#At least I didn't get sick till after my trip

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Yall I am NOT doing funky fresh rn. I'm so sick and I haven't even left on the plane yet UGHHH I'm gonna be so miserable 💀💀

MJ HELPP OUR OVER THE INTERNET SMOOCH GOT ME SICK

#At least I didn't get sick till after my trip #So that's nice #cherry rambles

[danthepillerman]

Meeting Star Platinum☆

Jotaro x reader ♡

Your first time meeting Starts Platinum wasn't... forgettable to say the least.

Taking time outta your busy day was now a daily thing for you, getting out of classes a bit earlier then the rest to sneak out of school and ditch the rest of the day with jotaro, then after going back to his place for a bit or to yours to study. Either you followed his lead or he followed yours. You both trusted eachother enough to walk aimlessly behind the other. So that how this day started.

Walking out of class a few minutes early then sneaking past the security guard thats way to dedicated to his job was the easiest part about this whole meeting plan you both do. The hardest part being the aftermath of it all, for you at least. Jotaro couldn't care less about what happens in class while he's gone, he did leave for a while 50 days two years ago. He told you snippets about his trip and how he now hates Egypt. You two met two years after you transfered from your old school. Your old school was more chaotic then the one you're at now, leaving that school was easy because there was no body who would've cared.

Being the quiet smart kid people would pick on for fun was tough but at least you now have a chunk of muscle as your closest friend. Hating the fact you ditch classes just to spend time with him was unusual and made you want to itch at your skin till it all was gone, but you didn't mind either. You enjoyed any moment with him. Still sucks you won't know some things on the test next week but heyyyy who cares right? Making your way to the gate you both meet at you see a tall figure, and smoke coming from it's mouth. Jotaro. He turned his head and looked at you dead in the eyes, your body shivered anytime he just stared at you. "Hey Jotaro" you spoke out softly, getting closer to him. He looked down at you and took his cigarette out his mouth smushing it onto the wall behind him then flicking it into the trash can next to him "hey."

It was hard to read what this man was thinking, looking into his eyes for a bit to see what he's feeling, you gained this habit as a kid. Looking at someone's eyes can say a lot or very little. For jotaro...it was very little to understand what he felt or what he was thinking. "Follow." His tone was strict and demanding as most times he'd ask you to follow him, he walked fast because his legs were longer than yours but hed take smaller steps so you can walk either behind him or right next to him. Rambling about something that came to mind or your childhood favorites wasnt rare, you thought he didn't listen to you but he pays very close attention to whatever you say to him.

His heart was racing with what he was going to tell you, although most people think seeing stands for non-stand users is impossible it really isn't, the SWF found a way to show non-users stands. Which is how some of the workers have seen stands. Just so happens Mr joestar was giving a pair of the special goggles they use and gave them to jotaro, they are more like dad shades then goggles but they still call them goggles anyway. When jotaro found out about them he was over the moon, may not have shown it but he was, he's been wanting to show you star platinum so you didn't think he was crazy when he talked about it.

"so tell me, where you takin me today?" His train of thought was interrupted by your voice. "some random ass waterfall I found back at the park we went to last week. I went over there a little after we did and started searching the forest next to it, found a pretty sick waterfall." He pulled hit hat down and turned away. It wasn't just the waterfall he wanted to show you, obviously, but it wasn't star platinum either. What he really wanted outta all of this is to the see look on your face when he shows waterfall. He can picture it now, your face lighting up with joy, your eyes sparkling as the water does, your smile bigger then ever, a slight hint of blush of your face.

"here grab my hand this part is tricky" He said putting his hand out to you as you both tried getting over some rocks, in doing so getting close to the waterfall and whatever he wanted to show and tell you. The sky clear of clouds and the wind blowing just soft enough to tickle exposed skin. You can't help but feel as if you're about to be proposed to or confessed to, look at it from a side point; nerdy-ish girl and the delinquent boy go to a waterfall after ditching classes, are BEST FRIENDS and the day is beautiful. That's my story animation right there if I haven't seen it. You knew it wasn't the case though, jotaro never showed any signs of having romantic feelings for you, hurt to admit but you can't live in denial for long.

"alright we're here." He said pulling you onto the concrete. Just as he imagined your face light up light a torch. The waterfall had ingrown plants everywhere, there wasn't any graffiti on it and it looked old, it had beautiful flowers growing from the cracks and vines all around. "wow.." your smile was so big it was starting to hurt a little but you couldn't stop now. Why should you when you're this happy? Jotaro loved seeing you like this. A subtile smile tugging at his lips couldn't be help. He wanted to say how he felt so bad, he wanted to tell you that he loved you, he wanted to scream it from the top of his lungs how me wanted to marry you one day, he wanted to kiss you and laugh with you. His heart aches for you but he had to hold back just a bit longer, first you meet star then maybe if he still has the balls he'll tell you how he feels.

Time went by as you two sat down and just talked for a bit, the subject finally came up. Stands. "So tell me about your star platinum, how does he look? How strong is he? Is he nice or mean???" You bombarded him with questions. "How about I just show you him?" He ask you, rising a brow and turn your head in confusion as to how, as if he read your mind he pulled out some goggles and handed you them. "with these you'll be able to see stands, the people from the speed wagon foundation use them cause some aren't stand users so they invented tech to help them out with us" you put them on and smiled up at him. "Do I look good?" You winked at did finger guns "no you look awful" he chuckled lightly.

"alright. I'ma bring him out 'kay?" He spoke softer then usual. Nodding your head quickly excited to see his stand for the first time. You saw a purple figure slowly rise from jotaro's body, and them as if nothing it was there. There he was for the first time ever for you, Star Platinum. His hair defined the laws of gravity and floated in the air, his skin was purple with a few lines of gold that flowed in squiggles. He wore shoulder pads that looked his armor and a head band type thing his his hair, he was stunning. "holy fuck." Was all you could say. Jotaro chuckled at your response. "He's also pretty strong" before your could say a word you were in star platinums arms, he through you up and cought you like nothing. A mix of screams and laughs escaped you as this happened, jotaro over joyed with how you took it.

Star platinum set you down and retreated back into jotaro's body, "your goggles back good sir" you said handing them back as if you were some sort of knight to the king. "Why thank you my loyal knight" it was rare that he went along with your sarcasm or little things like this, but you loved it when he did. A smile still on both your faces, you semi out of breath, him with a flushed face it was nice to just be here with him like this.

It felt like time slowed as the two of you stood together, he looked at you with soft caring eyes and a warm but small smile. You looked at him with the kid of look only explained like a lover who's finally gotten to see the love of their life after years of not getting to. He wanted to blurt out he loved you, and so did you. It's like you two spoke to eachother without saying a thing. You knew after all this time of not knowing how he felt about you, you knew he loved you. Both of you feeling the connection and spark lighting up with every last once if your beings. He wanted to say I love you so bad but it was to soon, way to soon. So he smiled a little more and rested his hand on top of your head, he didn't want you so see him so this was second best. He would've pulled down his hat but that's to obvious.

"Y/n, I feel like it's pretty clear what I'm..." He stopped to rephrase himself. He hated words at this moment in time. "Y/n, would you like to go on some sort of date with me?" He could feel your body heat up just with his hand on your head. "yea..why not" he knew you wanted to scream yes but he's taking what he's getting. No complaints.

He removed his hand from your head and looked at you for a few seconds. "Let's go back to my place, it's a Friday so if you want you can stay the night or something. Maybe Saturday or Sunday we can do that date thing" he grabbed your hand gently and walked off. "Already holding my hand aye??" You said with a teasing tone "I'm just trying to help you get across don't get the wrong idea." You laughed lightly and started talking about some field trip you went to when you were a kid and how you hated your 6th and 8th grade teacher. He didn't say a single thing once to stop your rant.

#jjba jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro x y/n #jotaro is down bad #waterfall

[cuddlepilefics]

SKZ Season Greetings - 3

First Snow

Considering how contagious this cold seemed to be if it could take out so many people in such a short time, Chan made sure the members all wore masks when they returned to check on their sick friends. He doubted the masks would actually keep them from falling ill but it was worth a try despite the congestion already having settled at the back of his sinuses. Minho too had been clearing his throat a lot during the last hour of their adjusted schedule, so Chan didn't have much hope for the group to stay healthy. There was simply no way their immune systems were in any shape to fight off infections with how overworked and rundown they all were. "I really hope Innie finally managed to get some sleep", Minho mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He had been the one to stay up with Jeongin for most of the previous night but no matter how tired he was, the image of their maknae crying because he just wanted to sleep but felt too awful to kept haunting him. Giving the dancer a reassuring smile, Chan hummed: "I'm sure him and Changbin are resting well. Don't worry too much." It was hard not to worry though and Chan wasn't as sure as he wanted the dancer to believe, yet there was nothing they could do but wait till they got home.

Making sure his mask was properly covering the lower half of his face, Minho unlocked the door to his dorm and let the members in. They had contemplated to split up the dorms differently to avoid contagion but the only two members who hadn't been overly exposed yet were Hyunjin and Felix, so they decided to just cross their fingers and hope for the best. At least, some of the stress eased when they found both Changbin and Jeongin asleep on the couch, so they took turns showering. Hyunjin and Jisung went back to their dorm to shower and promised they'd take a trip to the store to stock up on sick supplies in case their friends' cold would spread. Jisung had been incredibly quiet all day, which Chan wasn't too concerned about. Frequently having their schedule overthrown and rearranged at the last minute put all of them on edge, so it was no wonder that the rapper had started to withdraw. Minho had gone straight to the kitchen, smiling when he realized there was soup on the stove. He hoped their friends had actually eaten something but he doubted it since the pot was almost filled to the brim.

When Chan joined Minho in the kitchen, he found the dancer staring intently at a spot on the wall, clearing his throat. Minho was tightly gripping a glass of water as he tried to rid himself of the irritation in his throat. "You good?", Chan asked softly after Minho sipped some of the water. The dancer nodded, his voice slightly scratchy when he replied: "Yeah, dunno why my throat's so dry all of a sudden." – "Well, you spent a lot of time with Innie last night. Wouldn't be surprised if you were coming down with the same thing", Chan hummed, giving the other a long look to determine if he looked unwell at all. Shrugging, Minho reminded: "So did Seungmin in the late afternoon and you and Jisung spent a lot of time with Changbin. Are you feeling alright?" – "Honestly?", the leader whispered, avoiding his dongsaeng's eyes, "I don't know. My head and sinuses hurt and I feel pretty rundown. The latter could just be our busy schedules but.... It might all just be me imagining things because I know how likely it is that we caught it, so unless I start running a fever I will convince myself it's all just in my head." – "I get what you mean", Minho sighed, finishing the rest of his water, "Guess all of us will have to take it easy for the time being and try not to freak out too much."

To keep himself from freaking out and reading into the sensations within his body too much, Minho busied himself with making dinner. Cooking was a little like therapy to him and now that he had some time on his hands, it was easy to lose himself in the task. A hearty meal would surely cheer his anxious dongsaengs up, besides, their bodies could all use the nutrients to hopefully stay healthy. Felix had joined him at some point after taking a shower, not wanting to stay alone and grateful that his hyung allowed him to help. Seungmin had showered too at this point and was in his room, while Chan had set up his laptop at the dining table to get some more work done. Minho's head shot up when he heard a door being shut with more force than would've been necessary. Glancing towards the living room, he saw Jeongin alone and luckily still asleep. No sooner than the bathroom door was shut behind him, Changbin broke into a painful cough. Yeah, no wonder the maknae's ribs felt sore if he's been coughing like this all night.

"I'll go check on him", Chan sighed worriedly, fetching the rapper a glass of water before making his way to the bathroom. The leader's heart ached when he saw the tears in his friend's eyes. Setting down the glass on the sink, Chan patted Changbin's back and hummed: "That doesn't sound good." – "Innie's worse", the younger choked out, wiping his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He gratefully accepted a drink and after clearing his throat a few times, he was able to stop coughing. "How have you been? Did you read my text?", Chan asked quietly as he took a seat on the edge of the tub. Washing his hands, Changbin splashed some cold water on his fever-flushed face before taking a seat on the closed toilet lid. Holding his head in his hands, the rapper admitted: "Didn't know you texted me. Slept for most of the day after we turned on a movie. The coughing only really started now and I finally get what Innie meant when he told me his ribs ached. Gosh, that was exhausting."

After Chan had updated Changbin on their situation, he walked the rapper back to the living room, smiling when Jeongin woke up for a moment and reached out his arms. Slipping under the blanket, Changbin pulled the maknae into a hug and looked at Chan expectantly when the oldest felt their dongsaeng's forehead. Chan's grimace was enough for Changbin to know that Jeongin was still incredibly feverish and the blankets probably weren't helping with that but he had been so cold earlier.

Felix and Seungmin had already started to lay the table, while Minho finished up preparing dinner, glancing at the clock. A smile spread on his lips when the front door opened and Hyunjin and Jisung shuffled into the dorm. Kicking off their shoes, they shook the snow out of their hair before setting their shopping bags down. "Woah, it's snowing?!", Felix gasped, dashing over to the window to take a look outside. Blowing into his frozen hands to warm them up, Jisung smiled: "Yeah, it just started while we were on our way back. Got cold quickly after the sun went down." – "Go wash your hands, so we can get a hot meal into you", Minho instructed as he saw his dongsaengs shiver, "We can unpack those bags later."

Jeongin had woken up from the commotion and sleepily sat up, rubbing his face into the blanket. "Hey there", Changbin whispered, tightening his arms around the maknae, "You feeling a little better after your nap?" The younger only shrugged, looking around the dorm and realizing their friends were back. While Minho went to check on Jeongin, Chan and Seungmin plated the food and already started to serve it. That was also when Chan realized that they wouldn't have had to put on masks because they'd have to remove them for their meal anyway. Suppressing a sigh, Chan accepted that there wasn't much they could do and that he'd only be able to deny the increasing headache for so long.

Though Changbin and Jeongin loved Minho's cooking, they decided to have some of the soup Changbin had made earlier as their throats felt too swollen to swallow anything solid. At that point, Jisung softly spoke up, awkwardly requesting: "Could I have some of that soup too?" – "Are you okay, Hannie?", Minho frowned worriedly as the younger stared down at his hands. Not daring to look up, the rapper nodded and whispered: "My throat's just been a little irritated all day and I'm not really hungry anyway, so...." – "Hang on", Chan frowned as he got up to grab the other a bowl, "Is that why you've been so quiet today?" – "Yeah, talking hurts a bit, so I tried to keep it down", Jisung mumbled, picking at his nails. Placing a bowl of soup in front of the rapper, Chan smiled sadly: "You could've told us you weren't feeling well, you know." – "I thought my mind was making it up and it wasn't too bad", the younger breathed, "It only really started to hurt when I breathed the cold air on our way back." Gently, ruffling Jisung's hair, Chan went back to his seat and instructed. "Go to bed early, yeah? It'll be a quiet evening anyway, so try resting before you start feeling worse."

Changbin had taken Jisung along to watch a movie with him and Jeongin after they had confirmed that he was running a fever too. When the others had cleared the table, Minho caught Chan swallowing a pill and raised his eyebrow at the leader. "The headache's only getting worse", the oldest admitted, finishing the rest of his drink. Biting his lip, Minho hummed: "You said unless you develop a fever you'll convince yourself it's nothing. I think now would be a good time to take your temperature because I don't like that glassy look in your eyes. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you caught it too. You don't look good." He didn't want to remind the Aussie that he probably had the worst immune system out of all of them from how much he often overworked himself and he didn't have to. Closing his eyes, Chan rested his forehead against the kitchen cabinet and sighed: "I guess. What about you? Your voice sounds hoarse." – "Throat's a little irritated but that's about it for now", Minho shrugged, giving his only hyung a crooked smile, "Go take your temperature and get some rest. We'll be fine. Even if all of us catch it, which is not all that unlikely, we'll be fine. Don't think too much." The older nodded before composing himself to go and take his temperature.

As Chan stared at the reading on the thermometer, there was no denying it any longer. Hyunjin and Felix were unloading the shopping bags onto the dining table when the leader returned, a frown etched on his face. "What's wrong, hyung? You look frustrated", Hyunjin asked with a small pout. Biting his lip, Chan sighed. "I am frustrated. Frustrated because I'm sick." – "Aww, no", Felix hummed sympathetically, "Maybe you wanna go join the rest of our sickies. I think they're about to start a movie and you usually like Disney movies." The leader visibly perked up at that and padded over to the living room. Having overheard their conversation, Jisung already poured his hyung a cup of tea and patted the spot next to him, ready to share his blanket with the older.

Hyunjin just finished up restocking the medicine cabinet in the bathroom when Seungmin joined him, a bundle of laundry under his arm. He had gathered Jeongin's sweaty bedsheets and started a wash load while Minho put fresh sheets on Jeongin's bed. The dancer also used the opportunity to slip into his own room and change his clothes. He had started to feel a little cold, especially after watching half of the group cuddle up together under multiple blankets. Glancing out the window and watching the tiny snowflakes drift to the ground, Minho decided it was time to wear his Christmas sweater. Despite their circumstances, he smiled a little as he made his way back to the common area.

Hyunjin and Felix had put everything away and were discussing Christmas decorations when Minho joined them in the kitchen. Stirring a large pot of hot chocolate, Felix turned to the older and asked: "If we'll all be out off work, which doesn't seem so unlikely with how many are sick already, do you think we could decorate the dorm this year, hyung? We've been too busy last year but I'd love the holiday aesthetic. If it bothers anyone, I can limit decorations to only my room but I think it'd be a lot more fun if we did the whole dorm." – "I don't mind if you want to decorate the rest of the dorm too", Minho shrugged pulling up a chair, so he could sit down while he watched his dongsaengs. "Neither do I", Seungmin piped in, returning from the bathroom, "And I highly doubt Innie does. If he wasn't feeling so bad, he'd probably insist on helping you decorate." – "Maybe wait till tomorrow though", Minho hummed and pulled his legs up to his chest, his voice a little scratchy, "I think Jisung's already asleep and it won't take long till Chan's out too, so we should let them sleep and I think decorating is more fun if you listen to the right music." Felix could only agree, thinking back to the Christmas playlist he had compiled over the past few weeks.

With Hyunjin's help, the Aussie started to transfer the hot chocolate into cups. Hyunjin walked off to bring Chan, Changbin and Jeongin theirs so their leader wouldn't miss out due to being asleep like Jisung. Minho gratefully wrapped his hands around the warm cup when Felix handed it to him, the warmth making him sleepy in his seat. He really wanted to join his friends for some cuddles and he doubted he had anything to lose because he already felt like he was coming down with something but as long as he wasn't confirmed sick, he should be a good role model and not 'risk it' on purpose. Thanking Felix for the drink, Minho retreated to his room to huddle under his blanket, ready to go to sleep as soon as his cup was empty. Seungmin too headed to his own room and settled into bed early, telling his friends goodnight. Realizing that almost everyone was asleep or seconds away from falling asleep, Felix pulled Hyunjin along to his room and th pair got comfortable on the Aussie's bed. While they sipped their hot chocolate, they discussed how they'd decorate the dorm in the morning before dozing off in each other's embrace.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #stray kids #sick #skz #snz

[theloonatic]

This is it IT'S THE VENT POST EVERYONE!!!!

What The Fuck Happened In Cadets summer camp

(Ps. I've censored names of people and places as I don't want to get in trouble for people getting any bombs under their cyars)

Tw: Bugs, Throwing Up, most if not all illegal shit, child neglect and the Ramen Sink

*let's start with a banger, a kid beat someone with a belt so bad that the police had to escort them out. We hated the kid so much we threw a party

*a kid got permanently kicked out for r@pe threats and kicking a locker over

*Five kids got in "trouble" for shoving q tips up their.....posteriors....and in peoples mouths when they were sleeping. I say "trouble" because one who I'll call Chris P became Lance corporal :,) as a result we called him "Lance corporal q tips" or "Lance corporal poo tips"

*The tuck shop was chaos. I mean chaos. These bitches were bringing out 6 and 7 tubs of pot noodle and candy floss, and a colleague of mine I'll call Spiders Georg for anonymity had taken 3 bottles of lucozade out every day. The pot noodle issue got so out of hand (and boys were spitting them on my first dorms window) they opened them after they cooked them to stop people taking them away. This only (seemingly) worked for the boys as my first dorm had a kettle and like 25+ pot noodle packets.

*I say first dorm. There were 3 girls dorms and I went through all. The first one was full of older girls, addicted to vapes and alcohol and only really talked about sleeping with boys and hiding the pot noodles. The second was full of girls from my school, pricks who bullied my friends.

The third was me and a girl just, but she left before the last day from sickness.

*I made two friends, but they went fairly quick. I'll call them Danny and Soda. Danny got a seizure halway in and was sent home, and Soda got homesick and went home.

*We found a fully empty wine bottle under the stairs while cleaning

*THE CAMPING TRIP :). The camping trip had so many ants that they'd actually crawl around u and on you as you cooked stuff, stinging u at every opportunity.

*The Duke of Edinburgh tryout was hell on earth. The tail of a hurricane was hitting, and so I and 5 others strode along the beach in rain and sleet and horrifying wind. I wasn't able to tell if it was water, spit, snot or tears in my face and on my clothes, and it was so cold my fingers went numb

* The pot noodle, both from dorm 1 and the tuck shop, caused so many issues. First, people drank it and threw it up/spat it on our windows. Second, there was the ramen sink incident, where someone put ramen in our sink. It wasn't cleaned till the last day, and I was the only one who stepped up. 💪 built diff fr

*they didn't let us use phone alarms. They had to wake us up, and the clowns didn't ever do it on time. Hence lots of rage.

*speaking of alarms, on a camping trip, aforementioned colleague Spiders Georg left his in his locker, and said alarm was "Good morning Vietnam" followed by 40 minutes of Paranoia by Black sabbath.

*There was a raid. The other section's boys raided our section's, as a result they couldn't go to the tuck shop or parties. 4000 pounds was stolen, along with earphones and underwear.

*there was also suspected internal theft. One girl lost 14 bras, and another lost her headphones. They suspected me at second (their friends first), but then some of my socks went missing too. None were ever found

And last but not least, This Was A Promo Club. For the British Army. I thought it was just like a club scouts thing, but it was truly hell on earth, followed with children being encouraged and trained into joining the military. Don't ever fall for this.

Well that's it moral is don't be afraid to give up (I didn't give up, I'll admit the last night in my own dorm was kinda nice and the free toast and hot drinks too) and also don't trust the army. 👍

#hell on earth #never ate pot noodle since

[diligentquill]

THE OTHER WORLD

Fandom - House of the Dragon

Pairing - Ser Harwin Strong X fem!Reader

Synopsis - A foreigner catches Ser Harwin's eye, and they share a moment.

Word Count - 1.5k+

Warnings - Foul language

The shore of the King's Landing was a sight for sore eyes. After spending the last couple of weeks cooped up inside a ship, Y/N had almost forgotten what walking on the land felt like. The sound of shrieking seagulls and fishermen filled her ears as the vessel was pulled to a halt at the port.

The place was bustling with the commotion of traders and the townsfolk, and it was so loud that she was sure that her ears would be ringing for days. She groaned. Her head felt like it was being pelted with stones.

Y/N despised sea voyages. They made her throw up day and night every couple of hours till she had nothing left in her stomach to hurl. And this time was no different. Worse perhaps.

The effort it took her to emerge from her cabin was painstaking. Anyone could tell by her face that the poor girl was overcome with sickness. She hobbled towards the wooden ladder and stopped in front of it. Everything was still swaying beneath her feet. She knew that if she tried to get down, she would definitely plummet in the most ungraceful manner.

Just as she was contemplating another trip back home, a young sailor called from the dock, "Give me your hand, lass."

This had to be better than more weeks inside that damned boat. Y/N crouched and stretched her arms towards him, bracing herself for yet another wave of nausea as the man lifted her and placed her on the ground.

She held onto his biceps for a good minute until she was sure the dock was not moving anymore. "There is a healer's place down that street." He said in a thick accent. Oh good, a stroll down a stinking street among sweaty crowds is precisely what she needed right now.

"Thank you, you are most kind." All she could offer him was a weak smile for his courtesy. She removed her hands from his arms and peered in the direction he was pointing at.

"I could carry you if you want, but it will cost you another copper." He mused, grinning wide.

Y/N sighed. Men.

She barely had the strength to stand, let alone come up with witty replies to put him in his place.

"I can find my way." Without sparing him another glance, she started towards the supposed healer's place. He was indeed saying something to her, but his voice dissolved among others in the clamour.

.

Only the Gods knew how she did it, but she managed to find the wretched place after searching for half an hour. It was as filthy as the rest of the market, but the old man's herbs did make her feel significantly better.

"Take this. Three drops in the water after every meal." The healer handed her a small vial with a greyish liquid in it. Y/N nodded drowsily. The constant vomiting had kept her from the comfort of a night's sleep. As much as she wanted to doze off right there, she had to be in the Red Keep.

Holding the nearby pillar as support, she hauled herself from her seat. Although her headache was alleviated, her appetite remained missing in action. It felt like she was ravenous and nauseous at the same time, which isn't a good thing when you have to walk several miles. She wondered if she could make it in her groggy state without collapsing mid-way.

As if she hadn't suffered enough for one day, Y/N completely forgot about the two stairs at the entrance of the small cottage. Her heart almost stopped beating as her foot glided straight across the steps, sending her toppling backwards. She gasped. The Mother of Misfortunes was smiling upon her today.

Or perhaps not.

It happened within the blink of an eye. Seemingly out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her arm to prevent the fall, or it was the intention. Y/N still landed on her behind; at least she didn't hit her head.

Her other hand shot upwards and clutched the gentleman's shoulder. Much to her horror, she felt a wet patch underneath his shirt.

"You're bleeding, sir!" Y/N exclaimed, looking up at the man who had saved her from a concussion. Dark curls shielded his eyes. Trying to hide his grimace from the young lady, he dipped his head low, but his grip on her never went lax. It was evident that he was in blinding pain.

"Must have popped some stitches." He chuckled, out of breath.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I feel dreadful-"

"Okay, up you get!"

A deep, guttural sound emerged from his throat when he heaved another breath and pulled her up from the ground. Her torso collided with his rather broad form, causing blood to rush into her neck. They were closer than they probably should have been in public.

Y/N didn't even notice when her hand flew and landed on his chest, but she could swear that she felt soft thumps of his heart against her palm. She retracted it awkwardly, but her eyes refused to avert from his. His furrowed eyebrows eased as he saw a glimpse of her face. Even though she was visibly ill, something about her features was striking. The warrior who had seen and fought alongside dragons was rendered speechless by a girl probably half his size.

His gaze flickered towards her lips. When it returned to meet her eyes, she observed a ghost of a smirk on his mouth. So obscene. The woman, known to be outspoken and making men chase their tails in her pursuit, succumbed to timidity this time and lowered her own. Fortunately, the growing spot of crimson over the man's shoulder was a more pressing matter than his bold glances.

"Your stitches," For some reason, Y/N couldn't raise her voice above a whisper.

"Yes."

"They've burst open."

"I know." This man was unabashed. Or maybe he liked the sound of her voice? Small and flustered.

Y/N cleared her throat and cocked her chin up. She might be in a foreign land, but there was no way a stranger could make her feel like a shy little girl. "You should get it fixed before it festers." Scrounging the depths of her throat, she found a little more nerve to speak louder; loud enough for him to listen.

But Gods was he beautiful. His eyes were clear blue, the colour of a cold winter night, but he looked at her with such fondness, like an astray sunflower longing for the sun. A thick beard, rich in the deepest browns, covered the lower half of his face.

"I've had worse."

Y/N tugged her arm gently. His fingers came loose. They could hear the people around them muttering under their breaths and snickering. Excellent. It hadn't been a day since she set foot on the Westerosi capital, and she had already made a spectacle of herself. Her cousin would be pleased to hear this.

"Well, you better get that checked before they have to carve it out of you." She taunted. Her lips moulded into a tight smile, making him break into a laugh. Oh, she was adorable.

"Your concern is touching." His eyes drank in her figure, from the top of her head to her toes. Y/N was taken aback. Impudence seemed to come to him like second nature. She scoffed, shaking her head. She would have a hard time adjusting to the men in this kingdom. But if fortune permitted, she wouldn't have to stay that long.

.

The sound of hoofbeats interrupted their little tempest. The man tore his attention from the girl and looked behind her. His expression hardened. Y/N turned around to find the crowd scampering to make way for a white cloak. His armour shone in the sun as he walked up them, his search finally coming to an end.

Both men glared at one another as if they thought the other to be a mindless degenerate.

"Cole."

"Strong." Everybody watched in silence as they greeted each other with faux politeness.

Strong. So Y/N's knight in a dress shirt was called Strong. Well, it was a fitting name indeed. She couldn't help but allow a smile to creep up her face. Little did she know, it didn't go unnoticed by the watchful eyes of the knight.

"What brings you here, Ser Cole?" He asked, only to be ignored by the other man. He immediately turned to Y/N and sent a bow in her direction. "You must be Lady Y/N of Rivermire. Her grace, the queen, awaits you."

Suddenly the murmurs of the crowd grew louder. Her cousin might really be in despair if she had dispatched a search party for her already.

Sweet.

She nodded and walked over to the horse beside Ser Cole's. He helped her mount the stallion before hopping up his own. As the white cloak rode away, Y/N glanced at Strong, who was now clutching his bleeding shoulder.

"So the queen sent you a ride. Who are you, again?", he smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She sassed. But his smile only grew wider.

"I will. Since you have my blood on your hands."

"Oh, aren't you a delight, Mr Strong?"

"Ser. Ser Harwin Strong."

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[thirteensfavoritetoy]

So here's my story for Thasmin Secret Santa 2022, tagging @thasminsecretsanta and @starstruckthirteen , hope you like it, I'll also be posting it to AO3 shortly.

STARLIGHT, STAR BRIGHT...

"Seriously Doctor?"

Yasmin Khan looked askance at the Doctor after eyeing the unusual sleeping setup that the Doctor had arranged for them on this trip.

They had just arrived at their "campsite" in a clearing near a wooded area somewhere north of Sheffield. As the Doctor had explained on the way, the TARDIS had already dropped off everything needed...which was apparently nothing more than a bed.

But not just any bed of course...

Their bed.

Or at least Yaz thought of it that way.

It was actually a bed from a spare bedroom in one of the TARDIS's multiple bedroom wings, but Yaz liked to think of it as "their" bed, ever since they'd first landed on it...in the console room, no less...following their first unpleasant encounter with Karvanista.

After that, they had shared the bed a few times.

Well not really "shared", Yaz reminded herself. We'd sometimes be wandrin' 'round while talkin', an' I'd get a bit knackered, so sometimes we'd just go into that bedroom 'cuz it was convenient, an' lay on the bed an' keep talkin' till I nodded off. Usually she wouldn't stay, but a coupla times she nodded off too.

OK I take it back, we most deffo did share a bed then, Yaz smiled to herself with that realization. Maybe not "shared" like that but-

"What ya thinkin' 'bout Yaz?"

The younger woman's train of thought was interrupted by the Doctor's voice.

"Hmm, sorreh?"

"I seen ya smilin'."

"Oh that. Emm, just thinkin' 'bout the times we'd be crash out on that bed late at night or whenever it was."

Recalling those shared memories, the Doctor likewise smiled to herself.

"Hmm...yeh, an' it was pretty much always after we'd just done somethin' really cool, an' then we'd be talkin' 'bout it later. Like that time we went to that amusement park on Hydris 9, remember that?"

Yaz rolled her eyes before replying.

"How could I ever forget? You insisted we ride that hypercoaster an' I was sick for almost three hours after that."

"OK that part wasn't fun yeh, but it was still an overall fun day, right?"

"Yeh it was, once I was able to eat again without vomming all over meself."

The Doctor now rolled her eyes, but decided it best to not reply to that and instead changed the subject back to matters in the present.

"So...anyway, got the TARDIS to drop off the bed here. Thought this'd be a nice spot for campin'. Nice weather out tonight, gettin' dark soon, not too much light pollution where we are here, should make for some good stargazin'."

"Hm, well, at least I know the bed is right comfy," Yaz said as she flopped down on the right side...my side of our bed, she thought to herself.

***************************************

The two women lay quietly next to each other for a short while, gazing up at the night sky spread out before them, before Yaz spoke up.

"Doctor, I was wondrin'...bedroom that this came from, right?"

"Yeh?"

"Was it someone else's bedroom?"

The Doctor smiled, a gentle smile tinged with sadness as she answered the question.

"Yeh. Amy an' Rory's. The Ponds. Well it was actually Williams but I called 'em the Ponds. Long story. But yeh this was their bed. They used t'have bunk beds but they wanted a regular one. Never understood why y'wouldn't want beds with a ladder. Coolest thing ever."

Yaz snorted out loud.

"What's so funny Yaz?"

"Well...bein' as they were a couple...em, they were a couple, right?"

"Yeh, married an' all that."

"Yeh so I think I understand why they didn't want bunk beds. Not exactly conducive for, uh, relations an' all."

"Well they had the bunk beds for a while when they traveled with me an' it wasn't till later on that they asked for a regular one so I guess they made it work."

The Doctor then made air quotes with her fingers.

'Relations an' all,' as ya said."

Yaz giggled lightly at this, then turned her eyes skyward again for a few moments before asking another question.

"So they were fam before me an' Ryan an' Graham?"

"Hmmmh," the Doctor exhaled out in the barest suggestion of a laugh. "Actually they were. Fam, I mean. Literally."

She paused before continuing.

"I was married to their daughter."

Yaz had to let that sink in for a few seconds before she could wrap her mind around it.

"Wait, is this the wife ya mentioned back when we were fightin' the Sea Devils?"

"Yeh, that were her. River Song...well, Melody Po--er, Williams actually, but everyone called her River Song. 'Nother long story."

"So this were your actual family."

The Doctor's face tensed as the memories of what she'd lost came over her. She licked her lips before answering.

"Yeh. Yeh they were."

"So...where are they now?"

The Doctor closed her eyes, trying in vain to keep the pain at bay. Yaz turned to see the pain on her face and immediately regretted asking the question.

"Doctor, I'm sor--"

"They're all gone."

She now turned to face Yaz.

"I lost Amy an' Rory to the Weepin' Angels. They got sent back to the past. Created a fixed point in time that I couldn't change. An' River..."

She turned away again.

"River died in a library shortly after we first met."

"Emm...what--"

"We were both time travelers, but we never met in the same order. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey, I used to say."

Yaz decided to save trying to figure all that out for a later time, and instead focused on the person next to her.

"Doctor, I'm... I'm so sorreh."

The Doctor took in a deep breath, then spoke again.

"Yaz...when I told ya that I couldn't fix m'self to anyone, I wasn't quite honest with ya. I have, in the past."

Pause.

"Me an' River were married for 24 years, in Earth time that is, an' the whole time I knew how an' when it was gonna end. At the library. An' as much as I wanted to enjoy our time together there wasn't a day that it didn't hurt, even if just a bit."

She turned again to face Yaz.

"Graham said that grief takes time, an' he was right. Thing is though, when you're basically immortal, it's like the grieving never stops. The longer ya live, the more people ya love, it's like you're never not grieving for someone ya lost."

Yaz could feel the tears forming in her eyes as the full impact of the Doctor's pain hit her like a ton of bricks. Her Doctor...the one who'd saved the universe and everyone in it so many times, who'd endured so much pain and grief and horror over countless millennia...

Her tears streaked down her face and fell, dampening the sheets.

"Ooh...Yaz..."

The Doctor wanted so badly to reach out, to wipe away Yaz's tears, to tell her that it was all right, but she didn't. She couldn't.

The pair endured the brief but awkward silence as Yaz wiped away her own tears, then the Doctor went on.

"Yaz...I...I don't know if what's goin' on with us now is gonna work...I mean, things bein' the way they are now an' all...but..."

Yaz remained silent, patiently waiting for the Doctor to continue in her own time. After a moment, the Doctor quirked one cheek into a literal half-smile.

"But...well, I'm fixed to ya now."

"But do ya want to be fixed to me Doctor? Not 'cuz ya just are, but that ya want to be?"

The Doctor continued looking directly into Yasmin Khan's dark brown eyes, seeing the depths of love and loyalty that this brilliant and amazing human had for her. She felt her own eyes becoming moist.

"Yes, Yaz. I want this. I want to be fixed to ya. As in properly fixed, like Amy an' Rory to each other."

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"But honestly, I'm not sure how I can be, considering...well..."

She trailed off, looking downward and away from Yaz as a single tear slowly made its way down her face.

Yaz moved herself closer until their faces were mere inches apart.

"Doctor, look at me."

Slowly, she complied with Yaz's request.

"I want that too, more than ya can imagine, an' I don't know how either."

She waited a beat, then went on.

"But you're the most brilliant person in this universe or any other. An' it turns out I'm right clever too."

The Doctor smiled at this as another tear formed in her eye.

"We'll figure somethin' out, you an' me. An' it might not count for much, but I know a good way to start."

"What's that?"

Yaz turned her eyes to the vast heavens above them, then back to the woman before her.

"Plenty of stars out tonight Doctor."

She made a motion to brush the tear away from the Doctor's face, fingers gently tracing the outline of the Doctor's cheek, causing the hologram to shimmer and sparkle in the starlight.

"Make a wish."

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #13th doctor #yasmin khan #thasmin #thasmin secret santa 2022 #starstruckthirteen #fanfiction #fanfic

[darkimpala1897]

Another au that I have spaced out thinking about but I haven't written yet

This one is called three jocks and a baby and here's the amazing headcanons

The baby just showed up at Benny's dinner in a car seat with a note attached that said "I'm sorry I can't do this E"

Andy was the one to find said baby he sorta tripped over the car seat and fell face first in the dirt

Jason thought it was some sick joke Eddie was playing like he stole someone's baby or something all because at the end of the note it said E

Yes they took it to Eddie well it was screaming bloody murder and Steve because he's mama Steve just immediately took the poor thing rocking it looking at them like they were the most horrible people on the planet

Eddie being well Eddie said something along the lines of "You do know how sex works, it's needs a man and a woman to create that."

Jason smacked him for that one telling him to qoute on qoute "take it back."

Eddie being well Eddie said "To who God."

Steve well they were arguing made a list of what they needed giving it to Andy

They went to the baby store absolutely confused poor guys and Andy the entire time was holding it away from him like it was gonna bite him or something

Gareth by some odd miracle was there because his mom recently had a baby and he was there getting last minute stuff for her and he just sees Andy walk by holding this poor baby like it's a disease he doesn't know what to do except laugh but also thank god for the hilarious Karma

He obviously went over there and helped Andy hold it the right way well also teaching him the jiggle but no he didn't help them with shopping he just watched finding it hilarious

They didn't know what it was till they changed it which yes they rocked paper sissored it and poor Chance lost they found out it was boy it went something along these lines

Chance gagging trying to keep it together

Jason covering his nose: "God that's toxic that's not human."

Andy trying to keep his lunch down: "Hey it's a boy."

Exactly how that went in my head poor Chance

They called it baby for almost a day intill they read on the blanket in the car seat that it's name was Wyatt

They decided to just keep Wyatt in the Carver's guest house because no they have no idea who mommy dearest is so they have no idea which one of them is the father

Putting the crib together was the funniest thing ever they called it baby jail and it took them forever to put it together because the instructions were in Swedish

Wyatt doesn't even use the crib all that much he either sleeps in someones arms or in the pack and play which was much easier to put together by the way

Jason calls the baby swing they found the holy grail because it gives them two hours of peace at most

Steve comes over every once and awhile just to make sure the kid is still alive that's how much faith he has in them

Eddie gets dragged along for the wellness check were he pretends to not enjoy but he does

Gareth even does a wellness check every now and again because he also has little to no faith in the idiots that are Chance Jason and Andy

The first time they gave Wyatt a bottle was a interesting experience because they had no idea what they were doing Andy was reading from a baby book giving advice Chance was making sure Jason was holding him correctly so he doesn't choke and die Jason was about to start ripping his hair out

Wyatt only spits up on Jason it's the funniest thing at least according to Eddie because to him karma was doing amazing

Andy figured out how to make him laugh about two weeks after they got him he just has to pull his hat over his eyes and say peak a boo it's so cute

Wyatt won't sleep unless Chance hums Baba O'Riley by The Who to him

Steve enjoy's babysitting for them he just loves kids

Even though Jason, Chance and Andy are curious about which one of them is Wyatt's father they actually don't really want to know

They take him to the aquarium like it's the cutest thing ever

Should I write this in the future or just leave it in my head?

Peace✌️

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #steddie #steve stranger things #incorrect quotes #jason carver #steve harrington #stranger things au #chance #andy stranger things #gareth emerson #headcanon #post canon

[suffering-frombrain-rot]

JJBA Fugo vent post!

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ Golden wind and Purple Haze Feedback spoilers ahead, read at your own risk~

So Fugo is kind of a heavily debated topic as some people think of him as a traitor, some don't, some laugh about how he only has one stand fight, and the like.

Honestly, I don't blame Fugo for leaving at all, it was honestly the smartest and in character decision for him to make and Bruno told the gang to not follow him unless they wanted to, he didn't even expect anyone to come with him, he probably would have preferred them not to come with him at all.

With that out of the way, I want to just rant a little about this boy and his personality, character, backstory, etc...

Growing up, Fugo was a gifted kid and had anger issues that he carried throughout the rest of his life, although that's not his whole character.

Many fans depict Fugo as the angry diseased cheese man and that's all he's boiled down to, and that's not Fugo at all.

For the most part, he hates all of the anger in him, that's why he hates his stand so much, as described in PHF, he doesn't see Purple Haze as a blessing, rather a curse, it's a constant reminder to him of his anger and rage.

It's not till the end of PHF that he finally comes to terms with the stand and makes it stronger by coexisting with it.

Other than that, Fugo genuinely kind and often soft spoken when he's not triggered by something.

First off, he didn't want to join Bruno in the Mafia because he was afraid of hurting him. He then went on to taking Narancia in after seeing him homeless in the streets. How I see this is Fugo saw a small, helpless kid, sick and alone and it was a reflection of how Fugo probably saw himself in the future if if wasn't for Bruno. He just had to help him, it was his instinct.

Even in PHF, he becomes enraged by one of the waiters insulting Narancia and his circumstance, and he couldn't explain why he felt that way.

Even later, he volunteered to help tutor Narancia because he wanted to help someone in need, and (in my opinion) knew Narancia never had a chance at a normal life and that was the least he could do.

And yeah he hurts Narancia when he messes up but he ultimately always apologizes because that heated anger isn't him and he'd never want to hurt the people he cares about.

Even before Narancia is sent on that shopping trip, he gets upset that he wasn't taking his instruction seriously, but that's just because he csres too much. We even see that when he mentions that Narancia is talking too long to get back, he was concerned, and of course their safety was at risk but he does care.

And all of the time that he's cool, in the English dub especially, his voice is very soft and smooth, it's like he's either trying to keep himself calm, or he's just always been that way. His voice never seems to raise unless he's yelling but it seems to stay... monotone? I guess?

And he doesn't get angry just because, he's clearly neurodivergent, obviously he got into college at thirteen and was always gifted, but his anger always has a trigger that he can't control and that's what his stand represents.

This is also why he only has one stand fight, he never wants to use Purple Haze unless ABSOLUTELY necessary, like how Abbachio mentions. It's probably because he feels ashamed that he can end lives so easily and it's not something he ever intended on being able to do. So his place in the Mafia is mostly driving people around or taking care of higher level offenders that Bruno sees that only HE can take care of.

Jumping topics, because this is gonna be hella chaotic as I'm just writing what comes to mind...

I love PHF because it is a complex story, fleshing out Fugo's character and tying up all the loose ends of GW, I never felt content with the ending of part 5 because I felt it lacked something that could have been put into maybe two ish more episodes??

Anyways, in PHF,

It's insane to imagine what Fugo has to go through, coping with losing the only friends and family he had, besides Mista, and being taken out of his "retirement" of the Mafia six months, just to be sent on a heavy mission by the new kid that he only knew for at least a week.

Although I love the moment in Part 5 when Giorno makes a vaccine for Purple Haze, it really helped get Fugo to trust Giorno and builded both of their characters, that's not enough to make up for the fact that Giorno was technically the catalyst that caused Buccigang to fall.

And he was just t h r o w n into a mission that he didn't ask for.

The whole thing was just a beautiful way to fill out Fugo's character and give a better light on parts of him that were understood.

We get to see the inner workings of his mind and helps readers understand Fugo and his past.

This is all I have for now because I'm losing my train of thought but there will probably be a part 2

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba golden wind #jjba part 5 #Fugo #pannacotta fugo #phf #purple haze feedback #fugo rant #because I love him

[its-my-whump]

Whumptober 27+28+29

No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.” - Scars | “Let me see”

No. 28: Bloody Knife

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” - Troubled Past Resurfacing

Hummingbird 27+28+29

Part 2 of 3

It's only getting darker from here on out. Please watch yourselves. There is and will be emotional whump, despair, self-doubt, self-inflicted wounds and gore.

(Story starts here / previous)

...

"My name is Montgomery van Statten. Back in the day everybody called me ..."

"Ddd-doctor Monty, the friendly aid." Sam finished his sentence with pale lips.

Every color had vanished from Sam's face. He was dead still, his eyes wide. An uncountable amount of emotions was rushing through them. Doctor Monty was a pedriatrist, from his childhood. Yeah, actually, his childhood. His mother took him to 'Doc Monty the friendly aid', when he was really really young, before... before Nathaniel. Before all of it. He couldn't really remember till now. Grey...Doc Monty was young then, just became a doctor. He was bigger in any kind of way, but yes his face looked familiar. He had at least 40 pounds more then and he had aged by now.

Suddenly Sam remembered. When he didn't want to cooperate, the Doc called him 'Mister Andrew Samuel Cooper' in this specific tone. How could he not have made that connection? Sam couldn't breathe.

"How long...how... I mean. How long have you... have you been watching me? I...mean... I was 5...6." His voice just slipped away.

It felt like Grey/Fuckfack/Doctor Monty just jammed a knife inside his heart. But not from the outside. Maybe it was more like a part on his soul just broke off, fell like a stone and disolves into nothingness, leaving an odd cold sensation behind. The feeling spread like a dark wind, from beneath his heart. It found a way to his back, creeping up and down his spin, preventing him from breathing. Sam felt paralysed and cold. And it all came from within.

"You were 4 an'n half, I believe. It's been more then 2 decades by now. But I will always rememeber the moment you stepped foot into my office. Proudly holding your mothers hand. She was more anxious then you." Monty smiled, wallowing in memories.

Sam felt physically ill. He wanted to throw up. His hands felt clammy, still holding onto the silverware for dear life. He was holding a semi-sharp knife and a forke and had pulled his hands to his lap unconsciously. He could have attacked that sick man right now, but every muscles was paralysed by this revelation. He didn't even think about fighting.

Grey...Doc Monty eyed him concerned. Stirn lines in his face vanished as he seemed to read Sam's mind. "Oh relax little one, I haven't been watching you for 20 years."

It wasn't that his statement was making any of this any better. Sam couldn't move, couldn't think, wanted to run and hide away forever. He was in shock and yet surprised, that he was still able to speak at all.

But that wasn't his voice, he could hear. It was so emotionless, so flat and liveless. It couldn't have been his words spoken aloud. By all his feelings just going haywair, there was no way this could be his voice speaking, so calmly.

"So, how long?"

Monty's...Grey's concern turned into something more happy, he looked kind of confident, almost proud.

"After I had to close my practice, I had to - lets say - spend some quality time outside national borders and lost track of you. I came back a few years ago and there is nothing like coincendent, I believe. The moment I set foot onto homesoil, it was all over the news. Your hiking trip, I mean."(*) There was another emotion finding its way into Grey's face. Something like sorrow. Sam seemed to have lost the last remaining color by him mentioning his almost fatal encounter with nature. "How is Tonya by the way?"

Sam hadn't even recognised, that he wasn't breathing, when his body forced an audible inhale to counter his rising emotions. Rage was spiking throughout him, almost unstoppable. Also Sam hadn't realised, that his right hand still holding the knife, was pressing down the dull blade of the silverware into his now empty palm of his left hand under the rim of the tablecloth. 'How dare he...'

But Monty continued, unimpressed by Sam's wild but pale expression. Suddenly his eyes went sad and his voice lost its cheerish undertone. "If I had known, what had happened to you." It almost looked, like his eyes went glazy, sadness and despair so clearly shown on the older man's face. Sam caught himself by nearly feeling for him. 'What is wrong with you? He is talking about your fucked up past. Get your shit together, you moron!' His inner voice yelled at him in raging silence.

"But despite everything, you had such a good run, after... after you left home." The look Sam must have thrown over the tabe by that word, let Grey hesitate. "After you left your fam... after you left. Peter was a real good friend and you literally crawled your way back from the bottom of that canyon. I'm so proud of you, hummingbird."

'What the fuck was he getting at?' Sam just couldn't comprehend why Monty/Fuckface was listing all the shitty events of his life.' Sam felt fury rising under the surface. He needed an outlet or he would burst any moment. So he unconsciously pressed the knife harder and deeper into his own palm, without even noticing.

"But Peter went to MIT and got this great job. And you just stayed, not capable of living a full life. Because you just don't know how to. You always fall for the wrong gril. Jessy was a bitch, she didn't deserve you anyway. And there was Kathrin and Ann and... At any rate you push away anyone, who tries to be good to you. I mean Tonya... You can not keep a job for too long and when you were almost crushed the other day and got fired in the end, I had to step in."

Sam swallow hard, not sure if Monty/Grey/Fuckface was finished or had more bonebreaking revelations to share. He hadn't actively answered his question, but this sick fuck was not only stalking him for at least 3 and a half years. He must have gotten his hands on information from his traumatic past, maybe old files from shrinks or the bastards from social services. He knew fucking everything. 'How was that possible?'

Sam felt all alone in the world. It wasn't a new feeling. It was almost as old as himself. But after all the hell, he had been through, he had finally found a friend. But Peter had a life now too and a wife and a good job 400 miles away. They had been pleading on him to come and live with them or at least nearby. But Sam couldn't... he wouldn't ruin his best friends life by having him to participate in this pathetic play, he called his own life. He wasn't as smart as Pete, he hadn't even finished school due to all the fuckups in his young years.

'What happened to me.' Not sure, if he said it out loud, Sam lost himself in incomprehension and despair again. 'I only sink deeper and deeper I think.' His eyes felt wet.

Probably Grey was right. He really didn't have a home, or a life. Maybe, he got himself kidnapped, because he had nowhere else to go or to be anymore. Maybe he deserved all of this. Maybe, it was just better to be imprisoned with this maniac, than to be out there, ruining even more people's lifes.

A feeling so painfully sharp and devastating, that it felt like his heart being actually impaled, just shook him. Maybe, he even didn't deserve Grey's caring. Maybe, him being on this earth was just a big interdimentional error.

TBC (Part 3)

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#whumptober 2023 #no.27 #no.28 #no.29 #lyric #oc #emotional whump tw #hummingbird #whump #writing #whumplr #writlbr #whumptober2023

[pantherazuredevil]

Preface to my Japan Trip 2023 Posts

I'll be prefacing my posts about my trip to Japan in mid to late April 2023 with a small introduction about the circumstances I went there in and the stuff leading up to it.

First off, I had been to Japan but I was only 4 years old at the time, so this might as well be my first ever trip, since it's been a whopping 36 years since I last went. Things have obviously changed a ton, and I won't deny that they've not been, for the most part, for the better either, both in Japan and here in Singapore.

In 2018, I was supposed to make a trip to Kyuushuu, the southernmost island (and one of the 4 main islands of Japan) for EVO Japan 2018 (a fighting game competition), but I basically chickened out at the last minute since I was just disinterested in heading there for a competition. I even got sick on the day I was supposed to fly. My aunt lent me a luggage that I would eventually use for this 2023 trip.

Since 2003 or so I've been interested in anime and Japanese culture, though it was after some 8 years or more of watching anime and learning slowly by picking it up via subtitles and matching them to the sentences and sounds in scenes that comprised the bulk of my learning. I learned Hiragana and Katakana and practiced them a little in actual writing as per Nama-sensei's Youtube series on Japanese, and quite frankly I would recommend this route as a free and probably better method to learn at least the Hiragana and Katakana alphabets.

In 2015 I managed to barely pass JLPT N2 and also practiced it in typing and conversational skills with Japanese players in Final Fantasy XIV over a number of years from 2014 till 2023. There are still Japanese people with whom I randomly became friends with and still remain online friends till today. Unfortunately, I could not get to meet them this trip due to real-life concerns on their part.

This does mean I'm at least able to hold a conversation in Japanese for the most part, I just didn't practice speaking at all as it's not required for JLPT, so my intonation is, as you might guess, quite off. I had no problems understanding people for the most part in Japan, however.

This solo trip was more motivated in part with an attitude of "if you don't do it now, then when?" I'm not getting any younger in years - I'm hitting 40 this year. Since I've been interested in Japan for so long, I figured it was high time to just throw caution to the wind (or at least where going there was concerned) and simply plan a solo journey to the places that I've seen online (rather recently I might add) or places of interest I've heard from friends who have gone. And that's what led to this solo trip to Japan in April.

I kept a journal of the things that happened there because I know memory is a fickle thing, and thus by writing down what happened each day and the thoughts that I had in a journal, it would make it easier for me to recall what I was thinking of or doing at the time, and on each day as well. This also allowed me to be able to not have to post about every day at the end of each day as I was there, alleviating some of the stress that would otherwise be accumulated by having to update social media about the day's happenings before I forget.

There might still be some lost information due to memory loss here and there, but the gist of most of it should not be lost in translation, if you get what I mean. I must thank TheFuzzy for assisting me greatly in planning my entire trip, especially with regards to booking accommodation and making sure I had time for whatever I wanted to prioritize the most, and other friends who have chimed in with advice.

This has ended up being a long introductory post, but I hope it has given you the information you require before I begin posting about each day as it happened. Be reminded that I've already read a lot and learned a lot about Japan and its culture before I went, and was thus very aware of the acute problems I might face in some way, which will tie into some of the thoughts that you will see in the posts, some of which will not be very savory, as you might guess.

I hope you will enjoy reading about the trip and my comments as I take you through the journey. This is also my first blogging in a large number of years. I'm hoping to get back some semblance of the spirit of writing as I've been out of touch in terms of writing and blogging for years now. May you enjoy in some small way what I have to offer. My posts will come daily or sometimes twice a day, depending on the volume of things I have to write for the day(s). Cheers.

#Japan #Japan Trip 2023 #blogging

[coreytravelogue]

Alberta, Canada - July & August 1993

Today I am going to see the B-52s live at the PNE Amphitheatre tonight. For those who do not know PNE stands for Pacific National Exhibition. It is a park area that holds a trade show building, a hockey arena (formerly the Vancouver Canucks arena till the mid 90s), horse track among other things but most noticeable an amusement park called Playland which is open from the summer till October. Every August they have PNE at The Fair which often involves acts that were once huge in their time but not now play here at the amphitheatre that is wedged between Playland and the race track I think. I have seen quite a lot of acts play through here over the years; ZZ Top, The Beach Boys, Hall & Oates (when they were playing elsewhere at PNE before the renos), Tom Cochrane, Huey Lewis & The News and Joan Jett. There are probably others but those are the ones I remember the most.

Its safe to say Vancouver is a big enough city to be able to support this sort of festival yearly and they have been able to sustain it long before I even lived here. I didn't realize how common it was till recently for concerts/festivals to work in line with amusement parks and stuff but I should not have been naive but it does bring me back to my first festival experience; The Big Valley Jamboree.

And again no I do not consider it as my first concert experience because I had no interest in listening to country music as my parents did. In fact to tell you the truth I had no interest in going in the first place however I had no real say in it as a 8 year old. However the story I want to tell isn't all about the Big Valley Jamboree that was held in Camrose, Alberta but of Alberta in general as the summer of 1993 I got to explore much of Alberta in a way I didn't before and not since.

As I have mentioned before and will probably mention again Augusts were often the time me and my parents would do our family trips. Mainly because that was the month my mom could get off from work as a school custodian. September to June is school so she is needed there. July to clean up and prepare for the new school year and August is the break.

Looking back at this time it was pretty neat. I am pretty sure in 1992 me and my parents went to Florida and narrowly escapes Hurricane Andrew. In 1994 we went to Hawaii but that was in April I think but those are stories for another day. I imagine this 1993 trip as way for us to still have a vacation but do it more cheaply given the trips we had prior and after. As an adult I totally understand the logic. Our August trips at the beginning involved many places but as I got older it involved Newfoundland for the most part because my mom wanted no part in going to Disneyland or anywhere with rides, plus she often got sick immediately during trips. I do not know if Big Valley Jamboree was her idea or my dad's. I would imagine it was my dad's as he listened to country music a lot back then and I imagine a lot of his coworkers were going to the jamboree. So it was probably a way for my dad to hang out with his friends, get away from Fort Mac and enjoy a week long show.

However again this is not just about the Big Valley Jamboree but it does end with it. The thing is I want to write about this time because I know I am starting to forget more and more about what went on during this time and I do want a record of it. What I am going to talk about is what I think happened around this time or at least I am sure happened around this time.

I mean I may have already lied about the timeline. Looking at the dates the jamboree started at the beginning of August when I assumed it was at the end of it. The reason why I say that is because I know we took a drive all over Alberta right before capping it with the Jamboree and headed home so I imagine my mom was able to move her time off to July I guess but we are getting into the weeds now.

Point is while my parents were going to see the jamboree it is only for a week and we were going to be off for more than that so I assume my dad's plan was to make a trip of it and see more of Alberta than I did before.

Despite being a born and raised Albertan I have vague memories of much of Alberta unless you are talking about Edmonton, Fort McMurray and the route in between them.

If traveling remains insane and expensive my trip around BC and Alberta seems much less unlikely it often is but it only makes me more more appreciative of my dad forcing me into the road trips he would take us.

Looking at the map of Alberta and from memory I believe we drove from Fort McMurray to Drumheller and then from Drumheller we made our way to Camrose.

I am pretty sure the trip to Drumheller was to appease me, I am pretty sure I wanted no part of this trip going to see some country music I had next to no interest in sitting down and listening to. Alberta though very much oil country is also known tourist wise for skiing but also for dinosaur parks or dino dig sites. I am pretty sure my dad thought well Corey is a child and what child does not like dinosaurs? I didn't mind dinosaurs but......that was good enough for my dad I think we are going through Drumheller but we did not go alone.

This trip consisted of me, my dad, mom and my friend at the time named Kyle. Kyle was probably one of the closest friends I had at the time but also the most frustrating. I seem to have at least one friend who is frustrating around me at every point of my life minus now I assume but I have next to no friends around these days.

Kyle was a relatively poor kid and a relatively rough childhood that I was not entirely aware of when we were growing up mainly because I was a spoiled brat if there ever was one. Kyle lived with either his mom or his grandmother, it would often be one or the other but he would almost ALWAYS try to sleep over at my place on the weekends. For awhile I was perfectly fine with it as me and him got alone well and he was one of the few people I could play with but after awhile it was getting pretty annoying where almost like clockwork Kyle would call asking to come over as soon as I got home from school. As much as I did enjoy hanging out with him I wanted to hang out or sleep over with others as well on top of that I enjoyed having time to myself above all else too but it seemed like Kyle always tried to sleep over at my place. It came to the point where at the tail end of our childhood I would just simply say no or lie to get him off my back. I would hang out with him one weekend a month or so but that is it. After awhile I think he got the gist but also we grown apart more and more.

The reason I talk about Kyle is because he plays a fairly memorable part of this story. Kyle went with us, I don't know how he found his way on to this trip, it could have been me, could have been my parents doing his mother a solid too. The older I got the more I got to learn that Kyle's mom was willing to pay my parents to take care of Kyle for her as she was unable to most of the time and there was only so much the grandmother could do but my parents said no.

During our trek from Fort Mac to Drumheller to Camrose we stopped off and stayed a lot of campsites. I don't have the time or patience to go through what campsites were around in 1993 and see if they are still around now but I distinctly remember 2 campsites that we spent a couple of days in before getting to Camrose. There was one where I recall an incident where I essentially learned a good lesson.......not all dogs are nice dogs. I think this was not long before I watched Homeward Bound so I immediately assumed all golden retrievers were like Shadow; nice, loyal and kind. While staying at this campsite that felt more like a dirt pit than a campsite my dad wanted me to go grab wood which I did not want to do because I was a spoiled shit but me and Kyle went out to grab some. On our way we noticed this golden retriever who didn't look like it was having a bad day. Me being a 8 year old naive shit thought maybe it just needed attention and to be petted. The dog did not like that at all and immediately started growling at me and it only got louder and louder as I got closer but I thought surely he would be fine with me. I was 8 years old and held no threat to him but right before I put my hand out to pet the dog started to violently bark at me and would have easily jumped me if he wasn't tied on. Suffice to say that scared me to death and as you can tell stayed with me ever since. Looking back I am not so much mad at the dog for being like that to a 8 year old kid but I have to wonder that that dog's owner must have been a really piece of shit dude to make a dog like that that angry and violent even towards children much less bring it with him to a public place but it is what it is. Suffice to say we got the wood and brought it back which seemed at the time the most physically labouring thing I ever did in my life but then I was a lazy spoiled brat who never did a lick of work in his life up to that point but then I was also 8 years old so there is that.

The second camp ground was much nicer and greener but also had an arcade machine; The Art of Fighting which me and Kyle played quite a lot during the few days we stayed there. I remember liking this camp site a while lot more for that sheer fact. However something happened here that I feel shifted me and my family's relationship with Kyle forever.

For some reason or another before Kyle came with us he was given a letter opener, golden letter opener or I just imagine it was coloured gold. I have no idea how he got what the story was surrounding it but I recall while we were camping here Kyle did go out and do stuff on his own while I was in the camper playing with action figures. I was never much of an outdoors kid and I still ain't even though I have a great fondness and appreciation for the outdoors. Anyway while I was in the camper doing something we get a knock on the door and it is another camper but with Kyle. Apparently Kyle threatened to harm their kid with the letter opener. To say this pissed my dad off would be an understatement. Kyle was our guest during this trip and more often than not was usually on his best behaviour but every now and then he did sometimes do something that seemed........off and this was one of those moments. Suffice to say he was reprimanded for the rest of the trip and heavily scolded. Outside of short camping trips he would never come with us ever again or larger road trips. My parents were often good to Kyle and didn't mind him around. Him around meant someone around me as I was someone who didn't really have many friends, had no siblings I was alone most of the time so Kyle around meant company. However Kyle was seemingly becoming more and more a trouble maker and more and more wanted to be around us.

Looking back I totally understand why and I can't blame him. His mother was rarely around and didn't seem to love him enough, grandmother seemed to just be an extension of that. He was relatively poor and no one positive around him. Meanwhile with me he was with a "normal" family, being with me was probably the closest he would ever be at that time to being around a actual family and actually be taken care of. I feel bad for turn him away a lot now knowing that I probably could have made his life much positive if I did but as time went on he was getting worse. Hanging out with rough kids age one group that stole from me and the last straw was when he stole from me as well. Well I think he stole from me. I had a group of these flashy chrome GI Joe knock off toys I absolutely addored but after a weekend with him a few of them were gone. I mean I have misplaced and lost toys before but more often that not I don't lose toys like that and not at that number. I questioned Kyle and Kyle got very defensive and went on using a line that has always stuck with me and I guess in many ways makes me resent him in some ways. Whenever he could not get his way with me whether it be not playing a game, no letting him use a toy, not letting him sleep over.....whatever disagreement we would have he would always say "This is why you have no friends." and that often worked me but by the point where he stole from me that was it for me and at that point in my life I didn't care to really have friends so much.

Well I have really gone off road but I feel like I had to really tell that story before moving forward to the conclusion. After that campsite we did go through Drumheller and saw the dinosaur bones and whatever. I barely remember that trip, I recall enjoying it but again meh. The last stop was Camrose for the Big Valley Jamboree.

We didn't stay in cam rose but in our own camper lot there. Looking at the videos of what it is now it seems like it is more or less the same as it was then. Essentially a large stage overlooking a field where people either stand or sit on lawn chairs to watch/listen to country. Next to the stage is the concessions stand but also a carnival. Thank goodness for this if not me and Kyle would have been bored to absolute tears and I would have to say whatever went on during this multi day even was the first concert I went to.

Suffice to say even with the multitude or rides we still wound up being bored to tears. There were times where I think we were the only kids there. I have no idea where the others were most of the time I mean there were kids there but I think it probably had to do with their parents wanting them close by, some only there for a day and some maybe not being able to afford to give day ride passes to their kids. My dad gave us day passes to ride the rides all day long and for the couple days we were there we rode nearly every ride 4-5 times over except for the salt and pepper shaker. That particular one scared me. While I did enjoy rides of all kinds there were kinds for me as a 8 year old that I did not like. Mainly the salt and pepper shaker but also the zipper which thankfully was not there. I could do the salt and pepper shaker now but even now I would not do the zipper if I could help it.

By day 2 we were already bored of all of these rides but given we knew we needed to occupy our time we tried to figure out any other way we could to have fun so we decided to play ride tag. Essentially tag but you would have to chase the other to the ride and eventually tag them when off the ride. Kyle knew I was afraid of the salt and pepper shaker and when it was his turn to chase me he chased me to the salt and pepper shaker. As soon as I got in and was strapped in I noticed him right outside with a shit eating grin watching me scream all the way through the ride. Those were the days.

We also got to watch The Chipmunks show daily, at first we loved it because we loved The Chipmunks but they were putting on shows every two hours that by the time the whole festival was over we could not care less but went because I mean what else is there to do when you have already rode every ride and done everything 5 times over or more?

How it all ended I cannot recall but apparently there was a bit storm around this time. My parents told me they decided to leave after this and if this is true then that concludes this trip. We drove back to Fort McMurray and went back to live.

Prior to this time the only places me and my parents would drive to was from Fort Mac to Edmonton, Vernon/Kelowna for family or Sylvan Lake for me on a rare occasion. Kelowna has changed drastically since the early 90s when we would go there multiple summers in a row, Sylvan Lake I barely remember to begin with but Edmonton of course I know and of course it has changed quite a bit over the years. I can't help but miss those road trips especially the the Fort Mac to Edmonton part. It is a really boring trip but with that it was one we made so many times over the years that it would always be burned into my head going to and from there. Going to Grassland and having a soup every time and often it was the best soup I would often have over the years. I have no idea if it would still be but if I was to do another road trip again I think I do owe it to myself to drive from Vancouver to Fort Mac and back. 

I still haven't even truly been to Calgary either....well actually that is a lie if there ever was one I have been to Calgary at least three times but each and every time it was almost always passing through to somewhere else. I do feel like I need to see Calgary at least once and I eventually will.

The plan for 2023 is regardless of my financial situation I want to travel and if I can't go to Australia/Japan/Europe in 2023 I will at least travel Canada more or find cheap ways to do so and then in 2024 before I hit 40 I will do another large ass trip. But that is hearsay till I do it and when I actually do it you will know of it here. Till then I want to use this blog to talk about old adventures for now. With all this talk of Calgary it sort of falls in line with my 17th anniversary of being in Vancouver. So I guess stay tuned for next week's episode which I will talk about the 2 times I been to Calaway Park and the 17th anniversary of when I left Fort McMurray to live in Vancouver where I have been ever since.

Shazbot nanu nanu

[syrma-sensei]

I loved the modern Shunsui headcanons! It’s one of my favorite Shunsui posts on tumble! I always come back to it because it’s just so accurate to me hehe

Is there anyway you can write a one shot based on it? If you can, thanks!! ❤️

OOOOOOW quwyegwhwjqlsbdb! thank you so much! I'm really glad you like them!

OF COURSE THERE IS, SHŪN HAS A VERY SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART ❤️

Hope you like it!

→ Sake and Kisses.

original art by: Tite Kubo

pairing: Kyōraku Shūnui x fem!reader

setting: Modern AU

rating: fluff, mild smut

word count: 1.8k

here's the modern hcs this one-shot is based on.

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With an elongated, tired sigh, you stepped out side the elevator with each of your muscles aching. The business trip took longer than intended, and you had to be with your co-workers till the end.

The flats corridor's floor was cold, nipping on your toes as you slipped your heels off once you were inside the building you lived in, hooking them up your fingers while dragging your suitcase behind you. Reaching your apartment door, hands rummaging your purse for keys, you hissed a fuck; stupid keys were nowhere to be found.

However, you needed no more searching, as the door creaked open slowly, showing an elegant figure behind it.

“Welcome home, love,”

Your husband's dulcet voice made your heart flutter, you dropped everything in hands in order to jump onto his hold in an eager hug.

Oh, how much you missed your husband.

Head up, chin resting on his collar, you gazed up at him ardently. Brilliant, grey eyes looking down at you before he pressed a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back right away.

“I missed you, Shūn,”

“Missed you too, my love,”

You cupped his cheek, giving him a peck, before finally realising he was almost dressed up, his hair was loose, nonetheless, dangling in waves on his board shoulders. “Goin' somewhere?” You raised an eyebrow.

He gave a chuckle, letting go of your hold to carry your luggage inside. “Pretty much the opposite,”

You were far too exhausted to sort out what he meant, but once in, the answer came to you by itself.

Shūnsui had prepared you a dinner, a nice and romantic dinner on that part. The flat was dimly lit, and a very delicious aroma invaded your nostrils, giving away that a satisfying meal was waiting for you. Your stomach growled.

Within your surprise, hunger, and exhaustion, you didn't know what to say. How the hell did you get so lucky? Finding a man like Shūnsui — no there was no man like Shūn, your beloved husband.

Kyōraku Shūnsui wasn't the perfect man to seek for most women out there. He was idle, irritatingly laid-back, unemployed, and worst of all: a womaniser. He wasn't even approved by his own family, his father had always chided him for being such an indifferent and nonchalant man, and after his father died, his older brother wasn't so much better, but at least he respected his younger brother's life and didn't interfere; he was the head of the family, the noble Kyōrakus weren't, fortunately, at Shūnsui's hand, and that alone was a relief for the latter.

Nevertheless, Shūnsui was a formidable man on his own aspect, you found the perfect partner in him for yourself. When you introduced him to your parents and friends; they were astonished. Being in relationship with a noble was a catch indeed, but Kyōraku Shūnsui? They were speechless, and most of them thought it wouldn't work for you two. You were a self independent woman, with decent job and post, you didn't need a man, especially a man like him.

But how people's thinking could be so shallow.

Indeed, you didn't need a man in your life to be perfect as some would presume. But to you, Shūn was everything. Despite his infuriating attitude in certain things and taking sick pleasure in it, although you had your fair share of fighting and bickering when first you two got hooked because of his unabashed behaviour towards women. Even though his laziness was unbearable that sometimes you'd scream in frustration, but he was the world to you.

Shūn was the man you found peace with, his presence in your life brought tranquility to your mind. He understood you like nobody else, he accepted your flaws like nobody did, he loved your imperfect perfection ever so delightfully. How he'd listen to you rambling for hours about abstract and unrealistic things, theorising weird thoughts about the universe while snuggling up to each other on your shared bed, drinking sake and kissing and cuddling. How he'd bare your bossy behaviour as if he were one if your subordinates at work, taking your orders so leisurely with playful "yes, ma'am" and a kiss on your forehead that would always melt your anger away. How he'd leave anything at hand when you needed him and hug you telling you how strong and brave you were.

He was heaven.

Despite his flirty behaviour with other women, and after being with him so long, you concluded that Shūnsui wasn't the cheater type, he'd never betray the woman he pledged his heart to. And in time, you found in it a way to tease him. He once confessed to you that he had had a crush on his brother's wife, Nanao's mother, but he always respected her a lot, and you could see why. She was akin to a mother to him, and when you joked around you'd say if he had a mommy kink, you'd be his mommy with pleasure. He had laughed so much at the time, and it ended up with you calling him daddy instead.

“Oh my God!” You squeled in rapture as you saw the neat table ready for you, you gave Shūnsui a quick peck on his cheek, telling him you'd have a quick shower and get changed.

Stepping outside the bathroom with damp hair and a towel around your now relaxed body, you went to the closet and picked a sexy, short red dress for the dinner. You grinned widely as you looked at yourself in the mirror; he'd definitely like it, he liked everything on you in fact.

True he was a man of a huge appetit, Shūnsui was never a demanding male. Of course, he loved to fuck you the most; pleasuring you, his beautiful woman, making you moan uncontrollably as he drew an orgasm after another in one session, turning you into a cumming mess as you clung desperately onto him. The sensual intimacy was one of perks of being Shūn's woman; everything could be turn into hedonism with him. He was a master at it, and he used it to vent you when you were distressed.

Shūnsui knew, he always knew when you just needed to be heard, when you needed advice, or when you needed an outlet from your stress. He'd make you cum over and over till your mind go blank, till you think only of him. He'd claim you multiple times with his remarkable, hairy body and you wouldn't even complain.

You spruced your hair up after drying it up, and applied a bit of make-up before emerging from the bedroom again.

You heard Shūnsui whistle, and you blushed.

“Wow, glad I came up with this instead of taking you out,” he took your hand and pressed a kiss on it. “You look stunning, milady,”

“Charmer,” You giggled, “You look handsome yourself,”

Your giggles turned into a slight yelp as he pulled you by the arm into his chest, placing a large hand on your derrière before starting to kiss you with hunger.

“Mmm, Shūn it's been a rough week without you...” You said between the kisses, “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

He made amused guttural sounds in his throat; your core throbbed.

“Oh, yeah, I pretty much have a major idea, sending me all those sexy pics of you,” He sucked on your lower lip teasingly, “naughty girl,”

You flushed at the memory; in the middle of the trip, when you were in your hotel room, you snapped yourself a bunch of salacious pics of yourself, sending them to your husband out of sheer playfulness, you already knew how needy he was in your absence, and you liked to tease him a bit.

“Thought they might become handy for your inspiration,” Now you bit on his lips, “Come to think of it. How's it goin'?”

He chuckled before flashing you a handsome smirk, “Pretty good actually, and your source of inspiration was indeed helpful. But I tend to more concrete inspiration, tho, wouldn't you agree, (Y/N)-chan?”

He gave you a playful squeeze on your butt to emphasize his point.

Although your cheeks were bright red, you couldn't let him have this game alone, you flashed him a smirk of your own.

“You know I'd love to be your Mona Lisa, Shūnui,”

As he was about to kiss you again, your stomach gurgled again. He chortled.

“Guess it has to wait till you eat, darling,”

You didn't know why, but you felt slightly embarrassed, and felt many things at the same time.

Shūnsui ushered you to the table, and like the gentleman he was, he pulled the chair for you, then took the seat across from you.

He poured a drink that you needed so much, before serving you your meal.

Shūnsui was the househusband whereas you were the employed one. But that didn't mean that he had no job. Shūnsui was a self-published author, writing mostly erotic and romance novels, and part-time artist with amazing talents.

You both talked about how you two spent the week separately, while having your delicious meal together; Shūnsui was an expert cook.

Your week wasn't that exciting, you were up to the neck with work as you were accompanying the boss himself to make deals and important stuff. Ukitake Jūshirō was one of the sweetest men you'd ever met, and you were lucky he was your boss, and more to that, you were so grateful to him, because he was the one who introduced you to his best friend years ago, whom now was your wonderful husband. You were so lucky.

On the other hand, Shūnsui wasn't much engrossed in work. He worked on some arts and made advances, same with his upcoming novel, especially after you provided him the inspiration he needed so much.

When you finished your supper, he insisted onnot letting you move a spoon, he told you to just wash your hands and take a rest, he'd take care of everything.

In the living room, he came with a bottle of sake —his and your favourite— with two cups. You snuggled up to his chest once he was seated, and started chatting about random things.

His free hand twiddled your hair slowly, caressed your back sensually, while kissing you now and then.

This was your favourite activity; just sake and kisses. Speaking and discussing each other's fantasies and laughing yourselves off of ridiculous matters.

“Gonna tell Ukitake not to take you from me like this,” He said against your lips in a deep drawl, “It was suffocating without you, (Y/N),”

Cheek pressed to your palm softly, you kissed his nose tenderly, “My dear Shūn, I'd never leave you like this again, I promise. I couldn't bare it either,” You brushed your thumb to his lips, “Thank you so much for everything you give me. I'm not poetic and charming like you to phrase how much I love you... I love you so much, Kyōraku Shūnsui,”

The smile he shot you melted your heart.

“You know, love, they say: brivety is the soul of wit.” He kissed your forehead with feather-like lips, “I love you, my sweet lovely darling,”

He continued on passing his gentle hand through your hair until you fell asleep on his chest. He pressed another kiss on your forehead before carrying you effortlessly to your shared bedroom.

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[genshingarbage]

Don’t Say Goodbye. || One-Shots ||

I am just in a mood to create broken hearts right now it would appear, this is just a few one-shots on a couple of the boys and my take on how they would act with there s/o dying in their arms due to various reasons based on the character i am writing for. - Mod Diluc

Diluc

The sound of yells grew distant as the vision began to blur from your eyes. The only sensation you could still feel was the tight grasp of your hand in the larger one wrapped round it squeezing it. Diluc was holding you as you laid there on the muddy dirt, resting your bloody and broken body on his legs. Cradling you like a new born while shaking back and forth, trembling in traumatic disbelief over what was taking place before him.

His eyes were swelling with tears threatening to break out and spill down his cheeks, he kept kissing your weak hand gently, each kiss being dragged out longer than the one before, shaky shushes passing his lips in a frail attempt to soothe your weakening body. You'd been adventuring alone again for several weeks away from Mondstat and The Dawn Winery.

You didn't think much of it as you often left for long adventuring trips, bringing back goofy and silly souvenirs for your beloved Diluc, you just didn't realise this time around you'd be ambushed by the Fatui on your long trek back to his winery. Having been unbeknownst to you fatally wounded, you managed to break free and escape, bleeding heavily from your right side, shakily sprinting to the only place you knew could be a safe haven, Dilucs winery.

You'd fallen to the ground in a crumpled heap not barely a few seconds after Diluc spotting you running down the dusty and dirty road. He sprinted to you eyes wide yelling as loud as his vocal chords would physically let him. "Y/N! No!" He skidded and slumped down into the dirt himself, tugging you carefully but quickly into his lap muttering 'No' over and over in rapid breaths. And now you were where you were at, the life slowly but surely leaving you while all you could feel was Dilucs gentle kissing lips and warming embrace.

Does he know how much you love him? Did ever know how much he meant to you? Oh no... the souvenir you'd found for him... you dropped it back when you was ambushed... he would've loved it so much... however likewise with him to you, did you know how much you meant to him? How truly happy he was that he'd finally found someone he could trust and give his life to. Had he ever even said he loves you back? All these questions that were going to be left unanswered to the both of you.

Still trembling he watched as your light dimmed in your eyes, leaning his head down he softly placed a kiss against your unresponsive lips, parting ever so slightly to rest his forehead against yours and whimpering in a broken tone. "I love you, Y/N" When he lifted his head back up he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs to see your eyes were now closed and there was no longer movement in your body.

He looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling so beautifully over such a devastating and tragic moment. Closing his eyes he silently prayed the gods take good care of you up there till he can finally be there with you. Lifting up slowly with your now lifeless body bridal style in his arms he began to walk back to his winery, his expression stern and showing no pain. But it was all a facade for inside he was crying and screaming to the heavens and hell for having let this happen to you.

"They will pay Y/N, I promise you. I'll see you again soon; someday."

Childe

The rain was pouring heavily, hitting angrily against the cold hard concrete, the drops splashing up and back down as they landed with such impact. You were wet and cold, but your body had been going numb for minutes now as the blood was leaving your body so quickly. You shakily looked round to see the last attacker being cut down to the floor by your one and only love, Ajax.

The unknown man's body hadn't even hit the floor by the time Ajax had thrown his weapons down and rushed to your side. "Oi oi, come on now, look alive. More will be coming soon." He let out a nervous laugh not wanting to believe what he was seeing in front of him right now. You'd only gone out for a little drink and joke about in the beautiful rainy day, you both enjoyed running around in the rain so much after all. He tapped your cheek gently trying to keep you conscious as he could see your focus leaving you as fast as your blood was.

He pressed his hand against the open wound in your chest; a pitiful attempt to try slow the bleeding. You cursed yourself for not being more alert of your surroundings when that man crept up behind you and ambushed you by surprise. He shook his head vigorously side to side. His mask hiding most of the unbearable pain behind it. He should've known better than to think it was safe to come back to Liyue so soon after having caused such chaos.

Why the fuck did they have to go for you both though, you were innocent from all this it was him they wanted so why, why?! Why you?! He made a soft 'Tsk' sound from his mouth as he choked back the tears while looking at you. You had little vision left, little time too, but with what little strength you had remaining you lifted your hand up gently and pulled his mask off. Wanting to see his face one last time before you're gone from this world.

Exposing his damp cheeks and red eyes to you, you were able to form the smallest smile at him. "Don't... d-don't leave me Y/N, please..." his voice was barely a whisper now as he remained stiff by your side. "I won't..." You coughed back gently, you didn't even try to sound believable with that; you both knew it was a lie and you were on your way out with only seconds to spare.

You were his everything, he knew you was too good for him from the very beginning, yet you was determined to always be by his side. He knew he was a bad guy, a villain, but with you by his side he was able to feel like someone's hero. You meant fucking everything to him so why did someone so pure have to be taken so soon. You coughed gently once more before choosing your last words carefully, knowing they were to be your last.

"Childe- Ajax, you're not a bad guy. I have and will always love you..." Your voice faded into a whisper and then... nothing. Your eyes closed and your hand that had been against his cheek was now limp, the only reason it was still in its prior place was because Childe himself had been applying slight pressure to keep it there. You were gone now, at rest and probably somewhere much better and further away from this hell.

He looked at your resting face just wishing you'd open your eyes again and say it was all just a big terrible joke. But that wasn't the case, however his broken and torn expression immediately dissolved when he heard the rapid steps growing louder. "There he is! Apprehend him now!" One of the guards shouted to the several others. He quietly apologised to your resting form, letting your hand leave his face and finally rest with the rest of your body, he was also sorry as he wasn't gonna be able to give you the burial you deserved, he wasn't gonna be able to use that ring he'd bought you to propose with, and unknowing to him, you wasn't gonna be able to tell him the good news that he would've been a dad.

He lifted up slowly, hair now soaked and water droplets falling from all over his body. The blood leaving your body had began to swirl and dance with the water pooling against the concrete as the heavy rain showed no signs of slowing down. His mask back in his hand before it found its way back on his face, turning and stepping over to his slung down blades and kicking them up into the air grabbing them. Parting his knees swiftly and getting into his battle ready stance. The mask made him look like the bad guy every one claimed him to be, but underneath was the most broken and tormented boy that they'll never know.

"I'll always love you too Y/N, I am sorry but you're wrong, I've always been a bad guy, I just... I tried to be a better one for you."

Xiao

The sky was ablaze, organe and yellow flickering all over, ember floating up and down softly. It was so hot; unbearably so as you were laying on the wooden floor of the top balcony at the Wangshu Inn, blood spilling out of you and soaking the wood all around you. The fire was growing dangerously closer, but did it matter now? You would be dead in a couple more minutes away.

Had everyone escaped the Inn at least? Was everyone safe? You hoped they were. But it was then you felt an instant gust of cold wind wail past you like a roaring monster and die down the flames that had been encircling you and drawing ever so closer. Your vision was nearly gone and it was hard to make out anything except the smoke and fire, but those blue oni mask eyes were unmistakable, Xiao was above you right now.

His hand was hovering over your cheek, still scared that even now he may cause you more pain than comfort in your fleeting moments. "Y/N wake up. Don't be defeated so easily, this is truly pathetic, even for your standards." Harsh words as always, you knew he was sad and just lashing out, his words were cracking and his voice was wavering in its tone. Was that a sniffle? It was hard to make out among the crackling fire destroying the walls and wood around you and his mask muttering and muffling his already quiet words.

Why did they go for you? They wanted him to become nothing anymore, to just slip away and leave the entire history of Liyue to them. Leave the nation built under Rex Lapis to the incapable feeble hands of mortals. He couldn't ever allow that, he refused to back down so easily. But this? Surprise attacking the Inn and burning it down while taking the only mortal who held something to him away? How sick and lowly of them.

You went to speak but all you could muster was a cough as blood spat out your mouth across your bottom lip, your time was fading fast. He swallowed down and removed his mask, a shake in his hand as he did so, resting his proper gaze on your form one last time, allowing you to see him in his first ever vulnerable state, tears slowly falling from his face, letting his hand slide across your cheek gently, swiping the blood off your soft delicate lip. Why did it hurt him so bad? Why was this reaching so deep within him?

All those times he'd sighed and disappeared to get away from you, all those eye-rolls to your silly jokes and huffs to your tedious and pointless tasks. Why did he feel an ache in his throat when he thought about how he won't ever get to experience those annoying moments again? What was this? It couldn't be. Had he truly fallen in love with a mortal? Impossible, but what else could explain this gut wrenching feeling he had swirling inside him.

Everything was crumbling apart around him but his focus remained on you as you looked at him with those eyes, those same eyes that often stared at him with hope and admiration, now they stared with soft kindness and fleeting wishes. If this was love then he wasn't ready to have it taken from him so soon, but what could he do except watch as you left this world. He gritted his teeth together and his hand clenched tightly round his blood stained spear. This was truly unforgivable. If only he had killed those monsters sooner, got to you quicker... maybe then he could've saved you.

"I..." he began to stutter gentle words out while stroking his thumb delicately across your cheek, why hadn't he just swallowed his pride and touched you sooner? Why hadn't he just admitted this to himself quicker and embraced you. You had always been there for him despite his many harsh rejections, you were nothing but kind and truthful, loyal and honest to him and now? He resented himself for not having taken the chance to love that he had had in his grip for so long. Your vision was gone now and your ears were following quickly behind. "I... Y/N..."

Just spit it out already, before the time runs out for you- "Y/N I love you..." he looked at your face searching for a response but you were gone now. The gods had given you all the time they could spare and unfortunately it wasn't long enough to Xiao. It wasn't fair. He couldn't even let you know how he truly felt before you were ripped from him. Tears rolled down his face faster now, but the sorrow and pain he felt quickly welded into anger and inner rage boiling at the highest temperature.

He frowned deeply, lifting up from your body, hiding his broken expression behind his oni mask once again, shakily breathing in with a deep sigh, the shake in his hands slowly dissolving as his mind set itself onto a new mission, he turned and walked to the banister of the balcony and swiftly lifted up onto the top, looking over the landscape around him as the only place he'd truly ever known as home was burning to ash around him. He turned round taking one last longing look at your lifeless form and then leapt high into the air soaring through the skies, straight for Liyue.

You never wanted this, he knew that, you'd never want him to cause a war over your death, but you wasn't here to talk reason into him anymore. He was never gonna see your annoyingly beautiful face again, and this was all Liyues fault. They had to pay, and if that meant causing a war between humans and Adepti... then so be it.

"Forgive me Y/N, but without you here now, I see no reason to keep caring for these monsters. I'll hope you'll understand when I see you again one day."

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[nctzanne]

Your Last Name

♡ doctor!mark x fem!Reader.♡ smut, fluff if you use glasses

WARNINGS!: use of alcohol and drugs, explicit content, not sex but mentions of it.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: I just want you to give it a try and read it AAAH

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡?: no, an idea i've had since i started stanning NCT

𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑠 & 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠: As i said above, this is an idea I've had for sOOOOOO many months, so I really wanted it to make it happen. It was on my drafts for a long time. Thank you so so much if you take the time to read this.

You noticed when your mind woke up suddenly, but without opening your eyes, slowly bringing you back to reality. You tasted your own mouth dry as a bone, with a metalic flavor on it, typical scenario when we talk about hangovers. The headache that invaded you so suddenly made you grab your forehead, almost if you brain was going to explode right there. The smell of fermentation on the room -or wherever you were- made you nauseous, so you stayed still to avoid vomiting everything you consumed the night before. A light breathing woke you up from your trance and inner speech, you could even feel the warmth of it on your shoulder. That's when you realize you were not alone, totally opposite of that, you were cornered by arms twice your size, avoiding you to move on the super duper comfortable position you were in. You still didn't want to open your eyes to notice who the lucky guy was, but you could smell the hints of tequila on his breath. When that hit your nose, you turned around abruptly by instinct, trying to avoid the smell. You opened my eyes a little, just to be able to locate yourself in space-time.

A room hotel, there's where you were. White walls reflected the light that came from outside of the giant windows, making you cover your eyes with the hand that wasn't under the grip of this unknown guy. Once your eyes get used to the light, you remembered that you were at Bora-Bora for vacations with your best friend. You can hear the eagles screaming way too loud for your irritable state, but just noticing where you were made you feel more calmed. "At least I'm here and they didn't kidnap me" You thought, finally grabbing the courage to turn around and see who exactly was the guy that had a night of passion with you.

"Sure, shit"

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-Wait, repeat it to me, who did you meet? -You asked incredulously, looking at how your friend Rosé was overflowing with emotion and nervousness.

-Do you know this famous band?- She told you a name that you couldn't identify, you automatically shake your head-Anyways, while I was waiting for you on the beach I met with Jaehyun, the bass player, we talked a little and he invited us for a few drinks with his friends!- She talked so fast that you had a hard time processing all the information that was given to you.

-And that's it, a random guy talks to you and you say yes?. He could be a serial killer-

-Ah c'moooon, he's a superstar, it will be funn!!!-

So, a not so official date with guys from a band. Sure, excellent idea.

-Okay, are they handsome at least?- You asked with disinterest

-You can't imagine, y/n, so prepare yourself as well as possible, they will fall for you- she approached the small bridge that united your cabins in the middle of the sea, while she blowed you a flirtatious kiss.

You just laughed and walked towards the windows, admiring the sea. You were literally in paradise, your bedrooms floated above the ocean, the white sand was not so far from where you were staying in, and the horizon was clearer than ever. How lucky you were to have a friend who helped you get over your breakups with a very casual trip to Bora Bora at the Four Seasons hotel. Loneliness invaded you for a second and you decided to get ready for the long-awaited meeting that you would have with her friends.

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A white beach dress with pink heels and your tan is enough, with the right makeup obviously. It was already 7 pm and your nervous friend looked at her cell phone while texting with someone

-Is it him?- You ask, trying to peek behind her shoulder to see if you could figure out what they're talking about.

-Yes, he is telling me he's here at the bar but he doesn't see us-

-Of course, we are sitting, let me raise my hand- and so you did it.

-Here!!!!- Your friend screams in excitement when she sees 3 tall figures approaching to you. They seemed to walk on a slow pace, almost like the came out of a movie. And yes, your heart almost stopped for a good 10 seconds. Three guys, my gosh, models? What were they again?. God definitely had preferences for some human beings.

The fact that they aere so handsome and well… structured made you blush. Jaehyun, Johnny and ...

-Mark, nice to meet you- the youngest of the 3 of them greeted me, with a dazzling smile that makes his dimples appear. You bit your lip and studied his entire face so that you would never forget him again. -y/n, nice to meet you too-

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Nothing more and nothing less than Mark Lee himself. His makeup was completely smeared, traces of mascara under his closed eyes. His forehead and nose were reflecting the daylight a bit. It was a hot morning (or evening), and having you next to his body was obviously going to make him sweat. His open, broken lips gave off that smell of alcohol that made you sick. But despite of everything, your sight softened after a couple of seconds. He was sleeping so peacefully, and he was clinging to you like his life depended on it, so you couldn't help but smile.

-Mark... wake up- you whispered softly while you tried to get up.

-Hmmmh, what time is it?- his morning voice made my stomach tingle a bit, your sight never leaving his figure while he starts waking up.

He squinted while he sit up in bed slowly, ruffling his own hair. It was obvious that he was in the same blank state you were a few minutes ago, and you could tell by how he confusingly looked around at the room, until his eyes reached at you. His face expression softened, giving you a shy smile.

-Do you need some clothes?- he asked, blushing when he studied your naked torso with lazy eyes. You realized that you both were entirely naked, and you rushed to cover your breasts with your arms, just to earn a pure laugh from him, that made your head resonate in pain.

-We fucked, y/n, no need to hide- Mark put all his weight on his left elbow, getting closer to you while tilting his face flirtatiously. That made you cheeks go red as ever.

-Yes, but I don't remember anything so your point is automatically invalid- His body hovered yours so fast that you couldn't even process what was happening, until he pecked your lips.

-I remember everything, so I will refresh your memory-

You burst out laughing while he deposited soft pecks all over your face. The situation was so sweet, but it didn't make you feel uncomfortable at all. He interrumpted his love actions and looked at you hungrily.

-Mark, I barely can keep myself awake, i feel like I'm going to puke...-You warned him, reading his intentions.

-Okay okay- he looked down defeated- At least, can we cuddle a bit more? I promise I can make the hangover feel better- He tangled his legs and arms to your body, resting his face on your collarbones.

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Everything on that evening was talking about the mortality of a crab. Basics like where you were from, what do you do for a living and relationship status open the conversation.

Your attention was drawn to Mark when he started to introduce himself. As a Medicine student, he decided with his 2 best friends that were part of a band to go on a trip to relax due to the busy schedules that consumes their time. The three live together on a small apartment in Korea, where the rent is expensive so they can make it more affordable.

Bora-bora was the destination of their choice. It seems that the band called NCT 127 draw lot of attention from crazy fans who followed them EVERYWHERE, so an expensive place like so would be easier to have a time for them on their own.

Mark spoke always adding "like" between his words, he liked to lay back when he was sipping on his piña colada, but got closer to the table when you talked about your experience as a journalist.

He tried so hard to show interest on a topic he had no idea about, that his questions were kinda clueless, but it was obvious that it was his way to not cut the attraction and chat between you and him. It was a sexual tension you could feel by kilometers, every gaze you had was followed by a shy smile, and you felt tingles on your body everytime you had a bit of interaction.

-Do you guys do shots?- Rosé interrumpted the conversation, scanning the boys reaction.

-I mean, that's why we are here- Johnny combed his hair backwards, already feeling heated by the 2 gin tonics he drank in 15 minutes. I couldn't deny, him on a tight black shirt looked hot as fuck, I could notice how Rosé was drooling for him- Excuse me, maa'am- he raised his hand, calling the waitress- 3 rounds of shots please!-

-Man, we had 2 yesterday and you almost puked on the sea, go easyyyy- you could notice the tipsy state from Jaehyun as well. His eyes were almost closed on a thin line and his dorky smile betrayed him. Mark laughed out loud, first time in the night you heard him like that, with his cheeks tinted red. He took a big sip of his piña colada, looking at you directly at the eyes. Actually, you didnt noticed till that moment, but your legs started to feel a bit numb. Quite usual for you when the alcohol gets up on your head.

-I'm in!- you answer to Johnny's idea. Once the blue shots arrive, you quickly grab one.

-Cheers for this night to be special- he screams with a deep voice, and the other 2 guys howl as response while you burst out laughing.

When you decided that the amount of alcohol on your body was enough, you took a chance to go to the beach to sing and dance to the DJ placed randomly in there.

You felt bliss, the EDM music was filling your senses, but you tried to keep your eyes full opened so you could remember the beautiful but blurry view of the sunset.

Together with your new group of friends were a mess. Jumping, screaming, raising your hands like you could touch the sky, everything seemed possible at that moment. Even dancing and getting laid with Mark.

The music had nothing to do with your plan, but you got dangerously close to him, resting your arms on his shoulders. You could see that he chuckled, tilting his head back so he could see you fully. Both of you were drunk as hell, you thought you were killing it with the flirting skills, but probably you just looked like two fools trying not to fall for the obvious drunken state you were.

-Do you wanna kiss me?- you screamed while "Jenny" sounded on the speakers. What kind of question is that?

-Sure I do- his canadian accent made you bite your lip while smiling- Can I?- his voice tried to mimic yours, but you didnt answered, it wasnt necessary.

Your lips collided as you got close at the same time, and Mark wasted no time to open his mouth and let his tongue in your wet cavity. You moaned so loud, because you knew no one could hear it but him. A fierce fight between both of your tongues started, every graze of them would make yourself wetter and wetter. He squeezed your waist and tried to keep you closer to him if it was possible, in his drunk mind he was scared you could run away from him.

Nothing about the context was romantic at all. You both physically liked eachother and just wanted to make out. No love at first sight, no kiss with fireworks behind, just pure desire.

Adrenaline rushed your body when his hands cupped your ass, that was only covered by the thin dress you decided to wear. Nobody near you could care less about what you two were doing it, but for you, everyone was looking at the show you and Mark were offering, and that obviously turned you on.

You bit Mark's lower lip, sucked on it, while opening your eyes to look directly at him. Eyes closed, he was enjoying how you toyed his lips. The hard grip on your skin, and a bulge poking your stomach made you feel powerful, you were loving the effect you caused on him.

Suddenly, an arm made you break your kiss with Mark. You lose your balance so you hug the guy that was pulling you backwards. Johnny.

-Hey, pornstars, we have some nice shit here- he pointed his hand with his eyes. You could see a tiny bag with a white dust inside. You come to your senses and look around at the crowd to try find Rosé, but it was obvious she already was under the influence. She was on Jaehyun's shoulders, enjoying the music. You sigh, chuckling at the sight of her losing her mind.

-Its my first time though- you commented while you look at Johnny spreading the dust on top of his phone screen with one hand using a credit card. You could notice he was an expert at it, you peek to see Mark right by your side looking at the manouvers as hypnotized as you. Probably it was his first time too.

You both snorted the little substance, and it sucked at first. It was so uncomfortable, but it took minutes for you to get used to that weird sensation on your nose.

You didnt even noticed when everything started to amplify. You could feel the summer breeze making its way around you, the taste of Mark's saliva still on your tongue was strong, the colorful tins of the sky while it was dusking looked so enhanced.

A hand grabbed yours, taking you out of your trance, and almost felt like an orgasm. So warm and so soft, made you wanna scream. You turned to see a fucked out Mark, studying your face with dilated pupils, he was almost as horny as you by only grabbing hands.

He caressed yours with his thumb, and it felt like he was fucking you, your body shivered at it. Mark was enjoying it too, so he brought your fingers closer to his mouth and inserted the index one inside, and started to suck on it. You moaned and felt how your pussy clenched at nothing, the saliva coating your finger felt like caramel, if you could explain the feeling.

-Mark if you keep doing that i'm gonna cum- you told him with a warning tone, he was so inmersed on sucking your finger that he jumped when you talked. He was aroused by the situation too.

He smiled with your finger still inside of his mouth, took it out, holded you by your wrist and started to run towards...

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-And we ended up here- Mark sumed up the night while you were laying on his chest, caressing it with the tip on your fingers. His, on the other hand, were playing with the locks of your hair.

-Yeah, i remember now, such a night- and then you snapped- Wait... where the fuck is...-

-Yeah, she was having a threesome with the boys. Dont worry, she was having a good time-Mark answered with a playful tone. Of course, that sounds like a very Rosé thing to do. You let out a breathy laugh.

-We could have joined...- you suggested, looking up at him. He took a few seconds to answer, while his eyes moved from one corner to the other of the ceiling, like he was evaluating that scenario.

-Yeah, and sharing? No thanks- he bit his lip and he looked at you with a greedy smile- I felt so lucky to have you screaming my name over and over-

You hit his shoulder with your fist playfully, and he took that as an answer to keep silent and just enjoy the company of the other.

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2 days went by, you get used to hang out with the boys. All kinds of crazy stuff you could imagine, you were doing it with them, and it felt like heaven. Mark couldnt keep his hands to himself and everytime he had the opportunity, he would make you cum on his fingers or mouth. And the same goes for you, too. Thanks to him, you noticed how good you are at giving blowjobs inside public restrooms.

But nothing lasts forever, sadly, and the last day of your summer vacation arrived. Rosé and you were ready to go back to Seoul, while they would be staying a little bit longer. It hurted, you got used to Mark's attention, and either him or you wanted to ask for eachothers contact. Not because of lack of interest, but because both of you thought that the other saw it as an adventure. You didn't even knew his last name.

His lips devours yours before you could get in the car that was waiting for you on the street -I wont forget you, thanks for this amazing 3 days- he smiled, a tint of sadness on his eyes. You caressed his cheek, pecking his nose, trying to hurry as much as you coulf so you wouldnt start to feel emotional.

-Y/l/n-

He looked at you clueless -What?-

-My last name is y/l/n- you smiled and without waiting for an answer, you close the door of the car.

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-Hey, hey, it's okay- typical of Rosé being so overdramatic. Sure, your finger almost got cut in half while you were trying to cook some carbonara, but it wasnt a big deal, something a few stitches couldn't fix. The only thing that kept your finger from gushing blood out was a piece of toilet paper.

-Please! My friend needs a doctor!!!!- She screamed at the top of her lungs inside the hospital.

-What happened?- a nurse hurried, worried eyes scanning you both.

-She is losing her finger!!!!- Rosé felt she was going to faint.

-Jesus, Rosé, calm down-

The nurse takes a quick look at your finger- Yeah it doesn't look that good, please follow me. You are lucky we don't have that many patients on New Years Eve-

You are guided to a tiny room full of medical stuff, probably where you are going to get your finger sticked together. It hurted as fuck, but you were trying to keep focused on something other than the pain. You looked at the desk with the computer on, and on a hidden corner you noticed a picture of 3 friends, on a place that seemed too familiar to you. Actually, the friends also seemed like an old ones you had... maybe in university? You can't quite remember.

The door opened up while you were trying to dig into your memories , and you looked at the door startled.

-So, Mrs y/n...- that voice, that motherfucking voice. A year has passed. But how the fuck you were supposed to forget it?. You felt your ears buzzing, face heating and heartbeat racing. You were losing your breath and suddenly the pain of your finger got worst and worst.

He didn't turn to look at you, just got inside by looking at his phone, and once he was sit in front of you, his facial expression dropped.

There were the both of you, looking at eachother like dumb teenagers, like your finger wasnt bleeding out, almost like you were backat that bar in Bora-bora again.

-I... uh... yeah, my finger- you stutter, pointing at it. Mark shakes his head, coming back at his professional senses.

Before the medical procedure he performed, he bandaged your finger, and wrote some medicine you had to take for the pain to go away.

-It should be okay on a few weeks, nothing to worry about- he smiled at you, trying to comfort you. You felt your heart drop when he grabbed the healthy of both of your hands and caressed your palm with his thumb, everything felt like a flashback. You looked at him with clueless eyes.

-I... uh... I should come back in a few weeks then- you stuttered, pressing your lips into a thin line while looking at him directly on his eyes. He nods.

-Lee-

You frowned -Huh?-

-My last name is Lee-

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[tinisprout]

Serendipity on a lonely night

Pairing: Jacob x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff

Word count: 3,547

Warnings: mention of blood (once), some cursing, lmk if I missed something

Summary: After a bad breakup, two sad souls decided to go to a park to cry alone. Neither of them expects someone to intrude on their moment. Although they are strangers, they might make this depressing night just a little less lonely for each other.

Being cheated on sucks, but it hurt him a little bit more to find out on his birthday of all days. Jacob thought they were just going through a rough patch in their relationship, he truly thought they would make it out ok. Never did he expect to see his now ex making out with someone else. Angry and hurt, he didn't bother saying much to them and left. Going back to his apartment, he changes into his workout clothes and stuffs a handful of tissues into his jacket pocket as he leaves his house to go for a night run.

He ran as fast as he could, with abandon, looking like a mad man. He was so frustrated he just wanted to forget it all and move on. He knew he didn't need to keep a person like that in his life, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He went to the one place he thought no one would be at, the park. The man tried to slow his pace as his body came barreling at the bench, he threw his hands out to brace himself.

The impact hurt, but this new pain was a welcomed distraction. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He felt the need to vomit and so he crawled to the bush to do just that. He regrets not eating earlier as he retched up bile, burning his throat an egregious amount. Then came the booming sound of footsteps slamming on the ground from behind. Jacob hoped no one would come here he wanted to be a mess in peace, but to hell with it, he'll just leave after he finishes dry heaving, he thought.

Being cheated on fucking sucks, period. You didn't expect anyone to here and to your surprise there seemed to be a drunk man throwing up in the bushes. Maybe going out at night wasn't the best choice, but in the heat of the moment you wanted to cry alone, but it seems that wasn't in the cards. As your attention was diverted you tripped on absolutely nothing and your knees were the first to hit the ground, skidding on the pavement. Regretting wearing shorts, you propped your arms out ready to catch the rest of your body.

On your hands and knees, you were winded from running, your shoulders rose and fell rapidly. "Son of a bitch, that hurt." You bit your lip trying to hold it in this was not the place to cry, someone was here. You sat on the ground sick of it all, to hell with it, you were tired of holding back and used the pain in your knees as an excuse to cry your eyes out. Like a stream they came pouring out your eyes, changing the color of the ground.

"Um, are you okay?" 'Huh, is the drunk man trying to talk to me? He doesn't sound drunk,' you thought to yourself. Looking up at him without wiping your still falling tears.

"No," you continued to cry and you hoped that would be the end of the conversation. To your shock he offered you a tissue from his pocket and sat down, it seems he also started crying. Well, at least this man wasn't a threat. And so, you both cried not caring about the presence of the other. Both cries coming to a still as time passed, you both just sat there in silence for some time.

'This is embarrassing,' Jacob thought. When he saw the person in front of him crying, he didn't expect them to give a blunt answer when he asked if they were okay. Crying without a care, he wanted to do that, he was so tired of holding it in. Well, it happened already, there is nothing he can do about it. It seems the person in front of him was also thinking about how to get out of this awkward situation. "Why were you crying?" Yes, break the awkward atmosphere with an awkward question.

"I feel like that should be my question," you state, making a face.

"Oh well, I already wanted to cry and see you cry it kinda just happened."

"Well, I just got dumped after finding out I was cheated on, all on call. I didn’t believe them, thinking it was some cruel joke. So they send me a picture of them kissing someone else. I came here to cry my guts out, I didn't expect anyone else here."

"What a coincidence, me too. I caught my partner making out with someone else, told me they didn't love me anymore, on my birthday of all days. I ran here to get some fresh air and cry, but I guess I pushed myself too hard and ended up throwing up." He laughs at how pathetic he sounds. He notices you check your phone. 'I guess they want to leave,' he thinks while sighing to himself.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. Um, sorry if this is weird since it not happy anymore, but, happy birthday." The unexpected response made Jacob look at you, mouth slightly agape in surprise. Then he laughed, the look you made wondering if you might have said something wrong. His smile was captivating, the kind that most would do anything to see again. Who in their right mind would cheat on this man?!

Birthday wishes from a stranger at this moment felt nice. Jacob got up from the ground dusting himself off. He offered you a hand, "Thank you, I feel a little better now." You weren't sure why he laughed, but if he was feeling better that was good, he seemed to be having a shitty day. You take his hand as he pulls you up, as your knees bend you groan in pain.

"Crap, my knees." You looked down addressing the pain, there was dust mixed in with the blood. Judging on how you hit the floor, your knees we definitely bruised or at least were going to be later.

"Oh no, are you okay?"

"No," you chuckled at him asking the same question and you giving the same answer. The corner of his lips tugged up when he realized the same thing, he wanted to laugh, but his concern for the stranger took greater priority. Getting a closer look at it, it looked pretty bad.

"Can you walk?"

"Of course,... I just need to push myself." Jacob looked up and searched for the convenience store he knew was around here.

"Hey, you should get this cleaned up soon. There is a convenience store right over there, I can help you if you're ok with that."

"You know what, that would be greatly appreciated, thank you." He bent down a little so you could easily put your arm around his neck. The man supporting you relieved some of the pressure. With his help, you hobbled your way to the convenience store. Finally arriving he tells you to wait at the front of the store while he gets everything, saying it was on him as a thank you. It didn't make too much sense, but you weren't about to argue, so you took a seat at one of the free tables.

He quickly rushed through the store to get big bandages, two water bottles, Neosporin, and a small bottle of mouthwash. He wanted to talk to them earlier, but they were a lot closer and he knew his breath must have smelt rancid after throwing up. After paying, he quickly went to the bathroom and washed his mouth out with the water and mouthwash. Throwing away the evidence as he did a breath check, grabbing a few paper towels before he ran back to you.

"Okay, I'm done, sorry for the wait." You see him carrying a bag with a few things inside.

"You're good, a break from walking is fine with me," you offer up a smile and he smiles back.

"This is probably gonna hurt some, but I'll try to be as gentle as possible." Your smile fades as he gets down on his knees to meet your legs and you clench your jaw. He wet two paper towels and left two dry ones asking you to hold both sets. "Stick one of your legs out, please." Doing as you're told, he takes this opportunity to lift your leg till it's about parallel to your seat. He pours water on the wound and you jolt at the sensation as it stings your knees. Some water slides down your leg and he wipes it back up with his hand and flicks the water off his hand. "Wet paper towel please."

"Huh," you were absorbed by the movement of his hands on your leg, weird. "Oh yeah, here." He glanced at you for a moment, but he didn't question it. Setting your leg down he takes the wet paper towel and gently wipes away at the remaining grime on your knee.

"Dry one, please." 'So polite,' you thought, handing him the paper towel. He dries your wound and leg off, tossing the waste into the bag and he takes out the Neosporin and bandages. He smears the ointment on the cotton pad of the bandage, then smooths the bandage onto your leg. You two repeat the process on your other leg. "All done."

"Thank you." You slowly stand up, it still hurts for sure, you wanted to do something. "Alright, your turn buddy. You stay here I'm going to get something real quick."

"Huh, you don't need help?" He sees you struggling to walk and has his hands up ready to catch you if you fall.

"I'll be fine, just give me a minute." He doesn't push it and takes the seat next to your now empty one. He wonders what you could be doing. A few minutes pass and he hears your familiar voice. Turning to you he sees you now carry a bag. You see his eyes linger around the bag. You clear your throat, "I need you to close your eyes, you can't open them until I say." Jacob is a simple man and does not question them and follows through with the orders. He covers his eyes with his hands. "Oh yeah, I didn't get your name yet. I'm, y/n." He smiles at your statement.

"I'm, Jacob."

"Alright, you can open your eyes now." He puts his hands down opening his eyes and to his bewilderment there are two cupcakes each with a lit candle. His lips form a little pout and his eye go wide as he looks at you. "Happy Birthday, Jacob. This might be the crappiest birthday you've ever had, but I hope this makes it a little bit better."

"Wow, thank you…" Jacob was at a loss for words. There were a lot of emotions coming up again, he felt his throat go a little tight.

"Ah sorry, I shouldn't have brought up the bad things."

"No it's not that...well it partly is that, but I'm also happy. Why are you so kind to me?" That seemed like a weird question, is this not the golden rule?

"Well as thanks, of course. And I think you are being nicer to me than I am to you. Anyways, before your candles completely melt, make a wish!"

"Ah let me think," A wish, there wasn't any particular thing he wished for. His eyes wandered around trying to think of something and his eyes find their way back to you. The soft glow of the candlelight illuminating your face. A smile gracing your face as you wait for him to make his wish. He looks back to the candles and closes his eyes, 'I wish for something wonderful.' opening his eyes he gently blows out the candles. You found yourself hoping Jacob’s wish would come true.

“Perfect, now I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I just got the standard vanilla and chocolate. Hope that’s okay.”

“That’s fine,” he says taking one of the cupcakes and pushing the other towards you.

“I can’t they’re yours.”

“It’s fine I shouldn’t eat two cupcakes this late at night anyway. Unless you don’t like that flavor?”

“Oh, it’s good. Uh, thank you then.” You both take your time eating your cupcakes while continuing to converse with each other. Taking his last bite he licks his fingers clean and you hand him a napkin from your bag.

“Thanks,” After he wipes his hands he stood up. “Can you walk okay, now?” You stood up carefully. It still hurts, but you felt like walking wouldn’t be too terrible, maybe.

“Yeah, I think I will be good, thank you.” You stagger your way back to the sidewalk and Jacob matches his pace with yours.

“Well, I go this way.”

“Oh, me too.” A smile alights both your faces, happy to stay with the kind soul next to you for a little longer before the loneliness grabs hold of you again.

“In that case do you still want my help walking?”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jacob sets out in front with his back facing you, he kneels on the ground, turning his head to you.

“Won’t that be too tiring for you?

“My endurance is pretty good, besides we can get home faster this way, it’s pretty late already. It will only be till we part ways.” Maybe you would have been more hesitant if he didn’t always make sure you were comfortable when talking and interacting with him, keeping a respectable distance that strangers should have.

“Excuse me then.” As you climb on his back he links his arms under your legs as you wrap your arms around his neck and he slowly rises.

“Up we go.” he adjusts, bouncing you up higher on his back. He started walking, and like a gentleman, making sure you weren’t suspicious of him, he tells you which path he takes first before continuing to walk. To both your surprise, your time together lasted longer than imagined. You thought how he might live past you as you got closer to your home.

“Hey, I know we are still kinda strangers, but if it means anything, I think you are really kind. I was treated nicer by you in this short hour or so that we have known each other than I was ever by my ex. I won’t judge your relationship because I don’t know anything, but I think you deserve better. I hope you can move on soon and when your ready, find someone that values you properly.” Jacob lets out a titter at your words.

“Man, I feel like crying again.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I hope the same for you, don’t feel down over someone that left you like that.”

“Ugh, of course! I’m not that sad to lose them, we weren’t dating for that long. I know that kind of person doesn’t deserve to be in my life… I’m sadder at the fact that it happened, it makes me feel inadequate.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Just like you said to me, I think you deserve a person that values you better.”

“Thanks.” He stops in his tracks again.

“I go straight.” To your disappointment, this is where your journey together ends.

“Ah, I go right.”

“Oh,” is all he gives as a reply. Jacob lowers himself letting go of his grip on your legs. Your hands move from around his neck to hold his shoulders as you steady yourself. When you let go of his shoulders he turns around to meet your eyes. “I guess this is goodbye.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Neither of you wanted to part ways yet, but what could you do? You both thought, this person would be a good friend to have, would it be too much to ask for their number?

“I’ll go first. Please be careful on your way home,” Jacob says, cutting off the awkward silence.

“You too. Thank you, for making this night a little less lonely,” you give him a sorrowful smile and he returns a look just the same.

“Thank you.” And so you both go your separate ways. He finds himself regretting not asking for your number, but it would be weird to go back now, if only he had a second chance. If he had another wish right now, he would have wished to see them again, not that it would have actually helped him anyway.

Finally making it to your apartment building you call the elevator sighing. You find yourself thinking about Jacob as you look at your knees, ‘I should have gotten his number.’ The elevator dings and the doors open up. Someone leaves the elevator and you take their place.

Jacob walks into his apartment building, and sees a person leaving then sees the foot of a person entering the elevator. He calls out to them.

“Please hold the door!” He starts jogging to the elevator. Hearing that familiar voice seems unbelievable. So you move to stick your head out to check to make sure you weren’t mistaken.

“Jac-” you didn’t expect a body to round the corner so fast and you reacted as best you could and tried stepping back, but their body still hit you, though it was with less force than you expected. Cool you thought, you were gonna fall for the second time tonight. The man that bumped into you didn’t think the person inside would try to come out so he had little time to try and stop his momentum and despite his efforts, he collided with the other. Not wanting to fall you reach your arms up and out to the person getting a death grip on their shoulders. The man lunges forward reaching out to catch the falling body, wrapping his arms around the person’s waist. There is a pause as Jacob gets a good look at the person in his arms. When he rounded the corner it was fast, but for a hot second, he thought that person looked like, y/n. He was right, they were staring at each other, hearts pounding in fright. Jacob was the first to open his mouth.

“Hey,” he offers up an awkward smile. You bite your top lip to keep from laughing. The elevator door closes.

“Hey.”

“You live here? You ask at the same time. This brought genuine smiles to your faces.

“Yeah, uh how did you get here before me?” He asks, stepping back to give you room to stand straight again. You loosen your grip on his shoulders letting your arms fall back to your sides. He lets go of you as well taking a step back.

“I took a shortcut. Do you not know about it?”

“No? Im new here, still getting used to this area, so I haven’t really explored around,” you hum in response. He goes to press his floor number and steps aside so you can do the same. You look at the panel of buttons and see your floor number is pressed. The elevator starts rising.

“I think we are neighbors.”

“Really?”

“Yup, same floor.”

“Huh, small world.”

“Guess it is.” Ah, it was awkward again. Maybe you both felt that way cause you were just thinking about each other, not like the other person knew that though. The elevator came to a stop opening to your floor. You stepped out first and Jacob followed. Pointing one way you give him a questioning look and he nods. You walk together in silence thinking how now would be the perfect time to ask for their number, but they’ve been silent this whole time maybe they don’t want to talk right now? Both of your minds hesitant to speak first. Jacob stops first.

“This is my door.” You look at the number on the door that is two off from your door number. Then that means.

“I’m the next door down. I didn’t know I had a new neighbor.” That wasn’t something you bothered paying attention to.

“From strangers to neighbors. Nice to meet you,” he jokes, smiling. You smile back.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“y/n, you seem like a really great person. If it’s ok with you, can I get your number? I think we would be good friends.” That should have been your line, you step closer to him, confessing.

“I actually wanted to ask you the same thing.” The two of you pull out your phones opening up contacts and exchanging phones, putting your info into the other’s phone. Taking back your phones, you take a step back. “Until next time.”

“Until then.” You turn around and start walking to your door. Jacob happily punches in his pin code. And steps into the door, but there was something else he wanted to say, so he poked his head out and saw you opening your door. “y/n,” you turn your head to look at the voice calling you. “Thank you, for making this night less lonely.” You smiled at the familiar words. “That’s it, good night, y/n.”

“Good night, Jacob.” The two of you heading into your respective homes with a tender smile. Hoping to see the other more often.

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[bound-up-feelings]

Time x reader

Good News

Requested: Nope

Warning: Mention of a loved one possibly dying (Good ending I promise)

(Hello and I know I haven’t posted in a hot second but I’d like to say I'm sorry and I hope this fic makes up for lost time! Enjoy!)

Time was not a force to be reckoned with. He was a rude man who didn't seem to understand why people wanted to change the past so much. He had dealt with Alice for however long the amount of patience it took to get back the chronosphere. When he did get it back he was finally at peace and could go back to work. But that was short lived.

The day he met you, was like another weight on his shoulders. He felt that you would be the same as Alice and try to take the chronosphere. So he stopped you in your tracks before you could get a chance to speak "If you think you can steal the chronosphere and get away with it I promise you, I will not be nice to you. So don't waste me!" He says as his neck gears start to steam, causing his eyes to start glitching out. "I'm not here for that. I'm just here to ask a question?" His face drops and realization crosses his face "Oh, well don't waste me, talk fast." He says as he starts to walk away. You immediately start to follow him. Trying to keep up with his long strides which was beginning to become tiring "Can you slow down! I'm can't keep up with your giant steps." You say as you continue after him. Suddenly without warning he stops, bumping into him you gasp out loud "You had a question. What was it?" You give a straight and serious face before asking "When someone says soon, how long is that from now?" "If you are trying to vex me, it wo-" "No! I'm being serious, because I may lose someone if I don't know!" He sighs out "Soon can be in a second or two. Or it can be years from now. Why do you need to know?" You sigh out "I have someone that is very special to me that may be dying and I don't think I'm prepared for soon, whenever that might be." His eyes soften. He can see the real pain in your eyes when you mention this someone. "Follow me." He says as he continues to walk down some hallways with you following close behind. Then you walk into a room filled with endless rows of pocket watches suspended in the air. He stops and looks straight at you "Name?" "F/n L/n.." he nods and walks straight to the area that started with the letter of the first name. He looks at them before grabbing one. He looks at it for a moment, looks at you "What's the matter with them?" Worried you ask immediately "They're sick with something, the doctor hasn't figure it out yet." He sighs out and put the watch back "They'll be ok. They must have a cold or something, they have a long while till their moment is up." You sigh in relief and squat down. Silently thanking time and whatever higher power for this. He turns around after putting the clock back "Is that all?" You nod your head not saying a word. He stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do. If he was honest this was the first time he was speechless in front of a woman. "Do...you want to, uh....take a tour. With me around the place?" Looking up with teary eyes you think about it. Your friend turns out to just be a bit ill and will be ok. You could say no but he went through trouble to take you all the way here. So it was the least you could do. "Sure." You say as you stand up. He offers his arm to you and you take it.

You both had been walking in his halls and then the last place, the great clock he would ramble on about. When you got there you looked up at it in amazement. "Its amazing! This is so cool." He smiles and looks down, catching sight of the clock on his chest. "Would you like to see our connection?" You turn to look at him, you nod. He smiles as he parts his clothes away. When he turns to you and shows you the clock on his chest you smile. You squint and get closer, on reflex you wanted to bring your hand up and touch the clock but realized it wouldn't be mature of you to do so. He seemed to notice this and caught your hand before you could take it away. He slowly brought it up to his chest and places your hand on the outer ring of the clock "Be gentle, light touches, I do not want to to stop the clock to day." You nod and get closer, taking in all the fine details on the gold. You breath out a quite 'Wow!' and smile wide. He smiles at you and begins to blush as you look up at him "This is very amazing. Is everything as amazing as that? Or will I have to make more trips to see the ret of the castle?" It was a genuine question you were asking but somehow, this made him blush even more and somehow so did you. He looks down and shrugs his shoulders "I do not know, I quite like your company and would not mind you coming back." You nod and ask him to lead you to the exit. When he does so you turn back and gently place a kiss on his cheek. He blushes a scarlet red and swallows thickly. By the time his mind stopped racing and he looks back up, your were gone. Like you just disappeared into thin air. But he knew that within a reasonable amount of days you would be back. And then and only then would he give you a proper tour.

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