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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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you can write a fic where wednesday misses the reader? i love your writing and story

It was almost laughable, if not, pathetic for Wednesday as she witnesses co-dependency happen in real time before her eyes whenever she joined you and Enid in the quad. The way that the students would quickly manoeuvre their way around each other to their respective groups, as though in attempts to evades chance encounter with the inevitable solitude they’d all one day face upon their death beds. They feared the innermost voices of their consciousness and it’s council that it almost made Wednesday smile. Almost.

Wednesday was known to be anything other then obsessively needy and clingy, however as of recent she had found herself developing symptoms of co-dependency; How tragic. She would find her eyes actively search the swarm of students for you, her soul would sing falsetto unprovoked when she did meet your eyes, feeling the warmth as it rushed through her and her entirety at the implication of being within your presence once more, physical contact included or just sitting in comfortable silence. She would brood within the dark crevices of her room until the day she would hear the knock on her door, followed by the meticulous melody that was your voice calling out to greet her.

Enid and Thing watched from the vibrant and colourful spectrum of the shared dorm as Wednesday would stare longingly out of the wide window as rain splattered against it’s pane like translucent blood. “Is…is she moping or just being her usual self, I can never tell.” Enid said to the disembodied hand who did the equivalent of a shoulder shrug with his fingers. “You don’t know? Aren’t you like her relative or something?” Enid received a series of frantic tapping and another shrug. “Well your useful.” Enid sighed as Thing gave her a thumbs up.

Enid knew what was up with Wednesday but just didn’t want to say it so openly, knowing it was only going to get shut down by the Addams. You had been away for awhile now running a tutoring class on behalf of the teachers for those students who were behind on lessons or finding certain subjects difficult to grasp. This unfortunately meant that your time with Wednesday were cut short throughout the duration of the week except for the weekends; Today was Friday. Enid did herself and Wednesday a solid and looked at the time and saw that by this time you would’ve finished the session and were most probably on your journey here.

“What time is it?” Wednesday asked, not once taking her eyes off of the massive widow in front of her. “4:30pm.” Enid replied and Wednesday sighed, closing her eyes before opening them again to discreetly look over her shoulder and at the door for a good couple of seconds before returning to look out the window solemnly. Time was an accursed entity to Wednesday, it forced you both part for longitudes periods throughout the duration of the week; only to bring you back together for two measly days? Pathetic.

If Wednesday had it her way she’d be sitting next to you during these tutoring sessions, running a stricter regime in making sure that the necessary information would stay stuck in their thick skulls, instead of coming back daily to waste even more of your time that could’ve easily been spent with her! However the teachers asked you personally to see to that, not her and for that Wednesday damned those teachers for their conspicuous plan in separating you apart from one another. Their misery shall be slow and torturous, Wednesday would make sure of that.

Whilst Wednesday was contemplating her gratuitous revenge plans, a knock sounded from the front door and Enid got up to answer it; knowingly of who was on the other side as a smile was brought up by to her lips as she turned to look at her dorm mate. “Wednesday,” she sang, catching her attention as she raised her brows unamused at her, “guess who.” Enid then opened the door to reveal you stood in the doorway. “Heya my poison powder.” You said as you entered the dorm, crossing the room to hold Wednesday in your arms tightly as you felt her stiffen in your hold before melting.

“What kept you so long, you left me waiting. Again.” Wednesday said bluntly but you could tell that she was happy to have you with her once again that you didn’t her seemingly cold words to heart. “Would you believe me if I said that Ajax stoned himself again but in the hallway this time, so I had to move him to safety elsewhere?” You inquired playfully whilst gauging her unimpressed stare. “Didn’t think so.” You say softly as you pressed a kiss between her brows, taking note of how she seemingly pressed herself further into your touch, burning her head under your chin and into your neck as though she were a cat.

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cyberaxolotl · 10 months

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quick ficlet about the fizzlefunks and faydra asking about why she has no grandparents

note: faydra is around 8-10 in this fic. she has an ataxia disorder which is why she speaks and is described the way she is. this is a quickie from a couple months ago

It was a quiet afternoon at the cabin, the sun beaming down on the clearing. The quiet turning of pages and the rhythmic chopping of wood were the only sounds in the area, becoming a relaxing place to stay during those early-fall days.

Snorpy looked up from his book, over at his husband. “Careful not to strain yourself, Chandlo!” He called over from the porch. “It’s getting rather hot, and I’d hate for you to overheat.”

Chandlo had been stocking a woodpile for most of that morning, the family knowing that the following weeks would go from viciously hot, and then quickly to bitterly cold. “I’ll be fine for a little while longer, the wood rack is almost full!” He called back, invigorated by the work on a nice day.

“Well, alright then.” Snorpy smiled, though still a bit worried. He looked back down at his book, relaxing beneath the shade of the awning.

He only got a few more seconds of reading in when the door beside him opened. “Mm?” He looked over.

A cane hit along the floor as the pair’s young daughter emerged, Faydra stepping outside with shaky footing. “Do you need something, sunshine?” He asked the young hybrid.

“Uuuhhh…” She struggled a little to make her way over, adjusting to her aid. “Can I assk- you t-two something?” Her voice slurred, typical of her speech.

“Of course!” Snorpy said loudly, and Chandlo’s attention was caught as well when she mentioned two. “May I guess, does it have something to do with your new mobility aid?” Faydra had recently been switched from a walker to a cane as her physical ability improved, but it was clear it would taking her some time to adjust.

“Oh- no! Nnno!” She surprised them as she took a seat next to her father. “The cane is fiiine! But I was ta-alking- mhm-“ She cleared her throat, trying to steady her speech. “I was talking to Skyer and Re- Remay today, and they ssaid they were gonna see their grandfather soon.” Chandlo came up to them as well, lugging a log on his shoulder. “Uum, why don’t- Why do we never ssee my grandparents?” She finished.

“Ah.” Snorpy realized what that conversation would be about. He looked up at Chandlo, who had the same thing occur to him. “I suppose this conversation would have happened someday, well… You don’t have any grandparents, Faydra.”

“Huh?” She tilted her head, though they couldn’t quite tell if it was purposeful or not. “But Ssskyer and Remay do.”

“You know that grandparents are your parents' parents, correct?” Chandlo walked up as Snorpy started them off, figuring his presence was called for as well. Faydra nodded in response. “It’s as simple as that, Chandlo and I don’t have parents.”

“But thhen where did you ccome from-?” She continued, clearly confused.

“Well, eh…” He looked up at his husband, who also looked unsure. He realized that his reason would be easier to explain than his counterparts. “My parents might not be here now, but they were one day. But, my parents passed away when your auncle Floofty and I were very little.” He pushed a bit of his daughter’s fur out of her face, meeting her gaze. “Without parents, your aunt Mapleline raised us instead.”

“Ohhhh.” Something seemed to click to her. “…Does that make auntie liiike my grandparent?”

“Erm… Not quite, sunshine.” He giggled a little.

Faydra suddenly turned to Chandlo. “Did your pare-e-ents pass away too, papa?” She said bluntly.

“Ah-“ His childhood was one of few topics the strong man was sensitive about. He looked up at his husband, getting a pair of sympathetic eyes.

‘You don’t have to tell her about it.’ Snorpy glanced down at her, trying to give a silent message.

He shook his head. He could do it. “My parents didn’t pass away, but that doesn’t mean I had them growing up.” He wasn’t sure which way to go about it. “Parents can have a whole lotta reasons they can’t raise their kids, and mine happened to have one of them. But, I also didn’t have a sibling like Snorpy does who could’ve raised me. When it was like that, I became something called an orphan.”

“An orphan?” Faydra prompted.

“An orphan is a kid who has nobody who can raise them and nowhere to stay. They’re put somewhere called an orphanage where they’re kept until they grow up, or they’re adopted.” It was difficult for Chandlo to think much further back than his teenage years. “I had a lot of kids who were like bros and sisses to me, but we were all orphans, taken care of by a couple of really kind people.”

“…” She stared silently up at him for a moment, her face twitching and making her expression unclear. Her fathers wondered briefly if she could tell that it was a sensitive topic, she tended to have good emotional intelligence, but they could never quite be sure with her. “Okay.” She said suddenly, hopping down from her seat. Without another word, she hobbled back inside.

“..?” Snorpy was surprised by how quickly she had departed. “That child is such a mystery to me…” He muttered, turning to his husband. He noticed the other’s downcast, pensive expression. “I’m sorry, Chandlo.” He quickly offered.

“Nah, it’s good.” He shook his head, looking up. “She was gonna find out eventually, but I’m kinda surprised she didn’t already know what an orphan was.”

“That is curious, I could’ve sworn there was a child at her school who was one…Eriyah Sweetarbor, or something..?” He thought back to a school event the two had attended with her. “Bah, I suppose it wouldn’t matter to her if they were or not.”

“Yeah… Y’know, it’s been a while since I’ve thought about back then. I wonder how the girls are doing.” Chandlo looked thoughtful for a moment.

“The girls?” It occurred to Snorpy that he didn’t know much about his husband’s formative years, other than the fact that he was an orphan.

“The way that place worked was like, when you turned fourteen, you started helping out around the place. At first it was just cleaning up and cooking, but by the time you were sixteen, you’d play a part in taking care of the younger kids there.” He explained, “I was sixteen at the same time as these two girls, I barely remember their names, something with a c…”

“I didn’t know you were close with anybody back then- though, I suppose I should’ve guessed that…” The engineer let out a short chuckle.

“…” Chandlo was still pensively trying to remember his childhood companions' names. “…Ah- Criffon and Mitzy!” He snapped his fingers as he remembered. “We’d always be left alone with the little kids, we’d talk about pretty much anything. Out of everyone, they were probably the most like sisters to me.”

“Have you not spoken to them since?” Snorpy asked curiously.

The other’s expression dampened. “Nah. Mitzy turned eighteen first and had plans for where she’d go, then Criffon’s birthday was a month after hers. I was the last one leaving the nest.”

“Were you- kicked out at eighteen?”

“Nah, ‘course not! Or, not that aggressively.” He waved a paw. “We were allowed to stay in the building, but the orphanage wouldn’t provide much more than that anymore.” He looked up at his husband. “It was after you turned nineteen that Mapleline helped us move into our first apartment together.”

“Hm, that was convenient.” Snorpy looked pensive. “I wonder what might’ve happened if Maple’s acting career didn’t kick off the way it did.”

Chandlo took his paw, eyebrows furrowing. “…I don’t wanna think about that.” He muttered, squeezing the other.

“Oh- oh, I’m so sorry, Chandlo.” He looked sympathetic, realizing he’d been running his mouth a little far. “…Erm- Harvestfest is coming up, I received a letter from Floofty yesterday.” He immediately tried to distract from it with something else. “They were asking if we’d like to join them to celebrate at their home and take Faydra to see her cousins. It’s been a while since we’ve seen their family, though apparently the kids have been talking.”

Chandlo perked up. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He nodded. “I haven’t caught up with Filbo and Beffica in a while, are Mapleline and her spouse coming?”

“Floofty didn’t mention.” He shook his head. “Though, I assume Maple and Everal are busy around this time of year. You know how they are.”

He shrugged. “Always out and about.”

sudden end because whoops! All drabble!

#bugsnax #tori’s writing tag #snorpy fizzlebean #chandlo funkbun #faydra fizzlefunk #oops! all headcanons

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twistedtummies2 · 2 years

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The Devils I Know - Number 8

Welcome to “The Devils I Know!” For this spooky time of year, from now till Halloween, I’ll be counting down My Top 31 Depictions of the Devil, from movies, television, video games, and more! Today’s Devil proves that the fast-food industry is the most evil thing in the world. Bua ha ha. Number 8 is…Sadao Maou, from The Devil is a Part-Timer!

It’s been a spell since our good pals from the very weird world of Japan paid a visit on this countdown, hasn’t it? I went over a couple of anime-style Devils in the Honorable Mentions, and believe me, there are plenty more out there…but out of all the different takes on the Demon King one can find, there’s really only one that I felt was worthy of placement in the top ten. That is Satan, a.k.a. Sadao Maou, from “The Devil is a Part-Timer!” Based on the light novels by the same name, “The Devil is a Part-Timer” is a semi-dark comedy anime series. I say “semi-dark” because, for the majority of the show’s runtime, it’s pretty much pure silliness. It doesn’t take itself seriously in the slightest, most of the time, and just about every second there’s something new and crazy to make you giggle and smile. However, at it’s heart, the show is a story about demons, angels, holy warriors, and the freaking Inquisition, so…yeah, it can’t be completely funny ALL the time. But even in its more dramatic moments, there’s usually something in the mix that sort of punctures the pomposity, bringing things back to a comical place. The show recently got its second season going after a several-year hiatus, and I’m happy to say it’s still just as goofy and weird and generally fun as its first season, even if the art style has undergone a slight face change. The plot of the series begins in an parallel world to Earth called “Ente Isla.” In this fantasy landscape, the Devil himself – Satan – attempts to, of course, take over the world. His plans are foiled by the half-angel hero, Emilia, so Satan and his most loyal general, Alciel, flee through a portal to our own world, with Emilia in hot pursuit. This is where things get daffy, because upon reaching the “real” world, these characters have to deal with real world problems on a mundane, low level: the Devil ends up getting a job at a fast food restaurant, his nemesis works at a service call center, both have to live in apartments and deal with bills and coworkers and all that jazz…that’s really where the humor of the show comes from. These fantastical characters being thrown through the ringer in some of the most drab and utterly ordinary positions a person can find themselves in. Satan – who goes by the alias “Sadao Maou” to try and fit in – is an interesting twist on the Devil. I keep hearing people refer to him as a misunderstood character, but I don’t really think that’s the right terminology for him. He meant everything he did, as far as I can tell, and what he did was not necessarily very nice. However, there is a sympathetic edge to his character: the whole reason he tried to take over Ente Isla was because he wanted to make that world a better place for his own kind. It was a noble ideal, but…well…perhaps being a demon, he went to extreme lengths to try and achieve this goal. He admits that he feels the power might have gone to his head, and that he really didn’t fully understand what being human was really like. The great irony is, now that he’s stuck in such a place as he is, he’s gotten to understand humanity on a different level, and even though he still wants to take over the world, it seems to have created a conflict in him. He’s no longer interested in hurting people, and he actually does his best to protect and help people whenever he can. As a result, he becomes a more enigmatic character: we can usually guess what he’ll do, the real question is why he’ll do it. And, of course, he’s freaking hilarious. I think the best way to describe Satan in this series is that his priorities are a complete mess: he’s somehow both a total drama queen and one of the most laid-back characters of the whole bunch at the same time. He’s given to grandiose speeches and has a flair for the dramatic, but it usually comes out in a hilarious way: giving a big monologue while wearing nothing but his underwear, naming his bicycle Dullahan and referring to it as his “royal steed,” and talking about promotions and sales at the restaurant like he’s fighting a great and glorious war. Then, in direct contrast, he’ll just be completely dismissive when Emilia tries to kill him, or when a corrupt priest is trying to make a monologue of their own, or when he’s doing something incredible like holding up an entire building with his magic. It’s that weird sense of taking everything and nothing completely seriously at all that I think makes him so amusing, and it really describes the entire series in a nutshell: nothing is sacred, except when it suddenly is. In the original Japanese version of the show, Satan is voiced by Ryota Osaka. Most people would know him best for the role of Marco in “Attack on Titan.” I, personally, know him best beyond this series for playing Ex in “Grimms Notes.” Osaka does a good job, of course, but in my opinion, this is a series where the English Dub is MUCH better than the original. It’s just so much FUNNIER, in my opinion, as the voice actors are given a lot of liberty that leads to some really hysterical line reads, ad-libs, and performances overall. At the same time, the moments of drama feel even more impactful in the English version; these actors really give it their all and every scene and line hits hard. In the Dub, Satan is voiced by Josh Grelle; he’s also an alumni of Attack on Titan, having played the role of Armin there. He’s also the voice of Tokoyami from My Hero Academia. Whichever version you choose to watch, the series is a riot, and if this campy craziness sounds up your alley, you should definitely give it a try. Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 7! HINT: “SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!”

#the devils i know #top 31 devils #fiction #list #countdown #best #favorites #october special #halloween advent calendar #anime #number 8 #josh grelle #ryota osaka #sadao maou #sadao #satan #the devil is a part-timer

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youllallriseintheink · 2 years

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An Obedient Son, chapter 6: Over Now

This is the story of Michael Afton, his father, and how their relationship affected him over the years.

This is the final chapter. Thanks to everyone who has read through this. I really appreciate it.

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It was 27th of April, the day before Michael’s birthday. He’d opted to skip school for the first time in a year or so and spend the day in his old home. That’s what he’d taken to calling it, since he knew he wouldn’t see it again after tonight. It was a nice place, stylishly decorated and decently clean, and slow to change since William was a busy man and slow to throw things away. It still had a lot of Michael’s childhood toys and drawings on the fridge. And of course, his siblings’ rooms were untouched since William thought they’d be returning to them one day.

They’re going to be animatronics forever, Michael thought. But he couldn’t let William put God knew how many more kids though the same in hopes that he could figure out how to bring them back out.

Michael’s bags were packed, and included a series of cassette tapes on which he’d secretly recorded his father’s murderous ramblings. William’s three locked rooms had no security cameras, unfortunately, so it was the best he could do. That night, he acted like the adoring son he’d been mere weeks ago. And then, when he was sure William was asleep, he snuck out and he was gone.

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The next morning, William woke up early. Today was the day. Gosh, for a while he’d been nervous that he’d ruined what he had with Michael by letting him in on the murder thing. But he’d come around, big time. Murder was all he wanted to talk about ever since they’d had their talk in the woods!

But, Michael was still a teenager, and teenagers liked to sleep in. William got himself ready for the day and sat in the living room, reading the paper and feeling like a child waiting for his parents to wake up on Christmas Day. Oh, why had he scheduled their murder for noon?

11 AM rolled around, and William got up to wake up his son, creaking the door open to find an empty room. William’s heart rate skyrocketed. Not knowing what else to do, he ran out to his car, ditching his purple coat to be less instantly recognizable. Rain pelted down hard enough to soak him in seconds, but it couldn’t drown out his furious racing thoughts.

Michael had wanted this, right? He’d said as much again and again. It was on the way to Freddy’s that William realized: Michael had started acting interested after he’d learned about Charlie’s murder, which had bothered him more than anything else William had told him. The questions he’d asked... “are there security cameras in the locked rooms,” “tell me all about your favourite murder in detail...” all seemed planned. No. No, no. It can’t be...

As William drew closer to Freddy’s, he saw three police cars outside of it. His heart sank. Michael had betrayed him.

William carefully turned away from Freddy’s, thankfully not attracting the attention of any cops. Where was he now? William didn’t know, but he had a guess.

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“I sure hope we can pull this off,” Michael muttered. He was sitting at Henry’s table. Henry had cleaned the place up somewhat since he’d last been there and had unblocked the windows to let in some light, which was sweet on Henry’s part and made Michael feel less anxious about living with him. But this was still a massive risk, and he hoped it would be worth it.

“Well, we’ve done all we can. And at least we saved that little girl, right?”

“Yeah. But Fazbear Ent has an army of lawyers and a ton of money to throw at this, and Dad’s lied to courts before to get his way. And he has ways of getting rid of evidence. I hope the tapes are enough, because the police aren’t gonna find much else. And who knows what Dad’s gonna do when he realizes that I’m gone.”

The unlocked front door slammed open, hitting the back wall with a crash and revealing a rain-soaked and furious William Afton. “You fucking traitors!” William shouted, gripping his favourite knife like he intended to throttle it.

“Mike, call 911,” Henry said cautiously.

Michael made a move for the phone, but William ran for him and trapped him in a headlock with the knife against his throat. He faced Henry.

“Try to call the police, and I won’t hesitate. Now go get me what you have of mine.”

Henry shook his head. With his teeth bared, he looked like he might pounce as well, were he not so physically outmatched. “You’re too late, old friend. We gave the tape recorders in to the police. You’re going to prison for killing my little girl and all the others like her. You won’t change anything by putting more blood on our hands.”

“Thanks for letting me know that it was tape recorders. They’re designed to let me erase them at a distance, and now I will. But I wasn’t here for that. What I meant was the android. Now go get it.”

Henry looked into Michael’s eyes. “Michael... the android is for Elizabeth, right? Nothing unethical?”

“Nothing bad,” Michael replied. As he spoke, he felt the knife cut into his throat, releasing just a bit of blood.

“Okay. I’ll go get it. Follow along, Will. I don’t want to let you out of my sight.”

Henry led them down the hall to a room he was using as a workshop. Amongst the various half-formed robots was a frightful humanoid contraption of complicated muscle-like plating and bags of fake blood. Evan’s android had been cute, and this one would be as well once it was decorated to resemble Elizabeth, but skinless it was terrifying. Henry loaded it onto a magliner and brought it over.

“Thank you,” William said, dropping the knife. Then, he threw Michael to the floor and spat on him. “Elizabeth will be a better successor than you ever could have been. I wish I’d never wasted a second on you! All you ever did was tear this family apart.” William’s face contorted in uncontrolled rage. He yelled in frustration and lifted his foot in preparation to stomp down on Michael hard. Before he could, Henry grabbed a wrench and hit William him in the stomach with it, causing him to double over.

“Go away!” Henry shouted. It sounded more like begging than demanding. But William did, taking his robot with him.

Henry helped a still-shocked Michael back up. “You okay?” he asked.

Michael couldn’t do much other than stare ahead emptily. “I, uh... I’m gonna go to my room. I’m not injured,” he answered. And he did, and spent some time just catching up on homework. He felt nothing, honestly. It was like the whole thing had happened to someone else, or to a fictional character.

Michael and Henry set up defensive robots in the front and back yards to protect the house from William, should he choose to return. Michael figured that he wouldn’t try to kill them- it would put more suspicion on him if his accusers suddenly disappeared. Still, Michael was looking over his shoulder the next few days, and still carrying that feeling of numbness.

A court summons came less than a week later, and the crime being investigated was Charlie’s murder. Because William was something of a local celebrity, the court would take place in Idaho to ensure an unbiased jury. Henry found a place for them to stay a while, and they left.

The trial lasted two months, and it was brutal. The only evidence they had was half a transcription of one of the tape recorders. All the rest had been deleted before their transcription had even begun. It was a good one, though: it was William telling the story of how he murdered Charlie. Henry tried to encourage Michael about their odds, but Michael felt nothing.

William testified. “First, I would like to apologize on behalf of my son for wasting the court’s time. The transcript is of me telling my son a scary story from the perspective of Charlie’s murderer. You can call it sick if you want, but it’s just a horror story and doesn’t prove anything. It’s a tradition of ours to make fun of all the urban legends surrounding my franchise, and I assume that the other tapes contained similar stories that my son wanted all of you to take out of context. It’s the act of an arrogant boy: he’s of age now, so he wants me out of the way to inherit the franchise for himself. Apparently, he’s willing to manipulate all of you and emotionally abuse my grieving best friend to get it. I can’t tell you all how disappointed I am. The defence rests.”

William stepped down from the podium and went to Henry’s side. “You know, I don’t blame you for falling for his lies. I know how badly you want to find Charlie’s killer. But if you ever stop hating me, I’ll be here, alright?” His voice sounded so genuine, so gentle and sympathetic, that Michael almost worried he would fall for it. The court almost certainly would.

“Don’t worry,” Henry said, “I don’t trust him for a second.”

Michael testified, saying what he could of the truth. He didn’t mention immortality- there was no need to confuse the courts by bringing in the supernatural. He mentioned lying to the police twice under William’s orders, once while knowing his father was guilty. He recounted telling the little red-haired girl to meet them at Freddy’s.

William dismissed it all as lies, and it was his highly charismatic word against theirs. He slandered Henry, blaming him for the franchise’s numerous accidents because he had built or designed many of the franchise’s most dangerous robots.

“Products of an unstable mind. Perhaps a vengeful mind,” he said. “My gravest mistake is not letting him go from the company,” he said. Henry had tried to argue that he’d made the robots to William’s exact specifications, but again, there was no evidence, and even Henry couldn’t answer why he hadn’t asked more questions. He didn’t know himself.

As the court case dragged on, Michael missed his final exams and his high school graduation. He spoke on the phone with his friends and girlfriend, who would be attending Prom without him. Strangely enough, that was what actually got him to feel sad about the situation. The rest he just couldn’t believe was real.

Finally, the jury decided that William was innocent of Charlie’s murder. William didn’t even look at the two of them before heading out of the court building. It was then, as everyone began to leave, that it all sank in for Michael. This was real. His father was a murderer they couldn’t catch, and he was never going to speak to him again.

Michael turned to Henry. He was tearing up and he felt like a helpless child. “What do we do now?” he asked.

“We just made a serial killer very mad at us,” Henry answered steadily. He looked like he was going into a bit of shock himself. “What we do is we leave town. It’s gonna be okay.”

Did he actually believe that?

Henry drank himself halfway to unconsciousness that night. Michael joined in.

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Life went on. Henry stayed with his brother until he found a permanent place for him and Michael to live, found a new job, and found a high school for Michael to attend.

“You could really use a normal year,” Henry had said. And yeah, Michael could have.

Michael made new friends. Got good grades. Started to feel normal again.

Henry was doing better, too. He was kind of forced to be, between having to get out and interact with people at his job, reconnecting with his brother, and having a youth around that he wanted to be relatively sober and well-adjusted for. Honestly, Michael figured it was mostly the latter- he could tell that Henry was doing his best. He was stronger than William had given him credit for.

And, he taught Michael to drive.

“This shouldn’t be too hard,” Michael said, getting into the driver’s seat. “I’ve been driving illegally for years. Dad always said he could just bail me out if I got in trouble.”

“Fair enough,” Henry replied. “It’s still a hoop we should jump through to get you your license.”

“Yeah, I know,” Michael replied as they began driving together. He wondered if William’s refusal to do this was about keeping him dependent or about normalizing criminality to him. Or maybe they’d just both been too busy with work. There were so many little things William had done to him that Michael was just beginning to decode them all. Michael stopped at a stop sign and immediately got going again.

“Hey, that’s called a rolling stop. Don’t do it on your driving test. You gotta stop for longer.”

“Got it. Y’know I just realized: my dad said some pretty bad stuff about my mom, but he was probably lying. Maybe I should see if I can find out anything about her.”

“That sounds like a good idea. This internet thing is really taking off- maybe there’s something about her on there.”

“Do you think she’d want to see me after all Dad put her through?”

“I don’t know. I’ll tell you what, though- if you take the plunge and visit her, I’ll take the plunge and see if Maria and Sammy want to see me again. And if they both kick us out on our asses, well, at least we have each other.”

Michael smiled. “Thanks, Dad. Let’s do it.”

Henry was silent for a second, and Michael was too focused on the road to realize why.

“What? Oh... I, uh...”

“No, no. Call me whatever you want. ‘Dad’ is fine!”

It was over. William wasn’t a part of Michael’s life anymore.

But it wasn’t over. Michael kept using the internet to read the newspapers from Hurricane, Utah, and from that he knew that his father’s influence was only expanding.

After William’s father had died, he’d inherited millions and used them to found Afton Robotics. An infection of Fazbear-related restaurants had spread across Utah and was creeping over state lines, children of Hurricane were still disappearing, night guards were dying on a monthly basis, and the Bite had become the Bite of 83′ because apparently there were now multiple instances of animatronics biting people into brain damage.

It was impossible to forget. It was impossible to pull away.

Was it a coincidence that Michael moved to a town near Hurricane after he finished trade school? He wasn’t sure. He’d read a lot of news articles that had kept him up at night, and he wouldn’t doubt that it was affecting his decision-making. One day, he decided to drive by the oldest Fazbear restaurant still in operation and noticed a sign reading “help wanted: night guard position” in the window.

Come on. You don’t want this. You can do better than working the night shift at a minimum wage job. You can do better than dwelling in the past like this.

Michael parked his car and entered that horribly nostalgic building. The carpeting had been changed to red, but otherwise it was just as he remembered it.

They’ll recognize me. They’ll send me away. Or kill me...

“Table for one?” the greeter asked him.

“Actually, I wanted to apply for the night guard position. My name is Mike... uh...” At least use a fake name. “Mike Schmidt.”

“Alright. I’ll get the application forms.”

Michael’s heart rate picked up a bit. Was he actually going to do this? They won’t hire me. I won’t spend my nights trying not to get killed by my father’s creations and looking for a way to bring him down. I won’t make this my life. I’m going to be a normal repairman and visit my stepdad and stepbrother on the holidays and have a normal fucking existence...

That’s what he told himself, knowing that it was certainly all a lie.

#five nights at freddy's #michael afton #william afton #henry emily #my fanfiction #an obedient son

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bandofchimeras · 1 year

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PDA stuff & long diary life update for those who care!

started sort of arguing with a popular neurodivergency Twitter person (not really, but got defensive) over the idea of PDA being a myth or a grab bag for those of us with severe burnout, etc. I'm open to not being CORRECT on this, but personally I've found both good and bad things in the diagnosis, the label, and community self-understanding, as with any diagnosis....its all based on a pretty flawed and pathologizing system. so why attack PDA in particular?

anyhow, on a personal level, today I stayed up into my natural noctural habitat to chop vegetables and make borscht. its a long, tedious process at my rate, and took two days + leaving the vegetables out overnight to do, but now its done! and yummy healthful soup for the rest of the week. :)

I'm slowly chipping away at rebuilding life and haven't tackled doctors, dentists, pharmacist, therapist aspect yet because of feeling vaguely unsure about where I will actually end up living once this couchsurfing period is over. its such an ordeal I don't want to repeat it again....but my teeth need urgent care, and meds are gonna be essential for any kind of work. which i've also been avoiding.... February is historically the hardest month for me to get thru. every year. have delved into other things astrologically but February...well I guess natal Uranus square Venus, Sun and North Node/Pluto plus oppositon Mars....that's a rough transit. But its probably the weather. Okay on to the PDA/ADHD/sensory/wtf bullshit I wanted to write about:

today I slowed wayyyyy down and just noticed in my body where and when resistance came up. It was a huge dark spirally last few days, but today had a few breakthroughs of being honest when my anxiety tempted me to lie/hide, saying no to somebody instead of people pleasing, and calming down before calling my mom, and actually having a pleasant chat.

also addressed the Cat Peeing on Everything issue in a multitude of ways. I felt much stronger in my self-acceptance despite the realization last night that my joints have deteriorated to the point carrying grocery bags disolates them! my life is pretty boring and I'm sort of floating along with no direction, but today instead of spiralling about it, I used the role-play technique to coach myself into a new mindset of "maybe you are not ready to find your purpose yet, just focus on getting the basics down" AND I noticed when my avoidance was coming from sensory needs! and tried to address them before making the demand. it worked pretty decently (turns out when i'm cold i will Not be able to move my body until until its warm??) A huge Axis of PDA is our intense willpower and drive to conform, fit in, understand, mask, etc. among people who are not us, and not like us. I appreciate this about PDAers, this will to understand and adapt, and the determination to succeed despite all setbacks. however, I think due to our slower processing speed, with the demand avoidance interference, we often miss the "steps" involved in success. there may also be some wilful delusion - if they can do it I can do it! that comes from being hypersensitive to the opinions of an ableist collective. so this week for me, i was feeling the weight of "not and never will be enough" and comparison to others. however, deactivating my facebook and slowing down to make soup, going on a sunshine walk, supple,ents, using the happy light, and starting to practice responding at least a little more compassionately but firmly to my own meltdowns....its working. i just have to release the need to do everything, everywhere, all at once. PDAers are characterized by a strong will to not only live, but to feed, to grow, to expand, to be competent. full of ideas and desires!! Unfortunately we often do not receive the accommodations necessary to actually do so or develop missing skills bc of being good at masking, or our disability being demonized as willful, selfish and in need of "breaking" this can be very heartbreaking - but as today showed me in my roommate's gracious reaction to a talk I was very scared to have with them - when you find someone who does accommodate and understand, and are willing, able, and open to connect with them, it is also heart healing. our struggles are an opportunity to exercise deep self acceptance and love for the Self despite physical limitations and inabilities!!! or they can be in the right environment. that's my thoughts for now, now its really past time to go to bed and have wild near lucid dreams again. goodnight!!

#orchid speaks #PDA #pathological demand avoidance #autism #astrology

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scribeforchrist-blog · 11 months

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Walking In Obedience In A Difficult Season!

Verse of the day

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+ 2 King 8:1 Elisha had told the woman whose son he had brought back to life, “Take your family and move to some other place, for the LORD has called for a famine on Israel that will last for seven years.”

** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN AFFIRMATION **

I AM TRUSTING THE PROCESS

I AM LEANING ON MY GOD

I AM HAPPIER

I AM CONTENT

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God will always let his people know before something is going to occur, but it’s up to us to hear him; God will always let us know when to let go of something, but it’s up to us to hear him, God will always tell us when we are heading into certain seasons in our lives but it’s us up to us to take the necessary steps to head the opposite way & hear him!

A lot of times, we go through certain things because we think we can change everything or we can put everything under control and we can’t; when God tells us to step away or to move, we need to move; we can’t second guess, or try to his mind, we can’t, we must always be obedi..ent.

In the verse today, Elijah had just healed Shunammite woman's son, and Elijah got word from God about what would happen to her life and others in that area . This woman could’ve said no, I’m fine here, she could’ve ignored the warning from the man of God and been in disbelief, but instead, it tells us in verse 2 she did this “The woman proceeded to do as the man of God said. She and her family went away and stayed in the land of the Philistines seven years.”

Obedience is what we must do to build a relationship with God; we can sit here and go back and forth with him, or we can do as he says because, at the end of every test and every problem, he will take care of his children, he will make it as if nothing was never gone, because contrary to the belief he wants to take care of us, he wants to see us happy, he wants to provide for us he’s not a God that seeks to make us miserable with his plans, he desires to do good for us. Everything he has planned for you and I are to bring us closer to him! Everything he has planned for us is to take care of us.

Verse 6 “The king asked the woman about it, and she told him. Then he assigned an official to her case and said to him, “Give back everything that belonged to her, including all the income from her land from the day she left the country until now.”

If the Shunammite’s woman had been angry and disobedient, if she didn’t take heed to the famine that he said was coming, she probably would’ve never gotten anything back, but what she did was complete obedience towards God, she knew that if God allowed Elijah to bring back her child or to awaken her child, she knew God would take care of her she trusted the plan she trusted in God most of all.

Who is going through a season with less or a dry season today? Who is asking God how long? Who is looking for the end of the famine that’s in their life , it could be a famine with financial issues, a famine of less of what we want , we could be stagnant in our walk with God. We must trust the plan and be obedient and that whatever he takes, whatever he pulls us away from, whatever he places a hold on , he will give back to us if we are obedient to his will!!!

“Isaiah 61:7 Instead of your shame there shall be a double portion; instead of dishonor they shall rejoice in their lot; therefore in their land they shall possess a double portion; they shall have everlasting joy.”

God is calling us to a double portion of what we lost! God is calling us to rejoice through the drought! God is trying to bring contentment into your situation, but we must accept the plan and walk through this SEASON .God is calling us out of our confused places! God is calling us out of the places we shouldn’t be! God is calling us out of our disobedience to obedience; some are waiting for a sign, but God has already spoken to you! How long will you wait? How long will you rest in your mess , your problems and instead of laying at his feet ?!

** Today, God is calling us out! God is asking us to hold on to the plan and not to look back! God is calling us not to miss the opportunity that he has given us, God is trying to open the door, but he’s calling for obedience first, allow God to be what you need by trusting and listening to him; the woman in this story left everything, to go somewhere she didn’t know, and when she came back he gave EVERYTHING back to her, she almost lost her son ,she turned around and lost her house ,back to back no rest, in her test, but how do you think she felt? How do you think she handled it ?? She handled it with grace! We must do the same! Trust the process .©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father, I thank you! We thank you for the dry place we are in; we thank you for what your about to do! We thank you for never leaving us! We thank you for caring for us! Lord, we give you everything! Every problem, every worry, every heartache! We place every fear at your feet; Father breathe life back into us, breathe life back into a dead spiritual life; Father, we ask you to direct us out of our season of famine or disobedience and into your hands; we ask you to direct us back to you! Lord, we thank you for all things! Father, we love you, and we thank you in Jesus' Name Amen

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+Psalm 68:6 God makes a home for the lonely;He leads out the prisoners into prosperity,Only the rebellious dwell in a parched land.

+Psalm 63:1 A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,

In a dry and weary land where there is no water.

+John 7:38 Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’”

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Further reading

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1 Kings 1:1-53

Acts 4:1-37

Psalm 124:1-8

Proverbs 16:24

#bible #bible quotes #christian quote #daily devotion #daily devotional #inspiration #scripture #bible verse #christian life #christan life

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Elvis Presley's Jungle Room, Graceland, 3764 Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, TN

There's a huge root I'm driving which is thought to be the brain portion of the EnT and it was, of the female and people blame Hera but I thought I figured this out today clever little guy escaped after Elvis's death and he came up to the house and had it appeared that someone was saying something and somehow it caught again it was brought back to Graceland when Jesus Christ got out the two the brain and the EnT are there in Graceland. If not I guess you have a big problem

He's the one who started all this stuff about stealing from my people

Zues Hera

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twistedsin · 3 years

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Hi, is it possible to request for a nsfw crewel x student! Reader? ;_; the reader is being a tease and tries to flirt with him during class. Then both of them end of doing it after school in his classroom?Thank you for your time! >.<

ABSOLUTELY!! I really like this request, I am sincerely sorry it took me so long to finish it. I’m glad I finally got to write pet-play professor.

For the context of this fic, we’re going to say Night Raven is a newly co-ed school. Male students still outnumber females, but it is no longer gender exclusive.

Disclaimer: Teacher x student. Don’t fuck your teachers for extra credit in real life, that is not how you succeed.

“Now, what is the element with the hottest melting point?” Crewel pointed his baton your way, as your fingers perked up.

“Tungin” You answered, a small smirk on your lips. The rest of the class started laughing, but your professor was smarter than that.

“Tungsten,” Crewel corrected as the class quieted down, “It is quite a robust element. Incredibly hard.” His eyes connected with yours. “Only in its purest form can you make it putty in your hands.” Crewel turned away and returned to his lecture...

“Now for today’s mini-lab, you and your partner need to list the 15 elements in order of weight. Once you have them all correct you may leave.”

You paired up with the person next to you and tried to cooperate with them. There was much more you looking over at Crewel than actually helping with the worksheet.

Eventually you 'accidentally' tossed your pen from your hand in the direction of his desk. It hit the floor and rolled to one of the legs, the placement couldn't have been more perfect. "Oops... I'll be right back." You told your partner, who didn't seem to care since you weren't helping anyway.

Concealing your bright smile with a mischievous, you walked over to the professor’s desk, his attention turning to you. "Did you have a question?" He rose a brow looking you over.

"Nope, just needed to get my pencil. It rolled over here." You explain as you drop to your knees in front of him, taking your time to turn onto all fours, your ass up and wiggling as you felt around for your pencil. Divus shifted in his chair, seeming to be looking back at the papers rather than the curve of your ass barely covered by the short uniform skirt. If he leaned back a little, he'd probably be able to see your panties, or if you were wearing any.

Unfortunately, he did not, and gave you a disinterested response, "If you can't find it. I'll loan you a new one. You should get back to your assignment." A small pout formed on your face before you grabbed your pencil and stood. "Wait," He called out when you were a few steps away. You eagerly turned, "Yes, sir?"

"In class, it's Professor, not sir." Divus held out a paper to you, your last test with the results in red at the top. A 69/100, not great. "Your grades seem to be slipping and this attitude of yours, I think you may need a reminder of who's in charge. See me after school."

"Yes, professor." You squeaked out trying not to smile too much. Sure you were in trouble but seeing him after school meant that the two of you would be alone together. And that part about teaching you who was in charge, it was way too easy to find a hidden meaning in that. Now it was even harder to focus on the work at hand. Even through the rest of your classes, all you could think about what Divus was going to teach you later.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Professor?" You called out, entering the classroom before waiting for a response, "You wanted to see me?”

"What is the point of knocking, if you're not going to wait for an answer?" Divus sighed from behind his desk. "You may come in. Be sure to lock the door. I hate when students just think they can barge in." He watched, making sure you did what you were told. Once you had locked the door you obediently went over and stood in front of his desk.

"I made it a goal to be sure none of my pups had red marks this semester." He removed his glasses and moved the stack of paperwork into a drawer. "You are at risk of me breaking this promise, and I won't have it." He stood, and walked around the desk to stand in front of you. "You need more discipline."

"You think scolding me is going to make work harder?" I mean it might, depending on the type of punishment. "Maybe I want red marks." You wanted them more on your body than your report card though.

He was unamused at your response. "I've trained plenty of other litters, my methods have yet to fail. I've dealt with your type too. So, what is this new issue of yours that has you so distracted in class?" He took a step closer, leaving him right in front of you, "Or should I guess."

“Well... It’s just hard for me to focus on chemical reactions when my body always has such a strong reaction to you. It’s easy for my mind to wander to more reactive activities.”

A smirk crossed his lips, as he leaned in, “Like my tongue inside you?”

You shivered from his warm breath on your ear. You felt your lower regions pulse, thoughts of your little fantasy popping up in your mind. You needed a moment to regain your composure. “Tongue just happened to work with the element, I’m not opposed to any other part of you being in me either~”

“Quite a bold little puppy you are.” Crewel took a step back looking you over. “Since that's the issue let's try and see if you can focus on one of those activities,” He pointed the baton at his desk, “Sit.” You eagerly obey, taking a seat on the side edge of his desk.

He took off his coat and placed it on the coat stand before moving back to his desk. “If you still can't focus, or misbehave then this stops." He started sifting through the bottom left drawer. “Hold this.” He shut the drawer and stood holding a wrapped condom to your lips. You softly took the corner of the package in your mouth. “Don’t drop it.”

The order was a bit harder to follow than you thought as he almost teasingly slowly removed his tie and undid a few buttons on his shirt. He ran a hand through his hair before undoing his pants and pulling out his dick. You would have licked your lips if you could.

“You look hungry pet.” You spread your legs as his gloved hand ran up your thigh. He stepped closer, slowly grinding his erection against your wet panties. You let out a needy whine shifting your hips as a way to encourage him. Your core tightened just from the grinding, it just made you want him more. “You’re so excited, aren’t you? I wonder, how often have you masturbated to the idea of me fucking you in this classroom?”

You gave him a lustful look as he finally took the condom from your mouth. “Enough to have some expectations” You gave a coy smile but he simply responded with a smirk.

“I doubt those will hold up to the real thing.” Once the condom was on his hands trailed up your thighs. Your breathing grew heavy with lust at his teasing touch. The way he took his time was driving you crazy.

You narrowed your eyes at him, wanting to scold him to hurry it up, but he simply stared back a small upward curve at the corner of his mouth. His threat of stopping if you misbehaved floating through your head. There was no way you were going to risk this ending not when you were so close. His fingers finally caught the edges of your panties and pulled them off, a strand of your juices dragging out.

Crewel licked his lips, finally grabbing your hips and tugging you against him. “Let’s see if you meet my expectations.” He rubbed against you a few times before slowly pushing in, leaving you time to adjust. He wasn’t sure how experienced you were and didn’t want to push you too much. While the feeling was tight, and a bit painful with how active your insides had been it wasn’t too bad to adjust to. “Ah~ Y-you’re finally inside, Professor Crewel!" You gasped between your shaky moans. A smile formed on your face from looking down at how he stretched you. There was still so much left to fill you with and you couldn't wait.

His hand gripped your chin to look back up at him. "Wrong. It's Master or Master Crewel now. Do you understand pet?"

"Yes Master Crewel." It was easy enough to remember the name as you referred to him as such in most of your fantasies anyway.

His hand slid up your cheek to push some of your hair away from your face, "Good girl. I won't hesitate to drill the idea into you if you forget."

Now that you had had time to adjust and names were sorted, it was time to set things in motion. His thrusts were smooth and slow at first. Even with such little stimulation, your walls were pulsing around him, squeezing as if trying to pull him deeper. It made him want to go wild, but he of course had control and would wait patiently until you let him do so.

Your head tilted back, calling out his name. "Good pet. Just like that. I can tell you're enjoying yourself." He smirks, "Is it all your imagined? Or did you want it rougher?" He'd be happy to oblige his student's needs since they waited so long. It would be easier for them to focus if he fulfilled the fantasy correctly.

"More." Your voice was merely a whisper at first, rising as you knew mewling wasn't a satisfying answer for him. "I want to take all of you. I want you to move faster. Please, Master! Fuck me! I can take it, I need your cock!" You begged, feeling needy. You had let your thoughts of him been wandering for too long to not indulge yourself. You wanted him to fuck you so that you never needed another fantasy of him, just memories of this moment.

"Such a needy pet." His hips stilled, "Lay down." His hand rested on your back to ease you into laying down across the length of his desk. He pushed your legs up and open. One of his hand resting on one of your knees, the other on the table so he could lean over you, "Let's test how much you can take."

With this new positioning, he had more leverage, and now that he wasn't holding himself back as much anymore it was almost a whole different experience from when he first ented you. His whole cock was sliding in and out of you.

His thrusts are almost wild, nothing like the slow pace he had kept before. If he hadn't laid you back beforehand you would have fallen back on your own. His entire cock being pushed inside you now, it filled you up so nicely. With these deeper thrusts, his shaft brushed against your sweet spot from time to time. Your body clenched tightly around him each time, never wanting him to pull out yet wanting him to thrust even faster and deeper. He carefully watched your expressions as the pleasure overcame you. The way your eyes became hazy and that small smile as you gasped and groaned. Some words slipping out occasionally, mostly master, yes, and more.

"Such a good pet. You're already surpassing my expectations." Divus cooed, "Is this everything you thought about?"

"Y-yes!" You cried out between gasps. "It feels so good. So much better than a fantasy."

"Good. Then there is no reason to keep daydreaming in class then."

"Yes. No... I-" You couldn't focus on his questions right now, or what the right answer was. You just wanted to cum and enjoy the feeling of him thrusting into you. "I'm going to cum. Master please~"

You suddenly felt a sharp sting on your thigh as his gloved hand slapped your skin. "Answer me first pet. Are you going to focus in class?" His thrusts slowed to your dismay.

"Yes! I'll focus in class! I'll raise my grade I promise!" You called out a bit panicked and desperate for him to continue.

Divus chuckled a bit, enjoying your desperation. "I'm expecting good results then." His hips regained their rapid pace from before, "Now you can cum, pet." Now given permission and his thorough pace returned it didn't take long for your body to reach its peak and your orgasm to course through you. The way your body clenched and spasmed around him had him cumming soon after you. He rode out the pleasure high before finally stopping his thrusts and pulling out of you.

A pout accompanied by a small whine formed at the loss of his cock so soon, but you couldn't stay upset. He just looked way too sexy running his hand through his hair, leaning over you catching his breath. Divus gave a small smile as his eyes caught yours. "Good girl. You performed well."

He helped you to sit up on his desk then discarded the condom and began fixing his pants. "If you do well on the next test, I'll reward you just like this." Once he was situated, he let you rest your head against his chest while he fixed up your uniform. "If not then I'll have to find other ways to get you to behave."

You knew it was meant as a warning but it just excited you. "Yes, Master Crewel. I'll do my best."

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years

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MonX Hospital | Kihyun

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x reader

Genre: ENT doctor – hospital au / romance / musical actress au

Warnings: medical terms and recovery, slight suggestive tone at the end

Word count: 3579

“He’s the best of the best,” your manager Dot had urged, her tone too excited for something so serious. “You’ll be back to singing in no time. In fact, you’ll be singing my praises once it’s all over and done with!”

You hadn’t appreciated Dot’s enthusiasm one bit but you couldn’t deny as you looked at the oak door before you that her glowing recommendation had you more than a little hopeful for today’s hospital appointment.

You needed to see the best ENT specialist if you wanted to recover and return to your headlining spot as a musical actress.

“Miss L/N?” a well-presented nurse called out and you perked up from your seat, watching her reach for the handle of the oak door and welcoming you inside. “Doctor Yoo is ready for you now.”

Stepping inside the office, you took in the wall of accolades appreciatively and then sat in the seat the nurse directed you to in front of an expansive desk. Looking at the various medical models upon a shelf near another door, you jumped when it opened suddenly and a young doctor entered the room.

This surprised you greatly. You had expected someone much older if he was the best in this field.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Doctor Yoo, your specialist for today,” he greeted with a broad smile that curled up his eyes behind his circular glasses.

Smiling curtly as you slipped your hand into his outstretched one, you greeted the handsome man quietly as you battled with the conflicted thoughts within your mind. You wanted a doctor who could help you, not someone who looked as if he had just graduated from medical school.

Doctor Yoo then perched on the front of his desk in front of you, still smiling comfortably. “Are you nervous? Don’t be. If anything, it should be me who is taken back in your presence. I’ve seen you perform a few times. I never expected I’d be treating you for a vocal cord condition, however.”

“These things happen,” you mentioned politely whilst silently berating yourself for the umpteenth time.

You knew better than to overdo it. The warnings from the professionals working for your production team had been there all along. Your voice was what had earned you just as many accomplishments as the doctor had upon his wall. You were a rising star, a household name in affluent circles. Your roles had surpassed all your childhood expectations and now you were headlining the biggest acts each year.

Your greed was what led you to sitting in front of the specialist today. You craved to be better than your last performance every time. And now you couldn’t even sing one simple line, let alone talk without your voice breaking and feeling hoarse consistently.

“Of course, I’ve seen it countless times, so you’re in good hands.”

“I can’t help but notice your appearance doesn’t quite match what I expected when hearing you’re the best in this field, Doctor Yoo.”

“There’s the honest side to you that I was waiting for,” he mentioned with a grin as he rounded his desk and sat behind it. Somehow, this shift in position did seem to change the power within the room. He looked more like a doctor to you now as he scanned your file on the computer screen to the left of the desk. Doctor Yoo then nodded grimly. “These symptoms don’t sound pleasant.”

“I’ve had some preliminary testing done and-”

“The laryngoscopy results were inconclusive of either suspected vocal cord nodules or paralysis.”

“Hardly the latter, don’t you think? I can still talk and paralysis sounds…”

“Permanent?” the man offered and you nodded. He shook his head immediately. “It is a concern to treat any of these in someone who needs their voice for their career as some damage is hard to repair. But it’s not impossible to overcome with the right vocal therapy and treatment. Shall we get to business? So, you know, I can exercise my expertise and show you that being one of the younger doctors in this profession doesn’t make me incompetent.”

You bit back your flustered response, swallowing roughly before nodding. “That’s why I’m here, Doctor Yoo.”

It was a long two hours in and out of Doctor Yoo’s office. He did testing with you in person, asking for you to complete various exercises using your voice and throat, and then took you in to get some further images of your larynx. Not only was he thorough with his examination and took more time with his assessment than the last two doctors had, but you could also sense his superiority in skill. You appreciated him the longer you spent time in his company, able to tell just how dedicated he was to his patients and his skill.

You felt you were within very capable hands.

“So how was that?” Doctor Yoo mentioned when he had you seated back in front of his desk, a sly smile tainting his otherwise impeccable professionalism.

“I’ll express what I think when you’re done telling me the official results of the tests, Doctor.”

“Well, that seems fair.” He steepled his fingers together upon the tabletop of the desk and sighed. “It’s as I expected in beginning, you have a condition referred commonly to as Vocal Cord Paralysis.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“With the symptoms present and the way you performed through the examination, it was evident that you had-”

“Are you sure?” you interjected, panic rising within you. Admittedly you had hoped for a nodule, or two. Then you could simply undertake surgery and then vocal therapy and get back to work within a couple of months. You’d seen celebrities battle vocal nodules and their turn around from injury to comeback stage wasn’t that bad. You could hardly tell the difference in their vocal tone as well.

But this prognosis held greater risks. You didn’t need to be a doctor to know this. You had researched the condition, fooling yourself that despite the list of symptoms you weren’t in this category as it was usually a cause to an underlying medical condition. Aside from your vocal injury, you were in the best health you had been in years.

The doctor’s expression was unchanged. Resolute. You knew Doctor Yoo wouldn’t be telling you this unless it was the only outcome of his findings. Blinking back tears, you darted your focus towards his accomplishments, feeling insignificant within their presence.

“It’s not all bad news, Y/N. I know it’s not as simple as you no doubt imagined, but we can get through this together. For one, your condition is a mild case, which will respond well to treatment and heal faster than if it were more severe. I don’t think this is a cause of misuse of your vocal cords either.”

“What? But, that’s ridiculous. Why else would I be here? I’m a musical actress; my job is to perform every night for two months at a time. I’ve been yelling, singing and putting pressure on my vocal cords for a great deal lately and-”

“You were in a car accident earlier in the year, were you not?”

“Yes, though it was minor and I only suffered whiplash from it,” you stated, the doctor now tapping in further notes. “Surely that wouldn’t cause this kind of damage.”

“One of your vocal cords isn’t opening and closing as it should. We typically see this condition in patients with some sense of trauma to the area. And whilst I know firsthand the type of demand on your vocal cords you would have every day in your profession, I don’t think it’s entirely your fault.”

It was overwhelming to hear this. You had spent the last few weeks with the rapid decline in your ability to even speak clearly blaming yourself for everything. Could it have been more out of your control than you had thought? Glancing up at the doctor waiting on you to process his words, he smiled.

“Either way, we know what is wrong with your vocal cords and I’m certain we will have you back to singing again, Y/N.”

“But not within the next couple of months.”

He nodded softly. “A fair bit longer. But I promise, my time with you will be worth it.”

Doctor Yoo hadn’t been wrong. The second test results confirmed his diagnosis and after some bulk injections to strengthen your vocal cords, you started vocal therapy with the doctor. You would mostly meet with him in his private clinic away from the hospital and you happened to like this space much better. It was still professional, but not as intimidating as his office in the hospital.

You also loosened off a little within these sessions.

“You once said to me that you knew firsthand what vocal cord troubles felt like.”

The man before you demonstrating the next exercise soon chuckled. “Memory skills are not lacking with you.”

“Of course not, I have to remember my lines as if they’re embedded into my very soul. I could recite my first musical role to you if I had to.”

“Impressive,” he replied and motioned for you to start the breathing exercise. “I used to sing.”

“Used to?”

“Focus on your exercise,” he warned, checking the air filling your diaphragm. Satisfied you were stable, Doctor Yoo continued. “When I was a teen I actually belonged to a musical theatre club too. I was stupid and dumb about my talent and got vocal nodules. Most people recover from this condition but for me, I was so used to belting out my notes that I could never reach the range I was known for again.”

“You were a theatre kid?” Blinking in confusion, you peered at your doctor more closely. “Did we ever cross paths?”

He smiled to himself knowingly. “I guess you could say that.”

“Where?”

“Next exercise,” Doctor Yoo instructed and left you puzzled until the very end of the session.

Of course, you went straight online to research the doctor. You knew his first name was Kihyun, though little results appeared outside of his already rather detailed medical career.

At your next appointment, you attempted to ask again, and he deflected your interest, seemingly enjoying being an enigma to you. It infuriated you but if there was one thing he wasn’t prepared for, was how diligent you were to find the answers to any problem you held within your heart or mind.

“You went to the same theatre program as I did, didn’t you?” you mentioned two weeks later, and the man smirked.

“Still trying to figure this out?”

“Well, you’re supplying very little information, Doctor Yoo.”

“Please, if you’re researching me this ardently, call me Kihyun. I’ve been on a first-name basis with you from the beginning; we should really level this out.”

You pursed your lips together and nodded. “Will you answer me?”

“Will you work very hard on strengthening your vocal cords today?” he shot back and you rolled your eyes.

“Isn’t that why I’m here?”

“I don’t know, sometimes I think you’re too interested in finishing your puzzle.”

“I knew you were tormenting me on purpose, Kihyun!”

He grinned, thrilled with the use of his first name. “Well, it’s been fun having you as my patient. Even better knowing that your memory skills fail you somewhat.”

“Excuse me?!” you exclaimed and then stopped, glaring at the smug doctor as you dealt the strain on your larynx. “Did you not praise my skills recently?”

“Oh yes, but they’re still lacking. Until you fix them, I don’t know if I should give you the answers you want.”

“You’re infuriating!”

“Now now, the doctor knows best and I think it’s more important we focus on this week’s session, don’t you?”

It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did, but Kihyun’s lack of answer drove you insane. You were more than convinced the doctor was simply messing with you, but it had gotten to extreme measures and now before you were all the yearbooks from your theatre school days. You started at the latest editions, looking through the clearer memories since you were older in age then. However, it wasn’t until you reached your fifteenth-year-old self that you realised just how much you had forgotten.

There, next to you, in your first lead role in a Romeo and Juliet musical, was a guy with longer hair than he sported now, reminding you of a whole lot more than just the musical theatre life.

How had you forgotten Yoo Kihyun like this?!

Embarrassment flamed your skin as the annoyance seeped throughout you. Of all the people, this child had grown up to be your doctor? You almost scoffed at how improbable this all seemed.

And then you remembered Kihyun’s sudden disappearance.

The reason he had departed from your world and turned to partying, and other teenage behaviours you had no interest in at the time, was because of his vocal nodules? Your heart panged with sadness that he had chosen that path instead of reaching out for help from you. Then again, you were prickly back then, even worse than now. Would you have been approachable for your co-star? You smiled sadly with the silver lining that Kihyun had grown up from his rebellious youth into someone as competent as he was.

You were more subdued at your next appointment because of your discovery, however.

Watching you carefully as you performed the exercise he asked for you to do without little complaint, Kihyun sighed. “You remember, don’t you?”

“How could I forget my first kiss?” you shot back and Kihyun grinned. “The prompt in the script was to pretend, not full-on kiss me as I lay there!”

“Is that why you forgot about me? Because you wanted to erase how your first kiss went? In all fairness, not a bad first kiss to have.”

“In front of a full house, with my parents there, no less?” you pointed out and Kihyun shrugged loosely. “I actually wasn’t that mad by it.”

“Then why did you-”

“Your disappearance. I guess when you gave up on theatre, after I got over my initial annoyance from having to work with your understudy for the remainder of the season, I must have stopped giving you space in my mind.”

“You knew where I was.”

“Partying, drinking, and doing god knows what else.”

“Suffering alone,” he concluded and your eyes softened when your gaze connected with his. Kihyun chuckled, though it wasn’t as connected as before. “Don’t pity me, Y/N. I got over it and realised I was being an idiot. I chose to become an Otolaryngologist to help others so they don’t lose their chance for something they want to keep in the future.”

“You can’t sing anymore?”

“Not powerfully. But I’ve improved. My interest is no longer there like before. I’d rather execute a medical surgery with no complications than worry about stressing out my falsetto too much.”

“I don’t know what I would do without being a musical actress,” you admitted and Kihyun nodded, patting your upper arm gently.

“The good news is, with how much you’re progressing, you won’t have to think about it.”

It had taken an entire year to make it back to standing on a practise stage. Even longer to be strong enough to sing as you once had. Your voice tired more easily, and whilst you wanted to headline your comeback stage, you knew it was more practical to take the second lead role.

Your vocal therapy ended eight months into your recovery, and you hadn’t seen Kihyun since. It felt strange to not visit his office anymore, and sometimes you found yourself standing in front of it, not realising you had driven there until you were parking your car and getting out.

So many times, you wished to go up to the eighth floor and visit the office again. Or book an appointment just for extra treatment. But you knew it was pointless. You had parted ways amicably, with the loose promise that Kihyun was looking forward to your return to the big stage.

Maybe that was why you had worked so hard to make sure when you returned that it was in your best possible condition ever.

“Are you nervous?”

Glancing at your manager standing in front of the promotional poster for this musical, Sun and Moon, you nodded. “More than I was to take my first Broadway stage.”

“Really?”

“Coming back from my vocal injury is a big deal. I’ve already been interviewed four times this week about it, remember,” you mentioned and Dot smiled.

“I’m sure you’ll remind them why you’re a formidable actress.”

“I just hope to make it to the end without making any noticeable vocal mistakes.”

You had made peace with yourself over the weeks of rehearsals that you couldn’t be perfect anymore. Your voice would lead the way, and you could only work with what it best offered you. Still, the interviews had made your nerves skyrocket, and you wrung your hands together in your lap as you stared back at your made-up complexion.

You would do well and that was all that mattered.

It wasn’t long into the first act that you completely relaxed into your role. Acting was now a second skin for you to slip into. You became one with your character and by the end of the performance, you had almost forgotten about the audience.

You were just having fun dancing, singing and acting on the big stage again.

The applause brought you back to reality, and as you lined up with your co-stars for the final curtain call, you felt yourself growing anxious again.

Was Kihyun really here?

Looking as best as you could past the flashing lights and up into the multiple rows of the full house, you searched the crowd for his familiar face. Your hopes dashed when you couldn’t find him anywhere, laughing a little at how much you had anticipated him being here for your first stage back.

After changing out of your final act’s outfit, you joined the rest of the cast out in the foyer to meet with those grateful of your performance tonight. You thanked several familiar patrons for their support and then turned when someone called your name, your eyes widening when you connected with the person.

He came. He was here.

Kihyun smiled brightly as he approached you, thrusting a large bouquet of flowers in your dazed direction. “Congratulations on your comeback, Y/N.”

Soul searching his expression, you shook your head; blinking even to make sure the doctor was still standing before you. Kihyun helped you out by shaking your stupor off. You let out a shaky breath. “You’re really here.”

“I told you I wouldn’t miss it. I mean, your recovery is down to my expertise. I had to see how my hard work paid off in person, didn’t I? You were exceptional.”

“Are you complimenting me or yourself right now?”

Kihyun chuckled. “There’s the Y/N I know well.”

“Do you really?” you shot back and Kihyun’s humour faded. “I don’t know if you know all about me yet.”

“How so-”

Your lips pressed to his quickly, your eyes snapping closed as you tried to shut out everyone else around you. This, this was why you had been searching for Kihyun all this time in your world. You hadn’t realised until seeing him again that your reconnection with him as his patient had led to a rise in feelings within you.

You knew now that back when he very first kissed you that you had liked him then as well.

When you pulled back, it was Kihyun’s turn to look stuck, his mouth still slightly ajar as he contemplated the impromptu kiss. Swallowing visibly and tucking his jaw back up, Kihyun cocked his head to the side. “Is that payback for me taking your first kiss without warning?”

“Maybe.”

“It’s not very professional of me to be locking lips with my patients, Y/N.”

“Ex-patient,” you corrected and Kihyun couldn’t hide his amused smile. You nodded with his previous comment, however. “You’re right. It’s not very professional of a musical actress to get involved with her ENT doctor either.”

“Ex-doctor,” he refuted, sharing a grin with you. “Right now, I’m off the clock so I’m not technically breaking any laws.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm,” he hummed, stepping closer to you and running his hand gently over the side of your neck. “Maybe you need more training.”

“I do?”

“Well, I haven’t heard just how well you can control those vocal cords of yours yet. I think maybe I should take you out for dinner and we’ll see if I can get a private performance later.”

“How bold of you to assume I wish to give you one,” you stated, though your heart was thudding in your chest with anticipation. “Haven’t I performed enough tonight for you?”

“Maybe you’ll get to hear what’s left of my falsetto too,” Kihyun enticed and you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder affectionately. He wrapped his arms around you as you smelt the flowers he had gifted you.

“You know, I have often wondered what you sound like now.”

“So I have your interest in another puzzle of mine?”

“I’m always interested in you, Doctor Yoo.”

“I thought we resolved this a long time ago,” he responded with a wicked smile, holding you close enough to kiss you again. “Call me Kihyun.”

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Demon (Boku No Hero) - Chapter 10

Warning: Swearing

We had some days to prepare for the U.A. Sports Festival. I passed my days most of the time training alone in U.A. training camps but some days I trained with Izuku on the beach but one day I woke up early with a message on my phone.

Angry Pomeranian:

Oi! Demon. Let’s train together.

Me:

Good morning to you too pomeranian.

Angry Pomeranian:

Whatever. Come to my house.

Me:

Okay bossy, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.

I get up out of bed and quickly dress up and start leaving the house. “Leaving to train again?” Dad asks me behind me in his skinny form while I put my shoes on. “Yup. Katsuki invited me to train with him today.” I say. “Young Bakugo huh?” He says teasing making me blush. “BYE DAD!” I scream and quickly get out of the house hearing him laugh.

I start walking towards Katsuki house, this time not getting lost. “I should have eaten before going.” I think hearing my belly, then I arrived at his house and ring the bell, waiting. “Yes? Oh! My future daughte- in-law! Come in!” Katsuki mom opens the door gesturing for me to ente,r and I enter blushing hard. “Hello, Mitsuki-san.” I say. “BRAT! YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!” Mitsuki yells making almost faint at the word girlfriend. “SHUT UP OLD HAG! I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” Katsuki yells back, and he comes downstairs already with a scowl on his face. “Took you long enough.” He says now in front of me. “Hi, Katsuki. It is good to see you too.” I say sarcastically and his mom laughs. “Let’s go.” He says and puts his shoes and backpack on. “Bye Mitsuki-san!” I say to his mom. “Bye honey! Take care of her brat.” Mitsuki says. “Whatever.” Katsuki says and we both leave his house and start walking to a big deserted yard. “Shit.” I think when I hear my belly again. “Didn’t you eat before coming?” Katsuki asks me. “No.” I say smiling nervous at him. “Stupid demon.” He says and takes is backpack off his back and takes something from it. “Here. Eat this.” He says giving me a granola bar. “Thanks! Who knew you could be soft?” I say starting to eat it. “Don’t think too much of it. I don’t want to defeat it you without a good cause.” He says not looking at me.

We arrived at the beautiful yard and Katsuki led us to a free space with many trees around us. “It will be a shame to destroy this beautiful scenery.” I say looking around. “Were not going to train with our Quirks today. We are going to train hand-to-hand combat.” He says putting his stuff down and starts stretching, and I follow him doing the same. Katsuki and I train for hours and hours both concentrated and thinking about the sports festival. Now were both on the ground exhausted, I lay on the ground in a star shape while Katsuki just sitting drinking water. “I can’t believe I couldn’t defeat you not even one time.” Katsuki says gasping. “I’m too good.” I say joking. “Tch.” He says and we stay quiet. “Well, I guess it is time to go.” I say getting up and stretch my arms. “Hm.” He only says but also gets up and starts getting his stuff.

We start walking. “I’ll take you home.” He says looking at me, and we start walking towards my house. “Thanks.” I say smiling at him making him look to the front quickly. “Are you ready for the sports festival?” I ask him. “Of course. I’m going to be number 1!” He says cocky making me laugh. “Of course you are.” I say laughing but suddenly he stops. “Oi. If we fight each other. You better give you’re everything.” He says very serious. “Like I’m letting an angry pomeranian beat me.” I say smirking, and he smirks back and nods in approved.

“Did you know your mother called me her future daughter-in-law?” I ask him teasing. “SHE WHAT?” Katsuki screams angry. “LIKE HELL I’M GOING TO MARRY YOU.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU WOULD BE LUCKY TO MARRY ME!” I scream at him angry.

Time passed quickly and the day of the sports festival came.

“You’re going to be amazing my daughter!” The memory of Dad crushing me in his All Might form came to my mind when I walk alone towards U.A. “I got this.” I think confident.

“Hello everyone!” I say entering the waiting room where almost everyone was. “Hello.” Some of them say back, and I walk towards Izuku and Ochaco. “Hey.” I say to them. “Hello Aka-chan! Are you ready for today?” She asks me smiling, but I could see the nervousness in her eyes. “Of course! I’m ready to beat angry pomeranian ass!” I say making her and everyone around laughs. “Tch.” Katsuki says rolling his eyes. “How are you Izu-kun?” I ask him putting my hands on his shoulders and I could almost feel his body trembling in nervousness. “I’m fine Aka-chan and you?” He asks me smiling. “I’m good. Don’t worry too much today okay.” I say to him. “You’re stronger than you think.” I whisper to him and smile encouraging him. “Thank you Aka-chan!” He whispers smiling back looking more confident, I nod and walk away to sit next to Katsuki. “You ready?” I ask him smirking. “Of course I am.” He says smirking back. “I wanted to wear my costume.” I hear Mina say. “Me too Mina!” I say fake crying making her fake cry with me since we had to wear the U.A. training uniform then Ojiro starts talking to her. “Like hell you would go with your costume.” I hear Katsuki mumbling angry. “And why not?” I ask him crossing my arms. “Because your boobs would distract everyone!” He says angry. “Are you talking more about yourself bro?” Kirishima asks making him angrier while Kirishima and I laugh.

“Everyone, are you ready?” Suddenly Lida enters the waiting room screaming as usual. “Here we go.” I say and Katsuki nods. “We will enter be entering soon!” Lida continues. “Midoriya.” I hear Shoto and I look at him seeing going towards Izuku and I see Katsuki also looking at them serious. “Todoroki-kun? What is it?” Izuku asks him and now everyone looks at them. “Looking at things objectively, I think I’m stronger than you.” Shoto says. “Really Shoto?” I think sweat nervous at my friend. “Huh? Y-yeah...” Izuku asks confused. “Poor Izu-kun.” I whisper and Kirishima nods agreeing with me. “But...All Might has his eyes on you, doesn’t he?” Shoto asks him and I look shocked to him. “Damn it Shoto, why are you so observer. How much do you know?” I think nervous and Izuku tries not to look at me very nervous. “I’m not trying to pry about that, but I’m going to beat you.” Shoto says. “We’re not here to play at being friends.” Shoto says to Kirishima who got up and talks towards them but what got me confused was the moment Shoto said that Katsuki and I looked at each other eyes at the same time.

We all start walking out of the tunnel, and then we hear screams all over the place. “I’m going to make you proud Dad.” I think. I look around the stadium seeing millions of people yelling, fireworks and of course Present Mic screaming louder than anyone. “Hero Course, Class 1-A, right?!” Present Mic screams and the public screams even more as we start walking towards the middle. “That’s many eyes on us.” I say and Izuku nods agreeing looking around nervous as always. “Keep calm Izu-kun!” I say to him but he just ignores me. “Th-Th-There are so many people.....” He stammers. “I tried.” I say sighing then we all stopped and Katsuki and Kirishima both stop beside me then we see the others classes also entering, and I see the purple guy dude. “He’s here.” I say to Katsuki, and he glares towards the dude. “All of U.A.’s first years are here now!” Present Mic screams.

“Time for the player pledge!” We hear, and I see the hero Midnight on a small stage in front of us. “Oh my god!” I say excited seeing one of my favorites heroes. “What is Midnight-sensei wearing?” Kirishima asks blushing, well everyone was also blushing. “That’s an R-Rated Hero for you.” Kaminari says. “I hope to be like her one day!” I say blushing, dreaming. “Like hell you will!” Katsuki says angry pushing me in the head and glaring at Kirishima and Kaminari for blushing even harder by imagining me while Mineta has blood running out of his nose. “Quiet everyone! Representing the students is Katsuki Bakugo from Class 1-A!” Midnight says. “Huh?” I say confused and then emotionless and with his hand in his pant pockets I see Katsuki calmly walking to the small stage. “This is going to be good.” I say and Kirishima laughs a little, there was pure silence when Katsuki stopped in front of the mic and I even gulp nervous. “I pledge that I’ll be number one.” He says. “I knew he’d do that!” Our class screams scared. “You little shit.” I think sighing and everyone starts boing at him and our class. “Why are you doing something so disgraceful?!” Lida asks him. “At least become a nice bouncy step for me to jump off of.” Katsuki answers him.

“Now, let’s get started right away, The first game is what you’d call a qualifier! Every year, many drink their tears here! Now, here is the fateful first game! This year, it’s...” Midnight says and I look at her anxious. “Obstacle race.” I say seeing what the first game is. “All 11 classes will participate in this race. The course will be outer circumference of this stadium, about four kilometers!” Midnight explains the first game. “I have a feeling this isn’t just running.” I think. “Our school’s selling point is freedom! As long as you stay on the course, it doesn’t matter what you do!” Midnight says making the crow go crazy. “Now, take your places everyone!” Midnight finishes and all classes go to the huge door on a tunnel that goes outside, some ready to start, some eager to start and some very nervous while I try not be squeeze by everyone who wants to be in the front. “I’m ready. Let’s do this. This is for you Dad.” I think seeing Dad in his skinny form smiling at me and showing me thumbs up.

“Start!” Midnight says and just like that the first game started and everyone starts running and suddenly everyone was stuck on the tunnel bodies squeezing bodies. “SHIT!” I scream feeling them pushing me. “Fuck this!” I scream, my red mist involves my body and I push everyone off me and with finally enough space I start levitating and kind of flying on top of everyone. “BYE SUCKERS!” I scream flying past Katsuki and Izuku. “YOU DAMN BITCH!” I hear Katsuki and I start laughing once I land and start running again. “Oh! The first one flying out of the tunnel is none other than Akuma Aka from Class 1-A!” I hear Present Mic scream. “Yes, that’s my daughter.” All Might thinks. I look behind just to see Shoto ice covering the outside wall and him running behind me with my classmates following him. “Take that! I’m coming for you, demon!” I hear Katsuki and I start running faster. Looking behind again only to see Mineta being thrown by a robot. “Oh my god! That was hilarious!” I yell laughing but quickly stop when I somehow dodge a robot that was coming towards me. “I need to concentrate now.” I think when I stopped in front of the huge robots while everyone else stops beside me. “Obstacles have shown up suddenly! Starting with the first barrier! Robo Inferno!” Present Mic screams. “I knew it! It wasn’t just running.” I think. “So you guys had to fight this in the general entrance exam? Dude that’s not fair you have advantage!” I say and some look at me judging and other angry then we start fighting them.

I use my teleportation and flying towards them and attack them with my hex bolts and also using my red mist to make them hit each other, so I quickly pass them and start running again to the next point only to be followed by Katsuki and Shoto. “Akuma Aka is still in the front! She’s your student right Mummy Man?” Present Mic says. “One of my best students.” I hear Aizawa-sensei. “Thanks Aizawa-sensei.” I think.

“Hey, hey! The first barrier’s a piece of cake? Then what about the second?” I hear Present Mic. “Oh come on, what is coming now?” I think complaining, and I look with the corners of my eyes, Katsuki and Shoto getting closer to me only for us three and then everyone to stop before falling down. “If you fall, you’re out! If you don’t wanna fall, then crawl! It’s The Fall!” Mic says kind of explaining the next obstacle. “Ha! Easy!” I say laughing only for Katsuki glare at me and Izuku look confused. I look at head of me to the other side and in seconds teleport at that place. “SEE YOU AT THE END!” I scream waving at my friends and classmates. “Aka-chan....” Izuku says shocked. “YOU STUPID BITCH!” Katsuki yells angry and starts passing the second obstacle. “Aka-chan is really making this look easy.” Ochaco says making the others agree with her. “Oh? Well! Looks Akuma Aka can still surprise us, she’s already on the other side!” Present Mic says. “Aka used her teleportation since the distance is good enough for her to do it. Smart.” Aizawa-sensei says. “Keep going my daughter, but it’s not you I’m worried about.” All Might thinks.

Next obstacle came quickly and Shoto arrives and stops next to me while I look around seeing a lot of posters saying Danger Mines. “I hope this is the last obstacle.” I say gasping starting to feel tired. “Me too.” Shoto says. “And now, we’ve quickly arrived at the final barrier! The reality here is....that it’s a minefield!” Present Mic says. “I don’t think I can levitate for a long time or teleport, I’m starting to feel tired.” I think trying to think what to do. “It’s set up so that you can tell where the mines are if you look carefully! So you have to exploit your eyes and legs!” Present Mic explains the obstacle. “So, if I levitate for a few minutes I can see where to step before going. Not a bad plan.” I think. “By the way, these landmines are for games, so they’re not that powerful, but they’re loud and flashy enough to make you wet your pants!” Present Mic says, and I laugh hard thinking that describes Katsuki very well.

Then I start levitating to see the path and start running only to levitate again to see the path again and so on, and I tried to do it as quickly as I can when I see Shoto approach me. “DEMON! I’m coming for you!” Katsuki screams. “Shit! Fuck this!” I say and start running to the finish line then suddenly a huge explosion happens and all I see is pink smoke. “Class A’s Midoriya is in hot pursuit with that blast!” Present Mic says and the next think I see is Izuku flying on top of me and start running. “Oh!” I think and start running after him. “Midoriya swiftly blocks those behind him! Would you believe it? He cleared the minefield in an instant!” Present Mic says. “Go Izu-kun!” I yell, even if I became in second, he deserves to win. “Eraser Head, your class is amazing!” Mic says. It was only Izuku, me, Katsuki and Shoto on the tunnel that enters inside the stadium. “Almost there.” I say running. “Right now, the first person back in the stadium is that man...Izuku Midoriya made a huge splash!” Present Mic says declaring Izuku the first place while I came seconds after him in second. “IZU-KUN! CONGRATULATIONS!” I say jumping hugging the broccoli boy who was crying. “AKA-CHAN!” He screams hugging me back while we both look at All Might who is smiling at us. “Hey Katsuki...you did well.” I say approaching the angry blonde. “Tch.” He says not looking at me and I start leaving sad. “You did well...demon.” I hear him say, and I leave this time smiling.

“The first game of the first-year stage is finally over. Now take a look at the results!” Midnight says and I look at the board. In first place was Izuku, then me in second, Shoto in third and Katsuki in fourth. “Damn, I thought Katsuki would be in third.” I think. “The top 42 made it through to the next round. It’s unfortunate, but don’t worry even if you didn’t make it! We’ve prepared other chances for you to shine.” Midnight says licking her lips. “The real competition begins next! The press cavalry’ll be all over it! Give it your all!” Midnight says and I smile excited.

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A little into you (Kim Junkyu x Reader)

Author’s note: Here’s the summary and sneak peek! I hope to write this well so uh, wish me luck! :’3

Summary: Passing by the YG Ent. Building and bumping into THE Kim Junkyu? What are the odds? But of course, this isn’t the typical love at first sight type of story. You only got to know him better when Hyunsuk wouldn’t stop dragging you along with the gang ever since the encounter you both had outside the building. (Or maybe several encounters, no?) Not to mention, spending time with them eventually lead to you developing feelings for a certain pouting and adorable koala. Will you be able to keep your feelings to yourself? Will it ever not be awkward around Junkyu alone? Read on and find out!

Word count for Sneak Peek: 690 words

Fic title: A Little into You (Kim Junkyu x reader)(other treasure members will be included in the fic as well <3)

Sneak Peek:

“No. No no no Hyunsuk. You are not doing this to me. I barely know you, and here you are threatening to expose one of my humiliating moments!”, you chimed at him, feeling slightly annoyed at the same time.

“Come on y/n. Just join us for lunch. I promise it would only be for a short time.”

“No! I told you that I have a lunch date with someone else.”

“Yeah, you didn’t tell me that earlier. Who’s it with? Your imaginary friend?”

You let out a loud gasp. “How dare you call my friend imaginary! He’s real I tell you!”

“Oh yeah? What’s his name?” Hyunsuk smirked at you, as if knowing you were bluffing at him.

You blinked a couple of times. Shit. Now why didn’t I think of a name beforehand??

Hyunsuk’s smirk grew when he saw you speechless. Yet, he still waited for an answer from you.

“W-well. His name is Kim Satori. Yeah! Kim Satori.” You huffed.

“Okay. I believe you, even though I find it fairly coincidental that we’re standing opposite a convenience store.”

You frowned. He couldn’t have guessed it…could he?

“…almost like how Kim Satori sounds like the convenience store owned by Owner Kim- the store right in front of us now.”

Damn it. He caught you lying- again. “Alright fine! You caught me. I was…lying.”

“What’s so bad about having lunch with us y/n? It’s only for an hour, an hour and a half tops.”

“Look, I…I’m just…embarrassed okay? I’ve never eaten with a group of guys before. Besides, what’s your deal with me having to eat with you all the time??”

Hyunsuk smiled his cute smile. He moved closer and put an arm around your shoulder. “I mean, I could choose not to have lunch with you. And then maybe let them know that I made a friend by saving her from getting p-“

“Okay! I get it!”, you interrupted, not letting him finish his sentence. You glanced around just in case anyone was around. Close call. Phew. Nobody’s around.

You rolled your eyes at him when he started laughing at your reaction to him almost spitting out the embarrassing incident that happened a week ago- which lead to you meeting him.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”, a voice appeared behind the both of you.

Both you and Hyunsuk turned around to see Jihoon, looking tired. Probably tired of today’s practice you thought.

“Jihoon! Look, my friend here wanted to join us for lunch!” Hyunsuk announced cheerfully at his taller friend. His arm was still around you.

“Oh?” Jihoon’s eyes slightly widened. “That sounds nice! Hyunsuk-ah, maybe you can introduce her to the rest too!”

“I…uh…” you opened your mouth to speak. “Wait, you know me?” You asked feeling confused. You’ve only officially met Hyunsuk so there was no way Jihoon knew who you were. UNLESS. You whipped your head to look at Hyunsuk. “Oh my god! You told him?!”

Hyunsuk moved further from you, raising his hands in defense. “Hey look, Jihoon and I barely keep stuff from each other.”

“Yeah but you told him about it? That was P and C Hyunsuk!”

Jihoon grabbed a hold of your shoulders and tried to calm you down before you end up really attacking Hyunsuk. “Now, now, y/n. Wait, it’s y/n right? Ah, right. It’s okay, this secret stays between us okay?”

“Ugh fine.” You wriggled out of his hold. “Since you clearly exposed me already, I don’t think I need to have lunch with you guys then.”

“Oh come on y/n,” Hyunsuk whined.

You shook your head, clearly stating that you didn’t want to, and quickly turned your heel to walk away, when suddenly you bumped into something hard. “Ow!” You placed your hand on your face to see if it’s still intact.

“Ah, I- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

You lift your head up to see who it was you had bumped into and suddenly you felt your breath hitched at your throat. It seemed that you had bumped your head against Junkyu’s chest when you were in a rush to leave the place.

Author’s note: That’s all for now! Hope you guys liked the sneak peek! Just a heads up, the fic will be starting off with a different introduction so this sneak peek was supposedly written for a different chapter of the fic :3 Don’t worry, I’ll keep you guys updated on my twitter too! <3

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reeesea · 4 years

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Something Sweet: Part Four

~sweeter smiles~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: minsung, jisung/minho

warning: mild language

words: 3.8k ish

summary: another week passes, and our boys still whipped? yeah. The boys get kicked out their apartment and go check out some busking, meeting up with some familiar faces.

a/n: Oof school kicked my ass and made it hard to post, anyway... here’s chapter 4

Text: Minho/Jisung

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After spending the majority of the last week curtains drawn, and grinding away on music in their apartment, it seemed that their manager had had enough of their vampiric like tendencies. She had effectively locked them out of their apartment until they promised to spend the day away from their respective producing/writing stations. Although Sana was a new addition to the trio's life, she had already solidified herself as not just a capable manager but a generally sweet and caring soul.

She made fast friends with Chan, bonding over their similar experiences coming to Korea as foreigners. Changbin had met her when he started at JJP and was glad that she was chosen to manage their group. And so Sana, after maybe too many incidents in the dark tripping over a blanket-wrapped Jisung, would regularly end up checking on more than just how they were doing musically with her visits. Her concern and worry for them as her new friends bleed into their everyday interactions. Whether it was bringing them take out after they had forgotten to eat, waking up Jisung from the floor to go to bed, or just asking how their days were, she always made the boys feel cared for. After years of only relying on each other, they all found it surprising but comforting to have her around.

So as the boys had been lovingly forbidden from working by their manager, they found themselves walking down the popular music-filled streets for busking and tourists.

“Wait what time did you say he was performing?”

“Innie said after one so we should still make it before he starts his set.” Changbin was leading them through the crowds, which was probably not ideal as the inches Bin lacked he made up in speed. Making 2racha’s life slightly harder as they attempted to not lose the shorter boy in the more crowded areas of the walkway. Passing countless acts and performers displaying their talents, reminiscent of how the rap trio had started out when they were still just high school students.

“I didn't think your brother would still be busking after highschool.” Chan mused from the back of the pack.

“I mean he got scouted from busking, so I guess it all paid off in the end.” Changbin mentioned the fact casually, but the proud ‘older brother’ smile on his face revealed his actual excitement. The three were poorly navigating the busy streets to support Changbin’s younger brother who had just been signed with an entertainment company and was on his way to enter their trainee program.

“Nah I get it, there's a different kind of energy performing in this setting. Sometimes I really do be missing busking every weekend.” Jisung had always been the one to only do what made him feel alive, and his first time busking in front of a crowd had him addicted to the feeling. It had given him something to look forward to in high school. And even now, years later he still anticipated the high that the applause from a crowd gives him.

“Oh, we should buy Jeongin a meal to congratulate him. I imagine he'll be training day and night soon.”

By the time they had made it to the area where Jeongin was set up he was already performing a popular ballad for a small crowd. Emotion flowing through the youngest’s voice as it surrounded all that listened. It wasn't a surprise that his passionate voice had been sought after by companies. The boy’s voice, light and dynamic, pulling the attention of all that were within earshot. And by the time the last note was released the three boys clapped and cheered as much as they could without completely making a fool of themselves.

Although 3RACHA weren’t exactly well known personalities to most of the public, the boys had found themselves getting recognized more and more, especially after their last concert. Their following had definitely expanded and those in the area had begun recognizing the rappers on the rare occasions they left their loft.

But even with their masks and hats on to somewhat hide their identities, the young singer still smiled with recognition and slight embarrassment at boys enthusiastic cheers.

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Minho thinks that overall his week was pretty unextraordinary. Not much had changed, still working his same job, still spending his mornings practicing for their crew’s upcoming performances. Nothing felt specifically special in the way he performed and worked on the routines for their busking performance that weekend. Just following the choreographies he needs to. Going through the motions. This week seemingly identical to the last.

Almost identical. Minho couldn’t overlook how the addition of Han Jisung had improved his daily mood. Even with their respective busy schedules, the banter they were able to exchange lifted the weight of monotony on Minho’s heart. Jisung loved to tell him jokes and stories, in addition to their casual flirty conversations. The lightness of their conversations and the smile that was always lingering on Minho’s face was evidence enough that his encounters with the other had become the highlight of his day.

Even during practice, his roommates had begun to find the older more energetic and enthusiastic. Although the choreo they had been practicing had been the same for the past month, Minho’s movements had become even more fluid and dynamic, as if he was walking on air.

To Minho, dancing always felt like what he was meant to do. He couldn’t imagine living a life standing still or sitting at a desk job. Dancing was as natural as breathing, so natural that he often forgets to tell people that he dances. To him it was just assumed. He was human; he breathed. He was human, so he danced. Obvious right? But with his natural association he had with dance, and his desire to contain the complicated history he had with his dreams, Minho was not one to share his passions easily.

The Saturday morning had begun with the three dancers packed in their bathroom, all attempting to get ready in the closet size space they called a bathroom. Getting ready for their performances in the crowded bathroom had become a dance within itself for the boys, as they position themselves in front of the mirror so each has enough space to carry out their routines. Trading makeup brushes and hair dryers and hairspray cans in a way that, according to Felix, could win them Olympic medals.

“Hyung, will you pass me the hair spray?”

Minho obliged, handing the can to cross-eyed Felix that had been attempting to tame his bangs for the last 15 minutes.

“Damn, do you think there’ll be company scouts out today?” Hyunjin mused while trying to not smudge his eyeliner from his spot on the toilet seat.

“It's always a possibility, there'll be a lot of acts out today, so there is probably going to be some floating around.” Minho knew there were always some scouts in the audiences on busking days, but maybe the years of seemingly no company interest had numbed him to that fact. If anything, he was hoping to pick up a few bucks from the audience, and give their crew some more exposure.

“I guess it is a weekend, the crowds are always bigger these days. Lixie did you send in your tape for Shipstar Ent. that you were working on?”

“Yeah, I’m going to wait for their response before working on the JJP one”

“Those are small companies Lix, you got a strategy you aren’t sharing with us??” Minho nudged his elbow in his ribs, eliciting a giggle from the younger.

“Nothing special hyung, I just thought smaller companies might have smaller audition pools, more chance of landing a spot.” Even though the freckled boy had come to Korea for university, he was hoping to extend his stay as long as he could by landing a career as a dancer.

“You’ve always been the better strategist out of us. Minho-hyung usually only sends in like one tape a year.”

“There’s only one program I actually want to join anyway. But lately money is money, and I may just need to find a gig to pay our water bill.” Minho's smile reaches his eyes, but a part of his heart drops at the mention of his consistent re-submitted audition tapes.

“Are you going to send another tape for the academy this year, hyung? You got to the second round last time.”

Hyunjin asked an innocent question really, but Minho can't help but feel the wave of disappointment all over again. The first round of auditions was always a taped routine sent in by all the applicants, the second was an in person performance. A performance that last year, despite what he thought was a perfect execution of his chosen routine, had been met with a ‘Thank you, but-’ letter a week later.

“It’s a tradition at this point, and who am I to break a tradition.” The sarcasm drips from the statement fueled by Minho's bitterness toward his broken dream. But as always, as if just on queue with Minho’s declining mood, a series of notifications from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts.

[Rich Boy Han Jisung] 11:47 am Hyung guess what SANA LOCKED US OUT And Now were gonna end up getting lost Changbin is leading us somewhere :< His navigation skills are horrible If you dont hear from me, I was led to an untimely death by Seo Changbin Dont cry too much at my funeral :((

Oh no I'll remember you fondly And all the dates we never got to go on

najsdkkgfnadds Hold up you actually want to go on a date …... I will survive for you

Wait then I can't live that grieving widow aesthetic how am i supposed to grieve my not dead not husband now

we'll work something out but I get to take u on that date first not-husband >:)

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The members of 3RACHA had listened to the rest of Changbin’s brother’s set. The young boy’s audience had grown to include highschool girls fawning over the boys adorable features and melodic voice. As well as older and middle aged women and men that were drawn to the nostalgic tambour of his voice as Jeongin performed trot and other crowd pleasing ballads. His youthful glow and image contrasting the maturity of his sound. After applause and ending statements, much of the crowd had dispersed to other surrounding acts. 3RACHA focused on congratulating and helping the younger tear down.

“You did great as always Innie” Chan awarded him with a pat on the back. Jisung echoed the sentiment with his busy rambling about how emotional the last performance felt.

“Thanks hyungs, I’m glad you were able to make it.”

“Of course! We wouldn't miss it”

“Yeah, it absolutely has nothing to do with our manager locking us out of our apartment.” Jisung earned himself a punch in the shoulder with that one. Jeongin laughed just the same, and looked grateful to have some familiar faces in the crowd.

“Don’t mind the idiot, we’ll always be here for you. If anyone tries to mess with you in training just tell them your older brother will beat them up.”

“But Hyung, you're shorter than me.”

“Doesn’t mean I won't bust some kneecaps for my baby bro though,” said Changbin, brushing off the obvious jab at his height.

“Yeah! No one’s touching our baby bread.” Chan looped his arm over Jeongin's shoulders, hand going for the boy's cheeks only to be swatted away.

“3RACHA aka the Kneecap Destroyers,ROLL OUT!!!” Jisung struck a couple vague superhero poses while making a swinging motion that was probably meant to symbolize some sort of lower leg destruction.

“Jisung, were not the Transformers please.” Still the smile on Jeongin’s face was worth any of the embarrassment Jisung could’ve felt from his shenanigans. -- A cheer erupted nearby from a large crowd that seemed to have just gathered. Loud upbeat music filled the air and the confident melody of a popular song began. The four boys, overcome with mutual curiosity, made their way to the edge of the crowd. A dance crew populated the middle of the crowd. Confident charisma and perfectly timed movements flowed from each of the dancers, as they pulled off a complicated and synchronized routine. Full of hip thrusts and body rolls, the cheers from the crowd solidified how each of the dancers grasped the attention of on-lookers without warrant.

The whole audience was entranced by the crew of a dozen dancers taking over the street. All of the dancers dressed in variations of a black and white ‘uniform’ full of leather, silk and lace, pulling off a look that was elegant, sexy, and powerful. Dressed to accentuate their body movements and draw in the attention of bypassers.

It was mid-song when Jisung was surprised to spot the familiar brown hair and sharp eyes of his current favorite waiter of Menu 98. Minho being a dancer had never crossed his mind as a possibility, but now that he has seen the older dance, Jisung couldn’t imagine anything more natural. Minho seemed to dance purely with charisma. The goofy and cute side of Minho that he had occasionally witnessed over text, seemed to be non-existent as the man in front of him performed to the crowd with raw charm and confidence.

Minho caught Jisung’s blatant stare, and a flash of recognition and something else appeared on his face, before a smirk overcame his features as he sent a wink the younger’s way. The confidence of the older overwhelming Jisung’s system as usual. Sure, they had been ceaselessly flirting over text for the past week, but as soon as he had to witness Minho’s confidence in person, there was no screen to hide the fact that Jisung was a blushing mess. As the heat of embarrassment rose up his neck, he continued to watch as the dancers ended their routine in a formation that elicited a loud cheer from the audience.

“Wow these guys are really good”

“Have they performed before?”

“Did you see the guy in the middle his shirts practically see through”

“Damn do you think he’d give me his number if I asked”

The voices from the crowd surrounded Jisung but his eyes were locked on his newly discovered dancer, Minho.

“Hey Ji, see something you like?” Changbin’s teasing was left unanswered as he followed Jisung’s gaze.

“Hey hyung, do you know that guy?”

“Yeah, He kinda looks familiar.” Jisung guessed he was familiar. Considering that, even though Chan and Changbin hadn’t recognized him as their waiter, the dancer in front of them had been the subject of his attention for the past week or so. Seeing him in person was nothing short of breathtaking. Being a little dramatic, as he often is, Jisung found him almost speechless. His breath only continued to fail him as Minho made his way over to Jisung and their small group.

“Hey Sungie, long time no see.” a shameless smirk spread across his face. Minho seemed to know exactly how he affected the younger.

Before Jisung could think of a more eloquent greeting he found himself blurting out the first thought that had crossed his mind, “I didn’t know you were- that you did- the- uh dancing.”

Minho laughed freely at the wide eyed expression that Jisung wore. Soft and cute and full of the same awe as a kid seeing his favorite TV character I person for the first time. “Seems I forgot to mention that in our introductions, Not gonna lie I didn’t think you would see me dance already...”

An expression Jisung couldn’t quite read fell over Minho’s face, along with the red tint of embarrassment. “Nononono, don’t worry really. I never asked! But I mean you looke- i mean were amazing, at dancing. Really you’re seriously talented. I can't believe you’ve never mentioned it before.”

The red on Minho’s ears grew to his face. “Oh, I’m sure you say that to all your drunken accidents.” Smirk returns in an attempt by Minho to regain his smug attitude.

“You weren't an accident! I was completely sober at the bar when I told you to hit me up.”

“I’m sorry Jisung what?” Chan seemed to be tired of trying to deduce who exactly the other was.

“Oh right, this is Minho-Hyung, he was the waiter I TIPSY-ily gave my number to that one time. But we both completely forgot about it, and then by some string for fate bullshit I ran into him before last week’s gig and the rest is history!” Some degree of understanding flashes across the other two rappers' faces, while the youngest is just listening intently to Jisung’s entertaining shenanigans.

“Mhm, ‘Ran into’, definitely not saw-and-followed,” said Minho, getting more smug by the minute.

Taking the obvious opportunity to tease the youngest Changbin’s eyes held a mischievous glint. “Hold on a second, is this who you’ve been texting non-stop all week. No wonder you’ve been so happy.”

“Hyung!”

“Yeah, your usual chaotic gay energies have been replaced with giggly soft Jisung, and its honestly been worrying me, but I mean the ballad came out really good so can’t complain” Chan added. The smug faces of the older two, only grew as Jisung groaned loudly, flailing his arms to hopefully silence them. Minho’s grin just met his eyes as he chuckled.

“Glad to hear that I’m inspiring you Sungie. Also, It’s nice to finally meet you, Chan and Changbin-ssi I’m guessing?” Minho bows slightly to them as they all exchange pleasantries. Jeongin adds on, introducing himself as Changbin's brother. Minho seems to recognize him, and is about to praise his earlier performance when a yell erupts nearby.

“Minho-hyung!!! There you are, Lixie was looking for you. Looks like I beat him though.” Realizing he seemed to have interrupted something, Hyunjin bowed to the others shyly. Introducing himself to the others until his eyes laid on Jisung. “Wait, hyung! Isn’t he the cutie you’ve been talking to all week! Jisung-ah~ you remember me rightttt?”

Minho’s face deadpans at record speeds. “Yes Jinnie thank you. Shouldn't you be looking for Felix”

“Nope I’m right here.” Felix, seeming out of nowhere, emerges right behind his eldest roommate. “Hi everyone, I’m Felix.” Freckles out, smile bright, cute little wave, the classic Felix introduction that makes everyone fall for him. No one can resist the boy’s eye-smile-and-freckled-cheek combo.

“Felix!” Hyunjin wrapped himself around his roommate, pointed animatedly to introduce the others, even though he himself had just learned of their names seconds ago. “Hehe, and that’s Jisung! He’s the one who came into Sweet Lotus asking for Min-hyung’s number.”

“Sweet Lotus, huh?” Chan’s eyebrows rose at the name of the notorious bar, glacing at Jisung for an explanation.

“Hyung, what’s that?” Jeongin whispers quietly to his brother, only to be immediately answered by Hyunjin.

“Oh! It’s the host bar/club not too far from here. Nothing special, a normal bar really, just with prettier bartenders and some nice company if you can afford it.” Hyunjin threw a wink at the youngest, earning a glare from his brother.

“Jinnie’s a bartender, can you tell,” Felix giggles along with the others' antics.

"Hehehe. I’m sure you all would love it.” Hyunjin directed his attention to Jisung, “Hey, you should bring your friends next time Jisung-ah. I'd love to be able to have served all the members of 3RACHA. Ya know when you’re famous, I’ll have a story to tell the tourists.” Leaning in to ‘whisper’, “If you do, I'll let you know when Minho-hyung is working~” Jisung went full red at that comment. Hyunjin smirked so hard it looked like it would hurt.

“Jin, you have no shame.” Minho, after glaring at his roommate, turned toward Jisung and the other members of 3RACHA. “I’d apologize that this is how you had to be introduced to my roommates, but they’re like this all the time. Anyway, as he was saying, you guys are always welcomed to the bar, and it's really not as promiscuous as Hyunjin over here is insinuating. He enjoys being a tad over-dramatic.” His eye roll obvious.

Chan laughs, “No worries, Minho-ssi we’re honored by the invitation, truly. And It's nice to finally meet you properly-"

"Or at all. If we hadn't run into you, we probably would never be introduced. You've been Jisung's best kept secret. He's always hiding away his phone whenever we ask him what he's doing. All we hear is him giggling in his little corner and- "

"Okay!! Would you look at the TIME. It appears that 'Embarrass Jisung Time' has officially passed, and we should be on our way." About ready to turn away and hide his face further into his hoodie, Jisung's eyes catch Minho’s. He finds it is hard for him to believe the face on the other side of their conversations could actually be more beautiful than he remembered. Jisung knew that if they had been talking face to face and not over text, he would've had a pretty hard time forming sentences with the way Minho's soft but intense gaze was directed at him.

“Well it was good to see you again, even if it wasn’t planned.” A full blinding smile interrupts the gaze Minho held with Jisung.

“Yeah, likewise. It was nice getting to meet your roommates too.”The sweet gaze between the two is anything but subtle, but if any of their respective friends noticed the shift in atmosphere, it went unacknowledged.

“I’ll text you later okay?”

“Ye-yeah, okay”

They exchange ‘goodbyes’ and Minho attempts to wrangle his roommates away from the others, before they find more ways to embarrass him.

Out of earshot, “Holy shit, Minho-hyung we just met 3RACHA. I’m losing my mind. I hope they think we’re cool. Wait did they see our performance then? Oh my god. They definitely saw our performance.” An embarrassed look flashed across his face.

“Lix chill, your performance was perfect as always. Just try and not embarrass me so much next time”

“Aw hyungie~ did we embarrass you in front of your crush.”

“Hold up NEXT TIME?” ---

“...Well how about we’ll pretend that your heart eyes weren’t painfully obvious, and you pay for chicken?” Jeongin purposes cheekily.

“...mhm deal.” Clearly still in some state of shock still, Chan starts to lead Jisung and the rest of the group toward the nearest restaurant.

“Bro, you're so gone already.” Changbin shakes his head but holds a fond smile for the other. It had been awhile since their youngest trio member had smiled so much, and in turn had been equally inspired. Both of his hyungs had noticed the uptick of Jisung’s productivity, and, if anything, were glad to finally have met the reason for his smile.

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one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

#stray kids fic #stray kids #kpop fanfic #minsung #leeknow #lee minho #skz #skz fic #han jisung #skz han #skz leeknow #idk thx

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deadmomjokes · 4 years

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The hubs is a big ol nerd and was looking for books that had accurate portrayals of medieval european war tactics and battles, But With Magic just to see how that would fit in. Anyhoo, he got recommended this one series called the Traitor Son Cycle (why’s everything a “cycle” nowadays???). First book is called “The Red Knight,” and we’re reading it together. It’s Wild.

We’re about a 1/4 of the way in, maybe, and here’s my thoughts so far.

Good:

MC is a magic boi only we’re not explicitly told that and it’s kind of mysterious at this point, so as a reader you’re left wondering what is going on and itching to find out what his Deal is

Similarly, he is literally always referred to as “the captain,” or “the red knight,” not by any name, and I’m fairly certain he’s an illegitimate royal son? Idk, yet another mystery!

There’s lots of intrigue, and it hops around to different POV characters every so often which leaves you wondering how all the story lines are going to meet up. Basically a very mentally engaging way of writing and presenting both characters and plot.

Interesting take on an alternate medieval europe, complete with Catholic Church but also Magic, so that’s complicated and delightfully fascinating

Absolutely an accurate portrayal of medieval european Stuff, to the point that we’re looking up words and terms every few pages. Drovers, mercers, men-at-arms, lances as a weapon vs lances as a unit, squires vs pages vs valets, surcoats, aventails, gambeson... You gonna learn today, son, ain’t no two ways about it.

The writing is really crisp and vivid, and the author does an outstanding job of characterizing individuals in just a few words, getting across exactly how and who they are without taking paragraphs to describe them. It’s quite delightful, witty, and generally lovely.

Bad:

Everyone is Way Too Horny all the time, and it makes this raging asexual both deeply confused and deeply uncomfortable. Like bros? Chill. Please. I’m begging you. Stop talking about sex. Stop thinking about sex. Stop. Please please please please please. The only saving grace is that, thus far (fingers crossed for a continuation), the sexy scenes aren’t explicit.

Very vulgar language, ft. outrageous amounts of Shocking Blasphemy. My husband has it in ebook format and has a profanity filter on so that we can read out loud without our tiny toddler hearing naughty words, but holy cow, the filter is really working overtime. Unfortunately it does nothing to censor the insane levels of swearing by rude references to religious figures, so if blasphemy bothers you, yikers.

Pretty sure this is going to be a long-haul series, which I guess could go under both “good” and “bad” here. I do not see the over-arching plot resolving by the end of this book, so if you’re like me and go full Completionist Mode once you get even mildly interested in a story or character, you’re probably going in for all 5 (I think it’s 5?) books. Which could be a good thing, but at this point I’m slapping it under the negatives because that’s a major investment.

Low-key (and sometimes high-key) misogyny from the characters. We see the regrettably few ladies in the story through the slanted lens of our POV/title character, so it’s kind of in-character, but it’s still annoying. We’re led to understand that he’s a flawed and Not Very Nice person, so we can assume that his views on the ladies are part of that and that the author doesn’t really feel that way, but we don’t as yet have evidence of that. Needs more ladies, and I need more time to tell what’s the characters perspective and what’s the author being That Dude.

So yeah. This is wild so far. Also there’s dragon bird men and a semi-sentient bear? And an evil ent? Idk, this is just absolutely bananas and I’m decently Here For It.

#reading #books #fantasy #the red knight #traitor son

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nikkzwrites · 4 years

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Bio says requests are open so could you do something with Captain Jon Archer from ENT? Maybe reader’s pregnant with his baby and since the universe loves to torment main characters, it comes during something important? Thank you!!

This was AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I know it is out of order of my request list but I got hit with inspiration for this one so nothing could stop me from writing this. I hope you like it!

Prompt: Badly Timed Pregnancy and Announcement

Pairing: Captain Jonathan Archer x Reader

Word Count: 719

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You couldn’t believe how long you had been pregnant with still no word from Jon. You knew the citizen channels took a long time, but 9 months?! You had sent a message as soon as you found out. Now you were due and staying with his mother Sally Archer.

A young man’s fingers traced the walls of the Enterprise. He was in awe. He heard a familiar voice and his head perked up. He turned to see Trip Tucker. He smiled and ran over to him, “Hey Trip!”

Trip’s eyebrows furrowed, “Oh, do I know you?”

The young man blinked. Realization washed over him. He nodded, “My name is Archie. I am looking for Captain Archer. I have an important message for him.”

You felt pain. Your eyes widened and you called for Sally. She rushed over to you. You panted through it as Sally comforted you. You had started going into labor. From what your mother in law explained, it was going to be a few hours or even days before the two of you had to worry about getting you to a hospital.

Sally smiled and calmed you. “I’ll go run a bath for you,” she explained, helping you up, “We can listen to some music and take your mind off of this.” You didn’t have the heart to tell her your mind was only on her son.

When Archie found the Captain, his heart raced. He ran over to him with a beaming smile before realizing what he needed to do.

Jonathan shook his head a bit, “Is there anything the matter Ensign…”

“Archie,” He explained, “And yes! We need to get back to Earth. Your child is due to being born today.”

The Captain’s eyes furrowed. There was something very familiar about the young man and he couldn’t place why. Something deep inside of him wanted to trust him. He shook his head in disbelief and asked, “How do you know this?”

Archie’s eyes widened. “I...uh…” He had to come up with something fast. “My dad the Admiral told me,” Archie explained.

The man nodded, “Well, I guess we can start to head towards home and see if your information is true. Hoshi.”

“Yessir,” the young woman asked.

“See if you can find anything to collaborate with Mr. Archie’s story.”

“Yes sir,” She nodded and went back to her work.

It was about an hour before the transmission made its way to Hoshi. She nodded towards her captain. “It seems Ensign Archie was correct. Your partner sent you a message about nine months ago confirming they were pregnant.”

You screamed as more pain hit you. The contractions were coming closer and closer together now. Sally ran to you. She told you she thought it was time to go to the hospital. She helped you walk to her car. The experienced mother had everything already knowing that it might be a rush and that her son may not have been home to help the two of you.

Jonathan Archer sat in the pod ging towards Earth. He looked towards Archie and said, “Thank you for letting me know. I… I could have missed a very important moment.”

Archie smiled, “It’s no problem.”

The man laughed, “Now to only know if I will be half as great of a dad as mine was.”

“Well,” Archie said, “I never met your dad, but I can say you are going to be an amazing father.”

You cried holding Sally’s hand. You did the breathing they taught you. As much as you knew this was going to happen, you felt your hopes dashed that Jon was going to be there for you. You didn’t know what was making you cry at that moment. The pain of childbirth or the pain of him not being here with you.

Archie and Archer jogged into the hospital and got down the hall from your room. Archie paused and said, “This is probably where I should leave you, Sir.” He chuckled, “See you later Admiral.”

Archer looked at the young man questioningly. “Admiral,” he whispered to himself as he walked into the hospital room.

Your eyes sparkled as you saw Jon walk into the room. You gently bounced the rocking baby boy in your arms, “Archie, look who made it to see you.”

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