#like??? hellooo????? why are you treating it like it’s my fault that i have to pay upwards of $24 (at least) to get home???

[deus-ex-mona]

kawareeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~~~

#(aka me when my acid burns randomly start throbbin’ when i bend over :( it’s very inconvenient) #in other news ​this week absolutely s u c k s can i trade it in for a better one— #first there was that acid spill. which. like. ouch???? but the mark is still there and is apparently very obvious. which sucks #then the day after the acid attack™️ meself and one other guy were called out under the assumption that we were doing unnecessary overtime #with the ‘unnecessary’ part running off the basis that there’s a low sample volume bc one single monday had fewer samples than usual #and we were singled out j u s t because our taxi claims for last month were through the roof due to the fact that we live across the country #like??? hellooo????? why are you treating it like it’s my fault that i have to pay upwards of $24 (at least) to get home??? #and??? excuse????? why are you extrapolating the previous day’s sample volume to the previous month’s workload as a whole???? #but. m a n. the way the mildly higher up lady abruptly shouted at me for asking a question just. pissed me off. for some reason. #she was talking in circles regarding the future of our taxi claims #so i asked if we (now) had to submit a second claims form for the transport company dudes to compensate us #and she yelled at me to stop talking before i could finish :( sadded and annoyed tbh #though i get the feeling that she hasn’t liked me ever since i left some results she asked for between her desk and some other guy’s desk #and someone else had placed their notebook or sth atop it so she couldn’t find it. and she blamed me for it. ha. #that was a few weeks ago though. so. hm. i wonder if she’s still mad about that… #either way. i applied for a couple of jobs that are closer to my place bc screw travelling across the country for an hour every day #s c r e w hour-long train rides i’d rather sleep #i prolly won’t even get the other jobs but. oh well. that’s life ig

[eddiesghxst]

hellooo! the idea of eddie absolutely hating carnivals has been tossing around in my head for so long so i wrote this :)

this was heavily inspired by Hearts Aglow x Weyes Blood and is definitely not proof read

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: eddie munson x henderson step-sibling!reader

summary: you and Eddie like love each other and Eddie hates carnivals.

contains: gn!reader, secret relationship trope, eddie being down bad, carnival shenanigans, mentions of oral, lots of fluff, and eddie in his lover era <3

word count: 1.6k

-masterlist-

Eddie is pretty. He’s so pretty with pink and blue and yellow hues dancing across his face, carnival lights twinkling in his brown eyes. He’s got sprinkles of glitter in his hair that he will surely be bitching about later on, and his lips are tainted red from a cherry-flavored snow cone.

You want nothing more than to smear your lips across his and taste them for yourself, but you’re stuck admiring from afar, poking your straw at the watered-down strawberry slushie in your cup.

Eddie believes that carnivals are nothing but money-sucking machines. The games are rigged, the rides are without a doubt hazardous, the food is overpriced and shitty, and there are hundreds of sticky, obnoxious kids running around like they have no home training. Eddie hates carnivals with every bone in his body, but he’ll be damned if he misses out on any chance to be around you.

You and Eddie are…well you’re something. You haven’t quite established exactly what your relationship is with Eddie. You hang out a lot, and you go out to watch movies, and you hold hands, and you kiss, and you might’ve sucked him off in the back of his van a few times, but Eddie hasn’t asked you to be anything serious yet. It’s not exactly his fault, he would’ve asked you a long time ago, but you asked him to go slow and ‘let’s just be careful for now. I don’t want Dustin finding out just yet.’

So…you’re not quite dating but you’re not not dating either. You’re feeling it out. You want to be sure about your feelings with Eddie and you want him to be sure about his feelings with you; because once Dustin finds out there is no going back. And you’d hate to be the reason why your (step) brother loses such a dear friend.

Eddie agreed to go slow and he agreed to keep it between just the two of you for now, but jesus christ, he can’t stand not being able to touch you and hold you and openly admire you in the ways he wants to.

He misses you and you’re less than thirty feet away. 

There’s a small stuffed animal in Eddie's hands when he walks up and sits next to you on the bench. It’s a miniature pink dolphin, the best he could get with a lousy shot. 

You glance at him and smile, “Hi, stranger.” Eddie smiles back and passes the dolphin to you, you trade him for your slushie and snicker. “I thought you’d pick the shark.” 

Eddie shakes his head, and peers down at the drink in his hand as he swishes it around. “It’s not for me.” He takes a sip of your drink and you watch as he smacks his lips together, letting the taste of the sugary treat settle in. “This tastes like shit.”

You snort, bumping your knee against his, nearly breathless at the sight of Eddie’s smile. “Because it’s watered down, genius.” Despite his previous display of distaste, Eddie takes another sip of your drink and you smile as you watch. Your fingertips dig into the plush toy; you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair, push his bangs back and kiss the arch of his eyebrow.

You push your knee against his once more and he looks over at you. “Thank you for my gift.” It’s almost pathetic, how giddy you get when Eddie dotes on you. He once drew a sun on your hand and you could barely tear your gaze away from it for the rest of the day. It nearly ripped you apart when the ink rubbed off in the shower.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I would've gotten you one of those huge stuffed animals, but those games are shitty pieces of money laundering thieves.”

You laugh as Eddie kicks at a rock beside his foot, mumbling a few curses under his breath. Just as Eddie begins to add to his rant, a couple walks past you, an oversized bunny draped across one of their shoulders. You and Eddie watch as they stroll by, and you fail to hold back a laugh. “Are the games rigged or do you just have poor aim?” You tease, to which Eddie snickers and responds, “I’m sure you know enough about my aim.”

The back of your hand meets Eddie’s shoulder in a warning slap and he giggles like a teenage boy. 

You fall silent for a moment and Eddie melts into the feeling of your leg pressed against his. “Why don’t we go get something to eat? I know a place with better drinks than…whatever this is.” Eddie grimaces down at the drink and you roll your eyes. “We can’t just leave—” “Why not? Harrington and Buckley are here.” 

You glance at him, and you can’t bear to watch the way his shoulders sink with the reminder of your reality. “Right, forgot about that for a second.” He sighs. You press your lips together before taking in a breath, turning to him, “Yeah, but you also haven’t taken me on the Ferris Wheel yet.”

Eddie gazes at you for a moment before turning to look at the large spinning wheel. He turns back to you and lifts a brow, “You expect me to get on that thing?” And you’re rolling your eyes and ushering Eddie to stand up and follow you before your friends can notice your disappearance. He complains but follows anyway, “You know they built this shit overnight right? Does that sound remotely safe to you?” 

You let out a breathy laugh with a shake of your head, “Eddie, you smoke two packs a day and drink Jolt Cola like your life depends on it. That shit’ll kill you quicker than this ten-minute ride on a wobbly Ferris Wheel.” And well, Eddie can’t argue with you on that, so he sucks it up and follows you onto the ride.

Once you're on the ride, your body is pressed against Eddie’s as it begins, slowly and slowly inching you up to the top. You’re busy watching the scenery but Eddie, for the most part, is busy watching you. When you glance over at him, you become shy of his gaze and smile, pointing over his shoulder so he can turn to see the sunset. Eddie watches in silence for a moment before he speaks, “This might be the first time the sight of Hawkins doesn’t make me wanna gag…”

Eddie turns to you and winks, nudging you as he speaks “But I think that’s just because you’re here.”

You gaze at him for a minute before tilting your head, “Eddie Munson, are you flirting with me?”

Eddie hums, raising his shoulder to dramatically shy away from you as he twirls a piece of his hair with his free hand. “I’m not that obvious, am I?” His eyes shine with adoration and mischief.

You hum, tilting your head back and forth in faux thought, “Obvious? No. Cheesy? A million times yes.” “Come on that was good. You’ve gotta admit that was good.” Eddie scoffs when you shake your head no before replying, “It’ll just inflate that big head of yours.” And Eddie’s lightly pressing the entirety of his large hand against your face, playfully pushing you away as you giggle. 

You grasp his wrist to pull it away and Eddie thinks you’ll drop his hand, but he’s gladly mistaken when you lace your fingers with his. Your heart skips a beat at the familiar feeling of his rough, calloused fingertips pressed against the back of your hand. Whenever he’s spent long hours shredding his guitar, Eddie makes a show of holding his fingers up in front of you and wiggling them until you gently grasp his wrist and press careful kisses to each of his sore fingertips.

Eddie’s voice is gentle and steady when he speaks, “What happened to being careful?” Your eyes meet his and for a moment, you don’t even remember that you’re on a spinning wheel, you only know you’re here with Eddie. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.” You admit. 

His eyes are soft and silky pools of brown as they dart all over your face, searching for any sign of hesitation. “What about your brother? Our friends—” “Nothing matters when you’re 50 feet above Hawkins, Indiana.”

It’s your last trip around the Ferris Wheel before the ride ends, and Eddie refuses to wait in the line again and you’re looking at him like he’s a sky full of stars, so of course he kisses you. It’s slow and gentle and he wants to keep kissing you until his lungs shrivel up inside of him from lack of air. His hand cradles your jaw and he smoothes a thumb over your cheek when he pulls away.

The ride is almost over and you’re sad to have to return to your friends and be pulled away from Eddie. “Will you come over tonight?” You ask before the ride ends. Eddie had been waiting for you to ask, he’s been thinking about it all night. He tries not to sound too excited, but he’s got a shit-eating grin plastered on his face when you look at him, “Leave the window open?” “Bring some smoke and I'll think about letting you stay the night.” You tease, giggling when Eddie feigns offense.

As you step off the ride, you already want nothing more than the night to end, already missing the warmth of Eddie’s touch. But when you rejoin your friends and glance towards Eddie, he winks at you and you’re positive that you will sneak in at least two more secret rides before the end of the night.

#she’s ready now <3 #i was feeling soft today :)) #eddie munson x reader #drabble #eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie munson x gn!reader #gn!reader

[stemms]

Dreams pov “ so the avian or as they go by Tommy has been screaming at me for the last three hours that they need more space but I don’t see why the room I have given him isn’t enough he has food water a bathroom I even gave him a more comfortable bed and some extra things for his bedroom I’m giving him so much care and he just refuses it if he keeps this up I might have to take away flying privileges for a while see how he likes that “ (hellooo it’s a part 2 for alien prime:3)

I’m going insane so much /pos,,, Thank you for sharing more info!

c!Tommy from your AU is literally the embodiment of the phrase “a bird in a gilded cage”, I’m losing my mind /pos,,,

c!Dream not understanding the concept of boundaries and personal space is very in-character. He provided c!Tommy with the bare minimum and thinks it’s enough, completely ignoring the fact that he literally kidnapped the boy, and freedom is what he needs the most. Perhaps somewhere in the future, c!Dream tried to gaslight c!Tommy into thinking that he only did it to protect him, since he was the last surviving avian. Maybe he made up some outside threat to make the boy feel unsafe, and depend on him more. If c!Tommy tried to resist his manipulation, the man would certainly guilt-trip him for not appreciating his “benevolence” and “care”.

c!Dream’s morals fascinate me in particular. He could either be aware of the harm he brings to c!Tommy but purposefully ignoring it, delusionally believing that he does nothing but good to him, or even both.

Do c!Prime speak the same language? Because if not, it would make it even easier for c!Dream to treat c!Tommy as nothing more than a pet. And even if they do, I guess c!Dream could still see the boy this way because of their differences, and his wild behaviour. I can imagine c!Tommy getting frustrated about being treated as a pet and every time he’d bring it up, c!Dream would have the same answer: “If you want to be treated like a human being, act like one.”

Considering that c!Dream is keeping c!Tommy in a room and probably doesn’t have any plans on letting him out, I don’t think he considered letting him fly anyway, so it rather shows that he created an illusion of choice for c!Tommy. If he had behaved, he would’ve been allowed to fly, but he was deprived of it, and it was his own fault… When in reality, c!Dream just needed a reason to punish and make the boy depend on him more.

#ask #zgmoony #bird archive #dsmp #c!primeboys #c!dream #c!tommy #tw obsessive behaviour #tw possessive behaviour #tw implied abuse #tw kidnap mention

[penofpenguin]

Hellooo!!! ❤️❤️❤️

This is my first time requesting hehe

Can you do a one shot of Ruggie x fem!reader (non-mc)? The reader is 2nd year, and can be in whatever dorm you want :DD

Reader (Ruggie's lover) is a very rich spoiled brat. She's all about being a fashionista, and living the fancy life. She boasts and gloats about her being rich to everyone. But never to Ruggie. He is an exception. She loves him dearly and would never dare to judge him. She also has a high ego.

So here's the scenario: Everyone in NRC was getting tired of reader's snarky attitude. And they all complain to Ruggie how reader is being a brat to them and begs him to talk her into being nicer. He understands and tries to talk to her later on. But, due to reader's very high ego— she doesn't listen to him and they begin arguing. With Ruggie having enough with her attitude, he snaps at her and ignores her for a few days. Until reader has finally learned her mistake, she tries to apologise to Ruggie (You can write how they make up in this scene :D) And can you add in the ending— a short scene of where Ruggie tries to teach the reader to be nice :>

So sorry if this is long. I hope you get it, this idea has been in my head for so long now😭

Welcome to Tumblr requesting anon :DD

I am more than delighted to do this request it is absolutely wholesome sjjsjs. Hope you like this one! I didn't mention any dorm so you can get creative.

Content Warnings: You're mean, Homeless child mentioned, Violence mentioned but not taken in action, Angry Riddle

Ruggie tries telling his spoilt!s/o to tone down on the entitlement.

Ruggie x spoilt!F!reader

Enjoy!!

You had it all.

Money, money and money. You were really rich and got everything that you wanted. A pony? yours. A castle? yours. You got what you wanted every single time that you descended into entitlement.

You probably got into Night Raven College because of the money and bribes Crowley accepts.

Even if you thought you were the popular girl, everyone hated you...but one.

Ruggie Bucchi. Ironic isn't it?

A spoilt rich girl like you who gets what she wants on her fingertips and a poor guy from the slums like him who works multiple jobs a day.

What attracted him to you was the way you treated him. You had a soft spot for Ruggie and you treated him like he was in the same financial level as you.

Many people were truly surprised how someone like you and someone like him were even possible, but they carried on with it.

Everything was going fine...until Ruggie heard a knock on his door.

"Yess I'm cominggg"

He opens the door only to find a raging red Riddle Rosehearts, visibly breathing heavily, next to his dearest girlfriend, who had a collar on, huffing in annoyance.

"Yes? Y/n what did you do?" Ruggie asks with a sigh.

"OH I'LL TELL YOU WHAT SHE DID! SHE-"

"It isn't a big deal. He bumped into me on purpose! So I shoved his books to the floor and told him to pick it up." You said, rolling your eyes as Riddle visibly grew redder.

"DON'T YOU DARE INTERRUPT ME!"

Riddle turns to Ruggie.

"Control...your girlfriend here please!!"

"I'll see what I can do. Could you just please remove the collar? I promise she'll learn something." Ruggie asked.

Riddle hesitantly removed the collar, glared at you and took off. Ruggie invited you to his room.

"Now...Y/n...don't we wanna...y'know...tone down on the-"

You threw yourself onto him.

"Wuggieee. Thank you for saving my from the small angry troll my knight in shining armor I love you so much here I got you a donut on my way~" You said giving kisses to his cheeks, which were now red.

"A donut!!!?? Thanks!!" He completely forgot what he was gonna say, but he remembered afterwards.

"Y/n...uh...can we talk?"

"Sure what's up?"

"So...Riddle complaining was actually the 4th complaint I got from you today. You know I can't keep backing you up." He slowly put his arms around you and pulled you into a nice snuggle session.

"I don't get why they're all reacting so much!! It's not my fault! They're the ones causing problems,"

"No...uh...even I think you've been acting a bit too much lately."

"Oh you make me laugh my dearest!"

Ruggie placed his finger on your chin and turned your face towards him.

"Y/n, I'm not kidding."

A moment of silence passed. He just stared into your eyes. You slowly tried pushing him off but his grip was pretty strong on you.

"Why're you letting these people get to you! You know I'm not thaaaat bad." You said giggling.

"I mean...people will get sick of i-"

"No Ruggie! I'm not listening!!!" You shouted, pushing his arm off of you. You hated it when people told you what to do.

"Y/n, please listen-"

"NO!" You pushed him off his own bed. He eventually had enough.

"Fine!! Get lost for all I care!! Im done sticking up for your spoilt behaviour!!" He yelled. You were shocked, but you just rolled your eyes, opened the door and slammed it shut.

The next day you were slowly starting to miss him. You go to your class corridors and see Ruggie there, looking sort of frustrated.

"HI wuggiee!"

No response.

"Wuggie?"

He didn't even look at you. He was on his flip phone, possibly ignoring you. He walked away to his magic history class, without saying a word.

'Is he giving me attitude?? Fine then!!' You thought. You grumpily walked away to your own class.

2 days passed since your fight and you didn't get any text messages from him either. Not any "I love yous". No "Good morning/Good night". The only response you got was 'seen' to your recent messages.

You wanted to talk to someone. You tried approaching Yuu to talk about this but they just ignored you(plus grim stuck his tongue out to you). You were finally understanding your mistake.

"Im sorry Ruggie" You messaged him. Once again, 'seen'. That was when an idea came to your head to apologize for him.

The next day, Ruggie went to class to find an envelope on his desk. He opened it to find some money and a letter.

"Meet me on the Courtyard at lunch. I need to talk to you about something. It's important so please be there."

Ruggie's first thought was that it wasn't you. Was someone was trying to confess to him now that he hasn't been talking to you? Did they also think money would help (it would lmao). But he decided to go anyways.

He went to the courtyard only to find you, sitting there. He was about to go back but you grabbed his sleeve.

"Im actually sorry!"

He didn't face you, but he stopped trying to walk away. You continued.

"I realized what I did wrong. I let my ego get the best me. I treated you like you weren't special. I know you didn't like that. Over these three days, I was so heartbroken and...and I felt so lonely. I fixed things up with many people by getting them something from the cafeteria...and I made something specially for you. Just follow me please?"

Ruggie turned to face you with a stoic face.

"Go ahead."

You took him to the woods and showed him a perfectly layed out picnic, with all of his favourites(which is everything that isn't rotten). Your man was drooling.

"I hope you like it." You said. The next thing you know you were being hugged and lifted off the ground.

"This- This is a week's worth of food!!"

"Really? For me this is only lunch."

Ruggie ignored your comment and snuggled onto your neck, giving slight kisses here and there.

"Your apology is accepted! But...please be a bit nicer. I'd really appreciate it."

"Alrightt! Anything for my Wuggie!!"

Ruggie just cringed.

"Look I missed you alot...but I really did not miss that nickname."

You laughed.

"Ok Ruggie."

"Much better,"

You two enjoyed your lunch together, with him being done with most of the food in around 5 minutes.

Bonus:

"Ok...y/n...you bump into a homeless child and it starts crying. What do you do?" Ruggie was giving you a small lesson on being nice during a walk around the school.

"Tell it to scram?"

"No!"

"Step on its foot?"

"Great Seven you're hopeless-"

I hope you enjoyed this one anon and everyone else!! I wasn't expecting so many engagement activity in these days so thank you everyone 😭😭😭

I've also been sick (dehydration ugh) for a few days which is why I didn't post much. But if you requested, it will be done soon. Take care and have a nice day 💖💖💖

-Madeline 🐧

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie headcanons #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x y/n #ruggie x reader #savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #ruggie x yuu #ruggie x mc

[manekicatwriter]

hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where they’re around 17-19, and they’ve got depression. they’ve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now they’re coming home and they’re all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that they’re loved and they belong there? i’m sorry if that’s an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. it’s totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you aren’t comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3

you’re here, and that’s what matters.

TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.

hey! i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.

note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!

Phil:

- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.

- he visited whenever he could. if he couldn’t, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.

- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.

- “You don’t have to tell me why you did it, I’m just glad you’re here,” pulling you in for a warm hug.

- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.

It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” your voice started to crack. “For making you guys worry about me.” Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.

Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “We don’t blame you. We don’t blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.” He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.

Tommy:

- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down that’s a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.

- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, he’ll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.

- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but he’s afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice he’s being quieter than usual and you don’t care, you tell him you don’t.

- if you’re feeling it, he’ll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing that’s too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.

It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easily…

…

Until you bedroom door opens you’re being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but they’re persistent.

“Ey, wake up, it’s morning!” Tommy shakes you again.

You realize you didn’t dream, but think nothing of it. “Tommy please, what do you want.”

Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. “I wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!”

You sighed. If you didn’t comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommy’s cheers.

You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasn’t unbearable to walk to. Even if you weren’t completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.

After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didn’t seem too pleased.

You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. “Hey.” You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.

“Can we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“When Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.” He let out a sad huff. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He sighed.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Tommy…” You started, “I’m sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to feel like that because of my actions.”

Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, “No, please don’t apologize. It’s not anybody’s fault this happened, right?” You nodded.

Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. “Come on now, let’s go get some ice cream!” He pulled you up from the ground.

“Last one to get to the shop has to pay!”

Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.

Wilbur:

- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]

- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most “protective older brother” energy, yeah?

- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.

- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didn’t spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings

- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.

- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from… whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“Mmm, I love some good ol’ pasta.” He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. “Also, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?”

You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. “Build..?” You had no idea where this was going.

Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? “Wilbur, how much was that?”

He blinked at you innocently. “It was only, like, £25. And look! It’s got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monster—“

“But why?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t hurt for you to do something new, yeah?” He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. “Alright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.” Wilbur nodded.

“Speaking of water, don’t you think I could teach you how to swim or something?”

“Oh, fuck off with that!”

Technoblade:

- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.

- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.

- techno’s generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.

- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didn’t really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.

- he didn’t explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.

- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and you’re always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.

With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. “Can I come in?”

You rose from your bed. “Come in. Oh hey Techno.”

He gave a simple wave and his signature “Halloo.” He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. “I got this. For you.” His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.

“What for?”

“I dunno. Writin’ your feelings down or drawin’ or somethin’. Whatever helps you vent.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh Techno, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. “You have two journals?”

Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. “Oh this? It’s for me. So we could do it together, I guess.”

You let out a happy hum. “That’s nice. Say, why don’t we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.”

Techno shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got more stationary too if you want.” He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.

hi hope u enjoyed reading as much as i did writing it. this format was new for me but very fun!

#dream smp x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x male reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x platonic reader #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois family #sleepy bois fanfic #request #mcyt imagine #mcyt fluff

[themoontaxi]

hellooo, i must say this is one fine café establishment you have here :) i’m feeling very hungry today but i usually like to portion my daily carb intake, so we’re gonna start off with some counter treats first and then work our way up if that’s cool with you! (i tip very well)

may i plz start off with a cupcake, as well as a fortune cookie and bubble tea (hold the boba)

🥠 - nothing in my head by richie quake

🧋 - twenty one pilots (it’s not that i don’t like them, i just don’t really listen to them anymore for a couple of reasons)

hellooo back at you harley. stop it, you’re making me blush 🥰 hate to tell you, but i think i kinda interfered with your plans of portioning your carbs…

first off, sorry for the hold up - even the counter had quite the queue. you’re getting an extra large cupcake in compensation (and bc i was unable to decide on only 3 🙃)

but first regarding your 🥠: i absolutely adored this song! it immediately went into my vibing in orbit playlist. i could very much relate to the feeling of sitting alone in the dark, head empty and wondering what to do with oneself…

so, a little bird may or may not have told me that you were a bit unsure if you even hit the send button (i swear it was like telepathy, i was just asking her what kinda music you like) - so here’s your confirmation that you did 😌 and through said little bird’s spotify i may or may not have also found your profile and scrolled a bit through your playlists. after coming to the conclusion that you not only have formidable taste, but are open to all kinds of genres as well, i opened my (absolute) favorites and selected the ones that reminded me of your posts, blog aesthetic, vibe, or the few things i know about you thanks to birdy. ‘course i had to take some chances with them, but i’m hoping nevertheless that you find some that you enjoy. i also noticed that we share a love for a lot of artists, so i tried to refrain myself from putting heaps of those here. and bc it’s kinda a wild mix, i put the songs in an order that hopefully won’t give you whiplash. alright, imma shut up now and let you indulge in your 🧁

as for the 🧋: yess, something i can talk about! i seriously couldn’t agree more. i too was a huge fan once - went to one of their concerts (it was great!) and even wrote a term paper on analyzing conceptual metaphors in their lyrics. that was like two years ago now. after that i kinda just stopped listening and can’t even really say why. but anyway, here are some reasons why you may have stopped listening as well:

- their last album was underwhelming, let’s be honest. i listened to it once when it came out and never came back to it. not that it was particularly bad, just not even close to as captivating as their previous stuff. and with saturday i was questioning if i was still listening to the same band - no idea why that song even exists.

- too high expectations. vessel especially for me was such a masterpiece, that i seriously doubt anything they put out in the future can top that.

- you don’t have to believe the hype when there’s none. their last album was barely talked about or played on the radio (as far as i know), so it was a case of ‘out of sight, out of mind’.

- their ‘better late than never’ response to blm. if i remember correctly, tyler tweeted sth about being free to decide on what social issues he wants to comment on, and when he’d rather not say anything (which i honestly don’t fault him for). and he did so in cracking some joke that i can’t remember anymore. but anyway, a lot of people were upset about it and begged him to delete the tweet or at least give a statement now, but that took him such a long time, that there were a lot of fans in the comments expressing their disappointment and saying they’d written them off.

- growing out of it. you listened to them a lot in another chapter of your life, and are trying to move onto the next one. you changed and don’t want to fall into old patterns you might associate with sth that belongs to the past.

alrighty, hope you like the playlist. if yes, you can leave that generous tip you mentioned here <3

#lovely people with exquisite music taste <3 #thanks for your order <3 #now imma go to sleep it’s 4 am again - #fortune cookie 🥠 #compliment cupcake 🧁 #hate to burst your bubble tea 🧋 #café lounge #music

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Broken

Word Count: 2,367

Characters: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Katherine Pierce, Elena Gilbert, Reader

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, almost death, fluff if u squint

A/N: TVD requests r open

Masterlist

There was a knock on your bedroom door at 3 in the morning.

What the hell, you thought as you went to open the door. You weren’t asleep, but you were reading. 

“Stefan, what happened?” you asked, looking at his worried figure.

“Katherine’s alive,” he was out of breath, an anxious look on his face.

“It worked? Damon brought her back to life?” you asked, in shock.

“She was never dead. She faked her death,” he replied.

“Oh my god! Well, how’s Damon doing?” you noticed his face drop slightly.

“Not good. He’s in his room, getting drunk as we speak. He started killing people again,” Stefan sighed.You sighed, shaking your head in disappointment.

“Okay, I’ll go talk to him.” you nodded before you walked to Damon’s room.

A few years after your family kicked you out, the Salvatores took you in. You were grateful, and you expressed your gratitude by helping them out as much as possible. Even though you’ve never seen or met Katherine, you knew she was bad, so you had to help Damon.

“Damon?” you said softly, knocking on his door.

“Get out,”  he slurred.

“I just wanted to talk. Are you okay?” you asked.

“One word of advice, don’t let Stefan tell you how I am. I probably know better about myself.” he said, back turned to you.

“Okay. But answer me. Tell me what Katherine said.” you said, walking to him.

“She said a lot of things. Nothing important.” he took a chug at the bottle of Bourbon. 

“If she didn’t say anything, then what hurt you?” you said, pulling the bottle away from him. He only pulled it back.

“Nothing, (Y/N). I’m fine.” he sighed.

“Damon, if you need anyone to talk to, you can talk to me,” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I see what you’re doing,” he chuckled softly.

You were slightly confused, as you frowned.

“What?” you asked.

“Pretending you care about me. I can see it in you. You’re judging me.” he said, getting up from his bed.

“Hey, I’m not pretending. I do care about you, Damon.” you said, getting up after him.

You followed him closely, while he stopped, turning to you.

“Yeah, right, and I’m not a vampire,” he scoffed.

“Damon, why won’t you listen to me? Did Katherine do something?” you asked.

He ignored you.

“You know, it’s kinda funny, actually. You judging me. It should be the other way around.” his face fell into a look, one that made you uncomfortable.

“Damon, what are you talking about?” you asked softly.

“All I’m saying is stop pretending,” he said, taking another chug.

“I’m not pretending to care about you.” you shook your head, stating firmly.

“You’re pretending you’re better than me. I know Stefan told you that I killed. I mean, at least I can keep my family in my life,” you felt a shiver down your spine as you frowned, feeling upset.

“What?” he kept saying weird things, you thought it was a side effect of the alcohol.

“You’re broken, (Y/N)! You’re more screwed up than me! At least I have a brother, I have people to call a family. You have no one,” he laughed bitterly.

Tears rushed to your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. You tried to convince yourself it was the alcohol, but he was right, and you knew it. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), the most broken person of us all. Too broken for her own family,” he said, taking another chug.

You couldn’t hold your tears in much longer.

You ran out of his room, heading for the door. 

“(Y/N), how’d it go? What happened?” you heard a voice, it was Elena.

“Nothing happened. I just need to get some air,” you said, holding back your shaky voice.

Stefan immediately noticed, rushing to you.

“(Y/N),”  he sighed, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Stefan, I’m fine. I’m just going out to get some air,” you said, pushing him aside and leaving.

He ran upstairs to his brother's room.

“Damon, what the hell did you say to (Y/N)?” he yelled.

“Nothing. We had a friendly chat,” he replied, ignoring the worry in Stefan’s voice.

“No, not nothing. Damon, (Y/N) was crying. You damn well know (Y/N) doesn't cry in front of anyone like that, so what the hell did you do?” he said angrily.

“I just told her the truth. Not my fault she couldn’t handle it,” he said.

“What the hell is your problem?! Did Katherine hurt you so badly that you turned your back on your family?!” Stefan pulled Damon up by his shirt.

“(Y/N)’s not family. She never was, and she never will be. So, why don’t you just leave me alone, brother.” Damon hit Stefan’s hand, walking past him.

---

You hadn’t seen Stefan or Damon in almost a week. You had no communication with Elena, or Bonnie, or Caroline. You couldn’t hide it, you were hurt. You were disappointed in yourself. Damon was right. You were broken. Maybe that’s why your family abandoned you. You were kidding yourself when you thought Stefan and Damon could become your family.

You poured yourself another shot before hearing a knock on your door.

You knew who it was, so you decided to ignore it.

“(Y/N), I know you’re home. Open the door before I break it.”  you heard Damon’s voice from the other side.

You drank your whiskey as you heard the noise of your door breaking off.

“Love what you’ve done to the place.” Damon smiled cheekily.

You continued to ignore him as you poured yourself another shot.

“Why can’t I enter?” he asked.

“Hellooo? Earth to (Y/N)!!”, Damon yelled, his voice sounding much more cheery than you last recalled.

You continued to ignore him.

“(Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N).” you heard Damon say.

It took all your might now to punch him in his face. Instead, you inhaled.

“(Y/N), stop being this way! Who else am I supposed to annoy?!” he said.

“Leave me alone,” you said softly.

“Oh, she speaks!” Damon said cheerfully.

“Yes, and she will bruise your face.” you mocked.

“Oh come on! You’re not still mad at me for last week, are you? I was drunk (Y/F/N)!” he said.

“It doesn't matter,” you replied.

“Let me in. We can talk about this. One adult to another.” he said, sounding calmer.

“You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want to talk to you! I don’t want to be your family! Why can’t you just leave me the hell alone?!” you yelled, walking to face him.

“(Y/N). I’m sorry. I am. I was drunk and upset. Katherine hurt me.” he said.

“And you hurt me!” you yelled in response.

“And I said I’m sorry!” he sighed, throwing his hands up.

“You don’t understand, Damon. My family abandoned me when I was 13 years old! I was alone for so long. Then, I met you and Stefan. You took me in, treated me like family! I looked up to you, Damon. You took my worst insecurity and mocked it. All because your ex-girlfriend came back to you.” you now had tears streaming down your face.

“I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me,” he begged.

“Just leave me alone, Damon.” you cried softly, walking away.

---

Somehow, word spread that you didn’t have the Salvatores by your side anymore. Stefan always tried to talk to you, or see you, but you refused to see him. Maybe it seemed petty, but you couldn’t face him. Not right now.

Currently, you were home alone, reading a book. You had just fixed the door that Damon had broken. 

It was raining and pouring outside. There was a loud knock at your door.

“What the…” you said, slowly getting up and walking to the stairs.

There was another knock. You opened the door and saw Elena. She was covered in rain, shivering, and crying.

“C-Can I come in?” she asked.

“Yes! Of course! Come here!” you pulled her in and shut the door behind her.

You got her a few towels and sat her down on the couch.

“T-Thanks (Y/N),”  she shivered.

“Anytime. Now tell me, why the hell were you out during a storm?! You could've seriously hurt yourself!” you scolded her.

“I-I wanted to see you. We all miss you a lot,” she said.

You sighed.

“Stefan and Damon sent you?” you raised an eyebrow.

“What?” she asked.

“Kid, tell them that I need space from them. I just need to be alone.”  you sighed.

“But it’s been so long!” Elena said.

“I know.” you sighed.

“You hungry?” you asked her.

“Yeah, a little,” she replied.

“C’mon. I’ll make you something to eat.” you smiled as the two of you walked to the kitchen.

She sat at your table waiting for you as you cut some fruits. You saw her getting up from the corner of your eye, but didn't say anything. Something was off with Elena. You couldn't sense what it was. You saw her near you. You didn't feel safe anymore.

“What is it, Elena?” you looked up.

“I’m not Elena,” she said.

You stared at her, confused.

“Did you hit your head or something?” you joked, but she stood there staring at you.

“Katherine,” she said.

“Yeah. Sure.” you rolled your eyes.

“I know what you look like, kid. Can't fool me,” you said.

You saw black veins on her face and her fangs.

“Oh my…” you backed up, eyes going wide.

“I’m Katherine. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you, (Y/N). The broken child.” she said, as she backed you against the wall.

“What are you doing here? How do you look exactly like Elena? What's going on?” you asked, confused.

“Technically, Elena looks like me. I came before.” she spat.

You felt uneasy, as you placed your hand on the anti-compulsion necklace Damon gave to you. Soon after, Katherine ripped it off your neck. 

“Hey, now. That's not cool,” you said.

“You are gonna go to your roof and stand there. When I tell you to, you’re gonna jump off and kill yourself.” she looked into your eyes. You knew what was happening. You were being compelled. You felt tears in your eyes.

“Please don't,” you begged.

“Before you do, you can call Damon, and Damon only. Tell him I said hello,” she said, handing you your phone.

You slowly dialed Damon’s number and put the phone by your ear. You shut your eyes tightly and inhaled.

“(Y/N)!” you heard Damon exclaim.

“Hey, Damon.” you cried shakily.

“What’s going on? Are you crying?” he asked, concerned.

You let a few tears fall down.

“It’s not important. I just thought you should know, K-Katherine says hi,” you said shakily.

“(Y/N), no. Stay away from Katherine!” he exclaimed.

“It’s too late for that!” you cry-laughed.

“Katherine, you bitch! Leave (Y/N) alone!” he yelled.

“Tell me where the moonstone is. She’s all yours.” Katherine smirked.

“I can't do that,” he said, his voice breaking.

“That’s your choice. (Y/N), go to the roof, jump when I tell you to. Damon, you have about 10 minutes to change your mind and save your best friend. Clock’s ticking.” she said and hung up the phone.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked.

“Why does it matter to you? You don't care about Damon. Damon doesn't care about you. I’m relieving you. You don't have to live anymore. You don't even want to live.” she smiled.You didn't reply as you shakily climbed onto the top of your roof. It was cold and still raining. You heard Damon’s voice.

“(Y/N)! Get down! Now!” he yelled.

“I can't, she compelled me.” you cried, tears blurring your vision.

“Give me the moonstone, Damon,” Katherine said.

“I don't have it! Just please, let her go!”  he yelled.

“You know who does. Tell me, and don't lie,” she yelled back.

“Tyler Lockwood!” he yelled.

“Tyler?” she laughed.“(Y/N), on the count of three, jump,” Katherine said.

“Hold on, you said if I told you, she’d be free. Now let her go.” Damon said.

“Damon, you know I don't keep my word.” she rolled her eyes.“Don’t, please!”  you cried.

“Damon, come in!” you screamed.

“One, two, three!”, Katherine exclaimed before running off.

You fell forward before you felt a pair of arms holding you back.

“It’s okay, I got you,” Damon said, holding onto you tightly.

You let out a loud sob and held onto Damon.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.” 

---

Damon handed you a blanket which you wrapped yourself into. You still had tears falling from your eyes. There was an awkward silence between the two of you, while Damon closed all your windows and doors, lighting a fire.

He walked to you, sitting next to you as he pulled you into his arm, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Katherine was right,” you said quietly.

“About?”

“Me. So were you.” you sniffled.

“No. I wasn't. (Y/N), I was drunk, I was mad. I can't believe I said that. I’m so sorry. And it’s not true.” he said.

“You’re right, Damon. And so was Katherine,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What did she say?”  he asked.

“She told me that I-I don't want to live anymore. She’s right.” your voice broke.

“What? No, (Y/N), don't say that.” Damon said as his eyes watered, putting his hands on either side of your face.

“Damon, I’m tired of everyone rejecting me! My family rejected me, I’m going to end up alone anyway,” you cried.

“(Y/N), I will never reject you. Listen, I love you so much, (Y/N). I care about you so much. You keep me strong. I can’t live without you.” his voice broke.

You looked up and saw him crying. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, putting your head in the nape of his neck.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”  he said shakily.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry.” you cried.

“You're my best friend, (Y/N). Please don't make me live without you. Please.” he cried.

“I love you too Damon.” you buried your head in his chest.

The both of you laid on your couch, and before you knew it, you two fell asleep. You needed each other, more than you knew.

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[straynstay]

Hellooo~! I reaally love your hybrid AU! ❤❤❤ Would you write number 3 with Hybrid!Chan? Maybe with a slight of angst and fluff if its possible? Thank youuu ❤

thank yooooou! ☺️

soooo, I think I might have wrote a lot, but I hope it’s okay lol thanks for requesting ♥️

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He was gone. You couldn't believe it, you thought your mind was playing a prank on you, or that maybe he was playing a prank on you, but he was actually gone. Chan was nowhere to be seen and his closest friends didn't know where he could be. You were in tears while printing posters of "have you seen my hybrid?" with the cutest picture you had of him, his information and your phone number as contact. Something must have happened because Chan would have never leave you like this, he has beeen your hybrid pet since you were eight years old, a gift from your parents on your birthday, and he has been with you through thick and thin. He wouldn't have vanished like that, but the police couldn't care less of missing pets, so you had to search for him yourself. Chan was not only your pet, he was your companion, your best friend, someone that had always supported you and stick to your side, he was your everything, and he was gone.

You were on the streets handing out the posters and asking people to help you out.

"Have you seen him? He's a koala hybrid, he's really clingy, he loves giving hugs..." you didn't remember or cared how many times you repeated this sentence and how many times you heard "no, I'm sorry". You were exhausted from walking around town, but your heart was shattered because you didn't receive any good news. But you couldn't give up, you'd find Chan no matter how many times you'd have to print posters or ask people. His friends were helping out the way they could, but being hybrids themselves, they didn't have much freedom to go out and about like you.

Your sadness only got worse as five days passed and there was no news on Chan's whereabouts. You were lying on your bed, tears wetting your pillow again, and there was no strength in you to get up and go on with life. Your parents came in to force you to eat, but you only took a few bites of whatever they were offering you and laid down again.

"You can't stay like this forever, you have to move on" your mom gave your leg a few strong taps.

"How can I move on when Chan could be starving, cold, sick?" you resumed crying.

"I'm seriously getting tired of this by now, he's just a pet, get over it" your father said, as nice as always.

"HE'S NOT JUST A PET!" you screamed feeling an irrational anger boiling inside you. You were fed up with their comments on your relationship with Chan, especially now that you were supposed to be moving to college and the dorms inside the campus wouldn't allow pets. Your parents made a fuss about how they didn't want to take care of Chan, how much a nuisance it would be, how you should just leave him on a pound because you couldn't take him with you either, and it just stressed you out so much you just wanted to scream at them to shut up. But Chan, being the angel he is, helped you out, comforting you with his miraculous hugs and precious words of wisdom, and you cooled down before snapping at your parents and making everything worse. You didn't know why they acted like that when the solution was quite simple, you just had to fill up a form and ask to be transferred to the dorms outside the campus that allowed pets. That was it! But no, they stressed you out, said hateful words about Chan to you, and all for nothing. Your college even sent you a confirmation email the day Chan got lost, but you were so worried about him that you didn't even remebered to update your parents on your situation. Not that you cared now.

"I swear to God, this is ridiculous. Get up and start packing, you're moving in less than a week!" you father demanded and you sat on your bed.

"Chan is lost! Don't you get it? I'll only pack when he comes back! I'm not leaving him behind!"

"He's never coming back!" your father retorded.

"Then I won't go to college!" you exclaimed throwing your hands up.

"Don't even joke about it" your mom warned you.

"If you give up college because of that mangy koala hybrid you're never stepping inside this house again!" your father threatened, pointing his index finger in your face.

"I'll join Chan on the streets, then! Might as well leave now" you got up angrily grabbing your phone, your backpack and stompping out of your bedroom. You quickly put on your shoes and took your car keys, leaving your house determined to not go back. You drove aimlessly, tears blurring your vision, and your heart aching. Chan would have never let this happen, he was always mediating your relationship with your parents, he was always calming you down and telling you the right things to say or do when it came to your parents, but Chan wasn't there to help you today and it hurts too much. It hurts because your parents should be more supportive of you and your decisions, and because the only one that actually cared about you would probably never come back. You parked near your old elementary school and your brain decided to be annoying and make you revive all your memories with Chan. You didn't think you had tears left to cry, but you were wrong. Your body convulsed with your hiccups while tears flooded your face, carrying your pain with them, as you tried to control your wailing, but to no avail.

Your phone interrupted your weeping, and you soon answered it when you saw it was Seungmin calling you. He went straight to the point, telling you to go to his house cause they had found Chan. And you did. You drove like a crazy person, but you weren't in your right state of mind, you only cared about seeing him again and never letting him go away ever again.

"Where's he? Where's he?" you said already pushing past Seungmin when he opened the door, and entering his house without invitation. Woojin and Jisung stepped back from the couch to let you get closer, but you cried even harder seeing Chan. He looked terrible.

"What happened?" you asked plopping down on your knees and caressing his face. Chan had lost too much weight, his cheekbones were more proeminent, his eyes deep with dark circles, several bruises and scars on his arms and probably on the rest of his body, his hair was a mess and he seemed really fragile. You've never seen him like this in your life and it terrified you, you were ten times more worried now.

"Life on the streets is not easy" Woojin replied because Chan was too weak to do so.

"Oh my God, Chan..." you petted his hair and bit your lower lip, trying to stop more tears to flow. He was having a hard time breathing too, and he was too sick to even keep his eyes open for a long period of time.

"We have to take him to a hospital, my car is outside, we can go now" you said looking at the boys, but Jisung shook his head.

"We tried, but they don't take in hybrids" he replied wrapping his tail around his body as if to comfort him.

"No, but I'm his owner, they'll listen to me, I'll be paying for everything, they have to take him in, he's sick!" the boys looked at you with pitiful eyes, and you rubbed your face.

"We're hybrids" Seungmin stated to make you understand that they would never be treated as human beings, although they were part human. "We'll give you some time alone while we prepare some soup for him and Jisung runs him a bath, okay?" Seungmin placed his hand on your shoulder and you squeezed it, mouthing a "thank you". You sat on the floor, resting your forehead on Chan's upper arm.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault" you said sighing.

"It's not your fault" Chan spoke for the first time. His voice was nearly above a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear and make your heart skip a beat. "I shouldn't have ran away"

"Why have you done it, then?" you asked raising your head to take in his changed features.

"Because I couldn't take it anymore, all those people talking about me being just your pet, telling you to put me on a pound, I was nearly losing my mind" Chan coughed. "But it got worst when your own parents told you to get rid of me because you're moving to college and your dorms won't accept pets. I knew I couldn't be there anymore meddling in your happiness, stoping you from living your life, I knew I had to go. Besides, it's what you all always choose to do anyways" Chan coughed more.

"Who?"

"Owners" Chan seemed really tired, he was blinking slower each time. "You always abandon us" his statement hit you like a bullet to your heart to finish shatter to smitherins your already broken pieces. He was so wrong, how could he not see how much you cared about him?

"I wouldn't have abandoned you" your voice was weak because of the tears you were fighting to hold back, but you grabbed Chan's hand tightly and stared straight into his eyes. "I would have never abandoned you, I love you" you confessed kissing with almost reverence the back of his cold hand. Chan let out his breath and smiled softly, closing his eyes.

"This is a dream coming true, you know? Hearing you say you love me"

"Should've said it earlier"

"Yeah, probably"

"I'm sorry"

"It's alright now, don't cry" Chan opened his arms and you promptly put yourself in his embrace, being careful not to hurt him in any way. "There you go, hugs make everything better" he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Please, don't ever leave again, I'd die without you" you mumbled with your lips pressed to the skin on his neck.

"I won't, I promise" he hugged you tighter, making it seem like he was never letting you go, and that's exactly what you wanted.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #stray kids drabbles #stray kids au #stray kids hybrid #bang chan #chan hybrid #requested #kpop hybrid #2/9

[animekath]

A Shy Mess

Kieran Duffy X Reader

Hellooo guys, Kat is back!

This story was the commissioned by the sweet @captainalbertwesker; who inspired me to open up a commission to begin with so thank you sooo much! You deserve all the love! ^ 3 ^ If you would like to check my commissions, I will link it -Here!-

I love this boy so much, he deserves all the love and hugs for working so hard for the gang, even if it’s taking care of horses! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, cuties!

Sorry for spelling and grammar!

Words: 2604

Warning:  Spoilers, Fluff, Confession, dirty talk, Drinking, riding, creampie, caught, Poor pup

Enjoy!

Being tied to a tree was not so fun for Kieran.

The sun was beating down on him, which made his throat beg for a drink and his stomach rumble for food, but no one batted an eye when he weakly begged. Anything would have been excellent for him, even if it was mouldy bread, he didn’t care. His stomach sank when he thought...He didn’t want to die this way.

“Idiot...” He muttered.

The sun lowered, going to sleep behind the trees. Kieran’s head sank low, his legs weak to hold himself up any longer if this continues. ‘I’m done for.’ He thought in his head as he closed his eyes, hoping sleep would take over soon but his stomach turned in pain. “Nnh...”

But he heard the gentlest voice ever speak.

“Here...” His head was tilted up and felt something drip on his lips...Water..! Kieran’s mouth opened to take as much water in as possible, his throat screaming for applause for the person. He let out a shaken breath as he opened his eyes, seeing two beautiful eyes shine back at him. He has seen you around camp, but you never got close enough to say hi or even see a good look at your face. Oh, you were magnificent. You were like an angel being sent down to help this pointless man. “Eat this...It’s not much, but it’s something.” You said in a hushed tone as you put the bread close to his lips for him to eat. Kieran guessed that you are doing this without anyone knowing, which worried him if you got caught.

Kieran took it like a hungry animal, letting out a groan at the rich taste. It was bland, but to him, it was like a kings meal. “Mm...Th-Thank you, Ma’am.” He said, his voice sounding hoarse. “I own you, R-Really...” You just smiled at him, his heart swelling. “Wh...What is your name..?” He asked.

“_____, _____ _____. Arthur said your name is Kieran Duffy. Well, he called you an O’driscoll first.” You said, your eyes softened.

“I’m not an O’driscoll..” He whined, slightly lowering his head. “I rode around with them for a few months, I-I mainly took care of the horses. No one believes in me.”

“...I do.” Kieran raised his head to look at you again, seeing you smile. “I believe in you, Duffy...I think you were at the wrong place at the wrong time; we have all done that. I’m sorry you rode with them, and now you’re in this mess.” You cupped his cheek, Kieran leaning into your gentle touch. He hasn’t been touched like this in so long that he would remember every second of your touch. “Dutch is going to talk to you tomorrow...Please. Tell him the truth, and they might let you go...”

“But...I-If I do, then the O’driscolls will kill me.” He replied.

“...Then join us.” You shrugged. “It'll be nice to have a new face in the camp.” You then raised your head when you heard talking. “I have to go, but remember what I said, okay? I don’t want you hurt...” You pulled your hand away, Kieran already missing the warm touch. “We’ll see each other again. Goodnight, Duffy.” You smiled and walked off before anyone saw you.

Kieran’s eyes watched you leave until you were out of sight; his body felt limp as he sighs. “Goodnight, Miss _____...”

When the sun came up, and Dutch came forth with two of his members, he caved in...Well, he caved in when they pulled down his pants and said they were going to cut his balls off.

Kieran saw you face brighten when he returned with the three members, having no idea why his chest was beating his ribs, but it made him happy. Even though most of the members ignored him or threatened him, he mainly talks to you and a woman called Mary-Beth. You two were friends, and he understood why since you were both the same; Kind hearted and sweet but his eyes remained on you.

Everything about you made him smile; your laugh, your kindness, your passion for nature and loved when your eyes brightened when you talked about something you liked. His heart beats so many times for Kieran to realise that he had feelings for you, which he didn’t know if it was good or bad.

Kieran loved the feeling when you were around and brightened his day when everyone around him was sour towards him. But it was terrible because he felt like he didn’t deserve you. He was an Ex-O’driscoll and had done nothing in his life, just feeling like pointless trash. You were beautiful, funny, smart and had a heart of gold while Kieran was...Well, Kieran. Everyone in camp was better than him, including Bill, even if he was crazy.

It got worse when he thought about you in unconventional ways. It sparked when he was watching you cleaning peoples clothes, your chest and stomach soaked, which made your breasts glistened in the sun. Kieran’s mind flashed with images of you; naked, moaning, begging for him, his pants getting tighter with each second. He had to go to the forest to jack himself off, holding back from crying your name for everyone to hear.

It also made his heart sink when other men flirted with you like Javier, Bill and Micah. It seemed even Dutch had a thing for you even though he had Molly, but you turned each man down kindly. If they didn’t back away, Arthur would swoop in to be the hero. Kieran realised Arthur treated you like a sister more than anything. Arthur was not the best with him, but out of every man in camp, he was the kindest.

“Going fishing?”

Kieran raised his head to see you, your eyes full of kindness and interest. Besides horses, he loved fishing. It made him leave the camp for a while and be alone, liking his own company out of everyone besides you. That is why he was taken back when you wanted to join, happily accepting for you to join though. Kieran helped you on his horse as they start to ride, his body tingled when your arms wrapped around him. Fuck, he was trying so hard not to get excited.

What made Kieran laugh about fishing with you was that you were not the best. You would pout when the fish got loose from your hook and swear under your breath when the throw was awful. “Here, I’ll help you.” He went behind you, his hands on top of yours and showed you how to swing it. Kieran bit his lip, looking down your shoulder and neck which showed skin, wanting to lick the sweat off it or bite down to leave marks, so people knew you were his.

“What’s poking me?”

"N-Nothing, That’s my fishing rod..!”

Sadly the happiness didn't last long; they moved twice, Sean got killed, and Jack got kidnapped. Kieran noticed that you looked worried for Jack's safety. He was only a kid for crying out loud; no one deserved it. Kieran felt like it was his fault; He let the men pass and took Jack, apologising for every day to Abigail for what he did.

You told him it wasn't his fault; he didn't know, you would have done the same. Kieran pulled you into a hug, wanting to comfort you in this hard time. His heart jumped in his throat when you hugged back, gently rubbing his head.

'Just tell her how you feel, damn it!' He screamed in his head.

A few days later, luck was on their side when Dutch, Arthur and John brought Jack back. You picked Jack up and kissed all over his face when everyone stopped hogging him. "Don't scare us like that again, Jack."

"I won't Auntie _____." Jack giggled as he held onto you. The sight made Kieran smile, like how you get along with children so well.

Everyone celebrated and cheered, drinking until the sun came up. Even Karen was nudging Kieran to drink. He was surprised she was the first to relax around Him since last month she kept threatening to kill him in his sleep. His eyes glanced at you, seeing you were dancing with Uncle. It was terrible since he was flat out drunk, but you both seem to be having fun anyway.

Maybe it was the drinks or what but he wanted to admit to you how he felt. It was too long to him and just wanted to get the air cleared. After the dance with Uncle, he walked over. "_-_____. Can...Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked.

You smiled up at him. "Of course, Kieran. What's wrong?" You asked. After a few silent seconds, he nervously took your hand and led you inside, too embarrassed to tell you in front of everyone. He thought Arthur's room would be the quietest. "You okay?" You asked.

"_____, I..." He swallowed the lump in his throat, his face heating up while his hands started to sweat. Shit... "I...I just..."

"..." You got closer when he couldn't speak, Kieran got taken back when you have gotten closer that his back hit the door. "Kieran." You muttered, cupping his cheek to pull him into a sweet kiss. His heart stopped in his chest when your lips met, loving how soft they were. "I know..."

"K-Know, what?" He shuttered, his nails digging into the door.

"That you like me...I like you too." You giggled. "I'm surprised you didn't notice. I am always around you; I give you your meals and always wash your clothes. I just...Love the smell of you." Your cheeks felt hot when you continued. "I don't like fishing, but I like it when you're teaching me, especially when your hands are on me..." You placed a hand on his chest, leaning in to whisper into his ear. "I know that wasn't a fishing rod poking me...I'm flattered. I held myself in place so that I wouldn't grind up against you."

His face went beet red at your words, his Adam's-apple bobbing along his neck. “_____, I...Fuck...” Fuck it..! He cupped your cheek and brought you in for another kiss, his arm holding your body close. “Mmm...” He couldn’t hold it in any longer, just wanting you and you alone. He felt you run your fingers through his hair, which made his hat fall, the kiss deepen. Kieran was now pressed against you, already feeling the hard-on against your dress.

“Mmm...Let’s take it to the bed. You can’t walk out like this.” You smiled playfully, grabbing his neckerchief to drag him along.

“O-On Arthur's bed?” Kieran shuttered, not wanting Arthur walking in and kicking his ass.

“Yes? A bit exciting, right?” You pushed him on to the bed, then unstrapped your dress, sliding it off your shoulders. Kieran watched, biting his lip when he saw more of your skin. You took your garments off, now bare for him but covered your lower area. He moved his body up, sitting on the bed as his hands ran along your thighs, placing kisses on your stomach. “Kieran.” You muttered, running your fingers through his hair. You moved his body entirely onto the bed, taking off his clothing to get him naked with you. “Mmm...You are excited.” You hummed, your palm rubbing up against his throbbing cock.

“Hah, sorry. I just really...Don’t deserve this.” He breathed out, his hands tracing up to your hips, shivering on how smooth you felt under his touch. “You deserve a man like Arthur...He is a perfect man compared to M-Me.”

“Kieran...I don’t want Arthur. I want you...” You leaned down to give him a kiss, feeling his hard cock brushing against your ass. “You are the man I want...The cute and kind-hearted man who looks at me with pure love every day and who makes me laugh...That is the man I want.” You muttered, raising your hips to brush his red, hot tip against your pussy, hearing the man groan underneath you. “Mmm...Just enjoy it, sweety. Just take me in.” You breathed out before lowering yourself, both of you moaning when his cock slipped inside. He may not be thick but won by how long he was, whimpering when he hits your womb. “S-Shit...Kieran..”

“Ah-! F-Fuck, you’re so-” Kieran gasped, gripping your hips more as your walls squeezed his cock. “You feel so good...Oh god, Y-You’re throbbing so much.” He muttered, looking up at you with pure lust in his eyes. “Please ride me...” You placed your hands on his chest and started to move your hips, raising and lowering yourself onto his throbbing core. “Nnh-Fuck, _____...” He heard your wet lewd when he slipped inside, again and again, wetting his cock, which became easier for you to move. “Ah...I’m so F-Fucking lucky.”

“S-So am I...Mmm, you feel so good.” You moaned out, continuing to move your hips which made your ass slap against Kieran’s small thighs. “Nnn...I love how deep you are. Hah, Do you want to come inside me?” You gasped when his cock throbbed, a small smile on your lips by the action. “Does that excite you?” Kieran bit his lip and blushed when you continued, bucking his hips up to go deeper. You leaned forward to whisper into his ear. “Do you ah-Want your cum inside me? F-Fill me up until I’m gushing with your cum...Maybe breed me..?”

“Y-You’re killing me, _____.” He whimpered when you purred in his ear, moving your hips down to go in deeper. Oh, it did excite him. He wanted to paint your walls with his load. The pregnancy was the tip of the cake, making his mind foggy. “O-Oh please, can...Hah, Can I cum inside you?” He begged, pecking your neck before you pulled away, your hips slapping against him which made him cry out. “F-Fuuuck, your P-Pussy is so good..!” He choked.

“F-Fuck, Kieran...You can.” Your hand ran down to rub your clit, watching the man underneath you become putty. “Ah..!” You cried when he slammed you down, hitting your womb so rough. “F-Fuck..!”

“_____, I...I-I can’t. Ngh-Anymore and I-I’ll come. Fuck, it’s so good..!” He slurred, closing his eyes as he just wanted to feel the lustful bliss. “I want to cum in your womb and G-Get you breeding my kids, fuck..! Hah! Come, come, come! I want to feel your walls squeeze me..!” And you were, your stomach burning and your walls milking him for his climax. “_____, _____..! F-Fuck!” He cried out as he finally came, thrusting you down for his cum to fill you up.

“Nnh!” You cried out; your body shook at the pleasuring climax. “Kieran...Fuck.” You rested on his chest, panting to calm your beating heart. His hands ran along your back to ease you, whimpering when his cock softened and slipped out of you, his cum leaking out. “Fuck..I...I-I didn’t know you were so vocal.” You giggled, playing with his chest hair.

“That...That is what you do to me.” He weakly smiled as he held you close, pecking your lips. “Never leave my side...P-Please.” He muttered, his eyes softened as he looked over your face.

You kissed him again and smiled. “I won’t, sweety...” You didn’t want this to end...But the door burst open.

“What in the goddamn hell is this!?

Oh shit, it’s Arthur!

THE END! 

[kodieoirskott]

Ping - Jonah Marais

Requested by @justkxndxll :)

Your pink cheeks warmed up whenever a soft ‘ping’ filled the air. Even if you were in the middle of your conversation with your friends, you just had to pull out your phone and respond to him. Of course it didn’t take very long for your friends to notice, and not all of them were very excited.

“I’m talking to you. [Y/N]. [Y/N]. Hellooo?” Jonah waves his hand in front of your eyes until you finally looked up from your phone.

An embarrassed pout set on your face, before you automatically turned off the phone. “Yeah, I’m with you. Sorry.” You lay down your phone and turned towards Jonah, you had already forgotten what the two of you had been talking about.

Shaking his head, Jonah feared the still unknown truth. He had struggled falling asleep ever since all your attention went to your phone instead to him. Jealousy had struck him like lightning, and he wasn’t even sure if it was legit.

“What’s his name?” Jonah asked carefully, forcing his voice to sound like he couldn’t care less.

You smiled just a little brighter, “Mateo.” You didn’t notice the hopeful sparkle in his eyes fade away, “He has been so helpful with tutoring me and- He actually asked me out yesterday.”

Jonah frowned, “What did you tell him?”

Rolling your eyes, you lay your hand on top of his, not thinking much of it. “Of course I said yes. He’s picking me up tonight.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Jonah pulled his hand away from yours.

Furrowing your eyebrows at his sudden metal exterior, you heard Zach entire the room.

“What’s going on, guys?” He asked cheerfully.

Jonah pushed himself up from the couch and tried to walk past Zack, but Zack wouldn’t let him through until Jonah would explain. “She’s going out with some guy.” He said before he roughly pushed past a now confused Zach.

An insecure sting hurt your stomach as you didn’t know what the hell was going on. You had expected support from your friends, especially from Jonah, but he did not seem to care even a little bit.

“Jonah, wait up.” You spoke, rushing after him. Catching up to him, you grabbed his shoulder. “What’s up with you? Aren’t you happy for me?”

He turned towards you with broken eyes. “I’m happy if you’re happy.” He lied, “It’s just- If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m going to kick his ass.”

You smiled, your mind with Matheo instead of Jonah. “Thank you. You are the best.” You said, hugging him tighty before running off.

. . .

I’m happy if you’re happy.  Well, even if he had meant it, Jonah surely lacked showing it. For the past few weeks you’d been dating Mateo, he woud barely talk to you. Ocassionaly he would ask you to pass the sat, but most of the times he would just get up from his spot and grab it himself.

“Can we talk?” You said as you saw him sitting on the edge of his bed.

He turned away from you, knowing that talking with you woud hurt even more. 

Nonetheless, you sat down next to him. You simply observed his quiet behavior for a few moments, before you cleared your throat. “Is it Mateo? Do you think he’s bad for me?” You asked softly.

His eyes met yours, Jonah groaned.

“Is it me not being around as much, or too much?” You continued, determined to figure out what he was on about, “What is it, Jonah?”

Finally he spoke up. Spitting out the words, he coudn’t look at you. “Can you just leave, please?”

“Maybe you should meet Mateo. You’ll see what a great guy-”

He pushed himself forcefully up from the bed, “Don’t you get it? Not everything is about you. You wanna know why I have tried to avoid you?” He spoke loudly, but kept himself from screaming. “I like you. Okay- That’s it. I like you and you continuousy rant on about that guy. How do you expect me to want to hang out with you?”

Your jaw dropped.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You forgot to breathe.

“I didn’t have a clue.” You whispered, hating yourself for being so blind. You knew better than anyone how much troube Jonah could have with getting over a girl he liked. You were there whenever he needed you, so you didn’t expect for him to like you.

“Of course you didn’t. All you could think about was Mateo.” He grumbled.

Shaking your head abruptly, you stood up as well. “I can’t believe I let you get this hurt.” You mumbled and hesitantly hold up your phone. “But this can’t damage our friendship-”

He shrugged his shoulders, “What do you expect me to do?”

“Nothing.” You replied, “This is my fault and I’m going to fix it.”

“You’re not going to break up with Mateo for me.”

“No, of course not. I’ll just-” You panicked, knowing that you had to come off strong if you wanted to convince Jonah that your friendship was worth this, “I’ll tell Mateo that I won’t respond to his texts when I am hanging with you guys.”

Jonah’s eyes wandered away from you, “He’ll think you’re cheating on him.”

“Yeah, it can be a test at the same time. If he trusts me, he’s good. If he doesn’t, you can kick his ass like you said you would.” 

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[nr88nr]

Hola New Me New Things and thank God!

As in you already have your man (may I say your next victim) to take care of you right its okay. I realized all things went wrong since Sunday morning after we got back from the club. That's why I fucking hate clubs! Hahahaha but i must admit that I'm still a great dancer and I wish I'd be like you where I could wink of em girls and take a ride for the whole night. (Remember my standard is quite high and I'm not that cheap Honey) Nvm, if you could have your anytime with whom you wanted to (sg, blue eyes, meleis, TwitterDS, FB pay for sex even those stupids Tumblrina you've might meet), then you would know who I am already. I'm not as your exes where you can go separate way every-time partying fucking gangbanging this some that some I don't give a fucking whateversome 😂. Not offending you in anyway you may view, but really? Really girl? Just look at whom he ( he I meant your fugly ex) chose for his life. Not you, not this queen? Whattt??!yeah it's the ugly truth and it's fucking beautiful. Hey hey but listen here, i want you to realize this, you may feel safe as you got your things covered for now, but remember its not even forever, no guarantee baby and forever might ends tomorrow. Woah! Me, I'm the fucking Star Boy you've created (not only you la) not another ordinary fuckboy ad you treated me (hellooo i was the one with big job, a house , a good life and backstabbing friends where you destroyed them all along, damn girl I gave you everything #nochillbitch #greedyaf ) hey don't say like that! Profanities bro. Okay keep it a lil bit, well she used to be the one I cared) Anyway, my hand is full baby, you gonna miss my love and me? Hahaha (self confidence boosted) cause its gonna be the only one you felt in your freaking manynames life and you gonna crave for it but you never find it anywhere, every place you go, you keep hearing my names and achievements and my girls which hella high from your standard ( do you have one of this or you just like to go savage all ways 😂) and girl, I'm sorry that you took me for granted too long (well it's not gonna fantasy which she knows me pretty well, I'm a man of my words). I miss you? Yes, i think of you for nights thinking of my faults towards you, cant sleep well keep dreaming on ridiculous things as I pinch a bit of poor man cocaine to company my sleepless nights without you ( how I miss you suck my cocks, we fucked , we fought from my place to another place, for you to find excuses to fuck another guy and guys) but wait ✋🏼, all this things didn't lay on you, it was my fault! my biggest fault ever in this GodGivenGreatLife was leaving myself my own heart and my love for you baby and you aren't worth even a mole out of it! Thence, para saudara saudari yang membaca kisah lelaki hebat ini ( 😂 I got to laugh out loud if I ever read this blog again 10 years from now)! Let me just jump into the sweet conclusion, baby, Hani, This is where you pushed me too far baby, right from the steep edge and keep falling so I keep dying but heh God Alfairy, this time I found myself that I can fly! No thanks to you, only when you hella me back but your days are over baby, that sweet chubby pussy of yours gonna rot because you getting old but I am getting golds! Chow and no luck for you akhir kata dari saya. The bigger bullshit you've given, the biggest bullshit you shall swallow

#fitnahkatadia hahaha

[atlantaelizabeth]

Hellooo.... are u still taking request? I have a prompt idea for Marvey: Mike feeling insecure after he and Harvey bumped into one of Harvey's ex-girlfriend who were a super hot supermodel. Maybe he become quiet and trying to distant himself from Harvey but Harvey notice it so he try his best to convince Mike that his heart only belongs to Mike.. TQVM in advance if you are taking this! ^_^

I kinda went for fluff and I really wanted to add more. Like maybe Harvey pampers Mike but this is already too long. But here you go!

***

Mike wasn’t a primitive individual. He didn’t have the urgeto demonstrate to everyone who even glanced in Harvey’s direction that the manwas off limits. He completely trusted Harvey to not act on any of the looksgiven. In fact, in all cases Harvey would grab his hand and rub soothingcircles on the back of his hand. He always treated Mike as if he was the onlyperson in the world.

Of course, there were demonstrations of ownership, fromHarvey’s side mostly. Sometimes there were clients who were a little too handsyfor Harvey’s taste. They’d touch Mike’s arm after he’d told a joke and they’dlinger a little too long after the laughing had died down. Every single one ofthem would find any excuse to touch Mike. But it wasn’t just the touching,although that played a massive part, it was everything else. The overenthusiasticlaugh, the too long look. It made Harvey’s blood boil and Mike let himself bedragged to the nearest bathroom where Harvey would show him exactly who hebelonged to.

Mike wasn’t a caveman, but he was happy to let Harvey be.

***

Except, there are times when Mike becomes a littleself-conscious. He isn’t an idiot, he knows that Harvey has a long list ofex-lovers that could fill up at least three black books, but it normally doesn’tbother him. Harvey Reginald Specter is a Greek God so it would only make sensethat he’d associate himself with women whose beauty would be the source ofwars.

They’ve talked about it. Harvey had sat him down and with asoft tone, he’d stated that Mike was the only person he would ever want. He’dbeen waiting for his significant other, and he’d eventually found him.

Logically, Mike knew he had nothing to worry about.

***

“I can’t believe you’re eating a burger.” Harvey looks atMike across the table. The former is in mid-bite and he attempts to smile atHarvey. “You could have ordered anything.” He takes a sip of whisky. “And youorder that.” The look he gives the burgeris one of disgust, Mike can’t help but smile.

They’re currently in a restaurant, it’s one of thoseestablishments where the menu doesn’t include any of the prices. He didn’t reallylike the place, but it was Harvey’s turn to decide on what they were going todo on their date. Mike was quite happy to just stay in the apartment, order apizza and watch a movie, before taking Harvey to bed. But that plan had beenscoffed at by Harvey, before he points to the bedroom and waits until Mikewalks in the same direction.

“Your fault.”

Harvey gives him look number 22, the ‘Mike has just saidsomething ridiculous’ look. “My fault? How exactly is it my fault?”

“I’m not going to eat food that I can’t even pronounceHarvey.” He smiles. “And stop pretending that you don’t find this all verycute.”

Harvey opens his mouth to say something vaguely offensive,but a high-pitched screech stops him in his tracks. Both of their eyes darttoward the source of the noise. The second Mike’s eyes fall onto the source ofthe sound, he wishes that they were both in the confines of their apartment. Thewoman, who is now walking toward the table that they’re sat at, can only bedescribed as a Greek Goddess. The red dress she’s wearing accentuates hercurves and her long, lean legs. Her hair is pinned up to show the definition ofher jaw and cheekbones. Her beauty can only be described as ethereal, somethingwithin Mike drops then.

“Harvey Specter! Fancy seeing you here!” Her eyes arefocused solely on Harvey. Mike wants to cough, wants to bring attention tohimself but he’s not completely sure whether he’s prepared for the look she’sgoing to give him.

There is a second where Harvey doesn’t say anything, his jawis clenched and it suddenly hits Mike that Harvey does not want to have theconversation he’s about to have. “Aimee Moran! How’s the model world treatingyou?” The smile he gives her is forced. It’s the one that he reserves for theproblem clients.

She smiles. Mike thinks it’s fake. It distorts her face sothat it looks like she’s in pain. “Amazingly. Thanks for asking.” She suddenlyrealises that it isn’t just her and Harvey. She looks over at Mike and he mustphysically fight the urge to cover himself up. “And who is this?” Her eyesglance down at his plate before she gives him a look of disgust. “A rent boyHarvey? I thought you had more class than that.”

Mike sees Harvey’s jaw clench even tighter. He sees theflinch in his left hand. He offers Mike one of his soft smiles. Mike knows thatHarvey is so close to just dropping this whole nice guy façade. “Actually, Michael is my partner and I’d appreciateit if you wouldn’t speak as if he isn’t here.”

Aimee laughs. The sound of it is far too loud in the quiethubbub of the restaurant. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re sleeping with that?” Her hand makes a sweeping motionin Mike’s general direction. He can begin to feel the eyes of the peoplesitting closest to them. All he wants to do is duck his head and wait for theground to swallow him whole.

Harvey grabs his hand and gently squeezes. He looks over himwith soft eyes. It suddenly makes Mike feel a little better about the wholesituation. Harvey’s eyes seem to be assessing Mike and the whole scenario, hestands, offering a hand toward Mike. It only takes Mike a second for his brainto catch up. He stands and grabs the hand offered to him. Harvey smiles againbefore facing Aimee with fire in his eyes. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on youAimee. But not many things do, do they?” He smiles again, before they both walkaway from her.

***

The car journey home is silent. Harvey is still holding Mike’shand. Mike hasn’t attempted to look at Harvey since they left the restaurant.He’s been trying not to think about the whole thing but his mind keepsreplaying the words in his head. Do people think that Mike is inferior toHarvey? Do they think Harvey can do a lot better? He looks down at their joinedhands. He wants to smile but the words are still floating around in his head. Hishand is squeezed and he looks up to see Harvey offering a small smile. The half-smilehe gives in return are half-hearted.

***

When they get into the apartment, all Mike wants to do is goto bed. He wants to never think about what happened in the restaurant ever again.He never wants to leave the comfort of his own home. He just wants Harvey tohold him for the foreseeable future.

“We should talk Mike.” His heart drops. He can’t think aboutHarvey ending this. He doesn’t want any of this to finish.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He can feel his breathbecoming short. He can feel the tears beginning to fall. Harvey’s arms envelopehim. All he can smell is the heady scent that is Harvey.

“No. Why would you think I’d do that?”

He takes in a breath. “Because I’m not perfect. Because I’mnot as pretty as the women you’ve dated.” He takes in another shaky breath. “Whatif people think I’m lesser than you?”

“Is that what that big brain of yours is telling you?” Mikemoves his head. “You’re not y’know. You are the most perfect person I have evermet.” He rubs Mike’s back. “You are so pretty, even when you wear those awfulskinny ties.” He sighs. “Don’t tell anyone that I’m this soft but you’re mysoulmate Mike. I’ve had to kiss a lotof frogs to find my Prince. Unfortunately, she was one of them.” Mike mumblessomething into Harvey’s sweater. “What was that Pup?”

“I said that you’re cheesy as fuck.”

Harvey scoffs. “I’m offended. That’s the last time I’m gonnabe a softie.” Mike laughs. “I love you okay? No one else.”

“I know Harvey. I love you too.”

***

So, what did you think? By the way, I’m pretty much always taking requests so if you have any more then just drop me a message. 

#marvey #ask #request #writing

[mistressblackberie]

A narcissistic lover

I’m married to a pathological liar and Narcissist. it’s not his fault honestly -he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. he can’t feel any empathy which is sometimes scary... i’ve never met someone that didn’t worry about someone who was hurt or extremely ill or even get scared when their own child wandered off in the giant grocery store because they weren’t paying attention (these are just examples of what having no empathy means.) essentially he can’t feel any kind of emotion towards others even when it is someone he is supposed to care about. however, when something happens and it does involve him he often acts out, overreacts and often when he doesn’t get the reaction he’s looking for, fakes to make the situation seem even worse. for an example, there was a time when he complained over cramps. i assumed he had to use the bathroom or ate to much, and when he acted as though they were getting more and more severe I asked him specific questions and got the answer I was looking for. I told him to take some Gas ex, and then because I didn't freak out he made me take him to the ER saying that he must have some internal bleeding or his appendix was exploding. i sat there for 4 hours uncomfortable in a little chair. waiting for the verdict. when the doctor came in to talk to him, they told him he had gas. I hid a smile because it was nice for once to have someone see the exaggeration that I deal w/ on a daily. not to mention that he tries to push off his carelessness for others as though it is me, so when in public, he will do or say things to push me, he will do this for hours waiting for me to blow up and get angry at him in public so that others think that i treat him badly. This time, i was looked at in sympathy for what I have to deal with by a licensed health professional. It felt good. But he legit doesn’t even know what he is doing, so when he asked why I am mad or looking for a fight, I try to tell him my feelings, and as I am telling him how I feel he will flat out turn around and walk away mid sentence. Don’t wait for an apology because you definitely won’t ever get one of those, and if you do, it is because you have told them that you deserve an apology. it will not be sincer it will go something a little like this “I am sorry for whatever you “think I did” or “ quotation marks -sorry-” “or sorry that you did this to yourself” it will never be real. and it is truly sad because I have turned around and started treating him exactly how he treats me to see if he even notices, or gets an understanding of how he is making me feel. nope. he is completely, and utterly one sided. It is only ok for him to do, but if you don’t apologize, or if you don’t show that your going to baby his feelings, go out of your way to do things that a significant other should do to show love and instead treat them like they are just there and dont actually have feelings or need to be treated as though they are special all the time or once in a while, he will get angry, he will snap in your face and say did you hear me, or he will repeat himself at least 5 times until you have said something in return. a normal person who has been spoken to will show that they have heard you, they will look at the person who is talking to them, nod, say ok, do something to show that they’ve heard you. talking to a narcissist is legit like talking to yourself or to a wall. they wont even so much as glance at you to let you know they were listening. you wont get an answer. and if you dont say “hellooo?” to force them to answer you they will later on insist that you never said anything at all. they will pretend to forget everything. and if they’ve made a mistake. not a ig one. something a normal person wouldn’t freak out about but would at least be like ok crap sorry. like spilling a drink, they will look at you who could be in a totally different room and said no that wasnt my fault i dropped it because you were talking to me, or that wasn't my fault i dropped it because you gave me a list of things to do. So if you have married a narcissist, understand a few things. they aren’t doing it on purpose. you cant make them have a different set of feelings that they just dont have. they need to accept who they are and want to be like everyone else before they can get on medication that can give them the right brain chemicals related to empathy for others feelings.  You will not ever be able to change them, it is who they are and the only way they can ever change is to somehow make realization smack them in the face and they will have to change themselves. also, you need to know you are not crazy. it is not your fault. they will try to destroy your relationship with others and getting proof to show people that is just how he is but you werent in the wrong can sometimes be essential, it doesnt make you mean or hateful to record or write things down, it may actually help your relationship. and it can help you also feel less isolated when you can show others that you were never in the wrong and maybe they will be someone you can turn to when you feel alone. because you will. you will feel so alone once all your friends are gone, your family takes his side, and he doesn’t know how to treat you like a lady and takes you for granted. and if you do feel alone. your not. there are others who have no choice but to try to take everything a day at a time. I can’t leave. I don’t want to leave. but it makes it very hard on my own mental health as well. whoever made it to the bottom of this vlog I hope that this has helped you in some way. contact me if you have questions or need to talk. it is going to be ok.

#narcicist #narcisistic #narcism #mentally drained #mental health #stay strong #smile #deep breath #keep going #its ok to cry

[inleisaadi-blog]

‘N!ght, M0th3r

My first playwright, woohoo! This may or may not be based off of a true event. The characters may or may not be based off of real people. Only I know, hehe. I got the idea to base it off of ‘Night, Mother by Marsha Norman because it is the epitome of a problematic relationship between mother and daughter.

Enjoy xxx,

Inleisaadi

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‘Night, Mother

Characters

Jessie Cates

Jessie is in her late-teens, lives with her mother. She feels as if she is misunderstood by everyone and her words are constantly taken out of context by her workaholic mother. She wears a long jumper that hides her frame, baggy sweatpants, and tousled curls that cover her face. She carries a small notepad and a brown-ink pen to convey her feelings. She often finds herself thinking aloud. As a pact that she keeps with herself, she does not say more than what is necessary, she does this to avoid conflict and to keep things private. Oddly enough, on this night, she was a bit more talkative than she normally is, deciding to tell her mother the sacred thoughts that fill her journal and mind.

Thelma Cates

Thelma is in her late thirties, moved away to a small suburb at the bottom of a mountain with her daughter to “escape” the city life. She is rarely home, but when she is, the time is filled nagging her Jessie for her anti-social behavior, not coming to the terms that she is the one who manifested this because of the constant relocating. Thelma is not keen with relationships and blames the other person for whatever mishaps occur. She speaks quickly and enjoys talking. She believes things via her perspective, rather than understanding the dialectal part of life. She is very controlling and aggressive. Keep in mind that this is her house; it is either her way or the highway.

Author’s Note

The time is the present, beginning at around 7:45 P.M.

The scene is set in a recently built two-bedroom/two-bathroom condominium The front door is located in the living room

The living room leads to the kitchen

The kitchen leads to the dining room

The dining room leads to a hallway splitting into Jessie’s living quarters (bedroom/bathroom) and Thelma’s part (bedroom/bathroom)

There will be no intermission

‘Night, Mother

This scene begins with the chirping of a car alarm and front door unlocking, Jessie is sitting on the couch in the living room with the light on, notepad in hand, awaiting her mother’s arrival.

THELMA

Unlocks the door, walks into the house. Good evening, Jessie. What productivity have you done today? Have you talked to any of your friends, possibly made plans for this weekend? Looks at Jessie’s unresponsive face, Thelma huffs with irritation filling her body. Hello? Do you hear me talking to you?

JESSIE

Looks up from notepad, and turns her attention to her mom. Hello, mother. No and no, I would rather not waste my time with people that I do not like. My weekend plans consist of me and this journal here. Jessie looks back down at her journal and continues writing

THELMA

Still standing at the door and getting more irritated with her daughter. Forchristsake, Jessie! What is your issue with leaving the house? Do you even have friends? You and this stupid book, she charges at Jessie’s journal, this is all you want to do: sit here with that nonchalant demeanor, monotone voice in that sloppy get-up that you throw on. You don’t put any effort into bettering yourself or making yourself more approachable. Yet, you sit here and wonder why your social life is non-existent.

JESSIE

Stops writing to look at her now red-faced mother in the eyes, shakes her head in shame and carries on with her writing

THELMA

Now furious, walks up to Jessie to continue her tangent. You’re a miserable little girl, you know that? Get off of my couch and go into your room, I don’t want to look at you.

JESSIE

Unfolds her legs from the couch to get up, while grabbing her book. Gladly she mumbles while walking into her room

THELMA

Plops onto the couch beginning to cry silently to herself. What have I done? She shakes her head, stretching her body out on the couch and closing her eyes to reflect. Why is she like this? Why am I like this?

JESSIE

Sitting criss-cross on her bed in the dark, crying silently thinking to herself. I feel like I can’t do anything right. Whatever I do, I get yelled at for. She’s never home to understand me, it’s almost like she doesn’t want me. Like I’m alone.

THELMA

On the couch contemplating on going into her daughter’s bedroom. What do I say to her? I do not know how to say that I am sorry. This happens all of the time, so maybe it’s not my fault. Yeah...maybe it’s not my fault that she is the way she is. Hmm...maybe she should be the one apologizing to me. Thelma thought to herself. She gets up and begins walking towards Jessie’s bedroom, opening the door, she begins her speech: Why aren’t you able to make friends and socialize with people your own age, Jessie? I don’t understand why you can’t bother to pick up the phone and make plans to hang out with all of these friends that you claim to have. Her tone is patronizing and condescending. I am beginning to think that you have made all of these people up and that you don’t actually have any friends or that these quote-on-quote friends live inside of your head. Her tone is now snarky, she looks at her daughter for a negative reaction she does not see what she had expected and continues to provoke Jessie even more. Hellooo? Are you even listening? Do you not hear me talking to you, little girl?

JESSIE

Creeping up the scale of irritation, she slowly breaks her concentration of the stroking of her pen and paper and looks up at her mother, confused by her immaturity. What is this negative interaction going to gain you? Is labeling me, your only child, making you feel better about yourself? Or does the part where you make a mockery of Schizophrenia boosting your ego? Either way it goes, you admonishing me for not wanting to be around people that I do not consider my friends is ridiculous.

THELMA

Now I understand why you’re not invited to do anything! It is because of your rude, nasty, and witch-like behavior!

JESSIE

Nodding her head in disbelief, she lowers it, refocusing on her moleskin journal, she says firmly: If me standing up for myself deems me as rude or nasty and witch-like, then I guess that is what I have become.

THELMA

Feeling defeated, she turns around, slamming the door on her way out, proceeding to write her daughter a letter. After writing the note, she slid the white-copy paper underneath the door.

JESSIE

With her eyes piercing the book that had now been covered in brown ink, she could feel her eyes welling up with salty tears. She began weeping silently, allowing the droplets to hit the thick paper. I literally don’t understand what I do that is so wrong to make her treat me like this, she said silently to herself while glaring at the carpeted floors to see a white slip of paper slide underneath her bedroom door. Oh great, another one of her apology letter filled with fake promises. She said while getting off of her bed to grab the note While reading the note, she began to feel aggravation because it was just what she thought: nothing but false hopes. Peeling herself off of the floor, she opened the door to walk out and talk to her mom.

THELMA

Hears the door open and turns around to see her daughter marching down the hallway with red eyes, glossy from crying.

JESSIE

‘Night mother. She says in a raspy tone while turning around to enter her bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind her.

THELMA

Runs after Jessie but is too late, begins pounding on the door. Open this damn door, now! She bangs while tears pour down her face. Jessie, Jessie, please forgive me! Jessie child, please forgive me!

END PLAY

[reminiscingdreamer]

Rockslide

Rating: G

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Summary:  The weather may be warmer but that didn't mean the mountains were any less dangerous. Maybe the blabbermouth would keep that in mind next time when he waltzed into unfamiliar territory and ignored Keith.

Part of the Tales From the Odvirkast Mountain series

You can also read it on AO3

The Rockfall Ravine wasn’t usually where Keith chose to wander. For one thing, it was a bit out of his way when he could just hunt around his own area for what he needed with just as much success if not more. For another, it was dangerous. Just as the name suggested, the area was prone to rockslides with a certain amount of noise.

But Rockfall Ravine was also the only place a certain plant, which was really good for treating general sicknesses and minor injuries, grew. For obvious reasons, it was a very useful thing to stockpile and it only grew around this time of the year.

It was really helpful he had Pidge around to look for the plants with him this time around.

They’d split up with Pidge searching from the sky while Keith made his way along the bottom together with Red, keeping an eye out for the greenish-blue curls of the leaves characteristic of the eica.

Red was helpful with her sense of smell in locating several, some high up on the rocky walls while others grew more towards ground level.

It was when he was halfway up one the walls that he heard it; a faint echoing that bounced off the rocks that made Keith let out a long, low hiss from between his clenched teeth. What were people doing here?

Whatever they were doing here, it didn’t matter. If they were loud enough to have their voices echo, they were going to put them all in danger.

Red was in complete agreement if her flattened ears and silent snarl was any indication.

They made their way as quickly as they could towards the source and as they got closer, they could start to make out the words.

“Hellooo! Are you there?”

“Sir Tynum? Sir Tynum!”

He spotted two figures in the distance and he sped up to meet them.

“Sir Ty—whoa, hey. Is that y—”

Keith nearly bowled the other person over slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Be. Quiet,” Keith gritted but then paused when he took stock of who the person was. “You?”

Of all the luck.

The guy he met in town looked just as surprised by the sudden assault as Keith was to find him, but he glared at Keith the moment he recognized him as well and he wrenched his gloved hand away from his mouth.

“What the—What’s the big idea? And what’re you doing here?” he demanded. His loudness set Keith’s teeth on edge and he tried to convey murder through his own glare.

“Be quiet,” Keith repeated, itching to stuff a rock in his mouth to get his point across. “Are you trying to bring the ravine down on our heads?”

The guy opened his mouth and Keith swore that if anything louder than conversation volume came out, he would make good on that urge, but he was interrupted by a nervous voice from the other person with the newbie knight. Keith forgot he was there.

“Uh, guys? Is that a… um… a lērus?”

The guy’s big companion was pointing at Red, who had a section of her teeth bared, tail swishing agitatedly in her annoyance.

“That’s Red. She’s with me,” Keith explained curtly.

“What? Seriously? You’ve tamed a lērus?” the knight squawked. “How? And what’re you even doing all the way out here? Living it?”

“Are you even capable of a volume that’s not obnoxious or is that too hard for you?” Keith seethed to which the knight looked about ready to punch him. He’s welcome to try.

“It’s not going to attack us, right?” continued the big guy, putting out two hands in a placating gesture. “Nice lērus… um… good kitty?”

Red let out a low, insulted growl, tail lashing sharp like a whip, not taking well to being talked to in that way.

“She isn’t going to attack you,” Keith ground out. He was fed up with these two. He wanted them out. “Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here and I don’t care. You need to leave before you do some damage.”

The guy from town seemed to take issue with that and he pushed into Keith’s space, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? Well, it’s not like you own this place and besides, we’re on a very important mission, something I bet you wouldn’t care about, but it involves people’s safety.”

The jibe towards one certain mission in particular was clear.

Keith saw red.

His fist connected with a jutting cheekbone and then pain was blooming across his own cheek. He hardly felt it, too busy trying to get a good grip around a tan neck.

There were a flurry of sounds above and around him but all Keith could focus on was landing as many hits on that grating face as he could. Once or twice he thought he felt someone’s grip, but he lashed out against it as he continued trying to pummel the guy just as he was trying to do the same to Keith, lips curled up in a snarl.

His head bounced as his back impacted against stone and he brought up an elbow to aim a jab when the ground shook with a resounding boom.

Startled, Keith whipped to his right where the sound had come from and in the fraction of a second for him to realize with growing horror what it was and the implications of it, a rumble of crumbling earth and boulder thundered above.

A shout barely left his mouth before it was all crashing over his head, the impact of rock bearing hard and heavy upon his body.

He instinctively covered his head with his arms while the booming of falling rocks resounded above. It probably lasted only several minutes but it took a while before he realized when it stopped.

He opened his eyes but the darkness that met him might as well have not have made it a difference.

He gingerly tried to get up from where he somehow ended up on the ground, noting all the aches and scrapes he could feel as he moved. Luckily, it didn’t appear as though he suffered any major injuries, but the most he could do was sit up before he smacked his head against stone.

With a grunt of pain, he rubbed at the spot before trying to feel out the enclosure of what he resigned himself into admitting; buried beneath a rockslide. It didn’t seem like the space was very big.

A small groan from somewhere close by reminded Keith that he wasn’t alone when the rockslide fell on him and he tensed.

“Wha’ happ’ned?” came the unmistakable voice of knight from town.

Great. He was trapped in here with him.

“Rockslide,” Keith informed him shortly.

There was a sharp inhale and a pained noise. “Crap… I think my leg’s broken. My arm too.”

Keith frowned. That wasn’t too good. “Just hang on.”

He needed to figure out a way to get out. He hoped Red was okay. She was a lot stronger than Keith so maybe she could’ve freed herself or even dodged out of the way. With her sense of smell, she’d be able to find them.

“Rich coming from the guy just trying to beat me up a few seconds ago,” the guy grumbled.

Keith felt a spike of irritation sharp as a needle run through him. “You weren’t exactly the definition of friendly either,” he snapped. “I told you to leave and now we’re stuck in a rockslide.”

“Oh, so this is all my fault?” The guy sounded incredulous for some reason.

“You didn’t even know what you were walking into. The ravine is prone to rockslides from noises and you and your buddy might as well be beating drums with all the yelling you were doing,” Keith growled, running a hand along the wall and cautiously pushing, trying to find a spot where he might be able to feel a thin rush of air or break something free, if not to get out, then at least to get some oxygen.

“Well, maybe if you explained it instead of attacking me like a crazy person—”

“I did.”

There was a half snort half incredulous laugh. “When?”

“When I told you to be quiet, like you should be doing now, if there’s ever a good time, so you’d stop taking up air with useless talk.”

There was nothing. The walls and ceiling wouldn’t budge. There wasn’t even a hole to stick his finger through. He didn’t think he wanted to risk yelling for help. Who knew how deeply they’re buried and whether there’s anyone around to even hear him. But then what was he going to do?

“Wow! Just how arrogant can you be?”

What? Where did that even come from?

“How is telling you to stop wasting air arrogance?” Keith couldn’t keep down his rising temper, after all, wasn’t that the sensible thing to do in this situation? Why was he fighting him on this?

“Well, I don’t hear you shutting up either!” came the indignant exclamation.

Keith clenched his fist and tried to remind himself that hitting a person with broken bones wasn’t a good thing to do. “I’m not the one going on about pointless things while we’re trapped under rock!” he retorted heatedly. This guy never seemed to be able to offer anything useful.

“I’d like you to say that again to my face!”

“Sure,” Keith mocked. “Why don’t you get up here?”

The knight let out some curses but he was interrupted by a spate of coughing. The reason was clear. It was getting harder to breathe.

“Shit,” the knight wheezed.

Keith didn’t say anything, but he inwardly fumed. If the chatterbox had kept his mouth shut, they might’ve been able to hold on for maybe half an hour more at least. At this point, all he could hope for was that Pidge came looking for him and Red and found the rockslide. She might have some magic to do something about this.

“… Am I going to die here?” It was said in the barest of whispers. If they weren’t in such an enclosed space in dead silence, Keith would’ve never been able to hear him. He didn’t think it was meant for him to hear so Keith said nothing. He didn’t know whether they were going to make it out anyway and he wasn’t about to offer fake placations.

They didn’t say anything after that, struggling to conserve as much of the remaining oxygen as they could but as accustomed to thinner air as he was, even Keith was beginning to struggle. He didn’t know how the knight was faring but almost definitely worse off than him. Was he even still conscious?

It was suffering having to breathe in but never getting enough to fill his lungs and being able to feel that lack in every inhale. It was like trying to breathe in void.

Maybe he really was going to die here, but he’d been on the brink of death before and there’d been hope then. He had to believe there’s hope now.

At first, it was so faint he thought the oxygen deprivation was finally starting to make him hallucinate. But then it grew louder and louder until it turned into the unmistakable sound of shifting rock.

Keith felt his heart leap in stuttered beats, a grin forming on his lips.

“Keith!”

Pidge. He knew he could count on him.

“Keith!”

The second voice had his grin sliding right off even as the last boulder between him and release was removed and sweet air had him gasping in relief.

“Keith, are you okay?” Pidge had flown down to kneel next to him, checking over his injuries with those sharp eyes of his. Red leapt down to join him on his other side, but Keith waved them off. He was fine more or less. More importantly…

Keith sat up more fully, honing in on…

He was conscious. Oh Fel. He was conscious and gawping at Shiro as he carefully removed the boulders trapping his right leg and left arm.

Keith stumbled to his feet and started to make his way over to the knight, ignoring Pidge’s confused murmur. He didn’t know what he was going to do when he reached him but… but…

“Keith.”

The tone was gentle and it stopped Keith in his tracks. He slowly looked up at Shiro, whose eyes were bright with understanding.

“We’ll sort this out later,” he said quietly. “For now, let’s help them out first.”

Keith swallowed and nodded shakily.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah,” Keith croaked. He could feel Pidge sidling up beside him and Red bumped up against him. Their presence reassured him a bit but it still didn’t do much to the turmoil roiling in his stomach.

Shiro spared one last concerned glance at him before directing his attention to the knight still lying dumbstruck among the rocks staring at him and asked, “Are you okay? Can you stand?”

It took a while for the questions to register and when they did, a mess of gibberish that might’ve been half-formed sentences left his mouth but then his eyes caught on something over Shiro’s shoulder and they widened.

“Hunk!” he cried, trying to lever himself up but fell back down with a yelp of pain when he jostled his arm.

“Careful! He’s alive. Just unconscious,” Shiro was quick to assure, moving so as to better let the knight see the passenger slumped against his mane of black hair at the base of his neck.

Eyes sliding from his companion back up to Shiro, he haltingly said, “Are you… Are you…” The knight gulped and in a small voice finished, “Real?”

“I’m as real as you could ever be,” Shiro intoned and then grinned.

The knight returned it hesitantly. “That’s amazing.” His voice was full of wonder and for some reason, it kind of irritated Keith. It was enough for him to snap out of his stupor.

“You can be awed later. Can we hurry up and move on already?” he cut in, breaking apart from Pidge and Red to stalk over. To Shiro he said, “His arm and leg are broken. He’s not going to be able to stay on you.”

“I’ll carry him then,” Shiro decided before a contemplative look came across his face. “But… with one of them unconscious and the other one with broken limbs, we might not be able to drop them off as usual at the bottom of the mountain.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Keith asked with a sinking feeling.

Slowly, Shiro said, “We might have to house them for the duration of—”

“No,” Keith refused flatly, crossing his arms.

There was a pause as Shiro gazed at him with the steadiness of thoughtful but firm reasoning.

“It’s your home, Keith. You can choose whoever you want to house.” The ‘anyone except knights’ went unsaid. Shiro knew the context. “You can still turn them away if you want and I won’t push. But just consider what other options there are. Now what do you want to do?”

Keith tightened his grip against the sleeve of his thin coat.

With the larger knight out, that left the other one to support him into town but with a broken leg, that wasn’t possible. Keith could help but, he realized with dawning dread, did he really want to let them back into Velkri when one of them could tell everyone there about Shiro?

He turned to stare at the knight who had yet to take his eyes off Shiro throughout.

No, he didn’t trust him to keep his mouth shut. Not for a second. He was the kind of person who would immediately go to the nearest tavern and start shouting about Shiro at the top of his lungs to an entire room full of hunters. Of course, there’d be people who wouldn’t believe him, but there were also always fanatics and then…

“Fine,” Keith said sharply, forcibly cutting his thoughts off before they could go down that path. “We’ll take them to my house.”

He hated it, but it was better than the other alternative. At least while they’re there, he could keep an eye on the loudmouth knight as he figured out what to do about his knowledge of Shiro.

Shiro nodded and then turned to the knight.

“Would that be okay? I’m sorry we can’t take you right into town where there’s better medical aid, but it’s the best solution I can think of in these circumstances,” he told him apologetically.

“What? No, no! I-It’s fine! I appreciate it, really.” The knight stuttered, smiling before it turned sheepish. “But uh… we were actually sent here to find a guy named Tynum. He’s kind of bulky, black hair, wears lots of furs. He led a hunting party a few days ago and he hadn’t come back so… I kind of have to find him and broken leg or not, I have to bring him back.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find him and guide him back in your stead,” Shiro offered.

“How?” the knight asked, equally as baffled as he was keenly interested.

“You don’t need to know that,” Keith interrupted harshly. “Do you want our help or not?”

“Keith.” Shiro’s tone held traces of admonishment in it and Keith pressed his lips tightly together into a thin line of displeasure. “The details are long and kind of unimportant right now. First, we should really get you and your friend medical attention.”

The knight hesitated, stare sliding over to the other knight, and he nodded. “Okay, yeah. Getting Hunk some treatment is more important.”

Turning to Pidge, Shiro asked, “Could you go ahead of us and get things set up for when we get there?”

“You got it,” Pidge said with a salute and then took off for the house.

“Keith?”

At the query, Keith dragged his eyes from one of the large boulders surrounding him to Shiro’s. There was apology there that squeezed at Keith’s heart.

Shiro was just trying to do the right thing and the choice was Keith’s in the end. He knew Shiro would’ve went along with whatever he decided to do even if it meant the knight would get a very painful and uncomfortable ride down the mountain on Red’s back.

But more than anything, Shiro’s safety came first and he wouldn’t have let that knight return to Velkri anyway if Keith could take advantage of the time he’ll be spending under his roof to beat into his head to keep Shiro a secret, one way or another.

He couldn’t say that out loud, but they were going to be talking about this later. Keith could see the promise of a discussion written in the firmness of his gaze.

“Do you want a ride on me or Red?” Shiro continued to ask.

“I’ll go with you,” Keith replied almost automatically. He cast a glance towards Red, who was sitting beside him, and she stood up, bumping her head against his chest before running off, presumably back home as well.

Shiro nodded and lowered himself so that Keith could climb on behind the big knight named Hunk. There was nothing to grab onto except Hunk in front of him, but that was one of the reasons he was returning on Shiro anyway; to ensure Hunk didn’t fall off. Shiro’s wind magic would’ve been enough to keep him on, but it didn’t hurt to have an extra pair of steadying hands.

When Keith was settled, Shiro stood up again to focus on the last remaining person still there. “Alright, I’m going to move you now. It’ll hurt but bear with me, okay? Tell me when you’re ready.”

The knight gave a toothy grin. “Ready’s my middle name.”

“Alright. Here we go.”

Shiro reached towards the knight with his claws, digging them into the rock ground as if it were soil, and slowly scooped him up. Some of the ground crumbled off, but enough remained intact so that it served as a bed of stone of sorts. Still, despite how gently and carefully Shiro lifted him up, the knight let out groans of pain as his injuries were jolted.

When Shiro was done picking him up, he held still to give the knight a breather.

“You okay there?” Shiro asked.

“Never… Never been… better,” the knight panted, cheerful voice tight with pain.

“Sorry, once we’re in the air, it’ll be a bit better.”

“Looking forward to it.” He gave a weak laugh.

Shiro tucked the knight against his chest and with a powerful push, he was in the air, his magic keeping the wind from jostling them and smoothing out Shiro’s passage in the sky so that Keith could hardly even feel like he was in flight.

They headed home.

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