says before asking if it’s important to him. Ren merely nods, the words fail at the thought of the ring’s previous owner.
His heart pounds in his chest, a part of him telling him that it’s time to speak of his past, especially of the part that hurts him the most. That part of him tells him that it will help him heal and move on, he thinks that will hardly happen.
“...His name was Yoh.” he says at last, the mere pronouncing of the name hurts. He doesn’t feel Kagome’s hands moving nor hears her voice, thus decides to continue “He was...the first person, aside from Jun and Bason, that cared about me...” another rub on the ring and his eyes move down to look at the orange gem in its center “Yoh was...he was my first love...and because of that he is dead. My family killed him...”
Ren’s fist closes around the cold stone of the palace’s window. His heart cries at the thought of that faithful day...but his eyes don’t. Not anymore. Ren hadn’t shed tears ever since...it was like they had completely dried after he cried over the dead body of his beloved.
“...I couldn’t save him, I was weak. That’s why I can’t use that spell, I’m not cut out to heal others.”
He was better at hurting people.
#☯ archeracrosstime#☯ queen of the seven seas [magi! kagome]#☯ verse 6 | magi verse (magician!ren)#☯tw:death mention#this is far from being a drabble BUT WHO CARES XD#ANGST TIME
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heeeey can i please request the prompt C45 and B88 with kaz??? thank you love!! <3
Fandom: Shadow and Bone
Prompts: C45. “Could you try stopping thinking like a machine and listen with your heart?” and B88. “I’ve tried to forbid myself from falling in love, but now I can’t help it.”
A/N: I was super tired when I wrote this and there was a lot of noise around me which I didn't have a chance to escape so this isn't as good as I planned, but I tried to fix it here and there, hopefully it isn't as crap as I see it. XD And fyi for everyone who isn't aware of it by now, I'm in love with this man and I'm so happy that he gets love too, honestly I was so afraid The Darkling would end up being DBH Connor of Shadow and Bone = 99% of my Shadow and Bone requests would be for him and I'm not really fond of him, or actually I very much dislike him. :D He's still the most popular character in the fandom (judging by how many x reader fics he gets in a day + their notes) but I'm glad I have only gotten one so far (and another where he's an important side character but it's gonna be a Kaz x reader too). But yeah I'm so happyyyyy I can finally be crazy about someone FRESH who a lot of other people like too, doesn't happen often. Actually I'm not sure if it has ever happened??? I usually come to fandoms late and when most characters are long forgotten and I'm crazy about them alone. Also when I love a character, their pieces automatically become a lot longer and I also write them a lot quicker. Tbh makes me wanna take only Kaz requests in for a while XD Also I had a different, fluffier idea at the start of this but it didn't work out. But I hope you like it!!
Warnings: a fight, angst (or kinda hurt/comfort??) Also Kaz could be a bit OOC (at least to the book version) because he’s not a very soft person, definitely not a huggybear and apparently even less so in the book (sad me doesn't have a chance to read them). Kinda scared of some of my Kaz requests because of that. Trying my best with it though. But I tried to even it in this fic by making him colder than usual at the beginning XD
Word count: 1.2k :))) Oneshot-sized, ehheh. Tried to think of a name so I would have published this as a proper oneshot but didn't come up with anything so this passes as a drabble for this one time, sorry to those who don't like longer pieces. But I swear this was supposed to be like 700-800? words, but it was with my previous idea.
Sometimes you couldn't believe how you had feelings towards this man, Kaz Brekker, sitting in front of you, looking like he didn't even listen to you. You knew he did, but he just didn't care.
He was being so stubborn, so emotionless about your proposition to help some homeless people, get them food and maybe some clothes.
“We are not a charity, Y/N.” Kaz sighed.
“They are homeless, Kaz. I was homeless when you took me in, why are these people any different?”
He just continued writing, not bothering to look up. “You were someone worth taking in. But I won’t invest in anything which doesn’t bring me any profit.”
He seemed to be in a bad mood anyway, pouring it on your proposition, but his words still were like knives through your chest. Investing. Money. Money seemed to be all he cared about, especially when he was in a bad mood. You knew he cared about his Crows, even if he had denied it, but on days like these he escaped his negative feelings to work, to make profit.
“Could you try stopping thinking like a machine and listen with your heart?” you snapped, frustrated how he failed to see the picture around everything which wasn’t about money. No matter who got hurt in the process, if they got profit, it was worth it. “Or have you finally lost it?”
Kaz finally looked up at you, placing his quill beside the paper. “I don’t have time for rescuing people who won’t be able to work for me. And that’s final, you can leave now.”
“So, you have lost your heart.” you scoffed, turning on your heels, marching out from the office and closing the door a bit too roughly.
Inej immediately picked up your distressed form as you sat beside her at the bar counter, putting her hand on your arm. “Hey, are you alright?”
You took in a shaky breath, not wanting to talk about it at first, but you ended up opening up anyway. “Kaz. He only thinks about money, he won't listen when I try to... when I'm proposing that we could use our resources to help some people who need it, without getting anything in return. For once, show a little bit of empathy. And things like this are why I've tried to push my feelings towards him away.” you let out a choked sob. “He’s cold and emotionless, seems to have forgot his skill to feel empathy, but...I know there’s more than just money in his life, he just doesn’t want to show it. I don’t know why, but I just know there is something more. I know it’s stupid-”
“It isn’t stupid, Y/N.” Inej interrupted you, weighing her next words for a few seconds. “And Kaz… I know, he’s not good at emotions.”
You scoffed as you tried to swallow that irritating lump in your throat. “Yeah, I've noticed.”
Inej glanced at Kaz’s office door, knowing perfectly wll why Kaz was always colder than usual with you. Inej knew that Kaz cared about you, more than he usually cared about people. She knew Kaz even had at least slight feelings for you, but he was scared of them too, so that’s why he had decided to drive you away, to suffocate those feelings. He probably didn’t want to risk it, possibly break your heart even if you ended up together. Kaz hadn’t said anything about it, of course, but Inej had seen that look on Kaz’s face when he looked at you, when he thought that nobody would notice. His usually cold and emotionless face had a stripe of affection, and Kaz never answered when Inej asked about it. He knew Inej would immediately catch it if he lied. He knew he was feeling things despite all the suffocating, but it was better to keep quiet so he wouldn’t have to finally admit it to himself either.
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Inej stood by the doorframe of Kaz’s office, watching him work for a while before speaking. “Kaz, you’re driving them away if you treat them like that. I know you don’t want that.”
“Y/N can be replaced if needed, just like everyone else.” he slowly stated, but Inej knew Kaz too well, she knew he was lying.
“I know you don’t mean that.” she sighed and Kaz didn’t answer anything. “If you want Y/N to stay, if you don’t want them to think that you’re turning into some heartless monster who only cares about money, you’d better change your ways with treating them."
"Inej-"
"No, listen. Y/N won’t last much longer. They care about you too, but you’re breaking their heart, ripping it apart piece by piece. They love you, but they wish they didn't, and I can see why. I know you aren't good at emotions, but you aren't this cold with others. Y/N doesn't know what's wrong and they're beating themselves over it. You don't have to show affection, but at least treat them fairly.”
And with that, Inej left Kaz to his work, but he had stopped writing, Inej’s words echoing in his head. Inej always knew the right words to make Kaz think, as much as he had tried to push his feelings to the side. He didn’t want to let you in, too afraid you’d get scared when he’d open the doors. Too afraid you’d never be able to look him in the eye when you’d get to know about his demons, about everything that had happened to him, why he was so cold and why he was afraid of feelings. He was afraid to reach out to you, start treating you again like he did before developing those feelings, because he didn't want to admit it to himself. Even when he already had admitted them in a way.
"I've tried to forbid myself from falling in love, but now I can’t help it." he muttered to himself, briefly imagining saying it to you. But he couldn't imagine it any further than that. He'd break your heart eventually, drive you off anyway. It was better to keep your relationship purely professional - even if you both had feelings for each other.
But... maybe someday he’d be able to let you little closer, maybe someday he could let you help him get over his trauma. He knew that you could help him with it, given a bit of time, but only if you wanted to, only if it wasn’t too much for you. But he had a tiniest bit of hope that it was possible. Maybe someday he could touch you, caress your cheek and forget about the rest of the world. Show you how much you really meant to him. But it would take time. He cared about you, more than he ever could have imagined when he first encountered you there on the street - and now you were quickly making your way to his heart, even when he had tried to stop it.
Maybe someday he could finally accept his feelings towards you. Maybe someday he could hold you without wanting to let go immediately.
Maybe someday he could proudly say you were his.
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Albert James Moriarty x Reader
A/N: Just a little drabble, nothing too intense. More an admiration for our handsome Albert ^^ But I hope to write more for Yuukoku no Moriarty! I just got into the anime so I know nothing of the manga. So in this fic, I had to make up an aristocrat family/servants. The more I learn of the series I might not have too! xD Let me know what you think!
Rating: PG 13 (probably)
Triggers:
(Mentions of) Family member death, thoughts of suicide,
(Actions of) Murder but no heavy details.
You weren’t anything special to the world, or at least never felt like it for a long time. You had ‘worked’ for a wealthy family in Durham for more than 5 years now and most of your work was shared with your older brother. You haven’t been allowed to see him lately though, and it was concerning. He began to fall ill, and you did your best to care for him after serving all your duties to the family. But it’s been a long…long time since you’ve seen his face now, almost a year. The Lord of the house, Lord Vincent told you not to concern yourself and they had a handled on it, but over the time those words have been of no comfort. The fact that you cannot see your brother after so long makes you fear something awful has happened. After all, the noblemen and family weren’t the kindest to lower class like yourself. You’ve gotten smacked and hit, drinks thrown at you, belittled, and shamed beyond what is humane. Your only string to life is that your brother might truly be alive and struggling, but you’ve never felt a depression and despair this deep before.
At this moment, you were on your hands and knees scrubbing the dining room floor, the maids setting a table fit for five. You overheard Lord Vincent had invited some noblemen who were new to the area over for a feast, and once the reply came back, he demanded all get to work in preparations. The butler had stepped in, clapping his hands. “Alright, quickly now, clean up and make yourselves presentable, they will be here shortly!” You placed your sponge in the bucket and hurried it to the washroom. Racing back, you stood in your spot at the end of the line of maids, brushing out your uniform of wrinkles or dirt. The butler scanned down all three maids, his eyes scowling at you. The butler was a bit of a prick like the noblemen, he had no respect for you since you were on the bottom of the barrel. You looked to your feet, wishing for nightfall to come so you could sleep again.
“Come with me,” you heard Lord Vincent cheer and you dared to glance up at the guests. First was a very tall, slender brunette with gorgeous green eyes and a strong jawline. Following him were two blondes, striking ruby red eyes, a little more build but just as attractive. You quickly stared back down at your feet, praying you weren’t caught by anyone in the room. If Lord Vincent or his mistress found out you were eyeing the guests it’d mean another punishment. Your food, injuries, sanity? They liked to change it to see how far your threshold could go.
As proper maids do, you each stepped up to a chair to pull it out for the noblemen. You weren’t sure if you were lucky or doomed to seat the brunette. Allowing him to sit and then aid pushing his chair in, he glanced over his shoulder to you and your peripheral vision could see his small smile. Without thinking, your eyes looked up and locked to his, which made his own eyes soften slightly. You immediately looked back down to the floor and took your place back to the side of the room. It was only an interaction of maybe 5 to 10 seconds, but it felt so impressionable. You admired how his tux made his shoulders and back a bit broader, whatever fancy cologne he was wearing was practically intoxicating, and his eyes and smile could get you dangerously lost. It wasn’t often young noblemen appeared, and now you were glad they didn’t.
The five aristocrats talked and ate the delicious food. You never really knew what the foods were or how to cook them, but it always looked mouthwatering. Time seem to go faster today, but you felt it was because of that damn brunette. You locked his image to his voice after threatening another glance, his voice smoothing through the conversations like melted butter. In a moment, you heard the famous finger snap of the Lord, signaling for places and leftovers to be cleared from the table. As a good maid, you took action and stood besides the brunette, clearing his space leaving no crumb behind. You felt eyes on you, but you couldn’t tell if it was him, or the Lord on your left side. You did every mental trick in your mind to not be too nervous. But it was already failing you.
“Your maid seems unsteady, Lord Vincent, is she alright?” the blonde you learned to be William spoke. He was across the table but he still noticed the slight tremors in your fingers? What the hell?! You stood straight with your couple plates and cups and looked to Lord Vincent, who looked pleased, but you saw his little ticks to know well enough, he was pissed.
“Do not fret about the service Lord Moriarty! She has been failing my family repeatedly, so a change has been due for a while now.”
…What?
“It’s so hard these days to find high class maids,” his wife sighed loudly, a look of disgust lingering on your backside.
You heartrate increased dramatically while your skin paled. You slightly bowed to excuse yourself from the conversation (even though you were just the topic) and headed towards the kitchen to dispose of the plates. You practically dropped them in the skin and held onto the counter. Your suspicions about them killing off bad service wasn’t just a rumor, it was true! You knew now because you were next! Your brother—you had to find a way to get out and save your brother! …
Your eyes started to water at the realization. ‘They had a handle on it’, in aristocrat terms, in the Vincent family terms, they eliminated him. And dragged you on to play the fool believing your brother was alive just to suck out whatever they could from you. You dropped to your knees as your tears poured, fingertips turning while you still gripped the counter above you. And the thought of joining your brother now…maybe he would forgive you if you join him for letting him die.
“Why are you crying?” a voice behind you spoke softly, startling you out of your self-pity and turning around instantly. To your utter shock, it was Lord Albert James Moriarty, and he was less than two feet from you, one hand outstretches as if to catch you.
You harshly wipe the tears from your face and eyes with your sleeve, standing up as quickly as physically possible and giving your uniform a couple messy pats, yabbering your apologizes as if your ending life still depended on it. “I am so very sorry Lord Moriarty, you should never have seen me in such array. Please forgive my improper-ness.” You didn’t know where to look, what to do with your hands, your anxiety was eating you alive! So you did your only method, stare at the floor with your head down and grip your uniform, your hair falling slightly forward as it was falling out of its bun. You could feel your body shaking and tried to stop it, your embarrassment eating you up on the inside for making a fool of yourself in front of not just a Lord, but a handsome one at that. He couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than you, and he could be placed in a museum and you were the cement floor.
“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” Albert begged softly, the gentleness of his voice being completely unexpected. You felt his large hand wrap around one of your clenched ones, making you remove your grip from your dress and be held in his hand. In the same moment, his other hand swooped under your jaw gently and lifted your face to look at him, swiping the (still) falling tears with his thumb. He locked his eyes with you (e/c) ones, a small smile came back to grace his lips. Just as you feared, you fell into a trance. You felt his other thumb rubbing small circles in your hand as he spoke his velvet words again.
“Come, it’s time to leave,” he hummed, closing his hand fully around yours before turning and heading out of the kitchen. You immediately started to panic at the though of Lord Vincent seeing the guest of honor so close to you, let alone touching you or speaking to you.
“L-l-l-lord Moriarty, I can’t do—this isn’t rig-okay, I mean!—” You choked to find the words, not wanting to offend him in any way, but terrified of not stopping him before re-entering the dining room like this. His grip was strong and you couldn’t pull back more than he pulled forward. He stopped for a moment and chuckled, looking over his shoulder to you with a smile and slender eyes.
“Do not worry about that miss, Lord Vincent has no more hold over you.” And he continued walking. You had no idea what that meant, but you were about to find out.
After he pulled you through the doors into the dining room, the sight was appalling. The head Maid was sobbing on the floor, a bloody knife fallen from her bloody hand. Lying hunched dead over the table were the Lord and his mistress, each suffered one to three stab wounds. The smell of all this blood was too strong and you covered your mouth with your hand. Before you could take in any more of the messy scene, Albert was already dragging you along outside, the two blonde brothers finishing up inside with the maid. You were practically speechless.
“L-..Lord Moriarty?” you said just above a whisper as he opened the door to his luxury carriage, looking at you. “…What’s happened?”
“Lord Vincent and his wife have both paid their debt for the slaughter of lower class servant workers, that’s all,” he stated matter-of-factly. Your eyes widened at his words, but they were soft. How did another aristocrat family know of this, not to mention care?
“We in the Moriarty family are…different,” he chuckled, before stepping to the side. “Please, hop in.”
“Why?” You asked, forgetting for a moment he was a nobleman.
“I’d like to give you some time to think if you’d like to be a maid for our family, or if you’d like to start a new life elsewhere. In the meantime, I can provide you a safe place to stay.”
You cheeks reddened slightly at the word ‘I’ and he must’ve caught on, closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking back into yours. If it wasn’t so dark out, you could’ve confirmed or not if he was blushing a bit too.
“We, my brothers and I,” he corrected, and motioned you into the carriage. At this point, your former Lord was dead, you brother was dead and you had little hope immediately on the street. Maybe serving the handsome Albert James Moriarty wasn’t such a bad deal after all. Especially if they are taking away some of the scum of the world.
Albert couldn’t have been more pleased when you stepped inside the carriage. This operation William put together has been brewing for a few months. Truth be told, Albert has seen you more than a couple times, but he’s never interacted with you since that wasn’t part of the plan. It was obvious to William you were being tricked, and your heavy depression blocked your brain from the truth. Only once you feel your life was truly on the line would you snap out of it. Albert was just as happy as his brothers to save another lower-class citizen from harm. Not to mention Louis lightly teasing him about keeping his eyes on you a little too much.
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Sub!(kinda)Bakugo x reader
So...I was sitting vibing and I had a small idea. And it was basically just “Partner gifts sex toy” and then I went “...Bakugo long distance relationship...gift sex toy...use during phone sex” and then went “...sub/switch Bakugo?”
It was meant to be a quick 500 word drabble to get the idea out of my system and it turned into a 2.3k+ fic so uh yeah xD Enjoy~!
This one is pretty gendernetural. He talks about you fucking him but girls pegging tough guys is my favorite thing s o
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“Katsuki!”
Your cheery voice on the other side of the line lifted the angry hero’s spirits more than he wanted to admit. Even if no one should be happy with how early in the morning it was for you. For him it was later in the night, he had been busy with his post dinner workout when you had texted, asking to call him even though you had just woken up.
“The fuck do you want.”
He grunted softly, tone softening despite the harsh words, betraying his attempts to sound annoyed. He could hear the tinkle of your laughter over the phone, you knew it too. Fucker.
“I got you a present!”
He blinked in confusion, wiping away the sweat that was collected across the back of his neck before tossing the towel away. He cocked his head slightly, musing over it.
“A present?”
It wouldn’t be the first time you had bought him something, sent packages to his door step. Usually they were silly little things. Sweaters or hoodies that you had bought for yourself and gotten an extra of so he could match you even if the two of you were hundreds of miles apart and no one would get it. Little trinkets you liked or thought he would like, spicy foods and snacks from the country you were in that he couldn’t get in Japan.
He admonished you every time for getting him ‘worthless shit’ or ‘wasting money’ but that didn’t stop his chest from warming at the sight of every gift. Or how he had an entire shelf dedicated to the things you bought him. Or the fact that if you sent him selfies wearing clothes he had a match to he would immediately change to match you.
“Yeah! And if the tracking thing is right it should be at your do-or~”
You chirped excitedly in delight, sounding suspiciously enthusiastic about him opening the package. Usually you waited until he texted you that he had gotten it before pestering him to open it while on call or facetime.
“What have I told you about buying me shit without telling me?”
He grunted softly, trying to sound peeved but failing yet again as he immediately got up, making his way to his door. Sure enough as soon as he opened it, there sitting innocently in front of his feet was a small box.
He picked it up, kicking the door shut carelessly behind him as he made his way to his kitchen, grabbing a knife as you eagerly chattered away, encouraging him to open it. Who was he to leave a eager crowd waiting?
He sliced through the tape quickly, harshly yanking the bubble wrap out and tossing it to the side carelessly, too eager to see the gift that awaited him. What he saw had him freezing in place.
“What the fuck?!”
He stared open mouthed at the fleshlight sitting innocently in the box, staring back at him. Faintly he could hear you cackling like a gremlin, clearly trying to muffle and hide it from him.
“What? Don’t you like it?”
He could feel his face steadily turning bright red, an embarrassed flush reaching all the way up to the tips of his ears. Of course you would get him something like this.
“Of course not! What the fuck were you thinking?”
He blushed even harder when his voice came out slightly higher pitched than normal, just enough he was painfully aware of it without it being obvious to you.
“Oh…So you don’t want to use it with me? Hear my voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your big thick cock fucks that thing so hard you ruin it?”
Your voice dropped slightly, changing to that tone that had his cock twitching in interest as his shoulders went up to his ears. His face felt like it was going to melt off at this rate. What were you doing to him…
“Give me 10 minutes to finish everything.”
He sighed softly in defeat as you laughed on the other side of the line.
“It’s a date!”
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Phone nestled on the pillow next to him, set up with you connected to his bluetooth headphones that were nestled into his ears he was finally finished setting up.
He had spent nearly the entire 10 minutes just getting his face to stop being so beet red, and most of the rest of the time turning off his notifications and pulling the fleshlight out of the box and lubing it and his cock up. He wanted to be ready for the main event before you even called.
Which was how he found himself here, curled up on his side answering your call as he held the fleshlight tight in one fist.
“Are you ready for this?~”
Your voice was teasing in his ear, sending shivers down his spine all the way to his toes as he hissed like an angry cat. He clutched the fleshlight tighter, trying to ignore how his dick was already hard against his stomach just from the anticipation of it and sound of your voice.
“Of course I am!”
He scowled, nuzzling his face against his pillow as he slowly pushed his dick against the fleshlight, hissing as he sunk into the tight wet heat, lube was pushed out around his cock, globing around the opening and smearing against his balls. Must have used too much.
“Shit…”
He hissed softly unable to stop the way his hips bucked slightly. It had been so long since he had been balls deep in something, he felt overly sensitive, every squeeze sending jolts through him that had him moaning low in his throat.
“Does it feel good, baby?~”
He rolled his eyes growling softly at your cliché petname, giving a soft grunt as he bucked his hips, tightening his fist around the fleshlight as he slowly started moving it around his cock.
“Barley can even feel anything.”
He lied smoothly, ignoring the way your soft laugh over the phone caused the heat starting to form in his stomach to pulse hard.
“Oh?~ Maybe you should move it faster then~”
He grunted immediately following your suggestion, the lube helping as he started fucking it, gliding it across his dick faster as he grunted. Fuck, it felt good. Not near as good as you did but…Good. He could feel his face heating up as sweat formed around his brow, biting his lip to stifle the pleased noises that bubbled from his throat. He was clearly failing miserably since your voice turned softer, breathier like it always did when he worked you up.
“That’s it, baby~ You’re doing so good, my good boy~”
His cheeks flushed even redder, turning his head to hide his face into his pillows despite the fact you couldn’t see him. His hand kept moving, fast and jerky as he bit back whines and soft moans.
“Of course I am. Shut up.”
Your soft breathy chuckle on the other end of the line send jolts down his spine, leaving him unable to hold back the soft whine that came from him as his hips stuttered forward. Fuck. He wanted you here. The plastic in his hand felt nothing like real skin. It was much too soft, like what people wanted skin to be like. Beside he wanted…
He flushed darker as his hole twitched. Fuck. He wanted you inside him so bad. He had half a mind to just reach out for his bedside drawer. His favorite dildo and bottle of lube was within reach…he could just-
“What are you doing, Katsuki?~ You’ve gotten awfully quiet? You aren’t being a bad boy, are you?”
You’re voice yanked him back to the present, a soft stuttered gasp slipping out before he could stop it. Growling in frustration he pressed his face harder against the pillow, voice muffled as his hand that had slowed picked up the fast pace again. Despite himself he couldn’t stop the way his heart stuttered when you even suggested he was being bad, the anxious flip in his stomach. He liked to mouth off but both of you knew he wanted…needed to be your good boy. Talk was as far as he would go.
“No! It’s your fucking fault for not being here, this plastic doesn’t do shit…”
He grumbled even as soft pants and gasps were clearly heard over the line as he rolled over onto his stomach, pushing his hips in the air as he fisted the fleshlight tighter around his swollen cock.
“I know, I know. Soon, baby.”
He huffed angrily back at you, trying to ignore the ache in his chest. Suddenly he was reminded of how empty the room was, how cold without you there to hold him. Shit, he was getting so weak…so sappy. Aching for your presence, for you.
“I’m going to fuck you so good once I get back, you won’t be able to stand for weeks~ I gotta make up for all the times you came alone, right? I’ll make you cum twice as many.”
It was impossible, he knew it. He came way too many times for the two of you to even begin to catch up in your week long vacation to visit him again. Still, his cock didn’t quite catch that memo, twitching hard and leaving him shuttering, moaning embarrassing loud into the phone.
“You like that, don’t you, baby? So desperate to be stuffed full of my cock~ I’ll fill you up real good~”
He hissed softly his pace picking up, his hips snapping forward into the fleshlight with wet squelches, lube dribbling out around his cock. Fuck…It wasn’t enough! He growled, sweat trickling down his brow as he swiped his fingers through the mess of lube trickling down the side of the toy, coating them in the slick. Vaugely he could hear your praises filling his ears, background noise to the pleasure filling him as he reached back, dipping his fingers between his cheeks, rubbing the lube against his hole.
Part of him wanted to stay here, teasing and lightly fingering himself as your voice rumbled in his ear, telling him how good he was but he didn’t have the patience for it. Not tonight. He pushed three fingers in at once, hissing softly at the burn of the stretch but he didn’t care. Immediately he was poking and rubbing at all the right spots that had him jolting in place, moaning and whining shamelessly loud for you to hear as he kept fucking the fleshlight.
“You suddenly got excited~ Are you fucking yourself, Katsuki? Stuffing your fingers in your hole thinking of me?”
He grunted, whining soft enough he wasn’t sure the phone would even pick it up. He never stopped his pace, the wet sounds of his fingers sliding between his cheeks and his cock fucking the wet flesh clutched in his fist filling the room.
“Shut up…”
His voice was softer, whinier, less harsh than earlier. He couldn’t focus on embarrassment or frustration, too focused on the heat boiling in his belly, his balls pulling up tight.
“Cum for me, Katsuki~”
He would deny it vehemently, as he always did. Insisting he was going to cum anyways, that you just had the right timing and he sure as hell did not come on command. But he couldn’t stop the soft cry of your name, the desperate gasps for air as he spilled into the toy, pumping it full of his cum until it gushed out around his cock, spilling down the sides and collecting on where his hand was wrapped around it.
He planted face first into the bed, collapsing, arms too weak and slow to catch himself as he gasped for air. Slowly he pulled his fingers out of his ass, peeling his tight grip off of the fleshlight and cringing at the mess that coated everything.
The afterglow lasted a few seconds before that sick empty feeling from before crept in. The gasps and pants that filled the room were only his own, not an intermingling of the both of yours. Faintly he could hear the sounds of traffic breaking through the weighted silence that hung over him like a blanket.
After a few moments your voice pierced the silence as well.
“Hey, Katsuki?”
He grunted softly, too exhausted to speak, or move, or do anything but lay there and push back the all too familiar burning in his eyes that came before he cried. He wouldn’t cry. Crying was stupid. It wasn’t as if you were dead…only on the other side of the world away from him.
“I love you.”
His chest tightened, a soft choked noise coming from him. He couldn’t stop the tears from collecting in his eyes now, unwilling to fall but there all the same. He swallowed hard, pushing down the feelings that welled inside of him.
“...Yeah.”
He didn’t say it back. He never did. He didn’t need to, you knew he loved you and you loved him. Always would even with this…Obstacle in the way.
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A Place Good Enough
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Ship: Kaz Brekker X Inej Ghafa
Summary:
Kaz pays Inej's indenture at the Menagerie and she joins the dregs.
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A short fic that adds a little more of what happens that night after Kaz takes her with him.
Note:
I'm a new fan and read the SoC Duology this Feb.
This is my first time writing these characters so please excuse anything weird, I tried my best.
Inej may seem a bit scared in this because she isn't the Inej we know in SoC. This will be the first fic of many where I'll try to show our Crows before the events of SoC. A look at their daily lives in the Dregs. And the slow development of feelings between Kanej.
Hope you enjoy this short piece ♥
Kaz
“Let’s start by getting out of here and finding you some proper clothes. Oh, and Inej,” he says, “don't ever sneak up on me again.”
And yet as he ushers the Suli girl out of the salon, the bustling streets remind him how foolish it will be to roam around the barrel at night. Ofcourse a mere glance at his cane and gloved hands is enough to ward people off. No one in Ketterdam dares crossing the young man that goes by the title of Dirtyhands. Even so, it won’t be good for his carefully crafted reputation to be seen limping around at indecent hours with an exotic girl in tow. Dirtyhands doesn’t waste time on frivolous things. He has vengeance to condemn and for that he requires proper focus and meticulous steps. Brick by brick. He reminds himself.
With a quick scan of his surroundings to make sure no one is looking, he removes the deep grey coat he’s adorning and hands it to the girl. He doesn’t miss the way she flinches at the action, probably just as scared of him as the rest of this city.
“Cover yourself.” He commands and continues walking. Thankfully, the girl doesn’t waste time being confused or shocked and quietly does as told. He also notes how she maintains a distance whilst following him but makes sure to stick close enough, her feet soundless despite the bells tied around her dainty ankles.
Inej
Kaz Brekker finally slows his walk as they approach a shabby building in the remote parts of the Barrel. Its lit and noisy but Inej can tell its definitely not a clothing store. And it is only moments later that cold realization dawns on her. There was no release from enslavement to begin with, just a deal struck between a bawd from the west stave and the lieutenant of a notorious gang in the east stave. It was a sham all along. Why wouldn’t it be? Why would one of the most sinister criminals in Kerch buy her out of slavery only to be shifted to an indenture? She should’ve been skeptical. Instead, she had been hopeful because the boy named Dirtyhands is after all, a young one like herself. She thought he may have empathized with her. He had even offered his coat to her. But oh what an utter fool she had been! Everything in Ketterdam comes with a price. Even something as natural as freedom.
Should she sprint away? She can take-off right now. He hasn’t looked back even once to check if she’s there. And he’s a cripple! She can easily outrun him. Yet all these plans formulating in her head are laced around a grim sense of fear. Kaz Brekker doesn’t need a reason. Or so she has heard. He has already earned an ill reputation for being whimsical. She mustn’t start giving him reasons to chase and drag her back down these dark alleys. So she quietly trails behind him as the door opens with a creak.
Men of varying ages who had been busy chatting and drinking, stare at them. His entry seems to raise everyone’s attention as they watch him walk by and approach the staircase. Although that’s all she sees as she continues after the uncaring boy, she does hear numerous brazen remarks.
“Am I too drunk or has Brekker actually brought in a girl?”
“Ghezen! We all must be sloshed.”
“I almost believed something was going on between him and that Zemeni boy.”
“So…Suli huh?”
Some snickers follow this particular remark but the boy doesn’t seem to mind. Does this mean their assumptions aren’t wrong? A wave of panic courses through her but Inej tries to calm herself with deep breaths, tries to focus her mind on the stairs instead. She has faced all sorts of repulsive men in the sheets. Dirtyhands can’t be much different. And even if the rumors aren’t false and he’s part-demon beneath the façade of his sharp suits, she can still push herself to handle anything. If serving as his mistress will warrant her safety from the likes of Tante Heleen, she can do this.
A soft clicking sound pulls her out of her trail of anxious thoughts. She notices they’ve walked past several floors and are currently going up into an attic. The inside isn’t much special but appropriately furnished— an old door placed atop several crates acting as a desk, a big window overseeing the surroundings and a door separating what she assumes must be a storage of sorts or a bedroom.
When Brekker finally turns around, his expression as unreadable as ever, Inej shivers. She takes one last gulp of air in hopes of easing herself. She can do this. She just needs to leave her body like she always does. Let the little lynx take care of such matters.
She begins by discarding his coat. Her eyes are lowered to the floor but she can sense his unwavering gaze. Maybe he’s one of those who take pleasure in watching a woman undo herself for him. Or maybe its something else entirely. His stoic demeanor doesn’t provide much to guess. Her shaky hands reach for the hooks in the back of her purple blouse. I can endure this! She mentally assures herself.
“What exactly are you doing?” comes his low voice, like a rasp of stone on stone.
Her hands fumble and come to a halt. She raises her eyelids to find a barely visible, amused smirk marring his pale countenance. “I..thought..I just–”
“Inej, was it?” he interrupts, leaning his weight on his frightening cane shaped like the head of a crow. Did she do something wrong? Will he use it on her? Her shoulders hunch slightly in preparation of whatever is to come. She hears an audible sigh instead. “I don’t remember us agreeing to such terms back at the Menagerie.”
Now she does look up, eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh..”
He passes a hand through his hair. “But since you seem eager to–”
“I’m not!” she yells, her cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink. Frankly she doesn’t know how to react. It’s her first time speaking to a man who isn’t demanding any sexual favors from her but isn’t being very nice either.
He hobbles over to the makeshift desk and settles on a chair behind it. “Let me guess,” he starts, resting his bad leg on the tabletop and the cane in his lap. “You didn’t trust me.”
“I did!” she protests like a child falsely accused of stealing candies. However, the embarrassment of her response follows immediately and she tilts her head down again. “Not truly but–”
“Wrong answer.” His tone is even more gritty now. “Its good that you expected the worst. Never trust anyone in the barrel.”
Inej looks at him again. It’s far too late for that lesson now. She’s learnt it the harshest of ways.
“I may be many things but I keep my word, Inej.” He adds solemnly, then fishes out a lone key from his pants' pocket. “Here” he gestures for her to come forward and receive it.
She scurries to the desk and takes it, her fingers lightly grazing along his gloved ones. Is he sending her on an errand already? Is procuring something important going to be her first task for the Dregs?
“Head downstairs and unlock the room directly below this attic with the key.” He tells simply and starts working on the tall stacks of papers lying on the desk.
She waits for further details but when he says nothing more she inquires herself, “For what?”
He glances at her, a brow quirked as if mocking her obliviousness. “Its your room from now on. Go get some sleep.”
“What about my..services?” she asks.
“We’ll discuss all that tomorrow morning.” He answers and waves her off, willing her to leave already.
Downstairs, upon unlocking an old cream-colored door and switching on the light, Inej is greeted by a tiny room. There’s a window overlooking the barrel, a cot arranged directly below it and an empty trunk lying open. Fortunately, everything is clean and dry and without any trace of smells.
As she steps inside, memories of her old life flash before her bleary eyes. This place is not even close to the large tents she used to perform in with her parents yet for some reason, she feels warm. Its not home but it’s good enough.
Shutting the door, she turns off the light and drops unceremoniously onto the cot. Moonlight illuminates the room- her room- in a dim glow. And slowly it happens. Her tense body relaxes into the mattress and her unshed emotions are set free in the form of tears slipping down her cheeks. Loud sobs rack her small frame as her hands hug the grey coat close to her chest. Amidst her shock and disbelief at actually being saved from sexual exploitation, she must have forgotten to return it. Kaz Brekker’s statement was like a dream she’s had every night since being stolen and shackled. A dream of being saved from the hell that is prostitution. I keep my word, Inej. She giggles at the sound of her real name being called by this stranger, tears staining her lips. She hasn’t heard it in so long that she almost forgot who she was. In letting her body go so as to persevere everyday at the Menagerie, she hadn’t noticed that the lively girl called Inej Ghafa was also withering away. She clutches the coat tighter as if fiercely trying to hold onto her remaining self. And for the first time since an year, she sleeps without the fear of being hurt.
Hope it was enjoyable!
I'm thinking of writing a short sequel drabble where Inej just goes to return Kaz's coat in front of everyone at the Dregs xD
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"Remember when you told me that Demetri was always going to be your only friend?"
Her tone was sharp and Eli felt obliged to avoid her gaze, staring at his hands instead.
"I do."
"Yeah well, Demetri's mother called me to tell that someone broke his arm and she doesn't know who did it."
His silence was almost as loud as a scream.
"I know who did it. I didn't know the reason though, but then I saw those Cobra Kai kids with you outside and I put it together. You have a bunch of new friends now, don't you?"
Eli glanced at his mother and regretted it instantly, she almost looked as if she was talking to a stranger. Like she didn't knew him.
"Well, Demetri isn't your only friend now, is he?"
No.
"Was it worth it?"
No.
God, no.
Hey wow look never in my life have 142 words CRUSHED MY SOUL FASTER
This drabble punched me in the gut, grabbed my wallet, looked through it, snatched all my $20s, and then ran away mercilessly.
Legit though, it never sat quite right with me when Eli was venting to his mom in that one flashback and he just wails out “I’M NEVER GONNA HAVE ANY FRIENDS BESIDES DEMETRI!” like it’s some like...goddamn death sentence or something. Like yeah, Demetri is far from the perfect best/only friend, and he can certainly be an insensitive ass at times, but like...yo, the boy is LOYAL AF, he’s stuck with your ass and been your best friend through YEARS of bullying and tried to protect you from getting hurt, in his own little way (even if some of his efforts are kinda misguided, as they basically boil down to “just avoid engaging bullies if at all possible” and “don’t try any new activity (i.e. karate) that could cause even slight pain or discomfort and rock the boat” lol) and tried to make you laugh with dumb jokes about you being the homecoming king when NO ONE ELSE would bother, and you clearly just DON’T appreciate him??? Like the way Eli’s like “I’m never gonna have friends...besides Demetri, obviously” just reads like he’s absolutely just taking Demetri for granted and it PISSES ME OFF. Then again, I think it might just strike a nerve with me in particular, since I remember all too well being a ragingly insecure, introverted child watching my friends make other friends besides me and just being so confused and hurt, like “...am I not good enough for you?” Of course, now that I’m older I see that it’s valid to want more friends while keeping the ones you have, obviously, and I don’t think Eli was inherently wrong for wanting to expand his social circle or anything, but the way he’s just...so dismissive of Demetri’s friendship and instead focuses on crying about all the cool friends he doesn’t have just PEEVES me to no end. Like ffs, some of the kids at that school who get bullied probably have NO friends and have to tough it out alone, so maybe be like...a little more appreciative of the fact that you have a BEST FRIEND who clearly cares about you??? Again, it’s valid for Eli to want more friends--I imagine you’d get tired of only having one person your age to really talk to--but the fact that he kinda phrases this in a way that makes it sound like Demetri and their friendship is dismissable and trivial and not all that important to him has always bugged me a lot. I mean, Eli obviously DOES care about Demetri and Demetri’s opinions of him, as we see several times in the show, but like...hearing him say “I’m never gonna have any other friends besides Demetri” still makes me wince every time. STOP TALKIN BOUT MY BOY LIKE HE DOESN’T MATTER
Yeah yeah yeah I KNOW I’m reading way too much into a simple comment okay but this statement has implications and I DO NOT like them
“Someone broke his arm and she doesn't know who did it." Oh yeah, Demetri absolutely did not tell his mom Eli broke his arm. Given how smothering and overprotective she seems (I mean, she gave him a note to take to a KARATE CLASS excusing him from EXTENSIVE ARM AND LEG MOVEMENT even though that’s ALL KARATE IS), she’d probably NEVER let Eli near him again if she knew--hell, she might even get a restraining order or make Demetri transfer schools or something. And Demetri definitely doesn’t think that’s her decision to make--and he ain’t about to give up on Good Old Eli just yet, even after everything that’s happened. Perhaps against his better judgement, he still has hope for his old friend. He just tells his mom his arm got broken by one of the newer Cobra Kai recruits, some burly thug guy he’d never seen before. He didn’t get a good look at the guy, naturally, since he was pinning his face to the ground and fled the scene almost immediately after the arm-snapping.
And oh my god how I WISH we’d gotten a scene in Season 3 where Eli’s mom just brutally calls him out like this, because god knows he needed it and it could’ve been THE wake-up call (or at least one of a few big wake-up calls) that shit...he’s getting farther away from the person he’s always been than he ever has before, and maybe...maybe it’s not a good thing after all. Maybe it’s not a good thing if his own mother barely recognizes him, if his own mother is maybe even a little scared/wary of him and what he’s become. I mean I get there was a lot going on in Season 3, and there probably wouldn’t have really been room to bring back a character as minor as Eli’s mom, but I would have loved to see her reaction to all the shit he was pulling throughout the season. She highkey seems like a helicopter parent if she’s willing to call the school over Eli being bullied, so there’s no way she was just suddenly completely disinterested in everything he was doing after school and that she didn’t at least suspect there was some sketchy shit going on. (I mean...the boy presumably came home with a MOTORCYCLE one day??? Isn’t she gonna wonder where on earth he got that??? Y’all don’t expect me to believe SHE got it for him, do you???)
Also, Demetri and Eli’s moms are absolutely friends!!! Speaking as someone who had the same group of childhood friends for like 12 years, your moms can’t NOT be friends when they’re forced to see each other that often XD It’s kinda depressing to think how much it must have hurt their moms too when they started fighting, since these women would presumably have been good friends for years at that point and now have to watch their sons, who used to be best friends, just constantly be at each other’s throats :( I love how quickly Eli’s mom puts two and two together and figures out Eli broke Demetri’s arm. Eli can’t hide SHIT from his mama haha
Also wow it’s so fucked and depressing to think that maybe, in the heat of the moment, Eli broke Demetri’s arm to LITERALLY shatter the notion of Demetri being his only friend and try to DESTROY that time completely with that arm break so he could fully embrace his new, “improved” identity as the “cool badass” with lots of awesome and formidable friends who were obviously far superior and much better for his image and his intimidation factor than nerdy little Demetri...ouch.
"Was it worth it?"
No.
God, no.
JESUS I’M SOBBING
AS SOON AS ELI HEARD THAT BONE SNAP AND SAW DEMETRI CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR CRYING HE REGRETTED ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING I AM HERE TO TELL YOU
IT WAS A BAD DAY FOR EVERYONE AND I AM GOING TO MURDER JOHN KREESE WITH MY BARE HANDS FOR SLOWLY MINDFUCKING MY BOY ELI MOSKOWITZ INTO THINKING BREAKING HIS CRUSH’S ARM WAS THE MOVE
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