#But this sounds entirely too much like the problems of having a sleeping dog on you

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

~ Bonded by a Ring | JJK

Pairing: CEO!husband!Jungkook x writer!fem!wife!Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, fluff, a bit of angst. (This is a light chapter tbh, I can't think of anymore triggering content. Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: We take a look at your life as Mrs. Jeon, wife of the rich heir to Jeon Enterprises, Jungkook. He was a handsome gentleman who you were able to call your husband yet the relationship between you both was entirely political and civil. Could feelings begin to sparkle between the cracks of marriage?

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: This was supposed to come out yesterday on Kook's birthday but I was busy and I couldn't edit it but here it is! I'll continue writing this small drabble series when I find the time while also working on other fics I hope to be able to publish soon.

Let me know your thoughts on this one in the comments, please! Drabbles are open for this au in case you want to request something my inbox is open!!💜

It was dark outside. Dusk had settled a while ago and your husband was still not home. You worried for him, for his health. He worked so much and rested too little.

You were sitting on the couch, your laptop rested atop your folded legs. Glancing at the clock you noticed how it was nearly midnight. You sighed. This was not new for you. For Jungkook to always come home late, seldom were those times in which he dined with you.

Rarely did you ever go to bed together as you often found yourself curled in the large mattress without him to keep you warm during the night.

You and Jungkook have been married for some months now. A marriage that was arranged by his parents. A marriage that was of advantage to you both for he needed to have a wife and an heir to inherit his family's company and you, well you needed his name.

As an author who had published her first novel, you became really popular in the world of words and books and you could thank it all to your husband's marketing team.

There was no love between you two. But you didn't hate him either. The relationship between you and Jungkook was a polite one, he was ever the gentleman with you and in exchange he obtained your respect.

You cared for him to a certain extent. You always made sure he never left for work on an empty stomach and had ready some light dinner for when he came home late. You always made sure his shirts were ironed and his shoes polished.

And in return, Jungkook always gave you anything you could possibly need. Do you have an appointment with your editor? He'd make sure his chauffeur would drive you there. Do you need some new clothes? You could always use his credit card. Do you want to get Bam a new toy? He’d made sure to bring you the best catalogues he could find for you to choose what to buy for the spoiled dog who had earned your heart too quickly.

It was a balanced relationship. He respected you, you respected him. Jungkook had his life, you had yours. But to the public, you both were a happily married couple. While inside closed doors, you treated each other as an old acquaintance of another lifetime.

Your attention got stolen by the sound of the electronic lock as the front door opened and in came Jungkook. Even from where you sat, you could see the tiredness in his body. The exhaustion.

You put the laptop aside before standing up and walking towards him. You took his coat from his hands and presented his slippers to him.

If Jungkook hadn't been that tired at that moment he'd have thanked you with a soft smile.

"I'm glad you're home, do you want to eat something? I can heat you up some dinner if you'd like?"

He let out a sigh, the stress, problems and frustration from work were getting on his nerves. And to even think that he had to go back tomorrow...

"No, I'm fine, (y/n). I just want to sleep."

You nodded, placing his coat in the hanger while putting his shoes in its place. The scent of his cologne invaded your senses and your touch lingered on the heavy robe he previously wore for longer than needed.

Your eyes followed his figure as he disappeared in one of the hallways and into the bedroom you both shared. You have never minded sharing a room with him, let alone the bed. The other two rooms in the large flat were transformed in your study while the other was his personal gym.

Walking back into the living room, you saved the draft of the story you had been working on for some time now before you powered off your laptop.

For a moment, your eyes lingered on the city lights. They looked so close yet so far at the same time. The large glass windows that reached from the floor up to the ceiling allowed you to see such a beautiful view.

You felt a sudden sense of loneliness wash over you. Something that felt strange in you, something you couldn't describe, let alone place its source.

With a sigh you turned around, your arms were hugging your figure as you approached the couch once more. You placed the laptop on the coffee table before walking towards the bedroom, turning the lights off on your way.

Jungkook was already lying down on his side of the bed, his back facing you. With quick and silent movements you approached the other side of the bed and sat down before getting yourself under the covers.

You assumed your husband was already asleep as deep breaths could be heard in the quietness of the place. You turned on your right side, facing his back as you shut your tired eyes after having been in front of a screen for too long.

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

Those whispered words reached you before you fell into your deep slumber. You mumbled the words back as you succumbed to the tiredness in your body.

"Goodnight, Jungkook."

Little were you aware of the fluttering in your husband's heart at your words. Of the small smile that graced his lips at the little attentions you always gave him. By the way you were slowly entering his heart without you having the slightest idea.

Jungkook was woken up by his noisy alarm and he cursed under his breath before turning the frustrating noise off. With a sigh he sat up, one of his hands ruffled his hair before he stood up and went to the bathroom as he needed to get ready to go to the company yet again.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Jungkook stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft noise that nearly echoed in the overly silent apartment.

"Bam, stop it. You already had breakfast."

He heard your voice from somewhere in his large home as the smell of coffee suddenly hit him. His feet carried him over the hallway and across the living room until he entered the kitchen that faced the dining area.

Jungkook saw how you had prepared a plate filled with fruit and some yoghurt as well as a cup of coffee. He couldn't help the smile that grew on his face, the moment itself was precious as if gotten out of one of the dramas he had caught you watching from time to time when you needed inspiration to write or to simply pass the time.

His stomach fluttered when you lifted your gaze from the large yet cute dog who stole your attention to look at your husband. A smile on your own was painted over your lips.

Time seemed to stop when your eyes met his, Jungkook didn't know for how long the both of you stayed like that. As if trapped in a loop of time of perfection. Almost like a real married couple did.

He broke eye contact and cleared his throat, as if snapping himself from some kind of spell. A spell only you conjure over me. The thought crossed his mind before he could stop it. Your smile disappeared from your face as you looked aside, your cheeks heating.

"Did... did you sleep well?"

You asked after a moment or two of silence. Even Bam stopped moving by your side as if somehow the canine felt the subtle tension rising in the kitchen.

"Yes, thank you."

Then it was awkward again. You didn't know what to say. He wasn't moving, neither were you. He didn't seem to want to lift his gaze as it was placed on the white floor beneath his feet. As if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"I made you some breakfast. It is not healthy for you to leave on an empty stomach, Jungkook."

He hummed, walking toward the stool before sitting down, his breakfast resting on the marble counter.

"I'm going to take a shower."

You excused yourself and left the kitchen, not allowing your husband to say anything as the next second you were already walking down the hallway.

A sigh left your lips as you leaned on the closed door of your shared bedroom. What just happened? You thought to yourself while pressing the back of your hands up to your cheeks to try and cool down the skin that felt suddenly too hot.

You decided a cold shower would help you clear your mind so you didn't waste another minute to grab your clothes and hop into the shower, allowing the cool water to run down your body and refresh your mind.

Jungkook sat at the stool, spoon in hand as he ate the last of his yoghurt. His cup of coffee was already half empty when you emerged from the bedroom, your hair was wet and you were wearing fresh clothes.

The scent of your shampoo hit him and there it was, the fluttering in his heart, the soft churning of his stomach.

He emptied the bowl with his breakfast and downed the remnants of his coffee before he stood up.

"I have to leave now."

Your hands picked up his bowl and cup as you placed them on the sink.

"Have a nice day, Jungkook."

He didn't know what was happening. Everyday you woke up and prepared some breakfast for him, sometimes he ate it at the flat other times he took it with him to eat it at the office.

Why was he feeling so strange right now when what you were doing was completely normal?

You turned to look at him with a warm smile over your lips, ignoring the way your heart sped up a little by the mere sight of him or the way you felt your palms begin to sweat due to the nerves of being with him in the same room.

He mirrored your smile and you swore you had seen Heaven. You loved his smile. You had always found it pretty. It suited him. Not that you had ever told him that but it was a thought you had had since you first met.

"Don't forget to have breakfast, (y/n). I'll try to come back a bit earlier today."

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the thought of him coming home at a decent hour from work.

"Oh, that's good. Have a nice day, then."

You mentally face-palmed yourself. You already wished him a good day, idiot! But he chuckled, walking away from the kitchen and toward the front door. You watched him like every other day, you watched him put his coat on as well as his shoes.

Jungkook turned around and smiled at you before he was out of the door, the soft click of the lock echoed so loudly in the now nearly empty flat.

You sighed, going back to the kitchen to prepare something to eat for yourself. Just like Jungkook told you. The promise of his early arrival set a smile on your lips once more. Wanting to be with him again, even when he had just left not even five minutes ago.

The reason for this new feeling? You didn't know. But you couldn't say you didn't like it either. Jungkook was your husband after all, it was only natural to want to be close and spend time with the person one marries, right?

"Jungkook, are you listening?"

His head turned to look at the side only to spot Jimin, one of his close friends and co-workers already looking at him with an expectant and curious expression over his delicate features.

"Sorry, what?"

Jimin sighed, a hand running through his blond hair.

"I was saying that we need to close the deal with Mr. Cha as soon as possible. It will help us increase our sales."

Jungkook let out a deep breath as his thumb kept clicking and clicking the pen that was in his grasp.

"I know. I'm sorry, hyung. I have a lot on my mind right now."

Jimin clicked his tongue as he put some files aside.

"Yeah, I figured. I'll ask Hoseok to look into this and bring you the contract for you to sign."

"Thanks, Jimin-ssi."

The latter smiled, more than smirked and said, his hands tangling in front of him over the table.

"Now tell me, what is bothering you?"

Jungkook knew his friend was going to ask that question sooner or later. He leaned back on his chair and said, fidgeting with the pen in between his fingers.

"It's (y/n)."

If Jungkook had been looking at his friend, he'd have seen how Jimin's eyes widened at the mention of your name. He had met you on a couple of occasions, one of them being your wedding with his younger friend, that's why he grew surprised when you were the centre of Jungkook's current state of mind.

"What happened? Did you two fight or something?"

The doe-eyed man shook his head, placing his pen on the table before his eyes locked with the curious gaze of one of his closest friends.

"What? No, I don't think I could ever fight with her."

Jimin hummed, allowing him to continue.

"It's just that... man I don't know. I can't sleep, I can barely eat. My mind is always racing with the mere idea of her. This morning I saw her smile and... I just thought of how beautiful she looked while smiling. I want to make her smile like that, you know? I want her to be happy and to smile at me like that everyday, Jimin."

There was a moment of silence between the two men. Seconds tickled by, the silence stretched. Nearly swallowing the younger man with his own thoughts and racing heart.

"What? Don't you have something to say, Jimin-ah? You are always teasing me and when I tell you something serious you stay quiet."

The blond haired man seemed to snap out of his own mind. The only thought in his head was the one of Finally!

"You like her."

Stated Jimin. There existed no ounce of hesitation in those three words.

"What?!"

Jimin rolled his eyes, if anyone had seen the scene they would have thought it to be comical.

"Shhh, don't shout like that. I simply said that you like her. You like (y/n), Kook."

Jungkook swallowed. The possibility hadn't even crossed his mind. Did he- did he truly have feelings for you?

"But how?"

Jimin refrained himself from smacking Jungkook on the back of his head. Perhaps they were both speaking as friends right now but the blond man had to remind himself that Jungkook was technically his boss too. At least his future boss.

"Jungkook, it's completely normal. She is your wife, she's been living with you for months now. It actually surprises me that this hadn't happened before considering your one year anniversary is in two weeks."

The heir to Jeon Enterprises was too stunned to speak. Jimin had revealed a reality his heart already knew but his mind rejected to accept for he couldn't deny his friend's statement. He liked you, he really did. And now, he saw his situation with way more clarity than before.

"What do I do now, Jimin? Should I tell her how I feel?"

The older man laughed a bit. His eyes closed with the motion.

"See? You didn't deny it! You really like her, huh?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, not liking the teasing from his friend.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Aish, you are totally clueless when it comes to romance, aren't you? Listen, Kook, first you have to know if she likes you back. Don't just open your heart where there could be a field of thorns, gift her things and see her reaction, do things for her and pay attention to her words, if she gets flustered or not. And if she doesn't show any signs, well then you have to win her heart."

Jungkook still had so many questions, so many things he wanted to know in order to act on the feelings his heart was treasuring. You were his wife, wasn't a marriage supposed to be sweet?

What he had with you wasn't bitter, but he found himself craving as of lately that sweet love of the heart.

He wished to be with you like a husband loves his wife, not only bounded by a ring but by sentiment too. To be tangled in the web of feelings that threatened to blossom in his heart with every thought of you, every single memory of you.

And he was going to do just that. To fight for your love. To win your heart or claim it if his name was already written in your soul for him to live in such a sacred place.

Bonded by rings, destined by fate. Claimed by society, yearning for a life by your side.

~Masterpost

Sept/02/2023

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 8

Phantom parents had shot him with a blaster and while it was unusual for them to actually get a hit in, it didn't actually hurt. In fact it kinda tickled for a moment before the sensation faded entirely.

Phantom just shrugged it off and evaded them for the rest of the day. Only to wake up the next morning with his entire room frozen with his own ice. Lifting his blanket off of him caused it to shatter, the same happened with anything else he interacted with. After leaving his room via a shattered door, he came to the kitchen to find it empty save for the ice everywhere.

A terrible thought hit him. Shouldn't his sister be awake by now?

Floating back up the stairs after they made an uneasy cracking sound from his weight, he called for Jazz from outside her room. His gut filled with dread when she didn't answer. He repeated himself over and over, growing louder each time and no longer caring if he woke his parents up too. Part of him knew they wouldn't wake. Not anymore.

Finally, with tears in his eyes, he broke her door like his own and saw his sister in her bed. She was the same silvery blue as the rest of the house and looking for all the world like she was simply sleeping. His parents were the same. He saw from where thier door was left open. He had killed his own family in his sleep.

Beginning to hyperventilate, he raced out the front door, not caring what he broke on his way out, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw what had happened outside.

Amity Park was frozen solid.

He saw a driver in a pickup with his face stuck in a look of terror directed at the ground. He saw a woman and her dog frozen in place where they must have tried to run.

The more he looked the more he realized it wasn't just his family. Tucker. Sam. Valerie. Everyone.

He transformed and flew around, darting from city to city in a wild state. It didn't matter where he went, everything was frozen. Everyone was dead. Part of him wanted to believe this was a dream. A sick nightmare of some sort. But he wasn't dreaming.

He had destroyed his entire world in less than five hours and didn't even remember doing it. Why didn't Clockwork stop him?! He froze (heh) in the sky, "Thats it! Clockwork!" He flew home from France as fast as he could and zoomed into the portal.

Clockwork wasn't much help though. Since Dan had forced that time medalian into Danny his core had slowly been absorbing it. So not only could Clockwork no longer rewind or undo anything Danny had done, he couldn't even see into his future anymore.

Dannys problems kept growing however as frost began to spread around him and turn into thick chunks of ice. Clockwork was force to attack Danny to make him flee in order to protect the timeliness he was too close to. Feeling hurt, guilty and betrayed Danny flew around the zone, gradually becoming less and less able to control his ice power until everything around him was white. The zone was in chaos as his ice spread everywhere with no sign of stopping.

Not knowing what to do, he floated backwards, watching in horror as his power consumed more people and unknowingly went through a portal. By the time he noticed it was too late and the ice was spreading in this world too and a massive snowstorm began building above him.

Danny wandered alone as Phantom for days, stealing what food and water he could from houses of ice. Silence, wind and snow became his only companions for weeks as he slowly explored the remains of this new world. Oh ancients. Had he destroyed two worlds?! He decided it should be only fitting he should be forced to wander this world for eternity as punishment.

Unbeknownst to him, the magic users of the DC world had banded together to create a force field that stopped his ice and storm from spreading any farther, but the death toll was already immeasurable. Batman stood at the edge of it in his white batsuit, wondering what kind of monster would do this.

----

Eventually the Justice League Dark infiltrated the icy landscape to find the source. The storm caused a total white out, the magic users found thier spells and whatnot failing more and more often and after a while they were separated from one another.

Batman was the one to find the source pinging on his radar and hurried towards it with a batarang at the ready. His plans changed pretty quickly when he saw the source was a sobbing child curled in the fetal position while leaning against a frozen tree. After startling the kid, Batman introduced himself. The kid didn't seem to recognize his name, but asked if he was real or not. Turns out the kid had been alone in the silence and whiteness long enough to begin hallucinating. Crap.

It took a while, but eventually Batman convinced "Phantom" that his suit would prevent him from being frozen by the kids powers and to let him pick him up and carry him around as they looked for a way out of the icelands. Phantom agreed to put on a power inhibiting collar and while it prevented him from freezing everything he touched and stopped the spreading of the ice, the storm above still raged.

Exiting the force field he met with his lost team and explained basically nothing about the boy that wasn't absolutely necessary. Danny knew it was to protect him, but...

The truth always comes out eventually. Still. It was probably best to keep quiet for now.

[princess-glassred]

Losers Club Minecraft Headcannons

Richie

Constantly hopping up and down with out any signs of stopping. He is literally unable of walking anywhere in minecraft, and he constantly crouches and uncrouches whenever he has to stand still. If he stops being stimulated for one moment he wants to punch things.

Had a serious tnt and flint and steel problem at one point, now it's a server rule to limit his tnt usage and keep it far away from everyone's base.

Built a lot of penis shaped buildings before the novelty wore off.

Basically just a minecraft parasite, never gathering materials of his own and just constantly going "is for me 👉🏻👈🏻🥺". Stan's not even sure he wants to play the game, just wants to hang out with them.

constantly decked out in gold armor until he realized how shitty it was.

names all his animals stupid shit because he knows it annoys the crap out of Eddie

Mic quality is ABYSMAL. he sounds like he's conversing with them from the marianas trench.

His frame rate is also pretty ass

Dies A LOT.

Minecraft skin is a creeper in suit

Ben

Very good at redstone and building houses, sometimes using Redstone to create really cool effects around his base.

Has been approached multiple times by Eddie literally BEGGING him to build him a secret space so Richie doesn't touch his shit.

He really likes the End but hates the Nether for some reason

has a collection of secret little redstone projects somewhere he won't let his friends see cause they're kinda personal.

Wrote poetry for Bev in one of those minecraft books then threw it in the ocean.

Master of the command block

Extensively checks the minecraft wiki

Trades with villagers the most out of everyone

Knows all the mods cause he's addicted to watching minecraft mod showcases

The only one who can figure out what the fuck education edition is

Minecraft skin is just a space texture

Eddie

-Constantly nervous about going caving or being out at night, he will start SPRINTING the second sundown hits

Utterly terrified of minecraft cave noises

Overfeeds himself all the time since the hunger bar makes him anxious

freaks out if he's under the water for even a second

Keeps his chests well organized but not nearly as much as Stan

One time Richie pranked him by telling him he better set his spawn point in the nether by sleeping and then the bed exploded, killing him. He's dreaded going to the nether ever since.

Plays minecraft the least since his mom doesn't want him on the computer too much

Spent his first night in minecraft cowering in a hole

In a weird fued with Richie where they only communicate through passive aggressive signs "Why would you keep your mom in a cage, Eddie?" "STAN FOR FUCKS SAKE BAN HIM".

Minecraft skin is literally just him, fanny pack and all

Bev

Simply adores doing little art projects on the server. She particularly loves pixel art but if she wants them to have cool effects she'll ask Ben for help red stoneing them sometimes.

Base is absolutely riddled with flowers, she really has an eye for that kinda stuff.

Really good at combat actually, especially when it comes to bows and arrows. She's had to go down and save Eddie and Richie from dying in the mines multiple times.

She fucking loves cherry wood, her whole house is cherry wood

Has like a million dogs with different colored collars

The queen of the dyes, everybody comes to her for dyes and bonemeal 24/7

Hosted a minecraft fashion show using armor stands and all the boys were surprisingly into it.

Minecraft skin in her in a white dress and flower crown

Bill

Whenever they wanna take a group screenshot he's the one to do it.

gave everyone a big rallying speech before they went into the end, only for Eddie to get glitched into a block and die right after

Very good at building mob spawners for some reason

Didn't even build his house, just went to a village and stole one of theirs

Richie dared him to write an entire novel in one of the minecraft books so he's ACTUALLY DOING IT

Loves his minecraft horse more than anything. Sometimes you can just find him riding that thing in a circle for funsies.

Always making sure to check on everyone's needs "B-bev you got enough f-fuh-food?" "Mike is your h-health good?" "Eddie is your p-pickaxe almost broken?"

Likes to type messages instead of talk since he's a little embarrassed by his stutter

The only person who knows about the poem Ben through in the ocean, he saw it but he's keepin quiet about it because it was awkward as fuck.

Minecraft skin is some random novel character nobody has ever heard of

Stan

The best at minecraft by far, and has beaten the game about a hundred times.

Ate a porkchop one time and everyone freaked the fuck out

Doing the most work out of everyone on this server

Punches Richie anytime he's gettin too rowdy

Has like a million safety things set in place around his base to protect himself from Richie's grubby little hands, including a moat.

He actually owns the server they're on, which makes Richie crack a lot of "Get off good christian jewish minecraft server!!" jokes.

The very first of the bunch to get Diamond armor, followed by Bill

Gear absolutely stacked with enchantments

Minecraft skin is just a much more detailed and higher quality version of the steve skin

Mike

Doesn't get to play often since his uncle makes him work

Because he doesn't enjoy killing animals for his uncle he's become the biggest animal lover in minecraft

He has EVERYTHING and he'd adopt a creeper if they'd let him

He has a chicken named Richie, a dog named Bill, a cow named Ben, a mooshroom named Beverly, a horse named Stan, and a sheep named Eddie.

He's also trying to do a vegan let's play cause he really really doesn't wanna hurt the cute little minecraft mobs. He really doesn't even wanna kill slimes.

New to video games in general so Stan is patiently and delicately guiding him through the step by step process.

Everyone's constantly losing track of where he is and then finding him again on like Bev's roof or inside a random hole.

One time everyone got hungry so in a panic he hid all his animals underneath his house.

Accidentally blew up one of Bev's projects and let Richie take the blame cause he was scared

Minecraft skin is default Steve, but Stan's working on a custom one for him.

Feel free to reblog/reply to this with some of your own i would love to hear em.

[qshara]

Why didn't anyone tell me there are new hot characters in Ikemen Vampire?!

Galileo Galilei (VA: Makoto Furukawa)

Same voice actor as Sherlock Holmes in Moriarty the Patriot omgggg

I am not going to lie. He looks like he has a very bad attitude, in the sense that you can be doing anything and he somehow knows how to do it a thousand times better and he's going to throw it in your face (even so, he doesn't say it with bad intentions???)

Please stop judging me with your eyes

It gives me vibes that he's a freak of order or doesn't like people touching his things or getting into his room/space/studio

Imagine being in a room with Galileo and Mozart. Both silent and in a bad mood (Dazai would say they are brothers in some way. I have no proof, but I don't doubt either)

It also gives me vibes his route will be an enemies to lovers

I think that even though he dislikes Leonardo's disorder, he is one of the characters with whom he gets along best

I'm not sure. A part of me tells me that Isaac could perhaps be a little Galileo simp

I DON'T CARE WHAT CYBIRD SAYS. I DON'T CARE IF THEY TELL ME THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS AND SLEEP TOGETHER. ARTHUR AND GALILEO GET ON BAD. THEY ARE DOG AND CAT. WATER AND OIL (definitely not because Galileo has the same voice actor as Sherlock and I kind of imagine him with a similar attitude)

Francis Drake (VA: Tasuku Hatanaka)

I'm not going to lie to you. I had to look up who the character was because his name didn't sound familiar to me

Bro is technically a pirate??? 🤨🤨🤨

HIS SMILE HIS SMILE BARK BARK

I really like his eyes...and his smile

What he says: "Haha you're so short. How is the weather underground?" What he thinks: "Omg she's so small she's adorable"

I think his route could be the same as enemies to lovers, but it started with a misunderstanding

Somehow I think he can be very nice to be around, unlike Galileo. Very chill, but at the same time worried about his things and space

Maybe he likes to drink. Could be a drinking partner for Arthur and Theo

If he doesn't have a pet parrot I want him to get mad every time someone asks if his pet is a parrot just because they think he's a pirate (Francis: Hey 😄 / MC: Are you a pirate? / Francis: 😠)

He gives me a vibe that he's always in a silly goofy mood, but that he can kill you if you bother him too much

The dynamic between the two is: I have to put up with my horrible roommate because I don't have money to buy my own home (comte, please adopt them)

They have matching clothes so they are married (and divorced at the same time)

Extra:

Francis: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."

Galileo: Opposite over hypotenuse

Galileo: Dipshit

-

Francis: Hopefully Galileo has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings

Galileo: Oh, shut up and die Francis

-

Galileo: I'm having problems with a guy...

Francis: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

-

[Francis is cleaning the house and he finds an empty bottle of orange juice]

Francis: Clear orange juice?

Francis: Oh, it's empty

Galileo, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot

-

[Galileo and Francis's house is on fire, but they don't know it]

Galileo: Damn, it's hot in here

Francis: I know, it's so hot there's smoke coming out of the vent!

Galileo: ...

Galileo: First of all, I'm assuming you have no idea what the problem with that statement is

Francis: What?

Galileo: Second of all, we need to get the fuck out of here, NOW

-

[After being defeated by the mansion's friendship power]

Galileo: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way

Francis: I almost died

Galileo: That... was my favorite memory

[holdontwstistakingovermymind]

Polyam!MC Skipping School

When u date all the boys, you have to deal with all of their reactions to you skipping class 🥴

MC stayed home after staying up late. They don't respond when called or texted. Cue school wide *panic* because this entire fucking school is filled to the brim with drama queens.

Hope this is okay. I'm really ehsbxheisx8 about this one!!

Heartslabyul

Despite having perhaps the most classes with you, neither Deuce or Ace are going to notice you missing.

In fact, practically no one you share the first half of the day will until around lunch, when Trey points it out.

(^He makes lunch for you when he had the time and when he doesn't, he'll sometimes use his signature spell just to see you smile. So, it's easy for him to notice you aren't there.)

This is when you receive a million text messages at once. Rip you.

Deuce is most frantic. Probably sends you videos as if that would solve the problem if something did happen.

Ace and Deuce fighting over calling you "The call won't go through because you're calling, get off!" "No you get off!"

^^ They both fail to realize at least six other people are calling you rn.

Cater is the only one who just goes over to your house.

His signature spell is very helpful sometimes.

He doesn't get there first (Malleus and his dorm are a little faster. Same goes for Savanaclaw) but he does basically film the whole experience for his socials.

The final post in his story is definitely a picture of you sleeping with the caption "Found them!" Before you are immediate dog piled by several men.

Later on you will receive a scolding from Riddle for not telling anyone what you were doing and not having your phone on sound.

Ace is just pissed you didn't ask him to join.

Savanaclaw

If Leona isn't with you, than he sure as hell has no idea where you are.

He has a hard time keeping track of people sometimes, and typically just relies on you to take care of yourself.

Imagine his surprise when he gets a frantic flurry of messages from his dorm mates and several others saying you aren't at school and no one is able to contact you.

Well, shit.

He expected someone to know something.

You're dating three people from his dorm alone. How does everyone lose track of one human?

Jack goes to find out while Ruggie basically harasses everyone for information.

Leona just waits until he hears anything before making his next move.

(He's like 90% sure you're fine, but that stupid 10% keeps him from falling back to sleep)

They'll all yell at you when they get the chance.

Well, yell as in scold with as much effort they can muster.

Jack definitely is going to be on guard for the next week. Leona might be as well, but Ruggie is much more forgiving. This is probably related to their more animalistic traits tbh.

Octavinelle

They know you aren't at school pretty early on, but don't really assume anything of it.

Not until someone texts them that you aren't responding, then Azul enters full panic mode.

Floyd and Jade aren't nearly as concerned but they like watching the man loose his cool a bit.

(^Plus Floyd gets out of their next class to go to your dorm. Probably won't come back to class afterwards. You've emotionally damaged him MC ((Not really he just doesn't want to go back)))

Azul will definitely rant about you giving him a heart attack. He's a big baby.

Jade thankfully tells him to go to bed at some point.

Scarabia

Kalim flips into panic mode within seconds.

Jamil has to keep him from abandoning the rest of the school day.

Kalim will send you the most messages out of everyone. Videos mostly composed of him staring into the camera and telling you to pick up the phone!!

Jamil just sends you one text then spends the rest of the day trying to stop Kalim from draining his battery.

Tomorrow they'll both be following you like hawks.

Pomefiore

Ugh

Keeping track of you is a chore to Vil, one that causes him too much stress to be good for his skin.

(^Pick up your damn phone before he gets a wrinkle!!)

Rook will go searching for you the minute Vil looses his patience.

(Epel might join but he probably isn't that worried. Honestly, he could just be incredibly annoyed that both his dorm mates are such drama queens)

Rook spends the next hour sitting with Lilia as the rest of the fae dorm recovers from full meltdown mode.

Vil demands compensation for the potential grey hairs you might have caused.

Epel wishes he was in a different dorm ffs.

Ignihyde

Dumbass Idia probably doesn't even know what happened until the next day.

But in the scenario that he does read the panicked Heartslabyul text, he probably isn't going to worry too much. He barely responds to texts himself.

Which is why Ortho probably doesn't bother filling him in since it's such a low chance you're actually in danger.

You should be thankful. One less to worry about.

Diasomnia

Worst dorm to just disappear on.

Fae always jump to bad conclusions for some reason.

Lilia is at least a little chill, and perhaps that's the only thing keep the group together.

Sebek think you've been stolen or something.

(Apparently dating Malleus makes you a hot commodity.)

Silver probably is incredibly worried but feels like he's basically repeating the usual runaround for Malleus. Except instead of missing fae royalty, it's you.

Thankfully they're smart enough to look in the most likely place you'd be.

Lilia just laughs when they find you.

^Reminds everyone not to wake you even if they're on the edge of doing so.

Do they listen? For a little while, but eventually you'll get woken to the crowd in your room, and a very concerned Malleus asking if you're okay.

[notroosterbradshaw]

Could you do a fluffy rooster Drabble where rooster and the reader adopt a Aussie puppy? Like oozing fluff 🥰 if you’re not able to then no worries 🤗 thanks and enjoy your weekend!

Aussies are my one of my favourites, so an Aussie you shall get!

“Rooster, something wildly unimaginable has happened,” you announced, walking into his music room. He looked up, pick between his teeth and frowned as your phone was thrust into his face. Hazel eyes focussing, he saw the Instagram logo and wasn’t as concerned.

“What influencer died?” He asked, returning back to his tuning.

“What?” You asked, confused. “It’s a puppy,” you showed him again, pointing. “Her name is Betsy!”

“Ahh,” he looked again, a bit miffed. “Cute.”

“Rooster!” You exclaimed. “Did you read the handle? Did you read the wordy bit?”

He sighed, placing his guitar in the case and giving you his attention. He took the pick and tossed it in there too. “Cliff’s Notes?”

“Pup for adoption in SD. It’s an Aussie Shepherd. They don’t just become adoptable. They’re bred. You don’t just trip over one at the pound,” you explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Okay,” he shrugged. And it hit him. “No.”

“Rooster!” You were aghast. “You won’t even go look?”

“I fly out next week.”

“I don’t.”

Oh. He pursed his lips. “You’re going to be lonely,” he realised. “You’ve never mentioned a pet before.”

True. “Yeah, I haven’t,” you admitted. “But look how cute,” you showed him the photo again and he took it a little more seriously this time. It was a good-looking puppy.

“Why would someone hand in a dog like this?”

“I dunno. Maybe a bit of a problem child for the past owner. They’re very intelligent.”

“Problem child? I’m familiar,” he teased.

Your eyes bugged. “You’re not even going to entertain this, are you?”

“A puppy is a lot,” he said softly as you put the phone in his face again, and you knew he was actually reading this time, looking at the little pup. “I don’t doubt you will be a great dog mom. I just can’t help you when I’m gone. You work long hours too. It wouldn’t be fair.”

Sighing, you knew he was right. Argh. You really hated that and left silently. Rooster’s shoulders slumped, hating that he’d disappointed you. But it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing. You’d come around.

You didn’t a day later. Or the day after that. And Rooster found himself doing one thing he never assumed.

“Baby?” Rooster called as you walked in from work. You hummed in reply, exhausted after hours of running kids’ swimming lessons. He smiled, greeting you from the living room. “How was your day?”

“I’m so tired,” you admitted. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Okay,” he said.

The sound of a yip came from the kitchen. Eyes raw from chlorine, you squinted at Rooster. “What was that?”

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Didn’t hear any - “

YIP! Yip, yip!

“That was a dog!” You accused him, pushing past him, into the kitchen seeing the pup, about 10-11 weeks old, sitting timidly. You were a new face but she yipped again. “Hi, Betsy,” you got to your knees as Rooster wandered back in and gave you a small smile. “Oh, my God!”

“Surprise?” Rooster said quietly.

“Surprised,” you confirmed, giving him a wide grin. “How did you do this?”

“You were right, she was a bit too much work for her last owner. But the adoption place said she should start puppy training asap, we sleep her in a crate, which I gotta admit, I’m not entirely sold on,” he paused as she bounded over to him and he picked her up. “I had to do this questionnaire about why I’d be a great, and I quote “dog dad”,” he said in air quotes as he stood and brought her to you. “But apparently I passed with flying colours.”

“You went in your flight suit, didn’t you?” You figured, letting Betsy sniff you and finally, she started licking you.

“Yeah, got no shame,” Rooster admitted, cheeks flushing. “There were 54 applicants to get her. We have a cooling-off period if we want to return her - “

“No!” You exclaimed, watching man and pup. And gee, it was sexy.

“Of course not. She’s had all her shots to now. They made no secret that it will be hard and that we will have to be patient. You think we can still do this?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, oh my word. She is gorgeous.”

“I got a lead, bowl,” he pointed to the pink metal bowl. “Then went to the pet superstore - a fucking superstore for pet shop. Blew my mind. So she has puppy food, chew toys - “

“You had the time of your life, didn’t you?” You said as Rooster blushed and held Betsy out to you. He nodded. “Not all my ideas are terrible,” you said and Betsy kicked your nose.

“Wanna take her for a walk?” He asked. “I’ve been waiting until you got home.”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed and moved over to cuddle him. “This is amazing, thank you, Bradley.”

“We got this.”

ASKS OPEN - REQUEST A WEEKEND DRABBLE!

[cherrifire]

[Treebark week] Day 7 - Past

[Martyn] Statement of Ren Diggity Dog and Martyn InTheLittleWood, regarding their shared domain. Statement taken directly from subjects erm- it was July 22nd, 2022 before the world went to hell. Audio recording by former Archivist, Martyn.

(Takes place after day 5 but before day 6)

Word count: 2022

[Click]

(Barking from a small dog)

[Ren] What is it, Obi?

(Pause)

Uhh... Martyn! Martyn, there's a problem!

[Martyn] (Distant) What? What's wrong?

(Footsteps)

[Ren] Would you rather I tell you or drop it in your hands?

[Martyn] If it's anything like the last thing you put in my hands, no thanks. Not a huge fan of fangs in my cookies Ren Dog.

[Ren] (Laughter) Dude, I couldn't see them! Sunglasses, remember?

[Martyn] Don't lie to me, Ren. You knew exactly what you were doing.

[Ren] No matter, you're getting distracted! Here, just- just listen.

(Silence filled by the gentle sound of a tape recorder turning)

(There's static for only a moment)

[Martyn] Is that...

[Ren] Yeah...

[Martyn] I hate these things...

[Ren] Should we give it a statement?

[Martyn] Oh man, it's been a while since I've done that. I don't know Ren...

[Ren] Maybe it'll help. Especially since you can't give me nightmares about it anymore. The recorder wouldn't be here if it wasn't important, right?

[Martyn] I guess so... I don't think my connection to The Eye is strong enough to compel so if you start to ramble like you always do, it's not my fault.

[Ren] (Laughter) That's fine, dude. Now say your archivist words.

[Martyn] Oh geez, you're really putting me on the spot- alright.

Statement of Ren Diggity Dog and Martyn InTheLittleWood, regarding their shared domain. Statement taken directly from subjects erm- it was July 22nd, 2022 before the world went to hell. Audio recording by former Archivist, Martyn.

[Ren] Shall I start?

[Martyn] If you want.

[Ren(Statement)]

When I woke up the day everything changed, I couldn't see anything.

At first, I thought you were just doing something in the other room so I wasn't scared. I never am. Whatever you do with The Dark is not really my business. So I just ignored it, and tried to go back to sleep. I heard creeks in the floor and distant screaming in the hall but that was pretty normal for your rituals. Nothing I hadn't slept through before.

I did find it strange that it was happening in what would have been early morning. You would think for an entity called "The Dark" I expected to only see you do that stuff in the dead of midnight. But I wasn't going to question it. Not when your circumstance was so... unique.

I hadn't realized something was wrong until I started to get this strange sense crawling up the back of my neck. A familiar shiver. It was the same feeling I used to get when you were head archivist. When you would listen to every detail, observing.

It shocked me to my very core, pulling me out of my bed to look for answers. Something was very wrong and I wasn't just going to sit there and let it happen. On the way through the hall, I tripped on pretty much everything in our apartment. It's really annoying how much junk you leave on the floor, y'know? Despite the mess, I found your room eventually.

I don't know how to explain it, but your room felt darker somehow. The entire place was engulfed in a pitch black but your room... it wasn't just blocking out the light. Your room was absorbing and extinguishing it.

I called your name into the empty room but you weren't there.

In that moment, I was hoping that if I couldn't find you, I could at least find whatever was making me feel like your ghost was haunting me. Because I knew it was you. Or at least related to you? The bizarre mix of darkness and watching was just too similar to be anything else. So I started looking through your things.

And for the record, Martyn has the messiest room I've ever had the displeasure of searching through. Even if there was something I could have found in there, I don't think I could have in the void we like to call Martyn's room. I tripped on discarded laundry, ritual junk he just refuses to put away, and a ton of anime books he can't even read anymore!

[Martyn] First of all, it's called manga.

[Ren] Whatever it is, you need to clean it off your floor!

[Martyn] And for the record, I bought them before I lost my eyesight so I don't see the issue. Pun intended.

[Ren] For the record, I'm rolling my eyes.

[Martyn] For the record, you're getting off-topic. You can complain about my organizational skills once The Eye- or whoever is sending these tapes- is satisfied with our statement.

[Ren] Well, if I must continue I'll do it... for the record.

[Martyn] (Laugh) Get on with it.

[Ren] (Laugh) Alright, Someone’s impatient.

I didn't find anything. But the longer I searched, the terror itching under my skin started to grow stronger. At some point, I stopped looking for whatever was causing the darkness and instead started looking for you. Or well, any sign to tell me where you went. Or that you were still alive. It took a while, but I found a single piece of long fabric I immediately recognized as your bandana. 

Now, I know you hate it when I use my abilities to track you down. Something about really hating feeling like prey. But in my defence, I hate being left in the dark and I was really starting to panic. You never go out without your bandana. So I thought it might have been a cry for help. Something you left behind for me to find and use to hunt you down.

In some cases, I'm glad you left it. Though, in the moment, I was pretty peeved I had to find my way out of our apartment completely blind.

[Martyn] Oh no, how tragic for you.

[Ren] I’m choosing to Ignore Martyn's sarcasm.

The darkness stretched out into the complex hallways and stairways. I swear if I closed my eyes, nothing would change. It was all black anyway. Keeping a hand on the wall and walking slowly helped keep me on a steady and calm path. Yet, I felt something sink into the pit of my stomach when I reached the stairs. The anxiety of falling down with no one around to hear was creeping into my mind. But it was nothing compared to the ever-growing terror of losing someone special to me. So I pressed on.

[Martyn] Aww, Ren, that's really sweet of you to say to me.

[Ren] I was talking about Obi, dude.

[Martyn] I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.

[Ren] Your thing is literally listening!

[Martyn] Do you hear that Obi? I think it's the sound of a huge liar.

[Ren] Said the biggest liar on the planet.

[Martyn] How dare you-

[Ren] How dare you interrupt my statement, again.

[Martyn] For your information, it's actually our statement. Not just yours.

[Ren] Then why don't you tell the friendly tape where you'd been when the freaking apocalypse started, hm? I'm sure you'd love that.

[Martyn] Actually- it's okay, please continue.

[Ren] Thank you.

Climbing down the stairs was rather stressful but otherwise simple and easy. I was worried for a moment that they might go forever. That I had been the unlucky guy to get stuck with at least 3 entities messing with him at once.

But I could feel The Hunt dragging me closer to the mark. The target's scent danced in the air and I felt their fear along with it. At that point, I had forgotten who the target was and just found myself getting lost in the adrenaline of another hunt. Something more familiar to drag me out of the dark.

A foolish part of me expected it to be brighter once I stepped outside. I wanted to feel the sun on my face and in my fur. But when I desperately busted out of the apartment complex, all I felt was the taste of something rotten in the air slowly getting closer and choking itself in my lungs. The sound of a howling wind without an actual breeze to accompany it.

When I stared up into the sky, it stared back.

But I found you. In the middle of the street, staring straight into the pupil of it. You were trapped in some sort of trance, speaking into the sky as if the eye was listening to you. You just kept talking. Words about misery and destruction spilling out of your mouth, unending.

When you stopped, you silently slipped a pair of sunglasses onto my face and everything returned to normal. At least, it looked normal. I had trouble adjusting to the light of the sun at first. But our street looked the same as it always had. The sky was actually quite beautiful.

You said something about everything being okay before taking me back to our apartment.

I still don't... I still don't understand what happened. Or what is happening. I still feel like I'm being watched. A shiver constantly on the back of my neck. I've just been... trying to ignore it.

(Static)

[Martyn(Statement)]

The Archivist calls it The Age of the Beholding. I call it The End of All.

An entire change to reality itself along with all who inhabit it and brings nothing but inevitable destruction. A playground and slaughterhouse for those we can not comprehend. Listen close to the howls of agony on the breeze and helplessly behold as people crawl and scrape and dig for an ounce of freedom.

But of course, you can't see it, can you?

There's no need to survive here as whatever watches over our suffering ensures we don't die. Not really. Some may find themselves lucky, placed within a domain where it comes to an end, as all things do. But not us. We, among most others, will be kept alive to be feasted on within our domains. Our fear fuelling their ever-expanding hunger.

But what's there to be afraid of? I have you and you have me. There's laughter and joy within our walls so there's no need to look beyond the curtains. It's safe here, of course.

I moved hell and Earth to protect my partner. A pair of sunglasses keeping him blissfully ignorant of the world outside. Unaware our gardens are made of blood and bone. Our home is shrouded in the black of night today but I keep it at bay. He'll never know what crawls under our floorboards and in our walls.

But he knows I'm hiding something from him.

"It's better this way," I say.

Neither of us can see the amalgamation of our abilities stalking the halls. A monster of our own creation, our predator. The shadowy hulk hunting the both of us but in turn can't see us either. But I know you hear it too. It snarls and growls deep in what we pretend is night. Feel it breathing heavily down on the back of your head.

Yet we ignore it. Keep your eyes closed and discard them. I couldn't stop the apocalypse so pay it no mind. I can't fix the world so let me keep the one we made.

This is what comfort feels like, right? Or perhaps it's just been long since either of us has felt a sense of true Solace. The fear of losing what we've made, of losing each other, is ever-present. Preventing us from ever feeling truly at ease. It's only a matter of time.

After all, this is our domain. We are both the creators and it's only prisoners.

(Static fades)

[Ren] Martyn? You there my dude?

[Martyn] I'm... I'm sorry, what happened?

[Ren] What happened is you scared the living heck out of me!

[Martyn] Oh geez, did I space out again?

[Ren] Yes! Started talking non-stop and I couldn't pull you out of it.

[Martyn] I'm sorry man, if I could stop it, I would.

(pause)

You still can't hear a word I'm saying when I do that, right?

[Ren] Not a word. It's incredibly creepy, dude.

[Martyn] That's good. It's better this way.

[Click]

[bokatan]

6. "Shit. I'm in love with them (her)." and/or 8."Definitely not. Doesn't sound like me." from the dialogue responses prompts for sweetjane x reed? Hier sind keksen.

I cannot, for the life of me, find the actual prompt that this one's from. anyways! set after this one and shortly before this one; just a few little drabbles about Reed’s post-faux breakup activities. Sweetjane, who’s only mentioned in this one, belongs to @bleumanouche

Reed can’t sleep despite his bone-deep exhaustion. Margot refuses to settle down; all he can hear is panting, nails clicking on the metal flooring and the occasional soft whine as she paces around the small room. He finally snaps at her when she starts scratching at the door. He doesn’t know what her problem is but-

No, that’s a lie. He knows what her problem is. He should’ve seen it coming- the settlement was barely out of their line of sight when Margot looked back the first time, as if she were looking for someone she thought would be there. She continued to do it their entire trek back to the airport. The shepherd’s agitation grew as they continued on and it just escalated when the two returned to Reed’s quarters for the night. Now, the dog in question won’t stop pawing at Reed’s arm while he feigns sleep.

As if Reed doesn’t already feel guilty enough, seeing his best friend frantically searching like this just amplifies it.

A few minutes pass before Reed feels a cold nose bump against his arm again. He sighs and makes room for her, then pats the bed a few times. Margot jumps up and circles twice before she lays down next to Reed.

“I’m sorry girl. I know you miss her too, but it’s for the best.” He says softly, then buries a hand in her rough coat. She sighs heavily and rolls onto her side, back facing him. Even though he knows she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he feels like she doesn’t believe him.

It’s going to be a long night. ____________________________________________

“Is there a problem with your orders, Paladin?”

Reed cringes. “My rifle’s been destroyed and I haven’t been able to get a suitable replacement. I won’t be able to complete this mission exactly as you’ve ordered, but if you’re willing to be lenient-”

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about this?”

“I thought I’d be able to replace it quickly and I wasn’t expecting to be given a field assignment already.”

The older man scowls. “I see. That’s disappointing. In that case, I expect you to report back to Knight-Sergeant Gavil for reassignment. You’re dismissed.”

Reed hesitates, debating on if it’s worth it to argue the decision. As much as he hated working under Kells, he never got field assignments- it’s the last thing he would’ve expected after returning to the Prydwen only a week ago.

The older man cocks an eyebrow, as if he’s expecting a rebuttal.

“Understood.” __________________________________________

The earthy smell of ginseng had started to mix with the salty coastal breeze from the open windows on the far side of the kitchen. Two old teacups sit on the worn counter while Mercy carefully pours tea into them. She takes both cups and walks into the front room, Reed following closely behind.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a long-term placement for Dez? I thought you were still up at that old farm with Sweetjane.” Mercy asked after settling down on the worn couch next to Reed. She offers him one of the teacups and sets her own down on the table next to her.

“Yeah, I’ve been on that one for a while.” Reed replied coolly. “I’m on leave right now. It’s quiet enough there- we barely have to do anything, they’ll be fine for a bit without me.”

Mercy’s eyes narrow as she picks up on his uncomfortable shift in posture. “What happened between you two?”

Reed glanced at her nervously. “Nothing happened. There were just some complications, I guess you could say. I’ve been meaning to tell Dez to send someone else to replace me but haven’t gotten to it yet.” He takes a sip of the tea, then grimaces. “This is disgusting, by the way.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Mercy takes one of Reed’s hands in hers. “Cy, tell me what happened.”

“I just needed to get away for a bit. We …haven’t been explicitly platonic during this placement. It was just supposed to be casual, something to do during downtime or if one of us couldn’t sleep. You know how it is.” His eyes meet hers momentarily and she strokes the back of his hand with her thumb. A muscle in his jaw twitches.

“You panicked and left,” It was more of a statement than an actual question. Reed nods hesitantly.

“Yeah. It was just- too much. It was quiet, she was still asleep, one of those mornings y’know? Except I got in my head instead of enjoying it.” Reed pauses. “Shit, I think I’m in love with her.”

“I see. Did you tell her that? Or at least tell her where you were going?”

“No, why would I?”

“Running from her isn’t how you should handle that. I know you’re aware of that.”

“I know. I fucked up. She didn’t deserve that.”

“You’re right, she didn’t.”

“I know- trust me, I know. I’m not even sure where to go from here. I left my rifle there too- I can’t just not have that, but I doubt she even still has it. She’s probably sold it and moved on with her life by now.” Reed nervously runs a hand through his hair. The nervous tremor doesn’t go unnoticed.

Mercy frowns at that. “Wait- how long has it been?”

“...About three weeks now, give or take a few days.” Reed replies hesitantly.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” Mercy swears under her breath when Reed doesn’t respond. “You ran away from her three weeks ago and you’re just now trying to find a solution for it. Is that correct?” Reed nods. “You know she’s likely reported you as dead by now, right? You went MIA on her for three weeks and left your only valuable possession with her. There’s no way she hasn’t reported you as dead yet. What the fuck do you think is going to happen now when you go back to HQ after they get that report?”

“That’s not my only valuable object,” Reed objects. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d be able to help- you know her, and you’re better at handling these things than I am.”

“You’re going to fix this. I’m not letting you treat her like this, she at least deserves an apology and some closure.” Mercy lets go of Reed’s hand and takes a sip of her tea, then shoots a look back at him. “Go get your shit packed, we are going to go back to her so you can apologize.”

“You don’t need to go with me-”

“This isn’t up for debate. I need to make sure she’s okay, and I need to make sure that you don’t do anything else to hurt her. Honestly, you should be grateful that I like you enough to even want you around at this point.”

Reed flinches at that. “You care about her too, don’t you.”

Mercy scowls. “This isn’t about me. You fucked up and apparently need supervision to actually fix it.”

“What am I even supposed to tell her? ‘Sorry, I panicked at 6AM and ran away, no hard feelings’? I can’t tell her why, that’s going to ruin our friendship.”

“You’ve probably already ruined it as it is. She deserves the truth- at least tell her it wasn’t anything she did.”

Reed sighs. “Fine. I know you’re right.”

“I was serious about you packing your bags, by the way,” Mercy takes another sip of her tea. “It’s only a few hours’ ride there. We should be able to make it there before dark if we leave soon.”

[fandomcrazy6226]

Liveblogging Dracula Daily - May 5

Brought to you on May 7 because tech week is k i l l i n g me

I'm actually skipping my 7th period class cause I was gonna take a nap and I may still do that but I'm gonna get through these two posts first, cause technically I'm already late on the May 5 catchup. Whoopsie. Anyway, there'll be two posts today, more or less back-to-back, so enjoy the double feature!

Ooh, we're finally getting to the castle! More sleeping problems, trust me that's very relatable atm. I'm so exhausted after rehearsal every night and then it's impossible to actually fall asleep when I get home.

OK that 'robber steak' actually sounds really good. Love me some bacon.

"A name meaning 'word-bearer'"... huh? Like they call the door by a name? They call him a name? That structure is a bit confusing.

Oh joy, Satan, hell, witch, and *gasp* vampire! Hmm... something tells me this Count won't be the most transparent about these rumors. (Also as someone who watched the Sam and Colby video where they went to Dracula's Castle I wonder if there's a reason "strigoi" wasn't listed here. I do see "stregoica" though, which does look similar)

I think this is where someone who knew nothing about Dracula would definitely figure out something is wrong. Like, the last chapter with the old woman and the innkeeper suddenly not speaking German were definitely a tip-off but an entire crowd of people doing a gesture to ward off the evil eye? Yeah that's a big ol' flashing red light

Honestly I'd get super emotional too if a huge crowd of people I didn't even know did some kind of big protective gesture for me. Also, I'm sorry, the driver's pants are how big??

Again, the way this scenery is described is just so beautiful. And I definitely appreciate the translations here otherwise I'd spend way too much time on Google Translate

Okay... this driver seems odd. "The dogs are too vicious to walk", sure, thanks for the warning. "You'll probably have enough problems tonight", um. Get off my lawn you creepy thing with huge pants. And now I feel bad for the horses.

Okay they're going real fast now, and the other people are offering Jonathan gifts? Strange... but alright then. Oh and they're also doing the evil-eye-protection thing. Yeah does Jonathan realize he's probably walking into a blanket-fort-sized red flag with this trip yet?

Wait, what? What does he mean "not expected"? Are they really gonna take him all the way back to the inn and make him wait for however long just to bring him back? What the hell?

Ummmmmm red eyes you say? And black horses? And hiding his face? Is this a disguise? And the red lips and sharp teeth, yeah calling it now this guy is actually Dracula.

OK as someone who doesn't drink, why would the brandy help? Like is is just a courage thing? Or maybe for sleep?

Oh, midnight, all the evil things come out at midnight. According to the old lady from before, I think. Good thing he's got that cross, and like a million villagers helping him out.

Hm... methinks this driver has superstrength and can talk to animals. Wouldn't you guess what two more vampire powers are?

Is he... are they following a Will-o-Wisp? Is that was the blue flame is? Cause the popping around magical blue fire floating in the air sounds a lot like a Will-o-Wisp

OK that sounds terrifying, surrounded by wolves. But hey, I'm pretty sure wild wolves don't actually attack humans, since humans aren't prey. Or at least that's what Wild Kratts taught me. OK Google is backing me up here. I think wolves are generally pretty chill with humans, although the horses would definitely have a reason to freak out, considering wolves can take down moose.

Oh, so the driver basically waves his arms and the wolves go away? Not suspicious at all...

Oh jeez, this just keeps on going. Hang on, how much is left of this entry? OK I shouldn't have to split the chapter. I'm just gonna keep going, hopefully I'm done before the bell rings.

Um, no, Jonathan, I don't think this is a common occurrence for most realtors. Aww, Mina mention again! Oh, this poor boy seriously needs to sleep. (Me too, buddy)

That's definitely a perfectly normal way to invite someone in. "Enter freely and of your own will" Hand of a dead man hmmmmmmmm?

Ha! Even he thinks it's the driver.

I assume Mr. Hawkins is his boss? And that's a really sweet thing to say. Mmmmm chimcken. I'm very hungry the lunch at my school is not great on Tuesdays, especially when it's flavorless pasta with flavorless tomato sauce. Like somehow the lack of flavor is it's own flavor.

Hair on palms isn't actually... possible. The only two places your body doesn't grow hair at all are your palms and the soles of your feet. So that's extra strange.

This chapter definitely makes things a lot more tense, and I'm very excited to see how that build in the next one!

[sonderwrit]

C103: Date

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

You can't be a couple without going on at least one date!

[Wang Yi's Lesson on Shipping]

SIGN: Teaching and instruction included, Easy and Inexpensive

Wang Yi: No…

Wang Yi: Why does this make me sound like some expert!

[1. BE USELESS. If the other party can do it, don't do it yourself. Even if they can't, don't budge.]

WY: Go take that experimental subject (actually yourself) and chop it to bits.

X: Yesyesyes.

WY: (Sigh, can't believe this, why am I suddenly "in a relationship"?) [at a loss]

X Slime: (You have high standards*)

* this isn't exactly right but the pun is lost on me lol

[2. STICK TOGETHER. Entrances, exits, sleeping, waking.]

[Diagram: "Dog food*"]

* Chinese slang for lovey dovey scenes

[3. CARE FOR AND LOVE EACH OTHER. Even for the little things.]

[Group meeting]

X: You got some on your face.

WY: Un.

Scientists: (Something dirty entered the research hall.)

[4. SHOW OFF YOUR LOVE TO "BYSTANDERS"]

X: Speaking of which, doesn't this place resemble an aquarium? [I've seen it on the Internet.]

WY: Tch, there's a big difference, you country bumpkin.

(Acting begins)

WY: (You didn't go to an aquarium in your free time before?) [Including his previous 2 lives]

X: (No, I was circling around you the entire time.)

X: Mm, I did come from the countryside, so I haven't seen much of society.

X: Maybe I'll have to trouble Dr. Wang—to teach his junior more about these things.

WY: Urk…

WY: Tsk, what's so great about that place? Waste of time.

WY: But a good-for-nothing like you really is an eyesore.

WY: Since I haven't left the lab in awhile to pick up supplies, come with me to town during the next break day to carry my things. 

X: !

WY: (Although he has his previous memories, human society should still feel fresh for X who's been locked up in a glass case all this time, right?)

X: Are we getting ready to…go out?

WY: Obviously.

WY: Don't complain about being tired when it's time.

X: No way, I wanna go! Does this count…as a date?

WY: W-what date?!

WY: Scram! You're so unprofessional all the time, be careful I don't fire you!

X: Haha~ But it's so similar.

WY: Let's go already!

X: Yes.

Merman: ?

Merman: (Date… Aquarium…?)

Merman: (Is this what humans do to show their love?)

—

WY: (Although I agreed to associate with him, I really don't understand a thing!)

WY: …….

WY: Last time I went out seemed to be 5 years ago. The business district's completely changed… (The equipment stores I liked are all gone.)

WY: (What are lovers supposed to do again? Even though we're together, it doesn't feel any different than before.)

X: Um, what about just strolling around casually?

Girl 1: Hey, look there, so handsome.

Girl 2: Right? So tall too, but why's he wearing a white lab coat?

Girl: Maybe he's a doctor?

WY: …..

WY: (I really can't just let him wear lab clothes.) [It's too attention-grabbing.]

WY: Fine, come with me.

X: ?

X: (Where our skin touches…is very warm.)

X: (It feels as comfortable as the segment of my body…within him.)

X: (But—)

X: (It's not enough at all.)

???: Hurry and drink this, or else…

???: Or else I can't find you again.

X: (I…)

X: (I can't retrace the same path again.)

X: (Huh?)

X: (Why did I say, "retrace the same path"?)

—

Shwaaa (door opens)

Shopkeeper: Uwahh~

Shopkeeper: This gentleman has such good proportions.

WY: ….

Shopkeeper: He's like a professional model!

WY: Hmph. It's such a random jumble. Too ugly, change him.

Shopkeeper: No problem, next outfit it is!

Shwahhh

WY: ….

WY: (This, this outfit seems to suit Apocalypse!Qin a lot.)

WY: (Tch, what am I thinking!)

WY: No good, next one.

Shopkeeper: Okay then.

Shopkeeper: I see you don't look half bad either. How about I find a matching outfit so you two can be a pair?

WY: Urk…!

WY: Forget about me.

Shopkeeper: Come on~

X: ?

Shopkeeper: Come on, come on~

WY: Wang Yi.

WY: ?

WY: !

WY: ….

—

[Movie Poster: Oscar Award Romance Film Nominee, 2023—]

X: That person…no matter how I look at her, it's the female version of the merman, right?

WY: Those two slipped out of the lab ahead of time? (Why?)

X: Hm. The merman seems able to shapeshift a pair of legs, but he's not so great at walking.

X: What do we do?

X: Follow them?

[floofhips]

I had a friend whose aunt lived in a house that had so many weird things happening inside it that she actually ended up breaking the lease early because it became too much for her. It was a really nice house too, it had a chandelier in front of this huge staircase and it had been renovated so it was all shiny and new (we actually drove up to look at it one time, and I guess new people are living there now which I am SO curious about. It basically looks like a normal moderately big house.) Her aunt said it was surprisingly cheap for all that it was though (wonder why!) and when she broke the lease, the guy was super grumpy about it and kept asking her why and saying how the house is new and there's no problems blah blah. Kind of like how people who know something is wrong will make a big fuss to pretend like they had no idea. She did end up getting her security deposit back though, and we think its because the guy didn't want her telling everyone about it.

I know I didn't actually say any of the stuff I heard happened in the house, but there was a Lot of stuff ranging from hearing people arguing in the kitchen with plates crashing and cabinets slamming (they even called the cops the second night because they thought maybe the previous tenants forgot they didn't live there anymore or some drunk people broke in and the dispatcher also heard it over the phone!) but when they went to check, it stopped very abruptly and there wasn't anything moved or out of place. This was apparently one of the first incidents, and she thought maybe it had been coming from the neighbors house instead but it happened a couple more times and each time it sounded like it was happening inside the house. Even the neighbors knocked one night to ask if everything was okay. AND she was living with her son, daughter, and her dog and they could ALL hear it, so it wasn't just her. And this was the first thing! Other shit happened too, like her dog wouldn't leave this one spot and would face the wall and tremble and would literally howl if she tried to get her into the kitchen. She'd also have to sort of drag/push her into the house bc she never wanted to go inside. Then the son said he'd rather live with dad because he didn't like it over there, and the daughter started saying she was talking to people in her room and had asked them to go away. Oh! One of the creepiest ones was that one of the last nights the son stayed there, in order to make it more enticing the mom let him have friends sleep over and in the morning one of the friends complained that the younger daughter kept trying to shake him awake and talk to him- but she hadn't even been there bc she had left to spend the night with the dad, so the plan to make the son feel more comfortable ended up backfiring bc he was extra freaked out after that. Then the attic windows blew out- all of them, and they were freshly renovated thick victorian windows and the entire frame had been blown inward. The straw on the camel's back though (and i guess the aunt had trouble actually recounting this part bc her voice got shaky and she still looked so upset about it, which sucks but also I'm glad my friend asked her bc this next one is terrifying and fascinating) was the attic door- which was one of those doors that you had to push open from the bottom and was also made of this thick, heavy wood. She heard her dog growling and barking like crazy on the second floor (which was already weird) and when she went to investigate, the attic door was repeatedly slamming itself open and closed. And like mentioned, the way it was designed meant it would have to be LIFTED and then slammed, and the door was heavy so wind wouldn't cut it and also this hadn't happened before. I guess that was when the aunt refused to live there anymore and didn't even stay the rest of the night, leaving to stay at her sister's (my friend's mom) and then had other people get her stuff because she didn't want to go back. Completely wack! It sounded terrifying. Like, I can sit here and be removed from it and think wow that's so crazy and fascinating, but the aunt said it was one of the worst things she'd felt/seen/heard in her life and that even just thinking about it makes her start to tear up. At this point I 100% believe there's strange stuff in the world, and I'm so glad that I haven't had to experience anything on that level firsthand. It sounds so scary.

oh my gosh this sounds INSANE.. im sorry your fam went through that :(

thank you for sharing!!

[scriveyner]

chase forever down 28/31

chase forever down | 28/31 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 / sskk | #smarch 🔞| ~2600 words

Atsushi sat upright with his back against one of the few undamaged pillars, his arm over Akutagawa’s shoulders as he lay against him. Akutagawa was sleeping, head on Atsushi’s shoulder, and Atsushi’s ear was trained on his every breath, every gentle rise and fall of his chest. It was the Most Important Thing right now and he didn’t really care about anything else going on around him.

Continue on AO3 or:

Aslanov clearly had no subordinates because there was no further fighting. Just Dazai and Chuuya arguing softly in the distance while Chuuya bandaged up Reina. Eventually, though, Chuuya came to sit with them. He brought Atsushi some water that he didn’t think he wanted until he opened it and drained the entire bottle in several large gulps. It actually cleared his head a little and made him feel more like himself.

“What happened to Aslanov?” Atsushi asked because after Akutagawa fed from him and passed out, he realized there was just calamitous silence. “Where is she?”

Chuuya folded his arms and sighed. “You don’t want to know.”

Atsushi swallowed and looked down at the top of Akutagawa’s head. He set his jaw. “I do want to know,” he said, quiet and determined. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with the information just yet, but….

“You fucking ate her vile ass,” Reina said, wobbling over on a makeshift crutch. “Tore that bitch to shreds, it was incredible. I’ve never—” she realized Chuuya was glaring at her and making a cut-it-out motion, and she shrugged with the shoulder not employing a crutch. “Well. You took care of a major problem for me, at least.”

He stared into the distance for a long moment, eyes hard, and searching for even a shred of remorse. “Good,” he finally said, vehemently, and squeezed Akutagawa’s shoulder.

Chuuya gave Atsushi a sidelong look. “I may not know you that well,” he said, “but that really doesn’t sound like you, kid.”

“I don’t care.” Atsushi wouldn’t meet Chuuya’s eye. Throughout his life he had lost and lost and lost, and now when he finally gained he nearly lost again. Atsushi was beginning to realize that he would do some pretty horrible things to protect the people he loved. If he thought about it too much, it terrified him.

Losing Akutagawa terrified him more.

Dazai was the last to join them, having disappeared into what were apparently offices and living quarters on the far side of the warehouse. When he reappeared, he scooted over in a wheeled office chair liberated from one of said offices.

He’d rolled right through where the rain poured in from one of the many new holes the roof was sporting, so his hair and bandages were damp. Dazai looked just the same as normal now, no longer the pale shade of a creature he had been when Atsushi first stepped foot in the building. Atsushi watched him sail by on the wheeled office chair without expression.

Don’t swallow.

Atsushi licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Dazai-san,” he said. “Why…why did this work? I thought vampire blood was poison to another vampire.”

Dazai scooted back the way he’d come with exaggerated leg movements before rolling to a stop. He tilted his head, looking over at Akutagawa’s still form, and kept his face very carefully neutral. There was something behind his usually warm brown eyes that Atsushi rarely saw.

“Akutagawa-kun is a very young vampire,” Dazai said. “As his sire, my blood can still nourish and heal him.” He was silent again and then exhaled. “Make no mistake, though, it still shouldn’t have worked the way it did. And yet, it did work. Because of you.”

“Because of me?”

“Your tiger, more precisely.” Dazai pointed at Atsushi’s chest. “Your blood is in his belly, and your tiger’s healing ability with it. It tried its best to keep his body intact, and it did, long enough for my blood to get inside and do what was needed.” He shook his head a little. “It’s incredible because it really should not have worked.”

“They’re blood-bonded,” Reina said, and Dazai looked over at her, and then back to them.

“Yes,” he said. “They are two parts of a whole, now. Stronger than any I’ve seen, just this quickly too.” He propped his elbow on the back of the chair, putting his chin in his hand, and Atsushi felt pinned by his eyes again, scrutinized on an uncomfortable level. Then Dazai closed his eyes and grinned, and said in a sing-song voice, “just like us, Chu~uya~!”

“We are not fucking blood-bonded,” Chuuya said. “If you try to put your blood anywhere near me, I am hammering a stake through your eyes and into the floor, and setting you on fire for good measure.”

Dazai very clearly pouted, but Atsushi ignored him, looking down again at Akutagawa, feeling his heart beating in sync with his own. “So, what did Aslanov really want with you, Dazai-san? If she’d actually meant to kill you, she could have at any point before we got here.”

“Ah,” Dazai said. He waved his hand dismissively. “One of the Children of Judas needed me for some weird and nefarious as yet unexplained scheme. That about sums it up nicely, I think?”

“Dazai,” Chuuya said quietly. “If you don’t tell them, I will.”

Dazai’s somewhat-lighthearted expression shifted again, settling back into that same careful neutral. He met Chuuya’s eye for a long moment and then glanced at Reina before settling on Atsushi. “Atsushi-kun,” he said. “Akutagawa-kun is my kin. I sired him when he was near death, to save his life.” Atsushi remained quiet because he knew this much already. “But not only for that reason.”

He tilted his head, eyes shifting from warm brown to a glittering red. Now, in the gloom outside of the shipping crate, Atsushi could see it was an even more vivid red than Akutagawa’s, Dazai’s eyes like fresh-spilled blood. “I sired him so that he would one day kill my sire.”

“Why?” Atsushi asked.

Reina sat down heavily, and drew his attention, although Dazai did not look away from him. “A vampire cannot kill their own sire,” she said, staring directly at Dazai. “So you made your own kin, specifically to do so.” The expression on her face kept changing, eyes wide as she put together the pieces in front of Atsushi, who had so few of them himself. “But, if you’re a scion…” her eyes landed on Akutagawa. “He killed a pureblood?”

Dazai remained quiet.

“Someone really needs to explain this pureblood shit to me, because I keep hearing about it and no one tells me anything,” Atsushi said sharply.

“A pureblood,” Chuuya looked over at Dazai, who seemed content to let Chuuya take this, “is a vampire that was turned by the progenitor. The father of all vampires. They are the most powerful and oldest of vampires. Scions, like this shithead,” he kicked the wheelbase of Dazai’s chair, which made it turn slowly, rotating Dazai away from them, “were turned directly by a pureblood. Any vampire created by a scion on down are just normal, run-of-the-mill vampires.”

“Unless,” Dazai said, still no longer facing them, “they kill a pureblood. Then they inherit some of the pureblood’s power.” He scooted his feet on the floor, turning his seat back to face them.

Atsushi stared at Dazai. “So, Akutagawa isn’t a normal vampire?” Normal vampire would have been an oxymoron in his life a year ago, but he was long past that at this point.

“Nope!” Dazai’s voice was cheerful. “Not even a little bit normal, but you,” he pointed at Atsushi, “are not normal either, Atsushi-kun. Which is why you were so able to easily blood-bond with a pureblood-queller.”

It was all too much information, and Atsushi was achingly, unendingly tired. His head was throbbing right behind his eyes but he resisted dearly the urge to rub that spot. “Why do any of this, then?”

Dazai folded his arms over the back of the chair, leaning forward slightly. “Because, Atsushi-kun,” he said, grin as sharp as nails, eyes glowing again. “I’m going to kill the progenitor.”

=====

Akutagawa slept deeply. He didn’t wake when Atsushi carried him home on his back, nor when Atsushi stripped him and tucked him into their bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress for a while, watching Akutagawa sleep, his body slowly restoring itself.

There was a scar on his neck, all the way around. It was an angry red, but not as big as it had been. Atsushi swallowed hard and brushed his fingers over it, then closed his fist, nails biting into his palm. He’d nearly lost Akutagawa, and for what? Dazai’s feud with some elder vampire?

Akutagawa slept for nearly three whole days, waking only occasionally to feed off Atsushi, barely conscious of what he was doing. Atsushi let him do so with abandon, draining him to the point he was almost too light-headed to walk straight, although as soon as Akutagawa fed he would drop right back into the deepest of sleep.

Atsushi stayed by his side the entire time, ignoring his phone and knocks at the door. Chuuya barged in once, just to make certain they were alive, and he nearly had his own head knocked off for his trouble by startling Atsushi awake. Chuuya left groceries in the kitchen and quickly left them be.

Dazai had very much not told them why the Children of Judas were involved, and Atsushi hadn’t even realized until much later. It bothered him, as a lot of things did, but he let it be, keeping vigil by Akutagawa’s side on the off chance he woke and needed to feed.

On the eve of the fourth day he woke to a hand around his throat and a snarling mouth full of fangs in his face—which, after a moment, became a gentle caress and a deep, impassioned kiss.

Akutagawa drew back, staring down at Atsushi like he’d never seen anything like him before. Atsushi took Akutagawa’s face in both hands, pulling him down into another kiss, and another after that. “I missed you,” Atsushi said into his mouth, tears running down his face. “I thought I lost you, Ryuunosuke, I was so afraid, I thought—”

“Shh,” Akutagawa said and kissed him again.

Atsushi wanted, so much, right there in that moment and it was all held in his arms. There was so little separation between them, warm body on warm body, Akutagawa’s skin sliding against his own; hazy and out of his head Atsushi couldn’t even tell where he ended and Akutagawa began. Maybe it didn’t matter.

Akutagawa on his lap, back arched, hips moving languidly, back and forth; the two of them on their sides, Atsushi’s leg slung up over Akutagawa’s thigh, skin and face burning, panting little hitched breaths into the sweat sliding down the back of Akutagawa’s neck; Atsushi on his back, legs wrapped around the small of Akutagawa’s back, hands above his head and gripping the headboard so tight he distantly heard it crack…

Akutagawa’s mouth on his, crushed together, fangs and teeth and metal, the entire universe between them collapsed into something small, brilliant, infinitely dense, and threatening to burn them both to ash.

Atsushi found his anchor and was never, ever going to let it go.

=====

Akutagawa sat at the kitchen table while Atsushi made a valiant attempt at cooking. It wasn’t going well. Akutagawa stared at the blackened meat, clearly attempting to judge if it was worth saying anything or not, and Atsushi sighed. “Sorry,” he said. “I can go get some take-out or something if you prefer. I just…haven’t gotten used to the burners on your stove.”

“Oh, it’s the stove’s fault, huh,” Akutagawa said.

Atsushi nodded vigorously, and Akutagawa snorted before smiling fondly at the food laid out in front of him. Atsushi had done his best to make a decent repast, and when he looked up at Atsushi gratefully for a moment Atsushi saw a hint of the person he might have been without any of the terrible things that had happened to him. Atsushi smiled back.

They bathed together, and Akutagawa even deigned to let Atsushi wash his hair for him, as well as scrub his back. They rinsed and got into the tub together; there was barely enough room for them both but they sat opposite each other, water splashing out over the side.

Akutagawa pulled his knees to his chest, watching Atsushi for a while. “I died,” he said, finally. “Didn’t I?”

Atsushi swallowed and nodded, because of all places he didn’t expect to have this conversation in the bath. “Yes. Aslanov….” He trailed off, didn’t want to relive it even by speaking it. “Dazai-san saved you.”

“No,” Akutagawa said softly, “he didn’t.”

“It was his blood—”

“Atsushi, he was giving his blood to you.”

Atsushi shook his head sharply. “He wasn’t. He even told me not to swallow, and that you wouldn’t take it from him…” Now there was a seed of doubt, planted. Atsushi looked away, considering this, it didn’t make any sense. “He wasn’t,” he repeated, trying to convince himself as much as Akutagawa.

“What happened with Aslanov?”

Atsushi kept his gaze fixed on the side of the tub, watching the water splash gently over the edge. “Dazai-san told me everything,” he said. “About the progenitor and the purebloods and what you did.”

It was a successful derailment. Akutagawa stared at him levelly. “You already knew.”

“I knew you killed Dazai-san’s sire,” Atsushi said. “I didn’t know anything else about it.” He hugged his own knees to his chest defensively.

Akutagawa’s mouth barely twitched. “And…?”

“And what. It doesn’t change anything between us. We’re…” Atsushi knew his cheeks were cooked pink by the water, but still felt like his face flushed even darker. “We’re soulmates. It’ll take a lot more than you killing someone to make me walk away, at this point.” He paused to reflect on this. “That’s not a challenge, by the way. I would very much prefer you refrain from killing anyone unless they’re trying to kill you first.”

Akutagawa cocked his head. “And did you kill Aslanov?”

Caught, Atsushi looked away again. “My tiger did.”

“You did.”

He nodded.

Akutagawa took in a deep, long breath. Then he leaned forward, toward Atsushi, putting his palms on Atsushi’s knees. “I’m only going to say this once,” he said, “so I want you to listen very carefully.”

Atsushi looked at him.

“Thank you.”

Atsushi continued to stare at him as he settled back into the water. “Seriously?”

“Weretiger, you killed someone for me. My only regret is that I didn’t get to witness it myself.” He smiled. “I would suck your dick right now if you wanted.”

Atsushi folded his arms and looked away. “Can we not glorify it, please? It was my tiger, not me. There was no conscious thought involved that I’m aware. I don’t even remember it happening.” Fractured light, emotions so enormous he could no longer contain them…

“That only makes me happier. The vaunted weretiger goes feral and destroys a werewolf. For me.” Akutagawa looked very pleased as he settled fully back, bumping his knees into Atsushi’s. “How will your ADA fellows take that, I wonder?”

“With any luck, they won’t have to find out about it at all,” Atsushi said with a sigh.

Akutagawa raised his eyebrow, but Atsushi wouldn’t meet his eye. “Weretiger,” he said again, nudging his leg. This drew Atsushi’s gaze. “You chose to save my life,” Akutagawa said. “Thank you.”

“I thought you said you were only going to say it once?”

“You always seem to be the exception to everything,” Akutagawa closed his eyes, arms folded, but was smiling. “Might as well include this, as well.”

<< Chapter 27 || Start || Chapter 29 >>

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Homesick Masterlist

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Most of all, he misses Duke.

The scruffy little mess of a dog is his best friend, the only person who really knows all his secrets. The soft fluff of his fur is the world’s best comfort, always there for Calum to run his fingers through when he’s stressed out. His tiny beating heart calms Calum’s in a way that nothing else on this earth can. His grumpy old man grumbles can pull a laugh from Calum’s chest even at his worst moments.

Leaving Duke behind when he goes on tour is the hardest thing he has to do.

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~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Or the fic where Michael gets homesick and Calum comes in to save the day =)

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Summary: And even though he didn’t want to admit it, he knew what the real problem was. It lay deep, deep in his chest, in a secret crevice of his heart that not a soul besides his knew about, not his mom, not Michael or Luke, and not even Ashton.

Calum was homesick.

I Wanna Sleep Next To You... (ao3) - milecgv michael/calum, bryana/ashton T, 54k

Summary: Calum gets the opportunity to live out his dreams in New York City but it proves too much for him, and on a lonely night he ends up calling the professional cuddle service he swore he'd never call.

Smile for me babe (ao3) - Directioner_Jcats_5sosfam michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: Luke his homesick and sad, and Michael makes him smile

stick together (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 1k

Summary: When Ashton comes home one night and finds Luke upset due to homesickness, he steps in to comfort him.

Stupid Kitten Songs (ao3) - rollercoastar michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: @Michael5SOS: Someone come and rub my tummy and sing me songs about kittens. @Luke5SOS: @Michael5SOS I will

Or, Michael has a shitty day but in the end it's all okay because Luke sings him songs about kittens and rubs his tummy

you should know i'll be there for you (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: The world is too big for him. Everyone wants him to be Ashton Irwin, drummer, singer, songwriter, musician, and Ashton is fucking losing himself. What happened to Ashton Irwin, older brother? When's the last time Ashton was good at that?

[bleachcakes]

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Into the Fog, Following You

Fanfic Chapter Excerpt - Read in Full on Ao3

Jackie is a delinquent just out of Highschool who decides to do something big as his final fuck you to the small town he hates. But when things go wrong he flees to the woods, only to find himself in this new and strange realm where death is endless. The Entity’s world.

New and clueless—he was never the sharpest tool in the shed—, he asks a strange masked man for help in his first trial. How was Frank supposed to know a little fun with a naive new survivor would turn into something no one’s seen before.

A/N—Writing all of this entirely as something to do before bed, please don’t overestimate how logical this plot will be. I'm just a silly guy writing to silly people. I’ll keep adding tags as it goes on.

(Current) Entire Fic Word Count: 31,861

(Current) Number of Chapters: 12

Chapter Word Count: 829

Pairing: Male Oc (Jackie) / Frank Morrison Dead By Daylight

Fic Warnings: Canon typical graphic Depictions of Violence, gore, and death.  Chapter 1 [You Took My Hand (But I want it Back)]

Excerpt: 

Deep mist surrounded him, pulling him in, calling to him. He stumbled towards it, searching for safety from the barking dogs and shouting people that were on his heels. Take me away, get me out of here, he asked it, and it answered with a hug. He grasped at the black mist, the sounds of his pursuers getting quieter and far off but he still did not stop, latching onto the spidery limbs that closed around him. Then he felt like he was slipping and the world seemed to be sideways yet the view stayed the same. Unable to see anything but darkness, he could not tell if his eyes were open or closed. He started to regret his plea, maybe he had been too hasty, maybe he should have looked for sanctuary elsewhere first.

A dull warmth kissed his cheek, Jackie slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times, trying to clear the blurriness that always hovered over his eyes. He felt sick, like he had been spinning around on a merry-go-round for hours on end in his sleep. There was gentle patting on his back and the hushed sounds of whispering that sounded muddy in his ears. 

“What the fuck,” he choked out, pushing his arms underneath him to sit up. The hushed whispers got more excited and he rubbed at his eyes trying to clear the bleariness from them. 

“You’re awake,” Jackie heard someone say, lifting his head to come face to face with another guy. They looked like some rando office worker and were staring at him with concern.

Jackie squinted, rubbing his eyes again, trying to figure out if his vision problems had suddenly doubled since he last had his eyes open. But the man was still there, crouched in front of him. Surveying the space with a quick few glances he also noticed many other people, some looking at him, others too engrossed in their conversations. “You’re not the police…”

Jackie started to try and piece together what happened and how he possibly ended up near all these strangers who did not look like they fit together. But as soon as he started backtracking through his mind the guy in front of him started taking again. 

“Hey, I know you must be really confused right now, we’ll explain everything. Or… at least as much as we know, so don’t worry-“ He was cut off. Jackie pressed a hand against the side of their face, gently pushing their head to the side to get them to stop talking.

“Shut up,” he muttered just as limply, brows furrowing together in thought, “I'm thinking…” he immediately drowned out the following protests. Jackie’s mind reeled as hard as his stomach was, chewing on his lip as he tried to remember a scene that was on the edge of his vision but escaping him all the same. 

Then, he started to get it. Whispers that mimicked him but didn’t sound quite like his own voice filled his head. Police chasing. His escape into her arms. His new home. His new nightmare. 

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Season 11, Episode 18: Hell's Angel

Interesting

Spooky

Crowley!

A Hand of God, I suppose

Too late to turn back

Oh, that's the deal. The Hand for an annulment

Nice

God didn't have anything to do with it

Yikes

Why didn't he just poof out?

That was unnecessary

On the phone with the Winchesters?

Dean doesn't dance

But entirely valid

Uh oh

Back to the plot

Interesting

Does she know who she's working with?

I guess so

Oh yeah, how did she survive?

That's ridiculously powerful, and I'm sure it will never be mentioned again

Indeed

Ew

Nice, Sam

And he truly means a dog

Obviously

Well, get to it faster

Presumably

They're familiar with the game

Well that's a given. What else?

That's helpful

What the heck is that?

Oh boy

Yeah, the irony is real

Yikes

That really sounds like Lucifer. It's uncanny

Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night

No.

Where's the problem in that?

That's horrifying

COVID truthing

That's bold

Like that's better?

They're slow

Again.

Probably

No thank you

And he's the only weapon they have against Amara

Yeah, that was funny

Aim the nuke, then get rid of it

It's not even Jimmy anymore

There is... So much to unpack here. He's Cas? The Zorro mask? Yikes

Cas is family.

This is season 9 all over again

Yikes

Power

Rowena wouldn't mind that, I think

The question of the hour

I don't think so

She's overacting

He who hesitates, disintegrates!

This is just weird

Um.

What was that about disintegration?

Why is he smiling?

Dean can sense her

No, I don't think so

Yeah...

Good to know

That wasn't a bad mood, that was a good one

Bigger fish

That won't fly

She's freaked

But the Winchesters are right!

Rowena?

Nice

This'll be good

Oh yeah. Me too

There we go

Dude. It's a horn

Unfortunately

On the wrong side

Yeah

Literally summoning the Devil. What has the world come to

Here we go

Not exactly

Indeed

Nope

Oh. He used Cas' full name. I Do Not Like That

Cas!

This is not good

It almost worked

Not even remotely

Oh, I don't like that

Oh no

He's gonna pull the Gadreel trick

Are they in the bunker?

Oh, Cas...

The bunny ears!

Cas...

Cas, come on!

Yes!

You think???

I am so glad he's back in Nick mode

Poor fake!Jimmy is stretched to the limit

There's not much they can do

Cas, please!

Oh no

This won't end well

Come on, Cas!

There's Crowley, what about Lucifer?

Oh no

Cas...

Protect the horn

...could Cas use it to expel him?

What is he doing?

Amara?

Yeah

It won't work

That's really not good

She's going to end him

He's not there yet

What did she do?

Cas???

Dean is not okay

Obviously it didn't work

Maybe

I guess so

No.

There it is

That's what Rowena said

Yikes

Don't push

I don't think so

What about Cas?

[elevatormusic]

my first reactions with zero context: mr. cinderella 2 ep 1

bá vinh still looks so good

crying he’s wearing the exact same clothes as last season. does he not own anything else😭

already being cheesy baby

he is kinky

he said i’m about to get me a younger doctor

wait are they drinking milk with spaghetti?

he said you smell

he has such nice hair

so not the guy? or were the translations off? yes this guy

the sound is making me so mad

ipad?? huh?

it’s clearly a cactus why ask

what tf is happening? he just told him to give him his cactus?

just go buy one yourself??

bro?? you’re a grown ass man do it yourself tf

don’t you dare become a pushover again i stg

no you’re not

why do they have a fish tank in a bar?

wait coffee😭 why did i think that was a bar

wait no that’s def alcohol in the front okay

lmaooo his face me too

crying obsessed with him

i mean sure but dung doesn’t own much

nope baby girl not him

miss maam

do ppl in relationships have to be with them 24/7 now??

crying love to see it

what you mean he went to far?? all he did was kiss you

bro even i don’t believe you’ll turn ppl down

okay someone explain the cucumber joke to me

who now

wait i thought this doctor was gonna be the problem? do we have more? i gotta go back and watch the trailer

that’s such a weird thing to say

who cares?? not every surgery is the same lmao

why is he singing stop

are we really hiding things after everything that happened

men shower so weirdly

whomst?

oh lmao it’s khoa what tf is that hair

is that juice?

what is that laugh😭

this is a dream right why is his ex a murderer

baby boy who is gonna react like that just from being a pig

well a different monster

my dog makes that exact noise with her teeth too

just need to go back to sleep? i envy those that don’t have insomnia

“guess” yo what makes you think he’d ever guess him getting murdered by your ex

why would you want to have sex after that dream????

oh wait are they actually married? is it recognized in vietnam? (i did look it up)

i think it’s very obvious what it is

who tf is thanh

the suspicious look this man has lmao

that is the walk of a man that was never planning on helping

he knows

he’s so cute shopping

why’s this man standing there like that lmaoo

there’s no way you didn’t see this man. sir pay attention to your surroundings

the murderer’s here

wait is this not his ex???? oh my god

huhhhhhhh why’s he so angry

man this dudes entire family is toxic

why is he speaking thai what tf is this

that is not what that means

oh absolutely not

oh we’re doing this again no thank you

are you really judging him for being an orphan

khoa.

he doesn’t “want to be” he already is

adults? who else are you talking to tf?

come on now we saw what happened last time

new murderer unlocked

why is he struggling to open that gate lmao

HUH so yes ex?

wait what

what the fuck

what the fuck times two