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[proseka-colourpicked-flags]

hihi!! coukd you do honami or nene as the xenogender flag? ^^ also, im curious as to what the flags in your pfp are if you don't mind me asking :)

The flags are girlspike and boyspike !! (more specifically this flag) ^^

Xenogender flags colourpicked from Honami and Nene!!

* ver. w/out symbol under the cut ^^ *

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part four

summary: all the stars aligned, and it was you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.9k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: this is your reminder to reblog and comment on fics you like!! it helps us writers out a TON the girlies who get it get it. thanks!!

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"I just have to ask you a few questions... is that okay?" Coriolanus asks, sitting across from you at the small table you find yourself chained to.

"Please." You nod, grinning at him. You were so tired, the bags under your eyes were evidence enough of that. Screw getting you food- Coryo is worried if you don't sleep you'll be all but useless in the games, even if all he needs you to do is run and hide.

"It's just so people can get to know you a bit better. Okay, so..." He looks down at the sheet in front of him, tapping the pencil against the table as he tries to focus on reading. "First, nice and easy, what is your full name?"

"Y/N M/N L/N."

"Great... Okay, and where are you from?"

"District Twelve, born and raised."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen next week." You smile.

"Oh, really?" He asks, pausing mid-sentence as he starts writing it down.

"Yeah." You smile. "Hopefully I'll live to see the day."

"You will." He tries to be reassuring as he scribbles the finished answer on his sheet. God, you got unlucky. Not that his eighteenth was a big celebration like some of his classmates, but Tigris made him a cake with ingredients she'd been saving up for and she refit his school uniform for him. You wouldn't even have that- you would be spending the day fighting for your life, if you even made it that long.

"And who is in your family unit?" He reads directly from the slip as he forces himself to move on.

"Well, there's me, my brother, he's fifteen, and then my ma and pa." You nod. "Well, my pa isn't home much. Lots of work in the mines; usually has sixteen-hour days. I hardly ever see him." You admit, sadness laced into your tone. "Saw him, I mean."

"My father died in Twelve." Coryo says, catching you off guard. He doesn't even fully understand why he felt the need to tell you this. "About ten years ago, it was rebels."

"I remember that." You reply quietly, recalling the lockdown placed on the District after the murder of a peacekeeper general. "He was the general. Crassus Snow, I assume?"

"Yes."

Everyone was forced into their homes at gunpoint, and in search of the responsible parties everyone you knew had their home destroyed by peacekeepers. Yourself included. Your bed was torn apart, and your mattress shredded for any hidden weapons or plans. Since then, you have shared a bed with your brother. A new mattress was hard to make, and your ma never got the free time or materials again.

Up until this week, that was the scariest day of your life. Just before the peacekeepers kicked in your door, your mother had grabbed the two of you and shoved you into an opening under the floorboards- a crawlspace made from a faulty foundation. You were in there for what felt like hours, listening to shouting and your home being ruined as you held onto each other with a hand pressed over your brother's mouth to keep him from crying too loud. Your mother's cries that day never seemed to end.

"It's a small world." You say after a solid few moments of silence, and Coryo can see it in the way you're staring at his paper that you're not reading it. You're zoned out completely. "I'm sorry that happened to you. It must have been scary."

"The war was hard on all of us." He responds. "What... what do you remember?" He had never heard anything about it besides the bare bones of what happened, he had never considered that the people of Twelve would remember it as well. And judging by the look on your face, it wasn't a good memory.

"I was about six, maybe seven, and I was playing with my brother, and I didn't hear anything but my ma must have because she grabbed us and hid us under the floorboards so fast I could have got whiplash. Peacekeepers came into our home, tore the whole thing to shreds, hurt my ma, then took off. Onto the next house. I didn't find out until a while later that rebels killed the peacekeeper general, they were looking for any evidence of conspiracy, I guess. The people who did it."

"Sounds like it was scarier for you than for me."

"But I want you to know," You speak so quickly you almost cut him off. "My parents had nothing to do with it. My pa is an honest, good man. All he ever wanted was to keep us safe. We're not rebels, I promise you that."

Coriolanus almost wishes you were, so he wouldn't be so hurt by what his people were putting you through. "I know. I wouldn't blame you for that."

"Thank you." You whisper, picking at your nails now as you look down at your shaky hands.

Coryo clears his throat, forcing himself to look away from you. "Uh..." He chuckles at the next question, making you look up at him again. "Are you married?"

"No." You reply, having almost completely forgotten about the worksheet in front of him. "I'm not."

"It's just... I just, I have to ask." He says, clearing his throat as he writes it down.

"Of course." You nod in understanding.

"Boyfriend?" He asks, and as you squint at the sheet you can see it's not there, and he quickly covers the next lines with his palm, cheeks flushing pink.

"Yes." You giggle as he snaps his head up to look at you.

"You do?" He asks, voice catching as his curls fall back onto his forehead from the sudden movement.

"Yes, what is so wrong in that?" You raise an eyebrow at him, trying not to laugh.

"No, no, I mean, of course you do, you're beautiful, I just, you never mentioned-"

"Relax, Coriolanus. I'm kidding." You smile at the panic in his tone. "No, I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh, right. Thanks, it's just for, yeah..." He mumbles, pretending to write something down behind his cupped hand so you couldn't see.

You shake your head at him while he's not paying attention, smiling to yourself.

"So, uh, do you have a job?"

"Not formally, but my ma is a seamstress. I help her lots with that. Fixing people's work clothes, stuff like that." You answer, getting back on topic.

"Did you make your dress?" He asks.

"Now I know that question's not on that form of yours." You laugh. "But yes, my ma made it for me when I was five. It's been my favourite ever since."

He looked the parts of it over that he could see above the table. It was well worn down, but well cared for. Similar to a lot of his own clothing.

"It used to be this big, flowing thing. Too big for a five year old- I would step on the bottom of it, just tore it right up." You recall. "So we trimmed the bottom, and as I grew, it grew right with me. I stitched up the bottom when I was old enough to enter the reaping, so now it's got shorts instead. But I still love it, lots of good memories held in the pockets of this old thing."

Shorts instead. So it's easier to run in. The thought haunts Coryo for a moment. The idea that you, at twelve years old, decided this is what you would want to run in, to die in, and took the liberty of sewing up the crotch in it yourself. Every stitch possibly sealing your fate.

"It's nice. I like it." He responds.

"Thank you." You smile, nodding proudly to yourself as you look down at the fabric. "It's real comfy, too."

"It looks it. Not very... restricting." He chooses his words wisely. No wonder you had kept it so many years. It still fit, so why not? Especially when it looked so good on you. The typically plain, neutral tone of the fabric complimented your skin tone so well. Even in bad lighting, it seemed as though you were glowing where the cloth met your skin. Glowing everywhere, now that he thought about it. Maybe you just lit up every room you walked into. Maybe it wasn't the clothing that was made just for you and hugged your form so flawlessly, maybe it was just you.

"Yes, it is not." You agree. "Now, our time is limited. Next question." You interrupt his thoughts, gesturing to the sheet of paper in between you.

"Yes, sorry." Coryo chuckles, shaking the distraction from his head. "Any hobbies?

"Reading."

"I did know that." He smiles to himself. "Anything else?"

"Well..." You think about it for a moment, chewing your lip. "I have a cat, and I like to play with him and take care of him, does that count?"

"I'll count it." He nods, quickly jotting it down. "What's your cat's name?" He asks, purely out of curiosity.

"Tybalt." You giggle.

"Tybalt?" Coryo tilts his head at you and you nod, bottom lip drawn between your teeth.

He nods slightly, prompting you to explain. "He's named after a character from Romeo and Juliet."

"That's your favourite, I remember."

"Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives." You quote. "Mercutio calls Tybalt the king of the cats, so I named him after that."

"That's clever. Very funny."

"Thank you. I thought so." You smile proudly, watching him write down your cats name in his notes. "What is this for, if I can ask?"

"Uh, there's going to be an interview you'll have to do the night before the games. It'll be aired live on Capitol television, and people will be able to send in donations so I can send you things in the arena. Just like I told you." Coryo explains.

"An interview?" You ask. "What does that entail?"

"Well, I'm not sure yet." He answers honestly. "But we'll pass this sheet onto the host, Lucky, if you remember him, and he can ask you questions about your family, your life, any of this stuff. I think really whatever we want, though, so if there's anything in particular you want to say or talk about I can write that down for you."

"Oh, I'm really not sure." You reply. "Nothing in particular, but if you need me to talk I can talk about books for hours on end." You smile.

"Could you do a monologue?" He suggests. He had discussed this with Tigris before, and he was hoping you would, but knowing you, you would be dropping quotes in your interview anyway so you might as well commit to it and display how smart you are with something well-planned.

"Maybe, if you could find me a copy of Romeo and Juliet." You smile. "I think I know it, but it would be nice to have a refresher. Just to make sure I get it right. Would be awfully embarrassing if I made a mistake."

Coryo nods, quickly writing that down in the margins of the page. Considering he had never even heard of this book, it may be hard, but he would certainly try for you. "That would be great. Your goodbye was very moving, although quite confusing for most, but it had people talking about you and that's what we want."

"Okay. I'll practice."

"Thank you." Coryo smiles. "And I just have one more question on here to fill out... Do you have any special skills that you think will be helpful in the games?"

Your smile fades slightly and you just shake your head.

"That's okay. We'll figure it out."

That night, Coryo came to see you again. You were curled up with his blanket, draped half over yourself and half over Jessup as he lay next to you. It was a small blanket, obviously meant for a child, but it helped anyway. Maybe it was just a placebo, but for you, that was more than enough.

As you got up, hearing him call your name in a familiar tone, you draped the blanket more fully over Jessup before making your way over to the bars of the enclosure. "Good evening, Coryo. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I brought you some things." He whispers, digging in his bag.

"How kind." You smile, watching as he pulls things out, handing you a napkin with some bread wrapped inside and tucking whatever else he brought under his arm to give to you after you've eaten. "Can you sit for a few minutes?"

"Of course." He nods, sitting down with you as you cross your legs and unfold the fabric carefully as not to drop what's inside. "I was hoping to talk to you anyway."

"Let's talk; it is not day." You smile, leaning toward him more.

"Should I be asking what that's from?" He jokes, but is surprised when you shrug.

"You could, but I wouldn't want to bore you." You giggle, shaking your head. "Take a guess, though. I believe you'd know it."

He smiles, watching as you take a bite out of the bread. "Romeo and Juliet?"

"Yes." You nod in confirmation, covering your mouth while you speak. "You're a real fan, now, aren't you?"

"I guess so." He chuckles. "The fact that I've never read it is unimportant."

"Completely irrelevant." You agree with a quiet laugh. His smile fades as his eyes land on something behind you, and you turn to follow his gaze over your shoulder. "What are you looking at?" You whisper, looking back at him again.

"Are you sharing everything I bring you with Jessup?" He asks, voice stern as his brow furrows at the question.

"I try to." You nod, taking another bite. "He's not well. I think something bit him the first night we were here."

"You can't." Coryo insists. Of course, he wants you to win, and you handing over every bit of sustenance or help you receive is only lessening your odds. Making Jessup stronger and you only weaker. "I know you're a good person, but once you get in that arena you won't have any friends. Not even him." Coryo explains, strategically skipping over the part where it makes him ill to see you sleeping with your head on the boy's shoulder and sharing the blanket that he gifted to you.

"Oh..." You say, so quietly he can hardly hear. "But-"

"Y/N." He cuts you off, a serious look on his face. "If you keep feeding him, keep helping him, and it comes down to you and him in the end, who do you think will win in that fight? If you had all the same nutrients and sleep, who do you think will win?"

"I- well..." You stutter, looking back at your friend. "It won't come to that. I think we both know that."

"We have to assume it will." He pleads, eyes now locked on yours. "Don't make it easier for him."

"Coryo, he's got a family, siblings, his ma to get home to. They need him." You protest, leaning closer so no one else could properly hear.

"So do you." He reminds you. The look of guilt that crosses your face indicates to him that even though you had your own family, something about Jessup makes you willing to give that up for him to get home. "What about Tybalt? He'll never know what happened to his own mother. Or your brother losing his sister. Y/N, please..."

Your eyes widen at the mention of your cat and your brother in particular. Clearly, Coryo is so desperate for you to listen that he's pulling strings he shouldn't. To make you hurt. To make you pay attention.

Tears fill your eyes as you speak. "I know." Your voice cracks, and the pit in Coryo's stomach tells him he's gone too far. "I'm sorry, I just- I don't want to be afraid anymore. It's selfish of me, I know, but I won't last long and I know that so I just want to get it over with." You cry quietly, reaching up to wipe your eyes on your wrist. You hadn't been so candid with him before, he almost doesn't recognize you without a smile on your face.

"Hey, no, don't be sorry. It's not selfish." He whispers, without hesitation reaching through the bars and resting his hand on your knee. Your skin is cold to the touch, even for him after he had just walked all the way here in the same air. "But it'll be over soon, and I'll get you home. I'll do everything I can."

You sniff and nod, hesitating before placing your hand over his. "I promise I'll do my best in the interview. I want you to win your prize."

Coryo's mouth gets dry at the insinuation. You didn't think you could win, you won't even consider it even with all the encouragement he tries to feed you every day, but you want him to win. "That's not important." He says, shocking himself with the sentiment. The Plinth Prize is his only hope at a viable future, at saving his family. But right now, he doesn't even care.

You don't respond right away, just sliding your hand under his to hold it. His skin on yours feels warm, comforting, the same way it did when he held it when you were first dumped in the zoo. You don't know if it's more comforting to you or him.

"I'm sorry to cry at you, I just sometimes realize what's going to happen to me and spiral over the possibilities and no matter how hard I try to accept it..." You shake your head, looking down at your hands. "I'm still fearful." Your voice drops below a whisper.

"Then don't accept it." Coryo grasps your hand tighter, leaning closer to you and looking at you through the bars. "Fight. Try to win."

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[grayson-on-the-chandelier]

I think I'm overdue for an intro.

💙NIGHTWING IS IN THE HOUSE!!! 💙

They call me "peacock but masculine". I preen often.

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Jason Todd-Wayne

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And a lot more siblings. (Dad is a hoarder ✋😒)

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I broke up with Wally... 💔

I have someone living in my brain rent free. Say hi to Eo.

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Hello... People of the web.

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Eo is still up, but he's out of my body now. So yeah. Same account.

ANYWHO, I'll be in touch! Nightwing out!

🐦🦇

P. S. I'm a bird until further notice.🐦

P.S.S. I think there's no further notice. I'm a winged person permanently. 🥲

OOC: Pro tip, he's turned into a God/demigod, specifically God of Memories since he's so in touch with the past and always thinking of the future.

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[neallo]

do you have tips for writers who lost the writing spark for finding it again? it's been a few years since i stopped being able to write even though i still love it. (i read a lot, so that isn't helping either. i really thought it would.) would really appreciate any tips because i love your writing and would love to know how you go about it!

hi friend! i'm really honored to be asked this, and really flattered that you enjoy my writing :') having gone through some periods of lower / no writing (though not as long) i'll try to speak to what generally helps me ease back into writing. this is entirely off-the-cuff but my DMs are open if you want to discuss further :') (<- i'm mediocre to bad at replying in a timely fashion but i Will get back to you either almost immediately or in 3-5 business days)

when i began writing for meronia, i'd been writing for another fandom for a while and had kind of hit a wall with my major WIP. it felt too high-pressure, and it was so long (65k words posted. scream) that it felt really hard to juggle everything. meronia appealed to me because it felt very low-pressure -- i made a new AO3 account, and a sideblog, so it felt very anonymous and thus basically zero-risk to share something, once i was ready to. my first work for meronia was under 1,000 words, and included very limited information about the characters; it was very simple, and felt very manageable. so, logistically, my first two tips would be to find a way to make the act of writing (and the act of sharing your writing) feel low-pressure/low-risk, and search for ideas specifically that are low-commitment.

since i began writing for meronia, there have definitely been times where i struggled to write things, and when i struggled to finish them. in the case that i'm struggling to write things, or feeling intimidated by my current WIPs, i find it incredibly helpful to receive or generate prompts for short pieces. being given something specific to work on by someone else takes the pressure off of you to come up with an idea you're happy with. like, okay, i can't come up with the groundbreaking life-changing fanfic idea that i WISH i could write rn, but this person asked for a rockstar AU, and i can do something with that. i can have fun with that. let me try to write 500 words about that.

the difficulty in this is, of course, getting people to send you prompts (trickier if you haven't already been writing for the ship in question for a while!) ... to be honest i don't really have major tips about that other than soliciting requests in the tags, but in the off chance that you're specifically interested in writing for meronia, hit me upppppp. because i was just talking about The Struggle Of Starting Stuff with some besties earlier today and have very recently brainstormed this.

while trying to establish a habit of writing regularly, if that's what you want to be doing, writing friends are profoundly helpful. indispensable really. i have a handful of pals i like to body double with, or run writing sprints with from time to time, and it's unbelievably helpful to me. having a set appointment with someone establishes a time to set aside for writing, and having a friend to work alongside creates a sense of commitment to the task at hand. i have also been told by reliable sources that joining in-person writing groups can be really helpful but i have never done that so i cannot speak to it!!!

my last tips are just really general. and they're things i'm not always good at. remember that not everything has to be perfect -- not the first time you write it, nor the fiftieth time you edit it. not everything has to ever make it outside your drafts, even. finding ways to share snippets of things you're excited about and proud of is really helpful for keeping motivation going, imo, especially since some things take so long to finish. it's okay to write things out of order, to write the stuff you're excited about first (<- I'M SO BAD AT REMEMBERING THIS.) it's totally, extremely natural for things to feel really clunky when you first get back into it -- it'll get better eventually (<- also trying to remember this as i fight my way through trying to learn how to smut again).

OH EDITING TO ADD: steering the craft by ursula k leguin has some amazing exercises in it, and i have an epub somewhere if you want a copy.

i have other thoughts on what helps to make more ambitious ideas work, but i don't have time to elaborate on it right now, and it's not exactly what you asked, anyway. again, please feel so incredibly free to reach out to chat more about writing if you wish, too :')

[quickspinner]

No need to answer but I see you never tag mc-lukanette's posts with anything. I already follow them so nbd but for people who follow you but not them I feel like it gives this vibe that you don't really like their content and are just reblogging obligatorily? Usually you reblog posts with stuff like "cute" or "aw" which sounds like not much but it sort of tells people what they're in for. If you've got some kinda beef with them then disregard, just is v noticeable since you tag most other posts.

I actually haven't been tagging a lot of things lately except with the quickroundup tag. I haven't had time lately to read things right away but if I don't reblog immediately I tend to forget, or get confused about which ones I have and haven't reblogged. I sometimes manage to read things from my friends right away, but not usually. Art is easier because I just have to look at it so those usually do get something tagged because I do want people to know they are seen and appreciated. MC asked long ago not to be included in the roundup so those don't get even the roundup tag.

With that said, I have always made a policy to reblog everything Lukanette possible whether I am a fan of it or not and regardless of my personal feelings about the author. From the beginning I have felt that if I wanted others to promote my work, I should start by promoting theirs. If that implies I'm only reblogging out of obligation, well 🤷‍♀️ it's a self-imposed obligation that no one is responsible for but me. I'm not sure I intended to become the Lukanette clearing house but I have the platform and followers now and even if something might not be to my particular arbitrary taste, that doesn't mean it doesn't deserve to be promoted and find its proper audience. That's my personal philosophy.

I used to try and comment on every AO3 fic as well, hoping to encourage more people to keep writing because I love the ship and I want there to be as much content as possible, and because I like encouraging new writers and I know from personal experience how much a positive comment can help. I haven't been doing that for a while, either - too much Stuff going on in life and in my head that I don't care to talk about here.

To anyone who has felt disappointed that I didn't comment, know that it is not a commentary on your work, just the big fat mess that is life and mental health right now. Please know that even if it was true that I didn't personally click with your story, there are people out there who will love it, and I'm more than happy to help you find them, so release any guilt you feel about being reblogged "unworthily." You are worthy and your work deserves to be seen, and not only shouldn't I be The Arbiter of What Is Good Enough, I have absolutely no desire to be.

If you (general) feel people should only reblog things they absolutely love, and are somehow offended that I choose to include everything, we just have a difference of opinion on how we want to run our blogs. You do your thing, and I'll do mine.

If anyone has any "best of the best" or otherwise curated blogs or lists I am happy to promote them, but I like the way I do things here, and I don't plan to change. I will however continue to honor any requests not to be included in the weekly roundup, so remember if it bugs you to be on their for some reason, any reason, just send me a message and I will comply, no questions asked, no explanation needed.

[steddieas-shegoes]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@zombiethingy tagged me right when I was about to exit tumblr to work on my final paper for this class and because I am a procrastinator, I'm doing it 😇

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

...136 (but to be fair that includes all of my one shot requests and microfics)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 597,089. I wanted to reach 750k by the end of the year, but I just don't think that's gonna happen and that is OKAY!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things only. I know in my heart I probably could go back and write some Stucky things, but with what time?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

call me sunshine, send me to space (chaptered)

i thought we were more, why aren't we more? (ficlet request)

one little nugget (chaptered)

it brought us here (ficlet request)

it led me to you (chaptered)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Sometimes I only have the spoons for emojis, but I do always respond. I want people to know I see their comments and appreciate them 💖

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Any of the works in the my heart has changed, my soul has changed series. I definitely want to continue that series, but life is angsty enough right now.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ALL OF THEM. Truly can't write things that don't end happy or at least very very hopeful.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Uh nope. I have moderated comments turned on though, so I think that deters any hateful comments, and I have literally only ever gotten one negative comment on a headcanon post on tumblr and just blocked them. Here for a good time, not to please everyone.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah. I laugh because I started writing in January and was like "I can't write smut" and then by March I had a fic started that was rated E for extra sex. Incredible what a little time on this website does to the brain. It's just whatever fits the moment.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Hard no.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I'm pretty open about encouraging people to write their own versions of my stuff, but if I ever see a direct copy and paste it's on sight.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of? I really don't think any of them except for maybe call me sunshine would even be considered popular enough for that lmao

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, it makes me nervous. I always think everyone who I speak to on the regular is worlds more talented than I am and that I would be the deadweight in the group project (despite always being the leader of every school and work group project I've ever done). I wouldn't necessarily say no in the future with the right person!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddie, though Stucky was it for me from like 2012-2022 and I do still love them so much.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I really only work on one thing at a time, but I still want to write a part 2 to two request ficlets. They deserve the story being continued, but I don't know for sure when that will happen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Strengths? What are those? I can lift my body weight, does that count? Okay, ummmm, writing strengths I guess would be finding ways to write these two idiots so in love in any situation. I will always always find a way to make them be in love.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'll be kind to myself and narrow it down to two things: Environment descriptions. I can see it in my mind, but can I put it into words? No. Somehow still getting so carried away?! Genuinely don't know how I manage to not describe a lot of things and still describe too much.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's very difficult since I don't actually know any other language. I really don't do it unless it is absolutely necessary and I usually warn that I use Google Translate (which is not accurate).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first I published for was Stranger Things. The first I wrote stupid little things that I immediately deleted was Captain America/Marvel.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I have to say I am so so proud of call me sunshine, send me to space. Not just because it's what's been most popular, but because I went so far outside my comfort zone to write and post it. It was the first time I felt like I had truly developed a universe for these characters and it's just a nice story.

No pressure tagging some people (seriously NO PRESSURE, we have ENOUGH PRESSURE): @wormdebut @wynnyfryd @messessentialist @steves-strapcollection @simplebtromance @stobinesque @starryeyedjanai @patchworkgargoyle @scarcrossdlvrs @ghostevie @yournowheregirl @thefreakandthehair @vecnuthy @theheadlessphilosopher @legitcookie @corrodedbisexual @flowercrowngods @vampeddie @matchingbatbites @judasofsuburbia @griefabyss69

[empyreanpaws]

My Experience With: Tales of Glade's Glory

DISCLAIMER: do not harass the blog or the members of this wcrp; names are redacted for the sake of anonymity (though in this instance, it isn't hard to figure out...); this is a review, my personal experience, and an informational post

CONTENT WARNING: discourse, basically a hate crime despite it being "fictional" (it's the representation of one and has since been treated as less than), disrespect of religion, constant harassment, unfair treatment, pushing of a radical anti-cop/government agenda (i hate 'em too but c'mon, keep it out of there), will add more if requested

If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please don't proceed. Through the content warning and tags alone, I'm sure you can infer what my experience was like.

Honestly, this has been a long time coming. I can't remember when it happened exactly, but it's been a few months since I've been in this particular wcrp. I should've voiced this sooner, but I'll be frank: I didn't because I have friends in there that genuinely enjoy the other aspects of the roleplay; I didn't want to ruin something they loved. Still, it needs to be said, so I can warn others in advance and finally get over this hurdle.

Tales of Glade's Glory is a roleplay that arose in the wake of the discontinued Chasing The Sun. It involved members from ShadowClan who collaborated together by suggesting ideas and making votes. This system was by far one of the most fun and fair ones I've ever experienced in a roleplay, but as soon as the Developers decided they could not be voted out (a decision they made themselves, not others), I knew things would end terribly.

I have a document that explains most of what I wanted to say in this post, regarding the democratic-like system the roleplay was meant to have, the hate crime in question, and the constant harassment I've dealt with for months. Again, names are redacted for the sake of anonymity, and the audience was for the other members of the server (hence why it seems like I'm talking to a specific set of people). The catalyst for this document's creation was receiving a strike upon voicing my discomfort within the server about two cats (mentioned in the document) that only realize hurting others is wrong after they murder someone, a plotline they allowed to continue because they "didn't want to stop plots from happening". Here is the document:

I'm not bashing on dark roleplays; I love to dabble in them myself. The problem was that this roleplay wasn't meant to be dark, and thus this incident came as a shock to many. I know others who were uncomfortable with the situation and someone who is devout in their faith who found the whole thing incredibly offensive and disturbing. If this had been a roleplay with darker themes, if we would've been warned in advance about what would be included and allowed in the roleplay, I wouldn't be this worked up. I'm incredibly upset because unsuspecting members were subjected to this situation without their consent. As I hear it, the situation continues to be up for debate, continuing to brew discomfort and stress, with no closure in sight. It's disappointing and, dare I say it, disgusting. I'd hate for newcomers to be dragged into that mess.

Addressing the radical anti-cop/government agenda, Dev1 seems to push these views into the roleplay and it can't be refuted. Their website includes a new set of rules regarding this and the person that began this whole disaster was not given a punishment (or it was a mere slap on the wrist, who knows). I haven't read much of it, if at all, and I think complex political issues in the real world should not be forced into a roleplay (unless that's the literal theme and has consent from everyone). I'm not going to sit here and talk about my own views and who I vote for in elections, but I understand the corruption of our government and how it's affected others. Still, my point stands. Roleplays should be free of strife, they're meant to be enjoyed and a place for others to distract themselves from the real world, not have it shoved back down their throat without being allowed to voice their own opinion. It was nearly like we had to adopt these ideals ourselves lest we suffer unjust consequences.

I can't even begin to hope they'd change. If anything, it'll just keep getting worse until they inevitably crumble. In a form of some "dark humor", I call it the WCRP Curse: they're all destined for drama, strife, and ends. As much as I'm working on my own projects, I don't think even I can break this curse. I guess we'll see who does, huh?

Writing all of this and remembering has truly made me feel sick. I've honestly decided to make this a series where I write my experiences in other roleplays, to provide suggestions or to warn others. I don't think I'll accept requests to join roleplays just to scope them out for others, or at least, not at the moment. At the end of the day, this is all about fictional talking cats, and yet it's affected me very badly. My last bit of advice is to speak out when someone is doing something wrong. Share your experience. You're not alone, and it can make a difference.

Also, this isn't for others to "respond" to. I'm literally sharing what I've experienced and how I feel. Do not reblog this and try to justify any of their actions. If you don't like it, block me and go away.

Recommend/Suggest?: No

Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆ (0/5)

[zaruba-needslove]

20 questions for fic writers

Saw this post by @gekidasa and I thought I wanna do this thing too. Cos I rarely get sent or tagged with this kinda stuff XD

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 581 (including the ones posted anonymously)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,649,635 as of currently

3. What fandoms do you write for? Saiyuki, Goblin Slayer, Code Geass, Yugioh, Yami no Matsuei, some other niche anime and manga titles, Toku series (Kamen Rider, Super Sentai, Ultraman, GARO and one very rare Cybercop fic, a whole bunch of KDramas, JDramas, BBC dramas which includes the Whoniverse and a few original writings. And oh... some game fandom too.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"Wife" - A Beyond Evil fic... based on this ONE scene that seemed to be so gay lol

Unread - A Descendant of the Sun fic set around the moment priot to the main leads reunion after the guy supposed died/went MIA on a mission

Alstromeria - A Detroit: Become Human fic set on a happy end outcome of the game.

Che ricorda - A Vincenzo fic.

Rouge - A fic based on Tomorrow kdrama

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Sometimes. Usually when people ask me stuff in the comments I'll definitely give some replies. Or if there's a very enthusiastic one that I can't help responding. Or just to thank people for the comments.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Unh... this one was a very hard question lol, since I wrote plenty of angsty fic. Heck, my main genre had been angst. Though I guess some of my angstiest fic I've written would be the one I wrote for the Hidarime Tantei Eye jdrama. There's this one Anti Hope AU I did about a scenario where Ainosuke was so in denial about his older brother's death that he actually created a delusion that his brother was still alive.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hehehe. Another hard stuff, one because I wrote more angst than fluff... and another, I'm not sure that I'm the right person to have a proper opinion about this XD. But if talking about my recent works... I might say my TanuKitsune series. Which basically refers to Sleeping Tanuki.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I did used to get some, just because I mainly wrote LuluKallen pairing in the Code Geass fandom. But in terms of flames... I already forgot about it cos that's like so many years ago.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Hehe. Nowadays... yes. I wrote quite an amount, openly and anonymously. Mostly from the Geats fandom.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I used to. I wouldn't say any of them came close to being described as 'crazy'. Cos there's one on CCS/YGO and KR/SS multiverse project that revolves around Decade and Gokaiger. In terms of scale, I guess the Gokaiger one was crazy. Like imagine trying to add more inside lore to the one in series since Gokai barely delve too deep when doing all the episodes with the previous teams. Or if you count that tiny crossover I did in some of my Geats fic, yeah that's crazy. Like KR Geats and Team Batista series had NOTHING in common between them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Has it happened before? I don't really remember.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Several times. I've got someone asking me if they could translate my fic into Russian, and several other requests asking to translate my fics into Mandarin. I forgot if there were any other requests for other languages besides those two.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Kouga/Kaoru is still my all-time fav even if I don't write too much Garo fic. In that case, KeiAce probably fit the bill more now.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Passing the Torch - because it'll require me to rewatch the episodes and the corresponding tribute series that by know I don't think I'll have enough attention span and time to do and think up stuff.

16. What are your writing strengths? To be honest, half the time I'm not sure what's my real strength in anything. But depending on my level of hyper-focusing at a time I can be pretty good at keeping the voice of my characters... and sometimes people say that I could emulate the same writing style as the original writers, which had been one of the sweetest compliments I've ever received.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogues... maybe, because sometimes I have harder time trying to voice out my characters thoughts on something... also I get distracted/derailed easily so half the time the plot just ran off on its own.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I usually avoid it unless I'm proficient in said language.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gensoumaden Saiyuki, I think. Goku/Sanzo

20. Favorite fic you've written? I wrote so many it's hard to pick any favourites tbh But I guess my TanuKitsune series would be some of them. Also Atonement. Just because I love how the plot end up coming together nicely.

Tagging: Not sure if anyone would bother doing this... but feel free if you wanna do this

[fierymiasma]

۵ The Spare ۵ // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio

Summary: Ominis tries to be happy for Sebastian and their new friend. Really he's happy that his two favorite people have starting seeing each other.

...It's too bad that he wasn't included.

Sebastian and f!MC try repeatedly to court Ominis, too bad he's oblivious.

Tags: Love triangles, Slight Angst with eventual happy ending, Confessions, Mutual Pining, Fluff, OT3, Silver Trio, Making Out

Word Count: 5k 🍃

A/Ns: Got a lot of requests from readers to do a spin-off of my other Silver Trio Fic "Between". It's a bit longer but hope you enjoy it!

|| My Other Work || AO3 || Other Silver Trio Fic

"Your willingness to use powerful spells is admirable.  You're much more powerful than you ever let on."

"Sebastian, please, you can stop with all the flattery."  She laughed, trying to fight the rising blush on her cheeks.  She casted another spell at the practice dummy.  "I've already promised you that I'll take you on my next outing to fight the poachers instead of Natty.  You have already gotten what you want!"

The boy in question mocked offense.  "What?  I can't give the most powerful witch our age a simple compliment?"  She rolled her eyes playfully, pretending to be annoyed.  Sebastian was unrelenting.  "I bet you could even give Professor Hecat a run for her money."

Ominis's hand trembled on his wand, unable to cast the new spell they've been practicing.  His stomach couldn't help but churn in disgust as his friends continue to tease each other.  Even in the vast space of the Undercroft, it felt too stifling whenever Sebastian charmed their mutual friend.

His wand showed him the hazy rough outlines of the other two.  Sebastian's arm practically draped around her.  Ever since the start of their 6th year,  the trio had been spending more and more time together in the Undercroft.  Sebastian and the Hufflepuff frequently snuck out of the castle at all hours of the day, finding adventure elsewhere.

Ominis tried not to let it bother him, how close they were getting.  They had invited him along, of course, time and time again on all of their adventures.  Ominis had no idea why they thought that he would like to trail along after them.  Be a bystander to the newfound romance that the other two were so clearly keeping a secret from him?   Hard pass, thank you very much.

"Your spellwork is exception."  Sebastian continued, watching her land a particularly nasty hit on the dummy.  "You'll have to teach me some of the tricks you've picked up."

Ominis could feel the palpable embarrassment emitting from her.  She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears.  "Well, I did take a leaf out of your book, Sebastian.  I picked up this jinx from one of the books I 'borrowed' from the restricted section."

Sebastian laughed.  "Getting into places you're not supposed to be?  A woman after my own heart."

Ominis swallowed thickly.  It felt like it was only yesterday that Sebastian returned after his first night sneaking into the restricted section with the new student.

Sebastian groaned, flopping face first into his bed, exhausted from a night of crouching around the library away from the searching eyes of Madam Scribner. 

"Did you have fun, Sebastian?" Ominis drawled from his on bed, having been rudely woken back up by Sebastian's return.

To Ominis's shock, Sebastian sighed dreamingly.

"Merlin's beard, Ominis.  She's exceptional."

Something ugly festered inside Ominis.  He wanted to be done with this conversation, to go back to bed and wake up to a reality where he could still pretend he had a chance of being with Sebastian.  "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to."

Sebastian rolled onto his back, looking up at the top of his canopy bed, as if he was trying to picture her face.  "The new girl.  On her very first duel, she knocks me flat on my bum."  He scoffed.  "Said it was good practice.  What I won't give to duel her again.  Makes getting detention for her entirely worth it."

Unable to stomach any more of Sebastian's words, Ominis fluffed his pillow before turning away from the other boy.

 "Ominis, she's beautiful.  Her lips, her eyes, her hair.  Merlin's beard, Ominis, she could be part Veela for all I know.  The second she walks into any room, it's like everything else fades away."  Sebastian squeezed his pillow close to his chest as he faced the other boy.  "Ominis the things she can do with a wand.  The way she took down that troll…"  Sebastian sighed, lost in his own thoughts. 

Ominis was glad that his back was facing Sebastian.  He was afraid that his expressions would betray his inner anguish.  "Fighting a troll for you on her first day of Hogwarts?"  Ominis's nose wrinkled.  He was painfully reminded of all the other giggling girls who threw themselves at Sebastian's feet. "There is a such a thing as trying too hard."

Sebastian's smile dipped downward.  "No, Ominis, the fight was almost easy.  That's how brilliant she is."

Ominis had always known that the crush he harbored on the other Slytherin boy was doomed from the very start.  Sebastian's silver tongue had the entire female population of Hogwarts (and some of the wizards as well) completely under his spell.  Why, with enough effort, Sebastian could certainly find a witch he liked enough to settle down with.

It seemed like, Sebastian already had.

Tears burning his eyes, Ominis pulled the covers over his head, trying to drown out Sebastian's stream of consciousness as he continued to heap praises on the new student. 

"Ominis?"  She shook his arm gently.  "Ominis, are you with us?"

Ominis returned to the present.  Honeysuckle, rosewater, and ivy.  Her perfume was a familiar comforting presence.  His tight knuckles relaxed on his wand.  His eyes felt too hot, and he hoped he hadn't teared up in front of them.  He could feel the other two exchange concerned looks.  She reached over.  Her thumb rubbed soothing circles on Ominis's biceps.  Even under all his layers of fabric, he could feel goosebumps starting to form. 

He withdrew from her hot touch. 

His parents had always told Ominis that love at first sight (or lack of sight) was a fairy tale fantasy left for those of lesser blood or muggles.  So, Ominis was entirely unprepared for it when he confronted the Hufflepuff sneaking out of the Undercroft for the first time. 

He heard the telltale mechanical whirls of the clocktower that hid the Undercroft.  He heard distinct footsteps, light, with a high heel to them. 

It was just as he had feared.  It wasn't Sebastian.  The magical aura that surrounded this next person didn't feel quite like Sebastian's.  It was foreign, ancient and old.  It was the newest addition to the Hogwarts student body.  The insufferable show off who somehow seduced her way into winning  a duel against Sebastian.

Ominis couldn't tell what he was more angry at: her existence or Sebastian who had betrayed his trust by telling a practical stranger the secrets behind the undercroft.  It was Ominis's hiding place, his secret to give.  It was special, a place where Sebastian and Ominis could be together, alone.  Where Ominis could pretend that he had escaped from the cruel reality of their lives.

He turned that infamous Gaunt anger onto the new girl.  She was a Hufflepuff, like all of her brethren, Ominis was sure she would wilt under his venomous tongue.  It wasn't the first time Ominis sent a girl crying back to her dorm.

"Did you just come from the Undercroft?"  He snarled.  "How did you get in here?"

Calmly, the new student answered.  "Actually, Sebastian brought me there.  But he made it perfectly clear to keep quiet about it." She had a soft, soothing melodic voice. 

Ominis scoffed, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice.  Typical Hufflepuff, soft-spoken, meek, quick to squeal and rat out their friends the second their arm got twisted. 

"You breathe a word about this place to anyone and not even your precious Professor Fig will be able to help you."

He could tell that mentioning Professor Fig had struck a nerve.  The quiescent unnamable magic swirling around her grew sharp, its aura almost suffocating Ominis.  She took a firm step forward towards him, her heels echoing loudly against the marble tiles.  Her voice grew louder, firmer.  "You needn't threaten me, Gaunt.  But mention Professor Fig again, and even your family name won't be able to shield you from me." 

She took another step forward.  Ominis took a hesitant step back.  He didn't expect the badger to have claws.  "I was trying to defend Sebastian.  He was clear that this was a secret place, and I was to tell no one."  Ominis was startled by her closeness.  He could smell her perfume, flowery.  Honeysuckle, rosewater, and ivy.  She took another step forward.  "Sebastian's a good friend.  He cares very deeply for you." 

Ominis's lips curled.  As if she knew anything about Sebastian.  About what Sebastian's wants and needs were.  He held his ground.  "I don't need you to tell me about my oldest friend, thank you very much.  Sebastian gets himself in enough trouble.  He doesn't need your help." 

To Ominis's surprise, her shoulders relaxed a bit.  Her arms uncrossed in understanding.  "You care for Sebastian.  You worry over him."  Ominis's throat felt dry.  Was she trying to insinuate something?  "You needn't be concerned, Ominis.  I can see you're scared."  Ominis was about to deny her accusations but found that he couldn't breathe.  "I am not trying to come in between you or Sebastian.  Your…bond is sacred."  Was he that obvious?  "I'm not trying to steal anyone's…friend away from them."  

For once in Ominis's life, he was speechless.  It was rare for him to find someone who could match his venomous tongue and cruel words. 

"I'm not sure what you're implying."  Ominis lied.  "You forget yourself, new girl."

"Ominis!  Ominis!" Sebastian practically shouted in his ear.

Ominis jumped.  Too lost in thought, he hadn't realized that he had been daydreaming again.  They were still in the Undercroft, practice dummies now completely forgotten.  Her soft hands were still on his arm, trying to comfort him.  Sebastian, on his right, hovering a tad closer than a concerned friend normally should.

His throat felt dry.  He wasn't comfortable being the center of their undivided attention.  He needed air.

"You two keep practicing your hexes."  Ominis muttered, pulling his arm away from her and turning away from Sebastian.  "I need to lie down for a bit."

Ominis wasn't able to see the way Sebastian's eyes met the Hufflepuff's, a silent conversation held with just eyes alone.  "Is everything alright?"  Sebastian asked.  "Ominis, you can confide in us, if you need."

Ominis snorted as he threw his satchel over his shoulder.  Like he could ever reveal his true feelings to the happy couple. 

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He avoided the Hufflepuff and her Slytherin for a better part of two weeks.  A difficult task given how persistent the other two were.

"Ominis!  There you are."  Sebastian purred, his voice dipping down an octave.  "You've been rather difficult to pin down lately." 

Ominis didn't even pause.  If anything, he walked faster down the hallway to his next class.  "I'm sorry, Sebastian.  Far too busy with this extra essay Professor Sharp assigned me.  I'll see you at dinner."

His partner in crime appeared around the corner, as if she apparated to Sebastian's side.  "A-Ah, hello, Ominis!"  She nervously greeted.  "Your hair looks rather nice today!  Looks kind of like the portrait of the bloke we're learning in History of Magic."

Ominis did finally pause in his stride.  "Uric…the…Oddball?  I look like a lunatic who wears a jellyfish on his head?"

Her shoulders fell.  Maybe she should have paid more attention in class.  She hadn't actually thought that one through too much. 

Without another word, Ominis swept away around the corner, onto his next class.

Now properly alone, Sebastian groaned.  "Merlin's beard, sweetheart, what was that?  Were you trying to woo him or get him to commit you to a loony bin?  We want to charm him not send him running away screaming!"

She glared at him in offense.  "I'm not good at flirting!"

Sebastian sighed, running his fingers through his hair in fake exasperation.  He couldn't help but smile, as he looked at her teasingly.  "It is truly one of Hogwarts biggest mysteries how you managed to bag someone as charming as me."

She tried to kick him in the shin for good measure.  He calmly took a small step back avoiding her rather short legs.

"Don't worry, sweetheart.  Sebastian's here for you.  Time to show you how to properly sweep a man off his feet."

She rolled her eyes, "Like you can do better."

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[Cont reading here]

[runnning-outof-time]

Dancing With the Devil | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s 2.5k Follower Celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby arrives in London with one plan in mind, but quickly stumbles upon another when he meets (Y/N). After finding common ground, he makes the decision on which way to go in a rather unique fashion. A decision that leaves one person rather pleased and the other rather pissed.

Warnings: language, smoking, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 3613

A/N: it’s been a while since I’ve written Alfie, so I hope he makes sense and isn’t too ooc … I just had to include him in here for you, Flor!! I went with a ‘night’ theme of a party/event for this. Congrats on 2.5k - it’s so well deserved! I’m so grateful that you’re part of this community!

A/N 2: this idea was pulled from a book about the Gold Rush that I read; where a man and a woman went onto the dance floor to make a business deal so that they could do it out of earshot of another man that she was in competition with. I immediately thought of Tommy and Alfie and this came out of it. Enjoy! :)

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"Beautiful day out, isn't it, Mr. Solomons?" (Y/N) asked with a smug grin as she entered the man's office, walking in like she owned the place.

"Wouldn't know it," Alfie answered her, clasping his hands together and resting them on his stomach as he reclined back in his chair, "see some of us actually have work that they do...but you wouldn't know nothing about that, would ya? Always going around and getting into others' business without a fucking care in the world," he took the opportunity to throw a shot back at her after he clocked her smug nature.

If anything, his statement made her grow even more smug. "Ah but that's where I've got you beat, Alfie...I'm able to go around and get into other peoples' business because I've delegated my work to people whom I trust."

"You saying I don't have trust in my operation?" Alfie questioned her, his one eyebrow raised.

"I'm not saying anything," (Y/N) responded, holding her hands up in defense, "you're the one who brought it up," she reminded him.

"What're you here for then? Besides goin' about another one of your plans to annoy the piss out of me?" he posed another question, wanting to get on with this unscheduled meeting. He had another prospective partner coming in any moment now, and he couldn't risk that man walking in on this.

"I'm here because I wanted to let you know that there's going to be problems if your men keep crossing the line and running your product to my buyers," she said to him, her smug nature dropping like a flick of a switch as her expression went flat.

"Who my runners choose to go with the product is no choice of my own, you know that, doll...I merely give them the product to run," Alfie told her, speaking in a voice that showed her he didn't care about the situation she was in.

"That's bullshit, and you know it," she countered, a glare on her face, "you'd be down my throat about it if the places were flipped."

"Ahh but they aren't, are they?" he kept his careless tone, a grin teetering on his lips as he leaned forward in his chair.

(Y/N) couldn't help but grumble a few obscenities under her breath as she tried to keep herself calm. After a deep, steadying breath, she spoke as calmly as she could, "just tell your men to stop dealing with my buyers."

Alfie cracked another grin at her. He could see that she was trying to restrain herself, and he debated whether he should continue poking the bear or settling the score...for now, at least. A quick glance at the clock on the wall made him choose the latter. "I'll see what I can do..." he trailed off, his grin growing. He could play with her a little bit, right? "But as you know...determined men only listen to a certain extent."

"Make them listen to you, Solomons," she demanded, glaring at him in hopes that it'd make her point stick. She stared at him for a few more moments before breaking away and turning to leave his office.

"Good day, Miss (Y/L/N)!" he called to her as she left, a taunting tone laced into his voice.

She shook her head and kept walking, right past the taller worker who had curly, brown hair and a confused expression plastered on his face. He was probably confused by how she managed to enter the facility, but she didn't care. She was leaving it anyway.

Without a word, she made her way to the main doors and opened them. The sight in front of her stopped her in her tracks before she could begin walking to her headquarters. A man was leaning up against the wall, working on lighting a cigarette with a match. (Y/N) noticed his struggle in getting said match to light, so she fished the lighter she owned out of her purse and walked up to him.

"Need a light?" she asked him, making him look up; his face now finally visible from under the peaked cap he was wearing.

"Sure," he answered in a gruff voice, leaning in slightly to light his cigarette when she set the flame alight. He took a drag and blew the smoke away from her before sending her a silent thank you through a nod.

"You look like hell," she was unable to stop herself from commenting on his appearance. His right eye was bruised and red, and he had cuts on his cheek and chin.

"Feel like it too," he offered a passive response. (Y/N) wanted to ask how he'd received his injuries, but the question died in her throat when he spoke again, "you work here?"

She chortled at the question. "No," she said, shaking her head; laughing again at the thought of it, "I'd sooner die a thousand terrible deaths than I would work for that man."

The man she was talking to raised his eyebrows at her exaggerated statement. "Bad at business?"

"No, he's good in his own right..." (Y/N) trailed off, hating to admit the fact. It wasn't that Alfie was bad at business, he just did things...differently. "He has his own way of going about things. You can't ever fully trust him. He's willing to play any angle he can in order to get himself something out of the equation," she added a bit of a warning onto her statement. She almost kept on talking; wanting to grumble about how he was letting his men speak to her buyers, but she decided against looping this random man into her troubles.

"I'll make sure to remember that," the man nodded his head, his words making (Y/N) realize something.

"Are you...are you about to go in and meet with him?" she asked, jerking her thumb back in the doors' direction.

"I am," the man nodded again.

"You'll find nothing but trouble if you go and do business with that man," she warned him before adding in a pitch for herself, "you should come work with me instead."

"What if trouble's what I'm looking for?" the man asked, her quirking an eyebrow upwards.

"Then you might just find some with me as well," she answered, a grin tugging the right corner of her lips upwards.

The man chuckled at her witty statement. "Thomas Shelby," he then introduced himself, sticking his hand out between them.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," she returned the greeting before accepting his handshake, "my offer’s serious," she told him, looking him in the eyes as she held onto his hand for a moment longer before dropping it and breaking their eye contact as she did so. "I'll let you get to your meeting now," she nodded her head towards the doors, and he nodded in response before the conversation ended and they went their respective ways.

All of the frustration that had been built up by the conversation she had with Alfie mere minutes ago had now dissipated thanks to the run in with this new man. Sure, he looked like he'd wound up on the wrong end of a fight, but he dressed well and was looking to do business. Better yet...he was looking to do business with Alfie Solomons.

(Y/N) didn't intend for her life to turn out this way. Her brother, James, was the person who started the operation she was currently the head of. What started off as a small-time business quickly climbed to international levels thanks to James' ideas and (Y/N)'s charm and quick-wittedness. While she didn't exactly lead the charge with her brother, she did play an instrumental part in the deals being made as well as the back end bookkeeping. She knew about every little detail.

This knowledge was good for her to have. Without it, she wouldn't have been able to transition into the lead role of the operation after her brother died as a result of a business deal that went sideways in America. She was left with no other choice...she wasn't going to let all of their hard work crumble. Now she ran a tight ship, making sure everything stayed orderly and worked in the way James used to expect it.

Alfie Solomons was a constant thorn in her side. Being that they were in the same line of business, and operating around the same area, they always seemed to clash. James wanted to work with him in the past; and had even gotten close to it, but Alfie's strategy of keeping every avenue open for himself ended in him screwing James over and advancing in a deal with Darby Sabini. Those two were, of course, at odds again...much like (Y/N) and Alfie were. They were always trying to find ways to one-up each other.

Which is why meeting Thomas Shelby - and making an impression on him before Aflie did - excited (Y/N). He could be the avenue that (Y/N) needed to get a leg ahead of the game in London. Now she just had to find a way to make him join her instead of the madman that he was about to have a conversation with.

She could have just barged her way back into the 'bakery', but no. She wanted to make sure that this move was well calculated.

——

"Thank you, Marcel," (Y/N) thanked her driver as he offered her his arm for an escort to the event's main doors.

"You're welcome, Miss. (Y/L/N)," he nodded before he stopped and let her walk through the doors on her own.

The music was already in full swing as she made her way into the event hall's main room. Tables were strewn about with drinks and food on either side and a large, open space designated for a dance floor was situated up by the band. (Y/N) glanced around the room, looking for familiar faces, before she decided to make her way over to the drinks for a flute of champagne.

She took a sip from it then as she looked around the room once more, trying to find the man she knew would be in attendance; despite the fact that he absolutely despised these types of events. After a few minutes of searching, she was able to pick him out. It wasn't that hard...he stuck out like a sore thumb, sitting at his table with an unamused look on his face while the other partygoers mingled around him.

A grin formed on her face as she began walking a straight line in his direction. She was halfway there when he noticed her, making him noticeably exhale a sigh. Seeing his reaction only made her grin grow. "I see that you still don't like these functions," she spoke first as she arrived at his table.

"I see you're still in the habit of attempting to converse with people who are uninterested," he quipped back, raising his eyebrows as he looked up at her, a disinterested look on his face.

"You stick out like a sore thumb here...who in their right mind would want to do business with you?" she couldn't help but carry on, taking every chance she could to throw a dig at him.

"See there...there's where you're wrong. You see, those who want to do business with me wouldn't be frolicking around this fucking dance floor," he told her, nodding to the dancing people to accentuate his point.

"And yet you've decided to still attend the event."

"Easy fucking business, is what this event is," he countered, making her scoff and shake her head.

"You've not conned me into working with you," she pointed out.

"There's good reason behind that, you know...yeah, maybe it's because I don't want to fucking work with you," Alfie suggested another way of looking at it.

"You seemed interested until Sabini showed up," (Y/N) didn't back down from the situation, "how is Darby, by the way?" a ghost of a grin formed on her face as she asked the question. Alfie pressed his lips together in a thin line at the mention of the man he once worked with. "You could have had it good with me, Alfie...but you decided to fuck all of that over by going into a deal with the Italians," she reminded him, a knowing smirk now present.

"I know you didn't come for fucking reminders, yeah, so what is it that you're here for, hmm?" Alfie decided to change the topic once he realized he was on the losing end of it.

"The same as everyone else," she answered, clasping her hands together behind her back as she turned to survey the crowd, "networking, building relationships...just general business," she continued, hoping to spot who she was looking for in the crowd. It took her a few moments, but she did and to her luck, he was looking at her as well. A slight grin formed on her face as it became evident he'd spotted her. "And I've invited someone," she said, watching as Tommy approached her. She waited until he was a few steps away, and clearly in Alfie's line of view, until she addressed him: "Tommy! I'm so glad you were able to make it!" she greeted him, a smile on her face.

"Thank you for the invite," Tommy said to (Y/N) before he turned his attention to the man sitting at the table, "good evening, Alfie," he greeted him with a nod.

"Yeah, it is," Alfie answered, shock still apparent in his face, "or rather it was...fuckin' hell, mate, she's got to you too?" he couldn't help but voice his surprise.

"I have," (Y/N) was able to answer before Tommy could, a smug smirk present on her face, "met him before you, actually...right after I left your building the other day."

"And you've decided to work with her?" Alfie posed a question to Tommy, "that meeting was a bunch of horseshit and a waste of my time then, wasn't it?"

"No, Alfie..." Tommy answered, shaking his head.

Alfie spoke again before Tommy had the chance to continue, "then why entertain her ideas, hmm? Because to me it looks like you've got your fucking mind made up," he pointed out, gesturing between the two of them.

"I came here to hear her side," Tommy explained his reason for being present.

"Go on then," Alfie responded, waving them off like he was some child that wasn't getting his way, "but let me make myself fucking clear first...you go on and work with her, it's fucking over. You've chosen that over what we've spoken about, there won't be another go of it when she decides to fuck you over," he explained to Tommy, his voice pointed and eyebrows raised.

I could be saying the same of you, (Y/N) wanted to say back to Alfie, but instead she bit on her cheek. It wasn't worth having another blow up in public...not when she was so sure that she had Tommy right where she wanted him. "Shall we go and talk, Tommy?" she asked the man standing across from her.

"Join me on the dance floor?" he responded to her question with one of his own, his hand extended to her. (Y/N) glanced down at it as a smirk formed on her face. Alfie must've been fuming inside watching this interaction go down. She loved it.

"I'd be happy to," she answered him, placing her hand in his so that he could lead her out to the floor. They assumed the appropriate position once they found an open space. (Y/N) didn't wait long to get into what they were meaning to talk about: "so I take it you've put some thought into what I've offered?" she asked him as they danced.

"I have," he nodded, his expression not explicitly giving anything away.

"And?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised.

"I'm interested," he gave another short reply. That didn't matter to (Y/N) though...even a nod would have told her exactly what she wanted to hear.

"You want to move forward with the deal?"

"Yes."

"Why do it out here?" she couldn't help but question.

"Figured I'd keep it under wraps for now...let you be the one who breaks the news," he gave her his reason before a grin formed on his face, "and I wanted to take the opportunity to share a dance with you," he admitted, his words making (Y/N)'s cheeks heat up.

"I've heard bad things about you, Mr. Shelby," she said to him, hoping that her reaction to his previous statement would stay hidden.

"Likewise," he countered with the same sentiment.

"You have?" she feigned surprise, "well I'd advise you not to believe them," she finished her statement, grinning at him.

"I think I'll make my own decisions about you...assuming I'd get to know you better," he told her, his grin matching hers.

"So long as you decide to work with me instead of Solomons, you can get to know me as well as you'd like," she said to him, her voice dipping into a sultry tone.

"Noted," he nodded, his eyes roving over her features.

The two continued to dance once the main section of their conversation was finished. (Y/N) couldn't deny that this man was handsome. She was attracted to the confident air that was present around him, and wanted nothing more than to be able to jump into, and get lost in, the oceans that were his blue eyes. Having him by her side could help her in more ways than one.

"Are you staying somewhere tonight?" she decided to ask the question that was burning in the back of her mind.

"I'm not," he answered, searching her eyes as he spoke, feeling pleased when he caught the knowing glint in them. He knew what she was getting at, and if he was being honest, he wanted that too.

"Maybe we should celebrate the start of what will be a successful business deal?" she suggested, the glint growing more apparent with each word she spoke.

"I like the sound of that," Tommy agreed with her.

The two decided to end their dance there, and separated to go and mix about the party for some more time while eagerly waiting for the ideal moment to exit the event together. Alfie was left to his own devices for the rest of the evening at the table he was occupying while his rival and the man he thought he'd be able to work with went off and celebrated the beginning of a partnership; one that may or may not have had a few more avenues of interest than the partnership that he was offering.

——

"You went and fucking did it then, mate...didn't you?" Alfie asked the man sitting across from him, trying to keep his anger to a minimum.

"What have I done?" Tommy asked for him to elaborate.

"You went and fucking danced with the devil, and you did it not thinking that I would notice," Alfie was happy to tell him exactly what had been done, "you've made the wrong move."

"I'm doing what's best for business," Tommy stayed brief, clocking the other man's anger, trying not to smirk at the fact that he so clearly was getting on Alfie’s nerves.

"Best for business..." Alfie grumbled under his breath, scoffing at the words, "you shouldn't trust a word that comes out of her mouth, mate," he gave a warning, sitting forward in his chair so that he could lean against the desk he was behind, "she'll fuck you over...take everything you own and then leave you behind before you knew what in the fuck even happened."

Tommy exhaled a slight snort at what Alfie said. He let the smirk teeter on his lips for a few silent seconds before he responded, "she's told me the same about you, Alfie. Said you'll play every angle in order to get something for yourself."

"Because that's what business fucking is! Now why would I go into a fucking deal without there being something in it for me? That's fucking preposterous thinking!" Alfie couldn't help but raise his voice.

Tommy stayed level-headed despite the man wanting to get a rise out of him. His grin grew even more knowing he was pushing the right buttons to a reaction. "So what she's said is right," he commented on the response Alfie gave.

"Well I guess it fucking is then, idn't it?" Alfie responded, his voice level again, "you'll see you've made the wrong decision, but there won't be nothin' left here to come back to."

"I'll take those chances," Tommy began as he stood up from his chair, "thank you for your time, Alfie," he said as he made his way to the door of the office, not even waiting for a response before he began to walk to the exit.

Alfie shook his head as he lifted his hat from it, setting it down on the desk before he clasped his hands together and rested his chin on top of them.

Although the fact that he just lost business irked him, he knew that nothing good could come from dancing with the devil. However, he wasn't sure if two devils dancing with each other would level the playing field and cancel each other out. Only time would tell of how things fared out in the end.

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Hello how are you? I'm going to request an imagine from Morpheus interested in Lucifer's twin sister, in the imagine Morpheus will get the bag of sand that was with Johanna and the reader was with her since they are very good friends, and the reader offers to go with Morpheus to the hell with him, he accepts since he wants to spend more time with her, reader being lucifer's twin having the title of star of the night she and lucifer have the same powers because they are twins she is still in heaven being an archangel when lucifer went to hell she keeps visiting him, reader and lucifer have a great relationship

Harbinger Of The Dusk

Dream of the Endless x Angel!Reader

Summary: After a century of being apart from your love, you meet again with the help of Constantine and accompany him to retrieve his lost item from your twin's domain.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: fem!reader, simp!dream, beloved!lucifer, some hurt/comfort, typos, etc.

Part 2 kinda "Holy"

A/N: the rest of your asks is below the cut! Yes hello nonnie. Its been ages HAHAH but i am well. As well as someone doing their finals is HAHAHHA. Tbh i remember i was really excited when i got this ask cos its so fresh and i love Gwendoline christie sm that i began writing it straight away but then it died 💀 BUT THEN i read the sandman comics in our school library and felt a really strong desire to write for dream and include hell somehow THEN I REMEMBERED THIS REQ and fell in love with your idea all over again so im using your req to scratch both our itches <3 <3 although I will say since then, my image of the ruler of hell has changed dramatically after reading the comics. by the time i wrote in lulu, it was comic!lucifer in my head and not gwen. still referred to lightbringer with fem pronouns <3 cos why not. this was a treat to write in all honesty, so i hope you like this nonnie <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx

Dream was tired, fatigued, completely and wholly exhausted. He barely made it back to the Dreaming, only to see it in rubble and ruins. At this point, he was, too, falling apart.

But then Lucienne appeared, Lucienne appeared and reached out to him and then suddenly, he couldn't fall apart; he wouldn't.

He knew what he had to do, what he had to do for himself, for Lucienne, for the Dreaming.

And so he spoke to the Fates, and now here he was, with this occultist detective, Johanna Constantine, who had woken up from a bad dream.

She shoots awake, clutching her chest. She pushes back into her bed when he catches Dream's nearing figure, "Constantine."

"Stay back! I'm warning you!" she shouts, pointing a finger.

Dream, although unappreciative of her authoritative words, allows her the courtesy of catching her breath and wits, as she was still reeling from her nightmare.

"I am Lord Morpheus, Shaper of Forms, King of Dreams and Nightmares, Prince of Stories, Dream of the Endless."

Johanna makes a face as she heaves. She relaxes suddenly, as if deciding he was no longer a threat to him, though he broke into her apartment, "wait, Dream of the Endless? That's you?"

"Indeed."

She huffs, leaning against her pillow, "huh, how'd you get out?"

Dream stiffens. Johanna awaits his response. She does not get one.

She decides to ask another question, "does this mean I'll be sleeping better now?"

Dream does not reply this time either, but Johanna does; she responds to herself, "well of course not, Johanna, people like you don't sleep well."

Finally, Dream speaks, "how do you know of this?"

Johanna turns to Dream. She raises a brow, "about me not sleeping well? Well, duh, it's me that-"

"About my imprisonment?" Dream cuts her off coldly.

Johanna clamps her lips together upon hearing this. She watches him for a moment. She sniffles and crosses her arms, "her."

"... her?" Dream slowly repeats.

She nods, "her."

When the woman does not clarify or continue, he begins to feel his patience thin and his anger flare. The room begins to darken, his form begins to grow. He was in no mood for cryptic responses.

Johanna had not yet caught on to this, which was why she frivolously thought of adding, "the star of the night."

Dream quickly snaps out of his trance.

Johanna turns to her bed then back to him. She watches as Dream reacts to her words. He looks like he was kicked in the gut. He looks winded. She carefully says, "isn't she your girlfriend?" She narrows her eyes and pushes her blankets off her, "she doesn't get personal, rarely talks about herself in the name of selflessness, but she loves to talk about whom she loved and I can tell-"

"How do you know her?" Dream quips.

Johanna makes a face before she gets off her bed, "she's an angel, I'm an exorcist. It makes sense, no?"

"Where?"

"Where?" Johanna repeats, shaking her head, "where what?"

"Where do you meet her?"

She furrows her brows, "why d'you a-- you want me to take you to-"

"Yes. Take me to her," he quickly responds, "but first, you must help me retrieve something."

After the Endless and the exorcist retrieve the something, that was a bag of sand, Johanna drives them to a home for the aged. It was called Dusk Haven. Immediately, Dream knows this is the right place. He hastily exits the car and stares at the building, wanting nothing more to run inside and look for the angel, but is seemingly unable to move from where he stood.

Johanna steps out of her car and walks over to the Dream King, cocking her head to the side, "come on then."

For a moment, Dream watches before following after her.

I stop what I am doing when I feel a familiar presence near me.

I hear my name get called out and I turn to Margaret, the old lady I had been conversing with, offering her a smile and quick regard as I tell her I must do something.

"Alright, but don't be too long, pretty girl."

I nod, "I will do my best, my dear."

I before I get out of the hallway, I open the door and find Johanna passing by. She turns and blinks, lips parting at the sight of me, cheeks tinting red. I smile, "Constantine."

She stares. I hear her breath hitch. She clears her throat, "Angel."

"My love."

My stomach drops.

I turn and see the face of Dreams. My lips part. I whisper, "my love."

I walk over to him and seal him into a tight hug, feeling my eyes water and my throat and chest constrict in grief and longing, "my dream."

"My angel," he mutters against me, sealing his arms around my form. Dream crumbles into me. I feel him crumble against my form. I feel him release a tight tension in his spine. I feel him relax and find refuse in him. My body calls out to him. I missed him so.

Johanna watches then huffs, "I reckon my work here is done."

Dream's eyes dart to her and he nods once, "yes, thank you, Constantine."

I close my eyes and nuzzle my face into his neck.

She nods, "see ya, Sandman," then walks off.

A few elderly fellows pass us in the hall as we continue to find solace in each other's arms.

"How lovely."

"Get a room!"

"Oh I remember when Gertrude and I-"

"I'm walkin' 'ere."

"Such a stunning girl with such a strange, scrawny boy."

I pull away and take his face in my palms. I trace his cheeks with my thumbs and brush his dark hair out of his face. I inspect every inch of him. He was whole, but he was also not. His face, normally, was angular and bony, but never like this, never.

Dream looks upon me with his hands resting my waist. He allows me to touch him as I please, and while I knew I was always special in this, I knew that he was never too keen on any bold form of affection, as it was not his nature.

"I was forbidden to interfere," I mutter lowly as my hands roam him. I avoid his gaze.

He rubs my back, "I know," he pulls me close, "I know this," he sighs, "I do not fault you for not coming to me."

I look back at him with sorrow, "you must have been greatly distressed," I frown, taking in his sullen form and tired eyes. I have not seen him in such a state. He has taken many forms throughout his life, and though most of them were slender and lean, never did he look so thin or hollow the way he did now.

I blink away my tears, "there has not been a day that I did not want to go to you, Dream."

He places his hands atop mine and leans into my touch, "and there has not been a day I did not want to see you," he leans in and kisses me. I immediately reel him and and deepen our exchange. As our lips and tongue dance together, he briskly pulls away to speak, "to have you touch me lik-"

"GET A ROOM!"

"CALLAGHAN, YOU PUT A SOCK IN IT!"

I pull away from him and turn to the arguing seniors in the hall. I look back at Dream, who leans back into me and clutches my body close. I sigh ands him and lead him down the hall, "perhaps we should get a room, my love."

Dream looks at our joined hands as we exit the home for the aged. He thinks there is a great comfort in knowing that the angel before him is just as honeyed and tender as before, that she lives her life in servitude to others still, that after a century, there is a constant that is the she, the North Star of Dreams.

But he remembers he did not have time for tender honey, though he missed the taste so badly. No time, not at present, "my love."

I stop in my tracks when we get outside and turn to him.

"I do not wish to be parted from you," he starts, stepping close to me, caressing my cheek, "but there are things I must first do."

I knit my brows before I nod, "of course, Dream," I shake my head, "I know you value your duty most of all," I place a hand on his cheek, "and I shall do them with you."

Dream stills as I rub his cheeks. I look at him through my lashes, "I, too, do not wish to be parted from you. I beg that you do not tell me you came only to see me and leave."

He lets out a breath and leans his forehead onto mine. He closes his eyes when I move to kiss him. One I pull away, he speaks out my name. He speaks it with so much reverence I feel my wings flutter from behind its glamour of invisibility.

"I do not mean to deny either of us of each other's company, but you see, my helm has been bartered off to a demon," he pulls away and takes my hand, "I must go to retrieve it in hell, and taking you may cause you quarrel with your blood that I do not wish to happen."

"Oh," I mutter softly, "one of dearest Lucifer's acolytes has your artifact?"

He nods, "it remains to be seen."

"Then do not fear. I shall accompany you to my half's domain."

A line forms between his brows.

I chuckle softly and smoothen the crease on his forehead, "do not trouble yourself with useless worrries, my Dream. You could not cause strife between us that is not already there."

I grab his hand and breath in deeply, allowing myself to take on my truer form. I pull him up as I stretch my dark wings out and begin to rise from the ground, "my sibling is capable of only bearing one grudge against me."

Dream holds onto me as we rise up into the sky. He utters, "not joining her uprising."

"Yes," I clutch him tightly against me, "I am certain though Lightbringer will be most pleased to see me."

And so when we get to hell, Dream and I stand before the gates, awaiting for the keeper to come. Once the wretched thing appears, Squatterbloat, I speak to the demon guard and announce ourselves, "I am the Nightstar, Harbinger of the Dusk, Star of the Night, Bringer of Darkness. With me is Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams, Shaper of Forms, Prince of Stories. We have come to speak with the my blood half, Morningstar, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell."

For a moment, I see the demon is too stunned by my appearance and glory to speak. He begins to chant, "holy, holy-"

"Open the gates, Squatterbloat."

He looks upon me then grins, "an angel of the most high, in hell?" he laughs, "you have fallen to the depths to join our ruler."

I narrow my eyes at him, "do I look felled to you?"

"Your feet touch upon the ground," Squatterbloat says, looking down to my shos.

"What do you know? I live amongst the people, and I am not yet in hell."

"Oh, your glory excites me-"

"Chose your words wisely, or I shall smite you."

He tries to reach out to my form, "oh, holy," his paw raises, "I shall love to defile yo-"

"You will regret attempts," Dream quips with a look of disdain.

I blind him with darkness. The demon yelps.

I rise from the ground look down at the him, "you will find that I will not be ridiculed by a lowly imp."

I watch as Squatterbloat withers away, writhing in pain and confusion. I blink at thw pathetic display then turn to Dream, reaching out to him. He takes my hand and I decide to fly us over the gates instead.

"Is this proper, my love?" Dream mutters as we soar over the damned who wail and lift up their hands, calling out to me for deliverance.

I make an annoyed sound, "I will soon destroy the abominations here if we interact with them any more. The ruler of hell would surely appreciate that less."

Dream does not argue, "very well, my love."

When we descend into the heart of hell. I release Dream and prop him down on his feet, but I, myself, do not touch my feet upon the stone. I would both be desecrating myself and my beloved's domain by doing do.

"Lightbringer," Dream calls out, "Morningstar! I call upon you."

There is a crash.

"WHO IS THERE? WHO INSULTS ME BY ENTERING MY DWELLING WITHOUT-" the ruler of hell stops when she gazes upon me. The Fallen blinks, "ah," she releases a breath and smiles, raising her arms out to me, "sister."

I smile back, "my half."

I soar over to Lucifer, placing my hands upon her face. We kiss and I take in her appearance. She looks well. "It is wonderful to see you, beloved"

She nods, "it is wonderful to see you."

There is a groan from the side.

Mazikeen looks up at me and gawks at my form. I turn to her and her half-rotten from, and smile, "greetings, Mazikeen."

She mumbles a garbled greeting in response, eyes wide in wonder of my figure and cloak of holy darkness.

Lucifer turns to Dream, "why have you brought an Endless with you, beloved?"

I turn to Lucifer then to Dream, "there is something that he wishes to retrieve from a demon."

Lucifer crosses her arms and tilts her head, "ah, I see. The Endless has been bested by one of my children."

"I am not bested, Morningstar," Dream speaks, "I was imprisoned for a century and with that time, my helm was taken and traded to a demon."

My twin purses her lips, "I see," she waves a hand, "do not dawdle then, Dream of the Endless, speak the name of the demon and I shall call upon them."

Lucifer and I look at him.

Mazikeen hisses when her hand burns when she tries to touch me.

We turn to her.

"Mazikeen!" Lucifer scolds.

Mazikeen apologizes, pulling back. I look at her as she clutches her rotting arm that was now further mangled.

"I do not know the name of the demon," Dream replies.

"I see," Lucifer repeats, "then we shall call upon them all."

The demons, djinns, damned, and all clamor at the foot of the stronghold. Dream and I walk to the edge, looking out the opening, beholding the view before us. I look out to them as they see my form and praise and curse me all at once. I feel revulsion, a thick bile rise up my throat. I spit it out my side.

Lucifer walks next to me, laughing lowly, "you insult me, my blood."

I turn to her and offer a half-sympathetic look, "it is my nature. Do not be insulted."

Dream looks upon the pit and tries to make out one who has his helm. He listens to them and their dreams. He cannot isolate the cries. He pulls out his bag of sand and scoops a clump, breathing out to it, causing it to flurry over the entities. It then summons the demon that has his artifact.

With a whiff of sand, the demon is brought before us.

"Choronzon," my twin and I speak at the same time.

"My Lord," he bows to my twin. When he turns to me, he falls onto his hands and knees, "my- my-" he starts and tries to lift his eyes, but he cannot look upon my form. Choronzon turns away and shields himself, "I- how may I serve?"

Lucifer watches as Choronzon retreats me. Once he is far and look back at her, she points, "the Dream King wishes to retrieve something from you."

"Greetings, Choronzon," Dream addresses.

Choronzon, now turned away from me, regains composure, "Dream King." He grins.

"I have come to retrieve the helm that was stolen from me."

He grins even wider, sharp teeth laced with malevolence, "stolen? Me?" he places a hand on his chest, "you flatter me too greatly."

"I do not speak to flatter you," Dream retorts.

Choronzon laughs and licks his hand, wiping the side of his head. He basks in self-indulgence.

"Well, have you the helm, demon?" I call, narrowing my eyes upon his disgusting form.

He cannot bare to look at me but he replies, "I don't know of a helm."

"You cannot deceive us," my twin and I speak in unison once again.

Choronzon turns to his master, evading me, "right. My liege, the helm is in my clutch after I traded with something. It is mine. I have broken no laws of hell in gaining it," he turns to Dream, "it's mine."

"Very well," Lucifer says, turning to the Endless as well, "what say you, Dream? I shall not assert myself to a child that has kept my laws."

Choronzon is smug. Dream tilts his head at the demon, "it is not yours to keep, just as it was not something to have been traded for."

Choronzon shrugs then smiles, "then you challenge me?"

I scoff.

Lucifer's lips curl.

Mazikeen watches.

Dream scowls. He thinks about his condition, and how he was not yet strong enough to fight. I watch him, feeling the agitation rise around him. We all can sense it. I knit my brows when he finishes debating and states, "very well."

Choronzon beams.

"No," clatters a sword, "I disagree, demon," I announce, pointing my blade upon his neck. I take my full angel form, stretching my wings. It glitters with darkness as I hover above the creature.

Choronzon shrieks and topples back, the mere presence of my weapon overpowering him already.

"MASTER!" Choronzon calls as he shields himself from me, turning to my sibling for aid.

I press nearer with a look of fury.

Lucifer looks upon her demon and his pathetic form on the ground and watches him shrivel. She crosses her arms while doing so.

"You will soon perish if you do not release what you hoard, Choronzon," my voice echoes and my eyes blaze with darkness, "I will smite you that none of your vileness shall remain, as though it never was. Is that what you wish, deceitful creature?"

"MASTER!" Choronzon calls, screwing his eyes shut until he is at the edge of the room.

Dream gazes at the demon curling up in terror.

The miscreant calls out master again.

"She asks you a question, dear Choronzon," Lucifer says, "do you wish to see the power of the one favored by most high?"

"NO!"

Lucifer raises her hands and shrugs, "then you know what you must do."

Choronzon immediately brings out the helm and throws it away with desperation, "MERCY!"

I pull back and mellow my form, allowing my weapon to dissipate into the air, "this is not mercy, demon."

Lucifer nears Choronzon as he shivers. He reaches out to her garments and cries out, "master-"

"I am sorely displeased with you," she says, looking out to her people, "where are the twins Agony and Ecstasy? Take him away."

Choronzon screeches as he is taken away. He begs all the way down.

Dream picks up his artifact and finds himself sighing in relief.

Lucifer turns from Choronzon with a blank expression, watching as he is dragged away in chains, to me, lips turning into a frown, "that was hardly fair, my half."

I turn to her and shake my head, "I am incapable of hardly fair, beloved. You know this."

"I know this," Lucifer sighs. She looks to Dream as he puts his helm on, "and you. You use my beloved as leverage to beseech me. You have acted most wrongly."

"I did not wish to bring her with me, but you will find that she insisted," Dream says, reaching out to me. I move towards him and take his had.

"Thank you, Lightbringer," Dream nods in regard.

Lucifer scoffs, "thank me?" She laughs, "so you have your helm. Tell me, then, why I should not keep you here?"

I furrow my brows at her look of anger, "my half-"

Lucifer raises a finger. I hold my tongue.

Dream looks upon at her as she walks over with a grimace.

I watch as she stares him down.

"Well?" she imposes, "can you not think of one good reason for me to release you? Or will you use my half as leverage again?"

"An Endless has no place in hell."

Lucifer's lips curl, "and yet you see, you have no power here. It is not by your own power that you have come, and I will not allow you insult me further by using my sister as your chaperon."

I look at Dream, tightening my grip upon him, wanting nothing more than to speak on his behalf in this moment.

He is silent for a long moment

She grins, pleased with herself for besting Dream of the Endless.

Seeing her like this makes my stomach roll. My heart aches at sight of her unquenchable thirst for power. I begin to recall her fall I feel my eyes water at her self-importance. She wounds me deeply

Lucifer catches my express but offers me no pity nor remorse. Instead she raises her nose with arrogance and asserts, "you shall not take him out, beloved. I will hound him, if you do."

"But he is set to rebuild his own domain," I mutter through tears, "you will not keep him here, devil."

"Then he shall give me reason not to, angel."

Dream turns to me and wipes away my tears, "reason?" he starts, "power? You say I have no power here, but tell me," he turns to Lucifer, "what then would be hell without its dreams?"

My half throws her head back and laughs, "hell has no need for dreams, Dream King."

"No?" Dream pulls me towards him, "so I ask," he turns to the legion of damned, "what would hell be if it could not dream of heaven?"

I lift up my eyes to Dream.

Lucifer stills.

I look at my beloved lover then my beloved sibling. I wipe tears.

I feel a fury bubble from within my half. It tears at me. It makes my face harden. It guts me.

It was plain to see that Dream had given reason.

"Come, my love," Dream mutters softly, leading me off as he began go walk away, "let us leave this place."

I nod and allow Dream reel me away like a ballon. I give ruler of hell one last look, "farewell, beloved."

Lucifer glares then turns away.

Dream and I navigate hell as he walks and I float. The damned part for us to give us clear passage.

Lucifer watches, looking down upon her domain, tears streaking down her face, "one day, we shall destroy you."

[peach-and-bugs]

That is very good, feeling extremely gay is the best.

While I'm here (since I was gonna request this last night/yesterday but I fell asleep), do you have any thoughts/head cannons on Adult!Yellow Jackets (whether you include cannon adult YJ's by themselves or as well as the others that died ((Jackie, Laura Lee etc)) is up to you) as parents/how they are around kids.

Just a thought, since Mama Lottie is the only thing I've been able to think about for weeks and I'm super excited for chapter 2 (no pressure on releasing it of course), and thought this would be cool.

If not don't worry I'll 100% understand if you don't xxx

-🐝

Oh my gosh, this is absolutely perfect for me, thank you so much for asking me to ramble about the girls as moms/aunts. It's my favorite thing to think about. Some of these will expand upon what I said in my SFW alphabet

Yellowjackets as parents/with kids

tw: food shame/judgment with Jackie religious themes with Laura Lee (all positive endings)

Jackie

✰ Jackie had a very strict upbringing to me. She was obsessed with being perceived as perfect and model all the time and I can only assume that was instigated by her parents (mostly her mother)

✰ She seems like the type to have kids, but she's always trying to improve upon how she grew up because she knows how that pressure feels and doesn't want that for her kids

✰ For whatever reason, I see her as a girl mom whose last kid is surprisingly a boy and she's thrown for a loop because she's so used to having girls, and having a boy is suddenly so different

✰ but as a girl mom, she tries to be really open for her daughters. She wants them to see her as just a normal person because that's how they'll then look at themselves. She's also that mom on holidays or family gatherings that lets her kids have control over what they eat

✰ I headcanon her mom was one of those almond moms who was always talking about what Jackie was eating or looked like and she's not gonna let that happen to her girls. She wants them to have a positive relationship with food from the start so they don't have to learn it like she did. She's opening up the pumpkin pie at thanksgiving before dinner is served and giving each of her kids a slice and noone can stop her

Laura Lee

✰ Laura Lee is still very involved in her church and faith in her adulthood and I can see her wanting that for her children too, but she makes it very clear that that faith for them doesn't need to be strictly Christianity. I think she'd probably take them to church when they're little, but she'd be really open to letting her kids know if that's not something they want, they can tell her they no longer want to go

✰ I can perfectly envision her as one of those moms at pride with the free mom hugs shirt on and proudly holding up her sign about how god made everyone beautiful as they are. She's also taking in any kid who needs a roof over their head and a hot meal, no questions asked

✰ I see her wanting to fully or partially home-schooling her kids. Can't really explain why, but it feels fitting

Lottie

✰ We already know a lot of how I look at Lottie as a mom, given my mama!Lottie tag and fic, Bean Sprout, but I'll never skip an opportunity to gush about her more!

✰ she's the epitome of the crunchy granola mom who's taking her kid out to the garden with her, encouraging them to dig in the dirt in their rain boots and overalls to find worms and other bugs and taking them on hikes with the dog. She's got her kid and her dog with her all the time.

✰ She's the kind of mom who wants her kid to try everything at least once, but not in a pushy way. She thinks it extremely important for confidence development that her kid knows that it's ok to try and fail because you can always get right back up again

✰ She's also really good with other people's kids. She likes watching the way kids think and the best way to see and understand that is by getting to know them on their level

Misty

✰ Misty's awkward around everyone, and that extends to kids as well, but she's a little better with kids than she is with adults. She babysat back when she was a teenager, so she still knows a thing or two

✰ part of me can see her as a mom while another part of me doesn't. I think had the crash not happened, she'd be more likely to have or adopt a kid of her own, but in the crash timeline that feels far less likely

✰ that or it's a situation where she thought she wanted to be a mom when she was growing up because "that's what everyone wants" but as she gets older she realizes that no, she really doesn't want to be a parent

✰ but I do think she enjoys being around children to some degree due to her babysitting days

Natalie

✰ So Natalie is an interesting one because my immediate reaction is always no, in no world does she like kids, but then I remember that she's actually pretty chill with kids and we see that when she goes to Kevin's son's soccer game

✰ In no way do I think she'd have a kid of her own, but she can definitely be the favorite aunt, that's for sure. She's gonna teach her friend's kids about the reality of the world, maybe how to get away with some very petty crime (but if they actually do it, she'll be pissed) and she's gonna go and take them to do the things they aren't supposed to, like getting sweets before dinner

Shauna

✰ I think Shauna prefers younger kids. She's definitely having a hard time with Callie and the teen years, but based on how she talks about Callie when she was younger, she enjoyed the younger days

✰ She seems like one of those moms who had trouble making other mom friends, but it's alright because she's go her little girl keeping her company

✰ I feel like Callie was her little mini-me, which makes her growing up harder

✰ she's definitely one of those moms who kept a baby journal when she was pregnant, writing to her baby nearly every day and she managed to keep it up throughout a good chunk of her childhood. she's planning to give it to Callie when she graduates high school

Taissa

✰ Tai gives me the vibe that having a kid wasn't something she initially considered when she was making her life plan, but now that she has Sammy she'd never go back

✰ I'm really hoping we get Sammy and Taissa again in season 3 because when she's in a good space and caring for herself she really is a good and caring mother, and it made me sad to lose that completely in season 2

✰ I personally think Samone carried Sammy and Tai stayed by her the whole time, making sure her wife got the best care she possibly could when they were in labor. After he was born and she got to hold him, she got this overwhelming feeling realizing that yeah, she's a mom now and this is her little guy to take care of

✰ she's definitely an only-child mom to me. I don't personally see her wanting another kid. can't really explain why on that one

Van

✰ Very much like Natalie, Van gives off chill aunt or step-parent energy to me. I don't see her having kids of her own, but she's definitely really good with kids. The only way I see her as a mom is if she gets into a relationship with someone who's already got a kid

✰ She'd be willing to babysit her friend's kids as Aunt Van and she loves hosting them at her house for sleepovers. Breakfast is always fun at the Palmer house, and it's guaranteed to be very sugary

✰ I mentioned it before, but I can imagine her hosting summer parties in her backyard and grilling lunch with a bunch of kids running around playing with water balloons and squirt guns

✰ she's definitely got a box or closet full of cool toys for when she has kids visit. She also loves teaching them about the movies she liked growing up and taking them out on all kinds of outings

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To Build A Home (Part Ten: Final)

Final: How to build a home

Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox Hybrid! Reader

Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook

Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU

Summary: You figure out the world's little secret.

Word count: 16.7k (i’m so sorry)

Tags/ warnings: fluff, minimal angst, comfort/ healing, lots and lots of people in love, smut (three scenes) which include: unprotected sex, she's on birth-control which isn't mentioned (safe sex is cool-remember that), creampies, spit used for various things, handjobs, oral (f. receiving), fingering, implied rimming, manhandling, thigh fucking, cum play, double penetration, belly bulge, knotting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, size kink, dom/sub undertones, spanking, doggy, squirting, dick riding, pre-negotiated safe-words/ boundaries, mild breeding kink, slight dumbification/ slight degradation, cum eating kinda i guess.

Notes: i can't believe i said soft smut in the last chapter... this is also my first time writing anything like this so feedback is welcome! part of one end scene references something in the first drabble i wrote about the m/c and jin, i don't think its necessary to read it but for context it may help.

i also have an extra scene that i'll post that i had to cut out of this chapter because it was starting to get long, called: 'the old man and his wife' which just needs to be edited.

and finally: i want to to thank everyone that's kept up with this fic, i've enjoyed watching familiar usernames popup in my notifications and to everyone that's sent in an ask or commented telling me how much they've enjoyed the series or specific scenes they liked, i sincerely hope you live the best life. i'll continue to work hard on my other works and hope you can all enjoy them just as much as you've liked TBAH!! and my inbox is open to all of you lovelies if you ever just want to chat or requests or anything really!! I hope you're all healthy and happy :D

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extra scene : the old man and his wife

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“Can’t sleep?” Jimin whispers into the silence of his bedroom.

You lightly shake your head, wary that if you moved too much, you’d wake up Taehyung who was clinging to your tails like a lifeline. And you can only wonder how Jimin knew you were still awake. You wanted to ask him the same question, but the words felt like tacky treacle clinging to your tongue.

It had been two weeks since you’d gotten home, the dull throb of what used to be your tail was no longer there. But sometimes when you were left alone, or like now—in the silence of the night with nothing but your friends’ soft breathing as your company, you could still feel it ache. In your mind you felt like you were being dramatic, that you could feel the lost weight of one of your tails. No one treated you any differently, if anything everyone became a tiny bit clingier, scared that you’d vanish if they ever let you go; a little frantic when you were out of their sights for an extended period of time.

Jimin hums, and you hear him shuffle before his hand softly brushes your hair from your eyes. You close them, hybrid ears twitching as his fingers skim the base where they moulded into your scalp.

You’d like to believe that you were okay, that you weren’t still scared and constantly on edge even in the safety of your own home. You hadn’t stepped outside since you’d gotten back from the hospital, even sitting in the garden was a quick affair, where you’d ask Taehyung to at least sit in the summer house with you. (Which he would always accept, his brows furrowing in worry). You’d seen an article written about the incident online by one of the activists that had helped that day, Hyerin had called asking if you had read it and if you were okay. Worried that you didn’t want your face plastered on an article that had been read by thousands at that point; Jungkook would tell you how the numbers would continue to climb each time he refreshed the page.

You’d told her they didn’t have to take it down; you hadn’t read it and you never planned to scroll past the title and first picture, but if it was informative and showed people the inhumane way hybrids were treated then you didn’t mind if it was publicised. You supposed the more aware people were, the better, even if it meant shedding layers of protection, vulnerable before the eyes of what you can only assume to be hundreds of thousands of faceless people sat on the other side of a screen.

A week after you got home, you’d asked Namjoon and Yoongi to move in with the rest of you. They spent most of their time here anyways, and instead of coming to visit after work and driving home gone midnight they might as well move in. You’d assured them they shouldn’t pressure themselves to make such a big decision and they had no obligation to move in with you, but they were both overjoyed. (You thought you saw a tear or two in Yoongi’s eyes)

They’d both taken a few weeks off work, ready to move their stuff into your home. And slowly everyone had started to fall into a routine over the last few days.

Like any other day, yesterday had started off like the rest; that was until you had skipped upstairs to call Yoongi for lunch.

He had been cleaning his bathroom, and the smell of bleach had flung you into a full-blown panic attack. The producer had been stunned; never having seen you break down so quickly. He worried you would pass out with how quick you were breathing, your chocked sobs flinging him into action. When he asked later, sat at the foot of your bed as you lay there exhausted, you’d told him you didn’t remember it happening. He asked if you remembered Jin coming up and helping and you just shook your head. And then he asked if you remember the other few times you’d panicked over the last week and you’d just looked at him, confused. Because you couldn’t remember.

Jin had asked you last night if you really didn’t remember the evenings where he would startle awake because you’d thrown up or cried until you passed out. He assured you it was nothing to be embarrassed about, that you could tell him anything, but you were genuinely confused because you had no recollection of any of those things happening. The only semblance of those events happening were your drained body and sore throat the coming mornings.

You’d like to think you were strong, that such a common cause of pain—one that so many of your own people faced, wouldn’t affect you as badly as it has. You like to think that because you knew what to expect in those few days that everything would be fine. And you hated to admit that it wasn’t.

You didn’t want to be a burden, didn’t want the pain of those few days to drag on because you were exhausted. Even when sleeping your mind never seemed to fully shut down, you always wondered why even with 10 hours of sleep you were still exhausted in the morning. Dragging your feet out of bed, only to crash on the couch beside Yoongi and sleep the rest of the morning away.

Taehyung had found you the next evening, rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Silently watching as you swallowed a sleeping pill. It had gotten to the point you would do anything just for a decent night’s sleep, just a few hours where you dreamt of nothing, dead to the world; even if that meant relying on tiny little pills in daunting little bottles that stood out like a sore thumb in the bathroom cabinet beside the pink first aid kit and dull boxes of painkillers.

You’d frozen upon seeing him, palms starting to sweat like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Technically you hadn’t, but it was the vulnerability of the situation that seemed to put you on edge. A fleeting moment of weakness from you when you acted like your life was peachy, like you were okay. And you could only pray that he wouldn’t ask where you’d gotten the small pills from, unsure Hyerin would be able to ward off the wolf if he got mad.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, simply outstretching his hand for you to take. You wipe your sweaty palms on your shirt, heartbeat slowly quietening in your ears as you realise, he wasn’t mad, nor did he seem disappointed.

He doesn’t say anything to Jungkook who lazily scrolls through his phone on Taehyung’s bed, simply motioning for you to lay down next to the fox.

You flop back onto the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling, moments away from the sleeping pills kicking in. You start to feel drowsy, body finally taking a well-deserved, and well-needed rest.

Jungkook looks over at Taehyung with a raised brow, the wolf waving him off as he flicks the light on in the bathroom.

They’d all noticed your lack of energy, all noticed how you would try to delay bedtime. Claiming to be on a good page in a book, or you wanted to watch the sequel to a movie they knew you found boring. They’d noticed your hybrid ears that would flicker from the smallest sound, how you’d brush them off when they asked if you were okay, blaming your animal instincts. None of them were insulted that you seemed to think they were oblivious to what you were trying to do, if anything disappointed in themselves; feeling as though maybe you didn’t trust them enough to confide in them during such a hard time.

Jungkook only watches as you curl up by his side, tongue peeking through his lips to wet them as the tap runs in the bathroom; Taehyung brushing his teeth. He asks the grey wolf what had happened, sensing the elder’s mood was worse than it had been before he’d left the room to go and get you.

What was meant to be a fun movie night was suddenly cut short with you dozing off to sleep minutes after your head hit the pillow and Taehyung occasionally frowning at you as you clung to Jungkook’s side.

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Six months after the incident you’d realised healing wasn’t a fast process. It was gruelling, and hard and so extremely frustrating.

Healing was never going to be an overnight process; you were never going to wake up days after coming home and feel… normal. And that frustrated you, because why couldn’t you just move on from what had happened over those few days? You felt as though you were walking up a never-ending staircase, the door to freedom on the tips of your fingers, but the climb to the top seemed to stretch on the further you went.

Reflecting on your life had always seemed somewhat awkward; taking time out of your day to just think about your life and how you were living it, but over recent months you found yourself looking back on the past, picking apart the moments of genuine happiness; whittling down events until you could pin-point exactly where everything had started to go wrong.

Maybe your healing should have started years ago when your owner died, instead you chose to blow out the flame of anguish and pretend you weren’t hurting inside. Maybe the event from months ago had finally pushed you over the edge, the final push you needed to start new; start on an empty slate and rebuild your life, one where you’re happier.

And maybe healing was the foundation of this. The first few steppingstones to rebuilding your happiness.

However, it was frustrating. How hard trying to heal yourself was; it felt as though you’d progress miles only to be flung back to the start of the race, the finish line so far away. And you were exhausted, utterly exhausted of being so on edge, always looking over your shoulder when you’d go out, and cowering behind someone in the kitchen when the doorbell would trill throughout the house.

You’d become so reliant on sleeping pills and anxiety-meds you felt like your own life was crumbling before your own eyes. Crumbling between your family’s fingers, like sand as they tried over and over to help you process your own fickle emotions.

Reflecting on your life had become an easy pastime, your memories playing like an awfully scripted movie behind your eyelids as you lay in bed, wishing you could turn back time to when everything was okay. When you were naïve, uncaring of the real world and all its problems because you had Jin by your side and your owner keeping the two of you safe. Some may argue that’s ignorance, and you wouldn’t deny it because that’s exactly what it was. And no matter how overused the term ‘ignorance is bliss’ may be used, it was true. You were happiest when you were an ignorant child that had no care or knowledge of the world and its big problems.

And by no means did you want to become an ignorant human being; people must grow up at some point and you are no longer the naïve little person you once were. You can be well versed in the world while still being happy. You can try to create change while still being happy. Finding happiness as an adult is always going to be different than when you are small, you can still be responsible and happy; so, it felt a little desolate comparing the past of your happiness to looking at the future and building up that same bubbly feeling.

You’d started to wonder how much would change if you and Jin had gone against your master’s wishes and helped more around the house when he was clearly too ill to work. You wondered if you saved up your monthly allowance and paid for the best medical care your city offered, would he still be alive? Would you and Jin live your lives as a three, the perfect little family you’d always dreamt of as a child. Fantasising about having what seemed so far out of reach, only for the world to bless you, handing Seokjin and your owner on a silver platter. Only for the universe to drag one of them away from you too soon.

If your owner lived you probably wouldn’t have met Taehyung, or Jungkook. You would have never stumbled across Namjoon on that rainy afternoon, and you would have never known Yoongi existed; maybe finding him online, liking the songs he produced but that was as far as your knowledge of him would be. If you hadn’t met Taehyung, Hoseok would have been another pitiful case that worked hard to earn their stay in the restaurant. And maybe Jimin wouldn’t have stumbled into your garden, you doubted he would have stolen from you with a human in the house.

You felt guilty, imagining a life without the people you’ve come to love so much. Each day the 8 of you learning new things about each other. Falling deeper and deeper into the bliss of love and adoration for one another.

You’d seen the way Hoseok would linger by Yoongi’s side. The older producer uncaring as Hoseok clung onto him while cooking. How Jungkook and Taehyung had stopped bickering constantly, hands on thighs, never keeping them to themselves, or prolonged gazing across the room that always ended up with them sneaking off into a bedroom when they thought no one was looking. Always in each other’s little bubble.

And if you caught Jin and Namjoon kissing in the kitchen late one evening, you didn’t say anything until said fox came to bed with flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips that stretched into the biggest smile when he gushed about how perfect of a man Namjoon was.

You felt guilty when you imagined a life without the others. You didn’t know what sort of relationship you all had; but you never thought to ask. A mutual understanding that you were all in a way—exclusive.

You suppose you and Jin had been skipping around labels for years, simply laughing when your owner would ask what you were to each other. Siblings wasn’t right, siblings didn’t get handsy, didn’t kiss with so much fervour with bare skin and wandering fingers in places that siblings shouldn’t touch. But neither of you had exactly been dating, merely living under the same roof, growing up by each other’s side. Neither of you ever working up the courage to ask the question that could make or break your relationship.

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12 months after the incident you feel as though your life was slowly getting back on track.

Naturally you didn’t always feel like you had progressed from that day, it was easy for unwanted thoughts to weave into a person’s mind and plague their emotions; but you had 7 boyfriends to help you when bad days felt like a little too much.

Yep. Boyfriends.

Plural.

Because it seemed everyone in your household had enough love to go around.

Taehyung had gotten sick of tiptoeing around everyone, sick of having to drag you into a room for a long kiss, out of the way of possible prying eyes or walking in on Hoseok and Yoongi rutting against each other like pre-teens in the laundry room.

So, he sat everyone in the living room one night and confessed his feelings. From that point everyone’s own emotions were spilled like dominoes; and it wasn’t all that surprising when the feelings seemed to be mutual. Happily whispered confessions with rosy, red cheeks and dopey smiles on all of your faces. That weird high of being confessed to by the person you really like fizzling through all of you, buzzing off the knowledge that you were just as loved as you had love to give.

From that point it was a slow process of being more openly affectionate. The unspoken rule—that just because you weren’t dating meant being openly affectionate was a little weird—that shrouded the house still ever-present even months after your confessions. But once everyone had gotten over the initial unease of starting a relationship, with multiple people; something new for all of you—life seemed a lot more fun to live.

Easy kisses shared between sips of sweet hot chocolate, tongues tangled during movies, and hands held on top of the table during dinner. It hadn’t taken you very long to learn of everyone’s love languages; noticing how from the very moment they had stepped into your home; small acts of love had been shared between all of you.

Having known Jin the longest, you knew his love language was buying gifts. And it warmed your heart whenever he would come home with a small gift bag, explaining he couldn’t just leave the small trinket that reminded him so much of his little loves; and it would sit proudly in the living room on display. A reminder that Jin loved each of you more than any words would ever be able to explain.

Unsurprisingly, Yoongi’s love language was quality time. With work being demanding, he’d started to value his time with each of you, individually or as a group. Although embarrassing, he felt as though spending time with all of you was healing, something so soothing and joyful having you all sat close to him. He liked helping Jin and Jimin in the kitchen, even after a long day in the studio, he’d let Namjoon drag him on long bike rides of an evening, and he was more than happy to brush yours, Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s tails while the three of you played video games in the living room.

You’d noticed how the lyrics he wrote had also started to merge into something sweeter, the usual harsh lyrics that stained the pages of his notebook feeling a lot lighter and airier these days. Far from cliché love songs that you heard on the radio each morning, raw emotion that only Min Yoongi could make sound so poetic and pretty, and maybe he didn’t realise himself that as he would play you a song he’d been working on recently, backtracking to demos he’d kept hidden in files on his computer; the more recent songs had small parts of your family weaved into each song.

Instrumentals that had similar aspects to the songs Taehyung adored, lyrics that were vague enough that it wasn’t obvious the song was being written for a specific person—or people in this case. But you spent so much time with you new family that you could point out the small quirks Yoongi mentions in a few of the recent tracks, like how Namjoon loved the outdoors, how Jimin could come off as defensive but was just a small ball of fluff in reality, how Jungkook was hard headed but ever so passionate about what he did—a work ethic that many were jealous of—how Hoseok’s smile could light up the whole room (arguably cliché, but Yoongi called him his sunshine so you gave him bonus points) and how everyone in your relationship was far from perfect but perfect in their own unique way that Yoongi adored.

You believed Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook had similar love languages, each of them thriving off physical touch. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for Taehyung to have his legs hung over Jungkook’s at the dining table, or Hoseok shielding Jimin with a back hug while they danced around the kitchen as the moon spilled in through the double doors in the kitchen. You liked holding Jimin’s hands while you whispered secrets to one another in the silence of the night, with no one but the stars to eavesdrop on your conversation, you liked when your knees brushed against Hoseok’s when you both built Lego, and you absolutely adored when Jungkook and Taehyung would slip into yours and Jin’s bedroom past midnight to sleep with the two of you.

Namjoon’s love language was veering towards words of affirmation, never one to shy away from sending you all texts on how he missed you as he worked. Always remembering to tell you all he loved you before you all slept. Occasionally you’d find small notes around the house, little poems about how much he admires each of you or words of encouragement when he knows you’re having a bad day. Namjoon was always so patient, uncaring when the younger hybrids would roughhouse him after a long day at work, watching with fond eyes as everyone settles down for dinner kindly prepared by Jimin; your family finally complete, with the 8 of you all chatting away about your days, aspirations, plans for the future. And Namjoon would listen intently to all of it, mentally noting down the snippets of new information he would learn about each of you.

And you always felt warm, the good kind of warm when everyone’s future seemed to include each other. And it was reassuring that what you had now was long-term. No one was going anywhere, and this house—one that had so many bad memories, was slowly but surely being washed of those bad moments, this home filled with more love than there ever had been.

8 hearts intertwined, brought together by fate—maybe to help each of you heal in your own ways. And healing had started to feel easier when you were surrounded by such lovable, understanding people. Healing felt worth it when you bared your heart with no added layers, shedding away walls like a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon, being handled delicately by those that admire your beauty. And maybe having people that encourage your wings to sprout, unfurling into something so beautiful is the final push you needed to start running towards your future.

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“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper to Taehyung, trying your best to keep your huge smile at bay as you lay facing one another.

But it’s useless at his reply, “Because I really love you” he whispers back—and you can see it swimming in his eyes, a love so pure that he doesn’t know what to do with himself, his own body drawing closer to yours like you were two sides of a magnet; an unseeable force pulling you towards one another. Not that either of you were complaining, with Taehyung’s large hand rubbing tight circles on your hip, and your fingers tracing his prominent collarbones—there was no place either of you would rather be. Isolated from the outside world, with nothing but one another as company.

Your own eyes soften at that, hand coming to caress the soft skin of his cheek, stubble prickling at the tips of your fingers as you trace his jaw. Taehyung leans into your touch, eyes closing momentarily as he basks in the comfort of this moment. Selfishly wishing that time itself would stop so you could stay like this forever.

You’d both snuck out of the house, a wave of déjà vu washing over the two of you from the first few weeks of knowing each other; hiding away in the summer house where the outside world would be forgotten while you learnt more about each other, and you’d live in each other’s affluence; curtains drawn closed to cocoon the two of you from what may live in the real world. The loud chatter of the other 6 parts of your family shut off behind varnished doors and sheer curtains; the expanse of the garden feeling a lot bigger when it was just the two of you hidden away. Hundreds of thousands blades of grass acting as a barrier to your hideout while the rest of your family joked around in the living room.

“I love you too” you’re able to whisper before Taehyung is leaning forward, his lips slightly hovering over yours before he closes the gap, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. A beautiful, innocent kiss that has you melting into Kim Taehyung, his lips tasting faintly of the iced tea you’d had that afternoon, sun-kissed skin melding into one another.

You hum into the kiss, mouth parting when the strong muscle of his tongue flicks from between his lips to prod at the seam of your own. A silent question, asking for permission to explore you further. You oblige, head feeling hazy with love—and slowly growing arousal. You figure you’re not the only one who has slightly obscene thoughts plaguing their mind, as Taehyung’s hips jut forward rhythmically—bulge of his slowly hardening cock nudging the sacred mound between your thighs.

Taehyung’s fingers tangle within your hair as he pulls your further into himself, his head tilting just enough for the kiss to deepen comfortably. You feel his tongue lick at the roof of your mouth, a low grunt reverberating from his chest as he takes his time exploring, tasting what he can only describe as something so wholly you.

This wasn’t the first time you’d kissed—nor was it the first time you’d kissed like this. But to Taehyung, every time he shared such an intimate moment with you; it felt like the first. Like each time his tongue would slip past the seam of your lips, he’d get to explore you all over again. Slowly relishing the feeling of you. You who was so perfect, pretty, smart, kind, everything that has ever been good in the world. Taehyung liked you so much it was hard to contain himself sometimes. And no matter how hard he tried to engrave each and every ridge of your body, how your tongue felt lapping at his mouth, or your plush, kiss swollen lips pressing against his own—every moment Taehyung spent with you always felt new. Always refreshing, bold but equally as innocent and exhilarating.

Two lost souls finally intertwining into one, two pieces of the puzzles sitting snug by each other’s side.

Taehyung feels complete when he’s with you.

And often times he feels guilty, for the all the lewd thoughts he has of you when only the moon is there to witness the sinful acts he plays out in his bedroom—but you were so pure that he couldn’t help but imagine all the ways he could claim you as his own. A primal instinct, but Taehyung’s learnt to embrace his animalistic tendencies.

Sharing you with 6 other people was hard, and Taehyung wasn’t going to admit he was perfect. Jealousy was common at the start of whatever you all had at the time, the ugly, green feeling fizzling up his spine until he couldn’t help but snap at his Hyungs; because he just wanted you all for himself.

Guilt had played a large part of his life when he first moved in with you—jealous of what you and Jin had, jealous that it wasn’t him that had been in your life for so long, experienced new things with you like the fox had. Jealous when Jimin had joined you, your attention suddenly divided by three. Jealous when you spoke so fondly of Yoongi and Namjoon—betrayed even, that you had trusted human people so easily. The very beings that hated, shunned, belittled your kind when they were the ones to blame. Guilt consuming him because you cared for these people and he couldn’t help but act like a spoilt brat who didn’t like to share what he considered his.

But Taehyung had learnt that your heart was so full of love, you didn’t love him any less now that you had more people in your life. Stretching your heart out enough to fit everyone inside, making sure everyone was loved equally. If he was a musician, maybe he would write a song about how you were the epitome of love, so lovable with so much love to give.

Love, love, love.

He loved the word love. Because it reminded him of you—pretty little you, who he couldn’t imagine his life without. All thoughts of his future including you sat by his side. His pretty little baby.

You both release a shuddering breath, lungs greedily gulping for oxygen when you finally decide to part from the kiss with a lewd pop. But it’s only moments before Taehyung pushes himself to lean on his elbows, bringing your lips back to his own for another ravenous kiss.

This kiss is less leisurely, more feral this time, no care for teeth clashing or your saliva being shared from one mouth to the other as his tongue pushes to meet your own. Taehyung caresses what he can only assume to be his and your own spit from your chin with his thumb, mouth leaving yours to push the concoction of your own saliva onto your waiting tongue.

Your plush lips close around his thumb as he pushes down on your tongue.

Taehyung groans, “You’re always so messy, baby” he pulls his thumb from your mouth, caressing your spit over your bottom lip, his own quirking up into a cocky smile as he watches it glisten in the dim lamplight of the summer house.

You whine at that, “You’re fault that I get messy” you argue and Taehyung grins wide at that—enamoured by how cute you could be, even in such a compromising situation.

“Open wide”

You do as your told, lips parting with your tongue falling past your bottom lip. Just how Taehyung likes it.

You watch carefully as Taehyung gathers a wad of saliva in his mouth, his fingers gripping your chin to make sure your mouth stays open, and your panties damped when he spits into your mouth, rivulets of slick pushing past your hole, staining the cotton material in your steadily leaking essence. You make a noise in the back of your throat as his spit slides over your tongue.

Mockingly, Taehyung shakes your face—grip on your jaw tightening slightly as he leans down to press a kiss on your bottom lip, teeth nipping at the swollen skin, with what he deems to be the prettiest shade of red; and he can only imagine his own lips were a similar colour to your own.

“Swallow” he finally let’s go, your own finger come to caress your aching jaw, “Good girl” he groans when you open your mouth to show him.

Your hands slip under his shirt, fingers lightly trailing over his happy trail before they skim over his stomach—not as toned as Jungkook or Jimin’s but so perfectly Taehyung you rush him to pull his shirt over his head.

You sigh, happy as you take in his naked chest; pushing yourself to sit up so you could kiss over his collarbones—rightfully worshiping his honeyed skin. A little tanner than it had been that morning, but you’d both been lounging in the sun all afternoon.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume Taehyung was sculpted to rival the beauty of Adonis. A bold claim, but you stood by the statement. Because not only was his face the most beautiful piece of art you’ve ever seen, but his body was so soft, well taken care of, and just ever so pretty you never knew what to do with yourself.

The grey wolf doesn’t shy away from your ogling eyes, expression morphing into something a little cockier as he lets your eager hands roam the expanse of his torso. Eyes clearly avoiding the evident bulge in his pants, and he wonders if it’s because you like to tease him. Or if you really were just distracted with your hands trying to hold any piece of bare skin available.

“Taetae?” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

And Taehyung feels his sweatpants grow incredibly tighter as you look up at him so innocently—so obliviously pretty and so, so delectable. He wonders if you know the hold you have on him, how you have him and the rest of the guys wrapped around your pretty little fingers, the same fingers that inch closer and closer to the waistband of his sweatpants. He wonders if you know how he would do anything for you; all you had to do was ask.

“Yes, my love?” he brings a hand to come and softly caress your cheek; he’d always liked slow loving more than the feral fucking that the other guys enjoyed. That didn’t mean he didn’t like it a little messier though, the primal, more feral part of his brain liking the idea of knocking you up and keeping you safely by his side until you both grew old, precious little children running around the garden as you both watch with fond eyes.

“Can I touch you?” you ask, fingers toying with the strings of his sweatpants. And he finds it so cute that even now, you still ask for his permission; still somewhat jittery when it came to getting intimate with any of the guys that weren’t Jin, but he supposes he’ll just have to remind you who his body belongs to.

His head falls back as he groans, hips bucking up to try and get some sort of friction, biting down on his bottom lip when all he gets is the small gap between your bodies. Dumb puppy wolf brain begging him to free his bordering-painful erection and slip into the slick heat between your thighs.

“Of course. You own my body, doll.”

Your fingers slip past the waist band of his sweats, only to find out he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You whore, you knew this was gonna happen” your fingers wrap deftly around his cock, teasing lilt to your voice.

Taehyung leans forwards so his head can rest on your shoulder as you help stroke him to full hardness, a speedy process considering he was sure most of the blood in his body had rushed downwards the moment his tongue lapped at your own.

“Actually, I don’t sleep in underwear” he retorts, no real venom in his tone; voice a little breathy as you squeeze him teasingly. But he lets you toy with him, happy that he has some sort of release—he was never too fussy when it came to you.  

Your sluggish strokes come to an abrupt stop when the door to the summer house clicks open, flung carelessly so it hits the wall. Loud bang making you jump.

Taehyung chokes out a moan as you squeeze the head of his weighty cock, eyes wide with surprise as Jungkook and Jimin halt in their steps.

You open your mouth, words stuck on the tip of your tongue as both of their eyes trail downwards—to where your hand is stuffed into Taehyung’s sweats, evident lump where your hand holds the head, suddenly unmoving as your brain works a mile a minute to process that the cat and fox had stormed into your intimate time with Taehyung.

Mirth swims behind both of their eyes, shameless in the way they stalk forwards toward the bed. You let out what could only be described as a squeak when Jungkook pulls you up onto his lap as he makes himself comfortable on the bed, your hand slipping from Taehyung’s pants as Jungkook gets you both into a comfortable position, your tails wrapped perfectly around his waist so your back can sit comfortably against his chest.

You turn towards Jimin, eyes wide as he just looks down at you with that same amused glint in his eyes as when he had opened the door. Any words that planned to slip through your plush lips fizzling to nothing as you realise Jimin wasn’t about to help you.

Jungkook’s fingers trail down your stomach, bringing your focus back onto him as they slip past the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

The tips of his fingers trace the lacy trimming of your panties, teasing you as they don’t travel any closer to the pulsing heat between your thighs. Your hips buck upwards, trying to get Jungkook’s fingers where you needed them. And you let out a pitiful whine when his thumb just misses your pulsating clit, begging to be touched.

“Oh, you poor thing” Taehyung leans forwards, a mocking pout on his lips as he places a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

Pitifully, you snivel, your head falling back to lean on Jungkook’s shoulder as you look up at him with pleading eyes. Hoping that maybe he would be merciful enough to at least toy with you throbbing pearl.  

“Mind if we join you, baby?” he asks, pretty doe eyes taking a serious edge to them.

You will your mind to be somewhat coherent. Because you knew that if you didn’t verbally answer, all of this would stop. A rule that had been negotiated early on in your relationship, along with safe words, boundaries, and proper after care routines.   

“’s fine kookie” you whisper, lips pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw.

Satisfied, Jungkook hums; his fingers inching closer to the damp patch that darkened the pink fabric of your panties.

“This wet, just from getting Taehyung off?” the fox coos, his other hand taking a firm hold of your jaw—making you watch Taehyung undress at the end of the bed.

“Like making Taetae feel good” comes your reply, which was soon followed by a moan as Jungkook’s thumb circles your clit; the sensitive little nub making you jolt in the fox’s lap. A mean laugh bubbling up Jungkook’s throat as you moan.

You turn to look at Jimin who sits on the edge of the bed, his own hand tucked into his pyjama bottoms as he teases the tip of his slowly growing cock. You wiggle around in Jungkook’s lap, mild embarrassment crawling up your spine as Jimin just watches Jungkook’s hand tease you—veiled behind the thin cotton of your pyjamas and fully aware of the heavy bulge that presses against your back as your rock back and forth, silently begging for Jungkook to play with your clit again. The fleeting stimulation he’d given you enough to have you begging for more.

“Oh, you’re sopping. Just a needy little bitch that needs to be fucked full of cum, yeah?” Jungkook supplies, condescending in his tone as he rubs a finger over your clothed slit.

Taehyung scoots up towards the head of the bed where you and Jungkook sit; all clothes discarded on the floor somewhere. Your eyes fixate on his length, head a deep red as it slaps against his stomach with each jittery movement he makes, precum staining the tan skin of his stomach as it glistens in the dim orange light of the lamp.

Eagerly you lean forwards to wrap your fingers back around his sizable cock, there was something so…sating having Taehyung’s heavy length wrapped in your hands. But Taehyung stops you, lacing his fingers with your own to keep your hands from enclosing around his shaft.

You look up at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion; and Taehyung laughs at how endearing you are. Always one to please others and not worry about your own pleasure. But he planned to make this about you, how could he be selfish enough to care for his own release when he had you sat before him.

“Let me take care of you, pretty” he tells you in a low whisper, pressing another kiss between your furrowed brows to ease them as his hands trail down your sides.

With Jungkook’s help, your pyjama pants are slipped off of your legs (it wasn’t easy with such thick tails, but you managed), knees involuntarily bending inwards as the cool air of the summer house brushes against your bare core, the slick that had trailed down your thighs starting to feel tacky against your heated skin.

It doesn’t take much for Taehyung to pry your legs back open, not when Jimin leans forwards to trail sticky fingers under your shirt to play with your breasts, his own precum slippery as he pinches your hardened nipples; earning a soft whine from you at the stimulation.

Taehyung leans falls tummy first on the bed, no shame whatsoever as he eyes your pretty pink pussy, lips glistening with so much slick he doesn’t think you’ll need much prepping at all. He watches as you hole clenches, hypnotising, eagerly asking to be touched, to be played with. 

Taehyung doesn’t waste another moment before he surges forwards, tongue licking a bold stripe through your slit up towards your clit, the hood being pulled back by the thick muscle of his tongue.

You let out a shuddering moan, hands finding purchase on Jungkook’s biceps and Taehyung’s finger’s spread you apart so his tongue can prod at your entrance.

The wolf is unashamed as he laps up your slick like a starved puppy, which only spurs you into producing more as it trails further downwards—Taehyung pulling your ass cheeks apart, making sure he licks up any slick that spurts from your hole as it starts to soak the base of your tails.

Jimin helps you lift your shirt over your head, apologizing when he accidently smacks Jungkook in the nose. Said fox trails his hands down your body, tattooed fingers thrumming at your sensitive clit as Taehyung pushes his tongue into your awaiting hole.

Your back arches, so many hands making you feel good at once, the evident arousal that seeps from all four of you, Taehyung’s tongue ruthlessly scooping mouthfuls of slick from your hole and Jungkook’s pretty hands playing with your clit becomes too much. But it all felt so good.

It’s when Jimin’s eager finger pinch your nipples, you feel your stomach clench, thighs shaking as they close around Taehyung’s head. He knows you’re on the brink of your first orgasm, so he eases a finger into your hole, his own moan vibrating against the sensitive lips of your glistening cunt as he feels you clench around him. Jungkook doesn’t stop the tight circles on your clit, determined to help bring you over the edge.

“Can I cum, please?” you ask, frantic as your hips buck against Taehyung’s tongue.

“So polite” Jungkook coos, “Of course you can, baby”

You moan loudly as you come, head falling into the juncture of Jungkook’s shoulder as your thighs shake around Taehyung’s head. He pulls his finger from your hole, tongue lapping up your cum as it slowly leaks from between your swollen lips.

Slowly Jungkook stops his circles on your oversensitive pearl, not wanting to hurt you. You have to sluggishly push Taehyung’s head away from between your thighs, his tongue pushing you into overstimulation as he cleans you up.

Taehyung looks like a slick drunk puppy when he finally pushes himself to sit up, eyes a little hazy as he just looks at you limp in Jungkook’s lap—the fox still fully clothed as he runs his hands over your sides, helping ground you from the leg shaking orgasm you just experienced.

The wolf’s chin is covered in a sheen of your own slick and cum, you wouldn’t put it against him to say that some of it was probably his own drool as well.

“I have to get back inside and cook” Jimin announces, eyes looking warily at clock hung on the wall.

You whine at that, fingers tugging on his shirt.

“You’re still hard, Mimi. You can fuck my thighs if you want, I need a moment before I can go again anyways”

Jimin throws his head back, painfully hard cock twitching in the confines of his pants at image of you pliant underneath him while he gets himself off.

“You sure, little fox?” he asks, worry evident in his tone. He didn’t want to wear you out if you were already tired. Plus it looked like you had two other horny hybrids to sate before dinner that evening.

You smile up at him, heart feeling full as Jimin worries over you. You simply nod, pulling him down so you could give him a gentle kiss to his plump lips. You both share a moment, seemingly forgetting that you had two audience members.

Taehyung starts stroking his length, nothing that would actually get him off but enough stimulation that his erection wasn’t painful.

Jungkook leans back on the bed when you and Jimin part, your own hand coming to scoop a wad of slick from your cunt as Jimin pulls down his pyjama pants just enough to free is stiff cock.

Jimin had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, curved perfectly and the head a deep red that you’d considered on more than one occasion maybe you would suck it. (Which was very out of character for you because blowjobs were a big no go). But now wasn’t the time, as your fingers lather up his pretty cock with your own arousal, more of it leaking from your hole as you watch his length glisten.

Jungkook tries his best to keep your tails at bay, but eventually gives up as a few start to sway back and forth.

You push your thighs together, Jimin helping you fold them up to your chest as he pushes his cock through the seam of them. Grunting when he feels the wet, plush skin squeeze his length.

You close your eyes, relishing the feeling of Jimin’s body weight helping you keep your legs bent, the wet squelch of his cock between the meat of your thighs along with his timely grunts were a reminder that you were making him feel like that. You were making Jimin feel good.

Taehyung continues to stroke himself at the end of the bed, imagination running wild as he imagines himself in the cat’s position. Your fleshy thighs squeezing his cock, a hairs length away from the tip nudging your clit.

You jolt forwards when Jimin does accidently stimulate the bundle of nerves, his own apology dying on his tongue as his hips speed up, find a rhythm that draws him closer and closer to the edge.

His own toned thighs slapping against the back of yours reverberates across the four walls of the summer house, your own higher pitched moans harmonizing with Jimin’s as the tip of his cock continuously bumps into your clit with each forward push of his hips.

“So pretty, and perfect. Just a cock hungry whore, you couldn’t wait, could you? Wanting me to fuck your thighs so soon after Taehyung and Jungkook had given you an orgasm”

You hear Jimin let out one final moan before you feel his cum drip onto your mound, your legs being pulled open by the cat as he strokes his length—aiming the tip at your entrance so his cum starts to drip down your slit.

Without thinking, he pushes the head of his softening cock through your slit, watching as his own cum gathers at the tip before he’s smearing it around your clit—a dopy smile on his face as you whine at the stimulation.

He takes your cheeks into his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he’s pushing himself off of the bed, pulling his underwear and pyjama bottoms back up before he’s skipping over towards the door.

“Dinners in an hour, try to finish by then. Love you”

“Think you’re ready to go again?” Jungkook asks once Jimin shuts the door to the summer house, his own cock feeling suffocated as he’d been waiting patiently for his time to come.

You nod, “Want both of you”

Taehyung chokes, “At the same time?”

You give him a knowing smile, and Taehyung throws his head back, groaning. What was he gonna do with you?

“Come here then, I’ll open you up while Jungkookie gets undressed”

Eagerly you scramble from Jungkook’s embrace, giggling when you accidently brush against his straining erection, flopping into Taehyung who catches you with a wide grin on his face.

He helps pull your legs apart, licking his lips at the way a mixture of your arousal and Jimin’s cum stains the inside of your thighs, eagerly waiting hole creamy as it beckons Taehyung to come closer.

He easily slips a finger inside of you, and you don’t flinch, more than used to the long fingers of Kim Taehyung pushing past your velvety walls. A second finger is soon slipped past the ring of muscle while Jungkook pulls his shirt over his head.

Your hips jump when the pads of Taehyung’s fingers prod at the spongy tissue, a happy smile on his face as he starts to assault your g-spot before he scissors his fingers to try and stretch you open a little more.

Before the two of you can get carried away, his fingers leave you, and you whine at the loss of contact; hips eagerly chasing after Taehyung’s hand.

He shushes you, pushing his fingers past the seam of your lips to make you taste yourself, hints of Jimin’s cum mingled somewhere in your own slick. Taehyung’s other hand helps you fall back onto the cushioning of your tails, helping you lift your hips, so your thighs rest comfortably over his own before he pulls his hand away from your mouth; using your spit to slick up his cock before he lines it up with your entrance.

“You sure you want both of us, small thing?” Taehyung asks, worried maybe you were biting off more than you could chew.

“Yeah” you reply, tone breathy as Taehyung runs the tip of his pulsing cock through your slit, running your arousal down his shaft.

You let him take his time, knowing that this is going to be just as much of a challenge for him as it is for you. And you can see the crease in his brow as he contemplates if he really wants to do this, inexperienced in this field of sex.

“I’ve done it a few times with Yoongi and Namjoon” you confess, in no way wanting it to seem as though you were comparing him to the others; only hoping to ease his worries slightly.

You both knew you weren’t made of fine china, nor would you break if they acted a little rougher with you. Jungkook wasn’t the most modest in bed, more than happy to throw you around to his will, fuck you like there was no tomorrow and push your own limits. (With a lot of aftercare of course, he was a sucker for sharing baths, lathering up your body with his soap, and then cuddling for the rest of the night, massaging lightly scented oils into the kinks and knots of your muscles that he may or may not have been part of creating).

That seems to spur Taehyung on, pulling your hips up as he lines his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing the tip inside before pulling out, testing the waters.

He hadn’t prepped you all that much, two fingers only doing so much when you planned to take both his and Jungkook’s cock at once. And Taehyung wasn’t going to act modest and say he was small in size; it was no secret how well-endowed the wolf was.

He pushes the tip back through your opening, groaning as he feels you clench around the head, body begging him to push further into you.

He takes his time, rocking back and forth, biting his lip as your greedy hole stimulates the sensitive head of his cock, “You sure this little thing can take two cocks, sweetheart?” he asks, head falling back as he pushes another inch into your tight walls.

You fervently nod, hips trying to grind down on more of Taehyung’s length, a breathy moan escaping you as Jungkook starts to circle your clit. With you rhythmically clenching on his length, Taehyung surges forwards, his pelvis flushing against your own as he slowly starts to rock back and forth, grunting when your legs wrap around his waist to keep him buried deep inside of you.

Jungkook’s hand gets trapped between your bodies, uncaring as he continues to stimulate your bundle of nerves.

“I have to stretch you out, pretty” Taehyung murmurs against your ear, hips grinding into you.

“Like feeling this full” you let out a long breath, pulling Taehyung impossibly tighter as you feel his cock twitch. The glare he sends Jungkook’s way a tell-tale sign the fox had meanly squeezed his balls.

You giggle, mind feeling a little hazy; drunk off love and probably animal mating pheromones. The air smelling a lot sweeter than it had when you and Taehyung first snuck into the summer house. The smell of varnished wood drowned out by the floral scent of Taehyung and Jungkook’s pheromones, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Ready to be bred full, sated with their thick, creamy cum oozing from between your thighs.

It takes a moment, but Taehyung is able to pry your limbs from out his body, watching as Jungkook’s hand inches down towards your hole. Being the muscle pig that he is, it takes Jungkook no effort to gently lift you from the bed, placing you back in his lap, his own hard cock jolting as the soft fur of your tails brush against the tender skin.

By some miracle, Taehyung is still sat inside of you, hips languidly pushing forwards in small circles to keep both of you stimulated while Jungkook gets comfortable.

When Taehyung notices Jungkook’s fingers circling your hole, he comes to play with your clit—hoping to somewhat relax you as Jungkook pushes a finger in beside his cock; you hole straining around the added girth.

You let out a moan, any qualms about the rest of the house hearing what you were up to flung to the back of your mind as you squirm in Jungkook’s hold.

He shushes you gently, kissing at your neck as Taehyung’s hips come to a stop.

You whine, eyes brimming with tears, “Don’t stop, please Tae” you cry, hips rolling to try and get Taehyung moving again.

He obliges, arms caging your upper body as he leans down to press a kiss to your cheeks, salty tears coating his tastebuds as he starts to rock his hips back and forth; Jungkook easing a second finger in beside the first, his thumb thrumming at your clit.

You let out a borderline pornographic moan when Jungkook’s finger’s push the head of Taehyung’s cock right into your g-spot, that, mixed with feeling so full has you reeling towards a second orgasm—still on edge from Jimin teasing your clit when he was getting himself off. 

With four fingers and Taehyung’s girthy cock stuffed into your hole, Jungkook deems you prepped enough to lodge his own cock into you as well.

When he slips his fingers out of you, you let out a shuddery breath, hole clenching, Taehyung moaning as Jungkook’s nails rake at the base of his cock.

Times feels like a blur between Jungkook pulling his hand away from your heated core, and him lining his shaft up next to Taehyung’s; but a chorus of moans rings throughout the summer house when Jungkook manages to push the tip of his steadily leaking cock into you; Taehyung feeling winded at how tight it felt.

They’d both been edged for long enough, that there seemed to be a mutual understanding this wasn’t going to take very long for you any of you to come—your walls stretched beyond belief with Taehyung graciously flicking your clit.

Ever so patiently, Jungkook starts to feed his length into you, moaning when you clench particularly hard around both of your boyfriend’s lengths.

You can feel Taehyung’s heavy puffs of breath tickle your collarbones as he tries to stay still—scared he’d hurt you if he were to suddenly move, and it was taking all of his will power to keep his hips in place. All you can let out is pitiful whimpers as Jungkook carefully rocks into you, your cunt gushing around both of their cocks on a particularly jittery thrust. Your cunt trying to accommodate to both of their girthy cocks.

You can feel sweat travel between the valley of your breasts, and you think it must be a mix of your own and Taehyung’s as he takes a moment to breath.

Once Jungkook is fully seated in you, you let out a shuddery breath.

You feel so full.

Stuffed so much you think you can feel both Jungkook and Taehyung rearranging your insides.

It’s when Taehyung pushes himself to sit up, stiff cock pulling at your walls, he moans.

You feel his fingers prod at your stomach before you can even think to look down, but when you do you feel another wave of slick gush out of you; coating Taehyung’s steadily forming knot and Jungkook’s balls in your arousal.

Right beneath Taehyung’s hand was evidence of how big the two of them were, his hand stroking over the bulge in your lower stomach like he was jacking himself off over the taunt skin of your tummy. All three of you moaning when he presses down experimentally at the bulge.

“Please move” you manage to choke out; absolutely mesmerised as the bulge would disappear when Taehyung pulled back, forming once again when he snapped his hips forwards.

Jungkook chooses that moment to look over your shoulder, an unashamed groan bubbling up his chest as he watches your stomach flatten out when Taehyung moves out, only to push back up at your stomach again.

“Oh your fucking pussy is tiny, isn’t it baby?” his voice comparable to a growl.

Its only moments before Jungkook cums, Taehyung’s thick cock rubbing against his own, your small cunt squeezing him like your life depended on it, mixed with the clear visual of you being stretched apart so much he could see both of their cocks in your stomach was enough for him to shoot his load deep inside of you.

You feel the sticky white cum coat your walls, making you feel impossibly fuller as he starts to rock his hips upwards, chasing his high while making sure you milked every last drop, he had to offer. Taehyung can see the small rings of creamy cum sticking to the bases of both of their cocks as they rock in and out of you, coating your plush pussy lips with thick, white cum.

“Good girl, taking everything I have to give you. You like that? Like having my cum inside of your greedy little cunt?” Jungkook coos, condescending in his tone—grinning when you can only reply with a broken moan of his name, mind barely there.

“Oh Jungkookie, all she can think about it our cocks. The poor things too stupid to answer” Taehyung mocks, devilish smile on his face when you shake your head, blubbering. “She can’t even form a proper sentence. It’s okay doll; Taehyungie will take care of you”

You’re about to whine about Jungkook’s cum pushing out of your hole as he slips out of you, only for Taehyung to shove his thick knot into you—ever so close to it popping. And you start to see stars behind your eyes, Taehyung’s voice drowning into nothing more than white noise as your own hips grind to meet Taehyung’s.

Jungkook helps you reach your own orgasm, fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit at Taehyung’s knot catches onto your hole; nothing more than shallow thrusts and grinding possible as he chases his own high.

The wolf leans down, sharp canines biting down on your nipple, and that has you cumming. You feel your body curl in on itself as Jungkook continues his onslaught on your poor clit—uncaring as you start to sob, too oversensitive and so close to another orgasm.

You think you cum again when Taehyung’s knot pops, the feeling of his cum flooding your insides enough for another orgasm to wrack through your body, causing you to shudder as you lay back onto Jungkook’s chest. Said fox runs his hands over your sides as your hips twitch up. Taehyung’s knot slowly deflating, filling you with more of his milky white cum.

Taehyung slumps forwards, slowly deflating knot and softening cock remaining inside of you as you both take a moment to breathe; Jungkook’s hands coming to brush Taehyung’s sweaty bangs from his forehead before he presses a firm kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you” Taehyung whispers, and you smile; eyes closing as you let your body rest.

+++

As promised, you allowed Jungkook to take you on dates once the situation was over and you felt like your life finally had some semblance of what it once was.

And to say he was the perfect gentleman would be an understatement.

He booked reservations in advance, wary that some of the places you wanted to visit were popular and it may be hard to get a table if you just showed up on the night.

He learned to bake, knowing you had a sweet tooth and wanted to watch you eat the cake he made with his own two hands while on a picnic. A part of him comforted knowing he was the one that made all the pretty sweet treats for you. And maybe he just liked to hear you compliment him, your validation sending him over the moon. And on some days, he even got a kiss on the cheek as a thanks while you lounged in the sun! (Anything that happened when the two of you got home would remain your little secret).

In spring you’d both walk around the park, hand in hand—and maybe you two were that sappy couple that single people cursed at for the excessive PDA, oblivious to their ogling eyes when Jungkook would lean down and press a strawberry sweet kiss to your lips, sharing ice cream or giggling over an old woman’s cute dog that would chase your tails. Jungkook think’s his favourite season is the spring; where flowers bloom in an array of colours, carpeting the expanse of parks and greenery, the grass vibrant virescent, the air floral and fresh. Jungkook loved the spring because it gave him the excuse to buy you pretty pastel dresses that fell past your knees, letting you sit on his jacket so your clothes wouldn’t get mucky from the soil; the sun acting as a canopy as you spend afternoons basking in each other’s embrace.

Summer you would spend by the pool together, spoonfulls of ice cream shared between sticky kisses. Hybrid ears matted with chlorine water while the sun caressed you skin, even in the summer heat you sat knee to knee, occasionally dipping into the water to cool off. And if Jungkook picked you up, throwing the both of you into the deep end just to get a rise out of you; that was a secret he was taking to his grave. When summer rolled around, Jungkook’s favourite season changed too; he loved the summer, driving both of you down to the beach. He wouldn’t mind if Namjoon asked to tag along; the producer leaving the both of you alone while he went crab hunting. Jungkook, never one to back down from a competition would challenge other beachgoers to sandcastle competitions where you would be his trusty decorator, the two of you winning more tacky stuffies as the prize from the nearby beach hut than you had space for. (Jin had built a new shelf for you to both display your small prizes, giving both of you a kiss when you tell him you’d won)

In the autumn he’d take you to marketplaces, watching as you pick out small pieces of jewellery for the other guys; tongue peeking through the seam of your lips as you focus on which fits each of your boyfriends best. Jungkook teasing the others with pictures of you and himself with matching outfits and quint accessories that you picked out for each other. And in those few months, Jungkook thinks autumn is his favourite—indulging you by buying all the pumpkin flavoured treats you would see, even though he knew you wouldn’t like them. Jungkook liked autumn because as the two of you strolled around the park, you would tell him how his fox tail and ears reminded you of the season. His auburn fur a similar colour pallet to the leaves that fell like confetti over the two of you as you rested under a tree. Squirrels of the same colour clawing their way up the thick trunk, head tilting your way when Jungkook’s laugh got a little boisterous.

In winter, Jungkook would take you ice skating, feeling as though he was your own knight in shining armour as he would pick you up when you’d fall; finding you most endearing when you’d swat at his arms, mock anger being thrown his way as you brush ice from your clothes. Both of you drinking hot chocolate as you watch kids build snowmen in the park; a few older kids having snowball fights. When winter rolled around Jungkook believes that maybe winter was actually his favourite season; because the two of you spend time inside, blissfully domestic as you sit by the heater with matching fluffy pyjamas and socks, 2000-piece puzzle being forgotten as you lay across his lap; Jungkook’s fingers carding through the soft fur of your tails.

It had taken him a while to realise that he didn’t need a favourite season, he just liked spending time with his favourite person. He’d never been one to like activities where you had to sit down, his patience similar to that of a child; but he’d come to realise he just didn’t have to right people to sit down and just… relax with. Take time out of the day, recuperate and recharge with the people he cared most about.

Jungkook loved everything when it came to you, he liked certain vegetables because they were your favourite colour, wore certain fabrics because he knew you were fond of them, and he seemed to always catch his flushed cheeks in the view finder when a commenter on his stream would ask how you were doing; apologising when he would babble on about you for 10 minutes to his viewers instead of loading up the next level of his game.

It had been close to two years since the incident happened; and slowly over the course of time hybrids had started to integrate more into society.

Evidently there were still small pockets of people that didn’t agree with hybrids being so close knitted into human’s lives; still turning their noses up at the mere sight of them, venomous words spat in the direction of innocent hybrids that were only trying to live their lives; free of trouble.

But you felt that the world was finally changing. Slowly—but it was the evident change that mattered.

More restaurants were open to serving hybrids, and rules on hybrids going out alone without supervision was becoming laxer. You felt more comfortable exploring the city alone, shop owners more than happy to help you when you looked a little lost, and stall owners tipping their hats your way when you’d smile, walking by their store.

When there’s light, shadow is to be expected. Hybrid activists had started to knuckle down on facilities; helping free ‘failed’ hybrids—sending them to well established care centres and helping them set up lives outside of the city where they wouldn’t be shunned. But peaceful protests could only get people so far. No laws planned to be established about ending the experiments on foetuses, the government still pumping out hybrid children like produce in a factory, and only so many facilities could be overrun by essentially powerless individuals who have better moral values than the pompous assholes that work in politics.

+++

You’d just spent the afternoon with Jungkook, he’d found a small lake further out of the city where you’d spent the day dipping in the water; eating sandwiches in the back of his car with fluffy towels wrapped around your shoulders. That evening however, Jungkook had to stream; leaving you at home with Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon while the other three were out on their own little date (not their words, but yours).

You were lounging by Yoongi’s side, his arm lazily slung over your shoulder while Hobi was flat on his belly across the sofa while Namjoon sat on the chair.

The movie was innocent enough, a typical coming of age story with boringly attractive cast members and a cliché plotline. To no surprise it was Hoseok’s choice; Namjoon nor Yoongi wanting to disappoint the wolf allowed him to pick what he wanted.

When a steamier scene started to play on the large screen, you didn’t think much of it. Familiar with random sex scenes being worked into sappy romance films even if this was on the family channel. You supposed production companies were trying to broaden their audience.

Your nose twitches when the sweet scent of arousal penetrates the air, and like tumbling dominoes, it’s only moments before you can start to feel yourself slicken up. Panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably.

You look over at Hoseok, who’s already staring right at you. Yoongi asks if you’re okay when you start to fidget beside him, thighs rubbing together to try and alleviate some of the steadily growing ache between your legs.

Namjoon watches as Hoseok pushes himself to sit up, hungrily pouncing for you; his lips smacking onto your own for a heated kiss. You let out a strained moan, partially because you just bit your tongue, and partly because Hoseok’s lips felt so nice against your own.

You manage to pull back for a greedy gulp of air—long string of saliva snapping between the two of you when you both sit back. You manage to catch the wide eyes of Yoongi sat beside you, pupils blown as he takes a moment to catch up with what he just witnessed.

“Did you really get horny from a movie sex scene” you manage to pant, teasing lilt to your voice.

Hoseok just frowns, fingers taking a hold of your shirt before he brings his lips back towards yours; kiss softer this time.

“Maybe” he murmurs, his lips a hairs width away from your own.

You close the gap between you, fingers trailing down his clothed torso to the evident bulge in his jeans. You palm him over the rough material, drinking down each and every moan that he lets out as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips.

With hesitant hands, you feel Yoongi behind you start to trail his hands over your stomach, thin summer dress doing nothing to hide your hard nipples as Hoseok grinds up into your hand.

When you part, your eyes meet Namjoon’s—even in such a situation he always looks so calm and calculating.

“Joonie” you beckon him over, “want a kiss”

Never one to disappoint, Namjoon pushes himself from the chair—sauntering over towards where the three of you were on the couch. He leans down, indulging you in a slow, passionate kiss as Hoseok’s wandering hands slip up the skirt of your dress, deft fingers rubbing over your covered slit; groaning at how damp the material was.

“You’re soaking, sweetness” Hoseok tells you once you and Namjoon part, your mouth falling open in a soft moan as Yoongi pinches your pert nipples.

“Just for you” you manage to squeeze out, hips rocking back and forth over Hoseok’s hand.

He smiles devilishly at that, pushing your panties to the side to gather your slick from your leaking hole. He smears your wetness around your folds, tips of his index finger barely pushing into your pulsating hole.

You grind down on his hand, palm nudging your clit perfectly as your fingers scramble to help clip open his belt. Sensing your desperation, Namjoon helps you, gently pulling your fingers away from Hoseok’s jeans to help get them off.

At some point, Yoongi had stopped his teasing at your breasts, unclipping his own belt, pulling his jeans down and discarding them somewhere on the floor.

“Keep the dress on, you look too pretty” Hoseok tells you when you go to take it off, pulling your thighs to lay over his own so he can take your panties off.

“Bend over, baby” comes the wolf’s harsh tone, and you do just that. Flipping the skirt of your dress over your bare asshole, tails falling limp over your back, face and chest laying on the sofa as you present to Hoseok like the dumb puppy you were trying to please the larger wolf.

You feel him palm the plush cheeks of your ass, thumb teasing the rim before his hand stoops lower, index and middle finger dipping into your clenching hole. His other hand swats at your skin, lip bitten back by his teeth as your skin flushes a dark red with each slap to your left cheek.

Namjoon groans as he watches slick spill from your hole, body subconsciously aware of the pheromones Hoseok must be pumping into the air. When you look up to what Yoongi was doing, you catch sight of him stroking his cock; not as girthy as the others but definitely the longest, curved in the perfect place to make you see stars whenever he fucks you.

You reach out, slim fingers wrapping around his shaft as you start to stroke him, his own hand dipping to squeeze his balls.

Your mouth falls open when you feel the blunt head of Hoseok’s cock pull your cunt open, stretch immense as he slowly feeds all of his length into your awaiting hole. Head thrown back as you squeeze his length—begging for him to shoot his cum right into the back of your cunt.

“Feel good, darling?” Namjoon runs a soothing hand over your back, biting back a moan when Hoseok decided to start jacking the younger producer off.

“Really good” you let out a long sigh when Hoseok bottoms out, pelvis flush against your plush ass cheeks.

Yoongi throws his head back when you start to speed up your strokes, fingers feeling sticky with the amount of precum that was leaking from his slit—momentarily you pull your hand from Yoongi’s shaft, bringing the tangy precum to coat your tongue. You hum, spitting into your hand to help lubricate Yoongi’s length more before you went back to stroking.

Hoseok chooses that moment to start rocking his hips, small circles to help you adjust around his thick cock.

“Think this small cunt can take my knot?” Hoseok growls, the only semblance of a warning you get before he starts jackhammering into you, well-rounded thighs rippling each time he thrusts into you.

You blabber, almost incoherent as you call out his name, fingers falling tighter around Yoongi who chokes out a long moan.

You think you feel Namjoon’s slender fingers trail underneath your body, using your own arousal to slick up your clit. You jolt forwards when he starts to rub tight figures of eight on the small bundle of nerves.

“You close, pretty?” Hoseok moans, pleasure consuming his whole body as you clench around him.

You nod, hand slipping from Yoongi’s hard cock as you grab onto the fabric of the couch, your moans in tandem with Hoseok’s as Namjoon continues to flick at your clit.

You feel a gush of wetness spray from your cunt, Hoseok and Namjoon’s groans echoing in your ears as you rock your hips back to meet Hoseok’s thrusts. He quickly pulls his length from your pussy, guiding his cock to slap over your clit, watching as another gush of wetness squirts out of you onto his abdomen; dripping to coat the base of his cock in your juices.

“Holy shit” Hoseok breathes, languidly stroking his length—coating it in your release, “Baby you just squirted”

You release a shuddering breath, thighs still shaky as your hips fall onto the couch, legs twitching as you take a moment to breath.

“Did I?” you manage to croak out, thighs clamping shut when Namjoon goes to run a finger through your slit. You feel his finger wiggle against your clit, and you feel tears run down your cheeks in overstimulation.

“I’m sensitive Joonie” you whine, hips bucking.

“Want me to stop?” he continues to flick at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“No” you moan, slowly closing in on a second orgasm.

Hoseok watches as a gush of your cum leaks from your cunt, drippling down to where Namjoon continues to flick at your clit, skirt of your dress falling over your ass.

You look over at Yoongi, the tip of his cock bordering on purple as he watches your thighs clench an unclench.

“Can I ride you?” you watch the older producer’s eyes widen, “Just don’t touch my clit and I think I’ll be fine”

“You sure?” he asks, hands already moving to help you sit up.

You place your thighs either side of Yoongi’s, hand falling between your bodies to grab at his long shaft while the other holds up your dress so Yoongi can watch where the two of you connect. Carefully, avoiding your sensitive clit, you push the head of his cock past your velvety walls.

Your thighs strain as you bounce in Yoongi’s lap, grateful when you feel Namjoon’s fingers wrap around your waist to help lift you up on the eldest’s cock.

Yoongi can feel your silklike walls squeezing his length, your own cum from your prior orgasm dripping down to his balls, loud squelching of your sopping cunt rivalling your moans.

Hoseok’s fingers skim the base of your tails causing you to slump forwards, falling onto Yoongi’s chest.

You feel his cock twitch, nudging perfectly into your g-spot before he cums. Milky white semen glazing your walls. You continue to bounce in his lap, helping him ride out his high.

He has to hold your hips down, mainly because he wanted to keep his cum deeper inside of you, but he was also slowly nearing being painfully overstimulated.

And Yoongi groans when he looks down as you lift yourself off of his cock, your cunt squeezing his gooey release back onto his length.

“Think you can go one more time?” Hoseok asks you, helping you stand as your legs were still shaky.

“Yeah” you turn to look over at Namjoon, “But what about you?” you ask the younger producer.

He waves you off, hand already trailing down his stomach to take a hold of his cock, “I don’t mind cumming on your tits”

You let out what could only be described as an unattractive snort as you let Hoseok position you how he wanted, malleable in his arms as he gets comfy.

You can feel each ridge and divot of his girthy cock as Hoseok pushes into you, your walls oversensitive from the constant stimulation you’d had paired with the multiple orgasms Namjoon and Hobi seemed to wring out of you.

Hoseok’s pace is a lot softer than he had been, enjoying being able to hold your hands while your legs rested over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms flexing as he leans down to press a firm kiss to your lips; thin string of saliva dangling between the two of you when he eventually pulls away.

Rhythmically Hoseok rocks into you, fingers gently squeezing your own as you fall over the edge for who knows what time that evening. You shudder, long drawn moan spilling past your lips as you orgasm, less intense than the prior ones but equally as pleasing.

Luckily it seemed Hoseok’s knot was catching onto your rim, your spasming walls massaging his length; enough to bring him over the edge. His knot locks in place, keeping the two of you breathing heavily as Hoseok’s thick cum splatters deep into your cunt.

You hear Namjoon moan, his cum dribbling onto your chest second later as he strokes his length. What you don’t anticipate is Yoongi kneeling over your head with his long cock enclosed in a tight fist.

Your eyes squeeze shut, Yoongi’s low groan the only warning you get before his cum shoots over your chest, joining Namjoon’s own seed. The younger of the two producers smearing the mixed concoction over your nipples.

A drop or two falls onto your forehead, Yoongi scooping it up with his index finger before pushing it into your mouth.

“You guys hungry?” Namjoon asks as he pulls his belt through the loops of his jeans.

You and Hoseok turn to look at each other, eyes trailing down to where you were still locked together, “Might have to wait a while hyung”

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You stare at the run-down building, worried maybe you had bitten off more than you could chew buying Jin a restaurant—or what will be a restaurant. Currently it looked a little worse for wear, and you’re pretty sure you saw a few rats milling around like they owned the place. Which is definitely a health hazard, but you didn’t know the number of the local rat terminators, plus you didn’t want them killed. What if one of them was a chef, like Remy? And he could help Jin run the place.

You knew Jin would probably be angry, mad that you’d spent all your inheritance money on the raggedy old building just because he once had a dream.

And to him it may have been a fleeting moment, nothing more than a dream—something so far out of reach he gave up chasing it all those years ago when it was evident that he would never own his own restaurant. To you however, Jin having such an ambitious dream had always left you in awe. And while maybe he buried the idea of having his own quint, little, hybrid-run eatery in the dark crevices of his mind, you always awaited the day you could surprise him with the perfect place and enough money to make it his own.

Food was more than a basic human need in Jin’s life. His cooking brought people together, made you all sit around the table as a family and bond while you ate the meal he graciously prepared. Hours spent after longs hours at work cooking for the two of you after your owner died and you had no one but each other left in the world. Jin learnt to cook meals that brought the two of you comfort, encouraged you to start your own garden, both of your hobbies working in tandem with one another; you were occupied during the day and Jin got to cook with your homegrown produce.

You would have never met Jimin if it weren’t for your garden, nor would you have ever bonded with Namjoon over a similar interest. Food meant the world to Jin and Jin meant the world to you.

Lazy afternoon spent as teenagers binging cooking shows, Jin remembering recipes off by heart after only hearing chefs explain them once. Evenings spent around the table, giggling at jokes around Jin’s cooking, your owner always looking a little healthier than he had that morning thanks to Jin’s meals.

You remember the exact moment he had spilled his secret dream, embarrassed you would find him too ambitious and laugh. But you’d listened to him, watched the excited glint in his eyes as he explained every miniscule detail about what he wanted his restaurant to look like, from the wallpaper to the tables, to the menus. Maybe Italian in style, but he worried people would think he only sold Italian food, and a greasy American diner didn’t fit the aesthetic of his cooking; homecooked, hearty meals made for the people you love. So you told him to create a design of his own, something that stood out.

He’d spent hours that night telling you of his dream, and maybe that was the moment you realised you were in love with him, more than a housemate or an older sibling. You loved Kim Seokjin because he was modest, humble when he could easily brag about his immense skills in all areas of life, he had vocation, a dream so wholly him you could only admire him, he was kind, patient—answering all of your questions, helping you when he was busy.

You just really loved Jin.

Sometimes when you love a person, it’s hard to find the right words to explain how much you, well, love them. It’s hard to put into words your admiration for someone without sounding like a broken record, overused words of endearment and cheesy compliments had never felt like enough because if everyone else in the world could say them, then what was so special about your love for that particular person.

After everything Jin had done for you, ‘I love you’ didn’t feel like enough.

Of course, you hoped Jin knew that you loved him—you loved him more than life itself. But you felt the best way to truly cement your feeling for him, was to give him the final push to quit the dead-end job he currently worked at and took the final leap towards his long-time dream.

You aren’t sure why you feel so nervous when you get a text from Jungkook announcing he would be arriving with Jin in less than 5 minutes, maybe it’s because you don’t know how he’ll react, what if he doesn’t like the layout? Or the area? What if he just didn’t like it because you thought you’d be a little righteous and force a whole new responsibility onto him. You tried to remember as much of his description as possible, not worried that the building was more expensive than the other places you’d viewed as it was closer to the CBD, perfect for business, even if the place was going to be run by a hybrid.

You planned to hand off the last of your inheritance money to Jin for decorating, wanting him to create his dream restaurant. It’s not like you had much use for it anyways, with Namjoon and Yoongi’s wages enough to cover food, with Hoseok now working for money rather than rent and Jungkook making more off his streams than he had when you first met him, money wasn’t ever going to be an issue. So, you’d much rather hand it off to Jin who would use it for something worthwhile.

You choose not to turn around when you hear the engine of a car rev behind where you’re stood, ignition clicking off before the doors open.

Jin comes to stand beside you, his arm falling comfortably over your shoulder as he looks up at the gritty building.

“You okay, sweetheart? Jungkook said you had a surprise?”

You look over your shoulder at Jungkook who leans against his car, a smile that you can only assume was to be encouragement gracing his pretty face. “You remember when you told me you wanted to own a restaurant?” you ask, watching Jin’s side profile as his eyebrows crease, cogs of his brain whirring away.

“Yeah?” he turns to look at you and then back at the building, pointing at it, his eyes widen in surprise.

“I know it’s not much but it’s in a good area so business should be good, and I have the rest of my inheritance money for you to decorate the place just as you dreamed” you explain, biting your lip.

Jin stays silent, eyes raking over the dingy building. You feel your heart drop to your stomach when his arm slips from your shoulder, maybe you’d gone too far.

“You did this, for me?” he asks, hesitantly taking a step closer to the building.

“Of course, once you told me you wanted to be a chef, I decided I’d save up for your own place” you explain, rocking back and forth on your heels.

Jin turns towards you, and you’re a little taken aback by how glossy his eyes were. You let out a squeak when he pulls you into his chest. And you open your mouth to complain that you could feel your ribs cracking under the pressure of his hug but choose not to when you hear Jin snivel, pearly tears falling onto the crown of your head like the rain does in spring.

You wrap your arms around Jin’s torso, your own eyes glazing over with saline tears as you feel his body shake. It’s not often Jin cries, he always had the idea that he had to be the stronger one for the two of you; so you couldn’t help but feel that tell-tale little lump form in your throat as you feel your own emotions catch up on you.

“Why would you spend your inheritance money on this… this silly little dream?” he pulls you away from his chest, eyes glassy as they meet your own.

“Because it was never silly, Jin. Do you know how cool I thought you were when you told me?” you smile up at him, hand snaking between your bodies to wipe away the tears that ran down his cheeks.

“What about your money?”

“I don’t really have a purpose for it, so I’d much rather you have it” you wave him off with an easy smile, “Besides, Jimin was excited to start working here”

“Oh, my little fox” Jin cries, pulling you back into his chest. You let him hold you, rubbing his back as you feel his body shake, arms tightening around him when he lets out a loud sob. You don’t need to ask him to clarify if they were happy tears, the mumbled ‘I love you’s enough for you to gauge that maybe you did do the right thing.

You seem to forget about the world around you; you and Jin in your own world. Uncaring when a man walks by giving you guys the side-eye, or when an overexcited stray circles around your legs.

“Thank you”

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Later that evening you find yourself sat opposite Jin in the large bathtub, your knees pressed against each other as the mirrors fog up with the steam that whisps from the scalding hot bathwater.

Jin reaches across his lap to take a hold of your hand, bringing up to his lips to place a delicate kiss to each of your fingers.

“Thank you, for making my dream come true”

You shake your head, “It’s all thanks to grandpa, it was his money anyways”

“I think he’ll be happy, knowing where our lives have led us” Jin pulls you closer to his body, droplets of water slipping down his defined chest. You watch the water ripple around the both of you, whirring of the in-bathroom fan white noise as you allow yourself to gather your thoughts.

“I think he’d be proud, we stopped moping around and made a big change in our lives” you supply, “But I feel like no matter what, whether he was alive or dead, fate would have brought all of us together no matter what” you refer to your other 6 boyfriends who you can now hear laughing downstairs.

“You think so? We wouldn’t have gone to visit Taehyung if he hadn’t died”

“I guess not, but I think you forget why we went to that specific facility. A week after we brought Taehyung home the hybrids rioted, broke free of that shithole; so, I think fate would have brought Taehyung to us anyways” you smile, “Everything worked out in the end, so maybe all of the hurt was worth it”

You really had been thinking about your chance encounters with each of the boys, how far you’d all come from when you’d met years ago. Broken people with brittle hearts and not much hope in the scary world. But together, life seemed a little better.

“We could have gone about the problem a different way” Jin muses, running a wet hand through your hair.

“Probably, but there’s no point regretting the past when we have the whole future ahead of us. Together”

“When did you get so wise” Jin throws his head back laughing.

“Since I started hanging out with Namjoon” you joke.

Jin feels your hips start to rock forwards, soft flesh of your thighs rubbing against his slowly hardening cock.

“We have to go downstairs soon, the others will be wondering where we are” Jin sighs, hands falling to your waist to help you rock over his length; words not reflecting how he really felt. Not when he encourages you to run your slickened cunt over his length.

“We can be quick, they know that we like to spend a long time in the bath anyways” you let out a soft moan as the head of Jin’s cock runs over your clit, parting your slit before catching onto your hole.

You use the edge of the tub to help push yourself up enough before you grab onto Jin’s cock, thumb teasing his slit under water before you guide it towards your waiting hole.

When you sink down, water sloshing around the two of you, you both let out long, drawn out moans. You feel Jin’s nails sink into the skin of your hips, the rhythmic clenching of your walls around his length enough of an indication for Jin to start gently thrusting up into you.

Your hands cup his cheeks, hips rolling languidly to meet his own thrusts as you lean down to press a soft kiss to his plush lips.

Jin’s tongue licks up at the seam of your mouth, silently asking for access, you oblige moaning as you feel the wet muscle of his tongue lick up into your mouth.

You part with a wet pop, your legs clenching around the outside of Jin’s thighs as his pace quickens, determined for you both to reach your end. The fox’s hand trails from your waist, between your bodies down towards your clit, his fingers coming to rub tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I love you” you moan, hips bucking against Jin’s as plants his feet on the floor of the bathtub, pushing up into you harder.

“Love you too” he flicks at your clit, both of you uncaring as water splashes over the edge onto the tiled floors, bathmat working hard to soak in the water that you both spill. You come before Jin, a loud moan ripping up your throat as he helps you ride out your high, your hands coming to grab at your breasts as you roll your hips.

Jin comes inside of you, hips stuttering as he coats your walls with his release; his head falls back against the wall, heavily breathing as you slump onto his chest.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you” Jin whispers, head leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head. 

“And I wouldn’t know what to do without you” you look up at him with a smile.

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You and Jin stand in the doorway to the living room, 6 pairs of beady eyes looking at the both of you with knowing smiles on their faces.

“Have a nice bath?” Hoseok pipes up, teasing lilt to his voice.

You supposed if the obvious moans coming from the bathroom weren’t a dead give-away, both of your flushed red cheeks certainly were.

“Very nice, actually” you tell him, falling over Taehyung’s lap. The wolf’s fingers falling to card through the damp fur of your tails.

If anyone were to walk past your house, they’d see the lights on in the living room; sheer curtains pulled closed to give you a little privacy. And if the crickets were a little quieter, they’d be able to hear the loud laughter of Hoseok as he bounced around the living room, Jungkook hot on his tail as they mimicked the actors on the TV while Jimin filmed when and the rest of you stifled your giggles.

If someone had walked past your home years ago, maybe they would have assumed the house was abandoned, scrappy old car in the driveway with more than half of the home’s curtains closed. Dead silence from those that resided inside.

Now, you kept your owner’s old office open, the key tucked neatly away in a drawer in the kitchen. Old photos hung on the walls, and memorabilia neatly tucked into the drawers of the desk. The bookshelf now held both old and new books, Namjoon using up the empty shelf space to hold his own collection while Yoongi upgraded the old computer into something a little more modern.

You kept the office door open, letting a breeze waft through the room. The stale air no more, damp furniture reconditioned, and bad memories replaced with better ones. Newer ones that felt like they belonged in the room that had once housed better times that were no more. The musty old room a reflection of your own wretched emotions, fears you were too scared to face, because letting go of someone you love is hard.

But you can only start healing when you learn to let go.

You and Jin had finally cleared out your owner’s old bedroom too, the small grave you had both build for him remaining, but you’d sent his clothes to charity shops and shredded any remaining paperwork he had left behind, using it to cook marshmallows out in the garden of an evening.

You remember as a child, your owner—your grandpa—telling you that the brightest star in the sky would be your most loved one looking over you when they were gone, guiding you down the right path in life. So, when you look up, the sky clear of any clouds, and you spot that star, one that shines brighter than the rest; you take a moment to wonder if maybe your grandpa was watching over your new family. Happy that you and Jin had found peace of mind and opened your hearts to so many new people.

And you felt happier, sure, there were days you felt as though any progress you’d made was meaningless; life feeling a little too hard to live sometimes. But you couldn’t rush healing. And you wouldn’t rush it because learning about yourself through this journey was healing in itself.

Healing is never going to be a straight line, never going to be a solid path for you to walk down without challenges along the way, ones that push your limits, make you question why you still try even when the end seems too far out of reach. But that’s why you’ve learnt that setting small goals is the best way forwards, one step at a time; why worry about the millionth step when you’re only at the start of the race?

You’ve learnt to try and live life without regret, it’s okay to reflect, figure out what went wrong and find a solution for the future, but if you look back for too long, you’ll only stumble, slowing yourself down. Don’t regret the inevitable, the situations you have no control over, don’t regret what you haven’t done and work towards doing it. Don’t regret what could have once been, because the past is over, and you have the whole future ahead of you.

The path you’d taken hadn’t been the smoothest, nor had it been the most faultless. Afterall you are only human, and perfection is a subjective term, no one is truly perfect. Your plans had flaws and desires beyond selfish when you embarked on your journey of freedom. You’d brought 7 people into your own problem because you couldn’t handle it alone.

But you truly believed that no matter what path you had taken in life, the 7 men that sat beside you now would have caught you when you fell; each path that represented your lives always bringing you to a crossroad, where you’d meet and then walk down the same path, this time hand in hand. Fate working in a funny way to bring all 8 of you together.

And as you watch Yoongi and Jin huddled beside the barbeque, their face glowing from the charcoal lit fire with Namjoon reading to Jimin while Jungkook falls over both of their laps dozing off, Hoseok and Taehyung running around the garden like two puppies, everyone you love all in one place;

You think you’ve figured out the world’s little secret on how to build a home.

[miss-hyoko]

Umm....if you're comfortable including Indonesia swear words then, can i ask for the first year with a best friend who say something in Indonesia very often?

Like if they're mad losing some video games they curse loudly and mumble something in indo so they can't understand? I'll take the gado-gado if it still available!

“Dear customer, I hope you can forgive me for the long wait. The food you requested is kind of unique, but here's your [ANJIR!] gado-gado.”

ANJIR!

Character(s): Grim, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek (aka First Year Gang)

Summary: MC speak Indonesian

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, platonic, reader is Yuu, crack, very much self-indulgent

Note: OMG OMG ANON THIS IS SO HILARIOUS! I can't stop laughing while writing this hc; the possible chaos make me cackle like a madman 🤣🤣

The first time you spoke in Indonesian, it was an accident. You and your friends are having lunch together in the cafeteria when suddenly Grim tries to steal Ace's food. The two of them quickly started bickering so badly that the table shook. Upset your meal was interrupted, you spontaneously shouted, “KALEM, ANJING! ORANG LAGI PADA MAKAN! (CALM DOWN, (you) DOG! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO EAT HERE!)” which made everyone immediately fall silent and stare at you confusedly, didn't understand what you just said.

Deuce: “W-what language was that just now?”

Grim: “Yeah, Henchuman! What language is that? I never heard it before.”

Ace: “Well, I also don't know what language they're speaking, but one thing's for sure; they're furious.”

MC: “Glad you noticed it, Ace.” *smile forcibly* “You and Grim better shut your mouth up and continue eating in peace if you still want to borrow my notes for tomorrow exam.”

Grim, Ace: “Aye, aye, Captain.”

When school is over, your friends drag you back to Ramshackle to continue questioning you about the language you used earlier in the cafeteria. After quite an interrogation, they finally found out that you're speaking Indonesian, one of the many languages from your world.

Ace: “Still sounds odd to me.”

MC: *roll their eyes* “All languages must sound odd the first time you hear them, goblok.”

Grim: “Go- what?”

MC: *grins* “It's 'goblok', Grim. You pronounce it as go-block, which means 'dumbass'.”

Ace: *chokes* “You-”

Since almost everyone has heard you use Indonesian, you then choose to use it more often in your daily life. Now, NRC students sometimes hear the magicless human, the Prefect of Ramshackle, talking using weird language they didn't know about. Some people had asked you about the meaning of your words, but you never really answered them and only said that it was 'something that's often said back in my world'.

Most people believe it and accept your answer, while the rest are sceptical but don't ask any further. But your close friends know very well that you mainly use Indonesian whenever you want to complain, gossip, or are just too excited about someone or something.

Since the first years often hang out with you, they can't help but involuntary understand some Indonesian words that you often use, such as; 'mager' means too lazy to move, 'buset/anjir' means holy crap, 'gaje' means unclear, 'kuy' means let's go, 'santuy' means chill, and many more.

Grim doesn't mind you speaking Indonesian at all as long as you keep buying him cans of tuna. And because he's practically glued to you, he's slowly starting to be able to say some Indonesian words.

Ace and Epel don't mind as well. They even sometimes ask you to teach them swear words in Indonesian so they can 'curse other people without that person knowing'.

Deuce and Jack are neutral, mostly because they don't really understand what you're talking about in Indonesian. As long as what you say isn't a dangerous curse, they don't really care what you say.

Sebek is the one who always asks the meaning of what you say; if it were good, he would let it slide and maybe even add it to his list of praises for Malleus. But if it's not, he immediately gives you a long lecture about it right on the spot.

[kurooandkenmasslut]

Hi. I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do angst with either Kuroo or Kenma. Maybe even both if you want! Just in case I wanna thank you in advance if you write it! You can delete this if you want ofc!

But if you are writing can I be 🐮 anon?

Notes: Of course, you can!! Since I have already made a Kuroo angst, I'll make a kenma one!! I don't know if you want a male reader or a female reader, but I'll do a female reader but you can ask me to change the pronouns !!

Keys: Reader's pronouns are she/her, 'you', and Y/N. If you are new to my blog, when I write and a new character is introduced I use Bold font. I'm sorry if It's a bit confusing but Sorry for wait darling :(

Genre: Angst :(

Warning: This contains serious topics including mention of death of illness, hospitals & blood.

tagging ! ; @sookisaurus & @satisfactooru !

Five Days..

Kenma Kozume x Female reader

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You and Kenma Kozume were in the shittest class ever. Math. Kenma would never get it because he wouldn't listen because he'd be on his console. But you were good at maths and went to Kenma's house to help him with math homework. Your boyfriend would sometimes pretend to not get it just to have you over.

It became a daily basis with you coming over to his house for math. You didn't mind as long as you were with him. Math class ended and your classmate called over to you. You walked over to their desk and started talking to them. It seemed they had been stuck on math questions. You of course being kind, helped them understand the questions. You finished talking about it and asked them if they understand, and they smiled and nodded their head. You are glad you can make someone smile today again.

You turned over to the desk where you and Kenma were sitting, and to your surprise, a girl was sitting in your seat talking to your boyfriend. You closed your eyes and inhaled. 'It's okay, it's only a girl, calm down,' You thought.

"Hi excuse me? Your sitting on my seat," You said in your voice gently. The girl looked at you and turned round to Kenma. She rummaged through her bag and brought out a piece of paper. She grabbed your pencil that was on your desk and wrote down a row of numbers. 'Was that her..phone number?' You thought. 'No wait, Don't jump to conclusions Y/N, this could be a misunderstanding. What if their childhood friends? Yeah, childhood friends.'

She got up from her seat and studded down to the doorway. Before she left the classroom, she made a phone motion and mouthed 'call me' smiled, and left. You were confused. Flabbergasted even. You don't think a childhood friend would act like that. You looked over at Kenma and he looked flustered. You sighed. "Who's she?" You asked, you couldn't help to be nosy. "A childhood friend," Kenma shortly replied. You packed away your stuff and you didn't wait for Kenma this time, you left and no way in hell were you going to his house.

You got back home with the front door closed with a 'click'. "Hi love, how was your day?" Your mother questioned. She had an apron around her waist and a simple bun & pins in her hair. "It was okay, nothing special," You sighed. You were thinking about today and you had to say that today was tiring. "Well, I made a lemon cheesecake and it's in the fridge. Would you like some?" Your mother chirped. You always loved your mother's cooking. "Oooh sure," You said. Hopefully, that will take your mind off things.

And it did. Your mother had made your day, just like always. Eventually, your father came home and you all had dinner. You all watched a movie and then went to bed. You chatted with your friend, Najimi Kokomo for a bit before you went to sleep.

(hi! it's me again, I would like to mention when you were talking to Naijimi the chat font wasn't really working properly and it started going bold. I kept trying to change it to normal but it still went too bold so I'm really sorry about that !!)

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you laughed at Najimi. She always made you laugh. You put your phone down and cuddled your bedsheets as they curled around you. You smiled and fell asleep peacefully.

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You woke up with a yawn. Today was a Tuesday. You looked up at the ceiling and zoned out. You were broken out of your trance when your mother called you down for breakfast (optional). You hurried to get changed into your school uniform, did your hair, put light make-up on, and hurried downstairs. You greeted your parents good morning and ate (whatever you have for b.f).

You finished your breakfast and checked your watch. You had twenty-eight minutes before class starts so you decided to pack it up and leave. You bid your goodbyes to your parents and started walking. A car pulled up beside you, you turned your head to the mystery person and your face was met with Najimi's beautiful face, ocean blue eyes, and jet-black hair. "Heyo! Get your ass in!" Najimi yelled. "I'm coming now! hold on," you said while rushing to get in. It started to rain, and Najimi saved you. "Thank you, my knight," you said dramatically. "No problem princess," Najimi said in a deep voice, which made you laugh.

Najimi and you eventually got to the school in time thankfully. "WHAT CLASS DO YOU HAVE FIRST?!" Najimi questioned through blasting music. "UH LET ME CHECK, ...MATH SHIT," You said, you really didn't want to see Kenma first thing in the morning. Sure you knew you'd meet him eventually, but not first class. I suppose you'd say that you're.. jealous. But of course, you would never admit that. Najimi looked over at your face. "Hey, what's wrong? you've got a big frown on your face," She questioned. You sighed. "I'll tell you after school, but for now we're going to be late," You said. Najimi nodded and you both left the car and went your separate ways. (you see what I did there 🤭)

You went over to your locker, got your books for your classes, closed your locker and your face was met with a 6ft man with gorgeous hazel eyes looking down at you. You recognized him as Kuroo Tetsurō, Kenma's best friend and morning alarm. "Good morning, Kuroo-san!" You chirped. You and Kuroo got on well together. "Morning, Y/N-chan," He smiled and did a little wave. You chatted with him before the bell rang. And when it did, you bid your goodbyes and headed to math class.

You had come to the class doorway and you did a little prep to yourself before you actually went in. You opened the door and your eyes scanned where your desk was again. Your eyes found your boyfriend's dyed blond hair and your legs immediately went over where he was. Before you even got four steps in, you realized that it was the same girl as yesterday sitting on your seat, again. She was touching him. Touching his hair, his shoulders, his hands. You were furious. Yesterday wasn't as bad as today. Your heart wanted to stomp over there and shove her off, but you knew better than to do that.

But you also knew that you had to confront her about it, you knew it was childish but how dare she starts touching your boyfriend like he was hers? You walked over there and stopped that you and kenma's desk. "Hi, sorry to interrupt your conversation, but you sitting on my seat, again." You said with a bit of venom in your voice. The girl looked at Kenma and back at you. "You know her? Cause I certainly don't. Anyways I'm actually really good at games, I could help you get better," she says as her index finger touched her bottom lip.

"Excuse me? Did you not hear me?—" You said but unfortunately the teacher always has to ruin everything. "Ahem, Y/N? Please sit down on your own seat," She asked sternly. "But miss—" "Sit down to Toshi over there, now." Your eyes widened. Toshi was the perverted guy in the school. Everyone avoided him at all costs. But now you had to sit next to him? Everyone looked at you with sorrowful eyes. Some even started praying for you. You slowly walked over to where he was. You couldn't even look at him. While Kenma just sat there and didn't do anything about it.

All during class, you could feel a burning gaze on you. You glanced beside you and you knew who was already staring at you— Toshi. "Hi, do you need something? You've been staring at me ever since came over here," Your voice is gentle and holding back venom. "H-H-Hah, y-y-your very pretty," He said while drooling. You scrunched up your nose and pretended like you almost didn't vomit right then and there."T-Thank you," you answered, clearly uncomfortable. You looked back at the front of the class, noticing familiar cat-eyed eyes staring back at you.

Math class ended finally ended and you hurried out the door. "Y/N wait," A soft voice called you back. You stopped in your tracks and turned around. Kenma slowed down taking notice of how you stopped. "We haven't talked since yesterday, what's up with you?" Kenma questioned. 'Was he actually serious? Deadass?' Your confusion showed on your face. "Why aren't you talking to me?" Kenma questioned again. Still no response. You decided to answer, ready to scold him and tell him why you aren't talking to him. That was until an annoying, bratty voice called your boyfriend's name. "Kenma~ Do you wanna eat lunch together?" The girl asked. 'Oh, her.' You thought and grumbled. She grabbed onto his right arm and latched on. Then she looked at you.

"Who's she KenKen?" 'What? She gave him a nickname? The nickname that you give him? she must have been on his phone and went through our chat, what a bitch' "My girlfriend," Kenma replied. "Oh, but you told me she was just a friend? And that you two broke up ages ago?" Your eyes widened. 'What the fuck? Did I hear that shit right?' Your head tilted and your face showed anger. Kenma also looked shocked too. "I never-" You never got to hear the rest of his sentence because you ran off. You teared up a bit. You really couldn't believe Kenma would do that to you. You ran into the bathroom and sat there thinking. You let a few tears out but didn't full-on sob, no way were you going to cry over a boy. no way.

Timeskip to the end of the day!

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You stayed in school but completely ignored Kenma and the mystery girl. You let a breath out of your mouth after finishing your third essay's last part. You had two more, but you weren't bothered to even touch them. The bell rang and you lazily packed up. You were tired, exhausted, and drowsy, and your energy was completely fatigued. Tears fell from how tired you were. You knew your parents would worry but didn't care at that moment. You grabbed your bag and walked to the doorway. Your fingertips touched the door handle and you opened the door. Walked out of the school gates and Najimi was your knight and shining armor. "Hey! Hop in girl," She said while she beckoned you over. You happily obligated and walked over and jumped in.

Just about when she was about to start her car, she looked over at you suspiciously and squinted her eyes. "Were you..crying?!" You exclaimed with wide eyes. "Who made you cry? Tell me their name and last name, their year, their parent's name, and their parent's number, when did this happen? what time? exactly what time, the exact digits of when this happened. I need your opinion on this, a knife, a gun, or some gardening tools, oh! and where should we bury them-" "Woah there Najimi! We are not killing or burying someone here," "Oh come on Y/N! Don't be so boring! But seriously, who made you cry?" She questioned.

You didn't know if you should tell her, or if she might actually murder your 'boyfriend' and his childhood friend. You thought it was the best choice to tell her, she was your best friend after all. "Okay before I tell you, you promise not to kill them okay?" She looked at you and rolled her eyes, muttering something like 'i'll still kill em' as you gave her a look so she sighed and said "Okay okay, I promise," While you ranted, You fiddled with your fingers and did not look at her and suddenly interested in your nails. You watched a glimpse of her face and she did not look happy. A vein popped on her forehead as you finished. "Oh that boy's going to get it, I knew he wasn't right for you!" She said but covered her mouth and coughed. "I-I mean! I will totally not beat him up or anything..haha..ha.." as she nervously laughed. You crossed your arms and gave her a stern look. "I- I'll just start the car now.." she mumbled.

"Thank you for the ride yet again Najimi, I appreciate it a lot," "Don't worry about it, hun!" She smiled and put a thumb up. You smiled and closed the door. You waved and she waved back. She turned and beeped the horn as you giggled.

You made it inside your comfortable home and you took off your shoes. "I'm home Mother and Father!" You yelled as the walls echoed around you. Your mother peeked her head out of the sitting room. "Hello lovely! How was your day?" She asked politely. "It was okay, nothing special," You answered. You hoped that she couldn't see the redness on your face from the crying. She was about to speak but you interrupted her. "I'm going to go change up in my room, call me if you need me," you said as you walked up the stairs.

You changed and turned off the lights, wrapped yourself in a blanket, and stared at the ceiling. Today was chaotic, annoying, dreadful, and exhausting. You didn't know how you felt about Kenma today. Your head hurt thinking about it. You tried to be polite to the mystery girl, you've always been nice, but you didn't understand. Was it because of your looks? or was it your personality? were you too nice to people it got annoying to people? Just about when you were about to overthink again, someone softly knocked on the door. "Come in!" You said. It was Mother. "Hi love, sorry to bother you, but I noticed that you looked like you were crying, is there something you want to tell me?" She asked softly. After a few seconds, You burst into tears. You couldn't keep it in. "Shh, it's okay, let it all out," she said, her movements gentle. You sobbed in her arms. All day today, you kept it in, and you didn't even realize you were.

After a few minutes of crying, your tears dried up, and you started sniffling. Your mother soothed your hair and hummed. "Dear, would you mind explaining what happened today?" she said, in the softest voice she could. You nodded and slowly told her about the incidents that happened today. She nodded and thought for a moment. "I see," She replied. She stood up. "I'll be back, love," She said and walked out the door.

After a few minutes, your mother came in with a tray with a cup of tea, your favorite biscuits (or cookies or any food you like) three bars of chocolate & ice cream. "I also called the school, you'll be off for the week, but if you need more time, just tell me okay?" She settled the tray on your table & you nodded, walked over to her, and hugged her. "Thank you," you murmured through her fluffy jumper. She petted your head and replied, "Anytime, my lovely daughter," and kissed the top of your head.

It was far into the night and you were cuddled up on your bed watching a movie on your laptop with your AirPods in. You were watching a horror movie. You remembered when you watched horror movies with... Kenma.

⁜ Flashback ⁜

"Oh Jesus," kenma whispered loudly. The girl in the movie was in an abandoned house because of a dare. She kept hearing noises from the room upstairs so she crept up the stairs, slowly and silently. Until she stepped on a creaky stair board. You both flinched when a hand suddenly came up behind her and grabbed her shoulder. "This is why I don't play truth or dare," Kenma muttered into your shoulder. You laughed. But he was right, when Yamamoto decided it was a good time to play truth or dare outside at lunch break, everyone participated except Kenma, and he'd always hang out with you.

Kenma reached over for a slice of his apple pie and jumped when he heard a jumpscare since you two shared the same AirPods since he didn't bring his over. He tsked and ate a piece of the pie before he laid back down. You cuddled right up close to him and your eyes felt drowsy. You attempted to keep them open and watch the movie, but you physically couldn't and your eyes shut and fell into a slumber. Kenma gave his rare smile when he looked down at you. He switched your laptop off and put it down with a click and placed it on your table next to your bed. He cuddled next to you, arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled with each other, a girlfriend and boyfriend in a peaceful, calm slumber.

⁜ Flashback End ⁜

You smiled when you thought about the memory. But the smile you had faded and you continued to eat your ice cream.

The movie had ended and you have finished the ice cream. You checked your watch around your wrist and it showed up in big numbers 5:46 am it showed. you quickly texted Najimi that you weren't coming in for the rest of the week. You turned off your phone and laptop and put them both on the table. You flopped back down on your bed and your eyes shut and you quickly fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up at 11:56 am and yawned. You got up, made your bed, brushed your teeth, styled your hair for the day, and got changed into your normal clothes instead of pajamas. You came downstairs and noticed a note sitting on the table. You read it and it said, "leaving for work late, could you please run to the shop and get me some stuff for dinner? the list & the money is beside this note. thank you y/n, love mum. :)"

You picked up the list and looked through the list. You nodded to yourself and put on your coat and shoved the list into your coat pocket. You got on your shoes by the door and got the keys, opened the door, locked it, and went on with your day. You came to the shop that you wanted to go to and went in. you took the list out of your pocket and looked through it again. You got a basket and put the stuff from the list in there.

You were heading towards the till and your eyes watched a glimpse of two boys in a red jumpsuits. You took a second glimpse at them and noticed they were Kuroo and Kenma. 'Shit.' You hurried to the till at this point and prayed they hadn't seen you. For you, unfortunately, there was a long line at every. till. You had to be joking. Your whole body tensed when you heard your name being called. "Hey! Y/N!" You heard Kuroo say. You ignored them and pretended like you didn't hear him. "Heyo, Y/N~" Kuroo cooed. It was your turn to scan your items. with shaky and fast hands you scanned your items as quickly as you could. A free bag was next to you so you grabbed that, shoved the items you bought into the bag, and fled. You came outside and there was quite the crowd. But that didn't matter to you, the thing that mattered to you was getting out of here. You tried to get past the busy crowd and looked behind you. You saw a 6ft behead with jet black hair & a red jumpsuit and white writing on the back reading 'ネコマ' ( Nekoma ) with a 5'6 boy with black roots and dyed blond hair, also having the red jumpsuit and white writing at the back, reading 'ネコマ' (Nekoma) looking over people's heads trying to find someone.

Running as fast as you could, trying your hardest not to bump into people around. You looked over your shoulder again and it looks like Kuroo and Kenma had hurried their pace. You turned the corner which is the same street where you live. You sighed happily, still running. You were athletic also, running all of this was no problem, especially with a shopping bag clinging to your right arm.

You'd reached your home, finally, and opened the door with the key in your pocket. You dropped the bags on the table and sighed. You really didn't know where to go on now. You looked out the window and Kuroo and Kenma were gone. What a relief. You checked your phone and you saw over 50+ messages from Najimi. You sweatdropped and answered her. You two chatted for a bit before you two left.

Mother came home from work and made (favorite meal) for you. You loved your mother so, so much. She made you feel like you were loved. She made you feel like you were appreciated. You smiled at the thought of your mother. "Y/n dear! Dinner's ready!~" She said. You walked downstairs, and the smell of dinner rose into your nostrils. Your mouth watered. Your mother turned round and smiled warmly. Her gorgeous white teeth gleamed in the light. "Hi dear, Your dinner's on the table," she replied. You heard the keys jingling against the keyhole before the door opened. It was your father. "Hello, I'm home ladies," Your father said as he hung his coat up against the coat hanger. He walked over to where you and your mother were in, The kitchen. Your mother walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Why hello love! You just in time for dinner, how was work?" Your mother questioned as she gave a small kiss on his right cheek.

"It was okay, nothing special," He replied, and you three had all started eating dinner.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back," Your mother said as she went over to the bathroom. Now was your chance. Mother had always done the dishes and cleaned up everything, making sure everything was perfect. You jumped up from your seat and cleaned off your dirty plate and your parent's plates. You put them into the dishwasher and got the 'Pink Stuff' (it is a cleaning product if you didn't know) spray and started cleaning the table, and the counters and started brushing the floor. You heard the bathroom door open and footsteps going...upstairs? "Y/n dear, I'm going to change into my pajamas, Leave the cleaning to me!" She said, no way was she going to clean. Not to mention, she looked quite tired today, and you weren't going to make her clean the whole house herself.

The downstairs was spotless and shining, which you were very proud of. You realized that your parents were coming downstairs. "Y/n? where'd you-" Her eyes widened like saucers. It's not like you'd never cleaned the house before. "Wow," she said breathlessly. Everything was so shiny and clean. Not even a speck of 00001% of bacteria in the place. She waddled over you and gave you a bear hug and some praises. "That's how I raised my little girl!!" She praised. You scratched the back of your nape and laughed nervously. "Thank you mother," you chirped. Your father patted your head. "Well done, my lovely daughter y/n," You smiled in acknowledgment. You three had sat down to have a movie night. Your mother loves Halloween, But you and your father? not so much. You two were more of a Christmas person. And this week it was your mother's turn to pick the movie and she chose over a million times, 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' 'To get in the Halloween spirit' she quoted.

The movie ended and you three were all very, very sleepy. You looked at your watch and it looked like it was 12:19 am, and you and your family had rarely stayed up that late. You said goodnight to both of them and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You changed, put your hair in a ponytail (short-haired readers ignore this!), and flopped into bed.

⁝ — Next morning!

You woke up, but not at the sound of your daily alarm, but with text messages. You stretched and reached for your phone. It was Najimi and...Kuroo?

You understood about Najimi spamming you every morning, but Kuroo? You really didn't know about that since you and Kuroo-san never really talked. Your curiosity got the better of you and checked what Kuroo had texted you out of the blue.

100% [▣] 7:49 AM ⁝ Kuroo Tetsurō Hi y/n it's Kuroo here, I wanted to ask you if you have seen Kenma? You know since he's your boyfriend n all? he's not at his house right now and his mother doesn't know either, I tried calling him but he never replied. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n

Y/n L/n Hi Kuroo San! Kenma & I aren't really together anymore I suppose? some girl he knows said we aren't so I don't really know, but he's currently not here. ‹ Read by Kuroo Tetsurō Kuroo Tetsurō Oh, Kenma never told me that, sorry about you and Kenma, thank you for the help! ‹ Read by Y/n L/n Y/n L/n no worries! xx ‹ Read by Kuroo Tetsurō

You wondered where Kenma was, no, he isn't your problem. You signed and got out of bed. There was no school today since it was a Saturday. You changed into a hoodie and bicycle shorts, (you can change them if you want) and went downstairs. Your parents were still in bed which is totally understandable and made some pancakes. You wanted to make a cheesecake today, the one your mother gave you the recipe that runs in the family. The doorbell rang unexpectedly which gave you a bit of a fright. You opened the door and it was... Najimi? "Najimi? What are you doing here it's like eight o'clock," You asked questionably. "Uh, I called you over twenty times! We're going shopping!" she squealed. "Now though? And shut up because my parents are still sleeping," you said in a low tone. She lightly hit you on the head. "Right c'mon, let's go to your room to pick out what to wear since you have no taste whatsoever," She came in, closed the door, grabbed your hand, and dragged you up into your room.

"No," "No." "Ew no." "Noo." "No way." "Is that yours" "WHAT IS THERE THEN OH MY GOD" "You know what, I don't care what you don't like, you're wearing this sexy fit-out, no complaints, or you like Toshi in your math class," You sighed at that. If you started to complain, Najimi would never shut up about it. The outfit she made you wear was a (fit of your choice) which made you look hotter than you'd thought you look like. Najimi stared at you with hearty eyes. "Marry me!!" "No." You both went downstairs and you wrote a note and texted your mother about where you were going. You took your money out of your purse and checked how much you had. "You won't be using that," Najimi smirked, and pulled out her dad's black card.

"Are you going to buy the whole shop Najimi," You said exhausted. "Yeah might," She whispered. It hadn't been the first time she had. She got everything, Gucci, Prada & Louis Vuitton. She also bought you everything she liked. "Ooh! Love this dress, I think it'll look gorgeous on you!" she exclaimed while she put it in her shopping bag. You rolled your eyes at her behavior. "Are you hungry? Let's go to that restaurant over there!" She pointed. It looked very modern, fancy, and expensive. You bet her father is sobbing because Najimi is spending all his money right now. You both got dinner and dessert since it was around 6 pm. "I am full, thank you for the meal and dessert Najimi, here I'll pay-" "don't you dare," she said while glaring at you. "Wha-" "Don't pay or I'll kill you," she says seriously. you put your hands up and agreed. You've always wondered why she wanted to pay all the time

You checked your phone and it said that an unknown number had texted you.

80% [▣] 6:56 .P.M.

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Unknown Number stay away. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n Y/n L/n Hi, I think you have the wrong number. ‹ Read by Unknown Number Unknown Number No, I have the right one. Y/n L/n. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n Y/n L/n How do you know my name? and why did you text me? ‹ Read by Unknown Number Unknown Number This is a warning, stay away from him. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n Y/n L/n excuse me? who is 'him' may I ask? and do you think you can try & threaten me? ‹ Read by Unknown number Unknown Number Stay away from... Kozume Kenma. You don't deserve him. He's better than you. If you don't stay away, my hands will get bloody, Y/n. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n

Block Unknown Number? [Yes please.] [No thank you.] [Yes please.] [No thank you.] Unknown Number Blocked!

Najimi looked over your shoulder. "Who'd ya just block there?" she asked, confusion on her face. You told her what just happened in the past five minutes. Eyebrows raised and mouth agape. "HAH? WHO DARES TO THREATEN MY SUGAR PLUM?!" "That's the thing Naji, I don't know," "ILL BEAT THEM UP" "No you can't, remember what the principal said?" "Najimi you cannot do that it is utterly disappointing someone on my school grounds acts like that," she said in a mocking voice. "See? Now can we go home? my legs are about to give out and my arms are jelly carrying all this expensive stuff you bought me, not to mention the stuff I didn't need," You said in a tired voice. Najimi muttered something similar to 'yeah yeah whatever'.

You finally came home from shopping with Najimi. Your mother invited her over for dinner. She eventually agreed. Najimi had been over to your house for dinner already over a thousand times, so it wasn't awkward or anything. Najimi was like the sister you never had.

"Y/n, pass me over the gravy, " Najimi as her hand beckoned over the gravy. "So Najimi, how's life treating you?" Your mother asked. "It's okay so far, what about you Mrs. L/n?" "For the millionth time, Please call me Kumi Najimi, And it's amazing so far. Will you all like dessert?" Your mother questioned. You all replied 'yes' answer.

"Thank you all for the meal and dessert, I'll be taking my leave now," Najimi said while she bowed. "Oh no, Najimi would you like to stay over? It's quite late and driving when it's dark is dangerous." Your mother said, sternly. "Hm, I don't know, Are you sure?" "Of course!!" Your mother smiled warmly.

Night fell and you all headed to bed, Najimi changed into her pajamas from her emergency bag in your closet. You two watched a bit of anime before you headed to bed. You hoped that the last time Najimi was here wouldn't be the same.

⁜ Flashback ⁜

You woke up to see Najimi's face beside yours, snoring away. She was so loud you could hear her from a mile away. You got up and rubbed your eyes. You didn't think you were going to go back to sleep in a while.

You looked over to the window since you thought maybe something was moving, or maybe it was because you have just woken up. But your tiredness isn't the problem, you actually did see something move again and you are sure it wasn't your imagination. You quietly crept up to the window, slowly.

You were met with goldish-brownish eyes staring back at you. It was your boyfriend, Kenma. "Kenma! What are you doing here? Remember what happened last time?" You whispered. Your parents were suspicious of you, and so they caught Kenma talking to you through the window on the tree. They thought that you two were..going to do inappropriate things.

"Yeah yeah, I just need my game back," He grumbled. He couldn't 'sleep' without it. You muttered a-okay and skidded across your room where your PlayStation was sitting. Your eyes scanned for the game Kenma needed and grabbed it and gave it to him. "Thank you," he murmured before giving your a goodbye kiss. You blushed and kissed back. A few seconds passed and you two broke apart. A part of you wanted him to stay with you, but we all knew that couldn't happen. Najimi stirred around and got up and yawned. Kenma rushed down off the tree and off your property. You blow a kiss to him and he blew one back before jogging down the street. "Y/n? it's like 3 am right now, what the hell are you doing up?" She questioned and she rubbed her eyes. "Oh, I thought I saw something," She looked confused but shrugged it off. "C'mon Y/nie, get to bed," You groaned at the nickname but still went to bed.

⁜ Flashback end ⁜

You sniffled at the memory and fell back onto the bed.

You woke up to the screaming of Najimi. There was someone there. With a knife. You leaped out and grabbed your scissors from your nightstand and threw it at the mystery person, but missed since it was dark in your room. Your mother rushed in and was about to question the noise, but that's when the mystery person shot the knife at your mother's right arm, and she screamed in pain. "MOTHER!" Your father rushed in and grabbed your mother and brought her outside the room. You felt hot tears already staining your cheeks. Oh was this person going to pay for hurting your mother.

The person lounged at Najimi but she dodged. Suddenly, the person was behind her and she didn't notice. "NAJIMI!" You exclaimed at the top of your lungs. The person lounged at her yet again, but before they could reach her you hit them on the head with a medal you got a few years ago. The blood in their head lashed out like a waterfall. They shrieked out in distress and fell onto the floor with a bang. It looked like they were unconscious. You panted for air. The room all of a sudden felt stuffy, suffocating even. There was blood everywhere. You looked down and saw the blood was..your blood? It looked like a piece of wood had gone through your stomach.

Najimi snapped her head at you and yelled your name. She was..reaching out to you. Your vision started going blurry. What was happening? You were confused but felt sleepy, and drowsy. You felt your vision having black and white spots in your eyes. You fell on your knees and your head thumped against the floor.

You woke up, blinking a few times to adjust to the brightness through the window. 'Wait, wasn't the window over there? this isn't my room.' You thought if this wasn't your room, whose room is it then?

You tried to get up, but a sharp pain in your stomach stopped you. It seems like there were bandages around you. You flopped back down onto the bed and thought. You looked about the room, it seemed like a hospital. Why are you in the hospital? A knock interrupted your thoughts. It was...Kuroo and...Kenma. What were they doing here?

Oh, Hello Kuroo-san" You greeted. "And kenma-san," you answered tone a bit cold. Kenma nodded in acknowledgment. It looks like he doesn't have any type of device on him. "How are you feeling, y/n?" Kuroo asked softly, careful not to raise his usual loud, cheerful voice. "I'm feeling okay, no need to worry," you replied softly. "What's with the rose?" "Kenma here knows that your favorite flower was roses, so he figured he'd get you these," "Oh, thank you Kenma," Kuroo walked over to your small nightstand and put the flowers in a small clear vase with some water in it. There was a bit of silence before Kuroo nudged Kenma to speak. Kenma shook his head, and then sighed, and then nodded. "Y/n, would you like some water? I'll get you water," he winked. you tilted your head at why he suddenly got you water but figured it'd be best if he did since your throat was a bit dry. You noticed that it was just Kenma and You in the room.

"Y/n, I wanted to ask about what happened to you and me—" "Y/N!! HUNNY WHERE ARE YOU?!" Najimi screamed. You jumped at the voice. "here," you said in a raspy tone, now you actually needed water. Najimi latched onto you and tears were welling up in her eyes. "ARE YOU OKAY?! IT'S MY FAULT ISN'T IT?! I'M SO SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY—" "Naji, it's not your fault," You wiped away her tears. She sniffled. You giggled and she smiled. "Uh-" Najimi snapped her head at the voice. "What are you doing here?" she snapped. "Um-" "Boy, you stay away from y/n or I swear to god I'll literally-" "Najimi." "Yes ma'am."

Najimi yawned. It looked like she hadn't slept ever since. Soft snores were heard beside you. She was sleeping on your arm. You smiled and started soothing her hair. "It's okay Kenma, anyways what were you saying?" You gave a small smile. You tried your best to be polite. But before Kenma could even think of the words he was going to say, another person came in. Tobio Kageyama, was one of your best friends during childhood until you had to move to Tokyo in middle school.

"Hi Y/n, I heard what happened," he came in, not realizing two other people were in the same room. Kenma's eyes widened a bit. 'Isn't that the creepy setter on Shoyo's team? the one that scared the shit out of me?' Kenma thought, and got a small shiver down his back. "Oh, hi Tobio, what are you doing here?" you asked while smiling. "Well, we're having practice with another team in Tokyo, your mother, Mrs. L/n had told me what happened to you so I rushed over here," You could hear a muffled voice from afar saying "Tobio! Call me Kumi!" You snickered. Kageyama looked around the room and finally noticed other people were in the room. "Oh— was I interrupting something?" He said. "No no, you're okay! No worries," You rasped out, voice getting dryer by the second. 'Will that 6'10' rooster head with raven black hair, and those hazel eyes get his ass back with water,' you hoped.

Thankfully, Kuroo had come back with three bottles of water and passed it over to you & snatched it out of his hands, and started drinking aggressively. You put down the empty bottle and wiped your mouth. "Oya? Who may you be? Hm, ~?" "Kageyama Tobio, Karasuno's setter." "Oya Oya? Karasuno?" "Yes." "Kuroo, for the love of god please stop," Kenma muttered. "I agree Kuroo,"

Gentle knocks were heard on the door once again. It was your mother and your father. Everyone read the room and went to leave. Tobio had woken Najimi and dragged her out the door. But before she could leave your arm she kissed your forehead. She waved a small goodbye, and you also did too.

Your mother rushed to you and hugged your shoulders. You felt your left shoulder getting a bit wet from her tears, and you of course didn't mind. You hugged her back and waited until her cries and whispers died down. She sniffled before she pulled away. "How are you?" She whispered. Her hand cupped your cheek softly. "I'm doing okay, mother," You mumbled. Your father came closer and pulled you in for a hug too. He rested his chin on top of your head as you put your face on his neck. You were glad to be in your parent's presence. You unaware had started tearing up. You had just missed them so much. They were there for you with anything and everything. They were always the people you'd trusted with your life. except for Najimi.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Your father muttered. Yet again, another person knocked on the door. It was your doctor. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. L/N, I am your doctor today to give your daughter some questions, may I?" Your parents agreed in sync.

"Y/n correct? My name is Dr. Gavan, pleased to meet you." She smiled warmly, before sticking her hand out. "Yes, you are correct, pleased to meet you too, Dr. Gavan," You smiled back and shook her hand. "Let's get into the questions, shall we?" "We shall,"

"Have you any allergies?" "Any illnesses recently? A cold, stomach bug, etc," "Have you ever coughed up blood before?" After all the questions she asked, she finally had some news.

"Mr. L/n, Mrs. L/n, I'm afraid I have some news, may I talk to you two privately?" The doctor said sternly. Your parents nodded and your mother squeezed your hand. "I'll be back okay hunny?" She whispered and she kissed your forehead and left.

⁝ — Kenma Kozume's POV

"So, how'd it go?" Kuroo the asshole said while wiggling his eyebrows. "I didn't get to ask her," I mumbled and looked away. "wHAT? YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT I LEFT FOR A GOOD TEN MINUTES AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN ASK HER? AFTER HER PARENTS COME OUT I'M SHOVING YOU BACK IN!" Kuroo yelled in his annoying loud voice. His voice gives me a headache. "Right, fine," I said, I just wanted to get this conversation over with.

We both sat down on the waiting chairs and I took a bag of sweets from my bag. I opened the bag and looked over at Kuroo and saw his hand already out, waiting for some sweets in his hands. I looked into the bag and picked out the one I didn't like, mint. I placed one in his hand, which he gobbled up in less than a few seconds. His face scrunched up in slight disgust. The sharp taste of mint must have hit him. He put his hand out again, waiting for another sweet, I gave him another mint. He looked down at it and stared back at me. "Give me a different one Kenma," He groaned. "Your breath smells," "No it does not!" "Just eat that Kuroo," "Fine." "..Okay give me a different one now Kenma," "Here." "Gimmie one that's not mint flavor!"

( ^^ inspired by this cute icon ^^ )

Your parents had come out of your room closed the door with a soft click and walked away quietly. Kuroo nudged Kenma with his big broad strong shoulders. Kenma looked up at him questioningly. "What?" "Her parents left with the doctor, I wonder what happened," Kuroo mumbled. Kenma left anxiety rising up in his body. 'What if something happened to you? what if it's bad news?' A bunch of 'what if's filled his head. He shook his head quickly. Nothing bad can happen to you, right?...right?

"Hey Kenma, what even happened between you two anyways?" Kuroo questioned. "None of your business, Kuroo-san," Kenma murmured. "Oh c'mon! why can't you two just get back together again! you both love each other!-" "I don't love her." Kuroo snapped her head at Kenma. He was speechless. Kuroo didn't even try to talk to Kenma, and Kenma didn't either.

They both didn't come back into the hospital ever since.

⁝ — Y/N L/N'S POV !

After fiddling with your fingers, and your hair, counting up to 100, and overthinking about what the news is, your parents came back. You looked at their faces. Your mother's face looked as if she was sobbing quite hard, your father was covering his mouth, tears also welling up in his eyes. The Doctor came in, bowed, and left. Your father gave her a packet of tissues from his pocket, which she gladly took. "Mother? Father? What happened? Why are you crying?" You asked, getting worried by the second.

"Y/n, my baby," she whimpered. Her legs felt weak as she collapsed onto your bed and hugged you tight. More tears came out of her beautiful E/C eyes, once holding happiness, but not so much now. It held sadness, dullness, despair, and unhappiness. Your stomach is knotted with nervousness. "M-Mother?" You wondered what she got told that made her so miserable. She sniffled before letting go and looking at your father. She nodded.

"Y/n my dear.." He said, very gentle as ever. "You have...The Hanahaki Disease." He said. "Hanahaki disease is a sickness where a victim of unrequited love or one-sided love will have a plant growing inside their lungs. Symptoms of said illness will result in said victim coughing up blood and flowers or flower petals." "W-What?" Did you hear him right? You have...Hanahaki? Your whole body started shaking. How would people treat you? that one girl who's suffering from one-sided love? The girl who throws up bloody petals? Your heart pounded in your chest, so loud that you could hear it ringing through your ears.

This wasn't happening, was it? This was all a bad dream, you were going to wake up and you wouldn't be in the hospital, the Hanahaki disease you have wouldn't be in your body, and your parents wouldn't be unhappy with you and how you got stabbed. You shut your eyes tightly and begged yourself to wake up from your imaginary dream. You pinched yourself, hit yourself, you tried everything, but all you know is that this wasn't a dream.

Warm tears streamed down your cheeks like a waterfall. Your mother cradled you in her arms once again. You held her tight, as you broke down. Your father came in beside you two and took you both into his arms. If you weren't crying so hard, you would have smiled and laughed.

You had to stay in the hospital for five days to heal up a bit before going home so you made yourself comfortable in your bed and headed to sleep. You were tired, exhausted even, but you couldn't sleep, after the news you've just heard, you don't think you'll sleep for a while.

Day one

The first day that you've slept in the hospital so far. You wake up warm, comfortable & cozy. You wish you could have slept forever, but we both know we can't do that even if we tried. You looked around the room again, smelling the fresh air through the gap in the window. A knock came on your door. "Come in!" A kind-looking stepped into the room with a trolley of food with your breakfast in it. "Ah, why thank you," You said politely. The nurse nodded and smiled before walking outside the door. A gentle but familiar rhythm of taps rattled on the door which made you look up. It was your mother, but why was she here at 10:34? she's going to be— "I'm taking the day off if that's what your thinking," She managed to pull a smile.

Your mother opened her bag and brought some board games. Your mother loves board games.

After a day of playing games and chatting about anything, your future, boys, gossiping, & ordering stuff online, your mother had to leave since visiting time was over. Which made you a tad bit disappointed but understood.

While you sat there looking up at the ceiling you started thinking. After spending time with your mother all day, you've realized that she'd lost her spirit. Now she changed physically and mentally but tried her hardest to cover it up. She lost the spark, twinkle, the light that guided you through the darkness in her eyes. Once a cheerful face now a tired face with heavy eye bangs under her eyes, seeming like she hadn't gotten any sleep. Her genuine cheerful and friendly tone turned into a strained one. As much as she smiled, as much as she laughed, as much as she said that today was fun and that she enjoyed it, she still looked unhappy. So on that fateful day, you wondered, what had that doctor told your parents?...

Day two

You've been woken up from your slumber by a sudden warmth that your bed cover could never provide you with. You blinked. You turned your head down just to see Najimi's lovely silky jet-black hair resting on you. "good morning," you yawned. Najimi's head turned towards your face. "good morning boo, how are you feeling?" she lowly questioned, fearing if she raised her usual booming voice would hurt you first thing in the morning. "I'm doing okay Naji, anything new?" "Omg Y/n, you missed a whole argument yesterday, you know Takahiro and Kiskmo? they had a whole ass argument about breaking up and guess what? he ran back to her ten minutes later," you both laughed.

You two were talking, laughing, gossiping, impressions of people, playing games on her phone, watching anime & doing each other's hair. You enjoyed today with your best friend. Although, Najimi herself lost herself. She zoned out a lot when you were talking, which made you overly confused. She never zoned out, she was always happy and nothing bad had ever happened in her life. She lowered her voice a lot and didn't use her lovely blooming voice which you miss dearly. The nurse had told Najimi that she had to leave. Najimi nodded and the nurse left. Najimi got up and took a few steps to the door but stopped.

She looked through her bag and brought out a few boxes. "Y/n, open these for me," She murmured. You compiled and took the boxes from her hands. It was jewelry. A beautiful necklace, which showed you and Najimi's names on it. The other box was a ring, which showed the letter N for Najimi, and the first letter in your name was on her finger, which you didn't even notice was on the ring finger. The third box was a hairpiece, a diamond one to be exact. You stared at it in awe and hugged her tightly. She sniffled and you started smoothing out her back, trying to calm her down. "It's okay," you whispered in her ear repeatedly. You both let go and you wiped the stray tears that were coming down her gorgeous face. You smiled brightly. "I won't leave you, okay? so don't cry," you said. She shook her head. "B-But-" "Shhh"

Oh, how you wished you didn't.

Day three

Your nurse had come in and woken you up from your sleep and gave you your breakfast for this morning. She'd also told you that they'll be visitors later in the day, and you nodded. You wondered who it could be today. You ate your breakfast and went on your phone. You called Najimi and you two talked for the next few hours. The same nurse had knocked on the door to your room and given you your usual dinner and told you that the visitors will be here in a few minutes time.

Eventually, Najimi had to go herself since her phone was about to die. "Bye Najimi! Have a good night," you chirped. "Have a good night too bestie boo! make sure to drink the 32 water bottles I sent in okay? I'm sure the hospital will give you plenty of food so don't starve yourself and make sure to be dehydrated, okay?" Okay Najimi, now go! I don't want to waste your time," you scolded. You said your goodbyes and so did she. You put your phone on charge yourself too since it was only twenty percent.

You read a few pages in your book before a soft knocking interrupted your sentence. "Oh, Come in!" You declared. Four people had come into your room, and you recognize them as your Aunt, Uncle, and your two cousins. Auntie Mitsuko, Uncle Akame, and your twin cousins, Marie and May. Mitsuko smiled warmly, "sorry for the intrusion, my dear," She says gently. Marie broke into tears, "Y/NNN," she whined and ran her two little legs over where you were. You brought her up onto your bed and she hugged your neck tightly. "Are you okay?" she murmured into your ear. You nodded and smiled. May waddled over to you and looked at you for permission to hug you. You nodded and put your arms out for her to get into.

Akame and Mitsuko looked at you three in awe. You put them under the covers on either side of you and they quickly fell asleep. Mitsuko got her phone out and took a picture and sent it to your mother. You, Mitsuko, and Akame were chatting and talking for the next hour before they had to leave for work purposes, meaning you had to watch the twins, you agreed almost immediately. They were such a lovely but chaotic pair of girls. "Do you have any games on your phone? LET ME PLAY!"

Their parents of course had to come back and collect their daughters. "We wish we could stay, but we really have to get going, we'll visit you another day, is that okay?" Akame asked. "Of course!" You replied. You stretched and cuddled the covers and eventually dozed off.

Day four

Today.. you felt..odd. But it was a faint feeling, it was probably just excitement because you're getting out of the hospital tomorrow. You were drinking some water since you woke up feeling your throat a bit dry. As you were drinking, you felt like you needed to vomit. You choked on your water and blood splat everywhere with two bloody petals. You sprinted to the bathroom and threw up two more bloody petals. Tears fell down your face. All of this was just overwhelming. This didn't feel real. You wished this was just a nightmare. There was real blood and real bloody flower petals coming out of your mouth. You wiped your mouth, before searching your room for anything you could clean the blood off the floor. You snatched a few squares of toilet roll and started cleaning the floor before flushing it down the toilet.

You heard footsteps coming your way so you hurried back into your room, acting as if you have just woken up. It was your nurse with your breakfast. "You have some visitors," she announced before bowing and leaving the room. Tobio, Amei, Misumi, Tama & Najimi, Your best friends had entered the room. They all hugged you quickly. "OI!! NAJIMI!! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY I NEED TO HUG HER TOO!" Tama exclaimed. "NO SHUT THE FUCK UP- I mean shut the fuck up Tama, nobody wants you here," Najimi rolled her eyes. Tama was utterly shocked. It's like you told him that he failed all of his tests.

So for the whole day, you guys had just been playing games on your phones and talking, chatting, having Tama & Najimi having arguments, eating, and sleeping. By the time they left, your right ear was deaf by all the arguments Najimi & Tama had. You had finished all your books and were disappointed that you only brought five. When you get back tomorrow, you have to get new books.

That is if you make it.

Day five.

You woke up feeling..cold and empty. The sun was gleaming through the window, except you weren't feeling warmth embrace your body, at all.

The warm sun shined through the large window and your eyes opened. You got up and stretched. You heard a few cracks in the process. The hard thumping was heard on the door. 'i wonder who that could be?' The door swung open, revealing.. her. "Ooh, what d we have here?" She smirked. Your jaw clenched. "What are you doing here?" You spoke. "Oh you know checking up on you," her smirk only widened. " I thought I warned you, to stay away?" 'Stay away?—' Your heart beat so fast. 'she was that unknown number?'

"But unfortunately, you didn't listen! And it seemed like that man I sent to your house to kill you and your family failed. Ugh, he was useless anyways. But you're going to die anyways, am I right?" "Also, I'd like to introduce your killer, Iris Nakme!" She added & smiled, "Ooh what're these? water bottles? I'll just take these," She hurried to grab your water bottles. You got up which made you wince since your wound still isn't healed yet but stopped her before she could take another step. She punched your wound quite hard. You slapped her before shoving her head into the wall. She cried in pain. She fell back into unconsciousness. You started coughing lightly, covering your mouth then you coughed harsher. You felt something come up your throat. Your eyes were wide and teary, taking back your hands and looking at your now bloody hands with bloody flower petals. You felt more coming up your throat quickly and ran to the bathroom. Blood splattered all over the toilet and a bit on the side, dripping onto the floor. Petal after petal came up your throat. They wouldn't stop.

After about ten minutes of throwing up and a few minutes of sitting there, you wobbled up from your knees and started holding onto anything you could back to your bed. Blood dripping down your mouth. Blood stains your hospital gown, and your eyes droopy. You landed on your knees before dropping altogether. Your doctor heard a few thumps in your room, so she decided to check on you. She swiftly opened the door and hurried where you lay. She called in for more doctors. "DR FALLS! CODE 635!" she yelled. Doctors panicked and rushed you to the emergency room. Other doctors brought Iris into a different room to be treated. Your parents were notified of the situation and they said they were on their way immediately.

Kumi L/n's POV

"Hello Mrs. and Mr. L/n, I have bad news, Your daughter Y/n L/n is currently in the emergency room because of blood purposes. We need you two over here ASAP. We're afraid she cannot hang on for much longer." My eyes widened. 'Not my baby, please lord not my little daughter, not her' i thought as tears were already down my face. I got my car started and yelled to Tomoharu, my husband.

"TOMOHARU! QUICK IT'S Y/N! SHE'S IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM QUICK GET DOWN HERE!" I screamed. I didn't want to waste a second. He ran down the stairs faster than he's ever been. I leaped into my car and Tomoharu was beside me. I drove over my speed limit. 'Y/n dear, please, please hang on, your mother is coming' I got there, shoved the car door open, and sprinted for my life, Tomoharu running behind me. Tears were still streaming down my face as I got to the doors.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" I screamed. The receptionist pointed over where the emergency room was and I ran over there. Her doctors quietly closed the door and looked at me. They shook their head. "Time of death of Y/n L/n, 6:54 pm October 22, 2022," They said. I cradled my head in my hands. My knees felt weak. I collapsed. "No, no, no, no, no," I repeated. Tomoharu held me in his arms as I cried in his chest. "Y/n," i whispered in my head.

Flashback ! ⟪

"Mama!" "HAHA! I TOLD YOU!" "NO! SAY 'DADA'!" I laughed. I cradled my two-year-old daughter, Y/n in my arms. "Awe, you love me more than dada?" I questioned. Y/n looked at me confusingly before grabbing Tomoharo's tie and my finger and hugging us with her two small arms. "AWE!!!"

"Y/n, is that you? it's like... 6 o'clock in the morning," I mumbled, half asleep. Six-year-old Y/n's grin only widened. "But mommy! it's Christmas!" Her small legs jumped up and down before running over to me and my husband's bed and started jumping on us. Tomoharu gasped for air after Y/n jumped on him. "C'MON! IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME! PRESENT TIME!" She screamed in joy. I sighed before getting up and taking the troublemaker with me. I kneeled at her level. "Tell you what, how about you brush those teeth of yours and brush your hair, and by that time, daddy and I will be up okay?" Y/n's eyes sparkled before running to the bathroom to brush her gorgeous teeth. I giggled before brushing my own teeth and scolding Tomoharu to get up from his lazy ass.

"Time passes by so quickly, doesn't it? you're already going into Nekoma and are fifteen years old! I remember it like yesterday when you were just a small baby!" "Mother!" "Oh! you're like that tomato I sliced this morning for your bento!" "OH MY GOD, BYE FATHER BYE MOTHER!"

Flashback end ⟫

"But now, she flashes like gold, in my Memories."

"I was told, she only had five days to live, but this was too soon."

Bonus! :

Y/n L/n's POV

Doctors screamed at me to keep my eyes open. I looked over to my right and saw that Iris was getting carried to a different room...or is that Iris? My vision was way too blurry for me to see. I felt my heartbeat getting slower, my head hurting, as well as my stomach, I think I'm bleeding out. I wonder if mother and father are coming. Oh, I will miss them. I wish I could see them again. Maybe in another life. I'm so sorry everyone, I can't hold on anymore.

No one's POV

After Iris was treated, the doctors questioned her.

"I was talking to her and s-she hit me! and then I asked her if she was okay but she hit me against the wall! she started yelling at me but then she started coughing and ran!" Iris whined as she fake cried. The doctors weren't convinced. "Show me the camera footage to see if you're lying." Dr. Gavan said sternly. After they all watched the camera footage in your room, Dr. Gavan's face went scary and angry.

"You little shit," Dr. Gavan said angrily. "I-I um," Iris stammered. "You did this, didn't you!" Dr. Gavan yelled. "Security, take her away to the Police Station." "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I SWEAR!" Iris wailed. "OH, YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE RIGHT, I DID DO IT, AND EVEN SENT A MAN TO KILL HER AT HER HOUSE! SHE DESERVES IT! SHE STOLE HIM FROM ME!" She screamed before covering her mouth, she let it slip out. All the doctors stared at her in shock. Security dragged her to their car to drive her to the police station, where she got arrested and was in prison for years.

"Mr. and Mrs. L/n? We found this in your daughter's room. Your mother took it, desperate to see what was in the letter.

Dear Parents. Date: 22nd of October 6:22 pm.

Hello, mother and father. It's me Y/n, your daughter. If you see this then I'm probably dead.

I want to say that I love you both so much. You've been in my life for as long as I can remember. I'll miss you so, so, so much. I wish I could see you again, talk to you again, hug you again, and play games with you again. But I'm afraid that's not going to happen, as much as I don't want to. I'm slowly dying. Bloody petals are coming out of me, and I don't think I'll live, I'm so, so sorry. This isn't your fault, it is mine. The hanahaki disease is caused by love. I'm so sorry for falling in love. I will really miss you, Dearly.

Thinking back on the past, I should have valued you two more than myself. I'm crying myself and a few tears are going down the letter, I'm sorry about that.

Mother, if you're reading this, remember when we were up in Uncle Akame's house and he brought us to the farm and I climbed onto the bails and got stuck between them? And then you had to grab me back out? That was one funny memory that will always be in my heart.

Father, remember when Mother was at work and she told you to bring me to school? and that day the power was out so it looked dark at the school so you just went to the shop and got me a packet of sweets and drove back home? And the funny part is that mother didn't even know!

But yeah, I'll miss you so much and I hope you two will miss me too. Don't be harsh on yourself okay? I'll be going now since I have a visitor.

Lots & Lots of love, from your daughter, Y/n L/n xx

I pulled the letter to my chest and held it like I would with Y/n. "Oh my sweet angel," I muttered.

The doctor gave me two other letters, "Najimi Kokomo & Kenma Kozume are the only two letters we could find." I nodded and called Najimi to tell her the news.

"Najimi?" "Kumi? Yeah, it's Najimi, what's wrong? you usually call me when somethings wrong," "It's Y/n" "WHAT HAPPENED TO- I mean, what happened to her? is it good? I'm on my way to the hospital right now" "Najimi, get over here quick." Kumi said as she hung up.

One minute later Najimi sprinted through the hospital doors as she panted for air. "Whe- Where is she?" She looked over at me. "Najimi..she's..she- she's g-gone," Kumi said as her voice trembled. Najimi looked down at her feet. Tears dropped down her shoes. Her legs shook, hands shaking. "Y-You have to b-be joking r-r-right?" As think warm tears already came down like a waterfall. Kumi and Tomoharu shook their heads. Kumi felt tears already welling up in her eyes again. Tomoharu brought the letter from his pocket and gave it to Najimi. Najimi's face flashed confusion before taking the letter. She recognized the writing immediately.

Dear, Najimi Kokomo. Date: 22nd of October 6:27 pm

Hi Najimi, it's Y/n, your best friend! You might be wondering why I'm writing this, which you will see.

Najimi Kokomo, you have been the greatest best friend anyone could ever ask for. I've known you for all my life and I trust you with all my heart.

I'm losing blood, I'm dying. I'm so, so sorry for leaving you. I'll miss you so much. Don't take it hard on yourself, it's not your fault and we both know that. The hanahaki disease makes me throw up bloody flower petals as well as blood, and the wound on my stomach isn't healing anytime soon. I want to say thank you, for sticking by me my whole life. Buying me anything I liked, not leaving me in the rain, and always taking care of me, and I admire you for that. You are beautiful, amazing, kind, generous, funny, supportive, thoughtful, trustworthy, & absolutely the person I trust my life with.

Remember when we were six and we went for a school tour and I fell in the mud and got stuck, your clean clothes got all dirty trying to save me, you even got stuck yourself trying to save me, you never let me go, you never let me left me, and I will always love you for that.

Remember when the bull broke out at the farm and he was charging at me? and you protected me with your life, saying that you'd protect me with everything you got? You are the best & an amazing best friend anyone could ever ask for.

I'll miss you so much. You can take all my clothes and all my demon slayer figures, anything you'd like, make sure nobody I don't like will be at my funeral, come to my grave and tell me all the drama, don't forget, although you can't see me, I will always be with you. Don't forget that. Move on from me and go get yourself a boyfriend, a handsome one at that, don't starve yourself or dehydrate yourself or I will haunt you. (►__◄)

Lots & Lots of Love, from your best friend, Y/n L/n xx

Najimi sobbed into the letter, never in her life had she cried so hard until now. "As you wish, Y/n," she whispered.

Kumi brought Najimi over to her and gave her a hug. "Let it all out Dear," Kumi said as Najimi screamed in pain into her chest. Najimi was absolutely heartbroken, and so was Kumi. She waited until Najimi's sobs stopped. "W-What happened to h-her?" Najimi questioned. "I'm not sure, I think it was her disease, dear," Kumi said shortly, But what made her confused is how Y/ns wound opened and made her bleed out. She let go of Najimi and went over to Dr. Gavan's office. "Dr. what happened to Y/n," She said as she wiped her wet eyelashes. Dr. Gavan explained what happened to you. "T-Thank you," Kumi said before running away and another wave of tears came to her eyes.

Kumi's index finger hovered over the call button over Kenma Kozume's name. He was a part of the reason why her daughter died, she loved him, and he loved her back, but then he fell out of love but didn't tell her that, she would have done better without him, Kumi then felt rage fill her body. But she didn't want him here, where Y/n is, she didn't even know Kenma visited once. She had to give him the letter, it's what Y/n would want. She sighed. She pressed the call button. It took a few seconds for him to pick up. "Ku- Mrs. L/n? Why are you calling me?" "Y/n's gone, because of you," "W-What?" "She loved you, and this is what she gets? nothing in return? She could have lived her life peacefully without you." "What did I do?" "You have given her the Hanahaki disease, there was a girl named Iris Nakme chasing after you, but in order to get to you, she had to get Y/n, I cannot believe she still wrote you a letter, how do you feel about this, Kozume?" "..." The sudden beep interrupts the silence to end the call.

Kenma doesn't know what to do. He's sitting there in front of a screen saying in big words 'YOU LOSE' but he thinks it's not the game he lost, it's the other side of him that he lost. All of this is because of a stupid girl. He decided to go see you in the hospital, so he got his shoes and jacket and got his bike, and start cycling as fast as he could. Kenma didn't like being tired, worn out and didn't like sweating, or being too warm, but that really didn't matter since it was you in this matter.

When he got there five minutes later he parked his bike and sped walk in there. He saw your mother and walked over to her. "Where is she?" He questioned quietly." Your mother looked up from the letter you wrote for her and your father. "She's in the emergency room, she wrote you a letter, so be grateful," she grumbled and passed him the letter. His eyes immediately started reading the letter.

Dear Kenma Kozume. Date: 22nd of October 6:32 pm.

Hello Kenma, It's Y/n, your girlfriend your ex-girlfriend. You might be wondering why I'm writing this to my ex-boyfriend right? well, you'll find out.

Kenma Kozume, You had been the best boyfriend I could ever get. I know it's wrong, but I still love you you probably don't love me back and I know you love that other girl you've been hanging out with for the past few weeks. And I totally support you. The reason why I'm writing this is that I'm going to die, I throw up bloody flower petals or even worse, just blood. I'm losing blood as the days go by. I want to say that it's not your fault, it's mine. I fell in love with you and meanwhile you didn't. I'm sorry. I'll miss you, even when I'm gone.

Remember when you forgot your water bottle at practice so I went into the gym to give it to you, But Lev hit me with a ball on the head so you ran over to Lev and kicked his legs so he fell, and then Yaku & You started beating him up? That will always be funny to me.

Also, remember when we were watching a movie and you got scared and left? yeah, Kenma, I know you got scared and we both know it. I remember the exact words you said, "Y/n can we watch something else?" "Why are you scared?~" "NO! I mean- no, I'm not scared, this is stupid," "Okay let's continue watching it then," "Oh god, you know what? I'm leaving," and you left for five minutes before peaking your head in to see if I was still watching it, those were the times. But I'm sure you do that with the other girl if I'm correct? She's lucky got get a smart, supportive, handsome, funny, & kind boyfriend like you. *teardrop*

Anyways I'll leave it here, since you probably don't want to hear this from me, so goodbye. I love you & miss you.

Lots of Love from your friend, Y/n xx

His mouth went agape. He wished he could apologize like he was trying to say along, he liked Iris since she seemed kind to him, but apparently not you. He knows that she's getting arrested and he's glad that she is. He knows that Iris hurt Y/n, Iris told him that she hated you saying that she was going to hurt you for him, he tried distancing himself from Iris but she kept chasing after him like a lost puppy. He knows that he gave you a disease, that's why the guilt is hanging onto him till he dies.