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eideticallys · 1 year

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Who Needs Time Management When I Have You?

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: one of the many perks of having a boyfriend with flawless memory is that you do not have to remember stuff—he remembers them for you.

genre: tooth-rotting domestic fluff

word count: 1.5k

author's notes: i wrote this because domestic!spencer reid is a guilty pleasure of mine. i can definitely picture him as an attentive boyfriend because aside from the fact that he has flawless memory, he's an overall caring guy. with that said, i hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this! also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

ONE OF THE MANY PERKS OF HAVING A BOYFRIEND WITH FLAWLESS MEMORY IS THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO REMEMBER STUFF—HE REMEMBERS THEM FOR YOU. Do you have a dentist's appointment at 9? Covered. He will be waking you up at 7 with breakfast in bed. Your sister’s birthday is coming up. No worries! He has already ordered a bouquet ready to be sent on the day. It is amazing, and you thank your lucky stars for him every morning when you wake up and see him cozily sleeping beside you.

However, you were out of luck on the boyfriend angle today. You had your monthly—or if the BAU is free—girls' night scheduled tonight. As much as you enjoy having girls' nights with the BAU girls, Spencer also likes to spend some time out with the guys for a nightcap or something, whatever the men at the BAU enjoy when there is no case. And that means, your boyfriend is busy getting ready to go out as well. Although Spencer has never forgotten a thing in his life—even when he is on the brink of life and death—you do not want to stress him out even more by asking him what you think you have forgotten to prepare.

So, today when you were running around the house like a madman trying to collect the stuff you need to bring to Garcia’s for girls' night, you have no one else to blame but yourself. You have depended on your boyfriend to remember stuff for you that you always leave the preparation at the very last minute. At the moment, you believe you’ve never hated yourself as much as you did now, which is quite the feat considering that you’ve hated yourself a lot before for chickening out on confessing your feelings to boy wonder—your boyfriend, Spencer Reid—only to find out he shares the same feelings.

Scratch that, you hate your boyfriend right now more than you hate yourself.

Currently, that same boyfriend has been snickering nonstop at you dashing left and right and gathering the things you need to bring. Face masks? Check. Wine? Check. What else were you forgetting?

“You know, there’s this study that says only 82% of people have a time management system.”

Your ever-loving boyfriend, Spencer, decided to share. You were about to chuck the throw pillow at him because you could hear the I told you so in his voice, but you knew his fact-sharing and nagging was his unique way of saying, “I love you, but you could’ve remedied this problem by preparing the stuff you’ll need the night before.”

“No, I don’t, Spence. But, do tell.”

At this point, you’re pretty sure Spencer was sporting a shit-eating grin and was probably holding in a laugh at the strain in your voice from recalling whether you’ve got everything so you can head over to Garcia’s. You’re pretty sure Garcia is about to talk your ear off if you’re running late. You missed out on the last girls' night after you bailed on them, wanting to spend the night with Spencer, watching Star Wars, and eating takeout.

“There's a survey done recently which revealed that 90% of people say better time management can lead to increased productivity.” Spencer started explaining, hands waving around as if to demonstrate the numbers in front of him. “However, only 18% of people have a proper time management system.”

“And?”

“Well, it just reminded me of you.” Spencer pursed his lips now, as he tried to explain his thoughts without annoying you. “If you just had a proper time management system like a to-do list or a planner. You could save at least..” He stared at his watch and did the math, “You could save at least one hour and forty-three minutes of your time instead of panicking over whether you got all the things you need for girls' night.”

“I don’t need that when I have you. Don’t you think so?”

This made your boyfriend blush, and you giggled, heading towards his direction, so you could wrap your hands around his waist and bury your face into his chest. You were the luckiest person alive for getting to date someone as wonderful as Spencer.

What you just said would not have made anyone flush and nervous, but Spencer was different. You knew he’s never been in a formal relationship with anyone before you. Thus, from time to time, he still gets embarrassed by your antics which you’ll always be endeared by. You live to see your boyfriend getting flustered because it gives you a reason to shower him with affection like now.

“I love you too, Spence.”

You looked up at your boyfriend, who looked like he was about to burst from your directness. You and he may deal with a lot of blood and gore during work, but he can be the most fainthearted person alive when it came to your affections.

“B-but I didn’t say I love you..” He trailed off, confused as to why you were suddenly proclaiming your love for him. You grinned even more as you pinched the tip of his nose.

“You didn’t have to, Spence. I know your nagging is one way of you saying you love me, and I love you for that.”

Spencer scrunched his nose and rubbed the back of his neck out of shyness. If you could keep him in your pocket for safekeeping, you would. He’s just too precious for this world.

“But, as much as I love you, I know just as much that Penelope will have my ass kicked by Emily if I get to her house late,” you broke free from your boyfriend’s comfy arms, checking the bags you packed while doing so. “I have to go, baby. I think I got everything I need.”

Picking up your bag and care package, you ruffled your boyfriend’s brown locks, which made him frown a bit and sigh. You snickered at his reaction and proceeded to walk towards the front door. You were about to reach the staircase just outside your shared apartment when you realized something.

You forgot your car keys.

Berating yourself in your head, you were certain once you entered that door, Spencer would be on your case like a mother duck. He can be too fretful when it comes to you. Oh well, that is one thing you love about him. Huffing, you slowly turned the doorknob and found Spencer leaning on the wall just inside the door with his arms crossed, looking at you smugly. You rolled your eyes.

One thing about Spencer Reid is he can be a cocky little shit when proven right. And that happens most—if not all—the time, with his IQ of 187 and eidetic memory. Unfortunately for him, he also happened to date a cocky little shit—you—who likes to fluster the living lights out of him. And right now, you just thought of the perfect way to get back at him.

But first, your car keys. Spencer next.

Once you have retrieved the pesky item—like it’s the car keys’ fault, you forgot to get them—you turned towards the door, not paying any attention to your boyfriend, who was already cracking up at you. Only when you’ve reached the door, your back towards Spencer, did you smirk. Oh, he’ll never know what’s coming to him. You did a U-turn and

“Forgot something, sweetheart?”

“Why, yes I did, Dr. Reid,” you stated plainly, beelining towards him, making him take a few steps back until he ended up with his back against the wall. He's so easy to fluster. "I forgot to do this."

You slanted your head and pressed your lips against his. Your bodies were snug against each other as you kissed heatedly against the wall. You could feel the flutter of his long lashes against your cheeks as he parted his lips slightly to kiss you deeper. You could taste your shared breath, smell his faint perfume, and feel the slight scruff of a stubble about to show up. Warmth blossomed in your chest when you felt Spencer caress your face as if you were fine porcelain.

Kissing Spencer Reid never gets old in your books. Despite his lack of romantic experience and being the eager researcher that he was, Spencer was an eager lover—he would kiss you every chance he'd get to know how to please you, which paid off, by the way. This may be a biased opinion but you think the best kisses you have shared were with Spencer.

However, like all good things, kissing Spencer has to end, or Garcia will have you banned from her house for running late.

You pulled away from Spencer and grinned at him, to which he returned with a stunned smile. You chuckled when you noticed your lipstick smudged on the corner of his lips and brushed a finger to erase it. You wouldn't want your boyfriend to be the subject of Morgan's teasing once they're together after this. Noticing the daze your boyfriend is under is about to wear off, and he was about to say something, you beat him to it by pressing a smooch on his nose and pulling away completely.

"I gotta go, Dr. Reid. Don't miss me too much!"

You scampered towards the door and shot a wink at your bewildered boyfriend—who was now sputtering in indignation for interrupting what he was about to say. He is so cute.

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fadedncity · 29 days

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save a horse, ride a cowboy

wc: 3.3k

pairing: haechan x fem!reader

cw: smut, bf!haechan, non idol au, alcohol consumption, switch!haechan, switch!reader, praising, teasing, oral sex (receiving), fingering, brief sensory deprivation, riding/cowgirl, dirty talk, pet names, marking, creampie, unprotected sex, small mention of other idols, small mention of aftercare

song rec: tyrant, sweet ★ honey ★ buckiin’, and riiverdance by beyoncé

a/n: i've been listening to cowboy carter nonstop ever since it dropped, gaining a shit ton of inspiration lmao. happy reading! 🤠

edit: yes title change per @iweirdthingsblog suggestion 🫶🏽

You tap your boot along to the beat of the song, creating a soft thud on the wooden planks below you. The bar hums with activity, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and sawdust mixed with the aroma of sizzling food and spilled beer.

Lanterns flicker overhead, casting dancing shadows across the room as patrons swirled around the wooden dance floor, their boots drumming out rhythms as they engaged in lively line dancing, their laughter mingling with the twang of guitars and the thump of the bass.

"Anytime today, Hyuck," you sigh, resting your chin on the end of your cue stick while you wait for Haechan to make his move.

"I'm thinking," Haechan says, his hand on his hip as he surveys the pool table. The warm glow of overhead lights illuminates the green-felt surface of the pool table you've been occupying for the better part of an hour.

Haechan's gaze is intense, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he calculates each shot. His fingers trace the edge of his cue stick, the wood worn smooth from years of use. Haechan leans over the table, his movements fluid as he lines up his shot.

The sharp crack of the cue ball fills the air as he strikes, the 5 ball nearly making it into the pocket but hitting the edge of the table instead, causing Haechan to curse under his breath.

You smirk, rounding the table to Haechan's side, confidence oozing from your pores, "Excuse me," you lean over the table.

You eye the remaining balls with a grin, your mind already calculating the perfect angle for your next shot. With a smooth stroke, you send both the 11 and 8 balls careening into the corner pocket, sealing your victory.

"That makes it what now, 3-1," you tease, savoring the taste of triumph.

Haechan hadn't really been paying attention to your game-winning strike, too distracted by you leaning over in front of him, especially in this outfit.

"You know, maybe if you weren't too busy staring at my ass, you'd have a fair chance at winning."

"Not my fault your ass looks amazing in these pants," Haechan smirks, stepping forward and pressing his body flush against yours.

The scent of whiskey and cologne clouds your senses as you refuse to back down and look away even under the immense weight of his heavy stare.

"Hey—Oh I'm definitely interrupting something," Michelle said, breaking the tension between the two of you.

"Just me running Hyuck's pockets dry," You break the eye contact, looking over at your friend.

"So nothing new then," Michelle waves off, "Well Yangyang lost in darts, so the next round's on him," she informs you both.

"Say less," You slip from between Haechan and the pool table.

Haechan closely follows behind you as you join your friends gathered around the table.

"To victory and defeat," Renjun teases Yangyang, causing the younger to flip him off as he downed the shot.

"To victory and defeat!" the group echoed, clinking their glasses together before tossing back the fiery liquid and slamming them down on the table.

"So," You wince, letting the slight burn of the alcohol pass, "Wanna go another round?" you ask Haechan.

"So you can take more of my money? No thank you," he says, setting his glass down beside yours.

"Booo you're no fun," you scoff.

Haechan's lips curled into a sly grin, "How about something that gives a more fair chance of either of us winning."

"Like...?"

Haechan's eyes scanned the room before landing on the rowdy patrons lined up for their turn on the mechanical bull, its metal frame gleaming under the dim lights. Cheers and laughter erupted as riders attempted to last longer than the previous one, their determination matched only by the wild gyrations of the mechanical contraption.

"The mechanical bull."

You accept the challenge with a smirk, eager to prove your skills once again.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge. "And why would I lose?" With a playful tug, you snatched Haechan's hat from his head and plopped it on your own.

Haechan chuckles, his gaze trailing after the hat. "Because, sweetheart, if you've forgotten, you're about as graceful as a newborn calf," he says.

A grin spreads across your face as you adjust the hat, determined to prove him wrong. "Oh, baby, don't be so sure you know everthing. I've got moves you've yet to see," you counter, your competitive spirit ignited.

"You sure this hat isn't too small for your big head?" Haechan teases, flicking the brim of the hat on your head.

"Oh I'm sure. Unless you're scared to prove me right."

"I just don't want your ego to be bruised when you're proven wrong," Haechan says.

"Okay, how much you wanna bet?" you ask.

"How about we make this a little more interesting?" he proposes, his tone suggestive.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. "And what's more interesting than money?" you inquire, a mischievous smile on your lips.

"If you win, I'll go home with you tonight and we can do whatever you want," he leans closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, "If I win, you'll come over to mine, and I get to do whatever I want to you," he says.

A chill runs down your spine as Haechan speaks these words in your ear. You swallow hard, trying not to make it evident how excited you are by his words.

"You're on, Hyuck."

"May the best rider win," he holds out his hand for you to shake.

As Haechan rose from his seat, a determined glint in his eyes, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. He ventured toward the mechanical beast, his confident stride drawing the attention of both you and your friends. With a smirk, you leaned over to the rest of the table, informing them of the bet you had made with Haechan, leaving out a few of the more intimate details to spare their ears.

"How long do you think he'll last?" Dosie questions as she sat up in her seat to get a better view.

Mark turns in his spot, his eyes trained on Haechan as he mounts the mechanical bull. "I'll give him 10, maybe 15 seconds," he wagers, a playful grin spreading across his face.

As the mechanical bull bucked and swayed, Haechan surprised everyone by lasting longer than 15 seconds, though he was ultimately thrown off before reaching the 20-second mark, much to Yuta's amusement as he operated the machine.

"Have fun trying to beat that, babe," Haechan calls out confidently as he approaches you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Have fun watching me," you wink as you stand to your feet, accepting the challenge laid before you.

Haechan switches places with you, his gaze fixated on your swaying hips as you walk away from the table. He watches you pass the pen, heading toward the DJ's booth where Johnny stands, whispering something in his ear. You exchange a knowing smile with Haechan from across the bar, a silent understanding passing between you as you prepare to take on the challenge.

As the music changes, signaling the start of your ride, you mount the mechanical bull with ease, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Once you have your balance, you let go of the reins and let the beat of the music flow through your body, trusting your hips to follow the movements of the machine to keep you upright.

Haechan watches you intently as you effortlessly command the bull, practically hypnotizing him as your hips move in sync with the music, and you make it look like the easiest thing ever.

"Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it. Make it look so good-" The lyrics of the song ring out in Haechan's ears as he's unable to tear his eyes away from you.

Haechan's throat feels dry and can feel his cock stirring in his pants, watching you. His mind races, quickly disregarding any repercussions of the bet, wanting to take you home as the desire to have him be the one you're on top of grows with each whine of your waist.

The intensity of the ride increases, and you grab onto your hat, ensuring it stays firmly in place as you continue to ride with no hands, determined to prove a point to Haechan, all the while completely unaware of the turmoil you're subjecting him to.

But as your legs began to tire, you knew it was time to gracefully dismount the bull, bouncing on the airy cushion below before being helped up by Yuta.

"And we have a new record setter!" Johnny announces, causing the bar to erupt into cheers, the crowd raising their drinks in salute.

"Hey, you have a bit of drool, just right there," Kelcee teases Haechan as he still hasn't picked up his jaw.

Returning to the table victorious, you share a triumphant smile with Haechan, "This now makes it 4-1," you declare, downing the free shot Taeyong had brought to your table.

"We're leaving now," Haechan says.

"Why?" you ask.

"Cause I almost just came in my pants," he admits.

. . .

The entry to your house was heated, as Haechan couldn't wait another second after you got the key in the door. His hands were all over you, desperate to get your clothes off as you both almost trip over your feet, kicking off your boots.

"You're so impatient, baby. What's everyone gonna think of us just leaving so abruptly?" you ask.

"I don't give a fuck," Haechan reaches for your waist, pulling you close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin, "I need you now." he pants against your lips.

You circle your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Haechan's hands on your hips travel lower, cupping your ass through your leather pants, making you groan into his mouth.

He grabs the back of your thighs, hoisting you into the air, making you yelp in surprise when you feel the ground no longer beneath your feet.

Haechan blindly navigates through your house, bringing you both to the bedroom, slightly knocking into pieces of furniture on the way there. You hop out of his arms when he nears the bed and push him down onto the mattress.

Sitting back on his hands, Haechan watches as you begin to undo the strings of your top, revealing the tops of your breasts.

You can tell he's already growing impatient, nibbling on his bottom lip and bouncing his leg, becoming more fidgety.

"Would you like to do the honors?" you drop your arms to your sides, and without missing a beat, Haechan drops to his knees in front of you. He swiftly undoes your belt, flinging somewhere in the room before making quick work of your pants, pulling the leather down your legs, allowing you to step out of them.

You softly run your fingers through Haechan's hair as he begins kissing his way up your legs. His hands snake up the sides of your legs, pulling you closer as he reaches the apex of your thigh.

"Can I?" he asks, looking up at you with desperation in his eyes.

"Go ahead, my love," you nod at him.

Haechan doesn't break eye contact as he takes the hem of your underwear between his teeth, slowly dragging them down your legs. He licks his lips, circling an arm around one of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.

You sensually hum, letting your head fall back as Haechan's tongue laps at your folds. His eyes flick up to your face, watching as you lose yourself and begin rocking your hips against his mouth.

"Mhm, that's it, baby," you moan.

Haechan smirks before he catches your clit between his lips, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Hyuck," you gasp, roughly tugging at his roots.

You mewl, feeling your knees becoming weak. But Haechan holding your hips helps you stay upright. He starts shifting in his place on the floor, his cock straining against his pants as he eats you out. Your eyes roll back, the warmth blooming in your lower stomach. Haechan shoves his face further between your legs, his tongue working tirelessly against your pulsing clit.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," you tell him.

A muffled whimper can be heard from the man before you, desperate to taste all of you. Haechan's fingers reach your entrance, slowly sinking two digits into your pussy.

"Yes, yes, right there," you sigh.

Haechan groans when you roughly pull on his hair, tugging his head back. Your eyes meet your boyfriend's wide, lustful ones, seeing the lower half of his face glistening with your juices in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

You grab the collar of his shirt, getting him to stand to his full height, and crash your lips into his. You swipe your tongue along the seam of his lips, tasting yourself when you slip your tongue into his mouth.

You begin unbuttoning his shirt as he undoes the buckle of his belt, letting it clunk to the floor, before kicking off his pants along with his underwear.

With the strings of your vest untied, Haechan pushes the leather off your shoulders, finally getting you fully undressed as he pulls you down onto the bed with him, seating you in his lap.

A soft groan slips from Haechan's lips when you roll your hips into his, and you feel his cock growing more and more erect with each gyration of your hips. You trail kisses down his neck, softly sinking your teeth into his skin.

You push Haechan back onto the pillows, brushing your hair out of the way as it falls into his face.

"So," you start as you reach over to your nightstand, "Remember the part when you said if I win, we get to do whatever I want," you remind him, revealing the blindfold in your hand.

"Oh god," Haechan rolls his eyes.

"What, you said you trust me," you sit back with a pout.

"I do," Haechan sits up, hugging you closer, "I just hate the idea of not being able to see you," now he has a pout on his face, "I love nothing more than watching your face completely melt with bliss as I make you cum on my cock," his fingers dig into your skin, "But of course for you, my love, I'll do anything."

"We don't have t-"

"I want to. Just let me look at you a little longer first," Haechan tucks your hair behind your ear, admiring your features.

You press a kiss to his lips, "Alright, pretty boy," you tie the scarf behind his head, making sure not to get his hair caught in the knot. "You ready?"

"Do your worst," he says with a snarky grin, laying back with his hands behind his head.

"Okay," You lined his cock up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his length, "Just relax for me, babe."

"Fuck," Haechan draws out, reveling in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

"God, you fill me up so good, Hyuck," you begin to rock your hips.

His hands reach out for you but he stops himself. "Can I touch you?"

"Hmm, not yet," you say, "Just sit there and take it like a good boy," you kiss the corner of his mouth.

Haechan whimpers and bucks his hips up into yours, balling his fists to restrain himself. You flatten your feet on the bed, giving yourself more leverage. Each time you lower yourself, you feel the tip of his cock reaching the deepest parts of you.

Haechan tries to keep himself from moving too much but fails miserably, too drunk off the feeling of your warm, wet walls, hugging his length with a vice grip.

"Please—fuck—please, you feel so fucking good," he squirms beneath you, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Yeah, is this what you wanted?" you let your knees fall on either side of his waist, slowing down your movements, "Couldn't stop yourself from hoping I'd ride you as well as that mechanical bull, huh, pretty boy?"

His breath hitches in his throat, "Mhm..."

"Maybe you knew you'd lose, and knew you'd get exactly what you wanted anyway."

Haechan laughs, "It may have crossed my mind."

You pull the blindfold from over his eyes, and Haechan blinks his vision into focus, staring up at you.

"God, you got me so fucking weak," Haechan sighs, bringing a smile to your face.

"Come here," you jut your chin toward him.

Haechan sits up, wrapping his arms around and crashing his lips into yours. You tangle your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. Haechan's lips muffle your moans, holding your hips and directing your movements.

"Fuck, I wanna cum so bad," he says.

"What makes you think you deserve to?" you tease.

Mischief gleams in your boyfriend's eyes as he holds your waist, bringing you both closer to the edge of the bed. He grabs your ankles, directing your feet to flatten on the bed on either side of him. With the extra leverage, you're able to move more fluidly and curl your arm around Haechan's neck as you ride him.

"Oh my god, hyuck, you feel so fucking good," you whine.

"That's right, sweetheart," he takes hold of your waist, slamming his cock up into you, "Take it like it's yours," he grunts.

You cry out, throwing your head back as Haechan can't tear his eyes away from where your bodies meet, too entranced with the way your sopping heat swallows his cock.

"I feel so close," you say.

"Yeah?" he smirks. He sneaks his hand between your bodies, and a moan rips from your throat as he circles your clit with his thumb.

"Please, Hyuck, oh my god!" your fingernails dig into his shoulder, causing him to his at the temporary pain. "I want you to cum with me."

"Oh I'm right there with you, princess," his voice drops an octave, "Just focus on how good it feels. How much I fill you up over and over again. How your pretty little pussy takes me so well."

"Please, baby, m'close," you slur.

"That's it, sweetheart, yeah," Haechan's jaw clenched, feeling how tight you are right now, "Let me have it all."

Your thighs tremble, and the muscles in your lower stomach contract as you feel the knot inside you snap. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and your vision goes black. You slump against Haechan's chest as his hips continue fucking up into you, your orgasm sending him into his own.

"Fuck," Haechan buries his cock inside you, letting his seed decorate your inner walls.

"Oh my god," was all you could say as you wrapped your arms around Haechan, trying to catch your breath.

Haechan tucks his head into the crook of your neck and rubs his hand up and down your back. Soft kisses against the side of your throat bring you out of your haze, and you lift your head to meet Haechan's eyes.

"That was…"

"Yeah, it was," you both laugh.

"Are you alright?" he asks, soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs.

"Yeah, I'm just already feeling it in my legs," you tell him, hissing from the discomfort in your limbs.

You attempt to stand, almost falling to the floor if it weren't for Haechan grabbing your waist and seating you back on the bed.

"How about you stay here, and I get you cleaned up. I have a feeling you're gonna be having some difficulty getting around for the next few days," Haechan chuckles.

"It was totally worth it," you reply.

a/n: i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve put something out and im so sorry for that 😣 but i’ve missed y’all and i’ve missed writing. i can’t promise my next story will be out soon but i’ll definitely be putting some more stuff out later on in the year. i love you all and thank you for reading <33 feedback is appreciated!!

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1for5 · 8 days

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yes im changing

paige bueckers x reader

(paige x uconn psychology student!reader)

synopsis: with y/n being in a new environment, still facing rejection, how can she bounce back?

masterlist

chapter 8

uconn freedom wall entry #2205

paige and y/n are dating. the uconn wbb went to the football game, and y/n was with them. she was wearing paige’s jersey shirt. they weren’t seated beside each other, but they kept on glancing at each other, i was near their seat. can’t believe a freshman bagged paige bueckers 🤷‍♀️

comments:

huzkieeees: explained their nonstop bickering

paigefan: NOOOOO

y/n’s heart was beating fast as she read the post. have they not have heard of privacy? what do you mean they kept on glancing at each other?

kk and azzi waited for y/n to respond, getting more curious for what she would say. “its okay y/n we already know.” kk said, to give y/n a “safe space,” with azzi agreeing to her.

“i dont know where to start.” y/n said, she planned on telling the two about what she felt different about paige. “i know ive disliked her, but im not gonna lie, i like her attention. i felt rewarded when she replies back to my shit talking.. and yesterday.” y/n briefly explained.

“WHAT YESTERDAY?” both azzi and kk asked, with their eyes growing bigger with y/n confessing about what she feels toward paige. “when you guys asked me who would i kiss on the team, i thought about paige. it was so weird though, since ive disliked her. i literally can’t sleep yesterday since i kept on thinking about her. maybe my petty acts were disguises to get her attention. i dont know.” y/n explained further.

“the psychology student is finally psychology student-ing!” kk joked, azzi slapping her arm. “seriously though y/n, the others have been noticing about your actions toward paige. you may like the basketball player.” azzi places her hand on y/n’s left shoulder.

“we’re not asking you to make a move quickly, but you should reflect on your actions first boo.” kk added. “maybe, but you and i aren’t always correct. i might just let the flow go. and plus, i do not have energy to respond to any of the rumors. whats true is true and whats false is false.” y/n said, getting up immediately stretching her whole body.

“that’s true. this rumor might be a plus even, paige always gets bombarded with crazy girl and boy fans thinking that they can get a shot with paige.” azzi agreed. after the conversation, the three waited patiently for the others to comeback with their breakfast.

when the rest of the team arrived, they all gathered around the living room or the kitchen area to eat. they opened the tv to watch an nba game. y/n could feel paige’s eyes on her, and paige could feel y/n’s eyes on her. it was a weird feeling for them both, not bickering to each other the second they are in each other’s presence.

everyone’s laughing around, but even to them it was obvious that there was a tension between paige and y/n.

“oh y/n uh here’s a coffee. aub said that you will need it.” paige handed y/n a spanish latte, which was her absolute favorite. when paige gave y/n the drink, their hands touched, which weirdly gave both of them an “electric feeling” the two just shrugged, thinking that maybe it was from the freedom wall post and they just felt overall weird after that. y/n then replied with to paige with a “thank you”, and went to kk and azzi’s corner in the living room.

after eating their breakfast, they all decided to get ready to walk around the campus as their “saturday not-so workout.” it takes 2 hours for the whole team to get ready, hence there is no need to worry about how they just ate.

it was always tradition for the team to walk around the campus during saturdays. they get to visit the buildings and other parts of campus that they dont normally go.

people then started to get ready, with paige announcing to everyone that she has dibs first to her own shower. she got responded with “GIRL JUST SHOWER!” “SHOWER NOW! NOT LATER THEN IF YOU DONT WANT PEOPLE STEALING YOUR SHOWER TIME!” by her teammates. paige rolled her eyes, and walked into her room and closed her door to get ready. the team huddles into the dining area.

“so, what’s our plan for next week?” nika asked the team.

“what’s going to happen next week?” y/n responded with another question.

“paige’s birthday! october 20.” ice answered.

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cerastes · 1 year

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It’s been a few days, so I can say this, but man, I think the worst part of family gatherings, or rather, the price for the seemingly free food, is definitely having to listen to older relatives talk about politics, specially other countries’ politics, while I’m just trying to mooch food while making the minimum social noblesse oblige so I can leave.

This one relative, he’s real big on Trump. Sucks and chews his foreskin clean every time he can. There’s a pretty big misunderstanding older people here in Chile have, see, they see themselves not as latinos, they see themselves as ~race neutral~, they are white, obviously. Which is real weird until you realize that’s the propaganda generation. Old fucks here, damn man, real big on believing shit, huge fans of just accepting what they are told. No one would go on the radio and lie, right? Or on Whatsapp chain messages, for that matter. Critical thinking’s for pussies. So this relative, yeah, he shows up for the family gatherings, but while we feast on delicious homemade meals, he’s only eating Donald Trump’s dick nonstop.

So I had enough, told him to stop talking about what he didn’t know about, and to stop gargling on that man’s dick for one second because his lentils were getting cold. He didn’t like that one, for some reason, so as any red blooded, brave man invested in foreign politics he doesn’t know shit about, he stood up with mighty presence and told me he’d kick my ass if I disrespected him again. I reminded him of his latest failed business venture and how he’s mooching off his wife just as he’s always done in less than polite terms, and fuck man, maybe I’m just really bad at this, but he did not like that one either. Then my mother kindly reminded him I’m a boxer, and he suddenly remembered how he prefers the marketplace of ideas to settle differences. It may have to do with the fact that his own son, who is decidedly not a fighter, punched him out 2 years ago.

What I’m trying to get at is, man, the Chilean schism of race here among old people is fucked up, and I wish I could just say I don’t get it, but I do. Again, these people grew up in the era of maximum unfiltered propaganda with no world wide web backdrop to contrast ideas and opinions against. People nowadays, with the world wide web backdrop, still develop the most ass backwards incomprehensible worldviews that, were you to portray them through a character in a video game or a book, would get said character labelled as unrealistically unhinged by most people, so imagine how some old people from back then must be. These are people that really believe that if “Tio Trump” had his way, they wouldn’t be machine gunned during the celebratory parades at sundown towns. Or, to put it in less wordy terms, we got some real fucking stupid old people in this country, but like, real real fucking stupid, you wouldn’t believe how stupid they are... But for every reason that makes perfect, coherent sense. That’s not even getting into the complicated relationship that Chile has with the Left, to throw in the pot of everything else up there.

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laladellakang · 2 years

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2022.05.04 italics dialogue = english | bold dialogue = japanese | bold + italics = confessionals

WHO ELSE MISSED DELLA 'CAUSE I MISSED HER SOOO MUCH

btw i'm sorry this chapter is so shit, i wrote it while having writer's block

"They look so natural," Alice leaned back on the sofa while covering her face. All the I-Landers were gathered in the living room to watch the Grounders' practice video.

"They're really good," "They suit it well," I could hear some of the guys praise.

"Jesus- they fit the concept and song so much," I was nervous before but I'm crazy anxious now. Binna and Haneul are amazing.

"You guys also suit the concept well, Lala," Youngbin played with the tips of my hair. "It's just not what you're used to. You guys were pretty much perfect. Give yourself more credit," he pulled me in to lean on him.

"Thank you, oppa," I mumbled and relaxed my body.

Kang Della: Binna-unnie and Haneul are amazing. They're familiar with the concept and it shows. I'm really worried.

Alice: We have to show that we're capable of concepts like this, too. I want people to see our versatility. We're going to give it our all.

My 'cuddle' with Youngbin didn't last long as I straightened back up again to focus on the dance unit's practice.

"Oh, Nicholas!" Sunghoon cheered, pulling me to lean on him this time. Unlike Youngbin though, he kept his arm wrapped around my shoulders, making it slightly more difficult to escape.

Someone's possessive.

"Della-ya," K called for me while I was washing the dishes. "Della-chan."

"Mm?" I turned my head to look at him with raised eyebrows.

"I need your advice," he leaned on the counter beside the sink. "I'm a bit worried about Jay. He can't seem to get the turns right."

Oh it's about that.

I've noticed him excessively practicing it the other day. Everything else was perfect, it was really just the spins.

"I'm thinking about switching him with Sunghoon," I paused for a bit. "I notice that he's been practicing nonstop and he can do the turns."

Oh my God, poor Jay.

On one hand, I'm happy for Sunghoon but on another, this guy just spent all his time practicing so hard for virtually nothing.

"Have you talked to both of them about it?" I quickly finished up to fully pay attention to him.

"Not yet. I've only asked Seon and I think he's talking to Sunghoon," why Seon when he's not even in the team?

"Oppa, I really think it's best for you-" I emphasised on the 'you.' "-to talk to the both of them. Make sure they're both okay with it first, then maybe we can determine it together."

I can see that he feels really bad. Maybe that's why he can't bring himself to talk to them.

"Hey- oppa. I get it. We're all counting on you to save us and you just want to make sure that you'll do just that," I placed my hands on his shoulders. "Communicate though. If you don't then Jay-oppa might get the wrong idea and it looks like you're ganging up on him or something," I jostled him lightly. “Communication. Communication. Communication.”

"How do you know that word?" he chuckled a bit before patting my waist. "Thank you, Lala. I'm gonna go talk to them right now."

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I really really wanted to comfort Jay. I can see that he was upset about the part change but he keeps repeating that it's 'nothing' and how 'that's the way it is.'

The only thing I can do (for now) is pat his back 'cause that's all he lets anyone do to him.

Sunghoon, however, was the opposite. He was real clingy.

"Congratulations, oppa," I giggled when Sunghoon lifted me during our hug. "You can do this. Show them your skills."

"Thank you, Lala. You work hard too," he swayed us a bit. "We can do this," he let me down only to continue hugging me. "Fighting, let's go!"

"Fighting!"

But Jay eventually broke down. He waited until he was alone and that's when the tears started.

K and I were discussing facial expressions for his performance when Jay came into the individual practice room.

He looked at the two of us with teary eyes before reaching out to give K a hug.

"I'm so sorry, oppa," he held my hand after he took it off of his shoulder.

"Do your best, both of you."

"Oh my God!" Jaebeom screamed. "Alice and Della!"

His exclamation made the other trainees (who were in the room) turn their attention to us.

"Oh my God!" Seon repeated with a grin. "You look so pretty!"

As predicted, we were given skirts. I got a dress and Alice wore a separate skirt. She looks crazy good.

"You’re right, you were given skirts!" Geonu said. He and Heeseung even stopped their practice to focus on us. I did a little spin while Alice posed.

"Wah, really pretty," I heard Kyungmin softly say.

"We've never seen you guys look this girly," EJ grinned.

"I know! It's quite refreshing," Alice spun around slightly too.

I noticed that Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jake, Jay and Jungwon were quiet, but I also noticed that their eyes were shining a little more than usual.

Dumbfuck, you do realise that an absolutely gorgeous, talented, petite woman is standing right beside you, right? Most of them are probably staring at her.

Well I stood corrected for one of them, because Jungwon pulled me aside before we got on stage.

"You look beautiful."

Lee Youngbin: Della looked really scared, she kept praying and praying. When no one was talking to her or she wasn't doing anything else, she just puts her head down and prays.

Alice: She is never one to practice much before a performance. She always likes to have a clear head. Though today she was constantly singing random songs- she's secretly practicing.

"Hey- hey, Della- Delle," Jake placed his hands on my shoulders and 'forced' me to look at him after I finished praying. "It's good that you're praying but you're literally praying every five minutes."

"You're fate is in my hands, Jaeyun. I need to pray every five minutes," I sighed when he started massaging a bit.

"We trust you, Delle. You were literally told that you're debut ready in YG and you're a top trainee here. You got this," he jostled me semi-aggressively.

"I'm good at girl crush concepts, Jake! I'm not too familiar with t-" he shoved a bottle of honey into my hands.

"Shh, drink more honey. Then tell me about Simba. What's he like?"

It was soo nice to see some of the Grounders again, especially Binna since I haven't seen her in weeks.

It's really sad that I couldn't do much since the atmosphere was so tense. All I could do was send them a smile while mouthing 'fighting!'

Once everyone finishes, they're gonna reveal all the I-Landers' scores around the same time, add them together, and then do the same with the Grounders.

I'm really confident with what the I-Landers have prepared but the Grounders were absolutely amazing.

I don't play favourites but Niki's dancing is truly on another level. I was literally stuck in a trance watching him perform. Alice had to squeeze my hand extra tight to get me to snap out of it.

And Sunoo? What the fuck is up with Sunoo? I thought he suited bright concepts best but sad ones were on another level. He owns songs like these. One-hundred-percent.

The I-Lander boys did great, the Grounder boys did great.

It's our time now.

third person point of view

Alice: We can do this. All fourteen of us need to stay in I-Land.

Kang Della: We need girls to debut, and we're gonna show why. We'll keep everyone safe.

"Della, let's go!" Jake cheered before her performance. "Noona, you can do this."

"Let's go!" the I-Landers shouted.

"You got this," Della mumbled to Alice.

"You own this," Alice replied.

For the first time, the producers saw a balance between the two. With the attention only set on them, everyone could finally recognise that neither one of them overpowers the other.

Alice got to actually show her powerful voice, Della got to show her soft side, and they proved that great stage presence doesn't only appear in strong concepts.

As Della once said; they are the top trainees for a reason.

della's point of view

81 + 73 + 85 = 239 - WIN 74 + 65 + 74 = 213 - LOSE

Thank fucking God.

We did it. We saved the team.

Fuck, I nearly cried from relief when they showed the results.

I feel really bad for the Grounders. Most of them couldn't look at us in the eye and I could see that Daniel and Haneul were trying to hold back their tears.

"Happy birthday," I whispered in Sunoo's ear during our hug.

I felt him froze for a few seconds before squeezing me tighter.

"You remembered," he said in a soft voice.

"Of course I did," I let out a smile. "I'm so sorry you couldn't have the present of winning today."

"Congratulations, Della. You were amazing."

Fuck.

Fucking fuck fuck.

Look- I'm ecstatic that we won.

But I didn't think that they would be that happy to do... that.

I don't wanna make any assumptions or anything but I've been around quite a few guys in my lifetime, and usually- USUALLY, I can tell when a person has romantic feelings for someone.

For instance, I'm fairly sure that Jungwon (and Yoonwon) had a crush on Haneul, though I'm also certain that it went away pretty quick since he didn't look at her the same way he did a week ago.

Nicholas and K might somewhat be intrigued with Alice? Alice might have a thing for Heeseung but- she looks at me the same way so it's either nothing or she.. likes me...

I'm not sure if Jake likes me back 'cause the guy's eyes shine whenever he's really happy and his clinginess could just be him being really comfortable with me.

Oh but these two? I'm quite certain they have feelings for me.

"Della! You were so cool! You can do girly concepts!" Heeseung's congratulatory message seemed normal. What wasn't was his action.

He held my head in place and connected our foreheads together.

He connected our foreheads together.

Maybe it was the adrenaline and joy but if that's so, then he would've done the same to Alice or- well, the others.

"DELLA YOU DID IT! You did it! You did it! You did it!" when we went back, Jay picked me up and spun me around (not bridal style though, apparently that's reserved for Sunghoon). "What do you mean you don't suit concepts like that?! You were a natural!"

Seems normal, yeah.

Until he did the exact same thing Heeseung did. Except he used his thumbs to caress my face.

He connected our foreheads and caressed my face.

Shit- and the dumb thing is, I think I might've also caught feelings?

I've never liked more than one person before (excluding biases) so this feels so new to me. Do I actually like them? Do I only like one of them? Or do I still like none and only like Jake? Do I even like Jake?

What happened to me? How did I get to this point?

I spent majority of the break thinking about those three. Big mistake.

Because instead of helping me sort out my confusion, it just made me like them even more.

Fuck- three fucking guys.

Three potential group mates.

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i went to church yesterday with my mom of course as a christmas/easter kind of catholic raised child and the priest was talking about communion as he does and he said something about how jesus is reborn in every catholic church in the world when we have communion, from the churches like the one i was at (brand new, stained glass windows from italy, etc etc) all the way to gatherings of just a few people in a hut somewhere else in the world and i’ve been turning it over in my head nonstop over the past day or so because like. that means jesus has been reborn in every church in gaza (and by church i mean gathering of people i guess because all their churches were bombed). and i know lots of people have drawn comparisons between jesus and palestinians right now but it’s truly mind boggling that you can celebrate a child being born in the ruins of a city, to parents who have nothing and were driven from their homes and treated like shit for their whole journey, and then again the young family has to flee their home country because the insane dictator of the land they currently live in would rather kill thousands of babies than give up his power, and eventually this particular baby will grow up to be on the side of every oppressed person, fighting for freedom, and will be executed by the state because of it. and you can see all of that and be like yes this is my religion this is what i believe and then turn around and be like sure let’s help israel bomb the fuck out of palestine. it doesn’t MATTER what nationality jesus would technically be according to today’s maps and geopolitics what matters is that jesus was a poor refugee who grew up to always stand with the oppressed: sick people, homeless people, social outcasts, women, children, etc etc etc. like yes bethlehem is in the west bank now but even if it wasn’t jesus would still be on the side of the palestinians because it’s the right thing to do

#anyway. i love canon jesus.#and i know the priest wasn’t talking about gaza bc he’s fairly conservative and most conservatives support israel #but it’s not the NAME of the country that matters you have to use your brain and think about what jesus actually stood for #UGH! sorry i get like weirdly religious around the holidays #also it’s 1:30 in the morning and i still have 6 hours of work left so #peyton.txt

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concussed-to-pieces · 1 year

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Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: (Eventual) Pro Hero!Mirio/AFAB Villain!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: As an individual with a pretty unimpressive Quirk, it hadn't taken long for you to stray from the straight and narrow. Until, of course, a certain pro hero from your past turned up on your doorstep…

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Part One: Breathing Room

Part Two: Consequential

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains emotional duress, canon-typical violence and a brief instance of child endangerment. Stay safe!]

It was all a blur.

You had been sent to scout out the uptown perimeters of your group's normal operating area, gathering intelligence on the current state of unrest, but now you found yourself in the middle of a pitched conflict. First had come the abused creak of stone giving way, the shriek of metal on metal, and the ensuing eruptions as pipes and gas lines failed. Then, the panicked screaming, the running people.

You turned this way and that, only just avoiding the crush of bodies that surged down the road fleeing the problem. Boulders crashed to the ground, some of them heavy enough to destroy the asphalt beneath them. Smaller rocks flew from the impact, bits of cement chipping off into the air like shrapnel.

You realized it was just some guy up on his balcony, some fucking weakling out of his mind on an enhancer probably bleating about how cool and tough he was now that the Hassaikai were out of the picture, like a child talking themselves up after getting disciplined.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your hood. There was no point in sticking around here. Heroes would be responding soon so your reconnaissance was dead in the water. But, with the authorities busy in this locale, you may be able to get more work done–

"Mama!" The wail cut off your train of thought and you glanced up, a bit confused. It was a small girl, so small, her hair done in pigtails and a teddy bear clutched to her chest. "Mama!" she cried.

You looked around, searching for the titular guardian, but no one appeared to be coming. The girl hadn't noticed you yet, you could still just walk away…the entire situation looked like something out of a cheesy superhero movie–

A cinderblock whipped past her head, the out of control Quirk user no doubt homing in on the loud noise the little girl was making. You groaned in annoyance, then crouched behind a pile of rubble. Damn it all to hell. "Kid!" You hissed, catching her attention with a wave. She sniffled, inhaling to scream again. You shook your head wildly, pressing your finger to your lips and then beckoning her to come to you. She just held her bear tighter, wide, teary eyes staring at you while you mentally swore a blue streak.

A piece of rebar took the top off the pile of debris you had hidden behind, making the decision for you. Still crouching, you scrambled towards the little girl, knowing full well that you being a stranger was no doubt going to inspire a violent reaction. She didn't disappoint, kicking up a downright impressive scream as you grabbed her and bolted.

"Easy kid, I'm not going to hurt you," you attempted diplomacy, grunting when she buried a tiny shoe in your stomach, her teddy bear beating a tattoo on your face. At least, I wasn't planning on hurting you, you thought uncharitably, tucking her head in against your chest when more concrete was flung your way. "Shh, I've got you, it's okay." You reassured her through gritted teeth, wondering if Mirio felt this harassed when he worked. Admittedly he was a well-known hero in the area and you were a nobody, barely even able to be considered a villain. A small-time thug, maybe, with not a stitch of spandex to your name. Not exactly the most assuring individual.

"Mama," the girl sobbed into your jacket, seeming to have given up the ghost when it came to her ferocity. You gingerly stroked her back, daring to peek out from behind the rubble and almost paying dearly for it when rebar impaled the ground beside you. You bit back a swear, bending nearly double and making a break for a slab of asphalt that was further down the road. The more distance you put between the two of you and that nutcase, the better.

Immediately after that something slammed into the side of your head, your last motion a shambling crawl along the broken roadway to collapse in the shade of the asphalt slab, the little girl's limp body still cradled in your arms.

Heroism is such a shit gig.

The next thing you knew, you were being jostled painfully. Arms shoved beneath your shoulders and the back of your knees, and you were being hoisted from the ground. You groaned in protest, but the noise was drowned out by the earsplitting grind of sound that came from somewhere behind you.

"He's up there!" Mirio's words barely reached you over the ringing in your ears, his voice breaking with effort.

The weight was being eased off your chest. You vaguely remembered the child and your heart sank, but you just couldn't keep yourself awake for another minute…

…

You jolted awake, taking in your surroundings as quickly as you could out of force of habit. Hospital room, light from the window indicated early afternoon. There was a bandaged patch on your temple that began throbbing almost immediately after you moved.

You grimaced, holding your head as you struggled to leave the bed. You had to get out of here quickly, before–

You didn't remember collapsing, just coming back around with someone holding up your dead weight.

"Fell out of bed again, huh? Should probably put the railings up but the nurse said it's a 'safety hazard' or whatever."

Mirio. "Lower your voice, Golden Boy," you groused, your head absolutely pounding. You weren't sure if you dared to open your eyes, already nauseous.

Togata helped you return to bed, his motions careful as he pulled the sheet up to your chin. "Get some more rest, Sunshine." He soothed, a gentle hand stroking your forehead. "We can talk later. You need rest."

"You're the only one…talking…" you protested blearily, your traitorous body already relaxing back down into the bed. Mirio's quiet laugh burrowed its way between your ribs, the warm feeling lingering there even as you began to drift back to sleep.

"That little girl is okay, by the way." Togata said softly, like an afterthought. "Her mom wanted me to tell you, 'thank you'."

You were horrified to catch yourself thinking maybe…maybe this hero stuff isn't so bad.

…

You went missing two days after the…incident, and Mirio couldn't exactly blame you for it. It definitely sent the hospital staff into a tailspin, but he managed to put them at ease by concocting some story about you having a family emergency.

Truthfully he knew that you had been antsy essentially since you woke up, but he had hoped you would stay for the full recovery. Oh well, he thought, sighing. As long as you were safe, that's what was important. And you had your friend Jund if things went amiss on your end, which put Mirio's mind at ease.

He himself had been twisting in the wind. With the loss of Sir and his Quirk, it had been all he could do just to stay afloat. One of the bright spots in his life was visiting with Eri, who seemed to slowly be acclimating to her new existence outside the Hassaikai. But sometimes not even Eri's progress could banish the pit in his stomach.

Tamaki and Nejire tried to check in often, the two of them doing their best to not talk about work around him, except that usually made him feel even worse. He knew his absence must bring more work down on everyone else and it wracked him with guilt.

He was soon offered a position as an independent consultant but after looking to see who else was on the board, Mirio quickly declined. They were all veterans, all heroes who had survived long enough to enter that quasi-retirement stage of their lives. What on earth could he possibly hope to offer in their ranks? He had no decades of wisdom or experience to draw off of, and while villain presence may have been amplified during his brief heroic tenure, it hardly equaled out to significant field expertise. He wasn't nearly self-absorbed enough to believe that his mere presence would do much good.

Professor Aizawa seemed to think differently, however. "A fresh perspective," the older man had insisted. "People get stuck in their ways. We can always use new blood to shake things up." He had then pressed the acquisition forms back into Mirio's reluctant grip. "Don't make a choice right away. Think on it."

The blond had just stuffed the papers into the desk in his bedroom, making a valiant attempt to forget that they were there at all. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Two weeks of that behavior found him frothing with boredom. He had looked over the forms so many times he had parts of them memorized. Researchers whispered amongst themselves about Eri learning to use her Quirk and somehow…somehow managing to undo the removal of Permeation, but Mirio was unsure if that was even what he wanted anymore.

He couldn't defeat Chisaki, he couldn't save Sir. As a hero, two big portions of the job were defeating villains and saving people in danger, and he had failed spectacularly in both regards with this last hurrah. But we saved Eri. He had told himself that so often that it now felt hollow instead of heartening. Midoriya saved Eri took over instead, his self-doubt minimizing his role in the operation against the Hassaikai until he believed he may as well not have even showed up.

But…

He had saved you. Not well, and he hadn't removed the actual threat, Nejire had, but Togata had managed to rescue you and that child you had protected without his Quirk.

Those thoughts opened a fresh can of worms though, because you were a criminal. Small time? Sure. Maybe he could rationalize it as payment for you taking him in and giving him the space to think so soon after everything had gone to hell for him.

You were a villain, and he had saved you, but despite being a criminal, you were protecting a civilian child. Granted, Mirio wasn't a total idiot despite evidence to the contrary. He knew heroics and villainy existed in various shades of gray, as much as it gave him grief to think about. These thoughts plagued him in a cyclical drone; over and over he tried to puzzle out a clear answer, but none was forthcoming.

There's nothing else for it, he finally decided one cold evening. I'll have to go to the source.

…

You slammed the door and, after a moment of shocked silence, Mirio began to laugh. "Aw c'mon, Sunshine!" He begged.

"Why are you here?!" You hissed through the door. He could hear you fiddling with that large lock.

"Sunshine?" Mirio called uncertainly, tapping the door. He wasn't sure why, it's not like you would have forgotten he was there.

Letting the door swing open again, you sighed, "what do you want?"

"I wanted to see you." Mirio wasn't so unobservant that he didn't notice the way you stiffened up at those words, your shoulders almost up around your ears. He tried to assuage whatever fears he may have inadvertently brought to the surface, offering up a soft and disarming smile. "Can I come in so we can talk?"

For one moment, you obviously considered turning him away, but then seemed to decide against it. "Alright, I guess." You grudgingly waved him through the doorway. "It's almost bedtime though, so whatever it is please make it quick."

This was going to be much harder than he'd anticipated. All the dialogue he had come up with on the way over seemed to have entirely vacated his mind, replaced with the humming, buzzing delight just beneath his skin at seeing you again. Which was ridiculous, he had seen you a multitude of times in the field after the years of school and his college licensing exams.

He could still recall the weird, guilty thrill he had felt when he recognized you even through your particular villain group's uniform, when your hood had been torn off during a heated struggle.

The pro hero had frozen in place, the offending fabric still in hand while you glared at him, panting, seeming to dare him to say something. After he didn't, however, your features had twisted to a smirk. "What's the matter, Golden Boy? Usually you can't shut the hell up."

Just like that, it had been over for him.

Now here he was in front of you in your kitchen, tongue-tied once more as you gave him an expectant look. "I…what made you decide to be a villain?" Mirio blurted out, then inhaled. "Wait, no, let me ask that better. I uh, I'm sorry." He apologized, wincing. "I mean, what drew you to a life of crime?"

Your expression hardened. "Tactful as ever, even with the re-do."

"Sorry, sorry sorry. I'm not very good at this." Mirio spread his arms wide to illustrate what he meant by this, which got you to crack a reluctant smile. "What would you consider the catalyst that brought you to your, er, unorthodox employment?" Hopefully his five-dollar PR words would serve him well.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Money, Mirio. Nothing more than that."

"Are you sure?" Mirio pressed, heartened by the way you didn't meet his eyes. "Pro hero wages are more reliable by and far, I know you know that."

"Pro hero wages are reserved for pro heroes." You replied sharply. "You know what I am, Mirio? Not pro hero material, as everyone felt the need to inform me. Hell, not even sidekick material. Regardless of what I might have wanted, a multitude of other people made the choice for me before I ever got there." You gestured at your tiny apartment. "And without pro hero money, those of us with useless Quirks resort to stuff like this to get by."

"Your Quirk isn't useless!" Mirio refuted your statement with conviction, clasping your hands in his own. You stared up at him, obviously confused, but at least you were looking at him again. "Your Quirk could help with so many covert operations! You can make people look different, I bet if you worked on it you could even increase the length of effect or the complexity of alterations!" He ducked his head a little, holding your gaze as he impulsively suggested, "Apply for a license."

"Why the hell would I want to help the people who turned their backs on me time and time again?" You asked, sounding incredulous. "Do you think I'm stupid, Mirio?"

Togata insisted, "things are different now! With the new generation of kids, there was such a surge of powerful Quirks that a lot of the evaluation methods have changed. It was after I graduated college, so way after you dropped out, but…well, yeah." He finished awkwardly.

"Oh okay, so because the asshats in charge can't be mean nasty jerks to the impressionable youths anymore, now I've got a chance at becoming the next Symbol Of Peace?" You snarked, the scorn evident in your tone.

"Yeah!" Mirio exclaimed brightly, choosing to ignore your blatant sarcasm. It had always been more entertaining for him that way. "I can see it now! Row after row of your action figures, fans screaming your name while you decimate humanity's foes-"

"Come back to Earth, Mirio. I would be a behind-the-scenes hero, not a frontliner." You shrugged, tugging at the neck of your t-shirt to expose a bruise on your shoulder. "I'm only a frontliner with this gang because my Quirk is basically useless."

"Not useless." Mirio cupped the bruise gently, noting the way your breath hitched. "Aren't you tired of being shelved?"

"There's…look, I don't expect you to understand." You blustered, shoving his hand away. "The examiners always loved you. I mean yeah, you also worked your ass off to get a grip on your Quirk. I get that the road wasn't super simple, but your Quirk is cool to watch and probably great for ratings."

"It was." Mirio corrected you softly, grateful when you immediately apologized. "It's okay, I'm still getting used to it too."

"No, that wasn't cool of me. I shouldn't be bitching at you about this." You shook your head with a heavy sigh. "It's not like it's your fault that the requirements for the pro hero route were always so heavy on showy, powerhouse types." You then squinted at him. "Golden Boy, why are you here? Is there a point to all this? Why the heck would you risk coming here to sell me on a pro-hero job like you're some kind of door-to-door vacuum salesman?"

"I'm not…super useful anymore." Mirio explained painfully, knowing even as he did that he was beating around the bush. "They offered me an independent contracting position, I'd be on a…like a team of people, I guess? But they're all veteran heroes, everyone except me. I'm not a hero anymore, at least not a functional one, and I wasn't active in--I guess…I mean, what I'm trying to say is, if you sign up and if they take you on, you won't have to–"

Ugh, this is so frustrating! Why are you here, idiot?! Just say you want them to sign on so you don't have to worry about them and be done with it! As he was struggling to get the words out, your voice caught him off guard. "You like me, don't you?" you teased in a sing-song tone, stopping whatever thoughts Mirio might have had dead in their tracks. "Oo, you like me but you don't want to get busy with a villain."

"What?! No, nothing like that," he protested frantically, "I just-"

"Admit it! You're super into me but your pristine hero image won't allow you to stoop to my level." You said smugly, moving in to tap Mirio in the chest with your finger. "Lemillion hooking up with a miscreant, what would the tabloids say?"

Mirio's hands shot up without his input, seizing your upper arms. He jerked you flush against his body, opening his mouth to deny your claims, to retort, to say something-! But it was as if his words had vanished, his jaw working while he silently came to terms with the idea. It wasn't as if he disliked you, far from it! He liked you a lot. Your wit, your tenacity especially.

Was that all it was, though? Just a like, a nostalgic affection for a first crush and a desire to protect for old time's sake? Or…

"Well?" You murmured softly after a minute of him glowering at you as his brain worked overtime. "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

"No." Mirio breathed, but he could feel himself leaning in. "That's what you want."

"Is it what you want?" You asked, your voice still soft. "Or is this just the next step in some weird, covert tactic to lure me into applying for a hero license?"

"That depends. Is it working?" Mirio was stunned that a line that smooth had come out of his mouth. He wasn't exactly known for quick thinking when it came to…this kind of endeavor.

"Oh it's very effective." You whispered, your arms now draped over his shoulders. Somehow his hands had migrated to frame your hips, when that had happened Mirio couldn't say. This all seemed surreal to him, like it would slide out of his grasp and he would wake up at any moment. "I know we never got to this sort of activity when we dated. Pretty sure I still thought kissing would get me in trouble back then." You laughed.

"I was always too nervous to try," Mirio admitted. "I wanted to, though."

"I'm not surprised. You were a teenage boy, after all."

While you weren't wrong, it still caused Mirio a fair amount of embarrassment to remember the racy thoughts that used to occupy a majority of his time in high school. Some of the scenarios he had concocted were, frankly, impossible for any human, with or without Quirks. "If it's all the same to you," he began, a bit more stiffly than he would have liked, "I'd rather approach this like two adults. We've changed a lot over the years, y'know, it just makes more sense to leave the other stuff behind." To me, anyway, he added mentally.

"Does that mean I have to stop teasing you?" You playfully queried, making Togata groan. "Maybe you'd prefer I tease you in other ways?"

"No thanks," was Mirio's breezy answer, the young man finally yielding to the urge to kiss you.

Part Four

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Whumptober 2022- Linked Keys edition

Day 7- Shaking hands/silent panic attack/seizures (+ art)

Mask knew it wasn't going to be a fun day. He felt congested, and achy, and just all around not good, not to mention tired— as he had gone yet another night without sleep— but even more so than usual. Immediately he could tell he was coming down with a cold or some kind of illness. His throat burned as he tried to take a drink of water, and his nose was so stuffed up that he could only breathe through his mouth. Yeah he definitely must have caught something during the group's travels. Still, it wasn't like he couldn't function. It sucked, but he had pushed through tougher days than this. As such, he did his best to act normally as he went to join the other heroes for breakfast.

"Morning, Sprite. Sleep well?" Warriors asked. Mask shrugged, sitting down on the ground without a word.

"Did you sleep at all? Cuz kid… no offense but you look like shit." Wild commented, soon turning his attention back to the eggs he was cooking.

"I… slept." Mask hesitantly lied. Warriors gave him a look.

"Okay maybe I didn't sleep as much as I should have but I'm fine. Really!" Mask rolled his eyes. Warriors let out a sigh,

"Fine. As long as you're not using that damned mask again." Mask knew exactly what he was talking about: the All-Night mask, which prevents the wearer from sleeping as long as it's on, and which Mask had used to intentionally deprive himself of sleep for the sake of not having nightmares. Was that potentially a reason for him getting sick now? Yeah. But Mask would rather have a cold for a short time than be plagued with nightmares every night.

"Alright, it's done. Who wants some fried eggs and rice?" Wild called out to the rest of the camp. Several hands went up. Others, who had still been asleep, rose groggily upon either hearing something about eggs or smelling the food itself and knowing breakfast was ready. Mask hadn't eaten since the early lunch they had yesterday, but for some reason his appetite didn't perk up when he saw the food. He couldn't even smell it, his nose was so clogged. Wild offered him a plate anyway, and Mask shook his head in refusal, but Warriors spoke up on his behalf.

"He'll have some too." The captain turned to his adopted son, "You need to eat something. We're going to be walking all day, and it's not good to be active like that and not eat anything beforehand."

"M'not hungry." Mask muttered.

"I didn't ask. At least eat some of it. I'll eat what you don't want, but you need to at least have some of both the egg and the rice." Warriors said firmly, handing Mask the plate of food. Mask groaned, but didn't argue. Instead he began absentmindedly picking at the contents of his plate, trying to get the motivation to take a bite.

"Everyone, eat quickly. We need to be on the road as soon as possible if we're going to make it back to Harbortown before dark." Time announced. They needed to get back to their ship so they could sail out to their next destination, and every day they wasted on land was another that Nihrie was gathering power, making their quest a little bit harder, and posing more and more of a threat to the innocent people of this world.

"Come on, Time. We've been moving around nonstop since we got back to this island. Can't we rest just this once?" Paint whined.

"Yeah, we won't be able to help anyone if we're all too sore and tired to move, let alone fight." Wind agreed.

"You can rest on the ship. It's going to be a long trip north to that volcanic island anyway. You all have endured far, far worse than a few days of walking. It is a mild discomfort, it won't kill you to go one more day." Time said firmly. Several groans came after this announcement, but nobody argued. Everyone knew the Hero of Time's stubbornness was nearly unmatched. As if to demonstrate this, his younger counterpart was still dragging his feet with breakfast.

"Mask, hurry up and eat! You haven't taken a single bite yet!" Warriors scolded.

"I'm. not. Hungry." Mask argued, "Told you that already."

"Well, too bad. I am not going to watch you starve yourself again, so either you start eating or I will feed that to you like a baby."

"Ugh, fine!" Mask groaned. He didn't feel like eating, but he really didn't want the embarrassment of being fed like an infant. Warriors had proven that he can and will resort to that method, and Mask didn't really want to repeat that experience, so he reluctantly shoveled a bite of egg and some rice into his mouth. He could hardly even taste it, though he wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse right now. He glanced over at Warriors, continuing to force his food down until the captain looked content.

"Can I be done now?" Mask whined,

"Sure." Warriors sighed, taking the plate from him to finish it himself. He wished there was a better way to get Mask to eat. The kid had a horrible habit of ignoring his own needs, and it has more than once resulted in severe sleep deprivation, near-starvation, and more often than not, pushing himself to the point of literal collapse before he would admit he was not okay. Warriors tried his hardest, but the fact was sometimes the Sprite simply didn't want to eat. And Warriors couldn't force him to without physically shoving food down his throat. The kid's stubbornness was concerning, but it had always kept him going when things got almost too tough to handle.

And yet, while this behavior wasn't out of the ordinary for Mask, Warriors couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something the kid wasn't telling him, or anyone for that matter. He just couldn't figure out what. All he knew was that Mask was moving a bit more sluggish than usual. It could very well be leftover tiredness from the night before, and Warriors tried to convince himself he was worrying for nothing, but given the Sprite’s track record, his instincts were telling him there was something else.

"You're not sick, are you, Sprite?"

"Huh?" Mask asked, so surprised at how fast his dad had guessed the truth that he didn't have time to think of a lie, "M-Maybe. It's just a cold, though. I'll be fine." He confessed. Warriors stared at him skeptically before shrugging,

"If you say so. But promise me that if you start feeling worse you'll tell me, okay? I don't want you pushing yourself too hard if you're getting sick."

"'Kay. I will." Mask nodded. He probably wasn't going to. Admitting that he felt bad would lead everyone else to start babying him. He hated when people treated him like some helpless infant. He'd handled far worse before. He could push through this and just get some rest when they made it to Harbortown.

He moved quite a bit slower than usual. And nobody could miss the near-incessant sniffling and the occasional cough that slipped out. A few times, the others would cast a glance over at him as if to ask if he was okay, but a sharp glare from the kid immediately made them back off. Even at 10 years old, the Hero of Time had his death stare down pat. Honestly he probably would have been fine if things had stayed the way they were. But given the boys' luck thus far, he should have known it would take a turn for the worse.

As the boys reached roughly their halfway point, it began to rain. It started out as a light sprinkle, then became a drizzle, and less than an hour later it was a full-on downpour. The problem was, in the middle of an open field like this— with the chain having left the cover of the forest behind before the rain even started— there was no place the boys could go to find shelter without backtracking almost the same distance they had left to travel. No, it was best to keep going and to tough it out. A little rain never hurt anyone. Well… usually.

Everyone was soaking wet within minutes, including Mask. The young Hero of Time tried to hide it, but it was hard to miss the way he shivered every so often. Out of everyone, he had the least amount of protection from the elements as far as clothing went, in what basically equated to a thin short-sleeved shirt, a pair of shorts, and some oversized boots. He of all people had to be freezing in this weather. And yet when both Wild and Sky offered him their cloak and sailcloth respectively to help shield him from the rain, the kid once again refused their help, even throwing the extra layers onto the muddy ground when they tried to force him to wear them anyway (Sky was very upset that his nice white sailcloth, handmade by his Zelda, had gotten muddy but was assured that it could be washed).

"Hey! Stop! I said I'm fine! I don't need—" Mask shouted as another pair of hands tried to force another piece of extra clothing on him.

"Just wear the damn scarf, Sprite. You're only going to get worse otherwise." Warriors told him firmly. Mask wanted to argue, but he bit his tongue. There was no arguing with dad. Plus he did love that scarf… Always so soft and warm, and a great reminder that Warriors was there— that Mask was safe— whenever he was scared or upset.

"I don't need you all to baby me. I'm fine on my own." Mask grumbled, attempting to hold back another cough.

"It's not us babying you, it's called being smart and making sure nobody freezes in this weather. You don't want to get sicker, do you?" Warriors rolled his eyes. Mask grumbled something under his breath, not wanting to admit out loud that Warriors was right.

"Hey, there's a big tree up ahead, maybe we can stop under there and take a break while we wait for this rain to stop!" Tracks pointed.

"Might not be a bad idea." Time agreed. Everyone ran ahead and gathered underneath the tree that Tracks had pointed out. This being the closest thing they had to a shelter, the boys were glad to at least be out of the worst of the rain, though it was still cold, and many of them were huddling together for warmth.

"Hey, if anyone's hungry, I've got some apples we can munch on while we wait." Wild offered.

"Oh, sweet, thanks!" Wind grinned as he took one.

"Yeah thanks, Wild. I'm starving." Four took one as well. Nearly everyone had taken one, and it was surprising to see just how many of the little red fruits Wild had stored in that crazy Slate of his, but they were grateful for it. A little snack was much appreciated at the moment.

"Want one, Mask?" Wild asked. Mask shook his head.

"You're just not hungry today, are you?" Wild asked. It was strange. Usually the kid would always eagerly gobble up whatever Wild made, sometimes so eagerly that the others feared he may choke. But today he didn't seem interested in Wild's cooking, or somewhat-freshly-picked snacks, at all. Wild wasn't the type to worry, especially about a kid who was already so strange to begin with, but when he would even turn down Wild's cooking, that was a clear sign that something was up.

"You really should have one, Mask. Some fruit would actually help you get over this cold. Not to mention a snack would be good for keeping your energy up." Warriors urged. Mask hesitated, but eventually took one from Wild, nibbling on it slowly. He still wasn't hungry, but if what Wars was saying was right, hopefully this would help to get him back on his feet where he could actually be useful to the group, and not just dead weight— a pathetic lump of sickness— until he recovered.

Another hour passed, and the rain finally stopped. Time and Warriors were now getting everyone ready to go again. The others were thankful for the break, and now more energized than they were that morning. Well, all except Mask. If anything the kid was even more tired than before. No matter how much Warriors tried to urge him to get up, he didn't want to. Fearing this was a sign of the sickness getting worse, Warriors knelt down beside him, gently placing a hand over his son's forehead. It was barely noticeable, but he did seem a bit warmer than normal. Definitely had at least a mild fever, which would certainly explain the sudden reluctance to move.

"Okay, Sprite. Up we go." Warriors, not caring whether or not Mask wanted to be carried, slipped his arms underneath the kid's legs and behind his back. Mask leaned against him, clinging to his tunic as he was lifted up. He buried his face in his father's shoulder, trying to concentrate on the light bouncing as the older hero walked and the warmth and softness of the scarf still around his neck and shoulders, rather than how much everything hurt; His head throbbed, nearly every muscle in his body ached, and he could hardly breathe through his nose at this point. Honestly he was kind of glad to have a break.

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The sun was setting by the time the boys reached the town; they'd still somehow made it in perfect time. Half the group then went to stock up on food and supplies for the upcoming voyage while the others went straight to the inn, requesting two of the largest rooms they had (the boys were comfortable enough around each other that they were perfectly fine sharing a room with 7 or 8 others). Warriors had to set Mask down while he reached for his wallet to pay the innkeeper, and from the moment Mask was put back on his feet, he felt a strange sensation through the discomfort he was already experiencing. Lights and colors seemed brighter than they had moments ago. The air around him seemed to chill and heat up drastically at the same time. He stumbled a few times as Warriors walked him up the stairs. Then all of a sudden, he collapsed.

Twilight, his wolflike senses still strong even in his regular form, could vaguely sense that there was something wrong. Something about Mask had changed as Warriors set him down on the ground. He’d known the kid was sick, but this gave him a really bad feeling that it could be worse than anyone anticipated, even if he couldn’t figure out why. Hyrule had gone into the village to stock up on supplies with Wild, Ravio, and Time, and they hadn’t yet returned, meaning the healer wouldn’t be able to help at the moment. The next best person would be Legend. As Warriors and Mask began heading up the stairs, Twilight had alerted the veteran hero to his concerns and asked that he go with them. And what a good thing it was that he did.

Legend saw the kid suddenly collapse in the middle of the hallway. He saw Warriors freeze up as Mask’s body began convulsing violently, as if the kid had completely lost control of his muscles. Legend knew right away what was going on: Mask was having a seizure, and Legend needed to act fast.

“MOVE!!!” He cried, shoving Warriors aside as he rushed towards the kid. He quickly placed his hand underneath Mask’s head so he wouldn’t hit it on the floor and injure himself. With some difficulty, he managed to get the kid laying on his side, as this would ensure that if he vomited, he wouldn’t choke.

“Wars, I need you to–” Legend started to say before he looked back and saw that the captain was still frozen in place, face white as a sheet, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him. He didn’t seem to hear anything Legend said.

“HEY! SOMEONE GO GET HYRULE, NOW! MASK IS… MASK IS IN DANGER!” Legend called out to the other heroes downstairs. He then turned his attention back to the task at hand. How long had this been going on? About 30 seconds? That seemed about right, though to be safe he'd say it was 40. Legend had to keep track of the time; if the seizure didn’t stop within about 2 minutes, there was a much higher chance of it being life-threatening.

50 seconds. Legend could hear a door slam shut downstairs. Hopefully that was someone either going to find Hyrule, or coming back with him.

60 seconds. The convulsions hadn't stopped. Legend kept a close eye on the kid's movements, trying to determine if he was still breathing okay.

70 seconds. It was finally beginning to slow, but that didn't exactly mean Mask was out of the woods yet.

80 seconds. Mask began retching as if he were about to vomit. Legend felt bad as he did so all over the floor, but that could wait until after he knew Mask was safe. Despite his hatred for the Goddesses, Legend was praying to any of them that could possibly reach them in this world that Mask would be okay.

After 90 seconds, it seemed his prayers had been answered. A minute and a half, and Mask finally regained control over his body. Legend breathed a sigh of relief as his body stilled, with the exception of the heavy rising and falling of his chest as he breathed. He was still breathing… they should consider themselves lucky for that. The sound of the door again, followed by hurried footsteps up the stairs caught Legend's attention. Hyrule had returned.

"I heard Mask was in trouble and came as fast as I could. What happened?" The healer asked.

"He had a seizure. And I think it may have been caused by a fever, because he's really warm." Legend explained.

"WHAT?!" Hyrule demanded, rushing to the spot where Legend had been as the latter stood up and made room for him. Indeed the child did feel very warm. It was a relief to see that he was still breathing, and his pulse— while being very fast— was strong. Hyrule used the edge of his sleeve to wipe the bile from the child's face. Mask seemed to have lost consciousness, but hopefully he would wake up in a few minutes.

While Hyrule made sure Mask hadn't injured himself, Legend turned his attention to Warriors. The captain was clearly still not in a good state either, sliding his back down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, head buried in his hands, trembling. Legend could have sworn he heard him sobbing very quietly, as if trying not to be heard. Legend, for once, couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. Poor guy must have been scared out of his mind… he thought. It only made sense, seeing your own child in that state and not knowing what caused it or how to help.

"Hey. You okay?" He asked, sitting down facing Warriors. He didn't respond.

"Wars? Captain!" At the word captain, Warriors' head snapped up to face Legend, "Are you okay?"

Warriors didn't know how to respond. He'd never been good at letting himself be emotionally vulnerable in front of others, especially those he was supposed to lead or who looked up to him. It caught him off guard when he realized Legend had seen him crying. But… He couldn't pretend he was okay this time. Not after that. Not after seeing his son collapse, violent convulsions wracking his tiny, frail body, and… him freezing up. Not even being able to move and help. Having to watch Legend take it upon himself to keep his son from hurting himself further. He shook his head, another sob escaping his lips. He was not okay. He mentally kicked himself for admitting it; Legend would probably never let him live it down. The big strong war captain, breaking down and crying over a sick child, even if it was his sick child. But much to his surprise, Legend didn't say anything of the sort. Instead he spoke with an uncharacteristic level of compassion behind his voice.

"Hey. Look at me. I know you were scared, and there is absolutely no shame in it. Your son just had a seizure, you have every right to be scared. In fact I'd be worried if you weren't scared by this. I was too. Look, my hands are still shaking." Legend held out his hands for Warriors to see, and indeed, they were still shaking from the scare that Mask had just given both boys.

"I froze… He collapsed and I just… I froze. I didn't even try to help… He's my son, dammit! I should have done something!" Warriors wailed.

"You were in shock. You looked about ready to faint. You couldn't have done anything in that state. There's a reason I followed you up here, because Twilight had a feeling something would happen, and I was best equipped to handle it in Rulie's absence." Legend explained.

"You did good, Ledge." Hyrule spoke up behind him, "Aside from a small bruise on his right arm, probably from when he fell, he came out almost completely uninjured. And that's good, because that means he's probably gonna recover without issue, provided we can get this fever to go down. You're right, it does seem pretty high. I've got some medicine in my bag downstairs that might help, but we have to wait until he wakes up to give it to him. Until then we should probably have him lay down in a proper bed… Should be safe to move him now. Are you okay to carry him, Wars, or do you need me to? You are looking a little pale—"

"I can do it." Warriors hurriedly replied. He couldn't do anything during the seizure itself; the least he could do was to help the kid through the aftermath. Hyrule nodded in understanding as Warriors made his way back over to where Mask lay, gently lifting him up and carrying him towards one of the rooms the Chain had reserved. As he carefully tucked Mask into bed, wincing at how hot the poor kid's skin felt (way hotter than before), Legend spoke up,

"I'm just confused as to why this happened. I heard that kids usually only get febrile seizures in their toddler years, and only in rare cases. Unless…" Legend turned to Warriors, "Has he been wearing that mask again? The black one that keeps him awake? Sometimes lack of sleep can make it more likely for this to happen."

"Shouldn't be. I thought Time said he was going to take it away." Warriors replied.

"Search his bag. He might have stolen it back." Warriors did just that, looking through the collection of masks the kid had inside. He recognized most of them, but hadn't seen the kid use them much: there was the Deku mask, the Goron mask, the Zora Mask, the Fierce Deity mask (it took a lot of self control to keep Warriors from just taking that one away, but the kid has needed it before as a last resort), the Bunny hood, Keaton mask, Brehmen mask… then he saw it. The literal torture device that his kid insisted on keeping for some goddess-forsaken reason, designed to prevent sleep for the wearer, the All-Night mask. He pulled it out of Mask's bag and showed it to Legend.

"Yeah that one. If he took it back, there's a good chance he's still been using it." Legend told him. Warriors cursed silently. He hated this damned mask even more than the Fierce Deity, or the Blast mask (which he had confiscated a few weeks ago after the Sprite nearly blew himself up with it). He hated the pain it caused his son, who wore it more often than could possibly be healthy even for an adult, to escape sleep for the sake of avoiding nightmares. If this thing was part of the reason for Mask's seizure, there was no way Warriors could let him keep it. He'd hide it better, and ensure that Mask couldn't get ahold of it again. He was not going to let this happen again.

"I can take it. I'll find a place to put it where he can't get it." Legend offered. Warriors nodded as he handed over the mask. He then sat down on the edge of the bed beside his son. His face was flushed and his hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead. Warriors gently brushed aside his bangs, staring at the kid's calm, peaceful face. At least he didn't seem to be in too much pain.

"I'm back. How's he doing?" Legend asked, returning to the room.

"Still unconscious, still got a fever… Not much has changed." Warriors muttered sadly.

"Well, I brought this. Hopefully this'll help bring his fever down a bit, at least until he's alert enough to take that medicine." Legend handed Warriors a cool, wet cloth, which the other carefully laid over Mask's forehead. Mask had been unconscious for a while, it seemed like. Perhaps it felt longer for Warriors because of his worry, but he was almost certain this was taking longer than it should have. A million questions flooded his mind in the midst of his anxiety. What if Hyrule was wrong? What if there was something else going on, and Mask wasn't going to get better? What if…?

"Ledge? Do you think… He might have another seizure? You said it was probably because of the fever and that hasn't gone down at all. I'm just… I'm just worried. I hate seeing him like this. I hate seeing him suffer. And… I don't know if I could take it if he were to have another—"

"He'll be fine. I promise. As soon as he wakes up, we'll get Hyrule, get him some medicine, and hopefully the fever will go down. You heard what Rule said, he didn't hurt himself or anything, meaning that chances are, he'll be just fine. You hear me? Mask will be fine. He will recover from this."

"But he hasn't woken up yet. Hyrule said he should wake up in a few minutes—!" Warriors tried to argue before Legend gripped his shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes,

"He will be okay. I promise. Rulie and I are not going to let anything happen to him, but you're not doing him or anyone else any good by wondering 'what if'. You need to trust me and Hyrule. You need to trust that we will make sure Mask recovers. Can you do that?" Warriors nodded in understanding, though the tears welling up in his eyes told a different story. Legend would never normally do this, especially not to Warriors, but… Whenever Mask was concerned, it seemed to be the only time the two could ever get along, and sometimes in his concern for the kid, Legend did things he wouldn't normally do; He pulled Warriors into a hug.

Warriors was taken aback by this, but returned the embrace, burying his face in the other hero's shoulder and just letting the tears fall. He really hoped Legend didn't mind this, but if he did, he'd just have to deal with it, because Warriors couldn't stop. Or at least until he suddenly heard a soft groan behind him. Warriors quickly pulled away from Legend, turning around to see Mask just beginning to stir. Bleary sapphire eyes opened, immediately coming to focus on Warriors.

"Dad…?"

"Hey, Sprite. How are you feeling?" Warriors asked, trying to hide the fact that he'd just been crying, internally cringing at the way his voice cracked at nearly every other word.

"Cold. Tired. What… What happened?" Mask asked. Warriors hesitated. He should have assumed the kid wouldn't remember what happened, but he wasn't sure he had the strength to tell him. How could he tell Mask what really happened when he could barely think about it himself?

"You… Passed out. You must have been exhausted, with you being sick and walking as much as we did today…" Legend told him. Not technically a lie, but a stretch of the truth that was probably easier for the kid's brain to handle right now.

"It's okay though. You're safe, Hyrule will be back with some medicine, and we'll ask Time if we can postpone the voyage to the next island, so you're free to stay here and recover properly. Okay?" Warriors said, putting a hand against his kid's (still warm) cheek. Mask nodded. He would have tried to argue, but felt too shitty to do so. He was so exhausted, and his body ached so much that he probably couldn't even get out of bed if he tried.

"Oh, that reminds me, I should go down and let Hyrule know Mask is awake." Legend got up and left the room quickly, knowing Warriors probably wanted a moment alone with his kid. Once he was gone, Mask spoke up again,

"I didn't just pass out, did I?" He asked suspiciously, "You were crying… You never cry unless it's really bad." Warriors let out a sigh. He should have known Mask would figure it out. He was a smart kid, very perceptive. Sometimes Warriors forgot just how perceptive.

"...No. You didn't just pass out. You…" Warriors paused, trying to figure out how to get the words out, "You had a seizure, Sprite. Legend and Hyrule think it might have been caused by the fever… As well as a lack of sleep." Warriors told him.

"O-Okay! Fine. I took the All-Night mask back and… I have been using it." Mask confessed, "But I didn't know this was going to happen, I swear!"

"I know. And I'm not mad at you, Sprite. Nobody knew this was going to happen. Honestly you scared me half to death tonight…"

"M'sorry." Mask muttered.

"Hey. Don't apologize. Like I said, nobody could have seen this coming. Except Twilight, in the last minute before you collapsed, but that's beside the point. I am not mad at you." Warriors said firmly, cradling his son's face in his hands, "Though I did confiscate the mask."

"And this is why we accept whatever people are offering you to cover up when you're sick and stuck outside in the rain," Warriors wanted to add, but held himself back. Mask didn't need a lecture right now. That could wait until he was all better.

"That's fair." Mask shrugged weakly. He was a little disappointed, but he knew it was probably for the best anyway. It hurt to use, and if it was going to cause him to get sick and have seizures due to sleep deprivation, he was better off without it. Mask felt awful, both physically, and for the pain he had put his dad, and Legend, and Hyrule, and whoever else witnessed it through. He knew they'd never accept his apology for it, but he still felt as if it were all his fault. Now he was going to be the reason the next leg of their journey would be postponed.

"Hey. Quit with that look. I know that look, you're trying to blame yourself for all this. You didn't choose to get sick. It just happens. And it could have happened to anyone. Hylia knows we're all absolutely awful at taking care of ourselves. It was just bad luck that it happened to be you. So stop blaming yourself for this, alright?" Warriors gave a small smile as he playfully booped Mask's nose. Mask couldn't help but smile back. Seeing him happy, even as sick as he was, made Warriors feel as if a massive weight the size of Ganon himself had been lifted off his chest. If even he could smile at a time like this, then there was no way things wouldn't get better.

"Is he still awake?" Hyrule suddenly asked from the doorway as he and Legend entered the room, the former holding a bottle of some dull green— almost pond scum green— liquid.

"Yeah, come on in." Warriors said.

"Let me take this… and I'll get some more cold water for ya, kiddo." Legend grabbed the now lukewarm cloth from Mask's head and ran back out while Hyrule approached the side of the bed, pulling the cork out of the bottle. Mask grimaced as the strong smell of… was that grass? The strong smell of what Mask imagined old, wet, rotting grass would smell like filled the room. He could assume that was the medicine Warriors had mentioned, and he was really hoping it wasn't the kind he had to drink. Just the sight of it made him want to throw up, again (he knew he had before because of the taste in his mouth when he woke up. Still probably better than what this medicine would taste like, though).

"Here, drink this. It'll help with the fever and all that." Hyrule tried to hand it to him, but Mask recoiled at the gesture, not wanting to take it from him.

"Mask. You need to drink it. Do you need me to help you?" Warriors asked.

"It smells like death!" Mask protested.

"Yes, but it's actually the opposite. This is going to help you feel better, I promise. You know I wouldn't be giving it to you if it wasn't going to help." Hyrule urged. Mask still refused, crinkling up his nose in disgust.

"Oh for the love of Nayru, Sprite…" Warriors sighed exasperatedly, snatching the bottle from Hyrule's hand, "Can you sit up?" He asked the child. Mask shook his head in refusal.

"Mask. Sit up. I'm gonna give you five seconds to cooperate, and then I'm going to have to use force." Warriors warned.

"Wars, don't—" Hyrule butted in nervously.

"I'm not actually going to hurt him, Rule! What kind of monster do you think I am? I'm his father, I love him, I could never hurt him. I just need him to drink this and sometimes the only way to overcome his stubbornness is—"

"I can't!" Mask whined. Tears were brimming his big sapphire eyes, face screwed up as if he were holding back a sob, "I can't sit up. H-Hurts to move… It… It hurts…!" At those words, the obvious sincerity painted so clearly on Mask's face, Warriors' frustration melted, replaced immediately with remorse.

"I… I'm sorry, Sprite. Here. I'll help you." Warriors said, slipping a hand underneath the child's back and gently pushing him to a sitting position. Hyrule moved the pillows behind him to prop him up. Warriors then carefully raised the bottle to the kid's mouth, but again Mask turned away.

"Mask, please… I need you to drink this. I know it smells awful and it probably tastes awful too, but it will make you feel better, I promise." He begged.

"I don't wanna—!" Mask argued. He felt fine other than the fever and the aching. Why couldn't he just sleep it off?

"You have to!" Warriors urged, a little harsher than he meant to.

"Why?! Why can't I just sleep this off?!" Mask yelled back.

"BECAUSE—!" Warriors started to scream back, before he caught himself, realizing that getting into a shouting match with his sick son wouldn't help anything, "Because I'm scared, Sprite. You are really sick, and… I don't want to risk you having another seizure, or something worse. I don't want to lose you, Mask. So please, I am begging you. Drink the medicine. Even if it tastes horrible, you have to drink it."

It wasn't often that his dad actually admitted to being scared. It was about as rare as him letting himself cry; only when things were really, really bad. Because of this, Mask decided to just suck it up and drink the very smelly contents of the bottle. He turned his head back towards his dad, opening his mouth just enough that he could pour the liquid in. Mask immediately wanted to spit it out. It tasted far worse than it smelled, indescribably bad. Still, he forced himself to swallow, praying that the taste would leave his mouth soon.

"I'm back." Legend announced as he returned to the room once again, cloth re-soaked with cold water, and came to sit on Mask's other side, "I talked to Time, told him what happened. He agrees that we should stay at least another day or two until Mask recovers."

"Good. I think we could all use the extra rest anyway." Warriors nodded in agreement. Legend turned his attention back to Mask, feeling his forehead again.

"Seems like the fever is going down. That's good. Still a little warm, though…" He commented. He gently placed the cloth over the kid's head again. Mask flinched at the initial coolness of it, but after a few seconds it started to feel good against his burning hot skin.

"Hyrule and I got him to drink the medicine, so it should be gone soon. Now all we gotta do is wait…" Warriors sighed, giving a small smile as he gently rubbed his thumb over Mask's cheek. Mask leaned into it, resting his head against his father's hand, eyes beginning to droop sleepily.

"We should let him sleep. A seizure can take a lot out of a person, especially a kid. Plus sleep is the best way for him to get over this sickness." Legend said, noticing this. Warriors nodded in agreement, moving the pillows back so Mask could lay down all the way.

"Sleep well, little Calf." Legend said as he and Hyrule were leaving the room. Mask suddenly reached out, grasping at the end of his father's scarf with what little strength he could muster.

"Can you stay with me? I don't… I don't want to be alone." He whimpered.

"I wasn't going anywhere, Sprite." Warriors promised, curling up on the bed next to his son, "I'm staying here as long as you need me to." He grabbed the child's tiny hand that was still clinging to the dark blue fabric of his scarf, just holding it in his.

"SAILOR! Stop! Don't you dare bother him!" Legend's voice rang out down the hall, coupled with the pitter-patter of little running footsteps, getting closer and closer until a second small figure darted into the room, flopping onto the bed on Mask's other side and promptly throwing his arms around the one he considered a little brother.

"Wind!" Warriors scolded, "What are you doing here?! Mask needs to rest, and you're going to get sick too if you stay here."

"I don't care if I get sick, it's not like we're leaving until he gets better anyway! I just don't want him to be alone!" Wind argued.

"S'okay dad. I don't mind." Mask whispered, half-asleep. Wind snuggled up closer, smiling at his brother's approval. Warriors had no argument. It wasn't like he could force Wind out now.

"Fine. But if you get sick too, that's on you."

"You could get sick too, dumbass." Wind countered, though the word dumbass held a tone of affection and playfulness more than rudeness.

"I'm his father, I get a pass since it’s my job to be here for him.”

“Yeah well, I’m his brother so it’s technically my job too! Unless you’d rather I didn’t care at all.”

“...Touche, sailor.”

“Can you shut up? I’m tryna sleep…” Mask grumbled.

“Sorry, Sprite. I’ll be quiet.” Warriors said quietly, “And you. If you’re gonna stay in here, you better get to sleep too.” He whispered as he poked Wind lightly. All he got in response was a snore, however. Damn, the kid fell asleep fast. Warriors doubted he’d sleep at all tonight, his nerves being far too shot from the events of this evening, but someone needed to keep an eye on Mask anyway. He was glad the two kids were sleeping soundly, however.

“Sweet dreams, Sprite. Sailor.” He whispered.

Also Wolfie cuddles because yes

#linked keys #LK #LK Mask #LK Warriors #LK Legend #LK Hyrule #whumptober2022 #not lu #tw: seizure

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individualcudi · 2 years

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Hey tumblr, I decided to come back one final time before I leave this and the history of this account behind me for good. This account has been with me for the duration of my love life and has seen and heard every little bit. But with things occurring in my life now I’ve decided to put it behind me now.

I’ve written on here about every girl I interacted with or had feelings forfrom Chai to Jei, to Phi, to talking to Joy, to Angel and finally the supposed love of my life Camille.

My time with Camille recently ended back in February after 4 1/2 years, and today was supposed to be our 5 year anniversary but so much shit happened and I’d rather not bother with the details. But the energy shifted and I don’t wanna bother playing the blame game, because frankly after 4 months of back and forth and nonstop drama. I. Am. Tired.

I’ve been told things could have been different. I’m told people in our ear doomed us. I’m told we still could’ve fixed things. But she left me, and I declined her not once but TWICE, and after things I’ve heard as of late, I feel so validated in my decision that I cannot help but feel it was meant to be. That I was right in my choice to decline both times.

I carried resentment in my heart because I felt crushed by her, I felt abandoned, i felt talked down to. I questioned my self worth. But us splitting was inevitable. Things happen for a reason. I mourned the death of our relationship and I still do now. However my eyes are looking towards the future.

4 months later and I’m better, physically stronger, my mental health has gotten so much better. My emotional health has healed. I’m working towards something great once more. I have people in my corner supporting me. I don’t feel alone any longer. I have people giving me words of affirmation and praise, showing that my efforts and hard work are being noticed.

It’s ironic. A couple months ago you asked me if I would date Patty. I said no, because I didn’t have anything to offer, I didn’t have the confidence that I would be worthy of someone like that. You took no time to agree with me, and I felt slighted and disrespected. After talking to a close friend she said that was fucked up, that other people agreed you were wrong for that. The biggest fucking irony is that I do have something to offer. That I have fucking value and can bring things to the table.

Who knows if you’ll ever read this, nobody comes in here anymore and I prolly expect you to still be talking shit in your private diary even now. And probably continuing into the future. I know you’re actively working against me, because you see I’m happy. And you don’t like that, you can’t stand it can you. You think I’ve just got up and moved on and replaced you because she gives me what you weren’t willing to provide anymore. You’re doing mental gymnastics rn trying to talk nasty about me to whoever is willing to listen to you, to gather as many people to your side.

Yet here I am, entertaining no conversations about you. Nobody will hear my side because I don’t give a fuck to talk about it and nobody needs to know my business. I saw you at Joshua’s and told you I was proud of you. That I hold 0 ill will towards you, and that I want nothing but the best for you. But I hear about the things you do and the things you say, and it’s disappointing as fuck, but absolutely expected outta you, to no surprise. So I will say hi to you moving forward, I will smile and continue to show love.

So thank you for pushing me away. Thank you for enabling me to grow and change and to find an unlikely friend who would do what you couldn’t do. Now go and be happy with someone who will do better than me, that’ll give you whatever the fuck you wanted. Because I failed you, and you failed me.

Signing off this shit I have nothing left on my chest to say. If you see this then fine, if not, whatever it’s lost to the internet. But if you do see this you’ll prolly screenshot it and send it to whoever is willing to listen to you but as for me I’m done with this situation.

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pesterloglog · 4 months

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Jasprosesprite^2, Rose Lalonde, Calliope, Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker, John Egbert, Terezi Pyrope

Act 6, page 7646-7651

JASPROSESPRITE^2: They're back!!! :3!! !

JASPROSESPRITE^2: At last an end to this dreadful lull in our recent social patterns!

ROSE: What lull?

ROSE: You've been talking nonstop since you were created.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You see Roxy? We all knew you could find her.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Especially me!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Not to boast but my faith in your ability to retrieve the cherub wasn't just some saccharine friendly nonsense, like it was for pretty much everyone else here.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It was established in what is now a highly focused understanding of my aspect as well as these radically magnified feline instincts!! :3!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Yes good point, it's true that feline instincts in no empirical way contribute to one's prognosticative acuity, fair enough!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: But they really make it FEEL like my intuition has more credibility than it really deserves.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: And to the cat portion of my being, that is GOOD ENOUGH! Holy shit am I legitimately pleased with myself right now.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: *Trills.*

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Is this her Roxy? :3 Of course this is her.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Hello you beautiful creature.

CALLIOPE: :O

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Gasp. ROXY! She's a treasure.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: This skull! Absolutely exquisite.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: So smooth to the touch and full of luster! So macabre, so... sublimely EXSANGUINOUS! :3

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Quite the fetching artifact to keep propped on such a smartly dressed pair of shoulders.

ROSE: Could you maybe stop pawing at her?

ROSE: It's creepy.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The suit! Spectacular. Tailored yourself I gather?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You have no idea what a burning desire I have to get hair on it but don't worry I won't!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Oh my god her eyes. Perfect glass! Like a priceless doll's.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Tis a special friend you pulled from the dead Roxy.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Thank you for sharing this gift with us.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: *Mrr... chirp!*

ROXY: :O

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You there! John's hot mom.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It wasn't a Freudian slip that time I said it deliberately. :3

ROSE: Kill.

ROSE: Me.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: We phantasmal kittyfolk don't have much use for disguising the thoughts we think to be true in our minds nor do we bother to veil attraction to that which we find sexually appealing! Meow.

JANE: :O

JASPROSESPRITE^2: These IDEAS I'm having mmrrr they're so *interesting*. Wherever this frame of reference has been all my life color me glad I'm dead!!! ;3

JASPROSESPRITE^2: John's hot mom did you know you killed me?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: No not the girl the cat I mean. You were twice culpable in a way.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The murder weapon was in your custody and bequeathed to you roundaboutedly by you yourself as an aged ghostly grannywoman.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The plummet of that gut-crushing tome was the last thing I ever witnessed.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Of course the old woman herself was murdered by the accursed thing too so one could hardly blame her for pulling a few strings here and there that it might find another victim.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: When a bedeviled joke opus is taken with certain individuals it can be difficult to wrest them away from its favor.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Mrow look at me boring you all with elementary tome trivia everyone knows already. What is this the kitten corner?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The fact is John's hot mom one time you and your cornball book made a pussy pancake out of me.

JOHN: :O

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I suppose Roxy had a hand in it too technically though it seems mom had it in her blood to do well intended harm to that poor critter I used to be.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It's ok though because she makes up for it with the BEST funerals!!! Purrr they are a treat, each of my halves received one!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I remember you so clearly in that desert as the life drained away and I muddled through the shabby last words of a raffish amateur.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I clearly remember in spite of what a hackneyed showing that was I still had the presence of mind to be overwhelmed by the sense for how much you cared and that gives me such a warm emotion right now it makes me want to poof up a little with friendliness!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: But these aren't the only memories of death I have.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Or the only memories of life I had for you see I've had many.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Squaring these sprites, it's a marvelous thing. It opens you up! The selves become curiously multidimensional; concentrated!!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I recall the lives of many Roses lost. And many Jaspers! Maybe even more than nine. ;3

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Not that any of them matter now they each chased their own laser pointers to their respective futilities and now I am all that's left of them, mrrrr.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Nor does it matter to the task at hand for which we must prepare does it Hotmom Crocker?

JANE: ... What?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: For the battle ahead! We're still on healing duty. Didn't anyone tell you yet?

JANE: N-no?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: The gameplan is simple. You jumpstart the cadavers while I scoot you around.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: How's that sound cookietits, does it tickle your toebeans?? :3

JANE: :O

JOHN: :O

ROXY: :O

CALLIOPE: :O

TEREZI: :O

ROSE: Well, that settles that.

ROSE: Plan of action secured.

ROSE: Maybe it's time for you to go away now?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It may very well could be!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Farewell transitorily.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Prrrrr, *CHIRP!!!*

#homestuck #jasprosesprite^2 #rose lalonde #calliope #roxy lalonde #jane crocker #john egbert #terezi pyrope #homestuck act 6 #page 7646 #page 7647 #page 7648 #page 7649 #page 7650 #page 7651 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 5

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childe-dni · 3 years

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Tartaglia, Get Out of My Office

childe x reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff, is this crack?

warnings: not proof read (are we surprised), brief mentions of injury

you're a private Fatui doctor and there's just one patient who keeps finding his way back to your office

a/n; this is probably not very cohesive at all, for which I apologise. also I'm a teenager and not interested in medicine in the slightest. I am literally talking out of my ass for 100% of the medical thingies. this turned out a lot more dialogue heavy than I would have liked. basically this is Very Bad but i still hope you like this annoying guy.

“Doctor, it’s-” Ekaterina’s assistant squeaked out to you before you promptly cut them off.

“I know. Bring him in.” You sighed already knowing who was interrupting your peace.

Until a few moments ago, you were sat quietly and relaxed in your small office in the back of Northland Bank. It’s a place that doesn’t meet the public eye, the only people who know of its existence are those in the Fatui. The room itself is fairly well lit, though none of that is due to natural lighting, and you have enough space for your own desk, a seat for one patient and a sickbed.

As a private service specifically reserved for the Fatui (and mostly only really used for emergencies), you never really have much to do – of course you’d have the beat up pyro-slinger here and there but, overall, your time is usually spent revising old files, with your nose in a book or sleeping on the job resting your eyes. Though it does get quite boring at times, you know you wouldn’t trade it (even if you had the authority to) because you’d rather not have a lot to do than have too much on your plate.

Well, that was until recently – and then a certain ginger haired Harbinger started having a lot of business in Liyue and, suddenly, you’ve had more paperwork in just a couple of months than you’d had in all your years gathering experience. Ever since his arrival he’s been in and out of your office nonstop and, although it’s none of your business and you’d be lying if you said you cared an awful lot, you still wanted to know how exactly he ended up in such a poor state so often and how he could laugh about it so easily.

“Hello, Lord Tartaglia.” You didn’t bother looking up at him; you knew he was there because you heard his footsteps as he sauntered into your office. Clearly there was something humorous about how exhausted your voice sounded as you greeted him because he immediately erupted into laughter when you spoke to him, causing you to hold back an eye roll.

“Somebody sounds happy to see me.” Although you weren’t looking at Childe, you could just hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I’m overjoyed, my Lord. Now, please take a seat,” you uttered flatly as you wore your gloves and finally left your seat to make your way over to the redhead. With a smirk, he obliged and set himself down on the edge of the bed and watched as you gathered the documents and equipment you needed.

The harbinger was fairly compliant and docile during your check-up procedures – making sure his breathing was steady, checking the stability of his heartbeat, testing his reflexes, the usual – and he seemed perfectly fine. But as soon as you began to focus your attention onto his actual reason for being in your office this time, he began acting out again.

You noted his check-up results down at your desk before eyeing him up and down for a moment. He didn’t seem nearly as beat up as usual, if at all, and his clothes only displayed their original colours rather than presenting that deep crimson he tended to come into your office stained with. Even his hair that’s usually scattered in the shape of a bird’s nest seemed a lot less disheveled and you couldn’t help but wonder if this is how good he looks when he isn’t singlehandedly sending the Liyue hilichurl population to the brink of extinction.

“Like what you see?” he cheekily raised an eyebrow and you forced yourself to remember who out of the two of you was more disposable before making your next move.

“So, where is the injury this time, my Lord?” You decided it would be best if you ignored his comment altogether because you couldn’t trust that anything good would come out of any reaction you were capable of giving.

“Haven’t I told you to just call me Tartaglia? It’s weird that a close friend of mine like you would still use such honorifics when referring to me”, the redhead teased.

“I’m not sure if what we have can be classed as a close friendship, my Lord”, you replied, trying to remain as stoic as possible.

“Why not? Unless…” From the way he dramatically trailed off, you had a feeling his next words would be moronic.

“Don’t tell me you see us as more than that?” Yeah, you were right. His voiced carried a faux tone of surprise as he put a hand to his chest in shock and you just couldn’t restrain the groan that tore past your lips.

“Lord Tartaglia, please show me where you are hurt so that I may treat you appropriately.” Frustration and desperation was starting to bubble over in your voice and demeanour and you almost felt embarrassed at how audibly and visibly exasperated you were with the man and his childish taunts.

Feeling satisfied with just how much he had managed to irritate you in such a short time, Childe finally gave up his teasing and pointed to his abdomen. You wanted to be wary of the mischievous glint in his eyes but dismissed it because you couldn’t say that such a look on him was a rare occurrence.

“That’s where your wound is?” He nodded innocently. “Okay, then I’ll need you to lift up your shirt so I can take a look, or you can just take it off if that’s more comfortable than holding it up the whole time.”

You dismissed him saying that he ‘likes where this is going’ while removing his layers but when you laid your eyes and softly pressed your fingers on his abs you noticed something – apart from his old scars and muscles that looked like they were carved by an archon themselves there wasn’t anything there. You could feel your face heating up as you stared for a few moments longer because, although you were simply just examining the area he pointed out to you, you could tell that some kind of taunting was on the way if you stared for much longer.

“Is the injury here internal, my Lord? Perhaps poison?” you spoke after clearing your throat.

“No, what makes you say that?”

“Well, there’s no fresh external wound for me to treat, neither is there any swelling or bruising that would be displayed had you received this from combat so-” A loud scoff interrupted you.

“What are you saying? Of course there’s a fresh wound”, Childe said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His fingers wandered around his stomach and faded scars for a while before settling in one place. “See, right there!”

Eyes narrowed, you leaned forward to inspect the place where his fingers pointed to and, lo and behold, there was a wound. However, the reason you hadn’t noticed it before was that it was quite literally smaller than a paper cut.

“My Lord,” you began slowly, failing to mask your bewilderment. “Is that the wound you’re here for?”

“Sure is”, Childe spoke with a grin.

You blinked in complete confusion for a moment, the ridiculousness of this situation rendering you speechless. So, he interrupted your quiet time, wound you up like a jack-in-the-box and potentially hindered somebody who actually needs medical assistance from receiving it all for a cut that his mother could have kissed better? Is that what just happened?

“And… what exactly would you like me to do about this?” you asked, still trying to process the situation.

“Come on, I want you to fix me up, doc!” he playfully jabbed you with his elbow and it took all the self control you could gather in that moment not smack his arm away.

Eyes closed, you inhaled deeply and held your breath for a few seconds before exhaling and relaxing your shoulders. Childe had officially become the most annoying person you knew. You shuffled back to your desk where you found band aids along with small wipes which you doused in alcohol before awkwardly dragging your feet back to where the harbinger sat merrily swinging his legs back and forth.

“I’m about to, uhm, clean your wound,” you started, still irritated at the fact that he felt this was an appropriate reason to waste your time. “This may- sting- a little bit.” The lines that you’ve become used to reciting felt redundant but you had to say them nonetheless. Your words were broken up and your voice was robotic, the utter stupidity of Childe’s behaviour making you feel as though your brain had been overloaded.

Gently, you pressed the disinfectant wipe onto his cut and felt your eye twitch in annoyance when you heard the man dramatically suck in air as he pretended to be in pain. As you wiped away the invisible blood surrounding his booboo, you could feel his gaze on you the entire time. Even as you went to grab the band aid, you could see him smirking from the corner of your eye and before you could think, your mouth started moving on its own.

“What are you smiling at?” you huffed without thinking, and then restrained yourself from smacking your hands over your mouth from using such a disrespectful tone on a harbinger.

“You.”

What?

Suddenly, you were frozen in place, your brain turned to juice, your face grew warmer and your mouth stopped working – perhaps you were now the one in need of medical attention. You tried to quickly gather yourself after your brain short circuited by clearing your throat and shaking your head whilst clumsily slapping the band aid onto his cut. Unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough as Childe burst out laughing at you for what felt like the thousandth time, an endeared glimmer in his eyes.

“Did you just come here today to inconvenience me and laugh at me for fifteen minutes?” you sighed in defeat.

The redhead winked as he replied, “Hmm, I guess you could put it that way. After all, seeing you is enough to brighten my day… but inconveniencing you is definitely part of the fun.”

“Tartaglia?”

“Yes?”

“Get out of my office.”

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe #genshin childe #childe x reader #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia x reader #childe-dni writes

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Dionysus

Hey y’all, sorry for going dark! I’m alright, almost completely recovered in fact! I just got so sleepy while my body was fighting stuff off and couldn’t really work up the energy to write... Still going to be spotty for a short time, but I’m glad to have gotten this done. See ya soon!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus

Lucifer

Well, this mortal stumbled out of the portal covered in glitter, body paint, and carrying a red solo cup… which they proceeded to stare at like, "'ell sshhit… Thiz iz sum stron s'uff…"

First impressions were not on their side here.

He spent a depressingly long amount of time more or less assuming that the MC was a drunken f-up and spent the first few months trying to make them more… presentable.

But like… How do you stop someone from acting like a drunk fool when they can turn any drink they touch alcoholic???

For months they would show up to meetings buzzed or stumbling, all smiles and all giggles but HORRIBLY unprofessional, and he just couldn't stand it!

But then he found out their little secret…

Assassination threats befall the exchange students all the time. Most of them are dealt with quickly but some (through skill or dumb luck) manage to slip through...

He had been walking with the MC through their new vineyard in the House's courtyard, yet again trying to lecture them about their drunken behavior, when suddenly the two were ambushed!

Ten or so heavily armored demons dropped down from the sky to attack them! Lucifer was so preoccupied that he got cornered by three of them and it took him a hot minute to destroy them.

When he looked back at the mortal (who had been fighting a 1-on-7) he was certain they'd have been kidnapped or worse…

But he saw that they had already cut down two attackers with their weapon with ease. The other five were rolling in the dirt, babbling about inexplicable terrors and imaginary pain as their minds succumbed to madness…

Meanwhile, the MC just stood in the middle of it all with the icy glare of someone who’s just revealed how stone-cold sober they've always been under the surface...

When they turned back to him, they put their usual ditzy smile back on over the tormented wails of the demons around them...

MC: Whoopsie… Gotta little mad there. 🙂

He uh… took a big ol'step off their back after that. Surprisingly, they're more pleasant (and less dangerous) "drunk" than they are sober…

Mammon

Oh HELL yeah!! Lucifer actually gave him a mortal that knows how to party!!

Admittedly, they looked like utter trash when they first met, like, "Hey, I've been at this party since DAWN" trash, but they gave him one good look and pulled together a surprisingly hot smile.

MC: "-ey yer cute… Ya like strip poker?"

Spoken like someone else who also makes shit decisions… They were going to get along just fine!

And they did. The MC to him was that one friend that's always down for anything. Just anything. Whenever. Wherever.

He wants to try sneaking into Lucifer's room to steal stuff? Sure, what time?

He wants to take a mattress and see if he can ride it down the grand staircase of the palace? Alright, we bringin' pillows too?

He needs to set up another scheme that's gotta involve live rats and box of tiny hats and monocles?? That's oddly specific but count them in!!

Sometimes he honestly can't tell if they're laid back or just crave chaos... but it works out fine for him either way so who cares? 🤷‍♀️

And if you think normal Mammon is a pain in the ass for Lucifer? Check out drunk Mammon. All the same urges but literally none of the (marginal) competence!!

At one point, the eldest ended up stringing both Mammon and the MC from the ceiling after they both barged into his office looking for Goldie… while he was still in there… watching them wander around aimlessly calling out for a piece of plastic like it was a missing puppy…

They end up together on the ceiling a lot come to think of it, but hey, at least now he has some company. 😌

Leviathan

Thinks they're the most normal normie to have ever normed on this normie planet!!!

No, seriously. They're a billion times worse than Asmo!! All they want to do is go to parties and drink all the time! What kind of use is he to someone like that??

… That being said they ARE pretty fun to be around… And their sake is WAY better than anything he could get off Akuzon!!

They also like karaoke too! So at least he has someone else to go with (even if they get so drunk they can’t remember any lyrics and just belt barely coherent discount Mariah Carey vocals behind him...)

Of course, the real fun between these two is everybody else getting to watch a couple of the Devildom's sloppiest drunks attempt to communicate with each other…

Levi: MMM-*hic*-MCCC…!!! *throws himself at them from across the bar*

MC: What Leviachan??? 😨 Did the chair kick you off?!

Levi: Nooo! *pokes their cheek* I wanna-I wanna tell you sometin'...! *tries pulling them closer*

MC: Whaa? Secrets?? *leans in eagerly*

Levi: Mammon used all ma money on’a pyramid scheme a thou-zand years ago… AND HE STILL WON'T PAY ME BAAA-!!! 😭😭 *starts shaking them violently*

MC: *getting flung around like a limp noodle* Waaaat?! Nooo!!! I'm so sowwy!! 😢

Mammon: *watching it all go down right next to him* 😑 Ya guys need some water… I'm cuttin' ya off, got it?

MC: 😱 Shut yer whore mouth, criminal!! *starts pelting him with pretzel bites*

Levi: 😤 Yah!! *joins in*

Good thing he's a shut-in, because the hangovers he gets after those escapades are unreal…

Satan

A little concerned for their liver, honestly… How much damage have they already done to the poor thing...?

But at the same time, he'll be damned if they don't make some utterly fantastic wine!

Alcokinesis wasn't a power he would have pegged a demigod to have but apparently the great art of making drinks comes from their godly DNA.

When they first met, he was trying to get the MC to act less slovenly but made the mistake of agreeing to a wager: he'd let them dress however they pleased if they could give him the BEST drink he'd ever tasted.

Now, Satan isn't a huge drinker (thank you terrible alcohol tolerance), but he's still a man of fine tastes. Plus, he's sampled Demonus from Diavolo royal stock before. They should not have won…

But on that day, he had to let them go to RAD in a pink blanket toga... 😑 Their wine is just THAT good.

He hates to admit it, but they've gotten him drunk more times than he could probably count too… He's not a huge fan of clubbing with them and the others, but if they bring over a bottle from their vineyard he just can't resist. They're a master of their craft, truly.

And it's a good thing he likes their drinks so much, because if they called him, "Kitty-boy," when he's sober, he may have just become a sour grape himself…

They also may or may not have copious amounts of blackmail material of him either meowing between sentences, sobbing over some fictional character he likes, pole dancing on dares….

Yeah, he's been trying to destroy their phone for months now. If Lucifer were to see ANY of that, he's done for… 😣

He has also been meaning to ask them about other aspects of their abilities, their father is also the God of Madness after all, but anytime he tries to bring it up they shove another glass in his hand and tell him not to kill the mood...

Eh. What's the harm in having another drink, right? 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus

Honey. He's MET Dionysus. He's been to a Dio-party or two and they're INSANE. He could not be more thrilled by this!!!

He practically scooped them up on the first night that they were in the House and it’s practically been a nonstop rave between these two ever since. They’re like the party twin he never knew he needed!!

He absolutely abuses their ability to turn pretty much any drink they touch into alcohol at clubs. It makes the nights so much easier on the wallet PLUS it makes an excellent little party trick to impress the succubi! Who doesn’t want a free drink? 😏

And can he just say that their drinks are better? Just flat out amazing! If it weren’t so unhealthy he’d consider drinking nothing but their booze and wine for the rest of his days, Satan’s certainly getting close to it.

But little does Satan know, he’s not even getting the GOOD stuff...

There’s the normal wine: grapes picked from the vineyard, hand squeezed, then magically helped through the fermenting process. But their real good stuff? They were given enchanted oak barrels from their father and anything that comes out of those is worth starting a WAR over. 😩

He knows, because he gifted an extra bottle to Diavolo once and Barbs came to him the very next day demanding to know what vineyard had produced it with the look of man willing to annex a small nation...

Asmo had to beg Lucifer to talk to Diavolo after the butler more or less kidnapped the MC back to the Castle… Devil knows even Barbs wouldn’t ever be able to reproduce their wine, so they could have been locked there for eternity!!

Thankfully, he got his party-buddy back and their debauchery continued! (Just now with Barbatos following them around sometimes like he’s trying to gather state secrets... It’s an impossible task but he hasn’t given up yet, bless his black heart.)

Beelzebub

He isn't much bothered by their carefree nature, at least they seem to be having fun with his family which he appreciates. 🙂

To be honest, though, he nearly ate them when they first met because they smell like freshly peeled grapes… and for good reason.

By their third day at the House they had (somehow) planted and cultivated a full on vineyard in the courtyard. Hell, the wall growing to their bedroom balcony was covered in grapevines!! Always ripe and completely healthy in defiance of the lack of sun... Whatever magic they used was strong.

And, of course, their grapes were also delicious! Easily among the best fruits he's ever tasted! Every cluster is ridiculously plump, juicy, and sweet like little droplets of pure Heaven… 🤤

When their fruit first ripened, the MC came out with a basket to collect some only to find Beel had gouged himself on over half of their crop!!!

… which may have been why he got snared up on one of the courtyard walls by pissed off grapevines... Even with all his strength, he couldn't break through them and had to wait for Lucifer to cut him down… 😔

From then on, Beel was pretty much the pesky rabbit to the MC's harvest. They had to set up traps and magical barriers to keep him from their precious grapes…!! Which inevitably meant one of his brothers had to come rescue him from their furious vines at least once a week... 🙄

SOMETIMES, the MC will bring him along to help harvest with them with the deal that he can have an extra basket for however many he helps them pick. But the second he takes a bite he shouldn't, it’s back on the wall!

Out of the vineyard, they're nice enough. But put some grapes between these two and they're mortal enemies… STOP messing with their plants, Beel!! 😤

Belphegor

So… this drunken fool is supposed to get him out of the attic? Never mind, this is never going to work…

He was SEVERELY underwhelmed when the "human" finally made it up the steps. This was who they decided to bring for their exchange program? They seemed like they could barely stand!

Naturally, he figured all the better for him. They probably wouldn't even last that long!

Some poor, incompetent human falling victim to a demon out there? Diavolo's reputation would in tatters and he wouldn't even have to lift a finger! (His favorite way of doing things really 😌).

But… they just kept coming back? Like. Nothing was killing them….! How guarded were they keeping this moron??

Or… maybe it was something else?

Sure, the MC seemed like a drunken idiot but there were times when he'd swear that they were just… too aware to be sloshed…

MC: *suddenly stops smiling at him mid-conversation and looks him in the eye* You tilt your head when you lie. You know that?

How can someone so cheerful ALSO be so unnerving…?

So really, he should have seen their sudden heel-turn after they opened the door coming. There he was, fully intending to take them by surprise and choke them after a hug…

...and they knocked him down, climbed onto his back like a spider monkey, and rode him around like a bucking bull using his horns like handlebars!!

It wouldn’t have been AS humiliating if they didn’t also keep shouting things like "Giddiyap!" And "Yee-haw!!"

It took him a whole month to be sure that any and all footage of that nightmare was erased and he STILL hates the MC quite a bit for it…. But he's too scared to attack them now, so…

The lesson here? It's not a fair fight when one side’s crazy... 😔😒

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods

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storiesbyastrocraft · 3 years

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Three Months Pt 2

Yandere!Hawks x Male Reader

Slow Burn?

No matter how slow, Hawks is a bit much-

Warnings :

Some Season 4 Spoilers (Ep 87)

A/B/O elements

Y/n may have never worked directly with Hawks before, but that doesn’t mean he hadn’t seen the hero’s impressive work.

Hawks could save a myriad of people without even lifting a finger. His easy heroism combined with his laid-back attitude had people from all dynamics fawning over him. It was unusual to see everyone from the most aggressive alpha to the most submissive omega be fans of one hero. Even y/n had to admit that Hawks had a certain irresistible flair to him.

It was that flare that made him agree to be dragged out to Hawks’ hometown.

...Well, the flare and the story opportunity.

Who doesn’t love to hear about their favorite hero’s childhood?

Unfortunately, this trip was far from an interview opportunity. Hawks and Endeavor came to Kyushu to talk business. The very same Endeavor y/n had not so subtly criticized in his last report. And the one before that. And also the one before that. . . and the one before that one too. The guy is a literal flaming pile of shit. Can you blame him? It's what reporters do!

If Endeavor recognized the smaller man, he didn’t say anything. The same can’t be said about his assigned reporter. Who very kindly pointed it out within the first five minutes of meeting him.

“I’m a little peckish so why don’t we have our talk over food,” Hawks said, breaking the awkward silence. “There’s a great hot pot place not too far away from here. You can really taste the flavors of the broth.”

Without waiting for a reply the winged hero took off, Endeavor not far behind.

“So- How’s working with the number one?” The reporters fell back, being sure to stay out of the heroes’ way while being within hearing distance.

The green-haired reporter, Yuudai Sasaki, groaned in response. “He is everything you’d expect and more.”

Y/n couldn’t help his laugh, “That bad, huh?”

“You wouldn’t believe it! Apparently, the only thing he caught during our introductions was that I attended UA for a little bit-”

“A reporter from UA? I have to say that would catch my attention too!”

“I only went there for a few years, I was enrolled into the school by mistake. Long story. But Endeavor doesn’t care. He’s nonstop with his ‘It’s not too late to be a hero’ bullshit.”

Hawks stifled a laugh, “Sounds like your running your reporter through the wringer already man, give him a break!”

“Oh and I suppose you’ve been better? I imagine your reporter-”

“We have names you know.” Y/n glared at the heroes.

“I see he is as - arrogant as you Hawks. A perfect match indeed.”

“Hey now, how about we all calm down. No use wasting good food on a sour mood!”

Y/n met Sasaki’s eyes and huffed.

This was going to be a long day.

As the group walked further through Kyushu and closer to whatever restaurant Hawks was talking about, y/n was beginning to doubt taking on this job. Even if Sasaki had been enrolled in UA by mistake, he had somehow been excepted into one of the top schools in Japan. Truth be told, y/n hadn’t even looked into the other assigned reporters. Did they all go to such amazing schools?

Y/n and Hawks both faced the disadvantage of age, but at least Hawks was trained for this. In the ten minutes they had been out Hawks had stoped some random criminal and saved a dog. Sasaki occasionally took notes on his phone while y/n scribbled down something new every few steps. Maybe this job was more than he was qualified for. At least Endeavor seemed just as uncomfortable as him.

Hawks slowed to help an older lady with her bags and the small crowd of fans that had been not so secretly following them began to gather and grow. The intense mix of so many different scents made y/n crinkle his nose, but the others seemed unaffected.

“Is that Hawks? You rarely see him on the streets!”

“Congrats on getting second, man!”

“Would you sign my son’s backpack? It would just make his day!

Y/n listened to the constant chatter as Hawks talked with his fans. Most of the information y/n got about public opinion was gathered through polling and scrolling tweets. It was a rare opportunity to get to see the public, more specifically fans, interacting with the heroes. And it certainly wasn’t an opportunity y/n would waste.

Y/n pushed his way through the crowd trying to keep up with Hawks and write at the same time. Something easier said than done. A rather strong shove pushed y/n against the winged hero while he was taking a picture.

“Ah, shit- sorry about that,” Y/n mumbled an apology.

“No worries kid,” Hawks flashed his iconic smile, “We can always take another!”

The girl thanked Hawks for the photo and sent y/n a glare before disappearing into the crowd.

In the center of the crowd, all the scents were stronger. All the voices were louder. Y/n scrunched his nose and tried to shake it off. This was another part of the job. He’s been in bigger crowds. Far bigger. But something about this one was different.

“-Y/n. Y/n are you okay?” Sasaki’s voice pulled him to awareness.

“Yeah, no um-” Y/n looked around, only just now realizing he was pulled away from the crowd. “What happened?”

“Seems like you were hit by a quirk,” Endeavor glared at the still heavy crowd. “His fans are ridiculous.”

“A quirk?”

“You blacked out, for lack of a better word. No more than a shell of a person. Hawks flew you over here not long after it happened.”

Y/n felt a movement under his palm. A red feather. He lifted his hand and watched the feather do a small dance before rushing off to its owner.

“Show off.”

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere hawks x reader #yandere keigo x reader #male reader #x male reader #hawks x male reader #keigo x male reader #yandere hawks x male reader #yandere keigo x male reader #alpha hawks #Alpha keigo takami #omegaverse #astrofics

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bangchanswolfpelt · 3 years

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i love your blog so much 😭 i scrolled through ur masterlist and everything you write is just👌👌👌 do you have any specific headcanons about joshua ?? like what you think he's into kink wise?

awww, thank you!! 🥰 UGH, i have SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT JOSHUA 🥵 he literally ruins me daily and at some point, i’m gonna do a whole nsfw alphabet for him, but UNTIL THEN 😈

starting with something basic—Joshua's super into fingering. seeing his fingers disappearing inside of you, watching you stretch around him as you take more and more, it all just turns him on so much. will definitely lead into him wanting to fist you; when he thinks about you taking so much of him inside of you, he almost literally can't think straight.

Joshua LOVES to see you off-balance and embarrassed, which means lots of dirty talk, lots of public/semi-public sex. he’s really good at getting away with it, too—he’ll make a show of asking you if you’re feeling unwell and ushering you away to 'get some air', only to stop just around the corner to back you up against the wall and make a mess of you. he's so convincing, too, only the people closest to him know what’s up; i feel like Jeonghan, Seungcheol, Minghao, and Jun can take one look at you know and immediately know what’s up, though some of the other members might put two and two together as well if he's not trying too hard that day.

so! much! dirty talk!!! Joshua will talk about doing the most depraved shit to you, stuff that he doesn’t even necessarily plan on doing, just to see the reaction it gets out of you—and maybe sometimes your reactions put things on his itinerary that weren't there before. will talk about making you lick/grind on/cum on his shoes, making you piss yourself, sending pictures/videos of him fucking you to that guy who was flirting with you earlier that night, bending you over and spanking you in front of all his friends. he's also really good at hitting that sweet spot between making you feel precious and valued, but also degraded and used—you're just a toy for him to play with, but you're his favorite toy.

Joshua really loves the idea of cumming inside of you; even if the two of you aren't at a point where that's something you're doing, he'll talk about it nonstop. it's not so much a breeding kink for him, but about the power and trust and vulnerability that goes along with you letting him do that. he also gets super turned on by the thought of his cum dripping out of you, especially if you're walking around in public together—it just really feeds into his dominant, territorial impulses (although it could very easily become a breeding kink thing if you're into that.)

he also really loves it when you’re vulnerable to the point of being helpless—somnophilia, dollification, and drunk sex are all BIG kinks for him. there’s definitely a point where you’ve been drinking, the two of you are making out and it gets a little sloppy, and you’re so giggly and warm in his arms, and Joshua realizes you’re a little too drunk and he’s a little too into that; boy has to take a step back and unpack some shit about himself when that happens. somnophilia's probably his favorite indulgence; he loves how sweet you look tucked away in bed, loves feeling you respond to him while you're still asleep, loves seeing your eyes flutter open as you wake up to him already inside of you.

Shua’s definitely a forever-dom, but i see him being very into exploring different kinds of dynamics within the structure of him domming/you subbing—would definitely dabble in petplay and/or daddy kink if that's your thing. his default style is a mix of mean and cool and condescendingly sweet, but his mean/sweetness levels will adjust based on how you’re both feeling that day. on days you’re feeling particularly assertive or he’s feeling indulgent, he might even let you take the lead for a while.

he's kind of funny, i see him as being possessive, but also so self-assured in his possession of you that he just. doesn't really get jealous? like, Joshua will mark you up and make you walk around with his cum dripping out of you, but he doesn't care at all who you talk to or hang out with—why should he, when he knows no one can make you feel the way he does? that confidence also means he'd be really comfortable inviting someone else to join you; he'll joke about sharing you with his friends to fluster you, but if you actually seem interested, he'll start trying to figure out who your favorite is immediately.

Joshua's also super into aftercare, i think—he loves putting you back together almost as much as taking you apart. he learns everything you need/want and goes all out: runs a bath and gently scrubs you down, cooks or orders your favorite takeout, gathers up plushies and wraps you in blankets, puts on your favorite movie or show to cuddle up and fall asleep to. it really feeds into his desire to see you vulnerable for him, and knowing you rely on him to take care of you sparks something very protective and sweet in him. if you feel up to it, soft sex with Shua is definitely on the table during aftercare, too.

#joshua smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #had to move things around to hide some of the wilder stuff under the cut🙈#mail corner 📬#svt💎#cw breeding kink mention #cw somnophilia mention #cw urolagnia mention #cw omorashi mention #cw breeding kink #cw somnophilia #cw urolagnia #cw omorashi

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Yandere Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji Headcanons

Here they are! These headcanons talk about their individual yandere type but it is intended that they will share you in any situation because I can’t split them up :(. Anyway, here you are!!

AGAIN THESE ARE MY INTERPERTATIONS AND NONE OF THIS IS 100% ACCURATE OR CANON

Yandere Wei Wuxian Headcanons

These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don’t condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional and should be taken as such!

These are based on the drama and anime, still reading the novel y’all. Anyway, without further ado let’s get into it! Wei Wuxian is a very complex character and while these are separate headcanons, I still say this relationship should be poly because I really don’t wanna split those two up. I’d feel hella guilty. So in short, the yandere type I see him as is manipulative, possessive, clingy and overprotective.

Wei Wuxian is a character you could say I kin, his personality and mine are so in sync, very taunting and teasing but never too hard. Sacrificing ourselves for the greater good and for practically everyone and oddly enough being everyone's scapegoat. Anyway, enough trauma dumping but Wei Wuxian is someone who is VERY loyal to his family. Never faltering from his own beliefs even if people have different opinions about it. He’s a great character ngl.

He’d be overprotective. In this cruel world where corpses and untamed ghosts run free, you need to be protected at all costs. While they won’t mind any darling, they’d probably notice you a bit more if you were a cultivator since there would be more interactions. If you were just a normal individual who was not a cultivator but rather a villager, you’d have to belong to the Lan or Jiang Clan for more exposure. Regardless, at the start things turn south real quick. In the drama the Wen clan arrived and started trouble with literally EVERYONE. That scene was just so *CHEFS KISS*, they were all mad and Meng Yao (at the time) stood hella overprotective over Nie Huaisang and just GOSH. Shit had me trembling. Then we had the water ghost, then we had yin iron/tiger amulet, then we had more corpses, the tortoise of slaughter, the Jiang clan ELIMINATED, literally everyone ELIMINATED, like everything went south real fast. There is no doubt that Wei Wuxian would be very concerned for his S/O. If you were from the same sect he’d ensure that you’re with him or part of the group of him, Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Yanli. If you were from the Lan Clan he’d probably try to gather information from his adoptive father and through some connections to the outside cultivating world. He and Lan Wanji would without a doubt make the ultimate sacrifice or have their S/O stand back in safety while they dealt with the issue.

Possessive. You’re his and his only. Thinking back to that ONE SCENE, “If I, Wei Wuxian, want to kill someone, who can stop me? Who dares to stop me?” LIKE AJFRBSFHF THAT SCENE WAS SO FUCKING SICK AND FOR WHAT!? No but yeah he’d definitely make a mockery of someone who dares approach you and make them instantly regret it. If you’re in the group with Jiang Cheng and Yanli, then he’d make it as a way of simply looking after you. If you’re from a different clan, he’d make it so that they seem like they have bad intentions and he just noticed it quickly. The manipulation also plays into this. Now hear me out, while HE CAN be manipulative, doesn't mean he WILL all the time. I see it as a last resort or if you’re too stubborn to understand that he means well and the other’s don’t.

Clingy. Like hella. He’d more than likely always want to be by your side all the time. Again, if you’re part of the trio which is now a quartet with you, then he’d be by your side NONSTOP. This man would play it off as being bored and you’re the only entertaining person. If he isn’t there 25/8, then how will he protect you? How will others know that you’re his? You’re his lover? Lan Wangji’s lover? How will they know that they can’t do anything without him knowing if he isn’t the shadow behind you? Thing is, I see him and Lan Wangji as being the stalker type. Wangji can gather information or just stare at you from a distance whereas I see Wei Wuxian out here slipping through the shadows and staying behind you like 2 feet.

Yandere Lan Wangji Headcanons

These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don’t condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional and should be taken as such!

I see him as obsessive, possessive, overprotective, and stalker. I won’t side track and rather just get into it so that I can give SOME of them together. Overprotective. Like I mentioned in the WWX headcanons, he and WWX are such a great duo. Not only do they have the strength to back it up, but they also have the brains to strategize. He’s known as the Twin Jades of Lan, he’s got the talent y’all!! Following the Lan Clan’s principles and rules he’d be a lot more weary and make it known. As opposed to WWX who would probably go along and then act out, he’d make his intentions known asap, which is protecting you. When the Wen Clan is present and in Gusu, he’d probably advise you to be careful. Small comments and pieces of advice here and there. Maybe even asking one of the members of the clan to look after you. When going on night hunts he’d try not to make it too obvious but would try to hunt near you so make sure he can reach you in time if something happens. If you’re not a cultivator, he’d stop near your house. He’d probably say that he is here on a mission/night hunt and you’d believe him because why would he lie? Using that excuse, he’d examine the situation to make sure that you are safe and sound.

With that in mind, I see him being obsessive. While I haven’t finished the novel, one can tell his feelings for WWX. He waited and looked for him for 13 years yall, mf is OBSESSED. He had his favorite wine prepared and set aside for his return, he was waiting for him and keep in mind, he didn’t know if he was really coming back or if he was staying 6 feet under (in this case under a mf cliff-). His S/O and WWX mean the WORLD to him. He’d do anything. LWJ is observant so without a doubt he’d instantly know if something is up with his S/O. He’d memorize your facial expression and what they mean. How you present yourself, what you’re thinking, how you really feel. He’ll know, trust me. Being a stalker and all, he’d follow you around. In some situations he’ll be near, trust me. Something goes wrong on a night hunt and mf bichen coming at you full speed ahead. He’ll offer to walk you, go with you on night hunts, invite you out, etc. Of course WWX is there with y’all.

Possessive. Like with WWX, he’ll make sure that everyone knows you have him in your corner. While WWX is a bit more touchy in public, LWJ is there next to you or behind you. In some way he is near you, nobody will get close to you because he’d silently drag you away from them. The difference between WWX and LWJ is that WWX is more teasing/confrontational whereas LWJ is straightforward and silent. He’d drag you away when needed or tell you in his soothing voice, “[Reader], we are waited at Gusu.”

Between the two of them, I say that WWX is a bit more scary because to scare someone away he raises the spirits and murders them in the most gruesome way. LWJ would bring up something they did in their past to humiliate them and ‘warn’ their S/O when in reality they want to make their S/O uninterested with the individual they were conversing with. Together they are a strong duo who will without a doubt WORSHIP their S/O. They worship each other so you’ll be pampered no doubt. Constant praises, lingering kisses and touches. WWX and LWJ will love and spoil you to perfection.

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