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theehoneeybee · 6 months

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Talking in Your Sleep. Chapter 3.

Talking in Your Sleep - Monkey Gone to Heaven

Children went missing at Freddy's in the 80's, forever tainting its reputation.

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

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Children screamed and ran through the pizzeria, high off of cheap sugary candy and excitement. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place had become the go-to place for children's birthday parties and cheap pizza. Food, arcade games, prizes, and of course, the animatronics: it was a kid's dream. Everyone had their favourite member of the Faz-gang. There was Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken and Foxy the Pirate. On special occasions, another character would come out. A golden bunny. He was different from the other characters. He was controlled by a person. Someone inside the suit would walk around and entertain the kids when the main gang weren't on. He gave you the creeps. There was just something off about him that you couldn't describe. One of the employees had told you that the bunny was from a different location, and was meant to be part of a duo with a golden bear. You didn't really care for the other animatronics but you tried to stay away from the golden rabbit.

Tucked away in the corner of the main room, you sat at an abandoned table and drew away. Freddy's was your unwanted second home. Your parents worked. A lot. There was little time for them to look after you, and though they could afford to pay a babysitter, they chose to dump you at the pizzeria. Weekends and school holidays, you were there from open to close. More often that not, they forgot to pick you up too, too invested in their work to care about their own child. You couldn't escape the neglect at home, you parents would leave you to your own devices, continuing to work from home. It had taught you to become independent. You knew how to cook, clean and take care of yourself. It wasn't like you had any other choice.

You stared down at the page. The cheap waxy crayons Freddy's provided strewn across the table. Drawing had become your escape. As soon as the colours hit the page, everything else melted away. The sounds of screaming kids, pinball machines and singing animatronics became background noise. It helped you pass the time. Being at Freddy's from 9am to 9pm multiple days a week gets boring quickly. You had managed to get the high score on every arcade game, collected almost every prize available at the counter and tried every pizza flavour. You just wanted to go home.

At least the staff were lovely. Everybody knew you by name, always stopping by to make sure you were doing okay. They sometimes snuck you free ice cream too. You couldn't complain bout that. Seeing you here by yourself so often made them feel horrible. Many of the parents would stare and whisper. What kind of parent leaves there child here? You tried your best to ignore them. On days when your parents would forget to pick you up, someone would stay well past their shift to make sure you get picked up safely, letting you wait inside to avoid the cold weather.

"It's showtime, boys and girls!" a loud voice boomer over the intercom. "Come join Freddy and the gang for their latest song!"

Immediately, a tsunami of children flooded towards the show stage, jumping up and down excitedly as they waited for their favourite animatronics to appear. You didn't look up from your drawing. Colourful strobe lights painted the room as the rhythm of a pop sing started to play, the animatronics mechanically lip-syncing along. The chair across from you was pulled back and you heard the thud of someone sitting down. You peered up slightly from your drawing. Across from you was a girl about your age. Her long, golden blonde hair tied up in cute pig tails, adorned with colourful ribbons. She started at you, bright blue eyes filled with curiosity.

"Do you always sit by yourself?" she asked, you gave her a slow now, not putting down the crayons. The girl shuffled her chair over so she was next to you. "Woah!" she gasped, staring at your drawing. "You're really good!"

You shyly smiled, "Thank you."

"I'm Susan, but everyone calls me Suzie." Suzie offered her hand out for a handshake. After a moment of hesitation, you took it and introduced yourself.

You and Suzie quickly became friends. She came in every Saturday with her family for lunch. You learnt her favourite animatronic was Chica. She would carry around a plush of Carl the Cupcake and wore a shirt that said 'Let's Eat!'. The two of you would draw east pizza and draw together, sticking up your artworks on the wall which were adorned with hundreds of other drawings. Suzie would always insist yours were the best. She made your time at the pizzeria more bearable. You actually looked forward to Saturdays were you would get to see her. Her family was sympathetic towards your situation. In a way, you were jealous of them. All you wanted was a normal family. Parents who actually wanted to spend time with you. They always offered you a ride home, but you couldn't accept. 'My parents will be here soon,' you'd always insist. They were reluctant to leave you, but there was always and employee who's wait and keep you safe. You didn't want to burden them.

One Saturday, Suzie wanted to go watch the show. Chica was going to be performing a Cyndi Lauper song, two of Suzie's favourite things. You decided you would keep drawing then once the show was done, you'd go play arcade games together. The show ended, but Suzie didn't come back. You waited for a few minutes, she had probably just gone to the bathroom. But after fifteen minutes had gone by and Suzie hadn't returned, you started to get worried. Packing up your crayons, you began your search of the pizzeria. You went through every room twice, even checking the bathrooms. Nervously, you decided to approach her parents.

"Hi sweetheart," Suzie's mum greeted you, a kind smile painted on her lips. When she saw the worried look on your face, her face fell to one of concern. "What's wrong?"

"I can't find Suzie."

The next few weeks at the pizzeria were quiet. Cops came and went, searching the pizzeria top to bottom to see if they couldn't find clues to Suzie's disappearance. Her face was plastered all over the news: Young girl goes missing at local pizzeria. Slowly, the investigation slowed as nothing was being uncovered. You didn't want to go back to Freddy's. Your parents would drop you off, kicking and screaming until you had finally had enough. They dropped parents not to take you there. You plea fell on deaf ears.

You stood up, dusting dirt off of your jeans to begin the journey home. You turned around, taking one last look at the sign, Freddy waving with a big grin, illuminated by cheap neon lights. The walk home was long. You kicked rocks along the path, scuffing your shoes in the process, holding onto the straps of your backpack. A faded missing persons poster was taped to a light post. Suzie's familiar face stared at you ,a bright smile adored as if she wasn't missing. You felt your bottom lip tremble, running the rest of the way home.

When you got home, you were out of breath, taking a minute to sit on the porch steps and breathe. You tried to door but it was locked. Somewhere in the garden your parents kept a spare key. For the next half an hour, you searched the plants, turning over rocks and faded gnome statues until you found it. The house was empty. It would still be hours until your parents came home. You didn't care if they would be mad. You refused to go back to the pizzeria.

It was almost 10pm when your parents came home. You were half asleep, laying down on the couch as the TV played quietly in the background. "Why weren't you at Freddy's?" your father asked nonchalantly. He was tired from work, loosening his tie as he entered the living room.

You sat up angrily. "I'm not going back there. Suzie went missing there, you know. I'm not going back!"

Your father groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Whatever, I'm not dealing with you right now. Just stay at home." He walked upstairs, leaving you alone.

You slowly wandered up the stairs to your apartment, lugging bags of groceries up with you. Your arms burnt as the heavy bags gave you a workout. Fumbling with the keys, you managed to make your way inside. As soon as you stepped in, you were greeted by a bundle of letters in the hallway, having been pushed through the rust mail slot in the door. You sighed as you put your groceries away. The fridge was bare aside from a few half-empty condiment bottles. You scooped up the letters and flopped down on the couch, opening them up one by one.

Electricity. Overdue. Gas. Overdue.

The last one made your stomach drop.

Rent. Overdue. Final notice.

Angrily, you threw the bills onto the coffee table. You had until the end of the month to pay this month, plus the back rent or you'd be on the streets. After the events at Freddy's last night, you were planning on calling Steve today to quit but it didn't seem like that was an option now. Even if you took another job during the day, with minimum wage you would never be able to pay it all off. You rubbed your temples, trying to fight of the headache you felt brewing. There wasn't anyone else you could stay with either. Your relationship with your parents was non-existent. The second you turned 18, you left like a bat out of hell. You decided to take a nap before your shift, curling up on the couch, trying to ignore your impending doom.

"Abby, give me my vest." Abby, with Mike's oversized security vest hanging off her shoulders, stood firm. "I'm serious," Mike stated. "Give me the vest."

"No!" Abby protested. "I don't want to stay with Aunt Jane. She smells like cigarettes," she whispered.

Max had gone MIA. She didn't answer any of Mike's calls. He even tried calling her brother but it went straight to voicemail. As a last resort, he called Aunt Jane. Of course, she jumped on any opportunity to make Mike look bad. Oh, you can't take care of Abby? I'm not surprised, I guess I'll gave to do it. Mike grabbed Abby, throwing her over his shoulder. She squealed, banging on Mike's back. After a struggle, Mike managed to steal the vest off of her.

"She's all yours," Mike huffed, grabbing his backpack and heading out the door.

Dread filled his body as he drove to Freddy's. Every cell in his body was telling him to turn around, to call Steve and quit, but Mike powered forward. He needed this job to prove to the court that he was a fit guardian for Abby. If that meant putting himself at risk at a haunted pizzeria, he'd do it. There's nothing he wouldn't do to keep Abby safe. Mike was surprised to see your car when he pulled into the parking lot. He was almost certain you would have quit. You had already opened the pizzeria and were set up in the security office.

The sound of the door opening startled you. "I'm surprised to see you back here," Mike says, putting his backpack into the locker.

"I could say the same for you." Mike wedged the chair under the door, tugging on the handle to make sure it was secure. "Trust me, if I could quit, I would," you said with a sardonic chuckle.

The two of you had an unspoken agreement that you wouldn't be leaving the security office tonight. While the whole pizzeria was a death trap, the security office was the safest room. Mike noted as you anxiously bit your lip. You both sat in silence, eyes glued to the monitors and listening intently for any noises. Mike yawned, almost nodding off as he tried to keep focus on the monitors. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and you noticed his usual undereye bags were even darker than usual.

"You can sleep, y'know," you offered.

Mike immediately shook his head. "No, I don't want you be alone."

"I'll be fine, Mike," you promised. "You really look like you need the sleep. I'll be okay for a couple of hours."

Mike looked between you and the monitors before reluctantly agreeing. He grabbed his cassette player out of his backpack and put his headphones on. You couldn't help the small smirk which formed on your lips. Mike gave your chair a playful kick before settling into his own. You kept a close watch on the monitors, letting Mike get some rest. Your mind couldn't help but wander back to your many bills. Your stomach churned with anxiety. Unable to focus, you decided to properly explore the office. Despite working here for almost three weeks now, you never bothered to properly look through the office. You poured over the shelves, mostly filled with old paperwork and memorabilia. As you checked through the lockers, a bright orange container fell out. Curiously, you picked it up. 'Michael Schmidt,' the label read. 'Triazolam. Take 1-2 before bed.' Sleeping tablets. You glanced over at Mike before carefully putting the bottle back into his backpack. Feeling like you had overstepped a boundary, you quickly took your seat and went back to watching the monitors.

"Garrett!" Mike called out, watching in despair as the navy blue car skidded away. The sound of a twig snapping behind him caught Mike's attention. To his surprise, five young children were standing behind him. The blonde boy stood in front of the rest, staring Mike dead in the eyes.

"What is this?" Who are you?" Mike asked with confusion, looking across the group. T he children didn't move, staring at him in silence. "That car. Did you see who drove that car?" Did you see who took my brother?"

In an instant, the children scattered, running in different directions. This dream was different. They were never different. Every night he would relive the memory of Garrett being taken, but something was wrong this time. Mike began to chase after the blonde boy, following him deeper into the pine forest. Just as he was about to catch up, his foot got caught on a rock, sending him tumbling to the hard dirt below.

"Shit! Are you alright?" you asked, leaning down by Mike's side. He was fast asleep, then the next thing you knew, he had flown out of his chair onto the floor. Mike groaned, rubbing the back of his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around your office, your concerned gaze focused on his face.

"I'm fine," Mike assured. "How long was I asleep for?"

You helped him stand up. "A couple of hours. It's almost six. Did you have a bad dream or something?"

Mike sat back down into his chair with a huff. "Something like that. It happens a lot though. I'm used to it."

Your eyes flickered over to the locker, then back at Mike. You noticed his forehead was bleeding. "You've hit your head. I'll grab the first-aid kit. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Luckily the first-aid kit was kept in the office so you wouldn't have to venture out. Even though nothing strange had happened tonight, you were still on edge. Kit in hand, you scooted your chair closer to Mike. You pushed his hair out of the way, gently cleaning the wound. It wasn't very deep, just a small cut.

"I'm fine." Mike winced slightly as you cleaned the wound. "Y'know how I have that book on dream theory?" you nodded. "Well, I use it to relive a memory of my brother. When I was younger, he got taken. No one ever found him or who did it."

"I'm sorry," you apologised. Your last day with Suzie came to mind. It had been so long since you thought about her. "So, you're trying to remember if you saw his face?"

Mike nodded. "Not having much luck though."

You finished cleaning his cut and gently placed a bandaid on top. Of course, the only bandaids in the supply box were Freddy Fazbear themed, not that Mike knew that. You tried to hide your smile as you stuck the Foxy bandage to his forehead, letting his hair fall back into place. "All better now."

The alarm on Mike's watched sounded, signalling the end of your shift. You shivered as you stepped out into the cold morning air, locking the rusty metal gates behind you. You decided to sit in your car and watch the sun rise, giving Mike a wave as he drove off. You looked at the Freddy's sign through the rear-view mirror and felt a pang of guilt hit your chest. You knew what it was like to lose someone dear to you. You thought about Suzie and the other kids who went missing. It was unfair that they were taken away. Their families deserved closure. You wanted closure. You started your car and began the drive home in silence.

Tomorrow is another day.

#mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #william afton #michael afton #abby schmidt

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the-cookie-of-doom · 16 days

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Re: the split/kid Kim AU, I've seen you say a lot about the interactions between Chay and Kim and kid!Kim (which are wonderful and I love them!). Do you have any thoughts about the interactions between Kinn or Khun and kid!Kim?

Ooh, you're right, most of my posts have focused on Kim and Chay which is hilarious, because actually! The fic is centered around Kim and his brothers!! Since this fic is figuratively and literally about healing Kim's inner child, a very large part of that means mending his relationship with Kinn and Khun.

When this fic starts, Kim is ~13 and his Kinn is still dating Tawan. Kinn hasn't gone through all the heart break and betrayal that turned him into someone cold and cruel. He's still Kim's big, sweet, kind older brother, and even though kid Kim is a grumpy little storm cloud, he loves his brothers more than anything. He doesn't know why everything is suddenly so much different, but he trusts Kinn to fix it. And Kinn does not know what to do with a Kim that wholeheartedly, unquestioningly (mostly) trusts him.

“Kim?” The boy doesn’t respond. Kinn wants to reach out to him, but he’s still got that knife clutched in his hand, and he might be wild enough to use it, even against his own brother. “It’s alright, nong, you’re safe now. You’re home. I’m—hia’s here. Okay?” Kinn crawls closer. He keeps his voice even and soothing, or tries to, at least. He doesn’t know how well it works. Kim doesn’t move from his hiding place, and he doesn’t stop shaking. Kim’s voice breaks when he chokes out, “I don’t know what’s happening.” When Kinn comes closer, close enough to touch, Kim doesn’t flinch away from him. He picks his head up and fixes Kinn with his wide, red-rimmed eyes, and looks at him like he holds all the answers. Kinn desperately wishes he did. “Hia?” “Come on, nong.” Kinn holds out his hand. “Let’s figure this out together.”

This is probably going to end up focused on Kim and Kinn's relationship, actually, since Kim is already a little closer to Khun. Luckily adult Khun is jsut as crazy as Kim remembers, and he takes the whole kid!Kim thing in stride, so naturally Kim gravitates towards him. But as much as he loves Khun, Kinn is the one he looks up to, the one he believes can fix everything. And Kinn, who takes on so much responsibility, who's finally the one in charge, can now protect Kim the way he thinks he should have when they were younger.

This fic is also where I started my headcanon that Khun calls Kim his little songbird. At some point adult Kim will see how easy it is for his younger self to get along with his brothers (talking, spending time, cuddling with them, all things Kim hasn't allowed himself in years) and it makes his heart ache. He thinks it's too late. Even apologizes that he isn't the brother Khun deserves, but Khun just huffs and calls him an idiot for ever thinking that jsut because he's broken out of his cage and is flying free, doesn't mean he isn't still Khun's precious songbird. He's jsut been waiting for Kim to stop being so stubborn and finally come home, and so as Kinn. Cue little Kim taking Kim's hand and dragging him into a cuddle pile bc see? how easy?? it is???

And it's not easy, because Kim doesn't have these memories of being close to his brothers. They feel like strangers to him now without them. But... it is nice. It's so good, he doesn't know how he's lived without them all these years. Kid!Kim is happily bundled up in one of Khun's fluffiest coats, calling Kim dumb for nor seeing how much he still needs them. The story is about Kim healing his inner child, but his child self ends up healing him, too.

There's also a really fun dynamic between Kid!Kim and Porsche, because Kinn. Does not know how to brother. But Porsche is very good at brothering, and he knows how to handle Little Brother Emotional CrisisTM. So until Kinn learns how to be a brother to Kim again, he's the one filling that role, and it's very cute. Esp. when Kim finds out Porsche is Chay's older brother, then he's all awkwardly trying to as about his super cute future boyfriend 🥺👉👈 (He tries to play it cool around Chay. he is not successful. Chay thinks he's adorable.)

After Kim is reunited with child self/no longer going around as two people, he ends up with really weird feelings towards Porsche? They weren't particularly close before, but suddenly? Porsche feels?? safe??? One day Kim just hugs him out of the blue and they both freeze because it was such a natural instinct to Kim he didn't even question it, but also he doesn't hug Porsche?? ever??? (Porsche thinks it's both hilarious and adorable)

Also I want to mention that I have a very similar AU to this, except it's Kinn that gets de-aged instead! Porsche drops him off at Kim's apartment out of the blue and Kim is like wtf no?? And that one has accompanying fanart! Little Kinn gets nightmares, and he sneaks in to sleep with Kim bc he's too afraid to sleep alone 🥺

#cookie writes #kimchay #look i just love giving the boys small children to look after okay #but when those small children are THEMSELVES/estranged brothers???#even better #so much more angst potential

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roxxeatzgravel · 11 months

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OKAY!!!!

Goldenpunk (aka Hobie x Pavitr) HCs cause I can

Hobie is a SKINNY MF (slightly from malnutrition) he’s also very light and is 6 foot something

Pavitr is pretty toned for a 16 year old and is avarage height

Hobie is a Transmasculine Enby (he/they/it he/him pref)

Pavitr is a Nonbinary Demiboy (he/him)

Pavitr when sleeping takes up a LOT of space and Hobie takes up very little so they’re perfect

THEY ARE TFT (both nonbinary)

Pavitr is Bi while Hobie is Gay

Hobie wasn’t able to afford top surgery so he got it done for free in a sketchy back alley and also cause fuck capitalism

Hobie is AFAB and has been on testosterone for 2 years (which once again he gets in a sketchy ass alley once again also cause fuck capitalism)

Pavitr is AFAB nuff said

I was informed that GRLwood is cancelled for completely fair reasons (one of the members is a sexual abuser) so i simply removed this HC

Hobie is fairly strong for such a skinny guy

Hobie doesn’t like his mom a lot

Pavitr misses his mom and thinks she would think he is a disappointment

They’re inlove

Hobie has a soft spot for stray animals of any kind so do with that HC what you will

The first time they met Hobie tried to murder Pavitr out of instinct and instinct alone

Pavitr sometimes helps Hobie with his hair but he really loves running his fingers through hobies hair same with hobie

Hobie HATES cold weather

Pavitr will complain if it’s a little too hot

Sometimes Hobie will just crash through Pavitrs window and Pavitrs basically numb to it at this point

Mentioned in the previous post but Hobie wears lipstick and is heavily affectionate so….it didn’t take a lot of people long to figure out they were going steady

Hobie constantly uses the term Necking instead of Make out cause Miguel hates it and he loves to make Miguel mad

I call the ship Chai Tea sometimes ( Chai = pavitr Tea = Hobie) just cause it feels right in my bones

Pavitrs aunt maya loves Hobie just she’s a little suspicious about the fact he’s British, not to mention she makes a FUCK ton of jokes about Hobie stealing pavitr like the british stole India's history which slay girlboss

Pavitr makes a lot of jokes about Hobie being British too

Hobie wrote an entire song about wanting to kiss Pavitr and it took Pavitr two years to figure out

Miguel hates their constant PDA so Hobie calls him Homophobic (and also a nonce)

Jess thinks that it’s sweet that they’re so affectionate with each other

Miguel will piss off Hobie and hobies like “aight OI PAVITR LETS GO NECK IN MIGUELS OFFICE”

Pavitr likes Hobies accent a lot

Same with Hobie

Hobies 17 and Pavitr is 16 but Hobie is older by 3 months

Hobie is easily flustered he just is good at hiding it

slightly angsty one but Hobie (when they were first developing crushes on each other) was terrified that pavitr would either get killed because of him or pavitr would turn out to be homophobic, this caused him to have a breakdown in the middle of a fight

Hobie and Sunspider are best friends cause WLW and NWLNW solidarity

Sometimes Gwen and Hobie hang out in Pavitrs universe but Hobie hangs out there all the time

They like to have really meaningful conversations while beating up facists

Both of them hate facists

On Hobies back there is a tatto (which he shouldnt fuckin have but once again sketchy ass alley and fuck capitalism) that says Stay woke as a reference to something said in the black community years back to fight against police brutality

stole this one from @toshkakoshka and made some adjustments but Hobie and Pavtir have matching henna designs of each others spider symbol

aunt maya did it for them

hobie will NEVER admit but he is a HUGE snuggler (also he'll never admit hes a fan of weezer)

Hobie is the parent of the friend group.

THEY ARE Black lab and golden retriver

After quitting Hobies watch slowly stops working so he started collecting small pieces of tech that were given to him by gwen and other friends who think miguel should pull the stick outta his ass and just let miles join *cough cough* sunspider *cough cough* so hobie makes the first version of the watch that gwen was given near the end of the movie, this first version has a time limit so when ever Hobie wants to go hang out with pravitr, miles or gwen (usually pravitr) he has to stay vigilent so he doesn't fucking die

and because of this and being homeless he rarely gets sleep

Pavitr and Hobie are either roughhousing when ever theyre around each other or Being a lovey dovey couple cause the fucks refuse to separate

Pavitrs type in men is tall guys with piercings and who dress androgynous his type in girls is usually gals who are the same height as him who are smart, have short hair, and can rock both the fem and masc style

Pavitrs and his Gf spilt up because they both realized they were going complete separate ways in life (she never wanted to have kids and Pav wanted kids one day) so they spilt but they are very very good friends still and are slightly queer platonic (Hobie is completely comfortable with this)

once Hobie shaved his head and when i tell you pavitr had Bisexual panic i mean it

even if the relationship was only platonic Hobie would still be heavily affectionate to Pav since thats his way of showing people he cares about them

Pav can be VERY bitey at times this annoys everyone except Hobie

Hobie writes cheesy ass love songs then plays them for pav but he never finishes them

Pavitr needs reminders that Hobie still wants to pursue a romantic relationship with him (similar to me lmao) Hobie is completely fine with this and reminds Pav when ever he needs to

Pav is a ACCIDENTAL shirt thief he forgets to give them back (same lol)

Aunt maya loves the entire group (even though they make her life slightly harder) and calls them little nicknames in arabic

here are the nicknames (Sry for the butchering im using google translate) Miles = العنكبوت الصغير Hobie = بريطاني gwen = فتاة ذكية and finally Pav = حمار (pavs is a tad mean but hes okay with it)

Hobie only lets the friend group call him Spider-punk, with anyone else? ON SIGHT ASS BEATING

Hobie AND Pav have abandonment issues just in two different fonts

Hobies gender envy sums up to Demonic shit and beings

Pav (by other people) has been described to be as loyal as a dog which can bite him in the ass based on the people hes friends with

heres a Gwen x Miles HC for your troubles, Gwen did the kiss thing except She stuck Miles to the ceiling and took off his mask to kiss him

Sun spider started teasing Pav about his and Hobies relationship kinda being like romeo and juilette after Hobie quit, just for shits and giggles (Pav didnt mind at all)

Charlotte calls Hobie hobo or faggot and Hobie calls her Slag or Dyke (They are NMLNM and NWLNW solidarity)

so a common interaction between the two would go like "sup fag" "hey dyke" then the two laugh about it

Hobie and Gwen have set a building on fire together like besties do

Miles asked Hobie if he liked Gwen and Hobie laughed and just said "Im gay bruv"

Gwen and Hobie (at first) COULD NOT handle eating in Pavs universe

Pavitr (when kissing) bites for some fucking reason he doesnt even understand the reason he has the impulse to bite his romantic partners

Sometimes Hobie just screams for no reason other than "fuck you miguel"

Hobie thinks we should get rid of the pride parades and just have riots (he has a bit of a point)

sometimes hobie will just carry people like they're wet cats (its mainly charlotte)

Charlotte and Pavitr had a Greece moment in which was of course ruined by Miguel

Basically SunSpider wanted all the deets about Pavitr and Hobie

Hobie calls Pavitr Pavi and Pavitr calls Hobie Hobs (sometimes)

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merao-mariposa · 2 months

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first writing that I publish at least a long-ish WIP: Draft of Death Family going to the realm of death, meeting Kristin and Mamamissa

Trips to visit family must be really interesting for the death family.

I can easily imagine them crossing the barrier between life and death as soon as they leave quesadilla because they want their children to experimente the dominion of the dead.

Yep, Missa owes his boss a lot of reports and Phil is absolutely delighted with the idea of finally seeing his wife again after everything did happend. Chay and Tallulah keep making fun of him about his constantly fluffy wings and the silliest smile on his face, and his cheeks blush however deep down they are really excited too, a little nervous but they definitely want to meet her.

It's halfway there, they are walking along the banks of the River Styx. It won't take long to get there, somewhere, anywhere, where The Goddess is. Dad Philza jokes that flying with the eggs would be faster and easier, because of course his wings had improved considerably in the last few weeks, but in the afterlife his wings were almost revitalized to the surprise of his children. Which was to be expected for an angel of death, surrounded by the dead realm.

Missa jokes that he would leave him behind, of course. Which Phil playfully rejects; is a loyal crow! He would never do that thing of leaving him behind.

He did it in purgatory.

But he didn't do it in prison!

¨No mames Phil, they were going to take us out sooner or later¨ Against the grim reaper's arguments the crow just rolls his eyes and fights back

¨when was the last time you crossed the river of souls, mate?¨

Missa sighs softly, he can't remember the last time he sailed the river. For a long time he has dedicated himself to harvesting souls to help them to make it to the afterlife.

Phil rests his hand on the small of his very platonic husband's back (in the realm of the dead, missa's real form is more likely to come out; he still avoids having a height comparable to that of the cellbit castle, right now? just He's 2 or 3 times Phil's size (he literally can't reach any higher, it's either that or grabbing his pants leg to comfort him) with a soft coo; ¨it's okay dude, don't worry about that¨

Chayanne interrupts the lively (not so much anymore) discussion between his dads before it gets angsty (it's an instinct), signing so quickly with his hands that it is almost difficult to translate what he said.

"Papa Missa can take us OVER the river???"

missa and phil look at each other, in fact that can shorten the path quite a bit, if it works.

This is how much of the way they spend with Tallulah and Chayanne on the shoulders of an even bigger Missa while Philza flies through the skies of said Death´s kingdom, sometimes perching with his children on the shoulders of his husband.

It's all fun and laughter until Tallulah signs a question; "why did Kristin gave me the gift of listening to my siblings". which causes Philza to reverse heis flight and Missa stops completely to see his hija. Chayanne blinks worried about what happened.

¨Tallulah, mi ninha-a, Kristin has no connection to anything on the island… she was blocked from it¨

¨But I know who was not blocked¨ Missa looks at Phil, more serious than he's ever been.

And Phil sighs before looking at his children softly to reassure them. ¨So guys, you wanna know your… erhm, ab-abuela, abuela?¨

#death duo #death family #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #qsmp #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #mamamissa #<---is that a tag??#now it is one #deathduo

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chvnnie · 9 months

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Letter Two: Nightmares

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wc: 4.7k

genre: angst

warnings: apocalypse au, creature feature, use of weapons, HEAVY MENTIONS OF PTSD AND DESCRIPTIONS OF ANXIETY ATTACKS. this chapter is heavy and sad as it dives somewhat into the backstory of one of the members. please keep these warnings in mind. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: when the world's a nightmare, it's hard to deal with your own.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents the stray kids members as people or as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

series taglist: @straystayvlive, @fawnpeaks, @strayingawayy, @almighty-obsession, @ershyni, @chai-papa, @moon0fthenight, @djeniryuu, @boomfrogg, @everglowdaisies — comment to be added

Hey, you.

You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?

The day the world went to shit.

I know a lot of people consider the day of the lab breakout the turning point, but I don’t. That was to be expected; we knew nothing about Nots. Keeping them in those glass chambers, studying their habits and transforms didn’t help much. A domesticated animal always acts differently than a wild one.

The day that I consider the end, we didn’t even know about Nots. You and I were in bed for the evening, the television playing softly while you read. I was in the bathroom shaving, hardly paying attention to the cheesy sitcom joke and recorded laughing.

I remember the razor nicking my jaw, tongue between teeth as I hissed. Fuck, the sting of it was awful. The razor fell in the sink, taking your attention from your book.

“You okay?” You ask, leaning in the bed to get a look in the bathroom. You laughed when you saw the little toilet paper square stuck to my face.

“It’s not funny.”

Though, I was smiling. I like hearing you laugh. God, I can’t wait to be with you again.

I remember washing my hands before I started to clean the wound, the show cutting to commercial break.

If you or your loved one have ever taken the drug by the name Nottingal, you may be entitled to financial compensation.

You asked what that medication was for. I said I wasn’t sure, but texted Seungmin to ask. He responded within seconds: A blood thinner. That’s all it was, just a simple pill taken once daily to reduce the risk of blood clots. A lot of people take it. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It still gives me the chills how easily we forgot about the medication, going to bed without a second thought. We moved past it, went to work the next day. The world kept turning, and the name faded from our memory.

Just a common, everyday drug. Why would we give it more thought?

An oddly cold weekend in March. You walked the dog, I went to the gym with Changbin. Our lives crossed over around lunchtime, stuffed in the tiny apartment kitchen as we tried to make our meals.

“We need a new apartment.” You complained. “I can hardly move in here.”

“What, you don’t want to be pressed up against me all the time?”

You scoffed at my joke, taking your sandwich and chips over to the couch. I was steps behind you, leaning close to my bowl of cereal so I didn’t spill any as I walked and ate. I sit, and you turn the tv on, left on the news channel for some reason.

“Ah.” I said through a mouth full of cheerios. “Turn this shit—“

And then, we saw it. The early stages of a Not. A woman in her 40s, hospitalized for an adverse reaction to Nottingal. She reported having chills with extreme nausea, nothing holding in her stomach. Admitted overnight just for observation, her symptoms got worse. At first it was just a fever — but then it kept climbing and climbing and climbing, to the point where the woman was almost boiling. She would claw at her hospital robe, screeching from the intense heat. Doctors eventually had to secure her to the bed.

Then, it started to get weird. They called it mania, at first. She wouldn’t speak, only responding with this terrible screeching sound, comparable to metal doors scraping against concrete. Her nails started to grow (both hands and toes) at a rapid pace, which was odd enough on its own.

Only made worse by the way they started to fuse into the skin, the color darker than the night sky. Claws. A nurse checked on patient zero one day and reported hearing something that sounded like the snapping of bones. After further examination, she saw that the woman’s back was starting to arch, spine taking a new shape—

The claws scratched the nurse across the forearm. The nurse said it didn’t feel like anything more than a deep cat scratch, bandaged up and went about her day. Just to end up at her workplace that night, stumbling into the emergency room. Chills. Nausea. A fever that’s a little too high for comfort.

That’s how we found out that it’s not only the pills that could cause a transformation. If the claws scratch you, the tip comes in contact with your bloodstream. That’s what it all comes down to; blood.

Two months. That’s all it took. From that commercial to the fall of humanity. Two months, and the world went to shit.

I’m not really sure why I wrote all of that. You experienced it too; the fear, doubt. Really, does anyone see the end of the world coming? I don’t think I’ve fully grasped that this is my reality now, that it’s not some kind of fucked up dream an edible gave me.

I so badly wish it was. Because even if this is the demise of mankind, not having you by my side is greater than my worst nightmare.

Speaking of nightmares, Jisung’s are back. I was sure that after we settled at our new base (right next to the mail stall, conveniently) that they would settle more. It’s been a while since he’s had one, especially this extreme.

We found an abandoned house. It’s not very big, but it fits all of us comfortably. Two floors, four bedrooms. The bathroom is still functioning, which is a treasure we’re not taking for granted. It’s funny how we still have running water, yet most places we hide out are missing that feature. The first shower I took in there almost made me cry; it was freezing, but it was a shower. Little things really do make the apocalypse easier.

Jisung’s in one of the upstairs rooms. It looks like it belonged to a child — bunk beds decorated with floral sheets and stuffed animals. The walls have drawings tacked on them, a bulletin board with movie tickets and notes from friends. It’s hard to look at. Wherever that child is, I hope she is safe. She was well loved.

Nobody wanted to stay in that room. It’s difficult to swallow, to be surrounded by the reminders of such an innocent life. But it has the best view of the front of the house, the boarded up windows have enough space for the barrel of Jisung’s sniper to fit through. He dropped his duffel by the closet, setting up his gun.

“Are you sure?” I had asked Jisung, an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It still happens now whenever I walk in there. “There’s space on the office—“

“I’ll be fine.” He looked through the scope, positioning the gun accordingly. “It has the best view.”

“I can stay in here, too—“ Hyunjin started to say, but was quickly cut off.

“I said I’m fine.” Jisung doesn’t spare us a look. “Don’t worry about it.”

It was weird how he snapped at him. Honestly, ever since we left midtown, Jisung has been a little rougher than usual. Especially with Hyunjin. Remember how long it took to convince him that picking him up was the right thing to do? I feel like every letter I wrote you after we found Hyunjin was about his distaste for him. But I thought we had turned a corner — in fact, they were literally inseparable in midtown. Then we left, and…

Jisung is hiding something.

There was no reason to push the issue. You know Jisung, once his mind is made up, it’s almost impossible to change. Hyunjin is bunking with me in the master bedroom. He’s a cold sleeper, I’ve learned, often waking up with him huddled by my back. It’s made me miss you even more; how many mornings have I woken up with you attached to my back like a koala? Face buried in my shoulder blade, snores vibrating against it.

I can’t wait to wake up to that again. To you again.

The nightmare came a night when I wasn't on guard. I had been sleeping pretty soundly, actually. Hyunjin’s fluffy hair was right in my face, the cotton sheets nice and cool against my bare chest. It had been a while since I slept so well.

Earth shattering screams tore me from that peaceful sleep. Both Hyunjin and I practically jumped from the bed, weapons easily accessible and in hand. Did something get in? Were one of our men hurt?

Hyunjin’s face went pale when we heard the scream again. He dropped his knife, mumbling the younger man's name before sprinting from the room.

Jisung was on the bottom bunk, comforter low on his hips. He wasn’t dressed in anything other than sweatpants, the scar on his left rib cage looking more red than usual. Almost irritated, raised. The perfect circle as angry as the cries coming from its owner.

His nails were scratching at his neck, thrashing in the bed as he cried. Round tears rolling down his cheeks in earnest, voice cracking and turning raw. Whatever was happening behind his eyelids was devastating, all of his fears brightly burning for him.

“Jisung.” Hyunjin had said, climbing into the tiny bunk with him. His body jerked, trying to resist the hold he was put in. Head cradled to his friend’s chest, he starts to rock. “It’s not real. It’s not real.”

Jeongin came over the walkie. It’s his night on guard. “No breaches at the back. Bin?”

“Front is clear.” Changbin responds quickly, the unasked question obvious to all of us.

“Clear up top.” I responded, keeping my voice as low as possible. “It’s Jisung.”

No response. None needed. Everyone will keep their post, or try to go back to sleep. Too many hands and it only makes things worse for him.

Hyunjin is good at soothing him, bringing him out of the nightmare with minimal damage. Softly, he brushes the fluffy hair from his face, keeping a firm rocking motion. Gentle reminders whispered to him; he’s safe, it’s just a dream, it’s not real. I watched him rock my friend for at least five minutes, the screams coming to an end as he started to twitch awake. With a string of fearful whimpers, Jisung’s eyes finally opened and found Hyunjin’s.

The moment felt like years. Their eyes locked, the tears finding an end as they stared at each other, seemingly lost in the gaze. Hyunjin smiled softly at him, and it looked like Jisung was melting. An immediate peace washing over him, the nightmare so far out of grasp it’s forgettable.

Then he’s shoving himself out of his arms, cursing and mumbling under his breath to “let him the fuck go”. It was hard to miss the way Hyunjin’s face crumbled, though he quickly composed himself.

“You had another nightmare.” Hyunjin’s voice is so gentle, though it cracks with an emotion he’s trying to suppress.

“I know.” Jisung snapped, bringing his knees to his chest as he huddled into the corner. Body pressed against the wall, avoiding his gaze.

“Do you want to—“

“Can you fucking leave?” He asked, though it didn’t sound convincing. “I want to talk to hyung.”

Hyunjin smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. With a nod, he climbed out of the bunk bed, patting my shoulder as he walked past me. When the door shut, I heard him release a shaky gasp.

I stayed by the door, wanting to give Jisung as much room as I could. He kept his head facing the wall, breaths starting to even out as he worked on grounding himself. In and out, like you taught him. Think of happy thoughts, remind yourself that the world is more than the darkness that consumes you. I watched as his shoulders relaxed, body starting to slump as he found the peace he was looking for.

“Sit with me?” It was hard to hear, the question whispered into the foundation of the house. I crossed the tiny room, sitting by the ladder leading up to the top bunk. Giving him as much physical space as I could.

It was silent between us. Our breaths filling the dark room—

Wait. It’s completely dark. When I stood, I could hear his lips part, the start of protests rolling from his tongue. I didn’t walk far, only to the closet. Flicking on the light, I pulled the door open, letting just a sliver of it spill out.

“Why didn’t you turn this on?” I asked softly, trying to keep my tone steady. I didn’t want him to think I was accusing him, or blaming him for the nightmare.

Jisung shrugged. “I wanted to try.” He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, rubbing tight circles. “Obviously it didn’t work.”

I returned to my seat. With the light on, it was easy to see what Jisung was doing before he fell asleep. His journal face down on the floor, an uncapped pen right beside it. His favorite book, worn out and damn near falling apart, was tabbed open with a photo of the two of you (remember that beach trip we took last year? When he was home on leave? It’s from when the two of you were building that sandcastle, the polaroid still as clear as the day I took it. It’s one of my favorites) and a sketch of what looked like daisies. Yellow and pink, they cover the page, only broken up by a little signature in the bottom. One we all know too well at this point.

There was something missing from his pile, something that the picture reminded me of. “Where are your dogtags?”

He seemed tense at that question, sighing as he brought his hands down. “I think I lost them in midtown.”

It didn’t feel like the truth, but there wasn’t any need to press it. I simply nodded, taking the lie for what it was.

“I’m sorry I woke you.”

I huffed a laugh. “Don’t apologize for that shit.”

“Sleep is so precious now, I hate taking it from you—“

“Seriously, Sung.” I looked at my friend, who I was surprised was looking at me. When our eyes met, I gave a reassuring smile. “You know we don’t mind.”

Jisung didn’t believe me. He never does when I tell him that. Yet, he nodded, knowing that doubt will never leave him. “It was bad.”

“Sounded like it.” Never push him. That’s what I’ve learned. If he wants to open up, he will. But when it’s so fresh, so heavy in his mind, focusing on the details could drive him mad—

“The Nots.” He said softly, resting his chin on his knees. Not once did his gaze stray from me, wide eyes filling with fresh tears. “They came. Here.”

I will admit, it confused me as to why this upset him so badly. We had seen at least five groups of them by this point, a few even crossing the front gate. They never stayed, always distracted by something in the distance. He had even shot a few.

Staying in this room was a bad idea. I knew it from the moment we arrived, even though he was insistent. I should have forced him into a different room, made him sleep anywhere else but here. It’s no surprise that the previous owner appeared in his dream, her small body twisted into the horror that we’re too familiar with.

“It got me thinking.” Jisung started to cry again. “Nots like to stay close to home—“

“No.” I cut the thought off before he could finish it. “You can’t go there, Jisung.”

He knew I was right. But you know him; stubborn as can fucking be, clinging to things with an annoyingly tight grip. As soon as it crossed his mind, there was no way he was letting it go. Instead of arguing, he just nodded. Mumbles something in agreement. It wasn’t going to escape him, and it would be silly for us to pretend it would.

“Will you sleep in here with me?” He asked.

I couldn’t help but wince. It didn’t feel right, the idea of resting here. “Why don’t you come to the master bedroom with me? There’s enough room for you, me, and Hyunjin—“

As soon as I mentioned his name, Jisung’s eyes went dark. “No.” He said simply. “I would rather stay here.”

I wanted to tell him no. To go back to the comfortable bed where I could sleep easily, not worrying about being haunted by a life not fully lived.

“I just don’t want to leave my gun.” Jisung said. “That’s it.”

Another lie. I had no choice but to take it as is. Nodding as I climbed the ladder.

As far as I know, Jisung didn’t talk about the nightmare with anyone else. The day following was spent with Minho, organizing the weapons in the living room. He sat on the ground, wiping the blood and dirt from barrels of guns. Sweat beaded his forehead, glasses low on his nose. But he laughed, joking with everyone who walked past.

Except Hyunjin.

I cleaned out the old pantry with Seungmin, still keeping the good food while disposing of the others. “They left in a hurry.” He said as he chunked another fruit cup in the trash. “Something must have happened here.”

They must have recently gone grocery shopping. A lot of snack boxes were untouched, the expiration date still a month or two away. “Can’t blame them.”

“No.” He threw a can of expired condensed milk at the trash can, shooting it like a basketball. Somehow, it made it. “You really can’t.”

That night, Jisung and I took every precaution to avoid a nightmare. The closest door was cracked open, yellow light filling the room. His old radio was tuned to some station that hasn’t been manned since the fall, playing the same jazz songs on repeat. The loop starts again every three hours, but even in the annoyance, it’s enough noise to help him sleep.

I had barely fallen asleep when he had another nightmare. To the bottom bunk I went, holding my friend and rocking him until he woke up. We did it again the next night, and the next, and the next. Nightmare after nightmare, though the details were always the same. A group of Nots, the smaller one in the back of the group. Vicious and hungry.

It was the room. It had to be, baby. I’ve been racking my brain for an explaination, because if it isn’t the fucking room, then I don’t know. And not knowing is the scariest part; all of this is so…predictable.

But these nightmares. They were anything but.

Jisung couldn’t sleep one night, the impending nightmare driving him mad. He sat by the gun, rereading his book with his feet propped up on the window sill. Or, it looked like he was reading. When I got closer, I saw him tracing the painted flowers with his finger.

“I’m going to bed.” He snapped the book shut when he realized I was there. “You should, too.”

Jisung pushes his glasses up, nodding as he rubs his eyes. “I’ll try in a bit.” He gave me a weary smile. “Sleep well, okay?”

I didn’t. My eyes didn’t even shut, focused on counting the bumps on the ceiling. I couldn’t allow myself to, not until I knew Jisung was on the bed beneath me, trying to rest despite his fears. You made me promise I would take care of him, and it was an easy one to make. I’m trying my love, even if his stubborn ass makes it incredibly difficult.

He was mostly quiet in his corner, humming a song or two before falling silent. Every time I glanced at him, his back was to me. Same position as before, thumbing through the book this time. Actually reading.

My eyes had started to shut when I heard the walkie click.

“Min.” Hyunjin’s voice cut through. “How’s the back?”

A beat. “Meh.” Seungmin responded. “Per us—ah, fuck.”

“Don’t say it like that.” A whine came from the older man.

“You’ll see them soon. Mid sized pack, moving quickly.” The walkie cut off, familiar squawks of Nots heard even from my bed upstairs. “Must be hungry.”

The book snapped shut, chair squeaking as Jisung pushed it out. I watched him stand, lean over the scope as he focused outside.

“Look at those ugly fuckers.” Hyunjin says with a sigh. “There are so—Jesus!”

Click. Hyunjin is gone, his exclamation is enough to make me sit up in bed. Jisung fumbled for the walkie, his hand shaking as he pressed the button. “Stop messing around, Jin.”

“Sung—“ He clicks back immediately, shock heavy in his tone. Is it from hearing Jisung’s voice, or what he saw? “Sorry, that pack just took out a stray.”

I listen to Jisung curse under his breath, annoyed at how the older man frightened him. Made him think we were under siege. He puts his eye back to the scope, and the walkie falls from his hand.

Then screams. Earth shattering screams.

Jisung is on the ground, sitting beneath the window with his hands over his ears. Back and forth he rocks, sobbing loudly with his eyes shut. “No, no.” He cries out. “No, no, no, no—“

I don’t have to ask. I don’t even have to look through the scope, but I do anyway. In the back of the pack is a smaller Not. Brown hair, waves breaking the straight pattern.

The worst thing about Nots is if you know who they were, they won’t be hard to spot after the transformation. There goes the little girl whose room we’ve slept in, tailing behind what looks like her parents.

“Jisung?” Hyunjin cuts through the walkie again. “What’s going on? Answer me.”

He responds with another scream, kicking the walkie as far from him as he can. The weight of it is weighing down on him, crushing his already fragile being into nothing but dust. His back is hitting the wall, nails in his throat. My friend, almost unrecognizable on the ground next to me.

“I’m coming up.” Hyunjin says, and I snatch the walkie from the ground.

“Keep your post.” I said. “I’m with him. If they get close, shoot.”

I don’t hear what Hyunjin said to me. Dropping to a squat in front of my friend, I gently remove his hands from his neck. “Jisung, talk to me.”

“I t-told you.” He says in a broken sob. “I told y-you, I told you—“

“Shh, I know.” I tried my best, really. I think you would be proud of me; everything you taught me about him, how to be the friend he needs in big moments. Though I’m convinced no one could ever be as good as you at this, I think I’m a pretty good third. Or like, fourth or fifth option. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen better.”

He shook his head, hiccuping through his tears. I kept a firm grasp on his wrists, letting him rock as much as he needed to. Tears stung my eyes; it’s kind of a given that watching your friend experience something like this is hard. But rarely do we talk about just how gut wrenching it is. My brave friend, nothing but a shell in my hands.

“Jisung.” I said his name softly. “We have to do it.”

“No!” He shouted loud enough to make the earth vibrate. “H-hyung, can’t. I c-can’t—“

“Hey, hey.” I grab him, pulling him into a hug. He fought it for a second, pushing at my chest to try to escape, though he eventually caved. The tears were warm against my shoulder, violent sobs muffled. “You don’t have to. I will.”

That’s when his eyes shot open, the fight returning to him. “D-don’t do that to her.” He cried. “She’s just a k-kid—“

Baby. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how I can pretend that this didn’t hurt me. Her pictures were everywhere; in the living room, across the hallways. The bulletin boards held strips of her and her friends. No more than nine or ten. A life barely lived, forced into an existence that she can never escape.

I cried. Sniffling in Jisung’s ear and swallowing dryly. “It isn’t fair to leave her like this.” I told him, though it was more for myself. Trying to convince both of us it’s the humane thing to do in a society that’s anything but.

Jisung was limp. Sobbing into my shoulder, mumbling weak pleas. Reconsider. Let her go—

“Seungmin.” Hyunjin’s voice cut through. “How’s the back?”

“Clear. You?”

“Not. They’re approaching.”

It had to be done. I had to let Jisung go, to let him curl into a ball as he covered his ears, awaiting the inevitable. Picking up the walkie, I clicked through. “Changbin, are you awake?”

He didn’t even wait a second. “Yeah.”

“Relieve Hyunjin. Take Minho with you.”

No questions were asked. There was no protest from the ball at my feet, shaking as he quietly sobbed. I waited, the sound of footsteps rushing past the door until the ones I needed found their way inside.

Hyunjin’s hair was a mess. A headband kept the frizzy locks out of his face. But that isn’t what caught my eye. The tags resting in the center of his chest, the ones we know all too well.

He moved to Jisung, the younger man letting him pull him close. Carefully, he sat him in his lap, rocking him. Back and forth, back and forth. Whispers of comfort heard even through the hands that clasped his ears.

When it comes to Jisung’s comfort, you are first. But there’s no doubt that Hyunjin is second.

Through watery eyes, I look through the scope. The gun is lightweight, easy to maneuver. Bodies of Nots litter the front yard, the ones who haven’t taken a bullet yet clawing at their own. I watched as another was it, terrible squeals released into the night as it twitched to its death. It took me a moment to find her. Behind the gate, lost in the body of an unrecognizable animal.

After I aimed, I shut my eyes. I don’t know how she died, my love, but I know I’ll never forget how painfully human her cries were. Freshly turned, returning to her home. Nots don’t like to wander far.

I boarded that room up today. Lock the door and hid the key somewhere no one will ever find it — within our group, or others who seek refuge here. She deserves to rest, and I’ll be damned if anyone disturbs her.

Jisung requested the sniper be moved to the office. Minho and I worked on it for him. He refused to touch it. It’s been a few days, but I’m the only one who has used it. I don’t know how long it will take him to be comfortable with it again.

At least he’s finally sleeping. The master bed was big enough for all three of us, though now Hyunjin seems to cling to Jisung. When he wakes, the younger man will shove him away. Though, I’ve caught him pretending to sleep. Enjoying the hold the artist has on him.

It’s a good home. I think we’ll be here for a while. The guys seem to like it a lot, and the normalcy that’s felt here — well, you don’t need me to explain how valued that is.

I’m glad to hear all has been going somewhat well for you guys. Felix has been asking nonstop about you. I think he’s a little obsessed with the idea of a ranch. You’ll have to teach him about the horses; he’s been reading up about them since his injury (which has gotten better, by the way. He’s off crutches as of yesterday according to Dr. Kim. Don’t tell him I called him that). The idea of getting to ride one has kept him going.

We’ve been mapping a route out there, but still have some things to finalize. I don’t want to get your hopes up, so I’ll tell you more when I know more.

I love you, you know? If it’s possible, this shit has made me love you even more. In the nightmare of this world, you’re like a guiding light. I hope I don’t have to wander much longer to find you.

Stay safe, my love. I’ll be upset if I have to cuddle Hyunjin forever.

Forever yours,

Chan

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The first thing Chayanne sees when he wakes up is Tallulah standing next to his bed, staring blankly at him. She’s holding a maraca up as if to shake it—or maybe hit him with it. You never really know with Tallulah. In any case, he flinches. She lowers the maraca and smiles, but it doesn’t reach her ears.

“Good morning, Chay. You slept in.”

Chayanne doesn’t really feel like talking. “Mm. I did.”

“For a long time.”

“Mhm.”

Tallulah’s bangs barely hides the concern in her eyes. “You don’t usually sleep in this late.”

“So?”

Chayanne promptly shuts his mouth as soon as the harsh tone escapes it. Tallulah’s brows furrow, but she says nothing else. Quickly Chayanne turns over, not wanting to look at Tallulah’s face; somehow her stoic reaction is worse than if she had actually looked hurt.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I’m still tired.”

“It’s okay, Chay,” he hears her say. “Is everything okay?”

Chayanne only folds the pillow around his head, like it would somehow block out everything. Not that there’s much to block out. It’s too silent in the bunker. He can’t hear his father’s laugh.

“Chay-”

“Is Dad gone?”

A pause. “Abuelito?”

Chayanne hums in affirmation.

“Yes, he is. He left yesterday.”

“Oh. Okay.”

The sound of shuffling and a maraca moves from one side of the bed to the other, and Chayanne opens his eyes to once again see Tallulah staring at him. He can’t help but snicker a bit at that. Tallulah smiles in turn.

“I learned this trick from Tio Forever,” she says. “If people turn away, just move back in front of them. He does it a lot. Well… he does it to Abuelito a lot.”

“To annoy him?”

“Eh… I guess so. It’s to stop people from avoiding conversation.”

He purses his lips, and Tallulah imitates him.

“Don’t feel bad that you missed him,” she says. “I know you can sleep heavy. It’s just…”

Tallulah trails off, but Chayanne knows what she’s thinking. It’s not normal for you. Not when it’s so long. Not when it’s your dad.

Chayanne sighs and turns so his back is flat on the bed, and he’s staring up at the ceiling. He puts the flesh of his palms to his black eyes as he shuts them again and takes a deep breath.

“I knew he was leaving today,” he murmurs.

He can basically feel Tallulah frown. “You don’t have to feel guilty about sleeping in. I know how hard it is to control it. It wasn’t on purpose.”

Chayanne doesn’t say anything for a long while.

“It was.”

“Huh?”

Chayanne removes his hands and looks at Tallulah. “I slept in on purpose.”

She’s looking at him carefully, scanning his face. Tallulah doesn’t quite ask “Why?” as she does state it, like she only says it so she can confirm what she already knows.

“I…” Chayanne sits up to face Tallulah; lying on his hair feels like it’s tugging on his scalp. He recollects his thoughts. “I thought, if I…” Nevermind, he can’t recollect his thoughts. He has a quiet urge to pull at his hair.

“Can I guess?” Tallulah asks.

“Sure,” Chayanne says, because he can’t seem to say anything else.

“Were you scared of saying goodbye to Abuelito?”

Chayanne considers it. “I guess. I don’t know why.”

Tallulah hums. “I get it. I don’t really know why either, I think…”

She cups her chin thoughtfully, and Chayanne smiles softly at how serious her expression becomes. “I think it’s because, if you say goodbye, then it feels… real.”

“I guess.” Chayanne thinks further, pouting slightly. “I don’t think it’s just that, though.”

Tallulah meets his eyes.

“You didn’t want to see him go.”

The words settle comfortably next to the dread in Chayanne’s gut. He nods.

“So you slept in, so you didn’t have to.”

He nods again. “I didn’t want it to be real.”

Tallulah’s face creases with sympathy.

“You stole that from me,” she jabs.

Chayanne shrugs helplessly. “It seemed to work for you.”

Tallulah smiles back sadly. “Only for a tiny bit. It’s not very helpful, actually. I mean…” she gestures vaguely to the vast room. “It still ends up being real.”

“It does.” He lolls his head, realising how oppressive the quiet feels. “It is really quiet.”

“Mhm. It’s… worse than I thought it would be.”

Chayanne sharply looks at her. “It is hard for you too, isn’t it? Since you’re already missing your dad.”

She shrugs loosely. “I guess… but I think because of my papi, I’m used to it.”

“How do you handle it? I can’t even imagine spending a week without either of my dads. How have you spent two months without Wilbur?”

Tallulah intertwines her clawed hands on the bed. “Well, it wasn’t easy at first. At first I just wanted to do what you’re doing, sleep and sleep all day… you know that. But, hanging out with Abuelito…” she pauses. “And hanging out with all the other tios and eggs is fun. And I know when he comes back, it will be worth it.” She gives a humourless grin. “If we live to see it.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s not impossible.”

“That doesn’t make it possible.”

Tallulah makes a face. “That doesn’t make sense. But if you’re so concerned about dying, then you shouldn’t sleep in. We have quests to do.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Tallulah places a hand on Chayanne’s. Her dragon scales are stark against his human skin. Chayanne’s sometimes pondered the irony; how soft, musical Tallulah got the clawed scaly hands, while his remained human, left to callous as he fought.

“We’ll be alright,” she insists. “Abuelito said so, and I trust him. You do too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then we’ll be alright. And while we wait, we’ll play with the others. It will be fun.”

Chayanne sighs, and smiles. “Yeah.”

“You better not sleep in the rest of the week. You didn’t let me when my papi left, so I won’t let you.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t.”

Tallulah retracts her hand before spreading her arms. “Do you want a hug?”

Chayanne doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

Tallulah leans forward and wraps Chayanne in a hug—being smaller, she doesn’t quite envelop him, but he still leans into the embrace, hugging her back. She squeezes comfortingly, though, and Chayanne is reminded of how strong she really is.

He then feels something bump against him.

“Do you have something in your coat?”

When she pulls away, Tallulah’s eyes are suddenly wide. “Oh right, it’s something Abuelito gave me before he left.” Something dark clouds her eyes. “Do you want to see?”

Chayanne perks up. “What is it?”

Out of her coat, Tallulah produces an avocado. It’s slightly bruised. Chayanne laughs.

“An avocado?”

“Yeah.”

The disappointed look on Tallulah’s face makes Chayanne laugh again.

“That’s Dad for you. You have to eat it now, to cherish his memory!”

“Actually, since it’s so important, I think I won’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Want me to make it into something?”

“Please do. As long as it isn’t avocado toast.”

#qsmp #philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp fanfiction #mcyt #prismatic writing

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nuttytani · 5 months

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Hold my chai, aunty has arrived in the Mansion

(adventures of aunty in the ikemen vampire universe. into the ike-verse!)

It was just a normal day of work for aunty. You know, the usual, kicking her husband and children out for work and school with their tiffin and bags in tow.

Finishing cleaning the house like a sonic with extra energy drinks and taking the rubbish out,

Then finally! A hot shower

She was only left with making her sweet and relaxing lunchtime tea when her doorbell rang.

She opened the door and.....everything turned white and aunty's life turned upside down. Or did it?

Actually it turned up. I mean her life was already up but now it's better-ish?

She's basically on a month-long vacation! Away from her husband and children (I mean sure she's worried about the state of the house but they can manage by themselves right? They won't miss her.....right? Ok fine maybe she's kind of sort of worried about them and missing them but she KNOWS she can go back so haha!)

The mansion people were quite warm and welcoming towards her so it didn't take much time for her to adjust.

Except for the food and... tea.

YOU CALL THIS FOOD? DEAR SEBASTION, WHERE ARE YOUR MASALAS? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE SALT AND PEPPER-- THAT'S NOT MASALA

And the tea! How…. she won’t even describe how she feels except for pure disappointment. These people had no ingredients for chai

Comte had no choice but to order some.....groceries for dear aunty. He couldn't say no to her. Especially with how disappointed she looked while eating food or having her tea.

He also had to turn the wine cellar into a grocery store room. But he sure had great company with aunty! Joining her outside in his garden.

Smoking who? Comte got rid of his cigar and now constantly has a cup of chai in his hand (mostly because aunty would yell nonstop for him and leonardo to stop smoking. Because 1) she doesnt want to be a chain smoker 2) smoking is bad for your health and makes you look like a gangster…. Aunty’s words, not mine!)

(Psssst she also taught Sebastian how to make chai 101 until he got the recipe right till perfection.)

The other mansion residents weren't having that much....fun tho. It felt like having a mom after many years. Which is funny because technically, they’re wayyyyy older than her, and they’ve told her so many times, and each time she replies with a: but you all act like children, that’s not my fault is it? Now my dears, would you please pass me that newspaper?

One day, Arthur was walking around half naked around the mansion only to receive the MOST judgemental stare in his entire life

“Put some goddamn clothes on, child! You’ll catch a cold at this rate.”

“Aunty, that's not possible for vampires….”

“Do I look like I care? Put some clothes on.”

Or the first week in the mansion, practically staring daggers at everyone

“Shoes inside the house? Who’s going to clean this… Sebastian? Mitsuki? Your mom? Me? Well definitely not any of us.”

House slippers became a thing ever since and now NO ONE dares to wear shoes inside the house.

Vincent had to learn cooking as well, like proper cooking.

Aunty found it shocking that even her daughter's terrible cooking wasn't as bad as his. So that was saying something.

Dazai stopped using the windows as a way to enter the house

Actually there were a lot of positive changes in the house, at least for Sebastian and Mitsuki

They had SO much help in the kitchen. They wouldn’t let aunty do the cleaning and laundry though, that’d be rude and she’s basically on a vacation. She needs to relax!

Her favourite weapon of choice to discipline the mansion boys is her handy dandy jharu (broom).

She'd pass it to Mitsuki or Sebastian when they'd go wake up Napoleon. If he tried to do his sleep-kissing thing- he'd get one smack on his face with the broom.

Idk how she got it but she somehow has it so we roll with it okay?

random thoughts that had to be written down. they don't really make much sense but heyyy who cares?

I've brought back my taglist, fill it in if you're interested!!!

here's the link

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp comte #ikevamp mitsuki #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp headcanon #ikevamp headcanons #tani writes!!#ikevamp oc #well i think she's an oc????

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secretaccountlol · 1 year

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Exes to lovers with smut

Toxic peter a little bit crashing a date maybe?

Sigh… I got carried away with toxic Peter, sighhh!

So smutty ex to lovers angst you shall get!

18+! No minors!

I’m like the emo fairy godmother :3 enjoy!

Cw: unprotected sexy time, toxic Peter and toxic reader, yelling.

“I have a date with Flash tonight” you chewed your salad as you spoke with your friends.

“You have a date with Flash Thompson?!” You jump slightly, hearing your ex's voice behind you.

“Yes. Do you know him, Peter?” You grit your teeth twisting slightly to see the grimace on his face, not gonna lie it made you feel great.

“Yeah, we went to high school together. He was my bully actually.” Peter stated point blank, you just smiled.

“Awe, well you guess we’re just kids. I’m sure he’s changed.” And with that, you turned back around to face your friends.

You should have taken everyone’s advice to heart when they said ‘don’t date your coworker’ because now Peter basically makes your life hell at the daily bugle. Okay, that was an exaggeration but he definitely made you uncomfortable when you could feel him staring daggers into your soul.

Well, now that you think about you, you technically did take it to heart. You and Peter only started dating once he turned up at your doorstep soaking wet with rain and blood, in his Spider-Man suit. You spent that night keeping him from dying, somehow that made both of you fall for each other. But What was most shocking for you (still is to this day) was finding out the only reason why you're not Jameson's top photographer is because of Peter’s selfies.

Your work friends' giggles knocked you out of your thoughts as you frowned at them with dismay you just simply rolled your eyes, checking your watch.

Perfume, check. Purse, check. Phone, check.

You looked in the mirror, cute outfit, check!

You squealed as you read the message Flash sent you, even if the date didn’t turn out at least you’ll get laid.

Flash: I’m outside, ready when you are

Me: alright I’m on my way down.

You let out a puff of air before closing and locking the door.

“Hi, Flash!” You open his door sliding into the seat, flashing an award-winning smile.

“Oh well hello, beautiful.” You giggle as Flash kisses your hand before pulling away from your apartment.

“Hey by any chance, do you know a Peter Parker?” You reapplied your lipstick in the car mirror as you spoke.

“Oh god! ‘‘Puny Parker?’ “ Flash snickered, you glare but you're sure he can’t see it. “Well that’s not very nice, is it?” You pouted.

“Dude, yeah we go way back! Ha, we like wrestling a lot y’know! All in good fun.” Flash grinned.

Yeah.. all in good fun sure, maybe you won’t get laid today.

“Hey, we’re here.” Flash hummed as you looked at the restaurant.

“I’m gonna park, can you go ahead and grab our table? It’s under my name.” Flash states as you hop out of the car.

“Got it you can count on me” you gave him a thumbs up as you walked into the restaurant.

“Reservation for Flash Thompson.”

You hum yourself as you wait for your table to be cleaned, “Outside okay?” Your server asks and you nod as she leads you to the front of the restaurant.

“Thanks for getting the table, now where are we?” Flash sat down in front of you, grabbing his menu.

“Oh we were-“

You felt a gust of wind as a blur of red and blue flashed in front of you, there was no fucking way.

“Whoa?! Is- tha?” You hear a random lady exclaim as you try to close your eyes as tight as you can, he didn’t did he?

“Dude-“ you felt Flash reach to shake your arm. “Spider-Man freakin’ here at the restaurant!” Your eyes open to see Flash's face flush with astonishment.

You turn to see Spider-Man look straight at you, you quickly turn back around, “Babe! Spider-Man comin’ towards us.” You cringe trying to slide deeper into your chair.

“Ma’am?” You hear Peter speak in that bogus voice he puts on for Spider-Man.

“Babe! Babe! He’s talkin’ to you-! Spider-Man is talking to you!” You watched as Flash bounced up in the chair like a child.

“Yeah, I know, Flash.” You groaned, turning to face the oh-so-loveable-Spider-Man. “What do you want, spidey?” You smiled with venom.

“Well, ma’am. I need your assistance with something that cannot be discussed here.” Peter's voice bites back just as hard.

“Well, no can do spidey! I’m on a date, see?” You motioned to Flash’s dumbfounded face.

“No! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!!” You are seething as Flash turned to Spider-Man.

“Go ahead and take her Spider-Man! I don’t mind.” Flash boasted as you tried not to scream in anger.

“Thank you, kind citizen, I will not forget your sacrifice.” Spider-Man heroically replied as you rolled your eyes into hell.

Peter’s hands suddenly wrapped around your waist shooting a web leaving you screaming as you both flew in the air.

Peter leaned against the outside wall of your apartment as you unlocked the door. You let Nostalgia flow over you as you open your window next to your fire escape for Peter to crawl inside your room, he closes it behind himself.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Peter!” You screamed as he pulled his stupid-ass spider mask off his face.

“You are such a prick! What you just did was-was an abuse of power you know! You are so fucked up for that?! That was my first date in months, Peter!” You jammed your finger into his chest.

“You are such a-a toxic motherfucker you know that, Peter?!” You push him as that aggravating smirk showed on his perfect face.

“Are you done yet?” Peter chuckled, you pushed again.

“No! I’ll be done when I want to be done! You know what Peter Parker? I ha-“

Peter's lips pushed against yours in a searing kiss, his hands on your waist in a crushing grip.

His teeth graze your lip, asking for permission before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You pull away, trying to catch your breath.

“P-Pete- are you crazy?” You could feel yourself getting warm, you walked back attempting to put some distance between you two but failing, Peter was two steps closer with every step you took back.

“You can’t - just kiss me an-and expect me to just fall back into your arms again.” Your legs hit the back of your bed as Parker towered over you.

“Ya, I know that but I can try, can’t I?” Peter’s voice was low, it made you shiver with delight.

“You look pretty today, I mean you always look effortlessly pretty.” His thumb swiped over your lip, you bit him softly making him chuckle.

“I didn’t… intend on crashing your date btw, I just happened to be in the area. And I mean? My childhood bully? That’s a new low.” Peter’s hands rubbed your sides as he spoke.

You bit your lip, “Well, I didn’t know until today.” You let your hands run against the raised fabric of his suit.

“Yet you still went through with it?” Peter did a feigned pout, tapping his finger on your chin.

“Mm, partly because I wanted to get laid and also cus I wanted to irritate the shit outta you like you do to me every day at work.” You smirked.

“Oh well lucky you, you're about to get both wishes granted.” Peter hummed against your lips before capturing them again.

You let his hands explore your dress, his hand stroking the leg in the slit of your dress. “Can I?” His eyes search yours, those warm teddy bear eyes were now a dark void.

“Mm, yes. Zippers in the back.” You try not to giggle as he clumsily feels your back to pull your zipper, he steps back to watch your dress fall.

You watch as he goes slack-jawed as your fallen dress reveals your beautiful intricate lingerie.

It felt like if he touched you right now you’d burst into flames. You watched as his eyes traced the purple and blue flowers that dotted the dark purple bra.

“Matching pair?” Peter questioned.

You hummed in response.

“Barely even covers anything.” He scoffs.

You laugh, “Your turn bug boy” you shift your weight, as he pulls off the rest of his spidey suit.

“And you were gonna let Flash see this? Work of art?” Peter gritted out, throwing his pants somewhere in your room.

You scoff, “Yup.” Peter’s eyes were once again trained on you as he stalked closer again.

“He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve you.” His hands were placed once more on your hips, lips glided down your neck in soft kisses. Your arms wrap around his neck, sighing softly in delight. It’s hard to admit, but you missed this, you missed him.

“Oh? And you do?” You teased as Peter came back up for air.

“No.. not really, but I want to.” Peter’s hands held your face softly. You mumble his name as he lays you down, “I missed this” Peter’s fingers picked at your bra straps as he spoke, you lift for him to unclamp your bra.

His hands trace your bare chest, “I missed you.” Peter’s eyes gazed at yours, sometimes it could make you feel so much without words, it overwhelmed you.

“I know..” you muttered, running your fingers through his hair.

His hands trailed down to your panties, toying with the waistband as you nod allowing him to slip into them.

Soft sighs fell from your lips as he draws soft circles on your clit. “You’re so wet, I’ve barely touched you.” Peter chuckled, you smiled “Old habits die hard?” You shrugged, you could feel Pete vibrate with laughter.

“Mm, won’t be able to make smart-ass remarks like that after I’m done with you. “ Peter’s tongue peaked out behind his teeth as he spoke, you felt rip your panties.

“Peter!

His fingers prodded your hole before pushing their way into your hole, you hissed as they entered.

Peter’s mouth latched onto your clit as his pace began to accelerate, your back arched in response,

little sounds spilling from your mouth.

“Say you need me.. say you want me.” Though he was far away from your ears his words were close, soft like cotton.

“Peter..”

“Say it and I’ll make you see stars.”

“Mmhn…” you couldn't muster the words, you knew what it would mean, what it would do to you, to him.

“Peter please-“ your hands grip his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more friction at last he pulls away making you whine.

“Please Peter, I was so close” you whined, “You suck! You know that?” Peter kissed your lips, muffled your frustrations.

You bit your lip as he pulled away, pulling his cock out from his boxers. You braced yourself as you felt him poke your entrance before he agonizingly thrust into you. You whimper his name, pushing down on his cock, trying to find some relief.

“Peter, f-faster! “ you feel your eyes getting cloudy as you pout.

“Come on say it..and I’ll let you cum.” Peter’s voice was steady, his kisses gentle, you hated it.

“You- mm- stop it! Stop..Peter you can’t just expect me to take you back! Just like that..” you wailed, Peter's eyes softened, “ I can’t handle it! I can’t handle you.”

“I love you, Peter. I love you too much, that’s why I broke it off. I can’t be with you.” Your tears leak out as you speak.

“Why?” Peter wipes your tears away.

“Why? I'm scared. I’ve never- I’ve never. Felt like this before it’s scary. You’re scary, especially your job spidey.” Your breath quickens as you search his eyes for answers.

“I know, but we’ll- we’ll get through it.” Peter's hands locked with yours, “together.” You sighed, he did it. He pulled you back in, and you let him.

“Okay. But now you have to hold up the end of your deal! Make me cum!” You stuck your tongue out, making Peter giggle.

“Your wish is my command.”

Your legs dug into his back as he clutched your hips

Forcing you to take all his length in one motion.

“Fuck!” Your screams fueled his erratic thrusts as he fucked you into the bed.

“God, you sound so good-“ Peter moaned, “You feel even better..” you let out a broken moan in return, letting your legs go limp allowing him to toy with your clit again.

“Oh-! God..Pe-Peter” Your nails raked his chest as pumped into you, as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Stay with me, baby- almost there” Peter’s voice brings you back, you focus on him with hazy eyes.

“Mm, that’s it, focus on me. Just like that” Peter’s arrhythmic thrusts gain rhyme as his eyes drank yours in.

“P-ah!” You whimper as he brushes your g-spot.

“Shh, I g-gotcha.”

Your mouth was open, you could feel the drool slip down your cheek as you mewled.

“G-gon..cum..!” You sobbed, your back arching, you barely registered Peter’s ‘me too” before you were overwhelmed with sensations. Your body quivered as pussy throbbed as Peter kept fucking you through your high.

“Mmm- I’m! “ Peter groans as you throw your head back, his warm liquid crammed inside of you as he makes his final thrusts, collapsing on top of you.

You both take a minute to catch your breath.

Peter’s legs tangled in yours, “I’m sorry..” his hand brushed your face.

“For what? Crashing my date, making me your girlfriend..again. Or-“

“I was gonna say sorry for cumming in you but, yes I’m sorry for crashing your date.” Peter groaned, pausing for a moment ”But I’m not sure I can call the shots on the girlfriend thing.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “What?”

“You said ‘making me your girlfriend again.’ You broke up with me, so youuuu have to ask me to be your boyfriend.” Peter poked your nose, you try to bite his finger but those tricky spider senses made him pull back just in time.

“I am so not doing that.”

“Yes, yes you are!“

“Are not-!”

“Are to-!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“FINE!” You pouted. “Peter Parker.. willyoubemyboyfriend?”

“What?”

“Will.you.be.my.boy-frrieeend. Peter Parker.” You frowned, your cheeks felt hot.

“Mm, yes. I will. Try not to look so happy about it, haha.” Peter grins, planting a kiss on your lips.

Peter had truly won you over, again.

#peter parker smut #tasm!peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #tasm fic #peter parker oneshot #tasm andrew garfield #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #peter parker x reader smut

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trollprincess · 4 months

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Okay, so some of you might not know this because I did this before I returned to Tumblr from the bird site, BUT. Last year I dictated almost two entire books to my phone.

Let me explain. One of my jobs is a twelve-hour weekend night shift. Six PM to six AM Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so thirty-six hours with the other four hours paid just as long as we do the entire weekend. I first took it so I could have the rest of the week off, and then proceeded to go back to work at dog camp those days. For the most part, over the last five years, I have only have Mondays completely off solely because that’s when my therapy sessions are.

Anyway, my weekend job is full-time, dog camp is part-time. The weekend job is factory work, making helmets, a lot of which are for the military. (Which, as a pacifist, I manage to stomach because hey, it’s just protective gear.) The thing is, like a lot of manufacturing work, it’s boring and repetitive. Think about how bored you are after five or so hours of an eight-hour shift. Now imagine it’s one o’clock in the morning, you still have five hours to work, and you would literally rather shove nails in your eyes than work. It sucks.

Meanwhile, my free time is spent trying to work at my third job (making @disasterarea-podcast) and attempting to work on getting published. I had all these grand ideas about getting traditionally published back in my twenties, and now I’m 46 and I’m struggling just to come up with any ideas at all a lot of the time. Three jobs doesn’t help. Depression and anxiety don’t help. So for a while there, I had terrible writer’s block when it came to my novels.

So last year, I decided to try something. I have these massive baby-pink noise-canceling Bluetooth gaming headphones with a mic which I wear to work. Why not try dictating a first draft to my phone? Obviously it wouldn’t be exact, since voice-to-text dictation isn’t perfect under the best of situations, and certainly not with loud factory noises around you. But I tried it on dictating notes for my podcast a few times and it worked pretty well, all things considered. And a bad first draft is still a first draft.

So I figured, fuck it, and one night I just started dictating a story off the top of my head. No preparation, no outlining, no worldbuilding - just pantsing HARD with nothing but an annoyance following a Teen Wolf rewatch and a resolution not to edit until after I churned out a first draft.

It took fifty-one days.

Eighty thousand words or so later, I had a dreadful first draft which needed an absolute fuckton of editing and continuity correction and character work. BUT I had a finished first draft of a novel. Which is something I hadn’t had in a good long while.

So I tried it again for NaNoWriMo. I got up to 65k words. So I won NaNoWriMo, but I put the story aside because I hit a bit of a wall. Still! That’s almost two full fiction manuscripts in one year, AND the nonfiction memoir I wrote about my road trip to disaster sites during the pandemic. 2022 was a good writing year.

So I did what I do with first drafts and put them aside for a while. I knew they were awful. I knew they needed a ton of work. And maybe that was a tad intimidating, which is why I only JUST picked up the NaNoWriMo first draft to work on it and finish it off. It’s queer, it’s got time travel, it’s got disasters. It is right up my fucking alley. I may be just a tiny bit obsessed with that story.

Unsurprisingly, going through it now is taking more than a little while. I sit down, I spend an hour working on it, I maaaaaaybe get two paragraphs polished. If that.

But the fact that I’m working on ANY fiction is kind of remarkable. And fingers crossed, maybe I can get this damn thing, and the other manuscript, AND my road trip book, finished and polished over the next year so I can submit the fuck out of them.

NOW. Someone send me a twenty-pound bag of rooibos vanilla chai and ten pounds of red licorice laces. Mama’s gonna need it. *cracks knuckles*

#writing

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casualdadnomad · 6 months

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more silly college gaang headcanons! i made a post like this for the high school au a while back so i’m gonna revamp that with 🍂 college gaang in the autumn 🍁

masterpost 🐿️

fall weather enthusiasts: sokka, katara, mai, suki, zuko

absolute cold weather HATERS: azula, toph, ty lee, aang

aang tries not to be a hater in any aspect of his life but at the end of the day he is not built to be chilly !!!!!

toph just doesn’t like that shoes season is approaching for her

zuko despite being more tolerant of heat than most just likes to wear warm fall clothes

azula is a bitter hater as soon as the temperature drops under 60 degrees (me too)

aang is absolutely an iced pumpkin cold foam chai addict

the whole gaang spends a saturday going pumpkin and apple picking

they come back and carve pumpkins outside sokka and aang’s dorm building because sokka drove them to the pumpkin patch

toph commissions sokka to make the scariest face possible on her pumpkin. he makes it extremely cute.

as the resident artist on the team he does a lot of helping the rest of the gaang with their pumpkins

katara is way too much of a perfectionist with hers but it does pay off, she makes a perfect pumpkin

azula smashes hers because her carving was off center

she’s so me

aang tries to carve appa into his but it looks more like a huge blob and he is proud of it regardless

toph's hatred towards the cold translates to her not buying her own fall or winter clothes

"since when were you on a high school swim team" "this sweatshirt is katara's dont tell her"

she especially loves to steal merch for stuff she obviously didn't do / go to

south pole music festival 2023? sokka's. eras tour? ty lee's. ba sing se university one acts festival? zuko's.

cheerleader ty lee, color guard suki, and women's rugby toph all have sports in season and zuko and ty lee are working on the fall musical

everyone gets bundled up to go to the football games to see ty lee and suki every home game

every away game mai and sokka drive there to support their gfs as long as it's an hour or less away

everyone goes to see the fall musical too

even if ty lee isn't the lead and tbh there is something so special to me about ty lee in ensemble (me core)

they all see it at least once, sokka goes to every show to take pictures

none of them celebrate thanksgiving obviously but they do still get that break mid semester

maybe they're all from around the same place? maybe not? maybe the set up is exactly like it is in the atla universe and theyre from seperate corners of the world? but as of right now i don't think it matters

everyone visits iroh at zuko and azula's home for that mid semester break :)

they also visit hakoda and bato!

not toph's family though she actually doesn't tell them she even has a break

the gaang does a pie making contest in the communal dorm kitchen

they make a mess. they spend the same amount of if not more time cleaning this mess as they did actually baking.

the teams were pulled from a hat so we got sokka and toph, katara and zuko, aang and azula, and one group of three with mai, ty lee and suki

sokka and toph's pie was perfect because toph did not help

katara and zuko's was so incredibly disgusting

aang and azula's was not even recognizable as a pie and also on fire

the group of three also made a perfect pie

sokka and toph won because sokka made a lattice crust and no one else knew how to do that

okay this post is getting long so im gonna stop here ily have a great day !! thanks for reading :)

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bisexualbard-writes · 9 months

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For the ask game, 3! I would love hearing about any ideas that have been bugging you to write them!

OKAY so I've been sitting on this one for a few days trying to recall an idea I haven't already talked about.

Soooo omegaverse can be very hit or miss for me, and at one point I asked myself can I make hot, desperate, out of control heat sex a lil more… consensual than often portrayed?

So, in the Read More, we have omega!Kim who's suppressants aren't working and hired heat mate!Chay and they're figuring things out one heat at a time.

So Kim has been using too many suppressants for too long against doctor recommendation, and something something, he gets kidnapped and it's fine except he misses his normal suppressant regimen and suddenly his hormones or whatever are completely out of whack. This is definitely just a contrived reason to make Kim have to experience a handful of heats before he can get back on them. He thinks about just waiting it out, but they end much faster with the assistance of an alpha nearby - they don't even have to fuck, just having an alpha's pheromones nearby can help.

So he goes about trying to find the least alpha-like alpha to hire as a heat mate and ends up with Chay, a college student who likes being helpful and making people feel safe and comfortable and happy and also likes earning some extra spending money so he doesn't have to ask his brother for some.

As Kim interviews Chay, Chay asks Kim what would make him feel safe and comfortable during their time together, and Kim says something grumpy snarky like "I'm not going to feel safe unless you're caged and chained," and Chay is like, "got it! no problem!"

So before Kim's heat kicks in he shows up at Kim's house with handcuffs and a cock cage and a ball gag. He puts the cage on in front of Kim and gives Kim the only key, then puts his pants back on and tells Kim to cuff his hands and legs however he sees fit. So Kim cuffs him to the bed, but then they have to sit and talk for a bit before KIm's heat really sets in, and they end up talking about music and Kim starts to catch the feelings, then Kim gags him when it's time.

But their first time just ends up with Kim jerking off and fucking himself with dildos next to Chay, while Chay provides the pheromones Kim needs. It still takes a long time for Kim's heat to end because Chay can't actually get hard with the cage and that would provide more scent.

The next time Kim trusts him a little more, so he foregoes the gag and absolutely loses it when Chay tells him he's lovely and he's good.

So the time after that there's even more trust, and decides to forego the cage and the ankle cuffs. NOT TO FUCK, just to get those good pheromones he so desperately wanted. So of course, in the midst of his heat he's like "but what if I fucked Chay??" but Chay stops him because Kim didn't consent to it before hand and Chay really does want to fuck him, but he won't right now.

So after, Kim likes Chay even MORE. But he's also paying Chay for his help, and it's Not Cool to fall for the sex worker you hired, so he tries to hide it. Chay also likes Kim a lot, but he knows it's Not Cool to fall in love with your client, so he tries to hide it.

Anyway, each heat Kim allows Chay to do a little bit more, but then the time comes when Kim can go back on suppressants and it's Emotional. They're gonna have to Talk about things.

Anyway I wanted to torture Kim by making him have to ask for the things he wants, and also Chay being his delightful self and somehow still doming Kim even when he's the one tied up.

#ask game #fic ideas #i don't know that i could actually commit to writing this much smut #and I don't know that I could commit to writing this much omegaverse #but sometimes I think about this concept and it's fun!#also don't ask why I keep making chay a sex worker #i DON'T KNOW WHY IT KEEPS HAPPENING??#WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT ME?#other than that I like conflict and chaos and experienced Chay #aaand kim is a virgin in this #obviously

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3. 8. and 22.

(for ask game)

3. Screenshot or description of the worst take you have seen on Tumblr:

There have been many bad takes on Tumblr (and on social media in general). But I suppose when it comes to this show, it's any time I see someone express their views on a character in a manner that obviously puts other fans’ analyses down. Like, it isn’t the fact they view a character differently. It's the fact that they feel the need to belittle a different interpretation to make their point. If you need that, is it a great take?

I won't get into specifics, because the few I have seen this from do actually have interesting takes. It's just the way they feel the need to write them passive aggressively. This seems to mainly happen with Kim meta, but I occasionally see it with Vegas meta too.

8. Common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about:

Bahaha, I wrote myself into a corner with the response to question 3! 😂 I guess I am going to go with Korn and Gun. Both are viewed with a lot of hate, and rightfully so. But I also think they are products of their environment and have a lot of layers to them. And overall - at least from what we have witnessed solely in the show - I feel like Gun is more redeemable than Korn, despite Korn being a better father. Can't forgive him for what he did to Namphueng, Pat, Porsche, and Chay. He literally destroyed a family. I think Gun being under the impression they were all dead, losing the mother of his children, and likely being abused himself was what made him abusive. While I have no doubts Korn also carries a lot of trauma that plays into who he became, I also feel like his worst actions can't be viewed with any compassion like Gun's potentially could. Don't get me wrong, perpetuating the abuse cycle is NOT okay or excusable. But unfortunately, it can potentially be a reality that abuse victims who don't have help, resources, or healthy outlets end up re-enacting. There is an explanation for his worst crimes. There is no explanation for Korn's, nor will he ever offer a truthful one.

22. My favorite part of canon everyone else ignores:

I don't know if everyone ignores it, but I love that Arm is working multiple guard positions? Boy does surveillance, builds and distributes weapons, designs high tech spy gear, and goes on missions with Kinn (which is sort of dumb in hindsight because he is one of the main people holding that compound together). On top of that, he was the first one to tend to Big when he was shot, implying he has some medic or strong first aid knowledge, led the clean up crew after Tawan set off the bomb, and then built bombs of his own for the attack on the compound later on.

He does all of this, and still manages to be a guard to Tankhun, who is likely the safest yet most emotionally demanding family member. And he seems committed to that position. I am sure Arm could easily be removed from Tankhun's team. He has plenty of other work demands, and he better be the highest paid guard other than Chan. Yet he chooses to stay with Khun along with all of those duties. Hm. Love that for him though.

#ask game #asks #kinnporsche asks

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ohanny · 8 months

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dangerous romance: main couple mania ep. 1

so i love how sailom's instroduction is this is a budgeting king, in debt eating stolen rice porridge. he has a very pre-kinn broke ass porsche-chay dynamic with his brother (?) which is very sweet and also means it won't last five minutes.

oh okay so we get this ship sailing with a wall slam and a classic "do you understand my father funds your scholarship you poor piece of trash" and alksdflkfj

i know i am supposed to see sailom as the victim but he is like full on pete-ing this. he never breaks eye contact. he is like daring kanghan to escalate with his entire body and kanghan did not just go full "since you're my class mate i will be generous and forgive you if you get down on your knees" like that is a) spicy as fuck what the hell and b) going to backfire so hard

HE DID NOT JUST BOW 90 DEGREES JUST TO SPIT ON KANGHAN'S SHOES AND WALK AWAY WITH A SMIRK

he is puzzled by both sailom's actions and by what is happening inside his uniform shorts

honestly, kanghan is the villain here but i struggle to take him seriously as the bad guy because perth a) always looks like he is about five seconds away from bursting into tears and b) has bangs that form a literal heart. no matter how nasty kanghan tries to be - and he tries a lot - the inherent bitch baby-ness just shines through.

literal heart bangs what did i say

this entire car shop sequence is just pure gold for so many reasons. 1. kanghan shows up in his business leather pants looking like he walked off the set of enhypen's blessed-cursed music video and he's driving a mercedes. like honestly, with all that talk i was expecting a lamborghini. 2. sailom's boss actually like... needing some evidence instead of just bending over backwards to please a rich client 3. sailom fucking uno reversing that credit card sneak and humiliating kanghan with the smuggest lil good boy smile and THAT is why chimon is the ultimate snake-cat like he has a face made for scheming.

i am really loving sailom because he keeps his head, is really resourceful and will not take any shit. boy does not hesitate to drag this bastard for filth every chance he gets, beating kanghan in his own game without ever stepping down from the high road.

ooh, we are meeting kanghan's family and they are... both not as trash but also as trash as i expected? like i kinda thought more mafia vibes but if laws of attraction - and real life - has taught me anything it is that politicians are garbage.

on the surface his dad seems almost a jolly good fellow but the conversation with this random girl just confirmed there is something so much darker lurking under the surface. as much as it hurts to have a hyper critical parent, having one who has seemingly completely given up on you can be just as bad.

he's basically been called stupid twice in under five minutes. someone save him.

sailom will not be fooled by a shady ass phone call and neither will he leave a friend behind. this boy will not be distracted by tits with a side of toast. he is a man on a mission.

the way i gasped when i saw this court set up and i have so many questions. do the students just have a cardboard gotham in the basement or - based by the fact we see loose boxes and a shopping cart - did kanghan build this just to prove how big his dick is to sailom ???

chimon's acting is honestly a+ and he is carrying this show. the tension! the absolute rage that is bleeding through! the way he doesn't have to go big with gestures and expressions to convey everything sailom is feeling perfectly - and not just that. you know what sailom is feeling AND you can see his brain working.

kanghan, sweetie, you might want to take a moment and reflect on your obsession with getting this boy out of his clothes and making him kneel.

not gonna lie, i kinda saw this move coming because tropes but god was it satisfying :D the reactions of kanghan and sailom's friends are hilarious (10/10 i am evil tea, he totally ships it) and then the camera pans and you can see all these bystanders just standing stock still, filming giving major horror movie vibes and aaaaaaah

side notes:

i love how his best friend is just "auto." like his parents were "we are poor, naming the kid a vehicle will be fine. no need to bring brands into it."

auto's mom is an actual queen

the teachers are so fucking infuriating but also, that is kind of a sad truth? even when it's not like RICH rich people involved. like for too many adults, it is easier to it off as kids being kids and boys being boys over having to deal with the why and the parents and the drama of it all.

i was bullied in school so like this bubble tea waterboarding makes me feel some type of way? like some of the bullying is very oof-spicy-trope but a lot of it is actually cruel and i really wouldn't recommend this show to anyone who gets triggered by stuff like school violence.

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance ep 1 #kanghan x sailom #episode recap reaction whatever #this show is gonna become a guilty pleasure i can tell #can't wait to witness kanghan's journey into being pathetic

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2, 27, 34 ✨

("be nosy" questions)

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

That post you sent me and stoned Steddie friends to lovers. You sent it in DMs instead of asks, you clever fiend, but I’m gonna post here what I said there…

I like Steve getting high and his caretaker side really coming out. Just a little bit at first, always asking Eddie if he wants anything and then immediately getting whatever he impulsively asks for. And they both like it, so they both keep leaning into it more and more, until Steve reaches the feeding Eddie in his lap stage and calls him perfect and announces in a floaty sort of way that they "should be boyfriends, shouldn't we be boyfriend Eds? Then I could take care of you all the time." And nothing really happens then, because Eddie has his mouth full and is this close to falling asleep, but as soon as they've napped and sobered up Eddie is like, "Hey... did you mean it?" and Steve is like, "Uh, if you want me to mean it, then yes. If you don't... still yes, but I can keep it under wraps until I get over—" He's interrupted by a lap (very) full of Eddie Munson and lots of enthusiastic kisses. ❤️

It works the other way too, maybe Steve gets a little pouty when he's high and wants stuff but doesn't want to get up and get it himself so he whines and asks if Eddie will do it for him. (Also does this for when he needs to pee, and every time Eddie is just sort of like "I'd try if I could, man, but I don't think it works that way" in the most blazed voice possible.) But like, Eddie cannot resist that pouty face, and he always goes way overboard on getting Steve a LOT of whatever he asked for. Eventually they get to "Eddieeeee, feed it to me" and Steve kissing his fingers and Eddie is going to COMBUST but he keeps trying to cover it by getting the next mouthful ready until Steve just straight up demands that he kiss him already, dammit.

Why does Steve seem to take the lead in both scenarios, you might wonder? Idk, typically in my head Eddie is more afraid of scaring Steve off, while Steve is actually a lot more self-accepting than anyone seems to expect and goes from brief bisexual awakening to “Okay so I’ve realized I love you, want to do something about that?” surprisingly fast. Tentative or confident wink add-on is optional.

27. What’s your pet peeve?

This is very much an irl thing—people saying something or asking me a question and then getting annoyed if I don’t respond as immediately as they think I should. Sometimes I just need some extra seconds to process, jeez!

34. What’s your coffee order?

I can’t do coffee, it makes my soul vibrate out of my body and I become an unsafe driver that strikes fear into my unwitting passengers’ hearts. So, sadly, I have not indulged in venti mocha chip frappuccinos since high school. 😔

Give me a chai latte any day though, hot or iced or (on very special occasions) frapped.

#scoops scoop #scoops words #wg steddie #chubby eddie munson #chubby steve harrington #ask #hotluncheddie #my partner in crime

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High Cheng - Xu Minghao x Reader StonerAU (On-Going) Chapter Three

What happens when you get dragged to your best friends boyfriends party and end up getting high with a hot stranger, whom you got along with very well, only to realise the next day, you never got his name?

PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.

Read Chapter One: All Big Parties Suck

Read Chapter Two: A Smoking (hot) Stranger

CHAPTER THREE: A Cry Fest

MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: Drug Usage, College Party, Mentions of SA, Mentions of Cheating/Being Cheated On, Smoking

"You know what, sure. I'll take some hits from your joint."

"Cool." He takes one more hit before passing the half smoked joint towards me. I reach to grab it when he says "Nah uh, take a hit from my hands. It'll ease you back in better."

Yeah right. Definitely not how that works but, screw it. I take a hit and let the affects take over me.

"This shit is good! This the stronger stuff?"

"Mhm, I normally smoke the usual, but I needed something stronger to get me through this shithole of a party." He replies, taking another hit before offering me another.

"Yeah, I get that."

"Why'd you come anyways?" I take another hit. "Not that it's a bad thing. It's just like, you don't seem to know anyone here, and I have no idea who you are. You don't seem like the type to crash parties on the regular."

"You'd be right." I say as I exhale the smoke in my lungs watching him take another hit. "I was dragged here by my best friend. Her boyfriend's here since his old roommate is the one hosting and she wanted me to be here in case something happened. But after meeting this old roommate, she saw her boyfriend and I didn't feel like being a third wheel the whole time."

"Chai? I had no idea he had a new girlfriend"

"You know him?"

"Of course I do, I mean Shua's not his only ex-roommate."

"Oh, yeah right! I forgot you live here... and that this is your room." Gosh, I'm an idiot at some points.

"Yeah, this is my room. Speaking of my room. Whats the real reason you were in here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why were you crying?" he asks. Fuck. So he saw that.

"I wasn't crying!" I say defensively. As long as he didn't see what happened with the asshole Jack.

"Sure you weren't." He takes another hit, the roll shrinking as it burns more and more by the second. "Then explain the obvious tear stains on your face."

I remain silent, unsure if I should talk about it so freely.

"Look, you don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna. But I'm just saying, ranting to a stranger helps out more than you think. And I like to think I'm a good listener. But if you don't wanna, that's fine. We can chat about whatever you want to. Plus we're both high, it's not like the conversations gonna go boring."

"It's just that..." I pause, worried that if I continue to talk I might start to cry again.

"Hey!" He moves closer to me, moving his hand to lightly grab my chin, moving my face to stare at him. "It's okay to not feel okay. It's perfectly fine if things affect you, a lot of things will affect everyone. It doesn't make you less of a person for letting your emotions out. It does however stunt yourself from growing into a stronger person if you hold all that emotion in until it bottles up and explodes."

My heart feels like it going a million miles an hour. His touch, his words, the smell of the smoke wafting around, the buzz I'm feeling from said smoke. It's getting to be too much. But, he makes me feel safe. This total stranger, someone I've never met, someone who's balcony I am sitting in, someone who's sharing their joint with me, someone who is so willingly letting me rant to him about my problems without any judgement or butting in, just listens. Someone who finally makes me feel safe.

"Okay."

"Huh?" He removes his hand from my chin, my skin tingling, missing the feeling of his touch.

"I'll talk about it with you."

"Good, it'll help you, trust me."

"I do. Despite you being a total stranger."

He laughs a little in agreement before quieting down taking another joint out of his little container, lighting it and then offering me the first hit. I take the hit and exhale as I prep myself for the story about to come.

Time Skip: Y/N explaining the whole situation between Jack (A/N: I am not re-writing that whole section)

"So, yeah. That's how I ended up in your room. Which I am still very sorry for barging in by the way."

"No! No no, it's all good. I'm glad you found an empty room and didn't leave. If you left I wouldn't have a new smoking buddy."

I laugh a little, then I laugh even more. And suddenly I'm crying again. I can feel the tears falling down my face at a rapid pace, the snot running from my nose. The emotions finally overflowing from the metaphorical bottle that I've been stuffing my problems in to.

"Woah, woah! Hey. Hey! Look at me." I look up at him, the tears still pouring. "It's okay, don't worry. I'm here." He gets off his bean bag and moves to sit on mine, moving his arms to wrap around me, providing much more comfort than I ever thought a person could give. "You wanna know something?" I nod in a small motion, trying to stop myself from crying more. "You are who you are because of these tough matters in your life. Everything that Jack guy said is not true. Especially if you believe it not to be. You are who you choose to be. And from the little time we have spent together, you have chosen to be everything thats right in this world. We aren't perfect, and that's okay. We shouldn't have to be. What that asshole said to you has nothing to do with the way you dress, your smile, or your personality. And it is absolutely not your fault." He tightens his hold on me and I move closer to his chest, burying me face into his shirt.

"Thank you." I mumble into his chest.

He pulls away from the embrace, my body missing the way he held me. He moves to once again grab my chin, moving my face so that we maintain eye contact. "Any time. And I mean that. I know we met not long ago, and I know that you might not feel comfortable with me. But I want you to know I truly care for you. From the bottom of my heart. And I hope we can become friends in the future." He says, using his thumb to wipe away the tears remaining on my face.

"Me too. I don't know why, but I feel safe with you. From the minute we met. I just felt safe with you."

"I'm glad. You know, maybe we should stop being strangers?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I mean, lets introduce ourselves." He moves to no longer face my directly, still sharing the bean bag with me. "I live here. Obviously. I'm roommates with Joshua which I assume you've already met."

"Oh, yeah, Bible Boy? We meet not too long ago."

He laughs. "Bible boy? Gosh I didn't realise that name would stick. I told him to stop carrying a bible with him everywhere around the campus."

"Wait? He actually carried one with him everywhere? I thought it was just some stupid joke."

"Nope! He claimed he had to have it around him because he lecturer for bible and religious studies would pop up out of nowhere and if he saw any of his studies without a bible, they would automatically fail the class."

"Shit, did he keep up with it the whole course?"

"Nah, he dropped out half way through. Claims it was like he was studying to enter a cult, something along the lines of how it isn't actually teaching about religion or spiritualities but more some cult work shit."

"Mmmm."

"Enough about Shua! What about you?"

"Well... I feel like you know a fair chunk about me already."

"I guess but not really. I mean, what courses are you in?"

"I'm going for a major in psychology with a minor in medicinal biology. So stuff like psychological analysis of the human brain. I wanna be a neuroscientist but that probably not gonna happen." (A/N: Feel free to change this to fit you better, I've just put this here as something.)

"I feel like you could. You just gotta try."

"I just realised, I never got your name."

"Oh, yeah. That's kinda important to break the fact we are strangers."

We both laugh.

"I'm Ming-"

The stranger gets cut off by the door slamming open. We both turn our heads and see Nayeon, her face red from what I can assume is her trying to rub away the tears that are continuing to fall down her face, her once tan body now pale.

"N/N? I'm sorry if you're with a guy or something, but can we please go." she says in a timid yet loud enough for us to hear her from the balcony.

The stranger and I get off the bean bag and hurriedly make our way over the the disheveled Nayeon.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? What happened?" I quickly move closer to her to embrace her in a tight hug. Her tears start to fall even quicker, her sobs getting louder as she cries into my shoulder.

"He cheated on me."

"What? Who? Chai?"

"Yeah. I went to grab us a refill of our drinks and got caught up chatting with an old friend I saw there." She takes a deep breath, trying to control her tears, however it doesn't work as she starts to sob once again, unable to continue her sentence. I look over to see the hot half-stranger looking around for tissues. He finds a box and hands them to me. I pull a few out and wipe away her tears as he motions for me to move her to the bed, letting her feel more comfortable. I smile weakly, silently thanking him for being so kind towards us, despite us now both having barged into his room. I move her towards the bed, letting her sit down.

"It's okay, take your time." I say reassuringly.

She takes another deep breath. "I was chatting with my friend when I realised 10 minutes had already gone by, so I excused myself and made my way back to him. When... When." I rub her back, in hopes of providing comfort. "When I see these two girls all over him. At first I was expecting him to push them away. But then he didn't and I couldn't move. Instead I just stayed there frozen, listening in. And then.. he... they... They asked him to have some fun with him... and he agreed...he kissed them, touching them all over, saying they couldn't do it right now because his 'clingy girlfriend' was still here. Then he said he would try and get me to leave so that they could continue sooner."

The room was quiet after that.

"I'm gonna to hurt him." A voice broke the silence. The stranger's voice to be exact.

Nayeon looks at me, still shaken up by the previously explained situation, however now slightly confused by this man defending her.

"I just met him today, he is a good person, trust me." I whisper to her, not quite wanting to explain everything that went down.

"I swear, I'll hurt that son of a bitch." The stranger continues about to barge out of the door.

I let go of Nayeon to quickly grab onto the stranger, stopping him from moving further.

"No need."

"Why? He's clearly hurt your friend and-"

"You won't need to because the second you get down those stairs, he will already be dead. By my fucking hands. That asshole!"

"No! Please N/N, can we just leave? I don't wanna create a whole thing about it."

I look at her. The pain in her soul showing through her entire body. She's right. I should just take her home.

"I'll drive both of you." the stranger offers.

"You can't, we were both smoking."

"I'll order you both an Uber."

"There's no-"

"No. I will order you both an Uber home. It's the least I can do... You both haven't had the best experience at this party and it's my duty to make sure the guests are treated well considering it's my house."

"Thank you."

We all walk downstairs, the stranger getting us an Uber as I tell him the address to Nayeon's house.

The Uber thankfully arrives quickly so there is no silence and we get inside and say our goodbyes.

"Tell Chai that they are over for me?" I quickly request the stranger.

"Of course. If you need anything please just let me know."

"Thank you."

I get inside the Uber and make sure Nayeon has her seatbelt on, nice and safe, before wrapping my arms around her to keep her within my body heat and embrace as we remain that way throughout the drive back to her house, her slowly falling asleep in my embrace as we near her house.

When we reach, she is fully knocked out, the left over tears staining her face. So, I decide to piggy back her to her bed, change her into more comfortable clothes and prepare some water and a small snack to leave on her bedside table.

I sigh, looking back at her as I make my way out her room, turning off her lights and closing her door, "Sleep well Nayeon." I say solemnly.

I close the door behind me and make my way to her couch, pulling out my phone scrolling on social media, before finally succumbing to slumber myself.

A/N: Please give me feedback on my writing! Two more chapters are posted (as of 23rd Feb 2024) however, the story is on-going.

This book is still in the works, and I desperately want to finish it this year. However, I'd like to make everyone aware of three issues. a) There are only three chapters published right now as I want to receive feedback from my audience on my writing style and plot building. Despite having been writing for many years, I am not confident in the style that I use for my stories and would appreciate constructive critique to help me improve future chapters. After a month of posting the chapters, further content will be added throughout this trail, I will collect the feedback, delete this section of my disclaimer, and apply my audience's feedback. Second, I am in my final year of school, therefore school comes first. Furthermore, my weekly schedule is extremely hectic, so many of these will be written during my rare free time or at times when most people are sleeping (don't worry, I will prioritise my health). Finally, this book covers mature issues like as drug usage, smoking, alcohol use, cheating, references to SA, and more. These will all be addressed at the start of the chapter so that you are aware in case triggers arise. Furthermore, I have never used drugs or any of the other topics discussed in this book, so I apologise if anything is incorrect.

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.

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