#and im thinking it might really help me push into making small changes where i can

[maraeffect]

yallllllll, when i get my neck/chest tattoo next week? i am going to become absolutely INSUFFERABLE about how fucking sick it looks. and how sexy it makes me look. sooo apologies in advance for that; i am just SO EXCITED i could piss myself

[strwbrryeyes]

nini… think about… iwaizumi meeting a girl who’s surprisingly stronger than him. she can lift that man with no problem. she has a sleeper build or something !! :3

𖦹°｡⋆ Friendly competition (iwaizumi x reader)

⟡ cw: fluff, competitive fem!reader and iwaizumi, taken place at a gym, idk i'm bad with tags, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: omg requests are finally rolling out after ages! also i rewrote this and proofread it countless times so if there's anything wrong i'm sorry im just DUMB

Iwaizumi Hajime has always loved going to the gym, which is evident as he goes there almost every day. Not only is he very fit and built, but his health is also in excellent condition as he knows that taking care of himself and his inner workings is just as important (actually, more important) as keeping up his outward appearance. It also helps that he is an athletic trainer, so he always has a way to remind himself to stay in shape as he would always nag his athletes about the importance of being fit while not overworking themselves. Overall, Iwaizumi has always found comfort and importance in working out and keeping everything about himself in good shape.

So that’s when he saw you about to lift an alarmingly heavy weight, he walked towards you as worry took over him but then stopped in surprise when he saw you lift up the weight over your head with complete ease and no sign of struggle.

“Impressive…” Iwaizumi mutters out as he watches you place the weight back down in front of you.

As he catches your attention, you turn around and smile at him with pride. “Thank you! I’ve been working towards that for weeks now!” You happily tell him while wiping the sweat off of your forehead. Iwaizumi continues to watch you as you walk towards the rest of your stuff in pure amazement and curiosity before striking up another conversation.

“You know, I’ve never seen someone like you lift like that,” Iwaizumi starts as he leans over the piece of equipment in front of him “What’s your secret?”

With a chuckle and a light flush creeping up your face, you look at him with a teasing kind of look. “Not much really, just a lot of hard work and a lot of trial and errors of multiple techniques!” you exclaim to him as you flex your arm further surprising the man by how well-built you actually are.

“Why don’t you show me a few tricks then?” he quirks his brow playfully as he steps closer to you as if he’s proposing a challenge.

“I don’t see why not,” you take one step closer, looking up at him “but I’m warning you, you might get yourself into more than you can handle.” playfully teasing him, you smirk at Iwaizumi causing him to drop his jaw in shock a bit before he lets out a low chuckle.

“Oh, I’m sure I can handle it.” Iwaizumi finally says before sticking out his hand for a handshake “I’m Iwaizumi, and I’ll see you here same time tomorrow.”

“I’m [name], and you can bet I’ll be here tomorrow to make you beg for mercy.” You take his hand in yours and shake it as if he had just made a deal with the devil.

What the both of you don’t know is that this handshake would be the one that would change your lives for the better.

As the next day rolls around, you both stay true to your words and show up to the gym around the same time. You both share techniques with each other and become friends easily as you both push each other to new limits, sparking a playful rivalry that leads into more sessions at the gym.

With each day at the gym together, you both challenge each other to multiple tests of strength and endurance that even catch the attention of all the other regulars to the point where they all surround you during every small competition you guys had. Even with all of the eyes looking at you two, you and Iwaizumi only see each other with no care for everyone else. Was it just that you wanted to one up each other? Or was it more than that? Neither of you were too sure yet, but you did know that you never wanted your time together to come to an end.

Days and weeks pass by, and you and Iwaizumi still find ways to work harder and to encourage each other to go further than you have been in the gym, but now you’ve come to realize you have challenged each other to almost everything one could think of.

With this realization, you walk up to Iwaizumi who is doing his post-workout stretching and sit across from him.

“Well, Iwa-chan~” you say in a mocking tone, knowing that nickname annoys him ever since his friend, Oikawa, came to work out with you both a couple of times, which causes him to roll his eyes, “Looks like I’ve taught you everything I know and you still fall behind a bit.” you smirk as he whips his head up to look at you.

“That’s a lie and you know it.” he spits out before standing up.

Your smirk turns into a full-on shit-eating grin as you look up at him from the floor “How is it a lie? I’m still stronger than you.” You tease him, making his eyebrow twitch.

“You are not stronger than me.” He chuckles, only a bit offended before turning around to grab his water bottle as an idea pops into your head.

As Iwaizumi drinks his water, you slowly and quietly stand up and walk behind him. Once directly behind him, you snake your arms around his waist and lift him up, causing a high-pitched yelp to come from his mouth which causes you to burst out laughing and accidentally drop him on the ground, making him lose his balance which leads to him falling over.

After a few more seconds of your non-stop laughing to the point where your eyes are squeezed shut with tears poking out from the corners, Iwaizumi takes this as an opportunity to take revenge and scoop you up bridal style in his own two arms.

This action makes you stop laughing as shock takes over you with your face turning a bright shade of pink, Iwaizumi smiles at you.

“You may be able to lift me a few inches off the ground, but that doesn’t mean anything as long as I’m able to lift you,” He says in a voice that's soft and soothing to your ears before placing you back on the ground slowly.

You try to gain your composure as fast as you can but only fail when he takes your hand in his and looks directly into your eyes with a look you’ve never seen from him before. A look of adoration.

“Let me take you to dinner after we leave?” Iwaizumi asks you, with hope in his voice, and after a few moments of shock and silence, you lightly punch his chest before nuzzling your face into it so he wouldn’t see your face, which was still the pinkest shade possible.

“Okay, but I get to choose where we eat.” Finally, you mutter out an answer into his chest, and all he can do is hug you while lifting you up into the air once again.

With that, you and Iwaizumi go out to dinner and talk and laugh before you both decide to make it official.

After dinner, you walk hand in hand back to your place, happy that you’ve found each other, but of course, you can’t let this be too sappy of a moment, so you let go of his hand and step out in front of him.

“So! What’s it like having a girlfriend that’s stronger than you?” You tease him with your signature grin, making him roll his eyes before pulling you into his arms.

“It feels pretty great actually.” Iwaizumi mumbles out, causing you to cheer and pump your fist into the air as he finally admitsthat you’re stronger than him.

You’re only stronger than him by a bit, but he doesn’t care as long as he gets to see you smile your goofy smile more.

[someloserinajaywig]

Dragons Rising S2P2 predictions because I can keep them to myself no longer 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Ok this is going to be mostly Arin/Sora centric because HOOOO BOY do I sense trouble in the air for these two

First of all, Arin is DEFINITELY going to find out about Sora helping him out with the object spinjitzu thing and I think he’s going to be really really hurt. They spent so much time this season building up his feelings of insecurity and finding this out is going to bring them back in a HUGE way.

Another thing the writers spent a long time building up was Arin’s innate goodness/kindness/naivety. Call me crazy but I think he’s going to learn shatterspin in part 2 - the one thing that literally requires destroying the goodness in your soul. I don’t think he’ll use it much but I think he will learn it and be irreversibly changed

I can envision the lead-up to it so vividly and I think finding out what Sora did is going to be the tipping point. I think the rough timeline would go something like this:

Things are going well-ish. Arin’s confidence is restored and he’s back to training with a new enthusiasm. I don’t think he’ll master object spinjitzu at this point but he’ll be seeing more success and feeling better about himself

Something will happen - my guess some sort of pivotal battle where they’re relying on Arin’s object spinjitzu to save the day and it won’t work and Sora will have to come clean.

Arin - betrayed and insecure - lashes out towards Sora, and then towards Lloyd and the others when they try to comfort/calm him down. He says he needs some time to himself and runs off somewhere

While he’s alone, he’s approached by some force of evil (maybe Ras, or Ras’ master, or someone different entirely) and they use his insecurity to convince him that the ninja are holding him back - think like his conversation with Ras in part 1 - and because he’s feeling so awful about it he’ll agree to join them

Training under this new person, they’ll encourage him to work with all this insecurity and build up a ton of anger towards the ninja - especially Sora and Lloyd - and I think they’ll get him to use that to learn shatterspin

Also pretty sure Sora will learn spinjitzu & rising dragon in p2. Thematically this makes a lot of sense as Sora has been very intertwined with dragons since her introduction (she literally NAMED herself after one), and her element is all about creating new things and pushing the limits of what she can do.

Meanwhile Arin doesn’t have an element (as far as we’re aware, and I really hope it stays that way), and a parts his design speak to oni imagery - the horns especially. I don’t think it’s far-fetched so assume that under the right circumstances he may turn to destruction

Creation and Destruction never ever show up without each other in ninjago. They are completely linked and a recurring theme in the show and I think this will become WAY more evident as dragons rising progresses

Other small things:

Someone will find Jay, probably. (Hopefully!!!!) I’m hopeful for an angsty arc but in all honesty it seems like it’ll resolve quite quickly once they do find him. Tbh im happy either way I just miss my wife

Cole/Geo won’t become explicitly canon but they will continue being delightfully queercoded

I think Wyldfyre and Nya are both going to struggle without Kai,, he’s sort of been a father figure to both of them and knowing he’s stuck somewhere he might never escape from is gonna be really hard on them (esp for Nya who’s already sort of lost one of the most important people in her life)

More Wu info??? (Hoping for this! Hes present in at least one of the new sets (dragon stone shrine, linked below) so im hopeful we’ll find out what happened that silly old guy

PIXAL return???? (I’m begging on my hands and knees)

Arin Sora and Wyldfyre will meet Fritz and Spitz idk I just think that would be cute

[kilibaggins]

Hello! I would like to request bilbo/kili where kili gets a little protective/possesive of bilbo during the journey from the other dwarves. maybe with a little bit of bilbo having to calm kili down from trying not to fight the other dwarves when kili thinks one of them hurt bilbo accidentally somehow(dwarves forgetting their strength over bilbo). hope this finds you well and i cant wait to see what you write if you choose to do this :)

Important To Me | Kili X Bilbo

kili x bilbo baggins

A/N: I hope you like this! i love kili x bilbo so i was really happy to get this request going and im sorry it took a little bit! let me know if you want any more fics i will happily write them !! my requests are open <3 also i just realized i never went through and edited kili's name so for this one there's no accent mark over the i !! sorry about that <3

Warnings: confrontation, accidental harm, yelling, but i promise it's fluffy and there's no actual yelling between kili and bilbo.

Words: 1493

Might Post on Wattpad in the future !

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Bilbo has noticed a few… Peculier changes in Kili. More irritable with the other dwarves, and more likely to jump into danger, it's like Kili has started getting… Protective.

It started with the trolls, which everyone might see as just a regular bit of protectiveness. Bilbo saw it as that, at first. It was just Kili stepping in to save him, there was nothing off about it.

No, the changes really started happening that night, When Kili gently took his arm and started touching it to check for bruises. Oin had offered to step in and do it but Kili snapped that he could do it just fine.

That was weird enough, yes, but then it got stranger. He started yelling at the other dwarves for every little thing around Bilbo.

Bilbo isn't easily breakable. He's had his fair share of roughhousing when he was younger, he's been hurt more times than he can count, and especially more than your average Hobbit, but even so being around these 13 dwarves can do a number on him.

They don't know their own strength. They push and punch and hug too tightly, and overall it's a painful experience for poor Bilbo who can't seem to catch a break from it all now that he's an official member of the company and has been accepted.

Kili will see this and react… Angrily? Bilbo doesn't understand it and he can't bring himself to ask because what if Kili stops caring? He likes the idea of someone caring for him, and that's why the dwarves including him in things makes him happy.

It's a regular day, they've made camp in some forest that Bilbo can't tell the difference from the last one they were in, and they're sitting by the fire.

Dwalin, in the heat of the moment and while laughing, slams his hand down on Bilbo's shoulder, and Bilbo winces. It's not even that bad, not really, but Bilbo still winces. Dwalin is quick to notice and move his hand and gruffs out a small apology, but apparently to Kili that isn't enough.

Kili quickly gets up and starts to yell, which leads Dwalin to yell, which leads to the other dwarves yelling, and Bilbo quickly gets up and stands between Dwalin and Kili.

"Kili, Kili! Hey, hey, I'm fine!" Bilbo says, putting his hand on the dwarf's chest. Kili is glaring over at Dwalin, Dwalin! Dwalin of all people! For accidentally hurting the Hobbit. It's not as if it's his fault, Dwalin just doesn't know his own strength when it comes to the burglar. Bilbo puts his hand on Kili's chest and pushes him away gently. The look on Kili's face morphing from anger at Dwalin to a little bit of hurt as he moves away from Bilbo and storms off is enough to make Bilbo feel bad for some reason. He huffs and mutters out an apology to Dwalin.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what has gotten into him." Bilbo rambles, talking with his hands. Dwalin though, isn't angry when Bilbo looks up. He just has a small knowing smirk on his face.

"You really don't see it?" Dwalin says, tilting his head slightly. Bilbo throws his arms out in confusion and Dwalin nods to where Kili ran off. "Talk to him."

Bilbo huffs a bit, fixing his jacket. He turns from Dwalin and walks off in the direction Kili went.

Admittedly, he should have thought this through a bit more. He's not good with tracking or finding his way in forests, so as soon as he makes it a bit too far out to hear the other dwarves being rambunxious he realizes he won't find his way back without the beautiful dwarf he's looking for. Bilbo grumbles to himself as he continues to walk and he makes his way to a small stream. It's beautiful, of course. Colorful rocks underneath the water, probably there for years slowly being eaten away at by the flowing water. Bilbo finds Kili sitting at the edge of it, his knees bent up and his arms crossed on top.

It's a sight, for sure. Kili with his hair lying on his shoulders sitting in front of a stream. It's a picture Bilbo would be happy to draw one day.

Bilbo makes his way closer, obviously tripping over stones because he can't be safe for the life of him. Kili doesn't look over when he approaches for a second and Bilbo worries if he speaks up he'll scare the dwarf, but then Kili starts to speak.

"Are you alright?"

Bilbo sighs softly and sits next to him. His shoulder is a bit sore from Dwalin earlier, but other than that he's fine.

"Yes," Bilbo says insistently. "I'm fine. I have been."

Kili stays silent for a while, just staring at the stream. He looks like a kicked puppy.

"I do not understand," Bilbo admits, huffing to himself as he turns from Kili and looks to the water. "I don't understand why you're upset."

"… I just want you to be okay," Kili says softly, looking over at him. Bilbo shakes his head and fiddles with the handkerchief that Kili found him.

"I am," Bilbo says again. Kili looks slightly frustrated again. "You don't have to worry about me so much."

"Yes, I do." Kili snaps, and then instantly deflates. He groans and covers his face. "I'm sorry."

Bilbo watches him for a moment and thinks about Dwalin's questioning earlier.

"Why? Why have you been acting like this? Dwalin is not the only one you've threatened in the past few days. Oin wanted to check a cut of mine and you practically pushed him away. You even snapped at Thorin. The King. Your uncle. What is going on?"

"I- I want you to be okay," Kili says again, and when he sees Bilbo go to argue he speaks again, "I NEED you to be okay."

Bilbo stops for a moment and looks down at the ground. Kili turns to him this time, gesturing with his hands for a second before talking.

"You are… So important. You don't-" Kili laughs, "You don't see it. You don't see how important you are or how much I care and It drives me wild! The trolls capture you, hurt you, and all you do after is apologize to us! Apologize to us? We're the ones who got you in that mess, to begin with! You get hurt by Dwalin and your first instinct is to let it go and you don't care about yourself! What happens when someone threatens to kill you and you just sit back and let it happen and then you die and you leave me-"

Bilbo looks at him in shock, floored by the rant but especially the last part. He goes to speak but Kili interrupts him again.

"You are… You're…" Kili doesn't know how to proceed and deflates. "You're you. That's why I'm worried because you're you and we- I need you. I-I love you."

Bilbo doesn't know what to say. He must look ridiculous with his mouth gaping and a confused look on his face, his eyes teary. He can't force a sentence out as he lets out a harsh breath. He instead reaches forward and takes the dwarf's hand. Kili holds Bilbo's hand and for a moment the only sounds in the forest are the wind blowing through the trees, and the water flowing next to them.

"You can't…" Bilbo says, confused. Kili… The nephew of the rightful king under the mountain. He's royalty. He's a part of something much greater than himself, there is no way that Kili loves him.

"I do," Kili says quietly. he turns from Bilbo and shakes his head. "I understand if you do not feel the same, but all I ask is that you understand why I am protective of you. I love you, and to me, you're more important than any piece of gold in that mountain."

"I love you too, Kili… But you can't fight your own kin for me." Bilbo says gently. Kili sighs and nods and affirmative. Bilbo smiles and leans forward. "Now, I'm not sure what Dwarves do when they admit their feelings but Hobbits have a fun way of doing so."

Kili's bashful look turns to a smirk.

"What did you have in mind, burglar?" Kili teases, leaning closer.

"Oh, shut it you fool." Bilbo laughs, rolling his eyes. He leans forward and kisses him quickly before pulling back. He abruptly stands and gestures around them. "Now, I have no clue where we are. Guide me, adventurer."

Kili beams up at him and he gets up, and they make their way through the forest.

They have a lot to work out, a lot of people to talk to, a King (and most importantly uncle to confess to), but for now they have each other. and oh, that's the best adventure Bilbo could have asked for.

[lohstandfound]

okay no im thinking about my vampire chloe and jake au again. this started getting a little long so

they grew up thick as thieves. nothing is going to change the fact that jake and chloe probably know each other better than anyone else. of course they do. jake was the only one who knew chloe's big secret

then of course she saves his life and, by extension, completely changed his life for better or worse (and went back on the one big promise she made when they were kids)

i like to think that turning jake was the first time chloe had ever bitten someone (she's thirteen can she really expect to get away with biting someone?). but know she knows that she has it in her to actually bite someone...

jake has been a vampire for a handful of years and still refuses to bite someone. sure, there are some perks to being a vampire. the speed, the strength, the not really needing human food. but the sun is awful (which sucks because he loves summer and the beach and all that) and he decided to never question exactly where chloe's parents get the blood bags from. he doesn't want to bite anyone

of course, they still go through those rocky patches in their relationship, putting it simply. the conflicting feelings due to the events that altered their relationship. they start dating, and somehow that makes things worse. one of the things that commonly happens during, particularly bad, fights is chloe reminding jake that "You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me. I saved your fucking life." maybe sometimes jake shoots back with "Maybe you should have just left me to die."

there's this weird thing where jake feels like he could never repay chloe, nothing would ever be enough. even if being like this was not what he wanted. he never wanted this life. this life was for the valentines. not for him

halloween happens and before anyone can stop him, jake is running back for rich and chloe is screaming after him. he doesn't listen. they have something in common, they wouldn't dare let someone they love die when they can do something about it

rich is never awake when jake goes to visit him. he could never decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. maybe it would be a good thing because if rich were awake, he might notice the look on jakes face (and rich knows him so well, every small change never seems to go unnoticed from rich's eyes) and jake imagines how that scenario would go: rich would ask him what he's thinking about and he wouldn't take 'nothing' or 'its not important' as an answer, he'd call bullshit on every lie jake tried to spin. and jake wouldn't be able to help but tell him the truth that "I want to make you like me so that I know you can't die on me." but he won't. rich doesn't wake up and jake never admits it out loud (can he even turn anyone? he doesn't know).

maybe rich and jake are still on rocky terms when rich finds out jake isn't human anymore. maybe jake pushed chloe away after halloween, stopped showing up at the valentine's like usual. (carmen and sebastian valentine ask "what happened to jakob?" and "why doesn't Jakob come around anymore?" and "it's been a while since jakob's been over, is everything okay?" and "we're getting worried about Jakob, you should tell him to come and visit. we have things to give him"). jake's run out of the blood bags from chloe's parents and he hasn't eaten in a while. he's been snapping more at almost everyone. (chloe tries to talk to him and rich thinks its because of him, but jake has been pushing everyone away lately so they can't be sure). jake might not know rich, but rich certainly knows jake. and, god, rich cant stand being pushed away without being given a chance (jake can be mad at him, and rich wouldn't blame him if jake never stopped being mad at him. he just wanted a chance to apologise). jake is hungry and rich is just there trying to talk to him. jake is trying to stay as far away from rich as possible, inching towards a door to make his escape. he doesn't want to bite rich, he doesn't want to be a monster (he'd said that once before, and that definitely caused a fight between him and chloe).

rich is pleading for jake to talk to him and jake is covering his mouth and nose, shaking his head. jake backs away every time rich tries to get closer and god that hurts but rich backs jake into a corner. he's trying to be careful, he's trying to be gentle. it happens so fast that neither of them can explain what happened. a momentary lapse of control before rich is on the floor and jake is on the other side of the room. rich can still feel the sensation of jake being so close to his neck. confessions begin to tumble from jake's mouth. he's shaking, he's scared, he's starving. rich is slow, and hesitant. very very hesitant. he creeps closer to jake who flinches when he realises just how close rich has gotten. rich's voice is soft, jake hasn't heard that softness in so long. rich offers to let jake feed off him.

brooke and chloe have a lot to mend as well. one of the things they start with is being completely honest with each other. something they haven't been in a long time. (or maybe never in chloe's case, hiding such a big secret from someone so important to her. she's terrified of losing brooke, she was terrified of losing jake). its a long heart to heart, a long awaited heart-to-heart after chloe spent so long refusing to apologise. they spill secrets they never shared, things they never had the courage to say. brooke could tell there was something chloe wanted to say. it was sitting on the tip of her tongue, waiting to come out. brooke knew better than to outright demand chloe do something, so she tried to coax it out of her gentle. it's nothing like telling jake, (and its nothing compared to how rich found out). but chloe tells her. brooke thinks she's lying. brooke gets mad. she blows up at chloe, yelling at her for how ridiculous this lie is and why can't chloe be honest? how can she trust chloe if chloe can't tell the truth? chloe sits there and takes it. she waits until brooke's quiet before she stands. she takes brooke's hand and gently leads her to the mirror. she stands behind brooke as they look at their reflections.

or brooke's reflection.

"Oh shit..." is brooke's quiet response.

brooke turns around and looks at chloe. she takes a really good look at chloe. she carefully brushes chloe's hair out of her face. it's such a soft gesture yet chloe is still terrified. but brooke just smiles.

"I just hope you ask before biting me."

[scorchrend]

if u would like to share ur marx thoughts…… and make us all feel physically ill alongside u…….. this random anon is very much interested in hearing 👀👀👀

thats the problem istart feeling physically ill because i cant verbalize what i'm thinking it;s that bad. but since you asked this might be the push i need. UHHHHH marx thoughts. what are my marx thoughts it's like rummaging through my junk clearbook where everything is just placed anywhere and everything gets lost i do answer better and more coherently with specific questions.. btw.... hehe. Love Questions okay. random thoughts go

marx is a really attention seeking guy. thrives out of getting a rise from other people. pre super star though, i don't think he has any real friends despite being a common sight due to his tricksterisms and funny things. i don't think he's done this in canon really, but personally i like to make it so that marx used to work under dedede. you know. big castle, you think it has cool stuff, should give pretty good benefits to staff right? but then kirby's dream land happens and hes like Bro this Sucks and skedaddles. so yeah no meaningful relationships

i like the idea that marx is friendly with kirby pre kirby super star, but i don't think it's a relationship that can really be described as "friends" more than "staying on good terms and excitedly saying hi whenever you see each other, have a little small talk, and go separate ways." i mean, to kirby, they're friends. i don't think marx knows this when he asks kirby for help in milky way wishes, he's relying on kirby's helpful nature the trust is just kind of a bonus. as for why marx soul is like that i dont fucking know man these are random ass thoughts

thing is i think marx genuinely thinks kirby's a cool stand up dude especially after kirby's dream land but i think he just got Sooo Fucking Pissed thats why mww happens or whatever but i'm not sure either since i'm just spitting words. whatever his reasons are they always change in my head, marx is an enigma to me Even as a local marx enjoyer

as for his relationship with magolor it's the average They meet after Marx Blows Up and magolor is in the area and like Damn well i'm not gonna leave that guy out there am i. then bla bla friends (menaces) and puts the idea of nabbing that crown from landia. less of an intentional thing you know, but even if marx blew up he still kinda had something to show for it you knoe. the wings and the nova power. i can't say why they'd part ways (i don't know either) but basically before that they enjoyed some weird shit like pranking randos maybe Way Too Hard

anyways, after they part ways, marx probably goes planet hopping for a bit but eventually settles back on popstar. guys got the wanderer bones in him but i really think he thinks life on popstar is swell. he wanted to rule it for a reason i guess?? also the nearby planets he can fly to are Pretty Empty. I think.i actually genuinely don;t inow what im saying though im making a lot of this on the spot

reason for thinking marx has been hiding out on planet popstar: he's readily available in kirby star allies from the first dream palace. i know the dream rod summons them but like for my purposes i think it's just kinda like YOU. COME HERE.

okay but you know who else is in wave 1 that's right rick kine coo and gooey. i think they become friends. i think they're marx's first real friends (if you count them becoming friends while marx is disguised? they keep it up even after they find out. trying to be the kirby they want to see in the world or something.) like i got a little idea where its kinda like Damn i kinda wanna Fuck Up Everything but then he experiences laughing With people and not just Laughing at or Being laughed at and is like Fuuuckkk this is kindasick actually. UGH plans POSTPONED!! he is still 100% a shithead though these improvements dont really happen until marx drops his disguise after he meets magolor again (between rtdl and dream collection)

as for marx and magolor's reconciliation i feel like it's really smooth at first while magolor recovers from an arduous warp or whatever but when magolor starts showing discomfort at the ... hobbies marx has there starts to be tension because marx starts feeling like magolor is ignoring him and doesn't want to associate (even if magolor does want to keep being friends). however they deal with that is still up in the air but it required a lot of arguing, magolor apology to the dream team, marx blowing his "presumed dead" cover just to cover for magolor on something, etc. stuff that shows both parties really value their friendship even after they've changed and paths diverged quite a bit. fyi their arguments are so fucking bombastic because they WERE so SIMILAR that any insults they toss at the other is a double edged sword, and evidences some kind of self loathing

for marx's relationship with kirby i honestly think they're chill. but ofc marx exasperates kirby at times.

also marx has to get hisinfo from somewhere so i think he does in fact read stuff. only stuff interesting to him but he does read and when he does he Reads reads. thats how the Loser hatched his plan regarding nova anyways. somehow taranza finds outabout this and hes like Oh my god someone who understands media. Marx vehemently denies this (but cannot resist screaming at other people who have shit takeaways from x book he likes) (Marx has opinions on notoriously polarizing character Eon based on historical figure Aeon Hero) (not anything i consider important just something funny)

i could go on forever but for now i think my brain is all worded out. not even sure if any of this makes sense. here you go anon. enjoy.

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Im sorry im sot sure how to word this right but, how do you manage to change the characters race while still making them look like well, them? I've tried but it never comes out right.... they allways look like a new character when i try.... again im sorry to ask....

Tis not a problem at all dear comrade! I'm always happy to try and answer art questions, but just a heads up i might get a lil bit rambly in some spots so i do apologize beforehand.

First off, change that negative tone!

I understand how you feel and its easy to feel down when the piece isnt turning out how you picture it but that's ok. You're setting foot into new artistic territory, something you havent tried before thats still a fairly big unknown. Instead of seeing it as a failure see it instead as a step in your artistic growth. No one starts off god tier right? Changing your framing of how you see your 'bad' drawings can really help you see em in a more positive light (and help with motivation when you attempt something new another time!)

Ok but onto what you actually asked about. How do you change a character but still keep them the same? Well in my eyes to do this, you have to

Break down thedesign

Let's take in the character we wanna redesign. We gotta really look at their original design and identify all their relevant features and shapes that make them easily recognizable as them.

Lemme grab my assistant Gajeel to illustrate my point.

So we have our Gajeel, yea we know what he looks like but! What exactly are we looking for here? Well we're looking for the key features to his design, features important enough where if he had a completely different hairstyle and colour palette ( and perhaps even body type) would make you go 'yea that's gajeel'.

So in breaking it down we note that he has:

Triangular shaped eyes with a bit of a dark outline

Small eyes with slit pupils

Prominent cheekbones

Jacked up hairline

And of course the most noticable feature, the multiple piercings

These- to me- are the most important parts of his design so i leave them generally unchanged when i go about drawing him. Which means everything else is on the table to change!

Though for me when I got about my redesigns i focus on changing 3 things mostly- nose, lips and hair. These really push a race change design, specifically in this case, makin em black

Now of course with this you are going to change skin tone that's obvious but relying solely on colour palette change makes for a somewhat weak redesign. If you turn off the colour and you can't tell if the character is nonwhite then it needs some work.

Noses and Lips

Now there are a great many ways to draw wider noses and it can be a bit difficult figuring out to interpret em without em lookin janky but i find that less is more!

I only ever really show the base of the nose where the tip part is and the nostrils, the bridge of the nose is only ever shown in my style when the head is a bit turned.

The same goes with lips, you only really need about 2 or 3 lines at minimum to emphasizs thick lips- one for the actual lip line, one for the top lip and one for the lower lip. Some people choose to leave out the line for the bottom lip and thats fine. Just don't do this-

If you do that im putting you in the ground myself.

Hair

Hair is a bit of a 50/50 for me to change most times because i really enjoy drawing that spiky anime hair lol. But I think that the important thing to keep note of changing the hairstyle to a more natural one is to keep the overall silhouette of the hair recognizable.

The silhouette being y'know, the shape and all that. If you're a pokemon fan then you already know how much a silhouette builds recognition. So as an example, Juvia's first hairstyle was that straightened looke with the tight curls at the end. The shape of that hairstyle was mimicked by using braids with puffs at the ends to help with maintaining that silhouette.

Gajeel has very big, spiky and wild hair so I tried to mimick that with dreads

(Also to note with the Gajeel redesign is that his face is slightly wider with the features a bit lower but thats more of a liberty I took than anything hard and fast so dont even worry about that)

Again, if i am changing the hair then i try to follow the shape of the original design as closely as possible. Even with a design such as my Black Gray design with a vastly different hairstyle i still sketched out the shape of his og hair to maintain the overall spiky shape (with a few liberties lol)

So uh, yea! I think that's the most basic breakdown of how to go about doing a black redesign. Identifying the key design traits i think really is the most important step to do as it really helps to cement what's necessary to keep and what can or cant be changed.

But some other stuff to be mindful of when redesigning:

Refs naturally are your friend. If you have difficulty with interpreting irl refs then theres no shame in using someone elses art as a reference to help you to learn and understand (just no tracing!)

Please for the love of god use saturated browns for the skin tone. I cannot tell you how often i see designs with a gray-brown skin tone. It makes the character look ashy. Please don't make them ashy.

Also speaking of skin tones, be mindful of being accidentally colourist, where all your darker skinned characters villains or angry, loud, violent, sexual, etc. Not saying you can't redesign characters who have those traits to be dark skinned. But if all the characters you redesign to be dark skinned have those traits while others with more positive traits are lighter shades you may want to step back and do some reflection.

Don't be let down if you don't get a redesign on the first try! You don't see behind the scenes for other artists, it definitely takes a few tries to get it right so dont get hung up on it!

These are not hard and fast rules, just really what works for me and how I do things. If you need anything clarified better or wanna ask anything else feel free to! Happy redesigning comrade!

[badpancakelol]

(When Max makes a move to leave, headphones on, lantern in hand, Eddie doesn’t even think twice about stopping her. Because he can admit that he’s terrified out of his fucking mind for her — had seen what happened to Chrissy and Patrick, doesn’t want to think about how, if they fail, if he fails, it might happen to her.

“Be careful, okay Red? I still need to drive you to school once we get out of this.” He says it like a slight joke, as if there is nothing more he wants to say. 

There isn’t enough time to say I’m sorry I didn’t push to know you, I’m sorry I didn’t ask, I’m sorry that I knew and I did nothing. Eddie thinks that she wouldn’t have wanted him to say it anyway. Would have told him that she didn’t really want help, and he would have made some comment about he was supposed to be the one making her feel better, not the other way around.

“Steve already does that for me.” She matches his tone, shrugs him off. 

There’s a hint of something more, and Eddie can see the conversation playing out before him, repeating and repeating. A morbid part of him wants to think of something to say, something that will make her say something so very poetic and meaningful, last words that he would torture himself with forever. But this is Max. And so she hints a smile at him, says you never drove me anyway, weirdo in the same tone that he would call her Red. 

Eddie wishes he had more time. Wishes there were a way to change things.

As he lays on the pavement, small fingers that were tangled in his hair, pulled away, he hears the sound of feet on pavement, running and running. He hears a rushed deep voice, saying I’m sorry, I’m trying, I’ll get it right next time before the warmth of the bodies are gone. 

Eddie stays awake enough to hear crying and the shuffling of feet, what he thinks is Nancy saying we have to go before the world is rumbling beneath him, just like the soldiers. He dips in and out of himself, out of life and death, he realises, and when he thinks about it hard enough, when the ground starts to dip away, and crumble under his body, he realises what it means. 

They failed.

Max was dead.

You know, people say that when you’re about to die your life flashes before your eyes. Eddie had never really believed it, had always thought it was meant to be something comforting to those who survived. They would have thought of you, in their last moments. It’s like drifting off into a dream. But as he lays there, bleeding out in a way that he hopes makes him look ethereal, he wishes it were true. 

He tries to hum the lullaby his mum used to use to make him fall asleep, but the world splintering beneath him is so very loud, and his throat hurts so much. He swallows back spit and tears. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Eddie doesn’t know what exactly he’s sorry for — a lot of things, probably. When he was young, he used to say that he wanted to go down in a blaze of glory. There’s a bitter part of him that realises he got what he wanted. He can feel fresh tears spring to the forefront of his eyes, and roll down his dirty cheek. Dust kicks up from where one of the plates of the world has kicked up, sliding near his head, tugging at his hair. 

He wishes that his life had flashed before his eyes. Would it be so terrible to dream?

But the world is unforgiving, and it had never liked Eddie anyway, so he hums the lullaby as loud as he can, mumbles the words that he remembers, I dreamt I held you in my arms, as he stares off into the blurry distance, and succumbs).

-- -- --

or: another part of my newest chapter, VACANCY, because im proud of it lol

[rynnlovers]

HELLO (rynn first)

1. energy? - bottom but dom or sub depends (he could literally be anything you like, esp. if the you is oswald)

2. turning on/off - on - honestly physical touching but like sexually enough (but if its os, honestly that man turns him on 24/7 w/o a break they could be just talking and rynn's a lil bit like "ah if he could just rail me rn" ps. os would never) off - MISGENDERING. MISGENDERING HIM IS A VOLCANO OF RED FLAG. mommy of our kids? NO dada of our kids? YES. WHY ARE YALL SO FUCKING STUPId. any mention of being enslaved probably. or like cheating. any mention of oswald (bad light) as well. and if for os just when rynn asks him to stop and he doesn't (os would never(2))

3. how long before climax? - it depends. but rynn's usually pretty sensitive so os have to be doosy with his technique to like make him go on for a bit (usually very torturously, rynn's begging to let him cimmy lol 😭) aka. edging. it's just os edging rynn like hell.

4. sensitive part - behind his neck (i have recently learned from ao3 that this part is called nape. its extremely. sexy-), the root of his red hair is very sensitive. also his chest part probably (although rynn fucking hates it isbskssk.)

5. seducing them - just push him against the wall and keep kissing him. peeling off clothes is also a good signal.

6. masturbation how often - every time he feels like killing himself (u might be saying WHAT but its true, this man is quite sick in the head and use sexual pleasure as a homemade antidepressant) before therapy tho. after therapy and sharing room with os probably once a week. biweekly at best. mostly bc os wouldn't fuck hi-

7. fav positions- fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk im too ace for this ugh why idk idk idk probably when os is pinning his hands up, hugging him or squeezing his waist.

8. losing virginity - oh this is gonna be sad but his first is probably not very consensual but its where he learned sex really sale. (learned body sale when he was a kid but probably not zex)

9. fav place - uh idk bed. he also likes it on os' desk ig.

10. been caught? - nah. this man can detect footsteps from 10 miles ago. if u caught him he's probably either horny out of his mind (actually not that often if you'd believe me), or wanted you to walk in on him.

11. loud or quiet - quiet with anyone else (like biting lips not to get too loud), loud with os (also biting lips but fucking hell everything + os' "i want to hear you, rynn." is NOT helping.

12. sex toys - oh he owns an entire warehouse imma tell you.

13. giving or receiving - he really likes giving but melts into puddle of nothing when receiving.

14. sex how often - girl it depends on os not him.

15. biggest sexual desire - having os treat him like a prisoner probably. (OS WOULD NEVER. RYNN, WAKE UP. 3)

16. best term to describe - big ego small hole (why am i like this)

17. uh hes trans. idk what to describe but everyone has commented rynn's really small once.

18. what think abt masturbating? - os.

just os. has been os since he lost his virginity. has been os every time he had sex.

19. sexual orientation- i'd say pan but imma just go with allo (cause rynn's aroallo.) bc most his life it's not really sexual attraction that drove him to have sex, it's more like i just want the feelings or it's for work. he's starting to change his mindset about it just mow so we'll have to wait and see.

20. fav things to do - oh he was on another level of dopamine when he was giving os a handjob when os was begging him to stop lol. if bottom um being a cum dump…

21. weirdest place - uh its probably categorized as a half-public but it was an empty meeting room.

22. fav place to be kissed - behind his neck. it always tickles his brain the right way. (ps. biting it while in-out-ing is sometimes more effective at getting him over the edge than just slamming)

23. worst experience - every non-con or very political + the man was being an absolute dick. ones.

24. orgasmed more than once? - oh hell yes he likes being overstimulated (os could only do it with toys- so os would usually never.)

25. how often think abt sex - uh. like a man? (idk personally)

26. self-conscious abt any part? - oh a lot of parts… he doesn't like the booba and his v . (bc gender dysphoria, and it being commented on poorly in the past.) he usually hates it but has been opening up to os to like yk use it… uh yeah.

27. how long does usually last - it dependss but rynn usually holds on pretty well. not well only with os istg this man is a different breed or rynn's brain has a special segment just for os in bed.

28. serious during sex? - how does one be serious during sex… but like no. hes just a babbling mess…

29. i can't think of one rn but probably dom rynn, he really likes it hahahah.

[keefwho]

November 14 - 2022

4:00 PM

I’m a bit stressed. Today has been difficult because of my tummy but I’ve done a very good job doing everything anyways and I’m proud of myself. I did all my work, then over half my workout and I cleaned up. I couldn’t pull off the whole workout but I’m okay with that, I know I tried my hardest today. 

Now I’m stressing out a bit over some personal projects. I fear I may be in a natural art rut right now and it’s getting in the way of some important things. 

Im trying to be weary of my stamina so I can make sure I rest appropriately but I also want to be tough and productive. I guess I kinda feel like I haven’t been as good as I want to be in any field lately. 

I think its time to rest for a bit right now. I feel tired and mentally overwhelmed. Everything feels at least a little unstable right now so I need to recuperate myself before I can be effective. A small readjustment in attitude might help to. I stress about some things that just dont need it. Things that are supposed to be creative and fun don’t need the overwhelming importance I apply to them sometimes. I gotta chill out. 

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve really changed all that much since I’ve started trying to better myself. I feel like I must have. I used to be aware of my phobia but suppressed it, then in June I had a tummy incident that had me feeling like shit for a few weeks straight. At that point I had hit my lowest point where I think my level of anxiety around my stomach could have been disorder-level. Thinking about it has me wondering how I was THAT bad because I must have improved beyond that point. I’ve gotten a lot more realistic and “brave” about it since then. Maybe my worry is unfounded. Clearly I’ve gotten a lot better and am still improving. I know the direction I’m going, I’m not lost or anything anymore. Now it just takes time.  

Recap

This morning I tried to get everything done real early. I had leftover hashbrowns with jalapenos in it which I think was a mistake. I had to do the other half of a paid stream today and my tummy imploded during it, but I kept strong and pushed through it.

After that I did my workout but only about half of it. I felt really tired today, Im not sure why. I also cleaned up like I was supposed to so I ended up getting all my tasks done today in some capacity. 

My tummy hurt a good chunk of the evening too but I didn’t let it get in the way of bestie time. I ended up feeling better for the most part, like usual. 

I have a lot I could rant about right now but it’s extra late right now and I gotta sleep. I feel like I’m fighting on like 3-4 fronts right now. 

[moneymasnn]

Can you write something Where y/n has a fear of plane and mason wants to take her on vacation

Hold my hand| Mason Mount

Notes: (2.6k words) I wrote this really randomly within the last couple of hours so it might be kinda shit but im trying to work my way thought old requests!! I also kinda have a fear of planes so I thought this was cute! Requests are open if anyone has any ideas for a mason fic. Enjoy xoxoxoxo

Blurb: One where you have a fear of planes, but with your boyfriend wanting to take you on holiday, he convinces to by promising he will hold your hand.

Warnings: Mild swearing, some small hints to smut, just mason being a dirty minded boy

“But it's Greece y/nnnnn.”

Mason, your boyfriend exhales a long breath, your laptop strapped to his hip as he backs you into a corner in the kitchen.

“Think about the sun and the sea and me.” His lips lift into a smirk but it doesn't take long for the smile to fade when he realizes you're having none on it.

“The planes like three hours long, so we can watch endgame the whole flight.” His eyebrows are raised but still no word from your lips.

“Think about all the cute insta worthy pictures i'll take of you.” This however, mason notices the small crease in your eyes.

“It's not that I don't want to mason, I really want to. I just can't get on that jumbo death thing.” Mason furrs his eyebrows at your silly little nickname, he was about to argue his point more until you wiggled out of his grip, ducking under his arm and making way to the fridge.

Mason sighs, placing the laptop on the kitchen counter as he walks behind you, peering over your shoulder to also inspect what was in the fridge.

But before you could change the conversation and ask him if he wanted to order take out, a shrek left your lips when he had placed his hands on your waist, turning you around to face him.

“I wanna take my girlfriend on holiday.”

You sympathize with him, you want to go on holiday too. But you know you won't be able to put one step on a plane. The fear started when you were little, you had always been deathly afraid. You didn't go on many holidays as a child so it's not like you had ever gotten used to getting on a plane everyone once and a while. When you were eighteen and supposed to go on your first girls holiday you couldn't do it, you stormed off the plane like an idiot, crying as you watched your friends take off on the runway.

That tragic incident was when you were eighteen, you were now twenty three. And you still haven't attempted it.

“What about sleeping tablets?”

“No.”

“Boat?”

“Hard pass.”

“What if I hold your hand?”

“Mas-.”

“I'll protect you. Nothing bad will happen I swear.”He cares, he really does care. “And if the plane crashes you won't even have time to hate me because you'll be dead.” He shrugs, way to ruin the moment mase.

“I want you to at least try.”

“I just can’t mason, you have no idea how much I want to go on holiday with you.”

“Then try. Try for me.” He pleads.

You throw your head back, tears starting to fill your eyes as mason immediately wraps his arm around your shoulder worried if he's pushed you too far.

“I'm sorry mase.” You gently try into his shoulder, your fists clinging to a handful of his jumper.

“It's okay, it's okay. I'm not mad that you're scared y/n, everyone has fears, but you could at least try.” He pulls away from your puffy eyes.

“I want to, mase. I'm just scared I'll embarrass myself in front of your family.”

Mason gently places a kiss to your forehead before pulling away.

“Let me book the tickets, come with us, and if you get on the plane and change your mind i'll walk straight off the plane with you y/n.”

“I don't know if i can-'' You hated disappointing him but i couldn't help it, the idea of sitting on a plane sent shivers up your spine.

“I know you can, I'll be with you every second of the way. And even if you get to the airport and realize you can't do it i wont be mad, i'll be proud that you tried.”

“Okay.” You mumble, with a small sniff.

“Okay?” He repeats, a small smile on his face as you watch his eyes light up.

“Okay, I'll come to Greece with you.” You say with a small smile.

Mason's arms immediately go to your waist as he lifts you into the air.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You giggle as he places you down back to the ground, his hands on your cheeks as he houses every inch of your face.

“Oh we're going to have the best time ever! I promise you won't regret this.”

 He says in between kissing you before he finally places his lips on your, his hand slipping down your neck so he can pull you close.

“I love you.” He mumbles on your lips. “I need to call mum, she's going to be so happy!” 

And with that he sprints down the hallway, his phone glued to his ear as he starts to call his mum.

You just stood in the same position he left you in, your eyes grazing to the still open laptop with the booking flights still pulled up. You really hoped you wouldn't end up backing out.

There's nothing like the sound of an alarm ringing at 4am. The suns coming up and the birds are chirping. The sort of calm sleepy morning that should make you want to crawl back under the covers. But not when you're going on holiday.

Such a bittersweet feeling, walking around in your joggers and a jumper, drinking cocktails at 7am. Time doesn't really apply in an airport.

“Morning baby.” Mason rolls over, firmly placing his body on yours as his hand comes down to squeeze your hips.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Not at all.

“Excited?”

“Totaly.” yeah that one didnt sound as convincing.

Mason laughs as he gently sucks the inside of your neck and then up to under your ear. 

He pulls back to look at your face, he can't hide his smile as he brushes some hair out of your forehead.

“Just remember, you're not being held captive y/n. If you really feel like you can't do this just say-”

“I can do this.” You can't do this. Not one bit, but you're scared if he carries on telling you you can change your mind you might actually change it.

“Let's go to Greece baby!” Mason smirks, pulling you up by your arm dragging you to the shower.

After a quick shower you chuck on some black shorts and a crop top but place masons hoodie over to the top. It was cold in England in the morning but you wanted your outfit to be comfortable and flexible so when you landed in Greece you wouldn't be hot.

There was a shallow knock on the door, mason was still in the bathroom so you pulled it open to see his mother standing in the hallway.

“Morning y/n dear.”

“Morning.” You whisper back, although everyone else that had stayed over last night was probably already up and getting ready. 

Mason's family stayed the night so we could all travel to the airport quicker in the morning, instead of them having to drive all the way from Portsmouth at three am.

“Was just wanting to see if you wanted tea? Or a coffee.” She smiles, she could sense the nerves coming off you from last night, she only wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

“A glass of wine maybe?” You joke, she laughs with you before flashing one of her usually motherly smiles at you. “Could I have a tea please, I'm sure mason will have one too.”

“Is he up?” She peers her head over your shoulder as mason comes up behind you.

“I'm up mum.”

“Good we leave in half an hour darling. Oh y/n please make sure he's packed everything, he forgot his passport last year.” she tuts at him before laughing and dashing back down the stairs.

He smiles as you turn to face him, “You forgot your passport?”

“In my defense I left it on the kitchen counter, not like I forgot to pack it.” He shrugs, walking back into the bathroom.

You were about to close the door when you heard the quietest of pitter patters running to your door.

“Aunty y/n/n are you awake!” You smile as summer comes colliding with the door, pushing it open as wide as he can, running onto your arms.

“Morning sunny!” You coo at her.

“Morning!” She smiles at you, but her smile fades when she notices the french plait in your hair. “Can you do that to my hair?” She pouts at you.

“Of course go get the hair brush from uncle mase, he's in the bathroom.” You smile at her, putting her down as he runs into the bathroom, she immediately returns with the hairbrush and a hair band, sitting on the end of your bed quietly as you brush through her hair.

“Aunty y/n/n? Uncle massey said you don't like planes, whyyyy?” She asked you as she plays with the corner of the blanket under her legs.

“I just find them a bit scary, but don't worry you'll be fine.” You didn't want to make her scared either, since she was a child.

“I'm not scared. I'm a big girl.”

“Oh really?” You smile at her, tying the band around the end of her hair and putting in some hairspray for her so it holds in.

She smiles as she jumps on the bed then into your arms, “You can sit next to me aunty y/n/n if you get scared. I can hold your hand!” She smiles at you, but you didn't have time to answer her when she was running out of your room after being called by her dad.

“See, if summer can do it you can do it.” Mason smiles, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Shut up.” You giggle at him.

“I'm proud of you, thank you for trying.”

You inhale a deep breath, kissing the red patch on his nose before pulling away to grab your bag.

You went down stairs in the kitchen to drink the tea Debbie had made you before you all piled into the taxi ready to take you to the airport.

Mason noticed how unusually quiet you were in the car, but a silent grab of your fingers in his as he places a quick kiss to the back of your hand was surprising enough to calm your nerves for most of the car ride.

When you got there you placed your bags through security, you decided to take a walk in duty free, buying a book to hopefully keep you distracted on the journey.

“I hope you're not planning on reading a book instead of watching Endgame with me?” Mason smiled, his head placed on your shoulder as he peers over at the blurb of the book you were about to buy.

You buy the book holding it in one hand as your other hand is firmly grasped in masons. The family makes way to the small gate, all ready to board the jet.

You expected the nerves to kick in right about now, right when you show your passport and your boarding pass but nope. Just excitement, excitement to spend the next two weeks with your boyfriend and his family.

You notice masons gaze never leave you as you walk down the tunnel and outside to the steps on the unusually small plane.

You hated that it had to be a jet and not a plane.

“Do you want a window or the outside seat?” mason asks you.

“The outer one.” You didn't want to be by the window and be constantly reminded that you were flying through the sky.

You had made it on the plane and into the seat, that in itself was an achievement 

Once everyone was seated and ready on the plane you faced the front, you hand gripping masons as he places a slight kiss to your temple.

“Ready?”

“Not really.”

“Want to get off?” He asks.

“Nope.”

Mason smiled at your answer, “Do I need to get summer to hold your hand?”

You smile up at him, “I like it when you hold it.” you smirk at him, mason takes the chance to peek over his shoulder, most of his family were in conversation so he turns back to you with a smirk before leaning into your ear.

“Want to know what I'm thinking about?”

“One hundred different escape plans to get off this plane?” You look up at him but he just smiles and bites his lip, only then do you realize his intention.

“More like a hundred different ways I can make you moan in the toilet.” His lips purse up in a smirk as he subtly lifts his hips to adjust the uncomfortableness of his hard on rubbing against his joggers.

“Behave.” You slap his chest, but you cant help but break out in laughter at his stupid little actions.

“Y/n.” He asks quietly. “Not to like worry you or anything, but the planes kinda getting ready for taking off.”

You peer over him out the window to notice the plane had been moving and now was firmly settled on the runway. You had been so busy talking to mason you didn't even feel the plane start to move.

The plane starts to move up the runway as you scrabble to hold masons hand again. He smiles down at you before placing another kiss to your head, leaning back in his seat.

“Are you okay aunty y/n/n?!” Summer shouts from a few rows behind you.

You hear mason giggle next to you as you turn to smile at the little girl, promising her you were okay.

As the plane starts to take off in the air, mason's hand never leaves yours, neither does his lips with an occasional kiss to your head, cheek and temple.

“Y/n. You need to let go, I need a wee.” Mason sympathetically says. Waving your sweaty and connected hands in the air, you hadn't let go of him for the last twenty minutes.

“Unless you wanna come with me?” His brow cocks up again as you release his hand.

“You're like a horny teenager.” You scowl at him.

“What can I say? You're just too gorgeous to resist.” He smiles, placing a kiss to your lips before he runs down the aisle as quick as he can to the toilet.

You take the time of masons diserparance to roll over into his seat, deciding to look out the window, the sun was coming up and the sunset looked beautiful. You pulled your phone out to take a picture before summer came running over, crawling onto your lap.

“Are you still scared?”

“Not one bit.” You smile at her, brushing back a few hairs that were too short and had fallen out of her plait.

“Did uncle massey hold your hand?” She questions.

“He did.” You smile at her before noticing mason's presence as he towers over you.

“Not fair you took my seat.” He pouts, before sitting down. 

Summer runs back off to her nan and mason gently taps your shoulder, pulling you out of your gaze from the window. 

“I got you something.” Her smile, throwing a packet of m&ms onto your lap. “Thank you so much for getting over your fear for me. I'm about to make this the best week of your life.”

You smile up at him, connecting your lips in what you intentions were, a quick kiss.

Mason pushes his face into yours, his hand connecting with your cheek as the other one finds its way up your jumper to caress the naked skin on your waist.

He pushes his luck by sliding his tongue along yours, you were about to back away when you were interrupted.

“There are children on board!” Lewis shouts at the both of you, causing mason to giggle into your mouth before pecking your soft lips again and pulling away.

“Mase? I love you more.”

[cynettic]

hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

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You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

[astrok1dz]

Glass Half Full (Edward Nashton x GN!Reader)

Part Five

A/n: IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT I WAS ON EXAM SEASON, ANYWAYS HERES PART FIVE, THE FINAL ONE, ENJOY

The quiet whining had ceased.

You were done healing Edward and now he sat pathetically on the floor while you threw away the bloody wipes and put away the rest of the items.

You noticed, as you walked past him yet again, how he was trembling. You did notice how damp he was while healing him, was he cold?

You walked over to him and extended your arm down.

It took him a minute to finally comprehend what you wanted as he held your hand and you helped him up with a loud groan.

“Easy, easy smarty”, you advised him, and he nodded, noticing you were dragging him softly to take a seat behind the counter. God he could almost implode from that nickname, those actions alone.

“Are you cold?”, you inquired, concerned. His heart skipped a beat. He swore with each thing you did he just fell more in love.

“Freezing…”, he mumbled back sadly. Just how much you cared…

Nashton winced at the loss of your presence as you walked towards the little back room where you changed and left your belongings, taking the thickest jacket you had brought to the shift and some painkillers.

Edward, meanwhile, looked at the envelope on the floor, the one he’d made for you.

He wondered if you even cared, if you noticed or would bother to open it. Had you just helped him out of pity? Or to not get charged for leaving a man to die at your workplace? It was still unsafe out there. What if the gang went for him again? Or even worse, for you?

You came back with the necessary items and made your way to the counter when you noticed the unopened envelope still lying on the once bloody floor.

The way you bent down to get it, everything, he needed to make a move tonight.

“Oh! I’m so sorry I forgot to open it. You were just so hurt and-”

“How’d you know it was me…?”, he said, puppy dog eyes and a sad look on his face, bracing himself for rejection.

You sat on next to him, close enough for your sides to be in contact.

“Honestly? For a riddle lover you made it easy. I mean ‘To Beauty’? Only you ever called me that”

“I didn’t call you beautiful, I was answering the ri-”. Something just awfully wrong clicked in his head.

“Wait, no one ever told you you’re beautiful? Really?”, he slurred, and thank God for his dizzy state after the good beating he got, if not for it, he would’ve never been able to say half of the things he wanted to say out loud. He was partly conscious of it, Edward thought he’d keep it going, get things going.

You blushed, dear, he really did admire you? You thought, with the way your brains and hearts seemed to connect, even if it was just puppy love, that you might want to take the lead and take him out.

You shook your head and talked both him and yourself back onto reality.

“No one, at least not jokingly. At least you’re clearly clever”, you confessed.

“No one’s ever called me clever except for mocks and stuff…”, he admitted, earning your surprise.

“But I think you’re pretty smart too. Riddles get hard at some point so I understand!”, he cheered you on, earning a cheeky smile and blush on your cheeks. God, how could he make you so awfully happy with such few words?

“Well… I think you’re pretty beautiful too, but being real hot also gets hard at some point so I understand too!”, you joked, earning not a manly chuckle anymore, but instead genuine laughter, a loud and sharp giggle he muffled up as soon as he realised he let out. You just nodded and gave him a knowing look, he got you meant to say he shouldn’t cover up.

You gently placed your jacket over his shoulders and handed him the painkiller, looking away as your hands he grazed his. He felt just as special and shivery.

Once he warmed up with the jacket and took the painkiller that slowly pushed his shyness back up, he encouraged you to open the envelope, giving a small nod toward it.

He noticed how slowly and carefully your fingers worked around it, trying your best not to break or rip the paper, action he questioned. You answered you simply wanted to keep the envelope too, that it would be a nice memory no matter what. You briefly told him about this one guy who liked your hair and “thought you were pretty” and gave you his phone, how he’d never texted you or called you from then on but you still kept the paper for the memory.

He figured you liked to keep them in case you were left behind, trying to forget. He didn’t say it, but he was right and you both knew it. He understood how you felt so no comments were made.

You finally pulled the paper out. It was dark red and felt smooth against your hands, it had on it a careful portrait of your side profile. Edward smiled to himself, hoping you wouldn’t notice how you’d never particularly modelled for him, except for when he’d stalk you and keep your pictures, skilfully portraying and scribbling your features onto his infamous notebook.

You gave the biggest smile, the one he loved. The one that showed your teeth bright and went from ear to ear, almost. The one that made your eyes squint and your nosebridge wrinkle. The loveliest smile, almost deadly when you looked away from the paper towards him, redirecting the ethereal expression to him.

Turning the paper around, a messily scribbled riddle made its place onto the card, and you read it out loud and proud;

“I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?”

You thought for a second. Broken, clogged, attacked, given, kept and crushed? Almost all sounded like familiar concepts, familiar experiences.

“OH! I know! It’s a heart! It’s a heart right? Right?”

He gave you that cheeky dimpled smile and nodded.

“Pretty cheesy for a two time customer, I know…”, he bragged. God please let him have this confidence a little longer, he begged, insecurities gnawing his mind.

“Well…”, you said, and you took a candy from a little can on the counter.

“Still, we’ve bumped into each other some times before and this is just so sweet! I think that makes you a…”, you proceeded to point at the candy and then the center of your chest.

He gasped. Choked on air, if you will.

“A sweet… heart?”, he doubted and you nodded shyly yet aggressively.

You stared at each other with goofy smiles and love-swelled pride and you both swore you could die right then and there.

“So, I know this is sudden but I was thinking on maybe going to watch a horror movie, but I’m scared shitless watching it by myself so…”

“A-are you asking me out?”

You thought of answering ‘Perhaps’, instead you simply mouthed;

“I am, smarty”

And as you closed and exited the shop with him by your side, the glass was not only full, but filled to the brim.

END OF VOLUME ONE

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[chokingonpaper]

Ohla Bola, how are you today? I come bearing a request; ej, with a "kidnapped" s/o, but they went willingly, because they are a monster lover, and who would pass up the opportunity to be with that hunk of a demon 🥵 (I know I wouldnt). So the gist of it is, they are compliant, they know exactly what is going on, manipulation wise, dont care because they are finally being loved (emotional distant parents maybe?) And fully reciprocate the affections and obsessions that ej has for them. (Maybe they see it as the only way they will ever find true love?)

If this is possible? Many thanks adieu

Im doing good, and of course! Again, I might make a part two :D This ended up kind of being the prologue for how this would go in the future ig- If I make a part two it’ll be more about the kidnapping and stuff like that

Also happy 100 posts!

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You had always been a lonely person. Often times people avoided you, and the people that decided to stick around always seemed to fade away sooner or later.

You lived at the edge of your neighborhood with most of your house concealed by large, dark trees. The community was always planning things and arranging little parties, but you never went. It wasn’t entirely other people’s fault that you were alone, you just weren’t that interested in other people. Though a part of you yearned for a friend, someone that understood you and wouldn’t leave at only a moments notice. But that person hadn’t arrived yet, and you had given up hope that they ever would.

Life was dull, and every morning you woke up you wondered if anything would ever change. Every day was the same. Wake up, go to work, get home, and sleep. Then it’d repeat over, and over, and over again. Every time you came home you found your house empty, and you were once again reminded of how alone you were.

But then one day you felt the strange feeling of eyes on your back. Not having very many friends, you often spent your time observing rather than socializing. You knew this feeling very well, and you knew that you were being watched. Yet along with this unnerving feeling, you felt a rush you’d never experienced before. You weren’t alone, and for whatever reason you were okay with that.

Whenever you walked through the kitchen, you felt eyes trailing you from your windows. You didn’t know who the person was or why they were watching you. You hadn’t even managed to catch a glimpse of them yet.

Whenever you got ready for work and headed out the door, you felt the same thing. Even when you were at work, you swore you could still feel their presence. A part of you wondered if you had just made this person up, just to make you feel less alone. By the other part of you wondered if you were in danger. If this was real, you had a stalker on your hands, and you had no idea who it could be.

It could be a coworker, an old employer, or even just a passing customer. Their identity was completely unknown, and you spent hours pondering who they could possibly be and what they looked like. But they were good at hiding themselves, and you hadn’t even seen a shadow.

Weeks passed and you began to tell yourself that it was all in your head, but then knocking came. It was almost like it was to reassure you that they were there, that they hadn’t left, and that they were anything but imaginary.

The first time it happened you nearly jumped out of your chair, but as time passed and the little knocks and taps continued, they became almost comforting. You weren’t supposed to feel at peace when you had a stalker, but it’d been so long and they hadn’t hurt you yet, so who’s to say they ever would? They might just be an observer, like you.

But soon enough just observing wasn’t good enough for them. It had been over a month, and now Jack wanted a little more than just standing to the side and watching your life as if it were a movie. He wanted to be around you, to hold you, to be the one to take you away from your loneliness. He knew how little you went out besides when you had to work, and he knew how much you wanted someone to talk to and spend time with. He’d seen you watch groups of friends with envy, wondering what it was like to be so close to someone. He’d seen you lie on your back staring up at the ceiling, feeling so empty that you couldn’t even cry. Jack had seen you stare out the window where he stood only a moment ago with eyes full of desperation, silently begging him to reveal himself.

He knew you, and he wanted to take you away from everything you disliked about the world.

So the next time you looked out the window with a sad sigh, he decided to try something he’d never even thought to do before. Jack slowly stepped out of the shadows and in front of your window, finally allowing you to see the dark figure who had been watching you nearly every hour of every day.

Your eyes widened in pure shock and you froze, just studying the man who had presented himself to you.

He was tall, several inches above six feet. His physique was impressive, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Though he was at a distance, you could tell how much he towered over you. He stood still, holding eye contact with you and staring you down with an intense gaze. Anyone could see that this man wasn’t someone to be messed with, and it was already clear to you that you weren’t getting out of this one.

But even if you could, would you want to?

Then suddenly he was no longer still, and his noticeably large hands reached for the window. The window was locked, but you guessed he already knew this. This was was a stranger who had been stalking you for a little over a month. You had never seen him before, and you knew damn well that if he got into your home he could overpower you with ease. Yet as your heart beat faster, pounding loudly in your chest, you hesitantly stepped towards the window.

A small sliding lock was the only thing keeping the man out, though you could guess he had other ways of getting in if he needed to. After all, the windows weren’t bullet-proof.

You gulped down a lump of nervousness and placed your shaking hand over the lock. The man, Jack, watched with interest as you slowly unlocked it, giving him access to your home, and to you.

Why were you doing this? Why were you letting him in? You were unlike any human he’d ever encountered before, and that only made his desire to keep you for himself grow.

Not doing anything more than unlocking it, you backed away from the window as the man pushed it open and climbed inside. Once he stood at his full height you looked up at him in awe. Covering his face was a navy blue mask that dripped black from the eyes. It sent a chill down your spine and froze you in place. Now that he was closer it was only more obvious just how strong he was. He was so much taller than you and obviously very strong. He was the definition of intimidating, and if you weren’t frozen in place you would have crumbled to the ground.

The two of you stared at each other in silence for what felt like hours, but then he took a step forward and your eyes widened.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice came out less comforting than you would have liked. It was deep and incredibly raspy, as if he hadn’t spoken in weeks.

You nodded slowly, his words not really making you feel any safer. “W-Who are you?” You asked in a tone only a bit above a whisper. It was clear that you were afraid, yet you made no attempt to leave.

“I’m Jack.” He answered simply, not offering any more information that could help you understand what exactly was going on. You had just let your stalker into your home, and now you were having a semi-calm conversation with him.

Jack soon took another step towards you, and now only about a foot was between you.

“I’m going to take you with me. Either cooperate, or I’ll knock you out. Understand?” He stated lowly, staring down at you with complete seriousness. You were about to be kidnapped, but instead of fear you felt almost… relieved. Someone wanted you. Someone wanted you so badly that they were going to simply take you. It sounded so wrong, so terrifying, yet all you could think about was how you would no longer be alone.

And so you nodded, letting him silently lead you out of your house and into the tree line from which you would never emerge from again.

[harryspet]

off to the races (2) s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, bondage, a hint of peter x reader, toxic/abusive relationship, hella angst, little editing 

A/N: im mentally shutting down because of school but at least i have mob!steve :)

In which you don’t want to be Daddy’s secret anymore.

word count: 3.5k

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“Woah, dude, your room is awesome. Awe, you have all the good movies. I haven’t seen The Jungle Book in forever!” 

“Peter, look!” You waved him over to the window, ignoring his astonishment for the paradise Steve had created for you. Peter stood there dumbly for a moment before walking over to the window beside your bed. 

You heard the loud whirring of helicopter spinning blades echoing through the room even with the window closed. It was landing in the field behind the manor and you were questioning why Steve was making such a grand entrance today. You’d been stuck in this house for three weeks now and nothing this exciting had happened yet, “Who’s helicopter is that?” You looked back at Peter who’d crossed his arm nervously. 

“Uhm … probably … maybe-” You scoffed, before looking back at the view. The helicopter was a sleek, black color and, as you narrowed, your eyes could make out some words written in gold. 

“Stuh …. Stark …. Industries. Stark Industries,” You were calm as you took in the info before the realization hit you, “Stark Industries! Is Tony Stark here? Holy …. pancakes.”

Peter smiled, seemingly amused by your excitement, “Pancakes?”

“Steve doesn’t like it when I-” You stopped yourself from explaining, realizing there was a bigger situation at hand, “We have to go check things out. Get a closer look!”

“No way,” Peter shook his head, “I’m here to make sure you stay in this room.”

You rolled your eyes, “So Tony Stark must be here then, right?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” Peter pressed his lips together like he was struggling to hold in all the secrets he knew. 

“How the hell does Steve know Tony Stark? Stark is dirty too? I should’ve known … flipping rich people.”

“Flipping?”

You took a step toward him and despite the fact you were wearing a pair of fairy wings, he still seemed intimidated by you, “What do you want, huh? A raise?”

“Uhm … I don’t think you can do that … can you?”

“Of course I can. Steve is wrapped around my finger.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow, “But he’s Steve Rogers …”

“Look around this room for goodness sake! He does anything I want. If I tell him all about how you’re a great worker, how you’re a good friend to me, he’ll surely be appreciative. Might even give you a promotion and maybe you won't have to play babysitter anymore.”

He considers it just for a moment, “If he does anything you want then why are you locked in this house?”

“Fine, fine, so I don’t have complete control but I have some. I could be helpful to you in the future!” 

“Y/N, if something went wrong he’d probably chop me up into little pieces and send them to my Aunt. Or he’d chop up my aunt and make me watch … depends on the kinda mood he’s in.”

You stared back at him, trying not to let the look on your face falter, “ … I’ll give you my movie collection?” 

“I’m sorry but-”

“It’s my birthday soon?”

“I can’t,” Peter stated, sighing, “I’ve got pressure on me right now, and things have to go right tonight. It’s like a huge deal. I never get to go to stuff and the party is-” He stopped his rambling when he realized he’d said too much. 

“Party?” Peter opened his mouth and closed it again. He turned away from you, eyes wide, and made his way to the door. Of course, you chased after him, placing yourself between him and the door, “What party?”

“Please move,” Peter begged, “I really can’t talk about it.”

“I won’t say anything, I promise!” You were the one begging now, “He doesn’t tell me anything at all. Can you imagine how I’m feeling? I’ll do everything you say, I won’t try anything, I just want to know what's going on …. please?”

“Steve can’t know,” You nodded eagerly and he finally gave in, probably because of your spectacular puppy dog eyes, “Tony Stark is having a party tonight, that’s where Steve’s going, and most of us are going to. A pretty important deal is happening.”

“Why doesn’t Steve want me to go?” You frowned a bit.

“I don’t think he wants anybody to know about you, to keep you safe, that kind of thing.”

“Right,” You nodded, “Even if I go crazy while he does that.”

Peter looked sympathetic, “I’m sorry.”

“I know this thing with me and Steve is not ordinary but is it crazy of me to not want to be a secret? Even after everything …”

You could tell Peter wasn’t expecting a deep question nor did he expect you’d confide in him, “I don’t think so,” Peter was trying to understand, you could see it in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he wasn’t sure, “Obviously … you - uhm - care about him. I wouldn’t want to be the secret of someone I care about.”

He was taken aback when you suddenly hugged him. Unsure if he could hug you back, he awkwardly patted your shoulder which made you giggle, “Can I paint your nails?”

“What? No.”

“I have colors that aren’t girly.” “Hmm … can you do cool stuff like the shapes and sparkles?”

“Of course,” You smiled, “Step into my salon.”

+

“I didn’t get my sticker this week,” You bounced back from your toes to your heels, watching Steve as he got ready in his closet. He was fixing his tie in the mirror, making sure it was absolutely perfect, along with the rest of the look. Freshly trimmed beard and an aftershave that smells intoxicating. He smelt like money and looked like it too. That’s probably exactly how you would want to look in front of Tony Stark. 

“You skipped dinner two days in a row, doll.”

You were frowning but it wasn’t like he was focused on you anyways, “But I did better after that,” You whined.

“I know, baby, you can try again next week.”

“Maybe if you were here then I wouldn’t have missed it,” You whispered, playing with your fingernails, “But I’m stuck here and you get to go out and have your fun.”

“Have my fun?” He questioned, buttoning up his jacket. 

“You get home so late … I’m sure you go to your clubs, booze it up and talk to girls.”

He chuckled a bit, “You think I’m flirting with other women?”

“I don’t think, I know,” You leaned against the doorway, “You’re a guy, aren’t you? That’s what you do.”

He finally turned to you, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was as handsome as ever, like a movie star, “Doll, my days are long because I’m traveling from here to the city every day. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you. There isn’t and never will be anyone who I’d rather do that with.” 

As he came closer, you knew he was going to lift you into his arms. Ever since he took you from the club and you sobbed into his shoulders, you’d find solace in his arms. Even if his hands were causing your hurting, they still felt warm and loving, “You don’t mean that,” You whispered, muffled against his shoulder. 

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Take me with you,” You said and you felt him stiffen. 

“It’s not safe,” He tried to explain. 

“Are you embarrassed by me?” 

“No, no,” He rushed out, carrying you out of the closet and into the bedroom. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because of what I do, what I used to do-”

“No, Y/N. I’ve never felt that way,” His tone was more concerned that it ever had been before, “Look at me, please?”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head. You hated that you were feeling jealous or inadequate, “You took care of yourself all these years and I know you still can,” He continued, “Let me protect you now.”

“I’m not a baby.”

Steve could sense the small bit of pride still left in you and decided not to push you on it anymore, “Could’ve fooled me,” Steve smiled slightly, bouncing you in his arms, “Let me tuck you in, grumpy.”

“The sun just set!” 

“It wasn’t actually a request,” He was already carrying you away. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” You resisted, “Can I sleep in here? I’ll go to sleep right away, I promise.”Steve stopped, thinking it over for a moment, “I like that the … sheets smell like you, Daddy,” You added, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t fully a lie but you had other motives for not wanting to go back to your room. For one, your room locked from the outside and his didn’t. Besides that, you were almost sure that one of your stuffed bears had a camera inside its eye. 

Steve tucked you into his california king-sized bed that night and watched you fall asleep until it was time for him to go. You felt the kiss he pressed to your forehead and, for a brief moment, you thought about changing your plans. 

That feeling didn’t last long. 

+

For such an expensive car, you thought your ride would be a lot smoother and much more comfortable. Turns out, hiding in any trunk, no matter how luxurious, behind big boxes of unknown items, was not a pleasant experience. An hour into the drive, you finally decided that you’d had enough and you needed to get the feeling back into your limbs. Besides that, you needed to check and make sure that your hair and makeup stayed in place. 

When you climbed over the seat from the trunk to the backseat, the car instantly swerved before the driver corrected its path, “Y/N, holy shit!” Peter shouted, obviously frightened out of his mind but you were focused on making sure all the layers of your dress made it safely back into their places, “What the fuck? What the actual fuck?”

“Oh, calm down,” You said, looking at him through the rearview, “Just keep driving.”

“Are you out of your mind? If Steve sees you he’s going flip his shit!” 

“Peter, you okay in there, kid?” You heard Bucky’s staticky voice over Peter’s radio. The younger man picked it up and answered, his eyes still focused on you. 

You placed a finger over your lips and Peter gave you a death stare, “Yeah, I’m fine … I thought I saw a squirrel.”

A caravan of three cars surrounded Steve’s car as they all drove down this dark, winding road that you assumed would lead to Tony Stark’s mansion, “Did you not comprehend a single word I said?” Peter shouted, “Do you want me to get killed?”

“This is my problem,” You said, “Steve will know that you had nothing to do with it, I promise. But tonight is going to go super well so it won’t even matter. Steve is going to see me and realize he’s crazy not to show me off and then we’re going to go to the party and I’m going to charm everyone with my personality which is going to make him a ton of friends and even more money. Everyone wins.”

Peter was shaking his head the entire time as he listened to your rambling,  “Y/N, I understand that you want to be more to Steve and you don’t want to be in the dark but this isn’t the way! This isn’t some charity event or some art gala, these are dangerous people.”

“But Tony Stark-”

“Is as dirty as it gets,” Your heart began to race a bit, “And Steve cannot just let everyone know his biggest weakness, even if they are his allies.”

His biggest weakness. 

Suddenly, your mind was racing with thoughts of moments with Steve. Meeting him, going on your first dates, the hotel meetings, and the passionate kisses that always left you feeling like he felt more about you than he admitted. You never saw yourself as his weakness. 

I want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. 

When you snapped out of your trance, Peter had his walkie-talkie pressed to his chin, “Guys, uhm, we have a stowaway,” You slumped back in your seat, and when the car eventually came to a stop, you wished you were still tucked away in Steve’s bed. You think Peter was calling your name, probably apologizing and telling you how he had to follow orders but, honestly, you had tuned him out, “I-I don’t know …. I thought I checked everything …”

Your dress was adorable too, covered in pastels, while still remaining elegant. You imagined Steve's heart with flutter at the sight of you, instead, he was fuming. He was always so stoic, so full of composure, that the change frightened you. He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you from the backseat, and slamming the door shut. Pressed against the car, you looked into those blue-green eyes that were anything except nice. 

“I didn’t mean to for all this,” Was all you could muster up the courage to say, “I just wanted to come with you-”

He shushed you before you got your words out, “We’ll talk about it later.”

You wished he would just yell at you now. He could bend you over right now and you’d prefer that over his silence and the obvious disappointment in his tone, “Later? But-” He pulled you away from the car and you stumbled in your heels as he pulled you along the dark road. 

He brought you towards the last car in the caravan and Sam stepped out from behind it, closing the trunk, before handing something shiny to Steve, “What are you doing?” You asked shakily, the cold wind of the night blowing your dress. 

“Turn around, face the car,” He ordered you and you feared whatever punishment you were about to receive would be worse if you disobeyed him. Slowly, you turned around and he wasted no time grabbing your wrist. You heard the metal click of handcuffs as they tightened around your wrist. You felt his strong hands on your waist and, as he lifted your dress, you assumed the worst. Your panties slipped down and as Steve lowered himself with them. 

“Steve, please talk to me?”

To your surprise, as you stepped out of your underwear, you felt the click of metal around your ankles. When he stood back up, he grabbed your arm again, pulling you back so you were pressed against his chest, “Daddy will deal with you later,” His breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, “Don’t worry, doll … open your mouth.”

“If you just let me explain-”

You weren’t sure why you even wanted to. He left your brain scrambled and wondering why you even did the things that you did. 

“I won’t ask you again.”

Your lips parted and you realized he was forcing your panties into your mouth. The next thing that you knew, you were lying in the back seat of that car, your wrist hogtied to your ankles. And you thought sitting in the trunk would be uncomfortable. You were struggling and calling out for him and, as you expected, you were ignored. 

“Get her back as fast as you can. I’ll keep things short with Stark,” Were the last words you heard before the door shut close and all your screaming was muffled. 

+

You weren’t sure at which point you’d fallen asleep. As you laid there tied up, you thought a lot about him since there was nothing else to think about. You weren’t sure how he could love you and be so cruel at the same time.  

That next morning, you awoke to sore limbs and makeup staining your pillow. Even though the car ride back was hell, you knew your punishment wasn’t over. You debated even getting out of bed, knowing what was to come. 

You finally mustered the energy to clean yourself up, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. When you stepped back into your room, you were taken aback by what was sitting in the middle of your room. A giant, life-size brown bear was happily perched before your bed, holding balloons and a Tiffany’s gift bag. 

It was exactly the opposite of what you were expecting today. You approached it cautiously, decided to sit and open up the present. You handled the bag carefully, finding an elegant white card sitting inside. 

For my favorite girl on her birthday.

Love, Daddy. 

You sighed, knowing he probably picked all of this out before you betrayed him and probably ruined any sort of trust he had between you. You hadn’t even realized it was your birthday which was probably due to the fact that you had no phone or any contact with the outside world. There was also a jewelry box inside, a gorgeous, rose-gold tennis bracelet inside. 

As you snapped it around your wrist, covering your bruises, you promised not to ask how much it cost. It would probably make you feel even worse about yesterday. 

You finished getting dressed, deciding to head downstairs for breakfast. You found Steve sitting at a table out by the pool, reading through a newspaper like a grandpa. It seemed like he was expecting you because there were pancakes and eggs waiting on the table, “Morning,” You greeted awkwardly. 

“Good morning, doll. Happy Birthday,” He responded, his eyes still focused on the newspaper. 

“Thanks,” Taking a seat in front of him, you instantly moved to grab the syrup, but the rings on his finger caught your attention. Below, you could see his knuckles were red and purple, bruised like he’d been punching something … or someone. “Your hands …” 

He folded his newspaper, taking a look at them himself. It didn’t seem to faze him as he folded them on his stomach, leaning back in his chair, “Your wrist,” He changed the subject and you wondered if he was amused by the fear in your eyes, “Do you like my gift?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful, I love it … thank you,” Your mind was elsewhere, “What happened to your hands? Is that from last night?”

“Last night is a blur. I was so angry after your little stunt, I had to have a few drinks to even get through the rest of the night.”

“Really?” You tried to hold in your scoff, “You seem very chipper today.”

“Only because I get to see your beautiful face,” He countered, smirking. 

Your eyes narrowed at him, “What did you do?”

“That’s a broad question-”

“Did you hurt him?”

“Him?” Steve raised an eyebrow, “You mean Peter? I thought about it … I’m still thinking about it actually. If he was smarter, yesterday would have never happened but you must’ve been pretty convincing. Poor kid, he probably thought you liked him.”

“None of it was his fault! I-I was just being stupid, I was using him and he was just trying to be a good guy. Steve, please.”

“If I did, you would probably start to actually listen. You’d never try one of those crazy stunts ever again-”

“I will listen! No more stunts, I’ll be an angel from now on,” You stood up from your chair, moving around the table, “I know you’re just trying to protect me. Peter tried to tell me that and I should’ve listened.” You grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly. 

“That’s all I want,” He added sincerely and you nodded. 

“I’ll pinky promise,” With your other hand, you held out your pinky. You thought Peter would be your way out but, here you were, begging to stay in order to keep him alive. Your pinkies wrapped around each other and you climbed into his lap. You kissed the sides of his mouth before kissing his lips. 

“Soon, we’ll take a trip together, I know you’re itching to get away.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You kissed his lips again, “Your hands … what actually happened?”

“Punching bag,” He easily explained although you were expecting a tale of horror. Holding his hand, you brought his fist to your lips, kissing them gently, “That probably wouldn’t have happened a year ago … I think you make me more gentle.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think? Turning a beast into a prince.”

“For some reason, I have faith in you.”

+

“Peter!” You perked up as soon as he entered the living room, not realizing how grateful to see that he was still in one piece. Sam, Bucky, and Steve seemed to exchange confused glances from their places on the couch. 

Peter seemed baffled as well, “Am I in trouble or something?”

“No, we’re about to watch Coco. Wanna join?”

“There’s popcorn,” Sam added, stuffing his face.

“And cookies,” Bucky chimed in. 

Peter smiled, unsure, as he looked to Steve for permission, “Join us, son.”

“Awesome,” Peter clapped, making his way over to the couch, “This one always makes me cry.”

“Y/N, I thought you said this one wasn’t sad,” Bucky eyed you. You shrugged, snuggling yourself further into Steve’s side. You tried to hide a mischievous smile and act like you weren’t hoping to see three grown men tear up from a Disney movie. 

“Okay, press play,” You tapped Steve’s chest and he raised the remote. 

“Wait,” Steve paused, “Are all three of your nails painted?”

+

i’m thinking maybe i’ll make a christmas themed part 3, we shall see :)

[you-did-well-moon]

Day6 Reaction to s/o learning their instrument while they're away

Type: Fluff, angst in Dowoon dont know what happened wasnt me

Word Count: 2.865

A/n: I took some creative freedom with why they were away but that is it. Keep in mind, I have no experience with instrument except for when I played the piano in 5th grade for like two weeks. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! - Moon

TW: small cuts, fight, second hand embarrassment

Sungjin

Sungjin was absolutely and devastatingly exhausted. His own guitar case felt like it was weighing him down tremendously, and he had a huge headache. Jae and Wonpil arguing in the back of the car was not helping in any way. It has been going on since they left the airport. He rubbed at his temples tiredly pressing his head against the cool window from his place in the passenger seat next to their manager. 

Still, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he thought about seeing you, probably curled up in the couch cheeks puffed from the snack you were inhaling. The pounding in his head lightened at the cute sight he would soon get to enjoy as he played with the loose threads of his old button up shirt. 

True to Sungjin’s imagination, your form was sitting on the couch. Not true to his imagination, you were actually bent over something in your lap, lightly humming and bopping your head to the rhythm being produced by your still clumsy fingers. The guitar in your lap had gotten lighter as the days went by without your boyfriend, and in replacement of his touch, leaving your fingertips warm and tingling, it was small cuts you hadn’t bothered to bandage as it disrupted you when playing.

 You missed Sungjin an abnormal amount. The cold spot in the bed or him making weird faces at you through the mirror in the mirror when brushing your teeth. You missed all of it. With a slight tremble in your chest you started playing the chorus to “You Were beautiful”.

You were so focused on trying to get it right you didn’t notice the door closing only to startle when you slightly looked up through your lidded eyes seeing the shadow looming over the coffee table. With a small yelp of surprise you jumped immediately looking up only to find your boyfriend staring at you with wide eyes. 

His surprised expression made you shrink into yourself. You threw your head into your hands in pure embarrassment letting the guitar gently slide off your lap, hitting the floor with a soft thump. “Can you just pretend you didn’t see that I can’t believe I even tried learning all that by myself I” you cut yourself off with an un-pleased sigh shaking your head and looking at him with pleading eyes. 

Your boyfriend continued in his frozen state for about five seconds before breaking out in the biggest smile rushing around the coffee table in which you panicked trying to get away from him with a squeal, but being too slow im the excitement that was usually in a much dormant state in Sungjin. The wrinkles near the corner of his eyes deepened adoringly, and his chest shook with soft laughter while he held you close. 

There was a fond twinkle in his eye as Sungjin forgot any tiredness that clung to his bones and kissed the tips of your fingertips while maintaining eye contact. He kept your hands encased in his when scolding you for having such low faith in yourself and softly encouraging you. He would probably put little stitch band-aids on your fingertips and continue teaching you, sitting you on his lap and scolding you when you lose focus with a sharp poke at your ribs smiling when you giggled. This man just fell impossibly more in love with you.

“You shouldn’t say those things, look at you love, learning all alone and doing so well. I'm so proud. Would you rather have the elmo band-aids or the stitch band-aids… I don’t know about you but Elmo kinda creeps me out. Just five more minutes little love then you can go mug Young k with Dowoon. Don’t look at me like that! You finally have a teacher and you take him for granted. The audacity-”

Jae

Jae was a thin hair away from just ripping his hair out. He didn’t believe the kpop industry would take very kindly to him going bald, but he had come to a point where he didn’t really care about what people thought anymore. But thinking about you not being able to play with his hair anymore while he drifted off to sleep with his head on your chest severely upset him.

 Jae had gotten stuck in another limbo, stuck in the studio and in his own head desperately trying to finish any of the unfinished songs left in his computer files. He missed you so much, he eventually called it quits, deciding to go home to you, who he hadn’t seen in days.

Just the thought about seeing you energized his previously exhausted self. He never could get sick of you. Every day, every week was a new adventure, a new chapter, all with his favorite person in the world. The night sky, although beautiful, seemed to mock him, reminding him of how late it was, meaning you were most probably asleep. 

Opening the door to his apartment, he heard soft music. He briefly recognized “I Need Somebody”, and thought you were playing it from your phone. All his thoughts came to a halting stop when he saw you perched on the bed, in his shirt, playing the melody of the previously mentioned song.

You had hair falling into your eyes with your eyebrows slightly scrunched trying not to mess up and heavily focused. Jae had loudly yelled in surprise, causing you to flinch and look up shocked at the sudden surprise. When you saw it was just him, you had comically thrown your hands in the air yelling at him about how it was supposed to be a surprise. 

The irritated look on your face vanished as you went up to give him a light hug with a kiss, softly smiling at him. Meanwhile Jae, was completely out of it, lovestruck eyes while he instinctively returned your affection.

“Come Jae, you look like you haven’t slept in ages, your eyes are so sunken babe”, you had softly whispered to him, rubbing the soft skin under his eyes, the way you were always soft with him when he came back from the studio. You slept in the same bed for the first time in what had been days, Jae tightly clutching on to you.

 He may have not been completely there at the moment, but in the morning when he had time to process everything, he was a changed man. He wouldn’t stop laughing and giggling excitedly, eagerly wanting to hear everything you had learnt. He even poked fun at you when you made a mistake. But it was all lovingly as he also praised you non stop while looking at you with his messy hair and big smile next to you on the couch. He had so much inspiration now. To finish what had been left behind.

“Pop off queen who gave you this much talent, you couldn’t even tell me what bass was last time we talked, which was like a week ago. Might just make you play when I don’t feel like playing. Give you a wig and people won’t know the difference! Why are you booing me, I'm right?”

Young K

Young K’s foot tapping on the floor of the car was the only sound that filled the car aside from the soft sound of the car’s engine and tires. He was absolutely spent, having to have stayed in a different city for a show he was invited to that was filmed far away from his home. 

Far away from you. Young K could tell his manager was starting to get irritated, but Young K was already massively annoyed and too far in his own world to really care. He missed the pine scent of his sheets, and he missed you.

It was not a good combination. When he got to his place he quietly thanked the manager,  getting his bag before trying to ignore every urge telling him to run into the building and fall into his soft bed with you in his arms. When he opened the door, your keys were there, so he knew you were in the building. That thought filled him with more relief than it should have. 

He did have to admit, hearing “I smile” this early in the day was odd as you usually saved the more mellow songs for later in the night. Young K told himself he had many euphoric moments in his life, but seeing you staring at a sheet of paper with so much determination and a bass guitar in your arms came pretty close to the top.

The absolute warmth that exploded in his chest was a feeling he would not forget in a long time. He could feel his lips slightly curl up in fondness as your hands shook while your eyes wavered unsurely between your hands on the strings and the video on your laptop sitting further on the edge of the bed. Your face scrunched up before you sighed and stared dejectedly at the instrument on your lap. 

“Why so sad love?" His voice made you instantly sit up, pushing the instrument gently off your lap. You crawled to the edge of the bed where Young K had already gotten closer where he met you tenderly running his hand through your hair, and he curved his hand around the back of your head bringing your forehead to his abdomen.

He brushed his thumb over where your hairline met the sensitive skin of the back of your neck immensely enjoying being back at your side. Your hands were clutching the back of his shirt, and your simple touch brought a warm feeling to his chest. You both leaned back as Young K’s chest started to rumble with laughter “You should have waited for me, it would have been easier if I could teach you”, he softly said, pushing your hair back from your face causing you to lightly laugh.

 “I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t get that far anyways. Can’t become a prodigy in one day I guess”. Young K smiled again, promising to himself to help you as much as he could as he put his hand fondly on top of your head.

“You’re doing so good, just move your finger up a little, you’re plucking the c chord instead of the e chord during the chorus, don’t look at me like that i’m trying to help?! I wouldn’t put you on my level, but I think you’re doing really well. I’m hungry now, what do you want? No- What do you want? I am okay with anything just tell me-”

Wonpil

Wonpil was trying his hardest not to think about you. From the way you got excited when you got to see the moon in the cloudy sky to the way you smiled when you saw the neighbor’s cat while getting the mail. 

He was happy to be on a trip with her sister, he hadn’t had much time to be with her in recent, well forever really. While you had been invited, you hadn’t been able to attend due to work. Wonpil did his best to keep his mind off you and enjoy the trip, he just hadn’t spent this long without you in a while. 

Even so, he still had a fun time with his sister and her boyfriend creating many memories. He didn’t regret it, but he was extremely happy to come back to you. Opening the door to your apartment, he dropped his suitcase by the door, an excited smile tugging at his lips as he traveled through the apartment with his arms spread knowing you would embrace him as soon as you saw him. He felt so giddy, he didn’t even notice the broken keyboard sounds ringing throughout the living space.

His smile fell in a comical way, his face morphing into one of confusion instead. He recognized a broken rendition of “Mary had a little Lamb”, and tilted his head as he opened the door to your room seeing you with really big headphones on your head staring down at the keyboard with the most offended look on your face.

 How dare this keyboard not give you its secrets! Wonpil couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his chest, not mocking you, but he just thought you were so cute. He lightly touched your shoulder causing you to jump, and the slight movement of your head caused the headphones to slide off your head. It didn’t matter much. You instantly dove into his arms, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He felt warmth flood his chest as his hand encased the back of your head while he pressed his lips to the top, closing his eyes in bliss enjoying having you in his arms again. He leaned back from the brace as his eyes flashed with amusement and yours with slight embarrassment. He lightly laughed, eyes crinkling. He cradled your face in his hands, a teasing lilt to his voice, “What were you trying to do, hmm?” He could feel your face grow hot under his finger tips.

 “I was just trying to surprise you. I felt bad for not being able to go with you”. He shook his head, hands playfully pinching your cheeks as you whined. “You shouldn’t act that way, I understood from the beginning. It must have been hard for you. Here, come, your lovely boyfriend will make this easier for you”.

“Y/n the keys will not bite prEsS dOWn, no, no keyboards do not have to be oiled, this is a musical instrument not a mechanical vehicle. You are so cute. What am I gonna do with you? No, you can not play the keyboard with your forehead, DO NOT put your foot on the keys. I don’t care if it’s for the vine. 

Dowoon

Dowoon was beating himself up. Looking back at what happened a few hours ago made his chest tight. He couldn’t help but wince at the words both of you had thrown at each other. You had been with each other for so long, and when his lovely mother asked him when he would propose, although with good intentions, it put pressure on him.

 He was still young. He had mentioned it to you in a joking manner, but there was a misunderstanding and you thought he was blowing it off as he didn’t see a future with you. 

Somehow feelings were hurt, and the fight escalated. And Dowoon decided he was a coward because it was when you had started stuttering through your words and avoiding eye contact, he knew. He knew he had pushed you across a line that might not be able to be crossed again. 

He panicked. He was really good at doing that wasn’t he? He left. He took a bus and went to the nearest hotel he could find. There he was sitting on the edge of the too perfectly made bed with his head in his hands.

Had he just ruined his precious relationship because he was scared of what the future could or could not hold? Why did he have to run away? Why couldn’t he just stay? Most importantly, how badly had he hurt you?

 With a sigh he stood up, and he got on the bus back to your apartment. Staring at the door, the fact you were just on the other side and hurting is what pushed him to open it with the key you had given him. Opening the door, he was met with silence and darkness. Have you already gone? He walked through the apartment, hope dwindling with every step. 

Then he heard a soft thump thump thump. His heart seemed to match with it, and as he walked to his studio which held his spare drum set, he thought of what he could say to make it better. Opening the door, he saw you softly hitting the drum with one stick, as if testing the waters and humming along to “When you Love Someone”. Dowoon couldn’t fight the sad smile that broke out on his face, and the absolute warmth that filled his chest. 

Why did he ever even doubt your future with him? There was no person more perfect for him than you. He stood next to you, softly taking your hand in his and guiding your hand to the right beat, although a bit broken. When your sad eyes looked up into his, forgiving in nature but still frustrated beyond belief, he knew he could still fix things. You were you, and Dowoon was Dowoon. You always somehow found your way back to each other.  

“No no, put your hands higher on the stick, no lower, now higher...a bit lower. No, Y/n drum sticks do not belong in my throat. What do you mean I have no room to talk, I thought we were over the fight. I would marry you in this life and the next! Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cute, I am handsome and overflowing with testosterone. Oooh are those gummies?