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eywathemother · 1 year

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Fish Lips part 7

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 2,312

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

If you feel like the writing is weird or the dialogue seems less, it's because I am slowly losing my sanity. :) I just sneezed my contact out of my eye KLMfaoAos- along with my soul, my soul is gone.

I was gonna post this earlier, but I was trying to find this ff that I love so I spent 3 HOURS TRYING TO FIND IT AND GUESS WHAT- I didn't. I am pissed off.

This one kinda sucks compared to my others, sorry 😭

The next few days were the most boring days of your life. Stuck to the side of your mother or father you followed them around, it pissed you off more than anything. Why were you getting punished for something you didn't even start. The only time you had time to hang out with Tsireya and your siblings was during lunch or dinner. You didn't know how long your father was going to punish you, but you were fed up with it already.

They were busy today, unsure of what they were doing you stuck near the Marui. Your mother was in the Marui, you weren't interested of exactly what she was doing so you placed yourself in her view but not nearby.

You kicked your feet into the water, almost finished with the bracelet you were making for Tuk. You loved to craft; it was one of your favorite pastimes. As you focused on finishing the last string, a head suddenly popped out of the water by your right leg.

You let out a shriek, clutching the bracelet to your chest tightly. Aonung grinned amusement at your reaction and you glared at him. You had been avoiding him, not wanting to see him after what he did to your siblings.

" What." You grumbled, going back to your bracelet." I just...wanted to see you." You looked up with a raised eyebrow, he ran a hand along the top of his head." To, you know..apologize."

" I don't accept." You blinked at him, an awkward silence hung in the air, and he clenched his jaw." You haven't even heard me out yet." He let out an unamused chuckle, trying to hide his distaste." I'm not obligated to accept."

" Yes, I know that!" He blew out a quick breath of air and lowered his voice." But at least listen to what I have to say. That's all I'm asking." He placed a hand above your knee but quickly removed it when you looked down at it." Then you can ignore me all you want."

Your ears turned a bit purple from embarrassment, mainly for having it be called out, he seemed to notice." I was right." He pointed to your ears and your quickly covered them with your hands." I don't know what you're talking about." You denied. He rolled his eyes." Your ears turn purple when you're embarrassed or angry."

" No, they don't!"

He grinned at you, and you turned your eyes away from his stare." Fine, I'll hear you out." You grumbled and he put his hand to his ear." I'm sorry, what was that?"

" Maybe I shouldn't then if you're gonna be a cocky bastard about it." You scowled at him, and he tried his best to keep a straight face." Okay, okay, fine. I'll stop teasing you." You fell into a tense silence as you waited for him to speak. His ilu nudged your leg and you pet its snout in acknowledgement.

" I'm sorry for the immaturity and bullying I put you and your siblings through. I understand that this was supposed to be Uturu for you and your family and I made it very difficult for it to be." He sighed, not making eye contact with you." You can avoid me, ignore me, glare at me.... or we could start over." He put three of his fingers to his forehead, bringing them out and pulling them down while looking at you.

You rolled your eyes, and he squirmed under your piercing gaze. After a long pause you did it back, and he had to contain himself not to show how excited he actually was." I still don't like you, though. And I don't accept you lame ass apology still." You whispered to him, and he did everything he could not to roll his eyes.

" Hello Aonung." You jumped a bit at your mothers voice." What are you doing here?" She asked, she handed you a fruit basket, full of cut fruit. " What's this for?" You asked." For your siblings, go bring it to them." Neytiri cocked her head at you." Without joining any fights."

Aonung would've snickered if you hadn't sent a glare his way. You stood up and began to walk away and Aonung hurried to catch up to you. " I'll come with you." He walked next to you, you gave an annoyed look, still mad at him." Go away." He was like an annoying, rude, cute little puppy that was trying to follow you around.

" You're grounded to your parent's company, right? I'm the chief's son if you hang out with me, I'm sure they'd let it slide." He smirked at you; he was gonna make your ears permanently purple out of irritation. Neytiri watched you two, smiling a bit at the boy trying to get your attention. It reminded her of when she first met Jake.

" Hey, why don't you go on the next hunt with us." He nudged you with his arm and you furrowed your brows." Why so you can abandon me there and almost get me killed like you did my brother." He winced." I really am sorry, I even apologized to Lo'ak."

" So, you guys are buddy-buddy now because you can both relate to being losers?" You raised a brow at him, and he rolled his eyes." He told me about your conversation, don't worry I know aaalll the juicy details." You laughed at his irritation; he put his hands behind his back and balled his hands up. He was going to tell you off, but he knew he teased you worse in the past, so he ignored you.

" So, will you?"

Before you could respond Tuk came up to you." Are you ungrounded! I want to show you something!" She didn't wait for your response and began to pull you towards the water." Look I found this really cool plant, see. See!" She waddled into the water, kneeling into the water and pointed at a plant in the water.

" Where are the others?" You asked and she shrugged." Well, Kiri is somewhere around here but I don't know where the boys are." You squatted next to her, keeping the basket balanced on your shoulder. " This is my new favorite plant, isn't it pretty!" She ran her hand along the plant, messing with it as it flowed in the water.

" Well, I brought fruit from mother for you guys as a snack." She lifted her head." Oo yummy." She went to reach for the fruit, but you pulled back a bit." You must wash your hands first." She groaned and you gave her an amused grin.

" Well, I'll eat them after I'm done exploring then. I want to show you more of what I found!" You turned towards Aonung who looked bored, annoyed that you hadn't answered his question yet. Maybe you could get him off your tail and leave you alone. So, you turned to Aonung with your smirk, a smirk you only wore when you were about to piss someone off.

" Hey, you can show Aonung. He could also give you more information on your favorite discoveries!" You turned back to Tuk, pinching her sides lightly making her giggle." Really!" She looked over your shoulder to an Aonung who was glaring at you." Would you do that!?"

You looked to Aonung expectingly, he stood their awkwardly." Uh, yeah okay." You gave a big grin to Tuk and stood up as she waddled over to Aonung. You were glad that she was relatively okay with Aonung, this would help you lose him and maybe have a decently peaceful day.

You liked Aonung to some extent, but he always managed to irritate you, even his stupid smirk made your neck purple in annoyance. At least, you hoped it was annoyance- of course it was, what are you thinking.

Tuk began to talk his ear off, asking him a bunch of questions. He was surprisingly patient with her and spoke with a softness you've never noticed before. You were off to find your brothers, you didn't trust to leave the basket with Tuk. Not that she was untrustworthy, she would just end up eating more than her fair share and you'd get in trouble for not splitting it among all of them.

You walked a few minutes on the beach until you spotted them on a rock, snickering to each other. Lo'ak hung out with Kiri the most, but during the times he did hang out with Neteyam they were both snickering and giggling like school children.

" What's up mommies' girl." Neteyam waved you over with a teasing smile, earning an eye roll from you." What happened to being stuck to mom or dad's waist?" Lo'ak raised a brow, and you handed them the box of fruit." Mom wanted me to give this to you guys."

Their hands immediately went into the basket, and you grabbed one, nibbling on it a bit." Make sure to save some for Tuk and Kiri."

" We should show Tsireya Uno." Lo'ak suggested randomly. You turned to him with a confused face." What brought this up?"

" Uno brings out the worst in us, a part of us.... she should not see.." Neteyam placed his hand on his chest and shook his head while his eyes were closed, feigning sorrow." Idiot, it's just fun." Lo'ak grumbled while shoving his face with slices of fruit.

Your father had shown you Uno when he was younger, forcing Neytiri to join every few nights for a family game. It was his favorite childhood game on Earth, and he wanted to share it with his family. It caused many fights between you and Lo'ak but it's definitely a big part of your family.

You turned around and waved behind you." Anyways, I should probably head back." They waved at you, not really paying much attention and went back to eating the fruit.

You were halfway back to your Marui when Aonung jogged up next to you and stopped." So, what about my question earlier?" He asked and you blinked at him, genuinely confused." What question?" He huffed in frustration and annoyance." About you joining Rotxo and I to go hunting."

" Uhhh..." There was a long pause as you pretended to think." Nah." You shook your head, and he got in front of you stopping you from moving." Why not?"

" I just don't want to."

You tried to move around him, but he just continued to get in your way." Come on it'll be fun." Your annoyance was growing, finding it more difficult not to yell at the boy." Why do you want me to go so badly?" You asked and he shrugged." Neteyam said you're good on a hunt, wanted to see if he's right."

You knew on some level he was being dishonest, trying to cover up the real reason as to why he wanted you to go. You didn't bother to pry, it's not like you cared.

"Okay, fine I'll go." You smirked at him, and he looked down at you with an interested stare." But I kind of don't want Rotxo there. Just you and me, okay?" He frowned, why would you ask to be alone with him if you tried to ditch him any chance you got.

Wait...oh. You were going to try and ditch him. Give him a taste of his own medicine. He grinned at you, two could play that game." Okay then, tonight before Eclipse. Don't worry about your father, I'll deal with that."

He didn't lie, you don't know exactly what he told him but about an hour later he was coming up to you telling to get ready.

Neytiri seemed relatively happy you two made up." I hope this means your fighting will lessen drastically with the boys." She looked up from her current focus of wrapping wrap stuffing. You held the urge to scoff." I hope he stops following me around like a lost puppy after this."

He might've just started doing it, but you were fed up with it already. She took a braid in between her fingers and folded it behind your ear." You are the polar opposite of Kiri it makes me laugh." Lo'ak said behind you as he carried in some fish." You are literally the biggest asshole-"

" Lo'ak!" Neytiri scolded and he let out a snicker before going to his spot next to his father." What do you know! She's literally just like me!" You chucked a random object at him that was next to you." She's not violent!"

" Yes she is! With her words! Penis Face!" You snapped at him." Hey! Knock it off you two!!"

" Ready to go?" Aonung's voice rang out on the side of the Marui, making you jump a bit. Lo'ak laughed in amusement until his arm was roughly pulled backwards by Neteyam. " Yes." You sighed and stood up; he wore a smirk on his face as you followed him away.

" So, what's with the penis face thing?" He chuckled, looking at the side profile of your face. You refused to look at him, but he took you responding as a win." Something my sister started when we were younger." You giggled to yourself at the memory.

" Kind of like the Fish lips thing that Lo'ak called you." You let out a cackle as his face fell." I don't find it that funny to be honest." He grumbled and you grinned at him." Stop looking at me like that." He pushed your face away with his hand.

The walk towards the water was peaceful, but you didn't know how peaceful this hunt was going to be. Considering you knew he knew that you were planning on ditching him and that he knew you knew he knew you were planning on ditching him which he planned to avoid as much as possible. Let the fun begin!

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a-twistedheartslonging · 11 days

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Am curious, in your non-human au how do you think the twst boys(especially like the ones that in canon of the game are beastmen and all that) would react to an MC/Yuu with a heart condition like POTS(it varies by person such as some might faint, others like myself only feel like we're gonna pass out but don't, but basically in my particular case heart works overtime by just standing let alone doing anything else)

I mean, similar to their human counterparts they would be straight up concerned.

But also...

Service dogs for people with that condition are a thing and it has me thinking of the beastie boys unintentionally filling that role. Animals can sense and smell all kinds of things going on with our bodies that we can't.

Cats are also able to smell your central nervous system and can have a weird reaction to your sneezing since your heart stops while doing so and they can tell when it happens.

Imagine a random beastie giving you a sniff sniff then handing you a candy bar, saying "Your blood sugar is getting low."

Plus, after being around you enough they know what stuff to look out for in case something happens.

From what I've seen when researching the condition, service animals trained to help their human with said condition perform tasks such as fetching items, providing balance support, alerting to changes in heart rate or blood pressure, and even offering emotional support.

Your boys and Even Grim can do that easily and probably do want to help their human however they can.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ask #asks #nonhuman au

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hypersomnia-insomniac · 7 months

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TKR Men Taking Care of Their Sick Partner HCs

Characters: Hakkai, Mitsuya, Taiju

CW: None

Reader: GN w/ high fever/super sick

Part 2

Mitsuya

As much as he loves you, he will be wearing a mask and maintaining a 3 feet distance at all times. He has little sisters to take care of and a sewing club to run, getting sick is not an option.

He'll sit you on the couch swaddled in blankets with your favorite show/movie playing while he goes and cleans. Mitsuya's the type to clean so well that he'll leave things better than when he arrived.

If you're the type that has a chronic illness or get sick often, he'll make you a few sets of custom of PJs that are so comfortable you feel like you're floating on clouds.

Since he often cooks for his sisters and mom, you bet you're gonna get an easy to eat, nutritious meal that is so good you groggily propose to Mitsuya right then and there.

"I'll think about it. Get better first," he says calmly. Deep inside he's already designing your wedding outfits.

Once you're asleep, cuddling the plushy he made, Mitsuya will gently push your hair out of your face and just bask in your beauty.

"Sorry I can't cuddle with you, baby. I'll make it up to you when you're better, promise."

Hakkai

Even though the both of you have been dating for some time, Hakkai is still nervous when it's just the two of you. So, his visits will usually be with Takemichi or Yuzuha and you guys might play some games or watch some shows if you're up for it. He'll slide you some sweets or takeout you're craving as well.

If he visits by himself, however, that's different.

When he first enters your home, he's flustered. He hasn't been in your room before, especially not with just the two of you alone. But when he sees you passed out on your bed with a flushed face and heavy eyebags, he puts all his nervousness aside.

If you end up waking up a little, Hakkai will bend down beside your bed and caress your face.

"Ho- How ya feeling? Have you eaten yet?" He'll whisper, eyebrows furrowed.

You say no, and he gets straight to work. He lifts you gently from your bed and props you up on the couch. After opening the blinds just enough to let some needed light in without adding to your migraine, he'll unpack the soup he brought.

Let's be honest, no one can top Mitsuya's food, but he tried and that alone made you feel better.

Once you're done eating, he'll let you hold his hand or let you lay on his lap if you ask. Of course, Hakkai's face will be just as red as yours and trembling like a leaf. But, he loves you and you're already his partner, so he'll brave it.

Taiju

My HC for him is that he's a germaphobe, total clean freak. He hardly ever gets sick, but something about snots and boogers grosses him out. Taiju runs a tight ship, a clean ship.

He probably won't visit very often. If you're just sniffling a bit, he'll drop off food and snacks before leaving. Maybe a hug, and definitely no kiss.

If you're having a full on coughing fit and sneezing like your lungs are filled with dust, he isn't coming within 10 feet of you. Taiju will use his long limbs to keep you faaaar away from him.

Taiju is the type to call you and stare at you through a window scolding you for getting sick. You're tired of it, but you know he cares when he sends someone by with a goody bag.

It's usually Yuzuha or the cat and dog duo (Koko and Inui). Most often it contains medicine and food that he forced had someone make. If you're lucky you might even get a card!

"Get Well." It reads. You're unsure if it's heartwarming or a threat. Either way, you're happy.

Author's Note:

This is the first installment of my "Sick S/O" HC series! I'll be adding onto it as I watch the anime and read through the manga. I hope to do all the characters and eventually do a girl version, but I don't quite have a grasp on Senju's personality yet and I want to release all the girls in one post.

#mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba #taiju x reader #taiju shiba #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you

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aalyssah · 10 months

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A Little Talk

Pairing: MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,318

Summary: You go to work sick, after Tony threatens to fire you, but Max doesn’t let that slide one bit.

A/N: Maxy Waxy defending us against TK. How cute. Hope You Enjoy!

The moment you woke up, you knew you were sick. The way you felt hot, but also cold at the same time didn't go unnoticed. As well as the fact you could barely breathe because of your nostrils being stuffed.

You wanted to stay home, but knowing Tony, he would tell you to come to work unless it was an emergency. Plus, you have a match against Toni Storm for her title in Rampage. Your first title shot after 2 years of working with AEW and you weren’t gonna let this go.

But still you tested your luck, calling Tony’s number. “Hello Y/n, what can I do for you?” You opened your mouth to speak, but a sneeze came out. “Yeah, I’m not feeling so well. Do you think I can stay home, and you can reschedule my match?”

You could hear Tony taking a deep breath. “Are you serious? We planned this match for weeks! All this drama just for you to call out at the last minute? No, you can’t have the day off, you are to come to this arena and we will have a talk.” Before you could argue back, he hung up.

You groggily got out of bed and got ready before driving to the arena. You walked down the halls with your bags, nervous for what’s to come. You knocked on the door, revealing him.

You took a seat, waiting for him to speak. “So what’s this sick mess? Did you get checked out.” You shook your head. “No, but I don’t feel good. I think I’m sick, probably a cold.” Tony looked at you up and down, taking in your disheveled form. “Well I can’t reschedule anything, so you’re gonna have to go out there and fight.”

You wanted to protest, you wanted to argue back and say no, and that’s exactly what you did. “Sir, I’m sorry, but I’m not going out there. I don’t want to risk getting other people sick.” Tony stood up, slamming his hand on his desk. “No, you will go out there and fight! I don’t care about how you feel and if you say otherwise, I will fire you!”

You jumped at his booming voice, wiping your nose. “Yes sir.” You quickly exited his office, walking down the hall. You stood there against the wall, breathing heavy. You hate when people yell at you. Just then, the sound of people walking by caught your attention.

“Wow, look at that boys. It’s Y/n.” You rolled your eyes at the sound of Sammy’s voice, along with Jake Hager. “I don’t have time for y’all.” You tried to walk away, but Jake grabbed your wrist. “Awe, don’t go now. Stay a little, yeah?”

You harshly snatched your wrist out his hold. “Don’t touch me.” Sammy faked pouted. “Why are you so snappy? Are you on your period, or did Max break up with you.” You felt a hurt at Sammy’s question. “Aye dipshits, get away from my girl and go back to your Daddy, Jericho.” The sound of Max’s voice put a smile on your face.

Sammy and Jake left, not wanting to deal with Max. You turned around and looked at him. “God you look awful.” A frown formed on your face at his statement. “Well thanks for the ‘compliment’.” Sarcasm was laced in your voice as you let out a breath.

Max began to ramble about his upcoming match against Adam Cole, but mid sentence you let out a sneeze. He froze, looking at you. “You okay?” You nodded your head, letting him continue, but before he could say 5 words, you were put in a coughing fit.

Your throat was hurting with how hard you were coughing. You fanned yourself, feeling hot, but you had goosebumps on your body. Max let out a scoff. “How did you even get sick? You look ugly, come here." He held a hand out, dragging you to his locker room.

He sat you down on the couch, taking his suit jacket off and placing it on your body. “Rest, take a nap or something, and I’ll go get some soup.” As he walked to the door, you grabbed his hand. “No, I can’t sleep. I have a match against Toni for her title, and if I don’t go out there I’ll-”

Max cut off your rambling. “Woah, calm down, babe. You’ll be alright, I’m just gonna get some soup and tell TK you can’t wrestle.” Your eyes grew wide in somewhat fear. “No don’t, he’ll fire me!” Max froze in his spot, looking at you. “Like hell he will.” Max then left the room, leaving you worried.

Your leg bounced as you bit your nails, waiting for him. Max came through the door with a bowl, steaming with smoke. “Here, eat this.” He handed you the bowl and watched as you took a spoon full of juice and chicken.

“Mm, this is good. Thank you, but I have to talk to Tony.” You couldn’t even set the bowl down when Max stopped you. “Y/n, I swear if you put that bowl down, I’ll fire you myself. Don’t worry about him, I’m gonna have a talk with him. Everything will be fine.”

He ushered you to eat and stood up. “Don’t leave this locker room.” His stern voice had you nodding your head. Max walked down the halls. With a mad expression on his face. How dare Tony threaten to fire you?

He didn’t even knock when he got to his office, busting down the door. “What the hell?” Tony mumbled under his breath, attention snapping towards Max. “Maxwell, it’s good to see-”

Max stopped Tony’s happy greetings. “Don’t act all nice now. What’s all this about you saying you were gonna fire my girl?” Tony straightened up in his chair, finally realizing Max’s anger. “Yes I did say that. She’s trying to call out on the day to an important match and I can’t have that.” Max was taken back at how harsh Tony sounded.

“Well what I can’t have is my girlfriend putting her health on the line while sick all because her dick of a boss wants money.” Tony felt anger rise in his body. “Don’t talk to me like that! Y/n needs to stop making excuses and bust her ass out there like everyone else.”

Max chuckled darkly, as Tony insulted you. In a flash Max had hold of Tony’s shirt collar, pulling him close to his face.

“Don’t ever talk about Y/n like that. If you want to fire her you’re gonna have to fire me and let’s be honest. You’re NOTHING without me. I am the top guy of this company and we all know that when I left the first time.”

Tony gulped in fear, from the grip Max had on him and the thought of him leaving the company. He shakily held his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay, we can talk about this.” Max glared at him. “No, there's nothing to talk about. Either you reschedule the match or we’re leaving.”

Tony escaped from Max’s grip pulling out his booking notepad. “L-let’s see, does next week sound good?” Max stayed silent, but nodded his head before walking out. Tony let out a breath he didn’t know he had. Max proudly walked back to the locker room, seeing you halfway asleep.

“Good news, babe. Your match is next week.” You sat up, eyeing him suspiciously. “What did you do?” Max held his hands up. “Don’t worry about that, just know you’re not getting fired and your match is next week.” He found a spot beside you, pulling you in his arms.

You could feel sleep overtaking you, slowly closing your eyes. “I love you.” A blush formed on Max’s cheeks. “Love you too.”

All it took was a little talk for you to keep your job.

#mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf fluff #mjf imagine #mjf x reader #mjf smut #mjf fanfiction #mjf aew #aew fluff #wrestling fluff

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genuine-wrestleboy · 7 months

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the attraction (1/2)

words: 5,031

(here on ao3)

It isn’t that you’re easy to scare, no matter what your friends say. So maybe heights make you nervous, and blood, and the concept of eternity, but none of that has ever stopped you. On the contrary, you like it. Love it, even—the adrenaline, the thrill, that tingle down your spine. Haunted hayrides and rollercoasters and horror films, anything that strips away the thin veneer of safety for long enough to get your heart really pumping. That’s why you’d accepted the invitation tonight, even though you don’t know the first thing about Freddy Fazbear’s, or the rumors your friends excitedly discuss on the drive over.

“Wait, there were, like, real, actual murders here?" you ask, peering out the windshield at the grungy-looking building. It's smaller than you'd expected, the neon sign above the doors flickering weakly.

“That’s what I’ve heard,” your friend tells you with gruesome excitement.

You frown a little. “That seems kind of tone deaf, doesn’t it?”

Another friend rolls their eyes. “There weren’t any real murders, it’s–ugh what's the word? Urban legend. Creepypasta shit.”

The final member of your group cuts the ignition. “If we see a photonegative Foxy I will fully shit my pants, just warning you guys now.”

Your friends laugh, and you turn back to the old pizzeria, something warm and familiar kindling in your chest. Anxious anticipation; the first sparks of fear.

It's a predictable pace from there. You made sure to get here as close to opening as you could, so the line's not too bad, but the tickets are steep.

"This better be terrifying," your friend groans.

"I better be able to fuck Freddy Fazbear himself," agrees another.

"Yeah? Is that gonna be before or after you shit yourself?"

A shrug. "Depends on what Freddy's into."

"Guys, the line's moving." You love your friends, but if you have to listen to another second of this there are going to be very real murders here tonight.

"Ooh, nice, you wanna go first or last?"

You give this question the consideration it deserves. Which kind of scared do you want to be? Do you want to face the horrors ahead and force yourself to push through them? Or do you want the eerie unknown of endless possibility at your open back? Either way is bound to get a scream out of you, which you know is mostly why your friends offer you the choice.

"Last, I think."

"Alright! Get thee behind me, scaredy!"

"Harr harr," you reply dryly.

Single file and giggling, you friends put their hands on one another’s shoulders and shuffle through the blacked-out doors. You follow suit, but the friend in front of you slaps your hand off their shoulder like a bug.

“You know you grab too hard,” they whisper harshly.

“Right, sorry.” You knot your hands into the front of your shirt instead.

It’s a bit like losing a sneeze, at first—tension building and building and then fizzling out into one long, empty corridor after another. Dim, streaky fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting strange shadows in the corners, but there’s not much else for them to work with besides the creepy crayon drawings tacked to the walls.

Then, slowly, other things start to appear: the rusted skeleton of an animatronic, strung together with wire like the bones of a museum dinosaur; a dark-stained purple vest and bowtie behind a pane of glass alongside a picture of a waving yellow rabbit suit; a skillful reproduction of a red animatronic head with a loose, toothy jaw that your friend tries to stick their hand into.

Somewhere near the shadowed ceiling, a speaker crackles to life.

“Please don’t touch the displays,” says a muffled, tired-sounding voice.

“Boo,” hisses your friend, retracting their hand. “It’s not like there’s anything else to do. This place is fucking boring.”

The rest of your friends mutter in irritated agreement. You pinch your mouth shut before you can say something you’ll regret. This hasn’t been what you’d expected, sure, and you’re not exactly scared, but you’re definitely interested. Maybe it’s just because you didn’t know anything about Fazbear’s before coming here, but you think if they just pivoted a little and turned up the lights this place could be really cool, part horror and part history.

Or they could've hired some actors or something, you suppose, but that's neither here nor there at this point.

The next hallway is entirely wallpapered with vintage advertisements and framed posters, faded photographs and glossy magazine pages and a huge full-blown painting of a goofy-looking bear with a top hat and gentle eyes.

"Mr. Fredbear, I presume." As you lean in to squint at it more closely, you notice a newspaper article pasted on the wall next to it, photocopied and blown up in size to make the letters legible even in this near-dark.

Kids Vanish At Local Pizzeria—Bodies Not Found

Ah, the creepypasta bullshit. Your eyes briefly scan the body of the article. There’s a surprising amount of detail, considering, you suspect, that not many people are expected to read it. A couple steps further along the wall, you spot another article, and you hold your phone up to it for a little extra reading light. You pause for a moment, in case the voice on the speaker has an objection, but if he does it’s apparently not big enough for him to mention it.

Five Children Now Reported Missing. Suspect Convicted.

“...where a man dressed as a company mascot lured them into a back room, eugh.” If they’re giving you backstory now, maybe this is where it starts to gear up, where the story comes in and the scares really start.

“Hey, guys, check this out.” They’ll like this, you think, gesturing them over. You hope so, anyway. “Guys?”

You look up to another long, empty corridor, and your heart drops into your stomach. Your friends are gone.

Shit, they’re going to be so annoyed if you get yourself left behind.

You abandon the articles reluctantly and follow the only path until you hit a bend in the hallway. To the left, there's a glass window, and then what looks from here like a dead end. To the right there’s a makeshift plywood door marked Cast Only, but the sign is in rough shape, and the door itself is hanging slightly ajar, like someone has just gone in.

Feeling a little dumb, you reach out and try a tentative knock. At least if it is actually an employee-only area there might be someone who can help point you in the direction of your friends.

From behind the door comes the sound of movement—heavy, halting footsteps, the beginnings of a cry. Then a sort of wet cracking sound, echoing silence. A thrill goes through you, and you feel suddenly perfectly clear, excitement honing you like a blade. That's terrifying. As you push open the door, you wonder if they only replay the track when someone is close enough to hear it or whether it's on a loop, whether you'd hear it all again if you stayed put and waited long enough.

You pass through into a cold, dank room that reeks of mildew. The only light comes from an abandoned industrial flashlight on the floor, the bright arc of its cracked bulb swaying ever so slightly side to side, as if it's only just been dropped. It makes the room into a funhouse mirror of itself, shadows stretching off in every direction like hungry searching fingers. It also makes it impossible to tell how big the room actually is, the opposite walls lost to darkness.

Fortunately, you’re no amateur, and you know the best way out of a labyrinth. The wall is distressingly sticky under your hand, but you keep your fingertips pressed steadily against it as you make your way forward. The humid air of the room is like wearing a damp sheet over your head, and your skin tingles with gooseflesh beneath it. Everything feels muffled, your own racing heartbeat the only thing your straining senses can detect.

The flashlight on the floor wobbles one more time and comes to a rest.

Your next step nearly takes your feet out from under you. Your shoe slips on the floor, the surface suddenly slick, and you barely manage to catch yourself on the wall before you go down. You let out a little involuntary yelp of surprise; it sounds like a gunshot in the otherwise silent space. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you stare out into the darkness, still as a startled rabbit. Nothing stirs, but you could swear you feel the weight of someone else’s gaze.

You pause, scarcely breathing, to give your eyes time to adjust, and slowly the floor separates into grimy checked tile and a spreading pool of thick, dark liquid. A little further down, you can just make out the limp shape of a figure slumped in the corner. Curiosity draws you closer, and you pick your way carefully around the blood, leaving shoe-shaped smears around the edge as you go. That has to be a safety hazard, right? It’s amazing that no one has fallen and gotten hurt yet—or sued Fazbear’s Fright, more likely. Maybe they have really good lawyers.

The figure in the corner seems to be a young man, blonde and ponytailed, wearing what looks like a security guard’s uniform. You brace yourself for a jumpscare as you approach.

Then you see the angle his neck is at. His back is propped against the wall, but his flat, lifeless eyes stare straight up at the ceiling, mouth hanging slack. There’s a faint trace of blood on his teeth, and a great deal more where a considerable section of his shoulder has been torn away completely. It’s an incredible piece of work, but—honestly it’s edging on a little too realistic. A deep, nauseous discomfort settles thick in the back of your throat, and you step backwards, away from the wall and the corpse, and straight into something else.

You turn, hands raised, and look up and up into the grim, grinning face of an animatronic rabbit.

"Hello!" Adrenaline spikes through you, the one-two punch of terror and delight. It’s always made you a little prone to blurting.

The rabbit stills, one broken ear flopping as the sculpted head tilts slowly to the side. You do your best not to touch the actor as you duck around him and flee in the opposite direction, away from the door you entered through.

After a moment, you hear him follow, the same slow, metallic footfalls that had enticed you in here to begin with. You feel yourself grin so hard that it hurts; this place is fucking good.

The beam of the flashlight clings by its nails to a bank of bulky steel lockers near the center of the room, and it’s these that you aim for. They give off a bluish light of their own, maybe not lockers, after all, but some sort of machinery with faintly glowing panels on their pitted faces. You follow the line of them until there’s enough room to go around, and though there are glowing panels on this side, too, the light from the flashlight is all but blocked. You have about two feet of dimly-illuminated floor before the room descends again into utter blackness. Behind you, the hiss and click of struggling hydraulics tells you that the actor in the animatronic suit is closing in fast.

Okay, deep breath. What’s your next move? Fight and flight tangle in your chest, knotting themselves together as effectively as a noose.

“Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run."

You freeze. Horror slithers down your spine and coils cold in the pit of your stomach. How can he do that with his voice? It sounds…shredded, like the throat that produced it barely remembers what it is. Your own throat activates automatically in sympathy.

But he’s singing. You can’t tell what direction it’s coming from, but you can tell that it’s getting closer.

“Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.”

Two knocks, trailed playfully along the barrier behind you. Then one deafening bang. You jump, the spell broken, all but throwing yourself into motion.

A mitted hand snaps shut around your wrist and yanks you back. Before you can even process what's happening, your back hits metal with enough force to knock the breath clean from your lungs. The rabbit animatronic leers down at you, both long arms caging you solidly in place. Washed in blue, the finer details of his face are lost, but you recognize enough to connect him to the drawings on so many of the posters in the lobby.

“Hello,” says the Springtrap. The smell that rolls out of his mask when he speaks is a bit of a demented touch.

"Oh wow," you breathe. “I didn’t know you guys were allowed to touch us.”

Springtrap makes a gravelly, gargling sound that you realize belatedly is laughter. He leans in, leans down, looming ghoulishly as he stares you down with unblinking interest. His eyes reflect the cold blue light like polished silver, half-hidden by the suit’s heavy lids. You meet his gaze and feel suddenly strangely exposed, like you might as well be standing here in nothing but your socks. Your heart races in your chest, and, humiliatingly, another, lower part of you starts to respond, too.

Lifting one huge paw, the actor in the Springtrap suit runs the pad of his thumb down the side of your neck, and a gasp drops from your lips. The texture of his fur is like greasy velvet rubbed the wrong way, waxy and matted, and you feel the bite of metal as he hooks the digit into your shirt collar and drags it aside. Your skin tingles in the wake of his ungentle touch.

“Can you feel that?" The question bursts out of you like nervous laughter. “I mean, those gloves, do you, are they easy to use? I’m not—I don’t want to seem like one of those assholes who think they’re too good to be scared, I’m honestly terrified, you’re just—” don’t say hot, don’t say hot “—gorgeous.”

Oh god, that is so much worse.

“Gorgeous,” he repeats, and you could swear he sounds amused.

A blush tears its way across your face. “Wait, no, I meant—I mean, I did mean it, I just, mostly I meant that whoever made that suit must be, like, incredible, it looks amazing, I—I am so sorry, I babble when I’m scared. Usually not this much though."

You hear that broken laughter again, and Springtrap reaches and spreads the broad length of his hand along your windpipe. He doesn't press down, but he doesn't have to; one sharp fingertip traces the underside of your jaw, and your breath stutters and catches hard.

"And what if I told you," he says, "that I made this suit?" There’s a grin in there somewhere—you can hear it, even if you can’t see it. There’s also, you think, the hint of an accent, something round hidden in the harsh rasp of his consonants.

"Did you?" you ask dumbly.

"I did," he confirms.

"Well you totally killed it. It’s—it must’ve been a real labor of love." Jesus, what has your life come to? You're making first-date small-talk with a haunt actor who has his hand around your throat and you're barely resisting the urge to grind against the seam of your jeans.

"It was." His grip tightens, and you do your best not to go completely boneless against him. You can hear how breathless you are when you speak, but it feels sort of fuzzy and far away.

"It's cool that you get to wear it, too, then. Instead of just, like, watching someone else do it."

Springtrap stills. "That I get to wear it," he says. His voice rests on a precarious note between wistful and annoyed.

A beat of silence, snapping-tense. He stares at you, thoughtful in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s contemplating your words so much as he’s contemplating you. When he turns your face towards the wall, you let him, swallowing hard against his palm. Hot, foul air stirs your hair as he nuzzles along the juncture of your jaw, your pulse fluttering madly at his fingertips.

“Funny, frightened thing." There's something almost wondering in his voice, almost soft. "What am I to do with you?”

You honest-to-god whimper at that, a thoroughly telling sound you don't quite manage to stifle.

Springtrap chuckles, rumbling and low. “You seem like you have ideas.”

This might be the most embarrassed you have ever been in your life. Unfortunately, the same could probably be said for how turned on you are.

“Are they, uh, bad ideas?” you ask.

A single trailing finger scrapes itself down your throat, your chest, and the topmost button on your shirt pops free and clatters away.

“There's a very good way to find out.”

The thing is, you don’t need him to tell you that it's a bad idea, it is an objectively bad idea. He’s a stranger, and you’re in public, and there are—oh god, oh no no. The voice on the speakers, don’t touch the displays, and it’s not that you think Springtrap counts as a display, per se, but.

“Don't they—aren’t there cameras?”

Something about the question seems to strike him as funny. He tilts his head, and you can see the flash of a leer behind his teeth. Another button snaps off with a snk.

“Not in here.”

"Oh," you say.

"Oh," he confirms smugly.

With a flourish, Springtrap claims a third button, putting your shirt officially past the point of damage that is going to require explaining to your friends later. That, and the red, raised line bisecting your chest, a stinging arrow that leads directly to where his finger pauses with intent between your tits. A low rumble rattles through his chest, the shredded suit honing the harmonics into something snarling and inhuman.

God, you are so fucking wet.

"Fuck," you breathe. You catch yourself pushing your chest forward, tempting his touch like some horny, preening bird. His hand returns to your throat, steady, merciless pressure until your vision starts to soften at the edges.

"Language," teases Springtrap idly.

"Yes, sir,” you laugh wheezily. You can't help it; maybe it's the oxygen deprivation.

The sound melts on your tongue as he takes your breast in one huge paw, kneading the sensitive flesh experimentally. Heat thrums between your legs, and he hums, pleased, at the needy little noises it draws out of you instead. Despite the hand on your throat, he touches you with this strange, unexpected tenderness, like he hasn’t touched anyone else in a long time. Hesitant. Hungry.

“How refreshing to find someone who knows their place,” he murmurs softly, and, god, that does something terrible to you. You gasp as his thumb brushes roughly over your nipple, once and then again, panting into the stale air as you cant your hips unthinkingly in his direction. He chuckles, rubbing soothing circles against your rabbiting pulse point. “As I thought. You’re just a slut, aren’t you?”

“Hn–!” It hits you like a shock, white heat touching every nerve in your body. Your pussy aches for attention, throbbing and slick and so sensitive you’re pretty sure you could come with a single touch.

“Hm?” prompts Springtrap blithely.

You swallow a moan. “Yes, sir.”

"Good," he says approvingly. His voice is rough as he leans in, "And good little sluts who know their place deserve a reward, wouldn't you agree?"

"Holy shit." If you were any more coherent you'd shove his hand down your pants yourself. "Yes, please, yes, yes, sir."

Mercifully, whatever playful objections Springtrap might have to your language this time don't stop him from obliging. He makes quick work of the rest of your shirt, the remaining buttons sliced apart like butter. The skin beneath them feels burning hot.

This is such a bad idea, what are you doing, are you insane? Are you stupid? Springtrap dips a teasing touch low along your stomach, and you have your jeans undone and around your thighs before your brain even has time to process the thought. He laughs, hooking a claw under the waistband of your panties.

“Greedy,” he says fondly.

“God,” you gasp. Your face flushes with heat, but it’s impossible to distinguish from the heat taking you apart everywhere else.

Springtrap growls and tears your panties open with an effortless twist of his wrist. “Close enough.”

The first hint of pressure on your clit almost makes you howl. You bite down on the heel of your hand, your head hitting the metal behind you with a hollow thunk. Springtrap rubs you in slow, steady circles, watching you raptly with his bright, pale eyes. Pleasure builds fast—you’re already so worked up, it won’t take much to send you over the edge at this rate. His finger eases back towards your eager hole, and you buck your hips forward, a cry falling from your helpless lips.

He presses his fingertip to your entrance. "That's right," he coos sweetly, "Show me how badly you want it."

You know some of those fingers are sharp, you have plenty of evidence on your skin to attest to that fact. It should matter more, probably, but then again a lot of things should probably matter more to you than they do. Right now all you can bring yourself to care about is the slow, ready stretch as you lower yourself onto him, glorious fullness that feels like you've been waiting for it your entire life.

Springtrap allows the movement, following without ever fully removing his grip from your throat. Between his hands, your breath tears into desperate shreds, tight, shallow inhales that leave you dizzy and loose. You roll your hips, pleasure bleeding lazily through you, and it's so good you could sob.

"What a shameless display." His voice wants to be light, but there's a red thread of hunger in it that he can't quite hide. "You'd let anyone have you like this, wouldn't you?"

You keen high in your throat and shake your head, too overwhelmed to form proper words.

"No?" he asks. His thumb grazes your clit, and your whole body jerks at the wave of heat that rolls through you. "You expect me to believe that, with how easily you spread your legs for me?"

You think, giddily, that you might never spread your legs for anybody else again. Springtrap hooks his finger, pressing against a spot that makes you see stars. A moan rises and spills, liquid and sweet, from your tongue, and honestly there’s a chance that you’re maybe also drooling a little, too. He laughs, curves himself to speak directly into your ear.

“Or, let me guess,” he says conversationally, “—is it because I’m gorgeous?”

He punctuates the final word by thrusting another finger into your pussy, and you cling to his arm reflexively as your trembling legs threaten to give out beneath you.

“Ohhh, god, yes.” You’re wet enough that the pain is only an echo, pleasure the screaming constant. He feels huge inside you, like something you’ll never properly recover from, something you’ll need forever. He ghosts brief bursts of pressure against your clit, knowing and cruel, his breath ragged as you fuck yourself raw on his fingers.

“Needy thing, I can feel how close you are, shall I let you come?”

“Please,” you gasp, “please, yes, please let me come.” Everything is swimmy and tingly and sweet, your world reduced to the tight coil of heat in your core and the places where Springtrap touches you.

Sharp fingertips dig into your neck. “Watch your manners, slut.”

Fuck. “Yes, sir, please, sir.” You feel like a match just struck, stuck suspended in the moment before consuming ignition.

Springtrap growls, angling his wrist to slam a thrust home to meet your desperately rocking hips. “Good. You’re so good for me.”

Anything, you think senselessly, you could do anything if it meant he’d tell you that you’re good, and you would, you want to, you—

“Go ahead, come for me, darling,” he hisses, and you clamp your thighs shut around his hand and obey.

Climax consumes you, blissful combustion at last, wrings a hoarse shout from your abused throat and whites out every other sensation in its blazing wake. Springtrap waits patiently as you ride it through, his touch gentling, leaving a litany of little nonsense niceties against your skin as your senses return to you. His fingers slip out of you, soreness already blooming. But bright, giddy joy seeps in to fill your chest, and you laugh, feeling it reverberate against his palm.

“Would it be weird if I asked to give you my number?”

He pets your hip idly, chuckling warmly into the crook of your shoulder, and for a moment you think maybe you’re on the verge of the world’s best and most inexplicable meetcute.

Then you hear the door on the other side of the room creak open. Reality takes you by the shoulders and shakes, and you’d jump back if you had anywhere to go. Springtrap stills, head tilted, listening with an obvious tense recognition. A voice—familiar, the same voice from the speaker, muffled and tired, only now it’s obvious that he’s in the room, and he’s—

He’s calling your name.

“Are you in here?”

You look to Springtrap but he’s just…gone. Without so much as a goodbye, all six foot huge of him, silent as a ghost into the darkness. All the warmth in your body floods away–and you get it, sort of, at least you try to, but mostly now you’re left standing here feeling stupid and—oh fuck. You scramble to get yourself sorted, yanking up your jeans over a cold, uncomfortable wetness and clutching the ruined edges of your shirt together. You turn just in time to see the edges of a light bob across the floor.

“Shit. Shit." He calls your name again, this time noticeably more frantic.

"I'm here!" Your voice is a dry rasp; you clear your throat, not without pain, and try again. "Hi! Here!"

A figure rounds the corner wearing what you recognize now as a security uniform. His hat is pulled low over his forehead, and whatever it doesn’t obscure is covered by one of those paper surgical masks. His light cuts across you; you lift a hand to shield your eyes. He pauses, then seems to start, freeze a little. Then he rushes over to you, pushing his hat back and bending to examine you, half reaching out as he does.

“Please tell me you’re alright.”

“What?” you ask. “I—yeah, of course, I’m fine, I—” You’re probably a little scratched up, but most of that is at least still partially hidden by your disheveled clothes. You look down at yourself, the mess now illuminated by the guard’s cold white light.

You’re covered in blood. Smeared low on your stomach, on your hip, poking suspiciously out from under your shirt. Your hands are tacky with it, too, leaving a trail of smudges everywhere you’ve touched yourself. You pointedly do not check the flies of your jeans.

“Oh, it’s fine! It’s not real,” you tell him awkwardly.

The guard has been made up for the house, and he’s wearing these incredible contacts, black scleras that turn his pupils bright white. They dart over your face with something that feels terribly akin to pity.

“You saw him?” he asks. This close, his voice sounds as rough as yours.

“Him?” you parrot dumbly.

“Shit,” says the guard, glancing away. “Never mind. I, uh, need you to come with me, okay? It’s not—your friends were looking for you.”

“They were?” you ask. You feel sort of stunned, swarming inside like a hive of angry bees, too full of buzzing emotions to hear any one more clearly over the others.

The guard waves a hand in front of your eyes. It’s skeletally bony and painted in bruisey purples, presumably to match whatever they’re doing with the rest of his costume.

“I think you might be going into shock. Can I touch you?”

You nod. He takes your arm gingerly, and you sort of sag against him, your own weight suddenly a lot to ask yourself to handle. Together, you pick your way back across the dark room—he brings you the opposite way, avoiding his mannequin counterpart—and into the building proper, where he lets you lean against the wall in the dim hallway. It feels cool out here, making you very aware of everywhere that you’ve sweated through your clothes.

“Wait here,” says the guard. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get you something.”

Something? you wonder, but he’s back almost as soon he goes, tossing you a bundle of fabric. You shake it out curiously. It’s a sweatshirt, faded purple and soft with age, the remnants of white lettering arcing across the front: H-U-R-R-I-C-A-N-E.

“Thought you might need it more than I do,” the guard tells you. He has a faint accent, you realize, just like.

Just like Springtrap. What’s going on here?

“You don’t care if I get it dirty?” You lift your bloody hands illustratively.

“It’s seen worse,” the guard assures you. Little crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes. You wonder if they’re grey under those contacts.

“Well, thank you. I really appreciate it.” You pull the sweatshirt over your head, immediately relieved to have none of your undergarments a sneeze away from being on display.

The guard shrugs, sweeping his flashlight across the hallway like he’s looking for something. “Least I could do. Do you feel like you can walk?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m—” you flash a thumbs-up. “I’m golden.”

That makes the guard laugh, a hard, cold snort of mirth. He gives you another long look, familiar in its surveying weight. Then he lifts his hand slowly, taps a bandaged finger against a coppery nameplate on his uniform shirt.

“Hi, golden, I’m Mike.”

#springtrap #springtrap x reader #my fic #THERE'S CHOKING IN THIS TOO THAT TAG IS EDITED ON AO3 BUT HEADS UP #william afton #william afton x reader

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If you’re ever overwhelmed.. Aki is your list maker. He always does it without you noticing—he’ll be like “okay can you repeat all the things you have to get done today one more time…” then he’s ripping a page off his cutesy little fridge notepad when you’re finished talking and it has all of your goals written in a bulleted list. He’ll go through it with you one more time to see which things he can help with.

Your appointment maker too. And he’ll go to the doctor with you if you’re nervous, holding your hand when you’re talking to people (No matter the appointment or procedure you will force this man to stay in the room; there is no boundaries there)

He’ll be sitting there clarifying your symptoms for you when the doctor misinterprets things.

He loves looking at you. This should go without saying—he thinks you’re beautiful and he loves you, but he watches you like it’s his job.

He doesn’t need entertainment, he doesn’t need something to keep him busy while you’re doing other things—it’s enough for him to just observe you, studying your every movement with a look of content concentration on his face.

He’s just so interested in how you do things—mostly mundane, everyday tasks. He’s conscious of the fact that he can’t view you objectively anymore when the grip of a pencil between your fingers seems endearing and the way you wiggle your arms into shirt sleeves in the morning captivates him more than any movie could. Your careful movements while cooking, the faces you make when you brush your teeth, the way you pick fuzz off clothes—Aki is the one to study it all.

He’s certain he could fill a library with all the little details he’s noticed, and if one already existed he knows he’d spend every waking minute inside, studying more.

Aki is the man to claim to not want any pets till you come home with one someday. He’d be sooo grumpy towards you that evening, holding the little furry baby in his arms and staring at it like a mother stares at her newborn child before pausing to glare at you like “I did not okay this >:(“

Of course he becomes an instant helicopter dad, taking a billion pictures of the animal, documenting its growth, buying it endless toys and treats.

He ends up spoiling this lil guy way more than you too.

“He can have a little whipped cream you fucking dictator!”

He sneezes so loudly probably and you always side eye him and he’s like “sorry for sneezing??? Do you want an apology??”

He’s a lawfully evil notes app user. Fucking breaking it out when no one’s looking and writing about a questionable thing someone did to talk to you about it later. He takes general notes on people too, writing their birthdays so he doesn’t forget and casually jotting down gift ideas when someone mentions their interests. He’s well within his rights to do all this but to you it feels unfair—like he’s always bringing extra study materials to tests you have to go in blind for.

“No one’s stopping you from taking notes too. It’s honestly really helpful.” “I’m not gonna stoop to analyzing strangers on my phone, weirdo!”

Is annoyed at the fact you don’t know how to pirate things. “A torte?” “A torrent!” He looks at you like you just asked a kindergarten level math question. “You need to know this, it’s important. So once you’ve found a magnet link..”

he treats you like a fucking baby if you’re ever under the influence and he’s not.

He’ll buckle you in while driving—holding no trust for your drunk brain.

“Aki noo I can buckle myself!” He glares at you for a second then continues to do it for you but more slowly.

When you remember that your sober self left a pomegranate in the fridge, you have immediate intentions to cut into that thing but the knife is out of your hand before you can even blink.

Aki shakes his head while he slices it for you on a cutting board, muttering under his breath about saving money on hospital bills.

Social gatherings with Aki are great, but your favorite part is always getting back home so you can deconstruct the evening. Aki is a grade A gossip I swear, he will bring up all the points you were thinking and more. He LIVES for your cozy nights in pajamas, discussing your friends’ relationship drama and your coworker’s affair.

He is such a considerate person to live with. He often wakes up before you for work but he’s always tip-toeing around in the mornings not to wake you, shutting cabinets so quietly and taking out pans all slow and careful. He’ll usually leave some of whatever breakfast he made in a Tupperware for you when you finally do awaken, making note of it on his handy fridge sticky notes, always with an added “have a good day, pretty” and a messy lil heart.

This man has mild anxiety I say!! Especially with sleeping, he can’t do it the same if he isn’t touching you—he needs to know you’re safe and okay next to him.

He also appreciates your frequent texts about nothing in particular for this reason, it keeps him reassured that everything’s okay.

Speaking of texting, Aki acts like the little memes and videos you send are dumb and his sense of humor is above them, but he secretly finds you SO hilarious.

Like he chuckles when he’s by himself just thinking of some of the stupid things you’ve sent him.

One time he saved a reaction pic you sent, never telling you how funny he found it, and sent it to Denji when it worked perfectly in their text conversation like 3 months later. Only the meme was so old by that point that it made him look out of touch :/

You remind him of it every time you show him a tweet or something and he doesn’t laugh or react, saying he’ll probably save it and send it to people later in secret.

If there’s errors no there isn’t <3

I was also given a request for these geared towards shy reader,, hopefully I post that tmrw

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bellysoupset · 5 months

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Hey, Soup! So I have an idea.

If there's one thing I know, it's that carsickness can be made 100 times worse by 3 things: uncomfortable warmth, abnormally stiff seats, and fragrant car freshener scents. Leo and I are literally in the exact same boat when it comes to car sickness, and I know that when you get dizzy enough you can barely keep your eyes open, and it will not go away for hours!!!

I had this idea where maybe the whole gang goes on a trip somewhere and they rent one of those vans that has two seats in the front, two in the middle, and three in the back. And while they're driving somewhere and having a good time and everything, maybe Leo is just super uncomfortable in the van because it has little inconveniences that are just making his carsickness so much worse, but he doesn't wanna spoil the mood so he says nothing.

And maybe when they make a stop for gas and snacks or something, Leo stands outside the car and suddenly just starts throwing up violently.

Suddenly, everyone is panicked because Leo is almost delirious with nausea and dizziness. And Jonah is on the fine line between nervous boyfriend and trained doctor.

After that, maybe they manage to finish the drive to their hotel or wherever they're staying and there's just a lot of cute fluff and cuddles with Jon babying dizzy Leo.

I just think this would be so cute!!!

Plus, I'm stressed out with classes so I NEED my Jon and Leo fluff!! It's my serotonin (I think I spelled that right)!!

Hi darling! Thank you so much for this prompt and I hope you have your dose of Jon/Leo serotonin and classes are no longer stressing you out 💛

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"Leo can't go in the back," Jonah said sleepily, his voice a notch deeper than usual and twice as grouchy. He wanted to strangle Bella for suggesting they do a mini road trip for the nearest music festival and his boyfriend for agreeing with it.

Bella was virtually untouchable after such a scare during Halloween, so whatever Bells wanted, Bells got and that was the whole reason they were now in a van driving to fucking Manchester. Jonah wanted to kill her.

"I'm fiiiine," Leo whined at his overbearing words, but everyone else agreed that there was no way Leo could sit in the back, so he was quickly banished to the front of the van, alongside Luke, who'd be driving for the nearly four hours long trip.

Really, Manchester?

"Glare any harder and Bell will need at least two more stitches," Vince teased him with a whisper, while Jonah glared at Wendy and Bella curled up together on the seat ahead of him.

Jonah let out a huff, "I don't even like rock."

"It's a music festival," Vince rolled his eyes, "cheer up, man. There's gonna be a bunch of other shit to do, cool food, other bands too."

"Don't tell me to cheer up, shut up," Jonah scoffed, jamming up his elbow on Vin's side when the man tried to grab his shoulders and rattle him.

"Just go the fuck to sleep," Wendy yawned, eyes closed and squirming on her seat so she could better use Bell's shoulder as a pillow, "you're always cranky when you're sleepy, just get a nap."

"I'm not a fucking toddler," Jonah kicked their seat, causing Bella to open her eyes, all blue, confused and a little in pain. Guilt burned his stomach, "sorry..."

She opened a small smile, nodding and pressing her cheek back to the top of of Wendy's head.

Lucas had volunteered to drive, half because he was a control freak, half because he needed to be given something to do. Either way, Jonah was happy he had, because he knew that if Luke and Vin had been sat together, no one would be able to catch even a little bit of sleep. He curled up on his side, resting his forehead on the window and turning away from Vince, quickly dozing off.

Jonah woke up with giggling.

He frowned in his sleep, trying to figure what were the whispers about or the giggles... Something trickled his nose and he wrinkled it, closing his eyes back again... Something trickled his nose again and Jonah sneezed, a hand coming up to shield his face from view and smearing shaving cream all over his nose and mouth.

Vince, Wendy and Bella let out a howl, wheezing with laughter and Jonah opened his eyes in shock, before glaring at them, spitting the shaving cream, "What are you, fucking four years old?!" he exclaimed, kicking Vince's thigh with all his force, "what the fuck!?"

Wendy was clutching her ribs, "you look soooo cute with the cream mustache!"

"Shut up Wendy!" Jonah exclaimed, furiously trying to wipe the shaving cream off his face, but only causing a bigger mess since they hadn't been economic when putting it on his hand. Bella was wheezing, her head thrown back with a laughter and he could see Luke's shoulders shaking too. The whole car smelt like Vince's overpowering lavender scented shaving cream.

"Stop the car!" Jonah groaned, wiping his still dirty hand on Vince's shirt and causing him to squeal, since he was too busy laughing to avoid getting smeared with it, "Atwood, stop the fucking van!"

"Okay!" Luke yelled, clearly laughing, "fine! Calm down!" and then in a lower voice, "we needed gas anyway."

Jonah glared at his friends, groaning that now he'd be smelling like Vince the rest of the day, "you guys are such assholes," he pouted, once again trying to wipe his face, just as Luke turned on the lights to show he'd be turning in the nearest exit.

"I'm s-ssorry," Wendy said, but it was hard to believe she was apologetic when there were tears clinging to her lashes, mascara smeared with how hard she had laughed, "here, here-" she reached inside her bag and grabbed a little washcloth, so he could wipe most of the cream, although the sticky sensation and powerful smell was still there.

A gas station came into view and the van swerved to the right, shaking with the change of terrain, before coming to a stop before one of the gas bombs.

He immediately jumped out and so did Luke to fill up the tank and so did Leo... Who took three steps forward and bent in half, throwing up all over the floor and his own sneakers.

Jonah let out a yelp, jumping back. He was far away enough that he watched the next events unfold in slow motion, Leo swaying forward as if he was gonna pass out and Lucas realizing what had happened, barely managing to catch him as Leo's knees buckled, arms wrapped around his chest.

"FUCK!" Luke's shout overpowered Jonah's equally nervous "Leo!"

He skipped forward, shaving cream forgotten, not a mind paid to the disgusting puddle on the ground, crouching down to where Luke was holding Leo by the chest, the blonde still hung forward, vomit dripping from his lips.

"Baby, baby, baby, hey-" Jonah chanted, cupping his face, "Leo, open your eyes... Baby, what's wrong-"

"Carsick..." Leo groaned, his voice rough, before he heaved again and Jonah was forced to jump to the side, narrowly avoiding getting his jeans covered in puke. Leo let out a sob, one hand darting out and curling on Luke's shirt, squeezing it until his knuckles turned white, "msorry-" he slurred, a line of sick saliva hanging from his bottom lip.

"Don't worry about it," Lucas said, his voice calm, while he met Jonah's eyes over the blonde's head, all worried, "I'm gonna get us up, okay?"

Leo jerked slightly, barely nodding and Luke moved his arms, wrapping Leo's chest with his right arm and grabbing on the van with the left one so he could pull them both up, Jonah moving forward to grab his boyfriend's bicep.

He could tell that Lucas was holding all of Leo's weight just by the way Leo's feet were almost dangling on the ground. Jonah frowned, rubbing his boyfriend's back, just as Leo heaved again, letting out a loud moan as even more vomit joined the mess.

"Shhh-" Luke cooed, while Jonah moved his hand so he was holding Leo's forehead, stopping him from getting his shirt and Luke's arm covered in sick.

"Goddammit Leo, why didn't you say anything?" Jonah said, using the little washcloth Wendy had given him to wipe his boyfriend's mouth, "we're gonna get you to the bathroom to get cleaned up."

"Nooo..." Leo punctuated the groan with a sick burp, gagging again, "can't walk... Wirl- Twirling..."

"Did you hit your head or something?" Luke asked, frowning, but Jonah rolled his eyes. This was not a concussion, Leo was not a football player anymore.

"Where exactly he would've hit his head, he spent all of yesterday at the office," he snapped, stroking Leo's cheek, "baby did you take the meds?"

"Uhmmmm..." Leo groaned, although he nodded, before he gagged again and slurred, "move-" and threw up once more. Jonah wasn't sure how he had so much in him, after the meager breakfast he had forced on the blonde this morning, exactly because Leo didn't want to get carsick and was refusing to eat, Jon reasoning he'd feel even sicker if he had nothing in his stomach at all.

He waited until the spell passed, before cupping Leo's cheeks and forehead, expecting to meet a fever, but instead under his hands there was just cold, clammy skin.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Leo whined, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "Jon..."

"I got you," Jonah squeezed his nape, "are you done?" he couldn't possibly have more in him, right?"

Leo let out a groan that could mean anything, so Jon forced him to remove the arm from around his belly and threw it around his own shoulders, while Lucas did something similar so they could drag the blonde to the bathroom.

Yet, Leo was completely boneless and not five steps in, his knees gave up again, nearly pulling all three of them down.

"I got him," Vince jumped out of the van, from where they had been watching the scene unfold, Bella and Wendy's head poking out of the doorway.

"I got you, kiddo," he circled Luke, getting Leo's arm wrapped around his shoulders instead of Lucas' and then wrapping an arm around the blonde's knees, lifting him up with a grunt, "where to?" Vince asked in a strained voice.

"Here," Luke led the way, while Jonah was too busy fussing over Leo. He could tell the blonde wasn't feeling well at all, because he didn't complain once at being carried like a damsel.

All four of them spilled into the public bathroom of the gas station. They were lucky it was a big franchise, a normal stop for buses, so the bathroom was huge, with many stalls. Leo let out another groan, pushing at Vin's chest and the other man put him down just in time for Leo to stumble toward the sink and bring up another mouthful of sick.

He let out a pitiful moan, knuckles white on the granite of the sink and Jonah grabbed his bicep to keep him up, rubbing his back, "you're okay baby, just get it up. You'll feel better soon..." he said helplessly. Leo shook his head, his whole face scrunched up.

"My stomach-" he made a little drowning noise in the back of his throat, before gagging fruitlessly.

Jonah let out his own unhelpful little groan, squeezing his nape, "hey, take a deep breath, love..."

Lucas turned on the tap, running his hands under the cold water and using them to wipe at Leo's face, drool and puke be damned. Leo leaned onto his touch, sniffling as if he was about to start crying.

"Jon..."

"I'm right here," Jonah squeezed his arm, mimicking what Luke was doing and planting his cold, humid hand on his boyfriend's overheated nape, "I got you..."

"Vince?" Wendy called from the door, poking her head in for a sec. Vince moved out of the bathroom and once he returned he was holding a plastic water bottle and slippers.

"The girls got you this, kid. Let's get you out of these shoes..."

With much effort Jonah ushered Leo to take a sip of the water, while Vince help him up, so Luke could go and undo his vomit covered laces and remove his shoes, putting his feet into fluffy slippers.

"I don't feel well..." Leo whined, struggling to keep his head up, "I wanna lie down..."

"We're gonna stop at the nearest motel," Jonah promised, wrapping an arm around his waist, "let's go back to the car, okay? You can lie down on the backseat."

"N-no..." Leo frowned, eyes closed. Even when he did manage to open his eyes, they were struggling to focus on anyone, "I'll get sick in the back..."

"We're so past that, baby," Jon rolled his eyes, then nodded at Vince and together they managed to pull Leo back to the car.

"Here," Bella moved forward to help Jonah push him inside, sliding her hands under his arms and hugging the blonde's chest, pulling him in, "I got him, get in."

Jonah obeyed, jumping over his boyfriend — whom he had forgotten was six feet tall — and sliding on one of the seats, so Bella and Wendy could carefully get Leo with his head resting on his lap, before moving to fold his legs.

Leo let out a groan, muffling a burp on Jonah's thigh, "I'm gonna be sick again..."

"Right now?" Jonah frowned and got no answer. Wendy jumped out of the van, while Luke fussed with the gas bomb and Vince slid into the driver's seat, since he was a better driver than Lucas and drove faster.

Wendy returned not even five minutes later, holding a plastic kids' bucket and a bunch of plastic bags, as well as paper napkins. She handed the items to Bella, before switching places with Luke and getting on the passenger seat, so he got in the back and finally the slammed the door closed.

"We're gonna stop in a second, Leo," Lucas promised him and the blonde only let out a groan, eyes squeezed shut and a painful frown one.

"The car.... Smells...." Leo whined after a minute of painful silence and Jonah vaguely heard Vin cursing up in the front, before the windows were rolled down, while Bella passed the bucket to Luke and wet some of the napkins, passing them to Jonah.

"Clean up."

"What?"

She let out a frustrated groan, before moving from her seat and crouching in front of him, wiping his cheek and hands with the wet napkins. It took Jonah a second to realize she was getting rid of the shaving cream, his mind too busy worrying about Leo to even remember that.

He blushed, "oh- Thanks..."

"Oh god," Leo groaned, before pitching forward and almost covering Bella's lap with sick, wasn't it for Luke nearly falling as he shoved the bucket under his mouth.

Jonah cringed, forcing his eyes on Vince's head poking out of the driver's seat headrest and keeping a hand on Leo's trembling back, keeping him steady.

He gagged and coughed for another minute, before slumping back down and Luke took the bucket back, while Jonah glanced down to his boyfriend' sickly face. He was so white that Jon could see just the pattern of veins under his cheek.

Leo let out a little whine, sniffling again and rolled on the seat, so he could press his forehead to Jonah's stomach.

"Try to sleep, baby," Jonah whispered, leaning in to kiss the top of his head. He heard a little moan and nothing else.

In front of him, Bella had already curled back up and was resting her head on Lucas' arm, as he whispered "are you alright?" in her ear and she nodded, sleepily.

Jonah was aware there had been consequences of the brain injury but he had been yet to witness what Lucas had told him, Bella falling asleep after barely being up for two hours.

Jon caught Luke's worried eyes and the other man shrugged, glancing down to Leo with an equally concerned expression. Wordlessly, Jon shook his head, taking some odd comfort in the camaraderie.

It didn't take them long to find a side of the road motel, but still Jonah didn't move, not daring to wake up Leo until everything was sorted.

He watched as Luke quietly pushed Bell off his shoulder, so she was asleep against the window and then he jumped out alongside Wendy and Vin.

In front of Jonah, Bella let out a little sigh, opening her eyes and rubbing, "what...Where...?"

"The motel," Jon cleared up, glancing down and keeping his fingers running through Leo's blonde hair. He wondered if his boyfriend was even asleep, or just trying to stay so still he could ward off the nausea, "Leo?"

A little grunt answered him and Jonah raised his eyebrows, surprised it was the second option, "we're getting a motel room, okay? Just a little longer, baby."

"Okay..." Leo answered, his voice muffled by Jonah's jeans.

Bella was watching him, with a frown between her eyebrows, "this was a stupid idea..." she whispered once Jonah looked up, "I'm sorry."

"It was," Jonah agreed, not feeling one little bit forgiving when Leo was clearly in so much pain. He caught a flash of hurt on Bell's eyes, but she didn't say anything, except for sliding out of her seat and stepping out of the van.

"It's not her fault," Leo groaned, curling up even more, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Jonah opened his mouth to complain, but was interrupted by Leo squeezing his leg, saying "help me sit up."

Sitting up was a challenge on its own, the change of positions causing Leo to sway on the spot and gulp convulsively, cold sweat once again covering his brow.

"Alright," Wendy poked her head inside the car, "we got you a room. Room 203," she dangled the keys before her face, "do you need help? Leo?"

"I can manage," he grumbled, although his voice was thick with queasiness and Jonah wasn't feeling very positive about that.

He jumped out of the car, before grabbing Leo's arm and throwing it around his neck, helping him out too. Wendy guided the way, skipping ahead and they stumbled forward, like a couple of zombies.

Just as they were about to reach the door, Leo let out another groan, squeezing Jon's arm, "wait... Shit, wait..." he leaned forward and Jonah squeezed his arms around him, as Leo gagged and brought up a thin splash of bile all over the gravel.

He dry heaved for another minute, while Wendy unlocked the door and turned up the A/C, disappearing inside.

"You're empty, love," Jonah sighed, ignoring the queasy churn of his own stomach, straightening up his boyfriend, "you're done."

"My belly hurts," Leo's voice sounded like he had chain smoked for 20 years. Jonah's heart squeezed in sympathy, he'd switch places with him if could.

"I know, I know. You'll be laying down soon and I can rub your tummy for you," he promised, causing the corner of Leo's lip to go up.

"My tummy, uh?"

"Shut up," Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't keep the relief out of his voice, hearing his boyfriend sound like himself, "c'mon."

They finally stumbled inside the room and Jonah could've cried at Wendy's forethought of pulling the blankets off the bed, placing the ice bucket near the bedside table and a bunch of water bottles too.

He almost fell in the bed with Leo and the blonde curled up, hiding his face on the pillow. Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, circling the bed quietly and planting a kiss on top of Jonah's curls, since he was sitting on the bed.

"I left some dramamine on the bathroom sink. He can take it if he manages to keep water down at least for twenty minutes," she whispered, "my room with Vin is right next door, 202, just knock on the wall if you need anything."

"Thank you, Dee," Jonah whispered back and she shrugged, stepping out of the room and shutting the door.

Leo let out a sigh, grabbing his wrist, "get in with me."

Jonah obeyed immediately, although he stayed over the covers, big spooning his boyfriend and letting out a worried sigh when Leo muffled a whine against the pillow as he was hugged from behind.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, lips meeting the top of Leo's head. The blonde groaned again.

"I'll answer in three hours," he squirmed, opening his jeans and grabbing Jonah's hand, planting it over his stomach. His abs were flat, more ripped than ever and Jonah carefully stroked over his queasy tummy.

#mywriting #leo wagner #motion sickness #car sickness #i kinda loved this scenario so maybe i'll write more in this 1 roadtrip?#let me know

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culxiaa-fn · 1 year

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[Outside Date]

You two went on a date outside of the school for the first time!

[Fem!reader]

---[masterlist]---

Ace Trappola - Amusement Park

When thinking about the date, Ace is not that nervous.

His logic is, it's just the usual, we just hangout outside today.

But when Kantokusei comes, dress all nicely and is different from the usual way she dresses, Ace's mind went blank.

[name]: ACEEE~ did you wait long? Sorry I kinda got sidetracked.

Ace:.....

Ace:(HUH?! WHAT'S WITH THAT OUTFIT?!? SHE LOOKS SO CUTE?!)

Ace: (well usually she dresses all boyish because of the situation she is in)

Ace: You look dumb

[name]: Eh?!

Listen- in Ace defend, when you are used to seeing your girlfriend flip a buff and students that are taller than her like her daily routine, you would be shocked too.

Ace is a casual boyfriend, he is not all sappy and hopeless romantic relationships with him usually chaotic but if alone it's kinda relaxing.

This guy definitely wants to go to a haunted house for his shit and giggle.

[name]: Ace there will be jumpscare in a second.

[name] & Ace: UWAH!!

Ace: WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED?! All of your predictions are right??

[name]: Hehe, I'm not scared, I'm just surprised by the loud noises.

Watch him being breathless and is the one that is more scared than Kantokusei.

[name]: Ace... Are you okay?? Do you want water?

Ace: Kantokusei... Why?

[name]: Ace... I live with 3 ghosts, do you really think I would be scared of that?

Ace: DAMNIT

Deuce Spade- Aquarium/Zoo

Deuce always managed to make himself nervous.

Like??? The usual "date" is just going to Sam's mystery shops. But today! We! Are! Going! Out!

More importantly Grim and Ace is not here!

When Deuce sees Kantokusei with he "date outfit" he is very close to passing out.

[name]: Deuce~ Thank You for waiting~

Deuce: (UWAAAHHH SO CUTE?!?!)

[name]: Deuce??? Hello??

For the first hour Deuce will be a bit quiet compared to his usual self.

He is really not used to Kantokusei dressing with this in this kind of outfit.

Deuce definitely brings stuff like umbrellas and bandaids. He wants no- need for this day to be perfect!

Deuce: Kantokusei, we have been walking for a while do you want to take some rest?

Deuce: Are your feet okay?? Just tell me if you want a rest okay?

He actually takes so long to gather courage to compliment your outfit. By the time both of you are going back he decided to say it .

Deuce: Kantokusei! Um, your outfit is pretty today!

He is gonna run. Definitely. Can't show his girlfriend that he got like this just from complimenting her! Yup! That's definitely lame.

Jack Howl- Snow Skating/Surfing

Jack loves his hometown that is covered by snow, and his girlfriend that's always by his side. So what is a better idea than bringing his girlfriend doing his favorite activity.

Jack sometimes forgets that even though the sight of his girlfriend flip and punch a student twice her size is a regular sight in school, she is still a girl (not in a bad way!)

Now, complimenting someone is not his strongest point, he got awkward. What do you mean his girlfriend can't just read his mind.

Jack: you look... different today

[name]: hm? Bad different or good different?

Jack:... Good. You look... cute..

If you don't know how to skate or surf, don't worry! Javk will teach you how.

He will take it slow and always hold your hand.

Proud boyfriend once you get a hang of it.

Jack: slowly... Careful now.

Jack: hm! You did well. I will be taking my hand off.

If you are cold Jack will warm you up! If you ask nicely he will give you his tail(!!!)

Will bundle you up if you and start sneezing.

You will end up being a bundle of floof.

Jack: your nose is red.

Jack:here take my scarf, It's fine, I have a higher body temperature compared to you.

[name]: My personal hand warmer is not here today...

Jack : *sigh* here not the same as Grim but my tail is fine right?

Epel Felmier - Arcade

Epel is used to treating his girlfriend roughly, it's not like hitting her or something but he treats her like his sworn friend.

Sure he sometimes shows caring and sweet boyfriend sides, but not like a total gentleman. He knew his girlfriend was not a fragile person.

But this???? Sometimes it slips from his mind that she is still his GIRLfriend(if you can get the image that she threw a 190cm Beastman to the floor cause their comments are a tad bit annoying)

Epel: uwah...

[name]: ?hm?? What's wrong??

Epel: ah- no, just not used to seeing you dress like this...

[name]: does it look bad??

Epel: nah, you look nice.

Arcade date with Epel is... Something...

This dude is so competitive, like?? Relax??

Somehow manage to win the stuff at the claw machines. Will proudly show off to Kantokusei.

Although he is not a prince charming, he is still a Pomefiore student! Vil drills etiquette into his head daily ya know! And he is not a scum! Of course he will protect his girlfriend from a bastard.

Epel: oi, you got a problem? Are you blind?!

Epel: should I teach you some lessons?!

Well... Goodluck trying to prevent him from brawling with that dude.

Sebek Zigvolt - Food hunting

Sebek, most of the time is busy with his knightly duties. So he can't go somewhere far and too long.

This is also why it slips his mind that his girlfriend will be dressing like that and she looks damn good too.

But Sebek is not a guy that is generous with his praise and compliment. Unless you are Malleus Draconia, then he will gladly sing you praises until his throat bleed.

But, you are still his partner, and it is his duty to tease, I mean praise you.

Sebek: Oh?? You look like a proper lady now.

[name]: 💢💢 huh? Want a fight??

Sebek: It's just, the sight of you brawling with other students makes me forget that you are a lady *his annoying handsome smug face*

[name]: 💢 I will tell Lilia that.

Well bye Sebek, you are dead.

Jokes aside he will be taking candid pictures cause?? He wants to admire his girlfriend's outfit??? LEAVE ME ALONE SHE LOOKS AMAZING IN THAT OUTFIT

Date with Sebek is mostly just checking out a good restaurant or popular eating spots.

Sebek is growing and he is always hungry, so eating with his girlfriend?? A win. Also ,he can see her stupid cute face while she was eating that stupidly sweet tooth rotting dessert.

You will be surprised how much he can eat. Damn you crocodile.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #ace Trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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whispering-coffee · 4 months

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I’ve been holding this off for a while mainly cause I was afraid of doing it but I finally pulled through and now I have a story to share with ya’ll explaining what happened during my hold at the mall!

I went dressed in black leggings and a sweater, bummer that it wouldn’t show I know but i was nervous! I had drank some before leaving my house so by the time I had arrived at the mall i was already feeling the need.

To make sure I was going to suffer (I know i know im a masochist bite me) i drank an entire water bottle i brought with me in the car before actually heading into the mall. So yada yada time passes and im trying to figure out what to do at the mall and I go get myself a drink at the food court then i head off to look around the stores.

About an hour in the mall and its starting to feel pretty urgent but not bursting so i decided hey, why not play a game with myself, and got into a bathroom line. However once i actually went into a stall i just sat there fully clothed not doing anything, still holding it in then shortly after left. Trust me i was getting pretty bored here to have to do that.

I got another drink and finally after finishing it I was getting antsy, crossing my legs and shuffling my feet while i sat at a table.

HEY IF YOU’RE SKIPPING THROUGH THE POST TO FIND THE INTERESTING PARTS ITS OVER HERE

So i go back to looking around stores, feeling my bladder ache each time i take a step and now im actually like, nervous because like its dawning on me that Im really doing this in a public place. Let me say its pretty crowded, its not like the mall barely has anyone in it. So here i am standing around in the corner of a store thinking to myself if I really wanna do it, i was thinking for like a good 5-10 minutes walking back and fourth till i decided i was gonna pull through, after all i made a promise that i would post something interesting and different ;p

I leave the store and about another hour passed and im pretty desperate, like constantly moving around wanna put my hands between my legs desperate. But since it was a public place i couldnt really just do that unless i had to go REALLY bad (foreshadowing haha).

Did i mention it was really cold in the mall, only made everything worse xD

Anyways so Im pretty desperate, i take a seat at the food court again and get ONE MORE drink, and as im sipping on it im squirming in my seat cross legged, im sure anyone who’s into omo would immediately catch on if they saw me.

Just a little bit later im scrolling through my phone with my other hand on top of my lap (not between my legs just yet)

Now Im REALLY anxious because its getting to the point where I know im going to have an accident soon so i get up and just start walking around with my chest aching from nervousness. I even stared at the bathroom in contemplation before walking away.

A couple minutes of aimless walking and i end up having to sneeze.. needless to say a little bit escaped but i stopped it albeit i looked a little silly. My heart dropped during it too.

About ten or twenty so minutes and i have to go REAAALLY bad and im super anxious, i even entered a bathroom line thinking i didnt want to actually wet myself but after a couple minutes of waiting in line i felt another leak which automatically prompted a hand to crotch response, you can imagine my embarrassment.

After the leak I was honestly horrified but also having a LOT of fun, i was close to having an accident so I decided to try to find a secluded area in the mall to hang around in for when i lose control. Each step i took was agony to take but i kept movin, slightly bent over too.

Eventually i found an area where not alot of people were, there were still some but it wasnt as crowded as the other areas. It was like this dead end section with nothing of interest other than a few benches and stores.

I stayed here for about a couple minutes, mild panicking, hella anxious, and kiiiind of excited. Thats when i started losing control. I was kind of in a little corner where a protrusion of wall was blocking me but if you’d still be able to see me if you walked closer to the dead end.

It was a mix of terrified excitement when i tried to stop the flow but couldnt. The sounds of my pee hitting the floor wasnt helping. I dont think anyone actually noticed plus since I was wearing black leggings it wasnt super noticeable. I promptly rushed my way out of the mall keeping my head down leaving behind that puddle.

When i got back to my car i put out the towel i had stored in my trunk over my driver seat so i wouldnt ruin my car seats and kind of just sat in the car thinking about what happened. At the end i actually found the experience really enjoyable and might do it again ;)

#omorashi #omo #female omorashi

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crystalsnow95z · 7 months

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Hoseok with a nasty cold but he tries to hide it and stifles his sneezes

Okay okay this is the third time I restarted this.. I know what I want but I'm struggling to write it. >.<

I'm semi happy with it, but I'll let you guys decide if it's good..

"Hehitch...!" J-hope sits up, looking around the room trying to find what woke him. "Hehtichih!" Another sneeze gave him his answer. He started feeling sick yesterday,sniffling thoughout practice,running out of energy halfway through. Luckily over the music the others didn't notice.

It's gotten worse..

J-hope sighs, looking for a tissue to blow his nose. "It wasn't this bad yesterday..this isn't good, we're doing the jacket shoot today.."

He blows his nose, only irritating it further, the itch returning. "Hehitchugh..." J-hope wipes his nose with the tissue, checking the time.

It's only 4:40.. I don't have to be up to go until 6..

J-hope gets up as quietly as he can, searching for medicine, but his search comes up empty. He sighs. Guess I'm going to the store..

He still felt exhausted, but the sooner he took care of it, the better. He bundled up warmly despite it being late spring, putting on a fuzzy sweater, blue jeans, and a white beanie.

"Where are you going...?"

J-hope jumps when he hears the sleepy voice of Jimin blinking up at him slowly from his bed.

"I can't sleep.. I'm nervous about the shoot, so I was going to go for a walk to clear my head.." J-hope keeps his voice soft to try to hide the congested sound, and thankfully, it worked.

Jimin turns over. "Okay.. be careful.." he replies with a yawn, sleepiness taking over his words coming out slow as he driftd off again. "Don't tire yourself out. We'll be working all day.."

"I won't." J-hope quickly leaves the room when he feels a tickle in his throat, waiting until he leaves the building to cough.

That was close..

J-hope hardly makes it around the block before he feels the irritated itch in his nose return.

"Heh'heh..Hetchxih!" J-hope sneezes, nearly falling forward. How am I going to hide this from the others...? They can't do the shoot without me and the album will get delayed if we don't have the photoshoot..

J-hope attempts to get back to bed without waking Jimin, but another itch appears. "Heh..heh..." He pinches the bridge of his nose, holding his breath to try to stop the sneeze from coming. He sighs in relief when the feeling disappeared crawling into his bed.

"Hm? What was that..?" Jimin sits up, rubbing his eyes seeing that his roommate returned. "Oh..it's you hyungie..Did you say something?"

"No. I just yawned." J-hope lies. "I'm tired now that i walked the nerves off.."

"That was a weird yawn.. what time is it?" Jimin asks, searching for his phone, accidently knocking it to the floor when he slides his hand across the bed to find it.

Sh*t, don't be awake now..

"We still have an hour until the alarm.. I'm gonna to lay down and sleep." J-hope wanted to avoid conversation.. at least until the medicine kicked in."You should sleep more too. It'll be a long shoot today.."

"Alright.. rest well.." Jimin yawns, laying back down.

J-hope covers his face with a pillow when the itch returns, the edge of his nose twitching. The pressure was building, causing a headache but he couldn't let Jimin know he wasnt feeling well..not until after the photo shoot.

The sneeze escaped against his will, muffled by the pillow, but still coming out as a squeak. "Hehitdyh!"

"Hyung..?" Jimin looks in the direction of J-hope, but the rapper pretends to be asleep, already knowing the question he'd ask. "That was fast..." He turns over, not wanting to 'wake' him.

This is gonna he a long day..

J-hope looks in the mirror, grimacing at his reflection. His nose was noticeably red, especially underneath his nostrils from them dripping. He winces when he touches the irritated area, trying to cover it with makeup, swearing under his breath. "It's not working.."

"Hoba are you almost finished? We need to leave in five minutes." Yoongi calls to him from outside the door.

"I'm almost done!" J-hope stifles a cough, quickly adding a layer of makeup to try to make his cover-up job less obvious. "Finished."

"Staff is going to do your make up for the shoot.." Yoongi thought it odd that J-hope would go through the trouble.

"Ah, I know.. I'm just breaking out from that fried chicken we ate last night, so I was feeling self-conscious.." J-hope lies, taking Yoongi's hand. "Let's go we don't want to keep staff waiting." He pulls him, not giving him time to think. He knew Yoongi could see right through him if their eyes met.

Everyone piled into the van, J-hope pressing his lips together tightly to surpress a cough. "Are you excited for the shoot Koo?" He gets the conversation going, hoping that would be enough to hide how poorly he felt.

"Where's the shoot gonna be again?" Jungkook asks, eyes shining with both excitement and curiosity.

"There's going to be two locations. An abandoned building that staff put a few sets in and by a lake." Namjoon explains.

" It's been forever since we shot outside." Taehyung smiles brightly, sharing Jungkook's excitement. "Which one first?"

"The building will be first because we want that natural light since there's hardly any power. " Yoongi replies next. "Didn't you pay attention during the meeting?"

Jungkook looks out the window, not wanting to reply getting a giggle out of J-hope.

"You should pay more attention." Jin scolds playfully.

"I knew there were going to be lake shots but I didn't know if it would be a real lake or just a built set like when we did Stay Gold." Jungkook says defensively.

"We're doing shots in the water." Namjoon explains. "They rented a place for us, and they're decorating it. We're actually going to do a few scenes for the music video while we're there."

This is going to take longer than I thought..

J-hope rubs his finger underneath his nose to try to stop the itch that formed underneath it, holding his breath. He was glad everyone was busy talking about work that they didn't notice him. He completely tuned them out, resting his elbow on the doorframe to look like he's just resting face on his hand.

"They want to do a few underwater shots with Me, Taehyungie and Hope."

J-hope quickly turns to Namjoon when he hears Namjoon add him to the list. "Wha...itchiz!" He sneezes.

"Bless you hyung." Jimin says politely.

"You and Jungkook are going to pull Taehyungie out of the water. Hoba, you agreed already. Why are you surprised?" Namjoon questions. J-hope was usually so serious when it came to their work, it took him off guard for him to forget something like that.

"Ah, I just thought we were doing it next week when we do the actual music video." J-hope tries to cover for his mind slip. How could he forget such an important detail.

"We made some last-minute changes because the weather is going to be bad next week." Namjoon tells him. "You were in your vocal lesson late.."

"Do you want me to do it for you hyung? You don't sound like you want to.." Jungkook offers.

"It has to be Hoba or it messes up the mini story in the music video.."

"It's fine, Jaykay. I don't mind it." J-hope smiles brightly to hide his concern about getting drenched when he was already feeling awful."I'll do it. I'm just feeling lazy today. I stayed up too late and got up too early."

"You want to sleep a little? You can lean on me if you want.." Yoongi offers, patting his shoulder. "We already ate fried food last night, so your cheeks will be puffy no matter what."

J-hope takes up the offer smiling to hear Yoongi trying to give him no excuse not to rest, it was getting harder to keep his voice sounding normal, and if he stays quiet for too long, they'll worry about him. "Thanks, hyung.."

Yoongi takes off the baseball cap he was wearing, placing it gently over J-hope's face to block out the sun. "No problem."

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, everyone in the van whispering to not disturb him.

"Do you think he's really okay?" Jin asks, watching the soft rise and fall of J-hope's abdomen. "He sounds a little congested.."

"He kept leaving the room last night, and he said he was nervous this morning. It's been a while since we did a project this big..let's try to finish up quickly.." Jimin wasn't sure if he really was okay, but he at least wanted to tell the others what he knew. "Let's just keep an eye on him.."

"Hoba..Hoba wake up we're here." Yoongi gently raises his shoulder, waking up the usually cheerful rapper.

How could I feel worse after resting?

J-hope groggily sits up, rubbing his eyes. His head went from a dull ache to a pounding throb that got worse with every movement. " 'm up.." His voice comes out in a hoarse whisper.

"Are you okay, Hoba?" Jin asks, watching his stiff movement with concern.

J-hope clears his throat to try to speak louder. "My throats dry, I need some water."

Jungkook digs into his backpack to find a waterbottle, passing it to him. "Here Hobi-hyung."

"Thanks Jeykay.." j-hope stifles a sneeze, the pressure building up in his nose.

"Are you okay Hoba?" Yoongi notices J-hope's eyes watering from the pressure, but the younger rapper waves it off.

"I'm just still tired. That's all. I'll be okay. Let's get going. We're wasting daylight.." J-hope gets out, the others following behind him. He takes a swig of water, trying to ease the pain.

"This way Hoseok-ah.."Jin takes his hand when he sees J-hope walk the wrong direction clearly still half asleep, leading him to the changing trailer.

"Sorry Hyung." J-hope blushes lightly in embarrassment. "I guess I'm still not awake."

"It's okay. You'll wake up as you move around. Here, this one's your outfit." Jin gives him his outfit. "You need help?"

"No, I can dress myself." J-hope takes it, turning away from him when he feels another sneeze coming, quickly pulling his shirt over his head to hide his face, breath hitching. "Heh..heh..." He managed to stop the sneeze from coming, sighing softly. "These outfits remind me of the most beautiful moment photoshoot.." J-hope points out, trying to cover up his discomfort. "Like..uh..the I need U outfit mixed with Run."

"Yeah especially my jeans." Yoongi says rubbing his bare knee. "It's gonna suck for you guys in the water. Are you sure you're feeling up to it Hoba?"

"Yeah, yeah I think I'm getting a little cold.. Staff has hair dryers I'll just ask them to dry my hair as soon as possible." J-hope couldn't lie to Yoongi, not fully. "I can do this."

"Hopefully we can get it right in one shot." Jungkook felt his stomach tightening with nerves. If I mess up the shot Hobi-hyung will have to stay in the water longer and get worse..

Taehyung hugs Jungkook from behind when he notices the tension in his shoulders. "Don't worry Gukkie. We'll do our best. I don't think we'll need to do more than two takes."

"I'll do my best." Jungkook gives a small smile, leaning his head into Taehyung’s cheek, to fear still gnawed at his belly. Taehyungie-hyungie has done underwater shots before.. he has more confidence than me.. I don't know if I can get a good shot..

"We're doing the photos first. Concentrate on those right now. Don't worry about the filming.." Jin tells him.

"Right." Jungkook goes to his Noona to get his makeup done, keeping one eye on j-hope while he gets scolded for adding so much makeup this morning.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." J-hope bows his head while she gets some wipes, trying to uncake the concealer that covered his reddened nose.

"It's okay, I'll get you taken care of. Just remember not to overdo it next time." She tells him in a soft tone, noticing the redness of his nose, realizing what he was trying to do.

J-hope feels his nostrils flair, another sneeze building when she removes the makeup from his upper lip, quickly spinning the chair to face away from her. "Hehtichih!"

"I'm sorry Hoseok-ssii, I didn't mean to tickle your nose." She bows in apology when he spins back to face her.

"It's okay." He fights the urge to sniffle,rubbing his nose with the side of his fist.

"Taehyung-ssii come back so I can finish your make up." Staff calls to him.

"Coming!" He calls back, quickly whispering. "We'll take care of Hobi-hyung, but it's better to let him think we aren't that worried."

Jungkook nods, going to staff to get his own make up done. Hyung doesn't like making us worry..

"Oh wow.. look they made a path of flowers.." Jungkook runs to the path, careful to keep his feet in the small gaps staff made them to walk through. "Ah.. heh..heh'itch!" He sneezes covering up his face. "Ugh..I'll need to take some allergy medicine before we pose with the flo..heh..itchi!"

"You didn't take some before you decided to charge towards them?" Namjoon goes to get Jungkook away from the flowers, but Yoongi stops him. "I'll get him. Jungkook-ah you need to be more careful of your health.." he gently moves towards him, grabbing his elbow to lead him back to the trailer.

"Heh.." j-hope clamps his hand over his nose to stop the sneeze, eyes watering.

"You okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks rubbing his back. "Do you need some medicine too?"

"I just took some." J-hope tells him. It wasn't a complete lie, but he still felt his heart ache to lie to him.

"Well, it should kick in soon. Just hang in there." Namjoon goes to staff for instructions, them starting the shoot, choosing to pose with the flowers second to last, giving Jungkooks medicine time to kick in.

J-hope stifles another sneeze, his face screwing up running yet another photo. "Sh*t.. sorry.. the sun got in my eyes.." he makes another excuse, but he knew they were onto him. There's no way they weren't with how many photos he ruined with the persistent itch and constant sniffling to try to keep his nose from dripping.

"It's okay Hoba. That's why we take thousands of photos. I'm sure the first few came out fine." Jin comforts J-hope. It's only been an hour and a half since they started the shoot, but Jin could see his energy already draining.

J-hope goes to monitor the photoshoot, feeling his heart sink when he sees he's ruined a quarter of the photos with him trying to stifle his sneezes and prevent his nose from leaking. At least they did an amazing job hiding the redness. You can't even tell I'm sick in the photos..

"There's still plenty of shots to work with. Don't worry about it hyungie." Jimin hugs him from behind.

"Let's do the mankae line shoot next. I need to use the restroom." Yoongi makes an excuse so J-hope could take a break.

"I gotta go too. After that we can do the vocal line shots." Jin was quick to pick up what Yoongi was up to, but J-hope wasn't. He was just happy to be able to take time to blow his nose and ask staff if they had any cough drops and pain relievers.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get some water for us." J-hope quickly walks away from the others, letting out a phlegm filled cough. He spits, into the grass, grimacing at the yellow coloration. "Why am I getting worse...?"

"Alright Taehyung-ssi will go into the water first, count to five before going in after him. Understood?" The director tells them. Taehyung and Jungkook nod, but J-hope was zoned out, eyes focused on the lake.

"Hoseok-ssi did you hear me?" He prompts J-hope to respond, j-hope looking at him when he hears his name.

"Huh? Ah.. I'm sorry..could you say that again?" J-hope bows, sniffling as softly as possible. His body ached, his head felt like it was splitting and now his nose and throat both had a persistent itch that made it hard to breathe. I made it this far.. It's just one more shot..

"Wait for Taehyung-sii starts sinking under the water before diving in to get him, and please be mindful where the cameras are. Don't pull him up too quickly, we want to be sure the shot comes out clearly but you need to move quickly to reach him. We can speed it up after if needed. " The director tells him with a sympathy,wanting to make it usable in the first take so he didn't have to spend too much time in the water.

"Understood. Swim fast when he jumps move slow to pull him up" J-hope nodded, eyes watering as his nose twitches, another sneeze threatening to come. "Heh.. heh..itchisg!"

"I think we should do this another day. You need to time this perfectly or Taehyung will be in danger." Namjoon felt anxious about both J-hopes health and Taehyungs safety.

"I'm okay. There's no way I'll let Taehyung be in real danger and we have staff on stand by in case anything happens. Joon i got this." I got to finish this..after filming this scene I can get dry and sleep in the car while we drive to the next location..

"But Hobi-"

"Please Namjoonah, I can do it."

Taehyung took a deep breath, jumping from the small boat and into the water, letting go of his breath when he hears the signal from staff, air bubbles filling the water. He allowed his body to sink, having full trust that Jungkook and J-hope would pull him out before he was in danger.

"He's in the water. We need to get to him." Jungkook knew Taehyung was the best at holding his breath out of all the members, but he was emptying his lungs so he could properly sink. He pulled J-hope into the water, the shock of cold completely waking him up.

Sh*t.. it's freezing..

J-hope tried to swim as quickly as Jungkook, but he didn't have the stamina. He knew of he used all his energy he wouldn't be able to pull Taehyung out.

Jungkook noticed him falling behind, stopping right before he was in sight of the camera. He could see Taehyung sinking. He's falling too fast.. I don't know if hyung have the energy to make it back up of he goes to far.

J-hope felt it too, the realization that Taehyung was at risk of actually drowning. Taehyungie had a hand singal in case he felt like he was in danger, but what if he was already unconscious?

Adrenaline kicked in, giving him the strength he needed to push forward, quickly moving to grab one of Taehyung’s arms. Jungkook feels relief wash over him when J-hope caught up with him, following his lead to get Taehyung back to the boat.

Taehyung weighed practically nothing in the water, making it easy for the two boys to lead him to the surface. Jungkook gave Taehyungs arm a squeeze right before they reached the surface, the older vocalist taking in a small mouthful of water as planned.

J-hope bit the inside of his cheek, the painful pressure of a building sneeze filling his sinuses. No. No if I sneeze I'll ruin the shot..

Jungkook was pretending to try to shake Taehyung awake. "Hyung.. Hyung..!" He had fake panic in his voice as Taehyung lay motionless, fighting against the urge to spit out the lake water and fill up his lungs that screamed for air.

"Taehyungie!" J-hope adds in as soon as he successfully stopped his sneeze, doing chest compressions lightly. "Taehyungie you gotta breathe.." it wasn't hard to make his voice sound pained. He got close to Taehyung's lips, only a few centimeters away from his lips as he pretended to fill his lungs with air.

Taehyung waited for him to pull away before coughing up the lake water, quickly sitting up as it drizzled down his mouth. He was only supposed to pretend to cough it up, but he couldn't hold his breath any longer, accidentally gasping it in.

"Alright cut!"

The director called, staff quickly pulling the boat to the shore.

Jungkook rubbed Taehyung's back when he realized he wasn't faking, his cough continuing even after filming stopped.

"Taehyungie are you okay? Did we take too long to get you? I'm sorry..that was..was...heh..itxixh!" J-hope sneezes.

"I'm..I'm okay..I jus..swallowed the..water.. my fault.." Taehyung says between coughs.

J-hope went to speak, but instead he joins Taehyung in his coughing fit, hacking up more thick mucus. He couldn't fight it anymore. He was sick and everyone knew it.

Staff quickly got the three boys out of the boat, wrapping each of them in a large towel. "J-hope are you okay?"

"I..i..don't feel well.." j-hope finally admits it, his knees giving in. His vision became hazy, the edges of everything softening.

"Get him in the trailer. We need to get him dry as soon as possible." Yoongi orders in a panic

Namjoon picks up J-hope, cradling him to his chest. "I shouldn't have let you do the shoot.."

J-hopes eyes widen when he feels his feet leave the ground, he wanted to tell him he could walk on his own, but he knew it was a lie. Right when the coughing started to slow, the itch switched to his nose, releasing the sneezes he wouldn't let come. "Heh..heitchi..Hehtifxtch!..heh..hegiixch!"

Namjoon sets him down, getting the hair dryer himself to try to prevent J-hope from getting any worse.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I ruined the album.. it's gonna be late because..because of me.." J-hope's emotions overflowed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Hobi.. hobi no you didn't ruin anything. Don't cry..it's not your fault." Jin says wiping J-hopes cheeks. "You can't help it if you're sick. I'm sure we can get it out on time even with a minor set back and if we can't Army will understand." He tries to comfort J-hope, hugging him close.

"You..you think so..to..finish on..on time?" J-hope sniffles, triggering another sneeze right into Jin's chest. "Heh'itchii..ah..I'm sorry Hyung.. I'm sorry.."

Jimin hands him a tissue. "Here Hyung. Wipe your nose.. we'll get you taken care of. Okay?"

J-hope blows his nose. "I..I've been really close to..to everyone all..all day..with..without a mask.. everyone's gonna get sick beb..because of me.." J-hope's voice breaks off into a soft whimper.

Namjoon starts blow drying his hair. "Don't worry about that right now. Not everyone's gonna get sick."

"Hyungie don't cry.." Jungkook tries talking over the hair dryers. "I won't get sick and even if I do there's an equal chance it's from the lake."

" Hey.. hey.. what did one ocean say to the other?" Jin asks in English.

"What?" J-hope asks, perplexed by his sudden change in languages. "Now isn't..the time for riddles.."

"You only say that because you don't know the answer. A little one told me this one when we were in America. Come on. Guess.." Jin encourages him to try.

J-hope takes a deep breath. How am I supposed to answer English word play? My English isn't that good.

Jin smiles when he sees J-hopes mind focus on his joke instead of his cold and the album. "Think of ocean words."

"Fish, sand,sea sh..heh..hehitchsghi!" J-hope groans. "That one hurt.."

"It sounds like it did.. but hey.. look. You stopped crying." Jin says wiping the drying tears from his cheeks.

"Oh..you're right.. thanks Hyung.. and thanks Joon-ah..I'm sorry i didn't tell you guys how bad I felt.. I just wanted to get the shoot done.. it wasn't so bad this mor..." J-hope's cough cuts off the word.

"You should've told me anyway.. your health is more important.." Jin scolds him. "An extra month won't be the end of the world. I'll tell them myself we need to put the album on hold. Hyung will handle it. Okay?"

J-hope's only reply is a sneeze.

"So you want to know the answer to the riddle?" Jin asks.

J-hope nods, another sneeze coming. "Hehtichugh.."

"It didn't say anything. It only waved." Jin laughs at his own joke, earning himself an eye roll from J-hope.

"There.. your hair is dry.. let's get you to a doctor okay?" Namjoon said it as a question, but he had no intention of letting him say no.

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts sickie #bts jhope #sick Hobi #sick!hoseok #bts sickie j-hope #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts jin #bts #bts fanfic #bts yoongi

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flatstarcarcosa · 3 months

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He's standing in the doorway of their bedroom when they exit the bathroom, and Reese nearly trips over their own feet when they see him move out of the corner of their eye.

"Jesus, fuck!" they snap, holding up their hands. "Christ, god, I know it's not your fault because you can't announce yourself but, fuck. It's like the damn dog. He's lived in my house for eight years and I know he's here, but sometimes he sneezes or walks into a room and it scares the shit out of me."

Abraham gives an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders; a gesture they've come to know is, somehow, a sarcastic apology.

How one can tell a headless man shrugging is meant to be sarcastic is hard to explain. In the last 10 months the two of them have built up an entire way of communicating of their own based entirely on half-learned ASL and body language.

Which...

Reese frowns. He's holding one hand behind his back, and has taken a single half-step closer. If they didn't know better, they'd think he was being shy. Or nervous.

Does a Horseman of Death get nervous?

"What?" they ask, the word coming out more gruff than they intended.

Abraham holds out his free hand, signing as best he can with only one, something for you.

"Oh?" they tilt their head. "I'm gonna be honest, if it's not drugs or food, prepare to let me down."

He hesitates for a moment, and then pulls his hand from behind his back, holding it out to them. In his palm rests one of their rings. It's a silver, clunky thing in the shape of a yautja head that is usually one of their staples pieces.

It went missing a week ago.

"Oh!" they chirp, reaching for it. "You found it? I couldn't figure out where the hell I lost it."

"Well," says Abraham, "you didn't actually lose it. I...borrowed it, for a bit."

"Why'd you-" Reese stops, looking up.

He watches them closely, a small smile on his lips.

Reese blinks. Clear as day, there is a face and voice to go with the body and the man, and they've never been more confused in their life. "Wh... how can..."

"I borrowed your ring so I could enchant it," he says. "There's some magic that can enable you to see and hear me as I was before... well, before."

There is heat creeping up their neck. "You could have done that the whole time?" they ask.

He sighs. "Yes," he says. "I just... the last person I did this for... none of it ended well, suffice it to say. But I'd been thinking lately about how much effort you put into being able to communicate with me regardless and I thought... it might be nice to make it easier."

Reese puts the ring on their finger, noticing as they do the surface has been polished back to a uniform shine; years of discoloration from wear and tear erased as if never there to begin with. "So, what, we gettin' married or something?" they ask, jokingly.

Abraham scoffs. "If we were getting married, I'd have gotten a nicer ring."

#reese.fic #ship: trouble my heart #okay this came to me suddenly now i'm gonna try and sleep good night #could be longer but then i'd be here all night. anyway something something trust etc #also yes. stole the ending from rust and marty sue me.#me w my 2$ yautja ring off wish like shut the hell your mouth this slaps and i could cut a bitch with it

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omg BET and they get really creative with it too

like harry just wants to bust her ass instantly but asher wants to see her work her way through it and obviously theyre watching her every move bc even tho she wants to believe shes stealthy-which tbf she is a little bit-she definitely forgets to pay attention to some things, or like has to sneeze and cant keep it that quiet maybe? or accidentally starts talking to herself bc shes not necessarily nervous just trying to keep reminding herself what steps she has to do and stuff

and then she gets it out of the safe, and then all the alarms go off and all the lights turn red:)

and shes like ‘fuck’ and turns around to see asher standing there, and harrys gone to turn off the alarms and shit, and asher waits for him to get back and taunts her in the meantime, and when harry is there, theyll grab her and discuss what theyre gonna do with her, and how theyll punish her (bc as we all know they always talk about stuff in front of of her as if she isnt there-as seen in pillowtalk, or the first part of mine:)

and theyre both being SOOO degrading and mockingly sympathetic? like idk i cant think of any dialogue rn but i just KNOW itd be filthy as fuck

and yeah the fact we met through mine:’) theyre my favs what can i say🫶🏼ily

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD HELLO YOU BROUGHT YOUR A-GAME TODAY WTF!!!!

I'm so obsessed with this idea!!! Especially the part where Mama thinks she's so clever, like she makes a mistake or something or sneezes but they don't show up so she's like, "Wow, I guess they're not as attentive as they thought." 😭

So then when she turns around and they're already there hehe ALSO YES THEY SOOO WOULD JUST DISCUSS IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER LIKE SHE'S NOT EVEN THERE!! I also love the image of Asher literally picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder to take her back to the bedroom or maybe even the office or somewhere hehe

Maybe he pulls the whole, "Show me what you did wrong, sweetheart. And then show me how you should have done it."

And obviously they're not just talking about the security system hehe

AND AND AND when Asher's in charge, she's just looking at Harry like, "🥺" but he says, "Sorry, mama. Can't help you now. And you pissed him off pretty good."

#mine concept #poopypandaa #⭐️

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hoeseamatthews · 1 year

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Sick Day

A/N: First piece in a veeeery long time, slightly nervous!!

Pairing: Charles Smith x Reader

Word Count: 1,034

Summary: You’re sick and frustrated with being on bed rest, so Charles comes in to comfort you.

“Ugh, dammit!”

With a sniffle, you grumble to yourself while you attempt to sit upright in your bed. Bed rest wasn’t your first choice, but ever since you’ve taken ill, Charles has insisted that you stay in bed and take the time to recuperate, as opposed to attempting to go about your days as though you haven’t been coughing and sneezing your guts up for the past few days.

You can’t fault Charles - he’s not complained about doting on you and being at your beck and call. Not even once. Any and every little thing you’ve needed, he’s done for you without as much as a huff or a mutter under his breath. He’s not been overbearing about it in the slightest, either. He’s let you at least try doing things for yourself, as long as you continue to take it easy.

“Hon? You okay in there? Need any help?”

Charles calls out softly, overhearing your struggle on his venture to your room. He pokes his head around the bedroom door that’s cracked ajar, one hand resting against the oak, the other holding a fresh, hot cup of tea for you. When you don’t reply, he nudges the door open with his foot and takes a step inside.

You look downright exhausted and fed up as you lay there, but you’re still unable to fight the soft smile you offer Charles as he strolls his way over to the foot of your bed. You briefly brush stray strands of your hair back with a hand before carding your fingers through the rest of it, and Charles sets your cup down on the bedside table before he perches himself next to you on the empty side of the bed, gently reaching out to take your hand and bringing it to his lips to plant a few tender pecks on your knuckles.

“Hey, don’t struggle by yourself. You need anything, anything at all, you call for me. Okay?” he tells you, maintaining eye contact until you give him an affirming nod, “But other than that, you actually get some sleep this time? Feeling at least a little better at all?”

“More than the night before last, I think. Little less in and out of it, but…more than anything, I’m just getting frustrated. I’m getting so sick of being stuck in bed by myself. It’s so lonely. I wanna be outside, actually doing something productive,” you gesture towards the open window to your left, “It’s driving me crazy, Charles. I’m tired of this damn flu already.”

“I know, I know.” he softly shushes you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, “But you need to take it easy, rest up. Try rushing it, you’re gonna make yourself even worse.”

Slumping back against your pillow, you sigh. Charles is right. You know he is, but you can’t help feeling helpless, lonely, and slightly stir crazy from your time on bed rest. He’s been amazing in caring for you, you can’t fault that even if you tried to, but you’d give anything to be helping out with the animals or even helping in general on the homestead with him as opposed to being cooped up in bed for days on end.

The wistful look on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by Charles, either. He reaches over to the bedside table, hands you your cup of tea, and he waits for you to finish taking a sip before he takes the cup away from you once more to set it down on the nightstand, and he hums while he cracks a smile at you.

“Tell you what,” he begins, regaining your full attention, “I’ve done a lot on the land so far already, so…would it make you feel any better if I lay here with you for a while? Sadly, I can’t take the flu away, but I can help cure the loneliness.”

“But won’t you get sick, too? You’ve risked it enough just by kissing me and all.”

You furrow your brow in concern, but Charles is quick enough to shake his head and wave a hand in dismissal. Instead, he kicks off his boots before peeling back the covers and sliding into the bed next to you, aiding you in getting yourself comfortable once more before he slouches down and does the same.

“Nah, I’m not worried about that.”

Charles smiles and angles himself towards you, opening his arms to invite you in. You’re still hesitant, the thought of potentially getting him sick is still fresh in your mind, but you don’t have the heart to turn him down. Scooting closer to him, you’re soon enveloped in his warm embrace, curling your own arms around him while you lay your head flat against his chest with a sigh of pure contentment.

“You’re allowed to blame me if you do get sick, y’know. I warned you.”

You hum, eyes fluttering shut once Charles begins to play with your hair, absentmindedly yet tenderly twisting and curling stray locks around his fingers. A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest at this, the sound and feel of it against you prompting warmth to bloom in your chest.

“I’m not blaming you for anything.” he tells you, and he plants a kiss atop your head, “But even if I do get sick, make it up to me by getting some rest right now. Think you can do that?”

“I can try to,” with a hum, you nod your head yes at him, “You still gonna be here when I wake up?”

You ask, and you allow yourself to fully settle down against him, nestling under the covers while Charles continues to toy with your hair with one hand and traces soft, haphazard patterns across random sections of your back with the other. He stops only to fully pull the covers over you both while attempting to make himself comfortable in the process, cocooning the two of you in the bed to wordlessly hint to you that he’s here for the duration.

“I’ll still be here when you wake up, hon. Get some sleep, okay?” he smiles, drawing you in closer to his chest, “Not leaving this bed until you’re awake again, I promise.”

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