#anyway if you like r&m please and are a regular person please talk to me

[maro-mellow]

Being in the Rick and morty fandom is a dangerous game to play, you’ve either got creepy reddit dudes or creepy tumblr/twitter shippers, everytime i open a rick and morty related page i beg the gods that it’s normal

[leviskitten]

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ♡

Bruno Bucciarati x reader(gn)

Warnings: general nsfw themes, nothing dark so dw.

A/n: and anotha one, but this time it’s my baby boy bruno 🥰🥰 (ps. I have a one-shot of him coming up soon but for now enjoy this).

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♡彡 A = Aftercare : What are they like after sex?

• Ok but hear me out, he’s the KING of aftercare and you cannot convince me otherwise.

He would run you a bath, and bathe you as well (unless you don’t want him to, in that case he’ll give you your space). Then he’d gently cuddle with you in his probably way too big bed and caress you until you fall sleep. Or would bring you some water and snacks so you don’t go to bed with an empty stomach 🥺

♡彡 B = Body : What’s their favorite body part of theirs? And yours?

• He likes his legs probably. I headcannon that he has ~gorgeous legs, so he probably likes them a lot.

On you, he doesn’t really have a favorite body part. I feel like he’d be the type of guy to love you as a whole, and doesn’t really notice details like that. But if you really want an answer, then I guess it’ll be your hands or something like that.

♡彡 C = Cum : Anything to do with cum basically.

• Idk why, but I feel like he cums a lot. Like, he shoots massive loads each time he cums. Which would probably be the main reason of why he’s not a big fan of cumming more than twice. And it would also be reason why he insists on cumming on you a lot of times.

Now don’t get me wrong, he loves the feeling of cumming in you and filling you up to the brim. But there’s just something in seeing you covered in his massive loads that just makes him go all fuzzy and 🥰🥰

♡彡 D = Dirty Secret : Share a dirty secret of theirs.

• He really wants to have a threesome with you and Abbachio.

He thought of it once randomly and now the scenario just keeps floating in his mind ever since. And he has a hard time trying not to stare everytime you and Abbachio interact.

Just the thought of you messy with his lipstick while both of them fuck you relentlessly makes him feel lightheaded.

♡彡 E = Experience : How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

• He probably had a little bit of prior experience, however it doesn’t really matter, because he knows what he likes and how to get it (while giving you what you want as well of course). So he definitely knows what he’s doing, don’t worry about it.

♡彡 F = Favorite Position : Self explanatory

• Not to be basic, but probably missionary or mating press.

I feel like he’s more of a soft service dom (who would sub or turn into a hard dom if asked), and a little bit of a classic romantic, so he probably likes to go at it soft and slow, for which missionary and mating press are prefect for.

♡彡 G = Goofy : How serious are they during the moment? Do they like to joke around?

• He’s probably really serious and focused on the moment, however if you laugh or joke at something and he finds it funny too, he would laugh, tho he’ll try to brush it off and go back at it again smh.

♡彡 H = Hair : How well groomed are they? Does the carpet matches the drapes?

• Oh he’s extremely well groomed down there, and everywhere else really.

Either completely shaved, or well trimmed, and would never EVER smell bad. He likes to take care of himself, so you would never catch this man slippin when it comes to that. (And yes ofc the carpet matches the drapes he has black hair lol).

♡彡 I = Intimacy : How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

• Oh he loooves to be really intimate. Calling you sweet italian nicknames, praising you on how good you feel/how good you respond to him, kissing you constantly, grabbing your hands, etc.

And yes, he does tells you he loves you right after you both cum. It’s almost mandatory.

♡彡 J = Jack off : Masturbation headcannon.

• He doesn’t masturbate that often, but when he does, he likes to do it in the shower. Mainly so he can feel extra relaxed once he comes out of it.

♡彡 K = Kink : One or more of their kinks

• He’s fairly kinky, surprisingly, though he has a soft approach with them. Anyways, here’s a little list:

— Choking, finger sucking, praise (for both ways please 🥺), hair tugging (on him), spit (will spit on your mouth, no questions asked), anything to do with mirrors (main reason why he has a giant mirror somewhere in his room), LINGERIE (on both you and himself), edging maybe, cum play, pet play, and biting.

♡彡 L = Location : Favorite place to do it.

• Either his room, or his office. Probably his room the most, he likes the privacy and intimacy of it. However he can’t deny that the thrill of getting caught in his office is kinda hot.

♡彡 M = Motivation : What turns them on/keep them going?

• Knowing that you’re enjoying it too.

I feel like he’s a very giving person, so there’s nothing better for him than to know that you’re feeling as good as him, specially knowing that it’s him who’s making you feel like this.

Praise him and tell him that he’s doing amazing please 🥺🥺

♡彡 N = No : Something that they wouldn’t do/turn off’s

• Probably anything extremely rough, like impact play or heavy heavy degradation.

He already sees enough violence on the daily, there’s no need to bring it into the bedroom too.

♡彡 O = Oral : Preference on giving/receiving, skill, etc.

• Again, he’s a soft/service dom. Which means that he can and will eat you out as much as he likes only to make you feel good/show his appreciation.

However he does enjoy the blowjobs from under his desk while he works a little bit too much.

♡彡 P = Pace : Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc

• He likes to go at it slow and steady most of the time. Peppering you with kisses and whispering sweet stuff on your ear while he does it.

But he would speed it up or go a little bit more rough if you want him to. All you gotta do is ask~

♡彡 Q = Quickie : Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.

• Not a big fan tbh.

He likes to take his time with you, so unless it’s a quick blowjob under his desk or something similar then don’t even bother to bring it up (mainly because he would tease you gently and make you wait until you both have enough time to actually do something about it).

♡彡 R = Risk : Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.

• He’s willing to take a few risks, if he thinks the cause for them is good enough. And he’s pretty open to experiment new stuff, as long as it’s not something extremely violent or rough.

♡彡 S = Stamina : How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

• To be honest, he can go for as many rounds as you want him to. Like I said earlier, he likes to take his time with you, so naturally, he does have the stamina to be able to do that lol.

♡彡 T = Toys : Do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or his partner?

• He owns a few toys, but mainly to use them on you. Like a couple of different vibrators, or buttplugs, etc. Though if you want to use them on him then he wouldn’t necessarily complain lol.

♡彡 U = Unfair : How much do they like to tease?

• Look, he might be soft and all. But this mf will tease the hell out of you when he’s bored.

I’m talking about secretly touching you under the table during a meeting, whispering dirty stuff on your ear as he passes by, taking you to a secret corner while you guys are doing something important just to have a little make out session and touch you just to leave you hanging. And stuff like that.

♡彡 V = Volume : How loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.

• He’s not that loud, but he does make a lot of pretty sounds.

Grunts and deep moans while he fucks you, also panting. Will moan while giving you head, or while kissing. And the only time when you’ll get to see him whiny and flustered is when you give him a blowjob, idk why.

♡彡 W = Wild card : A random headcannon for the character.

• At some point of your relationship he will get you a matching lingerie set like the one he wears under his suit. And yes, he’ll make you wear it constantly, specially if he can see bits of it through your outfit. He thinks it’s cute lol.

♡彡 X = X-Ray : Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

• His dick is a little darker than the rest of his body, like, it’s tanned almost. And he’s cut, for sure. Probably average length, but it’s more on the thicker side, and it’s quite veiny tbh.

♡彡 Y = Yearning : How high it their sex drive?

• Meh, it’s pretty regular. He’s not that much of a horny bastard, but he still likes to do it once a week or something just because he can (and if you’re up for it of course).

♡彡 Z = Zzz : How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards.

• He does get a little more sleepy after it, but he doesn’t fall asleep that quickly. Which is why he mainly likes to make sure you’re doing alright afterwards and just treat you some more.

[little-diable]

Fluff Alphabet - Jasper Hale

Request by anon: May I request a Jasper hale fluff alphabet please and thank you ☺️ 🥰💖

Took this from @pimaginecollection, enjoy my loves. xxx

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Jasper would take (y/n) on many trips, either on a hike, or even up to the mountains for a weekend. It honestly wouldn’t really matter to him, what they were up to, as long as he’d be able to spend some quality time with her, he’d be happy with snuggling her on the sofa, while they would be watching some old classic movies. 

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

I doubt, that there’d be anything Jasper wouldn’t find beautiful about (y/n), he’d think that she’d be beautiful inside and out.  

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Thanks to his gift, Jasper would know from the get go, if something was wrong with (y/n), she wouldn’t even have to voice it out, something she’d be very grateful for. Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles would be the name of the game, he’d wrap his arms around her, her head would be buried in the crook of his neck, while he’d tell her to take deep breaths. 

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

It would obvious to the both of them, that he’d turn her at one point, so that they’d be able to spend eternity side by side. Jasper would see themselves travel the world together, exploring new places and cultures, at one point he’d take her to Houston and show her where he grew up. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Major Jasper Whitlock. Don’t think we need to say anything else about this, do we? 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Fighting wouldn’t be a regular part of their daily lives, Jasper wouldn’t be one to lash out on her, he’d feel guilty as soon as he’d notice the way she’d turn her back on him, trying to swallow down the wave of sadness that was crashing upon her. They’d only fight, if Jasper or (y/n) would be worried about each other, too into their heads to think straight any longer.  

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Oh, Jasper would be the most grateful partner ever, he’d appreciate every little thing about her and the way she was caring for him, no matter how, no matter what, (y/n) would always have his back, something he’d never forget. 

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

No, absolutely no secrets. Jasper would value honesty, just like (y/n), there wouldn’t be a way to hide stuff from each other anyways, Edward wouldn’t be able to drown out their thoughts and would speak out at one point. 

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

She’d inspire him, to become a better version of him. To talk about his past, knowing all about the cruel things he did, trying to make him understand, that what he did was wrong and there was no way to forget about it. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He wouldn’t get jealous, but he’d definitely get possessive relatively quickly, reminding her once again, who she belongs to. 

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Ohhh, let me tell you, Jasper would be an exceptionally good kisser. (Y/n) would be ‘addicted’ to his lips, trying to sneak in a good amount of kisses every hour. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I’d say, it would be pretty obvious for Jasper from the start, that she was the one, after all he would have to realize the signs, that she would be his mate. He would take her on a few dates and would try and make her understand the concept of mates, it would probably take (y/n) a while to understand it. 

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes they definitely do, after all they belong to the Cullen clan, Alice would go all out for their wedding, just as big and wonderful as Bella and Edwards had been. He would take her on a trip, to one of her favorite spots, they would probably stargaze and Jasper would prepare a long monologue about the fact, that he won’t be able to survive, without her by his side. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Darlin’ 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He’d shower her with love and affection, maybe not so much in the public eye, but definitely behind closed doors or at home. They’d hold hand in school and share a few kisses, but as soon as they’d be on their own, it would be a different story. It would be pretty obvious to their friends and family, so there was no reason to hide their feelings anyways. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Jasper wouldn’t be one to brag, of course he’d be proud to have her as his mate and wouldn’t have a problem with kissing her in front of other people, but he wouldn’t go all out in public. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

I mean he’s a vampire, he’s got a special gift, I think that helps a lot. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He definitely would be creative, he’d think about date ideas, trying to surprise her with new stuff every time, he’d love to watch her eyes light up as she’d kiss him and thank him for taking her there. Jasper would be pretty romantic, he’d take his time in making her happy, he’d put his heart into making things work.  

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Oh yes, he’d be supportive, would have her back no matter what and help her through every decision. There wouldn’t be a thing he wouldn’t support, when it came to achieving her goals. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Oh Major Jasper Hale would definitely be up to try out new things. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

This is pretty self explanatory, thanks to his gift. He’d know her like the back of his hand, would be able read her all the time and help her through her sometimes confusing thoughts. 

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

She’d be the most important thing to Jasper, he’d give up anything for her, they would be mates after all, something that goes way beyond a typical relationship. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’d always carry her favorite snacks with him, or at least bunk them in his car, if she’d ever feel down or cranky, he could at least take her mind off things, for a good few moments. 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes, he’d be a soft boy behind closed doors, would love to cuddle her, he’d be the big spoon, kiss her all the time, just to feel the warmth, that would be taking over her body. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He’d try to avoid situations, where they’d be apart from each other for a long time, but if he’d be away for a few days, they’d talk on the phone every day, he’d snap her a few pictures and tell her how much he loves and appreciates her. 

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

There wouldn’t be anything he wouldn’t do for her, no matter what, Jasper would go through hell and back for her. He’d probably even leave his family behind, if he really had to, in order to save his mate. 

[lovenhlboys]

From a Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)

Chapter 4

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A/N: hello there!!! here is the next chapter, I'm so so sorry it took me so long, I was sick for 5 days and no feeling unmotivated, but I hope the others will not take nearly as long!! I really hope you like it and please LMK what you think!! And as always, thank you to my babe Ash ( @imagines-r-s ) for helping me with literally everything🥰💕💕

change in POV is signalized by:

Y/N= regular ELIAS= italics

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Warnings: lots of cursing, specifically excessive use of the word "ass", mentions of iCarly , I think thats it, if you think I missed a warning please inform me!!!

Summary: Brocks plan continues... more stuff happens

Word Count: 2.82k

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There was an awkward pause where, to you, it looked like Elias was thinking really hard about something.

“...wait,” he finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“Okay, like a few weeks ago, we were in the hotel room and, you were upset with Marky because of the whole Gabe Landeskog thing,” he started.

You thought for a second and- oh, “Oh...shit. No. No, no Elias, I'm not having this conversation right now,” you knew exactly what he was talking about since that exact moment had caused about 3 panic attacks in the past month.

“You don't even know what I’m going to say,” he said with a little laugh at how you were reacting.

“Oh yes, I do.”

“Ok, Y/N wait just sit down.”

“BROCK,” you ignored him and got up, shouting at the door that you entered in about, hmm, yep, 5 years ago.

“Y/N,” he seemed like he wanted to talk when you really, truly did not.

“BROCK BOESER OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT FUCKING NOW,” you continued shouting at that damned door.

“Y/N...please,” he sounded sweet and calm. Which kinda calmed you down slightly, so once you realized Brock wasn't going to open that door any time soon, you sat back down on the couch next to where Petey was sitting. You sat a little too close at first, both of you looking into each other's eyes. Your faces were roughly a foot away from each other, as you looked in his eyes, you thought you saw a glimmer of something, something you knew he was seeing in your eyes. You snapped yourself out of it and pulled away, scooching yourself back about a foot. Right then, Elias reached for you and placed his hand on your arm. “Y/N, just...sorry. I was just going to ask what Quinn meant that day when he said ‘you really have a thing for swedes, huh,’” he tried to mimic your other American friend, his impression made you laugh.

You groaned and put your forehead on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a second, taking in his scent. Then you pulled your head back and started to speak, “Yeah, about that. Um, so, yeah, that-that thing, uh,” you cleared your throat.

“Are you going to say anything or is it just ‘um, yeah, so, um?’”

“Shut up” you giggled “I just never thought I’d have to say this to you,” you covered your heated face with your hands.

“Well, I always thought he was talking about Marky, but apparently thats not true. I just didn’t know you knew many other swedes.”

“...yo-,” you sighed. He didn’t realize what Quinn was saying, “oh my god, my dumbass brother is rubbing off on you. Ok, name the other swedes I know.”

“Well there's Marky, Oscar, Loui, Alex, and uh, Brock said you knew uh, Partick Nemeth and Johnny Oduya when you interned in Dallas during college. Oh, and Brock had mentioned you had a crush on Klingberg at one point, right?”

“Yes, but, uh- oh my lord,” you took a deep breath and tried to make sure you didn’t blurt anything out like an idiot would do, “I think you’re missing one.”

“What? Well, Nilsson before he got traded. And Brock was here when the twins were still playing, right?”

“Ok, Elias, you’re missing one person, one fucking person,” you were starting to get frustrated.

“I dont think I understand…”

“Ok, if you were to make it on team Sweden for the winter Olympics, Marky, and Landeskog too, ok?”

“Yeah?”

“Ok, who on that team would know me?”

“Well considering I dont know who else would be on that team it’s hard to say, but me, mark and Gabe would.”

“Ok, perfect. So that list of Swedes earlier was missing…” you gestured for him to finish your sentence.

“Oh, I’m stupid, I forgot myself,” you nodded and waited for him to process, it took longer than one would’ve thought but that's beside the point. His eyes got wide and his face turned red. He didn’t speak, you knew he knew now, but he wasn’t saying anything.

Shit, fuck, it’s exactly what you were afraid of.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK??? How did this happen, Elias is so completely and utterly stunned. Y/N Y/M/N Boeser had an actual, real-life crush on him? (God he feels like he’s in middle school again, freaking out about a “crush”)Ok, he’s definitely dreaming, that's the only thing he can think right now because he didn’t think this was a possibility. That’s when he realized, he hadn’t said anything yet, he’d just been staring at her with what he could only assume was an idiotic expression. He took in her expression, she was staring at her lap, her eyes wide, she looked tense, like she needed a hug.

Elias grabbed her and pulled her into his body, she tightened her arms around his waist and tucked her head into his neck. He could feel her heart racing, or was that his? He squeezed her tighter, trying to stall the inevitable. What was he supposed to say? “Yeah, Y/N I’ve had a massive crush on you, even before I met you in person. I’m pretty sure I might just be in love with you, sorry I never said anything. Oh, also, I can’t be with you because your brother and all of our friends would murder me.” Elias knew he wasn’t the smartest, but he wasn’t that much of an idiot.

Just then Y/N pulled back from the hug, looking much happier than before, her eyes met him and they both smiled fondly, just then Elias realized just how close their faces were. Shit, he really wanted to, he could feel her breath and his eyes flickered down to her lips. He unknowingly swiped his tongue over his, and she did the same and bit her lip ever so slightly. His heart was racing, she must be able to hear it. He leans in the slightest bit, to test the waters. To his surprise, she leans in the rest of the way and their lips finally connect.

It’s even more amazing than he ever would have imagined. Every nerve in his body is firing. He grabs her neck and they move together, in unison, and it's almost as if they’ve done this a thousand times before. It feels so easy, so natural, so perfect. He is by every definition, elated. He truly can’t believe this is happening. As he comes back to reality, he feels her hands siding up to his chest, she groans slightly as her hands settle on his shoulders. He slides his tongue across her lips and he can feel her shiver in reaction. They break apart for the first time, both panting into each other’s space, Elias is smiling bigger than he ever has. Their dilated eyes meet, he’s sure she’s probably noticed his flushed skin, his more-than-pale complexion doing no favors to hide it. Elias looks down and notices her smiling. Thank God.

She pulls back suddenly and speaks, “uh, sorry I just- um, I know you didn’t want that.” she stands up, “I-um- I’ll just-”

He touches her arm, making sure not to grab it. He doesn’t want to be controlling. “Hey, who said anything about me not wanting that” he was still smiling and looking up at her fondly, “trust me Y/N, I wanted that. I’ve wanted that for a lot longer than what you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have supposed that I may also have a “crush” on you too.”

“Fredrik? Are you going soft on me?” she teased.

“Ok, one: what is with you and my middle name, and two: I don't know if ‘soft’ is ever a word I would use to describe how I feel about you” he smirks, trying to mess with her. Which works as her expression clearly shows, her eyes widen and she looks away from him.

“Elias shut up, you’re such a douche,” though she’s grinning a little.

“Um, I don't know if you know what douche is, but if you want help, if you opened a dictionary, I’m pretty sure it would have a picture of Thatcher Demko, and Troy Stecher,” she laughs, there it is: that damn laugh. “You have the best laugh,” he says while giggling himself.

She smiles and looks into his eyes, purely beautiful as always. “Ok, well I will have you know, I like to call this a cackle” She eventually sits down next to him on the couch again, they’re facing each other, fully enthralled in each other’s presence. “Uh, so I’m not one to say these things, I have actually built up a reputation to explicitly avoid these conversations, but” she starts, “but- uh- what does all of this mean exactly? I like you, you like me, we kissed, I mean there’s obviously something here and I just- I guess, I’m not opposed to seeing where this could go, but you know, you could feel differently and that's ok-”

“Woah” he cuts her off as he’s laughing, “You’re rambling nervously, which is making me even more nervous than I already was, ok?” he placed his hand on her shoulder, “but I do have to tell you something,” this is where Elias took a pause and thought about what he should say, which he now realizes is a mistake due to how long it takes him to make decisions. But anyway, he had to decide if to tell you the entirety of the story, or to keep it brief and hope it comes up later at some point.

“Elias”

“Ah, yes.” he emerges from his thoughts, “so first I want to say that I also would love to see where this can go. I likes you-uh- more than a lot. But, I really have to figure something out before I can even think about doing anything with you, I just don't want to screw it up.”

“More than a lot, huh Fredrik?” you think about what he said. The fact that he felt the need to preface what he said with the fact that he also likes you and also wants to see where this can go, truly made you feel better. It felt like he wanted to make sure you didn’t misunderstand him, and that he didn’t want to hurt you. And obviously, you couldn’t let him get away with saying something like “I likes you- uh- more than a lot,” you did grow up hanging out with basically a shit ton of hockey guys, so you couldn't just let that slide. Plus, it was so cute how he said ‘likes’, instead of like, due to his language barrier.

“Yes, Y/N, more than a lot.” he rolled his eyes, “but is that ok with you, that I have to wait?”

“Yeah, that's fine. I mean as long as it’s not like a year, then that's fine,” you say, giggling.

“Oh god no, geez, not that long I promise. Maybe a month at most, I promise,” you both sit and laugh for a minute. You truly didn’t think he liked you, even as a friend, let alone as more than.

“You’re not going to go back to ignoring me, are you?”

“No, we can be friends until I figure that out. And I assume the reason we’re in here is that Brock thought I didn’t likes you. I mean he had mentioned it to me a few times but I obviously didn’t tell him why so,” he looked nervous, but you could see him try thinking of a way to change that. “ but hey, since we’re going to be friends now, your idiot brother will be pleased, and maybe he won’t lock us in a room again,” That makes you chuckle. You noticed that when you laughed, you could see Elias’s face light up, just a little bit, “I mean, not that it went horribly this time” and of course that made you laugh harder, which made him smile bigger. Then his face shifted a little bit, he looked more serious, “But hey, speaking of Brock, could you maybe not tell him, what we talked about in here?”

“Well, no shit. I wouldn’t tell him about this kind of thing on any day of the week anyways. He gets so nosey,” he looked relieved and smiled.

“Ok, so seeing as how we probably have some time to kill…” he grabbed a remote off of the table next to the couch and pressed a button. Then from the seemingly inconspicuous piece of furniture, a tv rose.

Your face was shocked, “I’m sorry, has it always done that??” you say, confused.

“Yeah. Y/N, you work here, how did you not know that?”

“Well I had seen a TV in here before but I thought they like took it away or needed to fix it or something, I didn’t know we had a magic tv in here!!” Elias laughed. “Wait, you waited till now to turn on the TV. we could have been watching TV this whole time!?”

“Yeah but then you wouldn’t have condensed your feelings for me.”

“Um, it was a mutual confession, jackass.”

Elias was smiling at your sass, “so what do you want to watch?”

“I know exactly what to watch,” you grab the remote from his hand and navigate to iCarly on the TV.

“Perfect,'' he says with a fond smile, and you both relax on the couch and watch the old nickelodeon classic. At this point, you both are sitting far enough apart so you look more like friends, just to make sure that if someone comes in, they cant think otherwise.

You watch 2 episodes and you are in the middle of the third when brock comes in. you both are laughing at spencer trying to tell everyone that a 13-year-old boy, Chuck, is torturing him, when you are both startled, “well you two seem to be having fun.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Brock,” Elias mutters, obviously scared from the sudden arrival of the jack-ass that you are forced to love and call your brother.

“Well if it isn't the champion of ass-facery, congratulations on the medal bro.”

“Ok, before you yell at me and hit me and tell on me to mom, it looks like it worked,” he says, gesturing to the two of you on the couch.

“Yes, it worked, he no longer hates me, blah blah blah.”

“Hey, I never hated you.”

“Suuuuuure,” you say, and you give him a wink only he can see, “well, either way-”

“Also,” Brock interrupts, “you technically did it to me first.”

“In fucking high school.”

“Y/N/N, high school was only 5 years ago. And technically should have been like 3 years ago for you but you went and graduated early so checkmate.”

“I think he’s got you there,” Elias spoke up.

“Wow, thanks ‘new friend,’” you said sarcastically, feeling teamed upon.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me that you two are friends now” Brock was smiling like an idiot at this point.

“Ok, well as much as I'd love to stay, I have to go and meet Hog, he doesn’t like to go to the store alone.”

“Aww, poor, sweet baby,” you said with a frown, "Tell him I say hi.”

“Will do!”

“Bye Petey.”

“Bye champion of ass-facery,” Elias shouts back

You laughed at that as Elias exited the room, leaving just you and your brother there.

“So are you really mad at me Y/N/N?”

You sigh “no, I guess not. I’m just glad he doesn’t hate me like I thought. And also he’s absolutely hilarious.”

“Right!! He’s so funny, and I just wanted you guys to get along. You’re basically the two most important people in my life and I didn’t want you two to be like you were forever. And if you didn’t notice, you two are so similar!”

“Aww Mr sensitive, you’re so sweeeeeet.”

“You’re such an ass,” he said chuckling.

You pull out your phone and check the time, “well, it’s time for me to depart. I do have a job and all.”

“Wait, that reminds me, why didn’t either of you use your phones and call someone?” he asked, “that was essentially the only flaw in my plan.”

Thought for a second, “shit. I mean we basically talked the whole time I guess neither of us thought to do that.” Brock smiled at you and giggled a little. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just a little sweet, I guess.”

“Shut up ass-munch,” you shove him as you walk out of the door with a small smile on your face. These past 2-3 hours went much better than you would have thought, and now you have a new friend. And maybe at some point, a little more than that.

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~U m b r e l l a       A c a d e m y~ FivexReader: “Stakeout” (Part 1)

IMAGINE: After discovering the apocalypse and getting transported back into the present, Five and (y/n) make it their mission to stop the doomsday clock and save not only their family, but the entirety of the world as they know it.

No ever thought anything like this would ever happen. Everyone assumed the other was content with the lives they were forced to live. Well, everyone except Five. He was very secretive or quiet with his hate for this lifestyle. It started off as a regular day in the Hargreeves residence.

Mother had just finished making breakfast as she rang the bell and all 8 of us raced down the stairs to see who could try and get to their assigned seat first. Of course we couldn’t sit down yet- we had to wait until our father sat down. He would then nod his head, giving us the green light.

Things were going as good as anything can get there. Breakfast was good. The usually smell of eggs and bacon was almost comforting. Until Five decided enough was enough. He slammed his knife into the table, causing the bottom of it to stick straight up.

All of our eyes went wide. Well, everyone’s except mine. I just slouched back in my chair and rolled my eyes. Even 15 year old me was fed up with Five’s shenanigans.

Me and Five were very close. Closer with each other than we were with anyone else in the family. Me, being Number 8, always got picked on for being the last number. But Five would always tell me I had the coolest powers to cheer me up. I had telekinetic powers.

There was this “unspoken thing” between me and Five as Klaus would call it- We were also pretty close with him.

Me and Five liked each other, as more than friends of course. But it was forbidden. It was our fathers rule to “keep it professional” even though we were only kids. That’s one reason why Allison and Luther’s relationship never went anywhere.

The other reason being they were both too shy to admit their feelings. Whereas Five, a person with no filter whatsoever, used to tell me all the time. He told me everything and anything. Five used to slip notes under my door, telling me to meet him after hours.

When everyone was asleep I would open his door to find him waiting for me on his bed, wearing a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, just like the rest of us (Father picked those outfits out as well).

We would lay on our backs side by side on his decent sized mattress and talk about anything that came to mind. Sometimes he would say to me, “I wish we could be together,” as if telling someone you liked them was as simple as telling someone about their day.

But that’s what I liked about him. He was open. Honest. Because we told each other everything, he would always rant to me about how father won’t let him time travel.

So I knew the moment he stood in front of the upright knife with his fist clenched, he was angry about just that.

“Number Five?”

“I have a question.”

Father continued to eat his breakfast as if this were a normal, everyday thing. But it wasn’t. “Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson.” Five rolled his eyes and responded sternly, “I want to time travel.”

“No.”

“But I’m ready! I’ve been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said!” Five then proceeded to teleport from his seat, over to the right side of fathers chair. “See?”

Father sighed and took the fork of eggs away from his mouth as he began to lecture Five. “A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.”

“Well I don’t get it.”

“Hence the reason you're not ready.” Father stated as he took a sip of his grape wine.

Five looked over to me, his angered look immediately going soft. I shook my head, trying to tell him not to go any further. He looked like he was actually considering it, but the moment he looked away, all considerations faded.

“I’m not afraid.”

“Fear isn’t the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable.” Father then threw his utensils onto his plate making them clatter loudly and he faced Five and yelled, “Now I forbid you to talk about this anymore!”

Five gave me one last look, almost like he was apologizing for something, and then ran off, causing all heads to turn.

“Number Five! You haven’t been excused!”

Of course Five didn’t listen. Why would he listen to our so-called father who didn’t even bother to give us real names, only numbers? But maybe he’ll listen to me. Without thinking, or waiting for consent, I got up from my seat and ran after him.

“Number 8!”

After yelling his name over and over again, Five finally turned around, his cheeks red with anger. “Five, where are you going?”

“Away.”

“What do you mean ‘away’? You're just gonna leave everything?” Five didn’t answer.

“You-“ I began to try and speak again but my voice was breaking. I can’t let him see me like this. I cleared my throat and tried again. “You’re just going to leave me?”

Five’s eyes moved from his untied shoelace to my eyes. His gaze softened again and he slowly reached out for my hand.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve this.”

And then it happened. It’s kind of all a blur really. All I remember is him letting go of my hand and the blue light surrounding him.

I desperately reached out to grab his hand but all I could touch was the sleeve of his uniform. And before I knew it, I had time traveled into the future with him. Every building was crumbled and in ruins.

There were occasional fires here and there. After finding all of our family dead, the only evidence we found was an eye that Luther's dead corpse was holding in his hand. We spent 30 years together in that shithole.

At first it was hell. He was mad at me for being there because it “wasn’t safe” and “I should be at home”. I was just trying to stop him from making decisions that he insisted WEREN’T stupid. Look where that got us.

Eventually we met Dolores. She’s the only friend me and Five ever had. Especially when you grow up as a “baby superhero” as Diego would call us. We never went to school, birthday parties, play dates.

We lived a life that was far from normal, so we were very thankful for Dolores. Eventually me and Five made up, started dating even.

43 years later, Five then made an equation to help us time travel back home and even after Dolores told him a million times that his equation was inaccurate he still used it anyway, causing me and him to go back to recent times.... but in our 15 year old bodies.

After reuniting with our family and almost getting murdered by some of Five’s old co-workers, we are now trying to figure out who the eye belongs to so we can try to stop the apocalypse from destroying our world and everyone in it.

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“I knew this was a waste of time. I mean what did I expect her to do? Help us?” (y/n) and Five walked away from Vanya’s apartment complex.

They had tried telling her about the apocalypse and where the couple had been for the past 16 years, thinking she was the only one they could trust, but it was too much information for her to handle. She didn’t even know how to respond to them.

“Well, Five, how did you expect her to respond? Did you think she was going to understand everything immediately? We’ve been gone for the past, what, 16 years? For them at least. For us it was 43.”

“I understand that, but you’d think she would have something to say or questions at least!” (y/n) nodded in agreement. “Let’s just go to the laboratory and find out who this eye belongs to.”

Five nodded as well and grabbed her hand. He then teleported them to the front steps of the laboratory. (y/n) let go of his hand and began to walk up the steps, but he pulled her back and wrapped his hand around hers as he tried to keep his eyes forward and act normal.

Even though every touch, although some small, makes his heart beat 10 times faster and the heat to rise to his cheeks. (y/n) just giggled and kissed his cheek, that soon began to turn a slight shade of pink.

They walked through the doors, hand in hand, with hopeful smiles on their faces.

—————————————————————

“What. An. Idiot.” Five said angrily as he stomped down the steps. (y/n) and Five had attempted to ask the guy for the name of the owner of the eye, but he insisted that he could not give out that information. And when the man looked me up and down, Five got a little violent and they called security.

“Well maybe if you hadn't threatened to ram the guy's head into the wall, we probably would’ve actually gotten somewhere.” (y/n) stayed as she sat on the steps and watched as Five paced back and forth, attempting to think of another plan.

“Wha- i- He was looking at you in a way that no older man should be looking at a 15 year old!” Five shouted pointing toward the doors to the lab. He then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose instead. “Alright. Fine.

Let’s just... go with plan B.”

“Which is....?”

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“You want me to do what?”

“Klaus, please! This is important!” (y/n) said, folding her hands like she’s begging.

“So you want me... to go to this laboratory.... and pretend to be your dad so you can, what, find the name of the person who owns an eyeball that you found in the future?”

Five and (y/n) shared a look and shrugged. “Yes...?” After a moment of silence Klaus finally spoke up. “I’m too sober for this. I am NOT going to do this.”

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Klaus said frustratedly as he, Five, and (y/n) walked down the familiar hallways of the laboratory. “You’ll do anything that involves you getting paid, won’t you?” Five snapped. “Hey 20 bucks is a great deal don’t you think?” Klaus turned to (y/n) and she shrugged then nodded her head.

They eventually made it to Mr. Big’s office, which was the same guy Five threatened. “I’m sorry but without the client’s consent, I simply can’t help you.” Five stood up and angrily responded, “Well we can’t get consent if you don’t give us a name.”

“Well that’s not my problem. Sorry now there’s really nothing I can do, so-“ Before the guy could finish, Klaus interrupted. “And what about my consent?”

“Excuse me?” My. Big’s replied confused. “Who gave you permission... to lay your hands... on my children?” He began to fake cry as me and Five looked at each other, and then at Klaus with a confused look. “Wha- I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“I didn’t touch your children!”

“Oh really? Then how did my son get that swollen lip then?” Klaus stands up and faces Five. “He doesn’t have a swollen-“ Klaus brings his arm back and punches Five hard in the mouth. (y/n) gasps, but doesn’t move from her seat, trying her best to play along with whatever it was Klaus was doing.

Five touched his hand to his mouth, looking at the blood on it. He looked like he was going to kill Klaus right then and there. “And as for my daughter!” Klaus began to look at me with his arm pulled back, ready to hit, but before it reached her face (y/n) grabbed his fist and yanked it forward so his face was close to hers and she whispered, “Touch me, and I’ll kick your *ss.” Klaus just smiled and backed away.

“What about your daughter?” Klaus looked at me with a smirk and I began to fake cry. “H-He touched me! He tried to rape me!” Five smirked as well as he wrapped an arm around my waist and Klaus laughed with joy.

“You guys are crazy.”

“You have no idea.” (y/n) replied chuckling slightly. Everyone watched as Klaus picked up a snow globe that was sitting on the man's desk and he read it. “‘Peace on earth.’ That's so sweet.” He then smashed it onto his head causing it to shatter and his head to bleed. I jumped slightly at the noise and Five’s grip on my waist tightened as if to reassure me it’s ok.

“God that hurt.” Klaus groaned. When the guy reached for the phone on his desk and typed in a number, most likely security again, Klaus took it out of his hands and held it up to his ear. “There’s been an assault...” he “cried”, “in Mr. Bigs office and we need security, now. Schnell!” He yelled then threw the phone down and shook his head to try and make the blurry vision go away.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen Grant.”

“I-It’s Lance... actually.”

“In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lot of blood and a distraught little girl, and they’re gonna wonder ‘What the hell happened?’” Five looked me up and down, smirked, then looked over to the man. “And we’re gonna tell them that you... beat the shit out of us and RAPED our little girl!” Klaus continued to fake cry but it turned into a laugh when he saw the man's terrified expression.

“You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I’ve been there.” Lance just gave him a weird look but Klaus continued. “Little piece of chicken like you. Oh my god you're gonna get passed around like a......” he tried to think of something to say but couldn’t do he just brushed it off.

“You’re just- you're gonna do great. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Jesus, you’re a real sick bastard.” Lance replies.

Klaus’ face went stone cold as he responded, “Thank you.” And spit a piece of glass from his mouth. (y/n) walks over to his desk and leans down close to his face, to where her slightly unbuttoned uniform shows her cleavage. She reaches her hand past him, resting her arm on his shoulder, as she tries to reach the small drawer behind him to get a lollipop.

She can hear his unsteady breathing which makes her want to throw up, because he’s actually somewhat liking this 15 year old girl seducing him, but also smirk because her plan is working.

Her fingers finally wrap around a lollipop and she whispers with a smile, “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” She pulls back, unwraps the lollipop and puts it in her mouth. She then throws the wrapper onto Lance and walks out of the room with a sway of her hips. Five stared at her in awe and Klaus winked at the guy.

Finally, Lance took them to where all of the files are. Five stood in front of the desk, Klaus sat on the other side, facing Lance and all the files, and (y/n) propped her elbows up on the end of the desk, her chin resting on one of her fists as she watched the man as he searched through the drawer.

“That’s strange.”

“What?” Five demands.

“Well, the eye hasn’t been purchased yet.”

“That is strange.” Klaus says standing up and circling Lance to make him nervous.

“This can't be right. It hasn’t even been manufactured yet. Where did you get that eye?” He asks looking up from his files and at Five.

He just shakes his head.

—————————————————————

“Well this is not good.” (y/n) says as the three of them walk back down the steps of the lab. “I was pretty good, though, right? ‘Oh ya? What about my consent bitch?’” Klaus laughed, trying to re-enact the scene from earlier.

“Klaus, it doesn’t matter.”

He just rolls his eyes and responds, “What’s the deal with this eye anyway? Why is it so important to you?”

“Someone out there is going to lose an eye in the next seven days.” (y/n) responds as Five finishes.

“Exactly. They’re gonna bring about the end of life on this earth as we know it.”

Klaus was listening, but didn't really understand what it meant. He didn’t try to understand because he doesn’t really care. He just wants his money.

“Yeah whatever. Hey, can I just get my 20 bucks, like, now?”

“Your 20 bucks?” (y/n) asked as Five rolls his eyes.

“Yeah my 20 bucks.”

“Unbelievable. I give up.” She throws up her arms and walks back to the steps and sits down. She rests her elbows on her knees and her chin rests on one hand while the other hand holds her unfinished lollipop.

“The apocalypse is coming, and all you can think about is getting high?” Five snaps. “Well I’m also quite hungry.” Klaus rubs his stomach then makes a growling noise. “You're useless.” Five shakes his head and walks over to (y/n), sitting next to her and stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Oh come on. You need to lighten up, old man.” Five signs and grabs (y/n)’s free hand, placing their intertwined hands in his lap and gently rubbing her hand with his other. “Hey you know, I’ve just realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!” Klaus laughs as if he’s just discovered a new scientific discovery.

(y/n) and Five just look at him and then continue on with what they’re doing. “All those years by yourself. It’s gotta screw with your head being alone.”

“I wasn’t alone. I had (y/n).” (y/n) smiles a little and stares down at their hands. “Perfect! Well why don’t y’all get together and... we’ll ya know!”

“You know what? Your right Klaus.”

“I-I am?”

“He is?” (y/n) asks, standing up with Klaus. “Of course he’s right. He’s always right. Well, we best be on our way then!” Five grabs (y/n)’s hand and pulls her towards the road, leaving Klaus there with a surprised look on his face. “Hope you don’t mind if we use your bed! Thanks!”

“Wait... what?!” But before Klaus could say anything else Five teleports himself and (y/n) into a taxi. “Wait no! Not my bed! Also I need my 20 bucks!” Klaus yells, running after the car. (y/n) just rolls up the window and waves as Five pulled her into his lap and kisses her jaw, then her neck, then her collar bone, and goes back up.

“Was it true what you said?” (y/n) asked, smirking. “Not entirely.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, for starters, I wouldn’t say that I’m not horny but....”

“Mhm. And...?”

“And that is NOT the reason why I’m ‘uptight’.” Five says pouting a little. (y/n) just laughed and they continued to kiss. When they were completely out of sight, Klaus ran his hands through his hair.

“Shit.”

[jiminrings]

Hello hello 🥺 I miss Hobi nd I just wanted to request a drabble piece with him as a teacher and your also a teacher and somehow??some students??? Ship you two??? And the next thing you know, they're trying to get you two together and oh boy...chaos ensues :') there's no pressure 🤗🤗 stay safe Hannah! 💞💞

base line

pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: hoseok swears that you’re intolerable, but maybe that’s just because you don’t greet him good morning like you usually do :D // gif isn’t mine!!

notes: my first hobi drabble!!! thank u for requesting and waiting babie!!! this threw me back to when i was in preschool and one of my earliest memories ever was me being a teacher’s pet and being able to read straightly and coherently :D (i am a mess now hee-hee)

you love your job

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!

you shouldn’t even call it a job if you’re genuinely enjoying what you do, right??

there’s just some days that you feel like you’re going to sit down the puzzle-matted floor in the middle of the class, tuck your head in between your knees, and sCREAM then yeet yourself out to the corridor

ok but listen

you really do!!

you studied for this!! you have a degree!!! you have a license!!! being a preschool teacher has been the career path you’ve always wanted to take!!

you like being around kids in general and taking care of them and teaching them!!

your age gap with your older brother isn’t exactly small and that meant that growing up, you had to keep up with him!!

because FUCK coloring books and building blocks :-) let me read your textbooks :-) i can’t read but i wOuld like to pretend and bond with u

jin has kids of his own and since it’s only the two of you, that automatically meant that you’re the favorite aunt!! well because after all you are the only one

you’re young and you’re hip and you watch animated shows still!! you can resOnate with them!!!

seokjin can’t make his two-year old eat his steamed carrots but YOU can!!

aha you have now established power <3

but ya know,,,

being a teacher is different from being an aunt!! it’e worlds apart because not everything that applies to your nephews and nieces, also applies to other kids necessarily

obviously you can’t treat every kid to the park once they master their ABCs and can grip a pencil properly

you’re just exhausted ok!! it doesn’t make you love your job any less

it’s just as simple as that

wait actually no

there is ONE more hiccup in your job and at this point, the thought of it plagues your mind beyond your place of work

not it

h i m

jung hoseok — your co-teacher!!

your co-teacher that helps you in handling a batch of fifteen preschool kids for hours, two batches a day, five days a week

hoseok whose hair smells like vanilla and flowers and is never not wearing an article of beaded jewelry and has the good voice that could make three to five year olds listen

.,.,. hoseok.,.,.,. who isn’t yours.,.,.,

and hoseok.,.,., who probably hates you.,.

you’re not trying to make a reach but you FEEL it,,,, you feel it in your knees and your spleen that oh god your co-teacher probably resents you and just tolerates you to not make the kids worry :((

it doesn’t certainly help too that uhm

well

aha

... you may have a tiny crush on hoseok

maybe you really do like him or oR!!

or maybe you just see him practically like everyday and you find yourself paying more attention to him and finding details that you normally wouldn’t find for any other person besides him but-

“good morning, hoseok!!”

you mostly make french toast every morning because:

a) you’d probably eat it as often as you could until you could no longer look at it anymore and practically barf at even the mention of it

b) baby it’s EASY

c) you can make it as a batch and that way you won’t have to wake up every morning to cook for yourself

d) tastes immaculatE whether warm or cold

e) jungkook gave you his recipe after nagging him everyday for a month <3

you knew how to make it in the first place but uh well,,,.,,

jungkook is jin’s regular babysitter for his kids and he’s very organized although you won’t admit that

he’s carefree but like disciplined at the same time y’know

like YES eunji you can take a sip of my orange juice that ur appa told me not to give you BUT you need to drink one whole sippy cup of water okay??? say yes uncle goo

and he’d also have snacktimes and he’d make his own and french toast is one of them

one time you came over and babysitted with jungkook and u snuck out a piece from eunji’s bowl and wow

𝔀𝓸𝔀

every time you came over you’d make him cook and he’s all??? 

“y/n are you SURE eunji told you she wants two bowls of french toast?? to herself?? are you sURE???”

lmao he’s figured it out late that it was you who kept eating the french toast because he peeked at the bowl and then??? eunji’s mouth doesn’t bite THAT big?? 

not unless a toddler’s mandible is already that big and he’s been wrong all along 

so the french toast?? yeah you put it in your cute tupperware with the cute waterproof stickers in the lid

AND SPLIT HALF WITH HIM

one loaf is to four squares and two of those are for hoseok :D

minor problem tho

he doesn’t take up your offer :((

maybe it’s just yOU who’s the problem at this point because you tried bringing other food and ?? he just shakes his head no and gives you a curt smile

every morning, you greet him!!

“good morning, hobi!!”

you call him that because that’s what jimin and namjoon call him since they’re your co-teachers!!!

... although maybe it’s just for friends of his only...... a-and well maybe you aren’t his friend

.... aha anywAys!!

you leveled it up a notch and switch up your greetings

“good morning handsome!!” or like “heeeeey cutie!!” or maybe even “hi sunshine!!!”

you: :D

him: :|

every afternoon, you ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine in the faculty room

every month, the principal gives tHREE bottomless cards to the best-performing teachers and that basically meant you don’t have to pull bills from your wallet to pay for overpriced soda

you’ve gotten it twice consecutively in the last month

free pass or not, if hoseok finally tells you what he wants from the vending machine, then you’d get it for him in a heartbeat and less

vending machine talks r some of the best talks and you want that :((

sometimes he’ll tell you that he’s full, or shake his head no, or semi-rudely glances at you and sets his head down and that translates to no

every weekend, you ask him if he feels ____ because you totally have that in ur apartment

“it feels a bit hot, no? good thing i have a new airconditioning unit :D”

no you don’t have a new airconditioning unit

you just had jin clean out the filters while you were at work and it’s basically the same thing, right??

pls say right

you’re basically FLIRTING with him

and you feel useless about it because you haven’t made any progress whatsoever no matter your approach :((

at first you didn’t feel embarrassed whenever namjoon pointed out your crush on hoseok

in fact, the whole faculty knows but you’re just gonna ignore that

you didn’t feel like a FOOL because it’s hoseok you’re making strides towards to

he’s worth the embarrassment that you don’t feel at all

and he doesn’t notice and doesn’t care and he probably won’t talk to you if you are the only preschool teacher in this school besides himself

you’re starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment joon always points out to you multiplied to five

oh god what you’re doing is LAUGHABLE

it’s even more painful to look at yourself in a third perspective because you look like an utter fool chasing after him and all he does is push you away

you’re tired of trying 

it’s okay :)

hoseok looks like someone who’d tell all about your doings to his groupchat and they’d laugh at you together

wait no that’s quite a reach

you’re probably not even tHAT important to be made fun of in the gc :((

fine then

you’re gonna focus on everyone and everything else besides him -- it’s not like he’s even gonna notice anyway!! not that it’d matter

if hoseok can sleep at night peacefully without even acknowledging you, then you could sleep at night without him crossing your mind

sike

you kept thinking about not thinking of hobi last night that in return you did think about him

but that is the LAST time ok

you’re gonna start tallying this morning

wait a minute!! you don’t have to tally because you genuinely need to not care and be indifferent!! 

....

oh....

wait this was easier than you expected

you feel a weight out of your chest when you kept your eyes on the ground when you passed by hoseok in the hall

you felt nervous initially because you never skip a day of not being all googly-eyes for him but you know!!!! this was actually nice!!!!

for a change yOu’re the one who’s unaffected and as cold as it sounds -- 

it feels good to not care :D

“up please!! up!!” 

you’re feeling so zen and un-dejected that you forget for a moment that you’re still in class and yOU’RE the teacher

and it’s hyunjin!! one of the younger kids in class

also he’s quite the troublemaker and intentionally likes teasing you and being play-mad at him makes him giggle to no end

he does nOt vibe with hoseok he’d jus keep a straight face on and ??? no ur not teacher y/n

he’s tugging at whatever he could reach and if he turns out to be holding a marker in his hands then you might just Pass Away

you comply to hyunjin’s request but you know you’re gonna put him down in two seconds because you know that the other kids are gonna see and-

yeah nevermind

it’s now a carrying train :D

you just made up that name on the spot

it’s a line of kids going up to your arms, and then you passing them to hoseok, and then putting them down to the ground and them running back to the line again until everyone’s satisified

bAsically you’re passing around kids and it’s hoseok who calls off the game because you have no backbone sometimes when it comes to four-year olds

throughout the whole time though, hobi feels like something’s wrong

he just can’t place it

he’s trying to sniff so hard if someone had a toilet accident and he can’t smell anything??

maybe his shoelaces skipped a hole??

either way there’s just something wrong in the back of his head

anyways he better snap out of his daze before you ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything

..

....

........

why are you not looking at him

....

......

....

wAIT WHY ARE YOU NOT LOOKING AT HIM

huh

that’s weird

but you always look at him??? and he can see you in his peripheral vision and this time he can’t even see you glancing when his head’s turned????

hmmm

omg

his prayer’s been answered!!

honestly hoseok finds you kinda annoying and he’d like it if you just leave him alone and stuff and give up whatever it is that you’re doing

you finally got the message :D

yeah that’s good :D

hoseok’s okay he’s cool he’s happy he totally feels complete

“let’s stop now?”

hobi leans in to tell you because he counted and this is hyunjin’s third time on him

you’re kinda lost because he stops this game in his own accord but whatever

you just give him a smile and what’s THAT supposed to mean???

“oh sO do you want another round?? or??”

he’s enunciating it for you but it’s more for him actually

you just wave him off

.... communication.... where is it

he’s gathering the facts so far.

you’re not looking at him!! that’s fine

you didn’t call him handsome but hEh he’s handsome even if you don’t call him that

not that he needs comforting words and compliments.. or whatever...

that he can let pass because he doesn’t really care

but what he dOES care about is why are you not offering him anything right now???

where.,., WHERE is his french toast

he’s been putting his hand on his tummy for the past five minutes and rubbing it in circles and he’s ALSO humming every now and then

jimin’s lost as he’s writing his agenda for the week and hobi’s across him looking constipated and relieved at the same time

aHEM

ok what’s happening now

you’re... not trying to wedge into the same table he’s in.. ?

you plop right next to namjoon and he instantly throws his arm around yours because he’s been looking for you too

“hey!! how did your recipe night go??”

you reckon that joon allotted another evening for trying out new things because it helps him destress!!

he shudders just by thinking about the smell in his apartment and how opening the windows didn’t do shit

“tasted so bad i couldn’t even eat it :((“

mug cake is the actual devil!!!

imagine having to crack an egg along with a couple other things in a mug and cook it in a microwave and it doesn’t turn as good as the ones you’d see in youtube videos

congrats you now have bread stuck in a mug that smells like chocolate but tastes absolutely nothing like raw eggs

there’s an irritable scowl on his face and great now hobi just feels worse

it’s been almost a week

and practically everyone knows that something’s wrong going on with him and they don’t know wHY

some people dO have an inkling though,.,.

“ah, what seems to be troubling my best teacher?”

principal min drawls out as soon as hoseok enters his office before rolling his eyes at him

normally in other schools you’d be fIRED if you disrespect the principal but nah :D

yoongi takes pride in being the cool principal

he’s so cool that everyone’s in a first-name basis with him

he’s not your typical principal!! normally they’d be preppy and he’s not that much but when he sees the kids??? immediately goes soft

“you say that to EVERY teacher”

lol everybody knows that but no one points it out

he’s so grumpy that even the principal took notice of his behavior!!!

“there’s nothing wrong, okay??”

hobi says it in more of a scoff and that just goes against what he said

yoongi’s sitting here,,, eating his plain loaf of bread aND minding his own business,, and then now hoseok’s mad at him??

“don’t show me bread sTOP showing me bread!!”

the next day hobi’s so grouchy <3

there’s a circle that the kids are in and it just keeps going in and out

you and hobi are in the middle and each time they sing, the circle keeps getting sMALLER

now normally y/n from a week ago would blush to death

but present y/n just feels awkward and kinda :// at the whole situation

it’s not really a tight squeeze tbh but hoseok kEEPS going forward torwards you to the point that his arms around you already

he’s obviously flustered and he’s trying to recompose himself but you’re barely meeting his eye contact

okay now that hurt

god he’s just so left behind with what’s going on :((

and he won’t say this now but fUck he misses you!!! a lot!!!! he feels like pavlov’s dog and he’s automatically wired to miss your affection whenever he’s aware of your presence

does he uhm

does he l-word you??

“and that’s it!”

you’ve just finished teaching them how to fold a paper boat :D

that is a BIG achievement okay you’re actually serious

it teaches them how to be more patient and pay more attention!!

“you can give them your mom!! or if you have a tiny crush on someone in the room then-...”

lil seungmin steps right up to give you a boat

yes it’s wonky and the folds aren’t really done properly and won’t float in water but wow!!! that’s so cute!!!

you immediately thank him and ruffle his hair 

he’s such a cute kid omg 

“thank you s-...”

however hyunjin wOn’t be affected by that

with a huff does he march over to you and his long hair’s getting in the way (hobi just tied it awhile ago) but nO that is not important rn

he gives TWO paper boats but the other one he just stole it from jisung lmao

the kids are catching up and sUddenly it’s a competition to who gives who paper boats

there’s a fair share of boats between you and hoseok

you’re awed bc wow they really did learn and yOU taught them and it’s just so fulfilling to see wonky wittle boats :’’)

“give to who??”

the tiny felix sitting by your side tugs at your shirt and he’s pointing to the boat you made yourself sitting on your palm

“o-oh!”

how did you get put in the spot by preschool kids

oKAY definitely not hobi

maybe you can call namjoon from the other room???? or maybe even yoongs and-

the sudden shrieking in the room brings you down from your thoughts and you’re quite frantic trying to catch up

the commotion?? ur palm

hobi himself folded a crane!!

:)

and it’s sitting snugly in your palm

:)

he’s been feeling so lost the past week and he realized that it’s because of yOU and how he’s so dense to drive you away when all he wants to do is keep you close

hobi’s never really beamed at you directly like that before

you might just cry

hyunjin’s kicking the air and so does every kid who has googly eyes for their teacher 

but it’s okay 

it’s all okay because hobi’s looking at you the way you look at him and he’s the most gentle and pleasing thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on

it’s his turn to put his chin against his palm, a knowing smile on his face before he asks

“do you feel chilly tonight?”

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Do you think they would actually enjoy the modern world? Or would they want to stay in their current time period?

Hm, well, I think that may vary depending on each suitor if I’m honest! (I’ll be excluding Sebastian from this one, only because he is a modern man and I wager he would want to stay in the mansion in order to finish his thesis) 

Under a cut bc it’s a long boi:

I think for people like Arthur and Theo, for instance--who always seem to live in the fast lane--it might not really prove much of a problem. They would continue enjoying the night life and move with their busy schedules. Tl;dr: (For them? Same shit, different day)

Vincent would likely be doing just fine given how Theo often provides assistance in places where he struggles; to promote his art, to spark intrigue in the general public and benefactors. He might be a little overwhelmed by the influx of stimuli that comes with the modern era, constant noise and interaction and movement--perhaps worry that people are losing their ability to live in the moment. (Not to mention what’s being done to the environment...) There might be a learning curve/adjustment, but I think Theo would help him ease in. Plus, it would be a little easier to promote his art given the less stringent restrictions on public exhibitions. He’d still have to work for his fame, but at least the van Goghs wouldn’t have to live in constant unease in the proximity of the cutthroat academy.  Tl;dr: (Mixed feelings, but tries to stay positive about modern times)

Dazai is more familiar with this kind of life of quick turmoil and breakneck speed, if anything he falls back into his old coping mechanisms--hello writing, drinking, and smoking. An overwhelming influx of information and suffering would probably be hard for him to manage, despite how expertly he hides it. I think I would be worried he would lose himself in the dismal reality of diminished connection with other people. Yes I’m shoving him into therapy, I want him to start living for himself and taking care of himself ffs

That isn’t to say there aren’t happy possibilities for him, just that I think he really needs to heal first. I could see him very happy in a kind of writer’s circle with people he loves and trusts; less expending his energy in a desperate attempt to fill the void and please others, more cultivating his own happiness... Tl;dr: (Positive potential, but honestly part of me thinks the past quieter/simple/rural life suits him better...he still loves meme culture tho, he finds it so expansive and creative)

Isaac is in a similar boat as Dazai, I think! He has wonderful potential as a mentor and professor, and living in a world that has a little more patience and respect for genius might help encourage him to put himself out there. That being said, I think the pace of life would exhaust him though--he is very much the kind of person that prefers to keep to himself and just puzzle and tinker. Baby boy just wants to do equations, build little inventions, and read up on the recent discoveries in astrophysics (BRUH WHEN THE IMAGE OF THE BLACK HOLE CAME OUT HE FORGOT HOW TO B R E A T H E) Napoleon is the only reason he eats anything healthy or on any kind of regular schedule s m h. Tl;dr: (Not a lot changes, honestly? He was reclusive then, he still is now--he just has more toys/academic resources. If anything he might get a little too lost in his work because of it, somebody please make sure he’s eating/sleeping/socializing;;;)

Poor Jeanne is SUFFERING. Please release him from this nightmare he is begging. Jk jk, I don’t think it would be too bad for him--but I do think that he would have the aforementioned problem of too many stimuli and too much interaction. I think he would ease into it a little with Mozart’s help; he would just be awkward and wooden until he got the hang of it. Most people just find him quirky in an amusing way, and don’t think too hard about it. I’d wager he’d probably become literate at this point because of the abundance of resources and necessity to read/write (okay but imagine this baby with a little kid workbook iM GONNA CRY!!! TAKE ALL MY CRAYONS JEANNE). 

Can you imagine this mofo at a Starbucks??? Tall and stoic, dark and debonair (EVERYONE IS S W O O N I N G), and he just asks in a light tenor “can I have a mocha with eight shots of expresso” with a completely straight face. “Sir, that could kill you” “Don’t worry, I’ve been dead a long time” And he just moves to wait for his order. 11/10 cryptid I could watch an entire show just about his daily adventures

He works with Napoleon a lot given their similar skillsets. They coach kids at high schools that have fencing teams (it’s really REALLY cute bc if they’re on the younger side, Jeanne will very dramatically lose bc he wants to encourage them and the kids are delighted--but the parents are INCHES from laughing so hard they’re in tears). Otherwise, he mostly takes up gigs as a security worker/bodyguard, only really works for the money. He prefers to spend his time in ways that feel meaningful if he can, so don’t be surprised if you see him in foster homes and in social working spaces. He has an uncanny understanding about him, a kind of silence/patience that doesn’t stifle; it makes the kids/teens calm down in milliseconds. They really listen when he does talk, and he sets good and clear boundaries--he knows how to be firm when it’s required. He gives them the structure and placid grounding they’ve never had, and really pays attention to what’s important to them. Brings them little things he notices; brings flowers to the one that likes to draw, brings CDs (he is bad with technology, but they usually only have access to older/outdated stuff anyway) to the one the one that struggles to write with white noise in the house, brings little plushies to the ones that lose theirs. He’s simple but solid, and he finds a lot of meaning in helping kids overcome the similar kind of struggles he faced.  Tl;dr: (Steep learning curve, but he just sees it as all the same really--just more work to be done with the literacy requirement and adjustment to technology. Will be resistant at first, but when he gets accustomed and starts finding people who are important to him, he wouldn’t want to change anything/go back. But will admit there are some days he just wants to go to the most remote place he can access and just live there for a month with no human interaction whatsoever; people are inefficient and insufferable sometimes)

Mozart’s life honestly doesn’t change much? I feel like he would easily be able to keep composing and continue releasing his work as per usual. Given his quick capacity to schmooze and say what people want to hear when he must, he’d be more than able to network his way into success. I think the only thing he might struggle with now and again is inspiration, given the world operates on a very surface level in the modern era sometimes. Profound insight and depth are not quite as cultivated in many ways, and he can struggle to find something that just sparks motivation/novelty in his mind, makes him start composing at breakneck speed. He reads a lot and watches some TV shows/movies when he’s at really low inspiration levels, the kind of guy that sneers at Game of Thrones--but finds things like BBC’s Sherlock more passable (wants intrigue and complexity, doesn’t much enjoy the sensationalized drivel). When Arthur finds out he loves ATLA he about falls off his seat. “It’s a children’s show.” “Yes it is, with a remarkable level of depth and craftsmanship, what are you trying to say?” He begins to find a kind of rhythm in his composing, and Jeanne and Dazai often drop by with so many crazy stories he finds himself filled with music anyway LMAO Tl;dr: (Same as Isaac, really just keeps doing his thing without being impeded, and he enjoys the luxuries/conveniences of the modern era. Will be slightly resistant at first because of how alien some of the changes are, but will fall into the habits/customs slowly and surely. Fine with it, will whine a bit at the growing pains tho)

Leonardo actually canonically owns a bar, and does that really surprise anyone? He really enjoys the excitement of meeting new people and hearing about their myriad histories, the influx of cultures/languages/experiences. It’s a nice but lowkey place, people stop for a drink, listen to some good music--chat amiably and relax after a long day’s work--before heading out. There are regulars and people that just stop for that single day; tourists, vacationers, so on and so forth.

When asked, many people note a sleek black cat with sharp eyes that led them to the bar... Tl;dr: (Don’t Let the Existential Dread Set-in: The Prequel, adapts well to the modern era because of centuries of experience but also...he’s so tired...somebody please hold him I can’t watch him live like this, lord jesus)

Optimally, I see Comte filling his time with myriad pursuits; ranging from philanthropy, indulging in art/music/theatre (often a benefactor as well), and keeping track of his chirren (they may exist more independently now, but he still worries about them ;-;). Otherwise nothing much changes for him, still goes to galas and fancy gatherings, still enjoys fashion and spoiling people, still seeks to occupy himself with social interaction and care-taking--if he doesn’t have a family of his own. He’s basically just that meme that’s like DON’T LET THE EXISTENTIAL DREAD SET-IN. DON’T LET IT SET-IN!!!!!!!!! Tl;dr: (Not to repeat myself but also Don’t Let the Existential Dread Set-in: The Sequel, literally just desperately trying to fill the void please somebody help him he also just needs to be held fuck’s sake, I’m going to drag him kicking and screaming into happiness--but otherwise has no great trouble adjusting to the modern era. I feel like he would have a more minor form of what Dazai struggles with, maybe a lack of personable connection that he once had; fewer chances to be himself and relax. Also probably worried about the increasing unhappiness and turmoil building in the world in general...)

Napoleon is similar to Comte in that he often checks up on Isaac and Jeanne from time to time, and does the aforementioned fencing lessons with kids. He also takes a lot of basic security positions--for venues, concerts, museums--you name it. He dislikes the idea of sitting behind a desk a lot, so he prefers to do a lot of different things; he even cooks from time to time at the restaurants  that know him very well. One gig he particularly enjoys is battle choreography for movies/theatre! He tends to stay away from anything too historically close to his era of origin, but he has fun coming up with realistic (smaller scale) hand-to-hand combat scenarios and duels. Tl;dr: (This era doesn’t feel like too much of a change. It’s a little more intensive in terms of pace, but he manages to keep up pretty well, it just exhausts him from time to time--and he usually goes on trips or hikes to unwind when he needs to like Jeanne LOL they do not go to their happy place, they go to their high lonesome place).

Shakespeare also continues to do his drama thing, organizes troupes on tons of different levels--from community level to more intense, skilled groups that re-enact his own work. His life doesn’t change all that much beyond a new form of theatre logistics, and he adjusts to the technology fairly easily out of necessity. He’ll stop by Vincent’s place from time to time to show him recordings of his latest shows, but otherwise is almost always on the move. Tl;dr: (So long as he can keep following his greatest passion, he doesn’t really mind the changes in how theatre happens--he doesn’t have any sizable issues with the modern era.)

Ability with technology (phones mostly):

Arthur: more than capable, well-versed, loves to do everything on his phone no prob--maybe lives a little too much on his phone (Vine/TikTok/Youtube can kill his productivity RIP) also yes he has a fidget spinner on his desk, no I will not be taking any constructive criticism at this time

Theo: yes but with a lot of cursing at first, had to do it for work and now looks down on anyone that can’t keep up with him (except for Vincent)

Vincent: knows the basics, taking and sending pictures, writing things in notes for later, texting (tho sending emails is a little harder for him); he does his best but he can be slow. Really really enjoys the paint programs on his iPad for when he’s on public transit, but he starts setting alarms after he gets the hang of it (he’s missed his stops before because of it LMAO)

Leonardo: what kind of stupid question? Man knows how to pick them apart and put ‘em back together for crying out loud, uses it like a pro--comes to him naturally, and he’s the guy that keeps coming up with ways to jailbreak Apple products and thwart their money-grubbing tactics. Catch him playing Minish Cap on his emulator on the way to work, brah

Comte: just vibing, keeps up with the times easily since he’s been doing it for so long, much like Theo uses it to keep in touch with the people around him--he’s the “prefers to call instead of text” sorta guy though, he worries about losing emotional subtleties and he likes to hear people’s voices. Doesn’t do anything special on phones, more just a tool; will read/listen to podcasts/does have emulators (courtesy of Leo) and enjoys playing Pokemon when he’s bored

Jeanne: types one finger at a time, it will take a while--but he’ll get there (deleted all his contacts by accident once and Mozart was just. HOW.) He barely knows how to use a phone, and it’s a steep learning curve for him

Mozart: purely functional when it comes to his phone, refuses to rely on it beyond the necessities that only tech can do (for instance, sending emails or reading articles or uploading compositions) he still writes his music before making more polished digital copies. He will sometimes listen to pieces digitally, but prefers to play them in-person; he feels that a lot of the soul in a piece is lost despite the convenience

Dazai: you absolute fools. you baboons. why would you ever give him this kind of power. it is 3AM and he has been on a wikipedia trail spanning hours, started with Cleopatra being the seventh in her line with that name all the way to cotton candy being called “daddy’s beard” in French. please help him he hasn’t slept in years. Also probably binges anime and manga lbr. He’s the one making vine references every other second, always up to date on the memes^TM

Isaac: also mostly uses it as a tool for research and calculations; it’s a way to keep track of information. He also likes to play background music while he’s working, so he finds the device nice and convenient--plus less having to go around pestering people in-person. he does start to get interested in coding and tinkering with apps/programs eventually, too

Shakespeare: finds it a delightful little contraption, so useful because it lets him jot down ideas as they come to him quickly, and he can edit his texts much more easily with digital interfaces. also likes that performances can be recorded, because now he can analyze his staging more efficiently--it gives him a good sense of what needs to be adjusted, and encourages him to keep streamlining/try new concepts

Napoleon: likes it because he can keep in touch with people more easily, the kind of guy to drop a line before checking on a friend. he really likes to look up recipes and find out more about cooking techniques he’s never encountered before. Isaac starts making an Instagram account just to show Napoleon’s impeccable plating, and Napo gets quite the following without knowing for a while

[soobunnx]

Gryffindor! Soobin (TXT Hogwarts Au) (M)

☆ Pairing: Gryffindor Soobin x SlytherinFem reader.

☆ Nsfw, smut. 

☆ 3.6k words

-Choi Soobin.

-He was transfered to Hogwarts two months into your 5th year.

-He had been home schooled before that for some mysterious reason.

-Of course the mystery didn't last for long.

-Turns out he's some kind of vampire hybrid and they didn't know how dangerous he was at first.

-But it seems like he was fine after all.

-They made 4th years and up retake some lessons about vampires at Defence Against the Dark Arts before he was transfered just in case anyway.

-Not like most people cared once they saw him.

-Everyone was kinda expecting some kind of monster after what you're taught about vampires in classes.

-But he was absolutely delightful.

-He got a bit startled the first time a bunch of people approached him.

-His eyes got so big and he took a step back as he looked around.

-You thought he looked cute.

-And after the people there introduced themselves you got to see the most endearing smile ever.

-Your heart skipped a beat seeing those cute lil fangs showing for a moment.

-And those dimples.

-He got sorted into Gryffindor right away later that night before dinner.

-As a Slytherin yourself that was kinda a bummer but you didn´t mind that much.

-That guy had made your heart beat faster than anyone else for a moment and that was all that mattered.

-At least after a bit later that night.

-You saw him surrounded by some girls this time as you walked back to your dorms.

-You thought for a second about approaching him and introduce yourself too.

-That was before you noticed a tall Ravenclaw girl carefully puting her scarf around his neck.

-She had an undercut and glasses. 'There, you look cold. I'm sorry it's not Gryffindor's though'. She said and he chuckled.

-'It's fine, except Slytherin anything is okay'. He said as he smiled and you blushed in rage.

-The girl chuckled. 'Aw, you hate Slytherins that much?'

-'Yes, I hate them'. He said and the girls gasped then giggled.

-You were about to say something but one of your friends stopped you and dragged you to the dorms.

-'What are you doing?' You asked taking her hands off you.

-'Stopping you from fighting a fucking vampire. That's what'. Your friend said.

-'Tsk. He's not even a full vampire'. You scoffed.

-'Still. Why do you care anyway?'

-You opened your eyes a lot. 'Why?? Cause a stupid Gryffindor like him dared to despise our house like that!'

-You friend chuckled. 'Shocking. A guy from our biggest rival house said he doesn't like us'.

-'Shut up. How dare he'. You growled as you sat on your bed.

-'Seriously, what is with you? I've never seen you like this before'. Your friend said and you simply scoffed. 'Okay well, good night then. I guess you'll have forgotten about this tomorrow'.

-But you didn't.

-For some reason you couldn't just let that go.

-It's been more than a month and it still bothers you as if it was that same night.

-'Why does he have to come here? Doesn't he have to go suck blood from some of his fans?' You ask as you watch Soobin entering the Great Hall at dinner time and your friends laugh/sigh.

-'He can eat regular food. He's just half vampire. You know that'. One of your friends says and you scoff.

-'He can eat regular food but he can't see the sunlight? That's stupid'.

-'Everyday the same. Why are you so mad at this guy?' Another friend asks and you blush.

-'Tsk, cause he's just whatever and he's always surrounded by people. He thinks he's so cool'. You say and your friends exchange some glances between each other.

-'y/n do you maybe... Like Soobin?' One of them asks and you scoff.

-'Kill him. That's what I’d like'. You say as you blush and your friends giggle.

-'I heard some girls do let him feed from them sometimes you know?' Another friend says and you blush.

-'R-really?'

-You gulp down some of your drink as you think of his fangs caressing your skin.

-Fuck.

-You shake your head trying to keep those thoughts in line.

-'A-anyway what kind of person would allow a vampire just to drink from them?' You laugh nervously and your friends sigh.

-'Seriously y/n just ask him out or something already'. One of your friends say and you blush again.

-'What are you talking about? I hate that guy. I would never!'.

-'Hey y/n the headmistress is looking for you'. Some student informs you as they pass by your table.

-'Oh shit.. Why?' You ask yourself and your friends as you stand up.

-You look around for a bit until you bump into her.

-'So.. what are you saying?' You ask not wanting to believe what she just suggested you to do.

-'I'm saying that you're failing History of Magic if you go on like this'.

-'No please. What can I do? It's just so boring!' You whine. 'I can't help getting distracted'.

-'It's fine. Me and proffesor Binns have thought about an easy fix. You'll take extra classes'.

-'What? When?!'

-'Well, as you know we have night lessons now and turns out that History of Magic ones start just an hour after dinner. So you can go to your extra class and go back to bed at a reasonable time'.

-'What? But...'

-'That's all. You start tonight so you better get ready'.

-She leaves and you stay there spacing out for some minutes until everyone starts leaving to their dorms.

-It doesn't seem like you can get out of this situation so you run looking for your book and head to classroom 4F for your extra lessons.

-It's kinda dark when you enter the room.

-At first you don't want to look up cause you don't want to meet with Soobin's eyes not even by accident.

-So you clumsily walk around until you find a sit.

-'Who are you?' Someone asks so you finally look up.

-It's a guy you've never seen before.

-He looks tiny but he must be your age.

-Dark hair and kinda old fashioned looking clothes.

-He's not wearing any house colors nor robe.

-Proffesor Binns enters the room before you can even say anything and starts explaining right away.

-You take the chance to look around a bit and see three other people there apart from you.

-They're all sitting away from eachother.

-And they're all looking at you.

-You're not surprised when you see Choi Yeonjun there.

-He's from Slytherin too but he's older than you.

-Apparently he has some werewolf blood in him so they must have moved him to night lessons this year.

-He tends to lose his temper sometimes so no wonder.

-Anyway, of course Choi Soobin is there too.

-He throws a look at you that feels annoying enough for you to make you want to kill him.

-He chuckles silently at the face you're making, that you're not aware you're making and goes back to pay attention to the lesson.

-Your heart stops for a moment as you see his dimples showing.

-But you're still so mad at him.

-The lesson goes by excruciatingly slow.

-It's already boring in the daytime.

-And now you're just softly bumping your head on the table trying to stay awake.

-Proffesor Binns falls asleep at some point and you raise your head from the table to look around once again.

-But they're all silent until the only guy you don't know starts talking mimicking Binns's teaching making you all laugh.

-You found out later that guy's name is Beomgyu.

-He must be some kind of hybrid too you guess if he's at night lessons.

-But it’s not like you're gonna go out of your way to find out.

-You go back to your dorms after the lesson without saying good bye to the guys.

-It’s not that you wanted to be rude but it was kinda intimidating.

-The following days you seem a bit more relaxed about all the Soobin situation and even if your friends are wondering why, they're not saying anything about it.

-Truth is you've been having fun at your night lessons with the guys.

-It’s not like you talk to eachother a lot but you're all for sure waiting every night for the moment Binns falls asleep and some of you take over the class.

-And surprisingly you're actually learning stuff.

-Anyway.

-You've never taken over a class before but it seems like it's your turn tonight.

-You shyly walk in front of the class and clear your throat before starting mimicking Binns.

-You thought no one would laugh but apparently you're decently funny.

-Your eyes drift to Soobin from time to time making you blush when you catch him smiling.

-And you want to be mad at him still but he doesn't seem to hate you or Yeonjun at all.

-It's like the guy from that night was a totally different person.

-Anyway you don't even want to think about it anymore.

-There's a bit of a fuss at dinner time next day.

-'Hey you, where's your friend?' Some guys are asking this kid, Kai or something like that. He's a Ravenclaw, you don't know much more about him.

-'What friend?' He asks without stopping what he's doing, which is eating.

-'You know, the weirdo'.

-'I don't know any weirdo'. He says still not looking at them.

-'Of course you do'. They laugh.

-'Hey, c'mon. Stop it'. That's Soobin.

-He's trying to make those guys go.

-'Ah you're friends with that weirdo too?' One of them asks then scoff as they laugh. 'I thought you didn't like Slytherins'. He says as he tilts his head. 'Maybe being weirdos brought you together huh?'

-They all laugh as people around them start to turn around to see what's going on.

-Then one of them starts to howl jokingly.

-'Huh? That's it right? It's full moon tonight. I bet they put your friend in a cage just in case'. They say then keep mocking Yeonjun with howls until they get a real one in response from somewhere around the castle.

-They smile and joke around as if they weren't afraid.

-But that howl just gave goosebumps to everyone in there.

-Your eyes meet with Soobin's without you even noticing.

-Was that really Yeonjun just now?

-You finish your dinner and get ready for your night lessons.

-But tonight something feels different.

-The air is colder and there's a lot more silence.

-As if every creature around was trying to be as unnoticeable as possible.

-Only when you finally reach the classroom you feel like you can breathe again.

-Your heart is still beating fast.

-Only Soobin is there as you wait for the rest.

-So you sit in silence and hope for the others to arrive quickly.

-Why can't your heart calm down?

-And why can't you even stop your eyes from drifting to Soobin.

-You slap your face softly as you mumble and he chuckles making you blush.

-'You're so weird'. He says.

-'Me? You're the half vampire'. You say still blushing.

-'So? I behave like a normal person at least'.

-You scoff. 'Sure, your average 5th year student who goes around feeding from his classmates'. You say and he laughs.

-'What? Where did you get that from?' He asks still chuckling.

-'I don't know, everyone is saying that'.

-'Yeah sure. I wish I could get fresh blood around here. They would kick me out if that were true'. He chuckles.

-'Oh...' You say looking at the floor.

-'Why do you sound disappointed?' He asks as he chuckles.

-'I-I'm not'. You say.

-'Really? Are you one of those people who likes to be bitten by vampires?' He asks with a smirk on his face and you blush.

-'What? Shut up. No way!'

-'Oh.. You're not?' He says then pouts. 'I thought maybe we could sneak around sometime if that were the case'. He says and you don't know how to act next apart from pressing your thighs together trying to find some relief from the sensation he just lit up inside you.

-Luckily enough or not, Beomgyu arrives just in time and seconds later proffesor Binns appears in the classroom.

-Not like you're gonna be able to focus at all after what just happened but whatever.

-Why did he say something like that though? Doesn't he hates Slytherins?

-He was probably just messing with you for that exact same reason, right?

-That must be it.

-Bet he knew you couldn't stop thinking about it after he opened his mouth and put that idea on your head.

-You can even picture his fangs sinking on your skin.

-You're getting wet just thinking about it.

-Then you hear some giggles and look to the other side of the room to see Soobin looking at you as he smiles.

-I-Is he doing this?

-Is he putting those images in your head?

-You’ve heard some vampires can put ideas on human’s minds.

-That’s why it’s so easy for them to lure humans into submission.

-Is that what he’s doing to you right now?

-Why would he want you to think about that stuff though?

-You blush and try to focus on what the proffesor is explaining.

-A bit later he falls asleep like most nights and Beomgyu stretches on his chair as he looks at Soobin.

-'What should we do today?' He asks and Soobin smiles as he looks at you.

-'I think we should take a walk'. He says and Beomgyu laughs.

-'Yes, sure. I'm not enough of an outcast yet, we better go and break some rules and have them taking points from our houses'. He says and Soobin scoffs.

-'Oh wow, can you be more boring?' He complains. 'Or are you just a coward?'

-'I'm not a coward what the fuck? Whatever let's go for a walk'. He says and you laugh.

-'Ohh, you're a Gryffindor!' You say as you chuckle and they both look at you.

-'Yeah? So?' Beomgyu asks and you shake yor head.

-'Nothing, I've never seen you out of this clasroom, you don't wear your robes or any house insignia so I didn't know'.

-'Huh... Anyway let's go then'. Soobin says and you both follow him outside.

-There's still so much silence even your whispers are loud.

-At some point you almost get caught by a prefect as you come close to the Astronomy Tower and Beomgyu runs away.

-'Ah seriously?' Soobin says. 'What a coward'.

-You sit quietly on one of the windows once you make it to the top and look up the starry night.

-Then you hear some guys laughing and howling from their dorms.

-Getting once again a terrifying howl in response.

-'Wow, that sounded close'. You say. Your voice shaking a bit.

-'Yeah, Yeonjun must be near'.

-'So it's him?' You ask.

-'Of course'. He says still looking at the sky.

-'I thought he wasn't a full werewolf'. You say and he sighs.

-'He's not. But still stronger than most people and still hasn't learned to control himself on nights like this one'.

-'I see...'

-There's a bit of a silence after that but it's fine. It's not an awkward one.

-Just silence.

-You just look at the sky for a while til you randomly start getting these images again in your head.

-You blush and look at Soobin. 'Are you doing that?' You ask and he makes a confused face.

-'Doing what?' He asks.

-'Those sexy scenes in my head, are you puting those there?' You ask as you blush even more and he laughs.

-'What?? What are you talking about?'

-'Y-You're not?'

-He's not? Is this all in your head?

-But why? Why would you start thinking about that all of a sudden?

-He gasps. 'y/n are you thinking of dirty stuff cause what I told you earlier?' He asks.

-'N-No... What? I don't...' You struggle to find the words and he starts laughing as you blush more if possible.

-You're so embarrassed. You feel how you're about to cry.

-He keeps laughin and you sniff as the tears start falling.

-'What? Hey no. Why are you crying?' He asks as he wipes your tears with his scarf.

-'You did put them in my head'. You say as you pout and he chuckles softly.

-'Yeah... I did, sorry'. He apologizes as he keeps softly wiping your tears. ‘I’m surprised you know some vampires can do that’.

-'Why do you hate me that much?' You ask.

-'I don't hate you, I was just messing with you'. He says in a soothing voice.

-'You hate Slytherins. You hate us so much'. You sob. 'You're so mean Soobinnie'.

-You say and he feels his heart hurting a bit.

-'All I did was like you and you said those mean things'. You keep sobbing and he chuckles softly.

-'What things?' He asks as he makes you look up so you can see his face.

-'Long ago you said to a Ravenclaw girl you hated Slytherins so much'. You say and he looks up trying to remember.

-'Did I? Hmm, yeah probably I did'. He says as he wipes the last of your tears with his thumbs. 'But that was a long time ago and I hadn't met Yeonjun or you yet'. He says and you remain silent as you try to stop sobbing completely. 'Is that why you were always looking at me with those weird faces?' He asks and you blush.

-'No weird faces'. You say and he chuckles.

-'Yes weird faces. I was seriously concerned'.

-'Shut up'. You say and he smiles.

-'So you liked me, huh?' He asks.

-'I didn't say that'.

-He scoffs. 'Yes you did'.

-'Well I for sure don't like you now anyway so...'

-He chuckles. 'Okay, okay. Understood'. He says as he looks up the sky again. 'It's late for you anyway. You should go back and get some sleep'.

-Really? But you don't wanna go just yet.

-'S-Soobin...' You call him and he looks at you. 'What if I still like you now?'

-He smiles showing his cute fangs and the dimples.

-Giving you butterflies in your stomach.

-But he doesn't say anything.

-He just come closer and kisses you.

-His sharp fangs accidentaly cutting you as you kiss.

-He licks the blood slowly as he looks into your eyes making you blush before kissing you again.

-'Sorry'. He says once you pull away.

-'I-it's okay'. You say. You're shaking a bit.

-'Do you want me to walk you to your dorms?' He asks and you shake your head.

-'No, it's fine'.

-He blushes a bit too as he notices your feelings. 'Ah... Do you want to keep kissing?' He asks and you nod.

-He chuckles softly and comes closer to you again.

-He's more careful with his fangs this time.

-His hands on your hips pulling you closer to him.

-Then he kisses down your neck.

-One of his hands climbing up your inner thigh as his fangs are about to sink on your skin.

-You moan quietly as his hand presses on your clothed slit.

-'Bite me'. You ask in a whine and he smiles against your skin before biting you.

-A rush of adrenaline running up your entire body as the blood leaves your body.

-He's rubbing your clit as he drinks from you.

-And you've never felt such a pleasure before.

-He licks your wound after a bit and focus only on making you feel good with his hand.

-You whine cause you miss the feeling of him biting you but he shushes you and makes you sit on his lap.

-'I can't drink from you forever you idiot. I'd kill you'. He says as he chuckles and you pout.

-He kisses you before making you move to one of his thighs only.

-'If you wanna get off so bad on me biting you, you better work for it'. He says as he smirks. 'Move'.

-Is he serious? He wants you to ride his thigh?

-Ah, you're blushing so much but he seems to be having fun so you start grinding on him slowly.

-He won't take his eyes off you as you do.

-There's a bit of blood running down your neck.

-He wipes it with a finger and sucks on it as you whine.

-How you wish he was biting you instead.

-You had read before that vampires could make you feel that kind of ecstasy as they feed from you just from the bite.

-But you never thought it'd be true or that strong of a feeling.

-He made you feel so needy so quickly.

-You can only grind on his thigh looking for some kind of relief as you wait for him to decide to bite you again.

-His hands on your butt helping you with the pace.

-'P-Please. I'm... close, I promise'. You whine at the lack of bites after a while and he chuckles.

-'Yeah, I bet you are. Look at the mess you're making on my pants'. He says making you blush.

-'You're so cute y/n'. He says then lifts up your clothes to see your tits.

-You cover your face as he looks at your body.

-Soon you feel his lips wandering over your tits, filling you with anticipation.

-A soft whine leaving your lips as he finally bites you.

-And again that incredible feeling as his fangs sink into your skin and the blood runs down your chest.

-You reach your high as you moan loudly and he smiles then stops drinking to look at you.

-'You're gonna get us caught'. He says then smiles again.

-Blood still running down his chin.

-You cup his face to kiss him.

-Then you hear Yeonjun howling again and Soobin smiles as you blush.

-'See? He heard you'. Soobin says as he chuckles.

-'Shut up'.

<<Next member Soon>>

☆ This was inspired by/based on this☆

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Trouble Waiting to Happen... iv

bigbrother!jaehyun x sibling!reader x loveinterest!jaemin

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺. But Jung Jaehyun knows better, and that’s why their group remains superior and unbothered -only you didn’t.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: reader x nct jaemin

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: angst, fluff

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: mafia theme, gets dark a little later, mentions of kidnapping, deaths, threats, mature theme, cursing/swearing

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧: hi-  I still haven’t moved on from jaehyun’s kick it get up. reach out to me in anyways if you want to be included in the taglist!

M A S T E R L I S T

Taglist: @hiqhkeybby​  @huangxx @shyshybabyy​‘

When Jaemin got to school on his first day, he was surprised to see he wasn’t the only one late. Considering he heard from his brother and Donghae that Golden Valley University is an uptight school and if you can’t back it up using your academics, you must be an exceptionally good at pulling your shit in extracurricular activities.

As it was Monday, he wasn’t sure if you have any classes the same as he does. He hasn’t seen you around the halls and he wasn’t sure if it’s because you were late again or you were already in your class.

When Jaemin took a seat for his first class, briefly greeting his classmates while waiting for the teacher, you were in the car on the way to school currently arguing with your brother. 

“I won’t be late! I still have 10 minutes before school starts. Doyoung-oppa please pull over-”

“No don’t pull over. Coffee makes you cranky and weird and night.” Jaehyun answered, looking at Doyoung through the rearview mirror who replied with a nod, Yuta on the passenger seat jamming to whatever music he’s listening to in his earphones.

Normally, Jaehyun wouldn’t be with you on the way to school but since Doyoung and Yuta are assigned to you, he said he would now be with you when you’re being dropped off. 

Today is also one of the days where a school program is approaching and your family’s company has become the regular sponsor in this events.

When the car pulled to the school, Yuta went out to open the door for you, Doyoung tapping his hands to the steering wheel. With Yuta’s help, you got out the car and waited for your brother to come out.

He said a few instructions to Yuta and Doyoung before the both of you walked in the school, some eyes making their way to the both of you- some doesn’t even tried to hide it.

Your brother is well known, not just to be a smart and young bachelor businessman but also for being a pretty face. It’s something he uses to tease you with and something you use to tease him too.

Aera was waiting by the entrance when you came in, Jaehyun greeting her briefly before he gave you a kiss on the top of the head, excusing himself to go to the office before telling you a last warning to not in take anything with caffeine in it.

“I hope your brother stays single until I get into my glow up stage.” Aera said with a sigh, dreamily looking at your brother’s back- just like the rest of the students.

You look at her with disbelief and slapped her arm jokingly, snapping herself out. “What? Who would you rather be with your brother, a person you barely know or me?”

“Anyone but you. Let’s go, I don’t want to be late again. And stop talking about my brother.”

--

The thoughts of Jaemin wasn’t that prominent anymore but seeing him during lunch with his brother and brother’s friends made you remember him again. Though, you pushed the thought away and continued eating with Aera in peace.

However, Jaemin couldn’t escape you. Everyone was just gushing about your brother, which made him more curious as to who exactly your brother is. As soon as lunch hits and he saw Jeno, he immediately asked- “Who is Jung Jaehyun?”

“Oh no, you too?” After seeing a photo, he realized he was actually the CEO of that company Jeno and Donghae was trying to make a deal with. Which made him more curious- one of the main questions being do you know your brother’s other part time job?

Every time Jaemin would even walk the same path as you, you would immediately steer away with your friend in tow. He admits, he was a little intimidated about you.

With the uncertainty with the schedules, he opted to do something to make sure your paths will cross somehow, he joined the Film/Movie club. Jaemin doesn’t know, he’s confused.

When he opened the door to the meeting room, you were the only one there as you were the president of the club. You were about to greet the person on the door, but when you turned from the board to Jaemin, your smile instantly left.

“Hi.” Jaemin greeted timidly, his more polite and soft tone in contrast to his confident tone of last week.

“Oh it’s you, I didn’t know you were a member.” You said lifelessly, turning your attention back to the board. “Go and take a seat or grab a snack, you’re big enough to figure it out.” 

Jaemin didn’t know how to respond. Last week, you had comebacks for him but now it was as if everything he would say will be something bad. “I- I just signed up today, as a member.” 

“Okay, go and take a seat or something. The others still have classes so it’s going to be a while.” You answered, continuing to write on the board, noticing Jaemin on your peripheral vision just standing there before moving to take a seat.

It was hard not to notice him, the uniform fits him nicely and he looks good in it. He embodied the rich and rebel look without losing its taste.

Jaemin could say the same to you, especially with your current attitude. The uniform made you look like you were born to possess all power there is. You look good in it.

Jaemin was just fidgeting in his seat before thinking ‘Fuck It’ and stood up, leaning by the board so it was hard for you to miss him. “I did something really wrong and I’m so sorry.”

You glared at him, putting the marker down and crossed your arms. “Apology accep-”

“No, no. I don’t want you to accept my apology just yet. I don’t exactly know what I did and I want to make sure I don’t do it again.” Jaemin said, his body now straightening as he looked at you softly. “What did I do? I’m sure it was something I said about the rumors. I’m really really sorry.”

You tried surpassing a smile, which you manage. You could sense the sincerity in his voice and before you could say something, he continued his words. “I’m pretty sure that bar comment was out of line and I’m so so sorry. I never thought of you like that. I’m sorry.”

Before you could reply, the door opened to the door and your club members came in, talking among each other loudly and some greeted you, which you greeted back with a smile.

You turn your attention back to Jaemin. “Let’s talk later, take your seat.”

Jaemin felt like his apology and explanation worked, your face when he left lit up as if the life that swept out when he appeared came back. He also noticed how you were more laid back when discussing the movie the club has watched previously (it was Smaller and Smaller Circles) 

Jaemin admired how you explained the movie in the most intellectual way. He joined the club in hopes to get closer to you, but now he was fully interested with it as you explained important scenes of the movie

“And when you look at this shot, it tells about how the killer sent the boy to the afterlife by the light shining in front-”

“Like the one in Mr. Bean?” Jaemin asked, earning a laugh from the group. Which confused Jaemin since it was a serious questions but when he saw you chuckle as well, he didn’t really mind. “You know, the opening when they dropped Mr. Bean?”

“Yes exactly, that’s what this scene is telling. Now moving on, this scene right here then shows why the title of the movie is Smaller and Smaller Circles.” You said before pressing the clicker which prompted the projector to change into a different photo, showing a scene where the camera is showing the view of a spiral staircase.

The club discussion continued for a couple more minutes, the other members noting their own thoughts and interesting findings of the movie. Before dismissing everyone with an assignment to watch ‘Spirited Away’

Jaemin waited for everyone to leave, waiting behind as you fixed your stuff. When you finished chatting with a member, you noticed how Jaemin was still there. “Why are you still here?”

“Well, originally I wanted to talk to you more but I became more interested with movies now.” Jaemin said, walking up to you with a smile.

You return the smile as the both of you went out the room, Jaemin opening the door for you as the both of you walked leisurely on the way out the school. “Look, you don’t have to keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” Jaemin asked, complete confusion on his face.

“THIS. Talking to me and stuff, I already forgive you. Last week was a misunderstanding and it’s fine, I understand that it was unintentional. We’re good.”

Jaemin shook his head with this before scoffing with disbelief, making you look at him. “I’m genuinely interested with you though.” Like, do you know your brother is one of the most dangerous person out there?

“Well, what’s so interesting about me, Mr. I am the adopted son of one of the richest people in the world and was kicked out from my previous school because I was skipping so much but beyond that you couldn’t find anything else about my life?”

“I knew you found me interesting! You googled me!” Jaemin has a smile on his face as he said this, nudging you slightly, even teasing you a little by making noises you couldn’t even describe.

When he calmed down, he finally answered. “Well get this Ms. I am the daughter of one of the most known family in the world but for some reason still works like a nerd, what if we discuss our super boring life over coffee?”

“I don’t trust you and coffee.” You answered, making your way down the stairs. You wanted to accept his offer, but with your brother putting Doyoung and Yuta in charge over you- you couldn’t simply sneak out like you did before.

“You pick the place and your drink.” Jaemin said, blocking his body to prevent you from coming out the building. “I’ll pay.”

You look at him in disbelief, jokingly acting to be offended. “Excuse me I could buy the entire coffee shop if I want to, I just think I’m a little booked this week.” You said, trying to pass on his other side but he moved as well.

“Please? I really want to get to know you better, we barely have classes together.”

You were about to respond when your phone started ringing, giving Jaemin a look before accepting it without looking at the caller. “Hello?”

“We’re outside, is that you at the entrance? You need help?” You recognize Doyoung’s voice, peering over Jaemin’s arm and saw a car was indeed waiting for you outside.

Since it was just you and Jaemin in an empty hallway, Jaemin could hear slightly the caller. “No, I’m okay. I’m about to head out.” You replied while looking at Jaemin, turning the call off without looking at the phone. “My service is here, I need to go.”

“Wait, wait. Can I get your number at least?” Jaemin said, his eyes pleading at you. 

You gave this a thought, before giving him an apologetic smile. “I don’t have a phone.” You finally managed to push past him and walk towards Doyoung and Yuta, who again opened the door for you as Jaemin watch your figure disappear from the vehicle.

Jaemin has never been more determined to do something in his life.

[writingwhatneedswriting]

My God "Stop talking" is so fucking good//you're one talented person! Could I request a yandere! Jotaro (p3)'s, reaction to reader-whose also a stand user but it's extremely weak in combat, telling him she has a stalker, aka another yandere who is also a strong stand user? I wand d r a m a, and I'm a thirsty hoe jotaro. Preferably a fanfic, but headcanons are alright too!

Aw, thank you so much! It means a lot to know people like my writing. I’m happy to write Yandere!Jotaro. I’ll give you as much drama as I can (and maybe a little NSFW for the funsies <3).  BTW, this will also be a multi-parter cus there’s wayyy too much plot for me to put in just one lol

I will protect you - Y!Jotaro x reader

“Uh, Jotaro,” She asked. God, he loved her voice. The upwards intonation she always used when she said his name made his heart leap into his throat. He adored it. What he wouldn’t gave to make her say his name again and again. Even though they were in the same class, sitting only a desk’s length away, she always seemed so far. Sometimes he listened to her writing her notes, wondering if she ever stopped and just watched him from her vantage point behind him. Given the chance, he’d swap seats and watch her like a hawk all fucking day.  After a moment of silence, he stopped and she said his name again. It sent a shiver down his spine. If he ignored her again, she’d just get grumpy and walk away, so he turned to face her, arm over the back of his chair. He had the time and the chance to talk to her, as class hadn’t started yet. She was the only reason he ever bothered to show up. Well, her and avoiding his mom. “Yeah? What’s the matter?” “I... I need to talk to you about something... could you meet me at lunch, around the back of school?” “Why? What’s your deal?” He grunted. Despite his affections for her, he had a reputation to maintain. He couldn’t just follow her around and bend to her every whim. Not in front of anyone anyways. He watched her eagerly, and then saw it. Her stand manifested, behind her, threading it’s fingers gently through her hair. The thing was useless in a fight, in the middle of one anyway. Total Eclipse could only calm someone down and stop their heart racing. She’d used it on him once, when he’d almost gotten into a fight over her. Still, the fact it had manifested worried Jotaro.  “I... I can’t tell you. Not here. Just, please will you meet me there?” Of course I will. I’d go anywhere, anytime just to see you. Please, tell me you’re going to confess to me. “Yeah, sure. Bring lunch, I don’t want to waste my time.” he grunted, before turning away again.  He could hear the smile on her lips when she laughed. “You know I always make you a bento, Jotaro.” He smiled in return, before wiping it from his face.  ~~~ By the time lunch had rolled around, Jotaro had been waiting for her for ten minutes. He hurried right there to wait for her, whilst she seemed to be lolly-gagging around in the halls somewhere. After a while pondering as to if he was being set-up, that she was luring him there to get him to confess to ruin his reputation, he heard a noise. A peculiar, but familiar noise.  “Jotaro!” she hissed. “Jotaro, I-I’m stuck!” Instead of going the regular route through the halls and out the doors, she was climbing out of the window of what seemed to be the girls bathrooms, her backpack dangling from her fingers as she tried to squeeze through.  How could I ever think she’d do something so cruel? He shook off his prior concerns, before taking the bag and placing it down, before taking her arms and pulling her down, to have her land safely in his embrace. He glanced down at her, eyes locking on her bust for a moment. That must have been what got her stuck in the first place. He smirked, before letting her down with a gentleness many would assume was uncharacteristic of him. She smiled at him, flattening her skirt against her bum and thighs, before sitting down on the grass, prompting Jotaro to do the same as she fished out their bento boxes.  “So, why am I here?” he asked, before gruffly taking his without thanks and starting to eat. She looked down at her own food, gently prodding at it’s contents with her chopsticks. Again, Total Eclipse manifested, toying with her hair again, to soothe her.  “Someone’s stalking me.”  That nearly got Star Platinum out.  “Stalking you?” He asked, no longer thinking of food or confessions. She nodded. “I... I caught him. Last night. My cat wanted to get inside again so, i got up and went to the window and I saw a flash.” She looked up at him. “They were taking photos of me. Since then I’ve... noticed a lot more. I felt someone watching me all the way to school and... I even found a note in my locker.” “Give it to me.” he demanded, putting the chopsticks into the box, before holding his hand out to her. “Give me the note, Y/n.” She tucked a lock of her H/C hair behind her ear, before once again rummaging through her bag, before handing him a pristinely folded bit of paper. He snatched it and opened it, leering at the words it possessed.  “My dearest Y/N, it breaks my heart to know you found my secret. i can only hope that you didn’t see my face when you caught me last night. It is of no consequence. You won’t tell anyone, will you? I’d hate to have to take matters int my own hands.” There was no name signed, and thus no target for Jotaro’s blistering rage. he crumpled up the note and tossed it aside, before looking back at her. “Who is he? Did you see his face? Did you see him?” She didn’t respond, and Total Eclipse’s preening got even more fervent in its attempts to calm her.  “Tell me, Y/N.” he demanded, grabbing her wrist tightly. “You wanted to tell me, right? So tell me!” “Noriaki Kayoin.”

[kvngjoong]

mingi + nsfw a-z

you can tell who my bias is after this, but i’m not apologising. I actually considered myself a soft mingi stan but after this i’m not sure. If this is how i see mingi, my soft baby, idk what hongjoong’s is gonna be like

A: Aftercare

he probably wouldn’t know what to do really, but he would make an attempt. honestly the aftercare would be more centred on him and making sure he is okay bc he is smol and needs to be cared for. but he would still check you’re okay and honestly, the majority of aftercare with mingi is you both making sure all is good, cleaning up a little and probably doing something dumb afterwards like nothing even happened

B: Body part

he likes his shoulders because you like them and for him that’s a big plus. he really likes it when you leave marks on him there because it’s sensitive and because he likes to have a hand in your hair as you straddle him and tell him that he’s a good boy. as for you, he really likes how generally small you are compared to him and that you can still put him in his place and tell him what to do. also probably likes your ass/tiddies since he’s a bit of a newbie

C: Cum

he cums more than the average guy, but he’s good at listening to you and wants to please you, so whatever you want him to do with it, that will happen. he’s a fan of cumming either in your mouth, or on your chest - but he regrets telling you that because now you only let him do that if you think he’s been good enough

D: Dirty Secret

he kinda, really, wants you to choke him. he’s not sure how to approach it, mostly because it’s a topic that isn’t the easiest to approach (and he’s not just gonna say btw babe can you choke me tonight). he tries to encourage it a bit, he’s extra loud when you’re rough with him and you bite him a little harder, but he really wants you to just put your hands around his neck and choke him a little. he would literally cum on the spot

E: Experience

he seems like he would be one of the least experienced in ateez, but that might be wrong. like, he knows what everything is and probably knows about the whole dom/sub thing (hence why he knows he’s a sub, and automatically subs when you guys first do the yanno) but he’s yet to have actually tried a lot of it

F: Favourite Position

as long as you’re on top, he is very content. he likes seeing you bounce on him, so cowgirl or reverse cowgirl is a preference of his that you’re happy to oblige to. he rarely tops (that doesn’t mean he can’t) but when he does he likes it too because he thinks it’s more intimate and again, he likes how small you are underneath him (he can take care of you sometimes, too). so it depends on the mood he’s in, really

G: Goofy

he can be, but he’s not usually. when he’s in a sub mindset he’s there to please you and listen to you. if it’s less of a dom/sub situation, he isn’t impartial to crack a joke here or there, or make you laugh over some weird ass comment he makes. he feels comfortable with you and it shows in his actions. he will mostly roll of your energy though, so if you’re in the mood to take things less seriously, so will he

H: Hair

probably doesn’t shave or manscape, just kinda leaves it. he didn’t know what to do with it so thought doing nothing was the answer, which is fine

I: Intimacy

he can be intimate, but it’s not always. there are special times when he is extra soft and just wants to hold you, which lead to sex and he will top and that will be soft and he will tell you that he loves you and stuff, but that is occasionally and not each time. that isn’t to say there is no intimacy in everything that’s done - he knows that there is love and trust behind everything you do together

J: Jack Off

this is talked about more for yearning, but mingi has been taught by you that to be a good sub he needs to ask you for permission and wait for you before he does anything. he would get a bit of a guilty conscience, especially if you’ve been together a while, if he was to jack off without you giving him permission to do so. this isn’t always the case and he will still occasionally succumb to his urges and run to the bathroom, especially when you’re not around or you’re busy and he needs some relief

K: Kink

considering that, when i started writing san’s version of this, i had to stop to write size difference in all caps on mingi’s version, i think that it is pretty clear mingi has a thing for how small people are next to him. not just height, his everything is big. but he’s also a massive sub. like the biggest sub in ateez. he isn’t a power bottom, he just wants to please and he’s all ears for what you want him to do. he probably doesn’t have it in him to actually dom unless you teach him how to (and maybe he would enjoy that, but he would always be too afraid to actually dom you). other than that, he would be pretty vanilla - but he’s game for anything you want to introduce. he would be pretty vocal if he didn’t like something and he’s not afraid to use the safe word for the reason you introduced it. he wants to please you, but he’s not gonna do something he’s not comfortable with - not that he actually doesn’t like that much in the end, anyway

L: Location

prefers the privacy of his/your own home, though is open to anywhere with a locked door or at least some cover from other people seeing. his favourite is and always will be when you’re at home and things are comfortable. it gives you both some breathing space and you’re free to do whatever you want to, without the real world distractions and people disturbing

M: Motivation

kind of typical stuff, really - likes it when you send him pictures to tease him, and sometimes it’s a though that pops into his head and he’ll tell you the thought in the hopes you will incorporate it. when he’s bored his mind might drift off and he’ll recall when you did something he really likes and he’ll remember it for later. he initiates things quite a bit, since it doesn’t take all that much for him to get going

N: NO

one time you suggest a threesome to mingi and he was umming and ahhing about it for a while, but after careful consideration he realised that he really doesn’t like it for two reasons: he wants you to himself and he is pretty shy and doesn’t particularly want anyone involved in what he’s doing. nothing personal on them, he just doesn’t anyone involved in activities like this unless its you (because he loves you), nor does he want to see you treat anyone like you treat him. he won’t be told otherwise

O: Oral

loves when you suck him off but knows that you’re not always gonna do that unless he asks really nicely (or he’s done something that impresses you, turns you on, or pleases you) so it isn’t the most regular thing - as in, it does happen, but not every day or anything since you both can do foreplay in loads of different ways, and when it does happen he really enjoys it. also likes giving because he likes when you pull his hair and likes getting you off, too. does he have some kind of pain kink? probably. likes it when you pull his hair hard

P: Pace

you control the pace, not him. he likes it slow and then fast towards the end, but he told you that and now you use it against him. whatever you’re in the mood for - you’re in control with him

Q: Quickie

not impartial to them, happy to be part of one, but prefers it not to be. he doesn’t mind when you give him head under the table, but since he’s a sub it’s a bit more difficult for a quickie between the two of you. unless you’re telling him exactly what to do and you’re instructing him specifically on picking you up, pushing you against the door and rawing you, then there’s not much else to do

R: Risk

the poor bby does not want someone walking in on him, despite his confidence. mostly because he shows his sub side to you and only you. it would be weird if one of his hyungs (especially 98 line) ever caught him being your sub. so he likes to do things away from people he knows. he’s not so bothered if there’s a risk of someone he doesn’t know catching him, like one of your friends that he doesn’t know. so maybe you could get away with a cinema hand job

S: Stamina

i keep saying that they are performers so can go for a while, but mingi is on the same level as san when it comes to stamina - he can go a couple of rounds and then still go out afterwards to get food or whatever. he has a lot of energy and usually doesn't use it all during sex. he may, however, get kinda tired during overstimulation and whilst he will ask you for more, he can barely keep his eyes open and he does kinda just wanna lay down for two minutes so he can collect himself. whatever you want him to do though, he can and will do it

T: Toy

he’s not the biggest fan? but he honestly doesn’t have a preference. if you like using them on him then it’s cool, as long as you tell him first and don’t surprise him with it. when it comes to you it’s a bit of a different story. one time you ask him to use one on you and he has no idea what to do with it, but with some instructions he’s got it down and knows what he’s doing. he liked watching you get off but he’s not sure if he’ll do it again because he knows you asked him to use it instead of him getting you off himself. he has a love hate relationship with them

U: Unfair

he’s not a tease at all, at least not intentionally. he does it more as a joke and he takes pride in knowing that you think he’s really fucking hot when he’s performing. however that doesn’t mean he will do things intentionally to tease you. he usually does it to show off to you (like, baby check out my abs on national television) or to get some kind of reaction from you. he won’t admit to it, but he does kind of like it when you tease him. he likes the build up

V: Volume

he’s loud, and there’s no stopping him on that. he will usually whine and moan, but he’s talkative too. more so than most. he doesn’t ever talk back to you but usually he will be happy to answer you and you will never have to ask him to use his words because he’s way too eager to not speak. even when he’s laying back against the headboard and you’re overstimulating him, he’ll still have it in him to ask for more (he will never say stop)

W: Wild Card

mingi likes to be told what to do. he wants to please you so appreciates the help that you give when you tell him how he can get you off, however when it comes to eating you out he likes to take a bit of the control away from you. he goes off when he’s giving head, he loves how sweet you taste and he will always find it in him to put all of his effort into pleasing you, without needing you to tell him what to do and when to do it. he watched videos and everything on how he can improve. like before, he does really like it when you pull his hair and the feeling of the pain, like when you bite him or leave marks on him, turns him on way more and keeps him going for longer. he will probably tell you he likes it in the hopes you’ll do it more often

X: X-Ray

look, there’s a video which is pretty clear, so it doesn’t need much explaining - you know my thoughts on this given how big he is

Y: Yearning

he’s probably a bit more on the needier side. he needs a lot of attention in general, but this also applies to sex. he can go a while without anything from you if it’s completely unavoidable, but if you’re both free then he’ll be wondering why you’re not together? that being said, he does have a lot of self control, mostly that you taught him, and he can be patient when needed. it’s a wonderful ability you’ve taught him, because now when you send him pics on snapchat he isn’t having to run to the bathroom (mostly because you told him he can’t do that without permission, but that’s another story)

Z: ZZZ

he doesn’t often sleep straight after sex, mostly because he’s a ball of energy that can’t be contained and afterwards he would be super talkative and just want to chat shit with you about whatever. even if you’re just laying there he will find something to talk about. if you’re up for it though, he is down for a late night/early morning walk (or smth cute like sitting on the balcony or window sill looking up at the stars talking about space and life etc)

[darling-i-read-it]

A-Z Fluff With Mark Renton

Mark Renton x reader

Warnings: drugs

Requested: by anon, can we have dating hcs, sfw hcs and nsfw hcs for Alex law and mark Renton please 🥺🥺 thank you 

Author’s Note: Last one! I hope you’ve enjoyed them darling!

A = Activities (What kind of things do you do?)

You like to get food and just hang out around his place (if he has one which is usually debatable and you have to check in every few weeks)

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

No. I mean, young Mark would never want a kid. Older reformed Mark perhaps.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Not very closely usually. Sometimes you’ll get him holding you or his head on your chest as he falls asleep.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Dates are usually pretty uneventful. They aren't very out there, it’s basic stuff and on occasion it can get pretty shady. There were a few you would have rather not been at but you went anyway because why not

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)

You’re his cure

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he was in love with you when he had been sober a few days but not many and trying hard to get through it and you were there the whole time. The very worst, the very rock bottom you were there. He didn't’ have anyone who was beside him through that really. 

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He is not gentle usually. Sometimes but not usually. 

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Mark will hold your hand and swing them back and forth like a child. It’s actually really cute. 

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He remembers thinking you were really chill. You seemed pretty laid back and like someone he could get to know. He met you through Sick Boy actually so he knew you were a little wild. 

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Sometimes. Like it isn’t a regular occurrence but it did happen if someone was getting too close at a bar where you were too intoxicated to know how to really tell them to get away. He was usually pretty drunk too though so it never ended well

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Sloppily but also professionally. Never underestimate a Mark Renton kiss. 

L = Love (Who says ˜I love you™ first?)

You did. When he was at his lowest so that he always knew that you loved him because he would always be better than that moment. 

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?) 

He remembers when you used to go out clubbing before you were actually together. Watching you dance without a care in the world had always been a memory he held close to his heart. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He doesn’t have any money at all and can barely get by for himself but he had stolen you a necklace before

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Rosy pink. 

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweetheart, babe

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Record players.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He likes the rain actually. Sometimes he’ll take you on a walk out there and the two of you will get into trouble and talk about shitty businesses. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

I don’t wanna say drugs so I’m gonna say music 

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He likes to talk about how fucked the world is. Hear your theories about things. How much he liked to have those kinds of conversations. Are aliens real? Do you think drugs were made addictive by the government? Usually he was debunked by your science but he still liked it. 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?). 

Sleeping, watching some telly and eating some crummy food

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He’s proud he’s been in a relationship with you for as long as he has frankly. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He doesn’t propose. Even if you’ve been dating for ages it’s just hard for me to see him getting married even after the first movie...but who knows

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Maybe one day. One day. 

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A cat

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing​, @records-and-stardust​ @broodybats​ @starwarsprequelfangirl​ @ah-callie​ @rai-strangebr​ @whyisgmora​ @fandxmnerd​ @ewanfuckingmcgregor​ @peterpstuff​ @stardancerluv​

[ashintheairlikesnow]

The Rescue: Danny’s Mom

for the Anon who asked what Danny’s mom said to him that affected him so badly, this one is for you!

CW: Implied/referenced past violence/ sexual assault (vague), emotional abuse

His parents are coming.

There is no life before Abraham.

He’s at a small town police station somewhere in Alberta, and Ryan called their parents just to get Danny back to California faster, and the Alberta cops aren’t happy about it and Danny isn’t either, but he doesn’t say anything.

He’s having trouble following things here - police officers go in and out, sometimes people in regular clothes he thinks are detectives. They keep calling him by the old name, the one that isn’t his anymore, and he can’t seem to make anyone understand that he’s not allowed that name. That name belonged to a person, and he isn’t one.

My name is Red and I belong to Abraham Denner.

He keeps trying to explain, but they don’t listen to him. 

They keep calling him Daniel or Mr. Michaelson, and he tries not to answer to it, because it’s not his name now, it’s against the rules, but he’s so tired and eventually he gives up and just hopes no one will hurt him.

They keep trying to get him to wash his own face, but he makes himself so small that they give up and leave the damp paper towel on the table. They brought him a blanket and he shied away from it until they left. He’s wrapped in it now against the air in the chilly room.

He said thank you, though. He says thank you for everything they bring, because you have to be grateful to be good.

They bring him band-aids he doesn’t want, because after so many months with the thing on his face he doesn’t want anything to cover up even an inch of the skin there ever, ever again. No one orders him to put them on so he leaves them in a pile on the table.

The air over the raw, open wounds across his nose and cheekbones and jaw burns and it hurts and it feels like heaven.

They bring him food while they question Nate in one of the other places in this building, but they don’t tell him if he’s allowed to eat it, so it goes cold and they look disappointed that he wasn’t hungry and take it away again. I was hungry, he thinks, desperately, please I haven’t eaten since last night and Abraham only gave me a little but he doesn’t get to ask, that’s not how it works, he has to wait until permission is given.

Puppies beg when their owners want to hear them, and otherwise they wait to be fed.

When they take the food away he has to bite his lower lip until it hurts to keep from crying at the loss. It had looked like so much food, too, maybe even enough to feel full, and he hasn’t been given that much food unless he is very good in so long. But it’s gone, and they never let him eat it. Why would they even bring it if they weren’t going to give him permission?

They brought a mug of awful weak coffee, and that time Nate was in the room - they keep taking Nate to ask him questions and then letting him come back in for a while and then taking him back so he can answer all of the same questions asked by someone else - and Nate knew to tell him that it was okay to drink it, so he’s had a full mug of that. It helped his stomach stop growling, at least, and the detective who brought it to him smiled when he told her thank you.

He is very thankful for the coffee.

He is grateful, he is following the rules, he is good.

I want to be good, please tell me what good means here.

The detective who brought him the coffee came back a few minutes ago to tell the puppy she thinks is Danny that his parents will be here soon, and his brother is going to come in with them. Ryan was here earlier, and Danny remembers him the best, the most - Abraham took everything, but he couldn’t take Ryan away.

Ryan came for him alone at first. It was Ryan the Alberta cops called when they decided Nate was telling the truth, that the damaged man in front of them resembled a missing persons’ photo of Daniel Michaelson that the cops in California sent up to them to verify.

They asked him if he had anyone to call, and Danny could only remember Ryan’s number and no one else’s, but now his parents are coming, too, and he doesn’t want them here.

There is still enough of who he used to be that Danny no sooner thinks about not wanting his parents to come into this police station - he hasn’t spoken to them for more than a couple of strained phone calls since five and a half years ago - than he hears the voices of relatives and friends and Michaelson Logging business partners hiss, you should be more grateful, the others at that group home would have killed to adopted by them, they’ll make this all happen faster, you should be more grateful.

Be grateful.

He still sits in the same room where they first brought him, a break room or something. The walls are a weirdly dark beige, and there’s a couch older than him he doesn’t dare sit in. He feels like he thought police stations in Canada would be different, somehow, but mostly all that changes is the labels on some of the snacks in the vending machines. Everything else is mostly the same.

He should really be on the floor, but when he tried to sit down on the tile when he first came in everyone got upset and told him to get into a chair, and Nate said it was okay, so he’s still there in the folding chair, sitting at a small card table with his shoulders hunched nearly to his ears, blanket pulled tightly around himself.

Only people get to use the furniture. Dogs sit on the floor.

But if they told him to sit in the chair, that makes it okay, right? Sometimes Bram let him sit on the couch if he was good, if he curled up against him, if he sought out the affection he didn’t want, that he hated. If he sat, miserable and shaking, and tried to pretend that he was happy.

Pl-please, please R-R-Red, wake up, y-you have to c-c-come back to m, to me, he’d heard Nate’s voice, choked with tears and guilt and terror, felt the thumbs slip across his wounded face when the muzzle came off, felt Nate’s forehead lean in to just touch his, the slightest hint of warmth. Or someone else felt it, someone else heard, while Danny was still buried deep inside himself. Please, G-God, please, th-there has to be enough of y-y-you left to s-save.

Pl-please, please t-tell me I w-w-wasn’t too late.

There are vending machines along a corner; three food ones, one that has soda and water, and finally a coffee one. He stares longingly at the coffee vending machine, but he can’t ask for money, and it’s not like he and Nate have any.

Maybe when Ryan comes back? Ryan will see him looking at the vending machine and maybe know what he wants and give him money and permission. Ryan used to make fun of him for wanting to get coffee out of the vending machine at every single rest stop during their dad’s mandatory family bonding road trip the summer he turned sixteen.

Danny sits up, blinking, surprised at the sudden clarity of the memory. He never remembers anything anymore, but all at once he remembers this.

He looks around the dingy room with its yellowed florescent lighting and tries to think of the last time he remembered anything from before as clearly as he remembers Ryan, fourteen years old and all elbows and knees and careless laughter, mocking Danny as he fed quarters into the machine and watched it pour his steaming hot coffee into a little cup.

There is no life before Abraham.

But there was, there had been, and Abraham couldn’t punish him for remembering it anymore. Danny takes a quick, shallow breath, and the memory of his affectionate irritation with his little brother - he can even remember what state they were in, it was Illinois and the land was so flat, the sky had felt so immense and like it could crash down on them at any moment - feels like a gift.

Be grateful for every gift you are given.

“Thank you,” He whispers, and he’s not sure who he’s thanking, but it’s safer to say thank you anyway, to follow the rules even if Nate tells him he doesn’t have to anymore. “Thank you for Ryan.”

He’s wearing the same thin cotton pj pants he had on when they drove away from the cabin, the tops of his thighs marked with soot stains from Nate’s hands, a smear of black across his cheekbone and on the shoulder of his shirt. He still smells a little like the smoke, he thinks, and Nate’s clothes had smelled faintly of the gasoline he’d poured all around the cabin before he lit the flames.

The only thing they’ve already taken is the leather dog collar from around his neck, sliding it off. The cops had hissed softly through their teeth at the rubbed-raw scars underneath, removing the collar while wearing plastic gloves, putting it into a large ziploc bag and taking it away. Danny had watched it go with a pounding, terrified heartbeat.

He wasn’t allowed to take it off. Only Bram was allowed to take the dog collar off, only Bram, not even Nate was allowed.

But no one came to punish him for it, and after a while someone told Nate that Abraham was handcuffed to a hospital bed being treated for smoke inhalation, that he had been conscious but couldn’t speak, had no voice beyond a whisper.

Good, Nate had said in a low, steady voice, his hand on Danny’s shoulder. D-D-Don’t let h-him sp, speak. Whatever y-you do, don’t l-let him speak.

Danny’s parents are coming, and Ryan said they’re bringing new clothes for him and some things Nate can wear, too, so the cops can take the clothes they have on for evidence.

He hears Ryan before he sees anyone, and Danny listens to his brother’s rapid-fire speech, clearly filling Corrine and Patrick in on everything as they come closer. “You really should talk to the trauma expert first,” Ryan is saying.

“He’s my son, Ryan, I don’t need to do any such thing,” Patrick rumbles in his low, deep voice.

Oh, Danny thinks in a sudden bitter burst of the person he was before he became the dog, oh, now I’m your fucking son all of a sudden. Must be a photographer somewhere to impress.

Danny blinks, sitting quickly back into his hunch, face burning with worry at the rebellious, disobedient thoughts. The cursing angry person inside of him that he normally kept pushed far, far down beneath Red.

There was no life before Abraham.

I want to be good.

“I’m sure Danny will be glad to hear that,” Ryan says, and there’s a dry, sarcastic note to his warm voice that makes Danny smile, just the barest bit. Even Ryan knows better than to buy Patrick’s he’s my son thing. “But look, I had to talk to Rosalie Laurent before I got to see him and it really might be a good idea if you did, too-”

“Just fill us in.” Corrine’s voice now, breezy and unworried. No doubt they tried to stop her at the front desk and she simply breezed past them, the way she has always flashed her rings and her wealth and the steely determination in her dark brown eyes and breezed past any objection.

How does he know so much about them when he can barely remember their faces?

There was nothing before Abraham, and there is nothing after.

But this was before, and after, and this was something.

“Okay, fine.” Ryan sighs, heavily, and Danny knows they’ve stopped right outside the door, now, though he can’t see them yet. “Listen to me. Don’t try to touch him yet, he doesn’t like that. The trauma expert said he, um, he was touched a lot against his will-”

“Oh my God,” Corrine says, in a voice that blends horrified disgust and a certain kind of awful fascination. “Ryan, you’re not saying-”

“It’s not my place to say. That’s all medical stuff and I’m not going to share it with anyone. They only told me because I was listed on Danny’s old primary care records as his next-of-kin and emergency contact.” Ryan’s got a stubborn note in his voice now.

“But we’re his parents,” Corrine says, voice faltering a little.

“Mom, you haven’t been an emergency contact since junior year, don’t do this. I’m the only one on the list, so the information stays with me.”

Thank you, Danny thinks, wants to say, wants so badly. Thank you for standing up for me. I am so grateful for you, I am good.

“I suppose I can understand that,” Corrine says finally, hesitantly.

“Right. Good. So don’t try to touch him. And don’t speak too loudly or move too quickly, he’s really scared of everything right now. Please just give him lots of space, speak softly, and don’t feel bad if he acts like he doesn’t remember you. Dr. Laurent said he dissociates as a coping mechanism-”

“The trauma expert is a doctor?” Corrine asks, curious.

“She has a doctorate,” Ryan replies. “She’s not, like, a medical doctor, but she’s honestly been more helpful than any of them were, so-”

“Fine, fine, fine.” As Patrick speaks, Danny closes his eyes and thinks he can see Patrick Michaelson counting the words off on his fingers. Another thing he doesn’t remember because he is not allowed but he does remember, anyway. “Don’t touch, don’t speak loudly, don’t move quickly, don’t be upset if he’s… distant. Is that all?”

“And call him Red. Yeah.” Ryan takes a deep breath, loudly enough that Danny can hear it even through the door. “And just… be nice to him, okay?”

“When have we ever not been nice to him?” Corrine asks, offended.

“We’ve only ever treated Danny just like he’s part of our family, Ryan.” Patrick’s voice dips into disappointment, not quite insulted, not quite injured. “We missed him.”

The angry Daniel Michaelson raises his head once again to hiss that’s news to me, Patrick, before Danny jams that person back down in a flare of panic. He wasn’t Daniel Michaelson now, he was Red.

I want to be good.

But I don’t want to be good for them.

But I have to be good.

I want to be good.

Ryan opens the door, coming in first, carrying a couple of plastic bags by one hand, flashing Danny a soft, hesitant smile. Their first reunion hadn’t gone the way Ryan had wanted, Danny knew, and he felt guilty that he couldn’t be good enough to be Danny for Ryan, but Red was safer.

Red followed the rules.

“Hey, Red,” Ryan says, clearly struggling with the name Abraham had given him, flashing an expression of disgust. “I brought Mom and Dad by. They’re going to help you get back to America a little faster. They brought your passport and stuff… they wanted to see you.”

They wanted to be photographed coming in to see me, you mean. They want to be in the papers, they want to be good parents for the press like they’ve always been, everything for the company, everything for the press.

Shut up. Stop it. Be good.

Think good thoughts.

Think Red thoughts.

My name is Red and I belong to Abraham Denner. Just the puppy. Puppies are good. Puppies want to be good.

My name is Red.

The thought calms him, and he nods slowly, pushing himself out of his chair to stand, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. He’s hunched over, but still taller than any of them and he knows it, and he feels strange and stretched out as Corrine and Patrick Michaelson enter the room.

They look a little older than four years ago, maybe, but not by much. Corrine is, as usual, impeccably and perfectly dressed, sliding her deep teal peacoat off her shoulders to reveal a sweater that shows only a hint of one bare brown shoulder. Patrick’s wearing a suit, looking like he had come straight from a business meeting - a little rumpled where Corrine has not one hair out of place.

Just like always, in the memories he doesn’t have but which bleed around Abraham’s training and whisper in his mind anyway.

Danny tries on a thin smile for them, fixing his eyes somewhere near their feet, noting Corrine’s heels clicking on the tile as she moves closer to him. His heart starts to speed up, beating so fast he’s nearly dizzy from the rush of blood.

Stay back.

(don’t pull away from me, little Red)

Please don’t get that close.

“We’re so happy they found you,” Corrine says in a rush of perfectly practiced sincerity. “Oh, Danny-”

“Red, honey,” Patrick rumbles from just behind her, keeping his distance. Danny is so grateful for the distance, right now, with the same ferocity he used to be furious with it before. “Remember? Ryan said to call him Red for now.”

“M-My name is Red,” Danny offers, in a halting, soft voice. “My name is Red and I belong-”

“It’s okay, Red,” Ryan soothes him, setting the bags down on a table, pulling out a sweater and a pair of jeans. “I told them already. I brought you some stuff to wear back. These might be big on you now, you’ve… um, lost some weight… but they’ll get us home and we can buy more then, yeah?”

Danny just nods, staring still at Corrine’s shoes, which are moving closer to him, closer and closer and they’re too close.

Corrine moves up to him and takes his face in her hands, lifting it to meet her eyes. He can’t flinch. He’s not allowed.

Stop touching me stop touching me stop touching me

Never reject a touch

Never pull away

(don’t you want to be good?)

I want to be good

Danny goes still, staring at her with eyes that are too wide and frightened to truly see. The  warmth of her hands makes his skin crawl, his heart pound.

He wants to pull away from her, he wants to tear away and hide in the corner, he wants he wants he wants but he is the puppy and puppies don’t get to want, they do what they’re told, so he holds himself still. He just has to try harder.

Danny whispers, “I can be good.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Corrine says, lifting his face to the light, her eyes focused on the ring of red, raw open wounds around his face. “Oh sweetie, look at how awful this is.”

“He knows, Mom, don’t touch him.“ Ryan looks up, warm amber eyes narrowed. “Let go of him, he doesn’t want to be touched right now. He doesn’t like being touched.”

Corrine ignores her younger son, running her finger along the notch cut deeply into each side of his jaw. There’s a trail left behind, hot shame burning the ring in his face.

He can feel her eyes on the ridge cut hard into the top of his nose, and Danny feels bile in his throat that he has to fight back with a constant drumbeat of be good be good be good.

“Mom! Let go of him, he doesn’t like that!” Ryan snaps the words, and Danny fights back a wince at the sound of his defensive anger.

Pets don’t get to be angry.

“Honey, he’s fine, look, he doesn’t mind. Do you mind, Danny?“

I’m not Danny anymore. I’m not anyone.

“Whatever you want,” He repeats, numbly, trying not to throw up all over her.

“He’s not allowed to tell you if he minds, Mom, it was a whole thing that asshole did to him! Just drop your fucking hands!”

“Language, Ryan,” Patrick warns, but turns to Corrine. “Darling, he did speak to the expert, you should-”

“Just a moment,” Corrine murmurs.

Ryan moves to pull her back, but before he can reach out to her, Corrine looks Danny right in the eyes.

The look on her face is one of supreme isn’t this what we always expected of you, and it’s a look Danny has seen so many times before, in the life he was told to forget.

It has never hurt quite like this.

(I love it when you cry for me, little Red. Are you going to cry now? That’s my good, good boy…)

She has blurred in his vision, his eyes helpfully filling with tears so he can’t see the look on her face any longer, but it doesn’t protect him.

Corrine shakes her head and says, in a tone of mixed disappointment and the faded sort of conditional affection that she has always felt for him in place of love, “Oh, Danny, how could you let him do this to you? How could you let that happen to your face?”

[ask-lambert-egitte-blaiddyd]

Hello Your Majesty. My name is Raine. I have been told that I am the illegitimate son of your brother, Rufus, considering that I have a Major Crest of Blaiddyd. Now that I have actually seen you (even if it is just you as a ghost), I can see our resemblance. I apologize if I sound awkward as I am still getting used to speaking on a regular basis. It is nice to meet you, and I look forward to talking to you in the future. ~R. M. D.

I... I have a nephew? I- That's-

(he takes a moment to collect himself)

My apologies, this news caught me off my guard. It's wonderful new though, and also a bit disappointing. I doubt my brother makes for even a tolerable father, if he's even been a father to you at all. Anyway, I welcome you to our family. We will do our best to make you feel comfortable and at home around us, as any real family should feel like. And please, do not worry about sounding awkward, you may speak however you like, and I doubt that it's an easy thing to confess being kin to a stranger.

If I may ask, how old are you? And do you have any parents that are taking care of you? I know these are both rather personal questions but... I'm afraid I feel I must ask them for your safety.

Ah, b-but most importantly, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Raine. I would also enjoy our continued speaking to eachother.

[chickensarentcheap]

Sanctuary - Chapter 20

Warnings: none really

Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @valkyrie-of-the-light

She stares at the cellphone in her hands; trying desperately to keep back the flood of tears that threaten. Tears of worry. Sadness. Relief. Anger, even. And frustration. So much frustration. That he’s been sent into yet another shitty situation.

 It’s willingly.  Offering himself up for people that don’t even know him, putting himself into harms way like some sort of sacrificial lamb for strangers that…for the most part…don’t understand the choices he has to make on their behalf. The danger he puts himself in. The lives he has to take. The way that he’ll have to escape death just trying to keep them alive.  Most never express thanks: very few of those who are rescued -and even less of their families- ever offer up even the smallest bit of gratitude. He’s being paid, they figure. He’s taking the money. Isn’t that enough gratitude?

“Mommy?” TJ is at her side, looking up at her with those huge blue eyes. One of which is going to be black and blue in a few hours; Millie had caught him square in the face with a right hook.  A knee to the face causing a bloody nose.

“Let me see…” she sets her cell phone down and hooks a finger under his chin, tilting his head backwards. “She got you pretty good, huh?”

He nods, not even flinching when her fingertips press against the swollen orbital bone and the bridge of his nose.

Definitely his father’s son.

“Well nothing’s broken,” she says, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.

She’s tended to many of her husband’s injuries. Seen a lot of bloody noses and black eyes and a hell of a lot worse. Fractured ribs, both stab and gunshot wounds.  She’s pulled shards of glass and other debris out of his skin with a pair of tweezers. In Dhaka she’d stitched up a wound on his right bicep with a needle and run of the mill sewing thread. Without anything to dull the pain.  And she’s seen the aftermath of shoulder and knee replacements; the one that would clean the incisions and apply fresh bandaging when homecare nurses weren’t able to make it.

He holds up a sandwich bag with near melted ice cubes in, and she takes it to the sink and dumps it out before adding fresh cubes from the freezer and tying the bag up tight. “Does she look worse than you?” she asks, as she presses the ice to the bridge of his nose.

“I didn’t hit her back, mommy. She’s a girl.  Daddy said never to hit a girl. No matter what. That it’s wrong. Did daddy ever hit you?”

“Daddy knows better. He knows I’d drop him. But he wouldn’t do that, anyway.  He’d never hit any girl. Especially me.”

“I’d beat him up. If you did. Just so you know.”

She leans down and presses a kiss to his lips.  “You keep the ice on it for a little while longer, okay? Just to keep the swelling down. You’re going to have a hell of a shiner tomorrow. You’ll get to show that off to daddy when he video chats with you guys. He wanted me to tell you that he’s safe and sound in Ireland. And that he loves you and misses you. He misses you so much.”

“I miss him too. Maybe he won’t be gone for very long.”

“Maybe. Hopefully. Here…” she takes his hand and places it against the back of ice against his nose. Then moves to the freezer once again and takes out three popsicles. “One for you and Tanner and one for Ovi. Can you ask him to watch you guys for a little bit longer? There’s something I need to do. Someone I need to call. Can you ask him, please?”

Her son nods, then turns his face up for another kiss.

“You’re my favourite,” she says with a wink, and pecks his lips. “And be careful out there, please. I don’t need you breaking an arm or a leg. Or a neck. Just take it easy, okay?”

“Okay mommy,” he chirps, as he rushes from the kitchen. Nearly colliding with the glass patio door that he’d forgotten he’d shut behind him.

“Tyler…” she sighs. “…really?”

“Ooops,” he giggles, then gives a shrug as he hurries outside.

She stands over the sink and watches him through the window, bounding across the deck in his bare feet, leaping from the top step and hitting the ground running. The landing never even breaking his stride; those long, lanky legs carrying him through the grass to where Ovi is pushing Declan in the baby swing and Tanner in the regular sized one.  TJ begins handing out the popsicles and explains to Ovi what she had asked, and the teenager looks up towards the house and gives her an okay sign.

***

Picking up her cell phone, she flips open the cover of the case and plucks a business card from the inside fold.  She wasn’t planning on hanging onto it; she’d taken their conversation at the park as a one off and was going to just throw the card away and get on with her life. Satisfied that she’d been able to give him the absolution that he’d desperately searching for. Finally able to put that long and dark chapter of her life behind her.

Instead, she finds herself dialling the number, leaning sideways against the counter as it rings on the other end. Nervously drumming her fingertips against the granite, tapping one foot against the floor.

“Are you busy?” she inquires, before he even manages to get a whole greeting out.

“Esme?” Shocked. But pleased.

“I really need to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes? I wouldn’t have called you if this wasn’t important. If I didn’t think you were the right person to go to.”

“I’ve got some time to spare. Anything for you. You know what. What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Tyler’s in Ireland. On a job. And I don’t trust the person that he’s working with. The one that asked him for his help to begin with. I need you to look some things up for me. I’d do it myself, but with four kids to manage on my own…”

“Let me just grab a piece of paper and pen…” there’s a slight rustling noise as he searches for the items in question.  “…go ahead. What is it?”

“I need you to look up the name Michael McCann. M…C…capital C…A…N…N…”

“Got it.”

“He says he’s ex IRA. I’m worried he’s still active IRA. That should be available info, right?”

“Should be. There’s always articles about those guys. They’ve been a little quiet the last couple of years, but there’s bound to be something. You know what his role was? Or might still be?”

“By the sounds of things, he might have been…or still is…some kind of intel. An inside man. He knows a lot of secrets. He’s done a lot of dirty work for them.  He might still be doing dirty work for them. That’s what I need you to find out. I need to know what this guy’s story is. The real story. Not the line that he’s been feeding Tyler.”

“Is he falling for it? The line?”

“No. I think he’s starting to realize that something isn’t quite right.  None of this is sitting right, Mark. It’s leaving a bad taste in my mouth. He is not who he says he is. He came to Tyler for help. He suddenly just showed up in Telluride one day. Said he’d even followed him while he was in Guatemala.”

“How did he know Tyler was in Guatemala?”

“There’s someone giving him information. Someone that works for Nik. I haven’t even started to look into that yet. But I will. This guy says that he tracked Tyler down through me. That he’d heard about what happened in Dhaka and somehow my name got out there as being connected to it. Which is weird, because Nik said she kept that on the downlow. I don’t even have a personal file with her. I was a ghost. I didn’t even exist as far as the outside world was concerned.”

“The worldwide web is vast, Esme. You can find information on anyone. And if he heard your name and somehow connected that to this Nik…”

“He told Tyler that someone I used to work with told him my name. Which makes no sense because how would that person even know I was in Dhaka? And how would they tie me to Tyler? We weren’t married then. I still had my maiden name. So where would they get Esme Rake from? It makes no sense.”

“Well they’ve gotten it somewhere. Information is easy to find if you know the right people. And have the right amount of cash.”

She sighs. “I suppose so.”

“This guy just showed up? In Telluride?”

“He asked Tyler for help. Said that his wife and his kids were taken by the IRA. Had videos of them and everything. All bound up, beaten to shit. I didn’t see them. Tyler watched them. He said they were legit. And Tyler’s instincts are never wrong. He’s being doing this a long time. He knows when something is bullshit. He would have known right away if it was just a game. He doesn’t just jump blindly into things.”

“Could it be some kind of elaborate ruse? It isn’t unlike terrorist organizations to do pull out all the stops. It could be someone that is after Tyler. Someone that feels slighted. Someone he crossed paths with or got the drop on.”

“Tyler says he’s never dealt with the IRA. He’s never even been to Ireland. Until now.”

“Doesn’t mean someone he’s pissed off doesn’t have connections to them. Strong enough connections that they’d do a favour for them. Loyalty runs deep, Esme. And money runs even deeper. I’m sure Tyler’s pissed off a lot of people. Not that I don’t agree with what he does. Because I do. I’m quite fond of vigilantism myself. I admire him for taking on other peoples’ shit and doing the dirty jobs no one else wants to do.”

“So what do you think?” she asks, as she moves to the fridge, opening it and taking out a bottle of water. Fingers briefly lingering on the wine before changing her mind and shutting the door with her hip. “Sounds weird, right?”

“I’ve heard weirder, to be honest. Could be something. Could be nothing. I’ll look into it for you.”

“Off the books, right?”

“What do you mean? What…?”

“Mark, I know what you do. My mom told me. I know you’re FBI.”

He sighs.

“You didn’t have to keep it a secret. It’s no big deal. So you’re a Fed, so what? This means you have connections, right? You have ways of finding out shit that normal people wouldn’t be able to do? And you must know people that know people. People that have even farther reach and deeper connections. Right?”

“Esme…”

“This is between the two of us. I do not want this getting out there. And I especially do not want Tyler finding out. Not yet. Not until you dig something up. If there is anything to dig up. Can you do that for me? Everything off the books? Between us?”

“I can. I probably shouldn’t. But I can.”

She sips her water, glances out the window and watches Ovi and the kids are they feed the chickens and goats. “There’s something else.”

“Go ahead.”

“I know this is a lot to ask of you. So feel free to tell me to fuck off.”

“I’ve gotten myself in this far. Might as well jump right into the deep end. What is it?”

“Do you know anyone in Ireland? And by that I mean people like you. Feds. Ex Feds. Ex Marines even?”

“I know a couple. Why?”

“If I send you Tyler’s info…his cell number, his SAT number, where he’s staying…can you get someone to monitor all that?”

“Doesn’t he have his own people keeping an eye on him?”

“An extra pair of eyes wouldn’t hurt. I just want someone to watch out for him. He’s going into this alone, Mark. With nothing but the word of this McCann guy to go on. If something goes wrong and Tyler’s people can’t reach him or find him…”

“You’re really stirring the shit pot here. I highly doubt he wants you doing all this. What’s going to happen when he finds out? Because he will. Find out.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Please Mark. I need your help. And I know you can do this. This isn’t easy for me. Asking for help. Especially from you. And it can’t be easy for you either. Me asking for help for something that involves my husband.”

“It’s a little…awkward,” he admits.

“He saved me, Mark. In every way a person can be saved. My life was so different after we broke up. I was in a really dark place that I didn’t think I’d ever get out of. That I didn’t know if I really wanted to get out of. I became a completely different person than the one you remember. Tyler came into my life at a time where I needed someone the most.  And it shouldn’t have happened the way it did. It was stupid and it was dangerous, and it never should have gone down like that. But it did. And I don’t regret it. I don’t regret falling in love with him. Or staying in Australia. Or getting married and having kids. His kids. You said you just wanted me to be happy.”

“I do. That’s all I want, Esme.”

“Then help me. Please. Because I can’t lose him, Mark. I almost lost him once. And this time I don’t want to lose him for good. I need your help. And that’s what would make me happy.”

He sighs heavily. “Send me the information. Email. I have an account on a protected server. I’m sending you the address now.”

And with that, he disconnects the call.

 *****

Tyler’s not sure how long how he’d been asleep for. After devouring three orders from room service and opening up another bottle of scotch, he’d stretched on one of the beds to watch the local news. Fully intending on staying up in case Yaz had already gotten to work and was able to dig up some information to send him.  He’s still lying on his stomach in middle of the bed; fully dressed, sheets and blankets not even turned down, his cell phone lying next to him, feet up by the headboard. Jolted awake by a sharp rap of knuckles upon the door.  

His head swims: a mixture of booze and the painkillers he’d taken after he ate.  A dull ache in the base of his neck as he places his chin on the forearm he’d been using as a pillow, eyes blinking against the harsh light of the cell phone screen within the dark room.

12:53.

His time? Colorado time? He doesn’t even know anymore. It couldn’t be the latter. Not if it had already been one in the afternoon when he spoke to Esme. He was tired; but he wasn’t THAT tired. There’s no possible way he’d sleep that long. Even with the help of meds and alcohol. And he’s pretty sure he changed the time on his cellphone. Or maybe it had done it itself.

He clears sleep out of his eyes, rubs at the back of his neck. Internally yells at his muddled and disoriented brain to get shit its shit together.

The knocking continues. Louder. More insistent. And he attempts to ignore it, switching positions on the bed and resting his head back on one of the pillows. The smooth cotton of the pillowcase cool against the back of his head. Eyes closed; hands clasped together at his chest. Knowing if he just stays quiet, whoever it is will just fuck off and leave him alone. Whatever it is, it can wait until the morning.  And he’s just beginning to nod off again when he hears whispering from in the hall; Irish accents, two female, one male.  One of the female’s asking the other two if they’d seen the man that he’d checked into the room. Had he left sometime in the middle of the night? If he did, do they know if he came back? He can’t make out the reply, but there’s a heavy sigh followed by more knocking.

It’s louder. More intense. A different sound than what knuckles make against wood. The dull thud that ensues when you use the toe of a sneaker or a boot.

His eyes snap open and he reaches for the top drawer on the nightstand, quietly pulling it out and then slipping the Glock from the holster. Flicking off the safety as he slips off the bed and silently makes his way towards the door. Pausing with a hand on the deadbolt as he listens; trying to pick up any hints of a conversation or any other noises coming from the hallway. Palm resting against cool, smooth wood as he peers out the peephole.

She’s young. Twenty at the most. A simple grey hoodie and blue jeans. A ball cap pulled over bright red hair. Carrying a purse along her left forearm, cell phone in her hand. A file folder clasped in her right.  She pounds at the door now, slamming her fist against it with all the power she can muster.

He holds the Glock down at his side, opens the deadbolt but leaves the chain across. A foot against the door, preventing her from trying to open it further.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“Are you the Australian?”

“Yeah, I suppose I am. Answer my question now.”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

 “Why?”

“Because I have no idea who the hell you are.”

“I’m Erin.”

“Erin what?” he presses.

“Ferguson.”

“What the hell do you want, Erin Ferguson? It’s almost one in the morning. How’d you know who I was? Where to find me?”

“A lot of people know who are,” she says. “You’re the Australian. Here to get Michael McMann’s wife and kids back.”

He smirks. “Word travels fast. Who’s they? And how did they find out?”

“They. As in the people who have them. The people who took his wife and his kids. The people who are watching your wife and your kids.”

Tyler’s blood runs cold. Hand tightening around the Glock. “What did you just say?”

She cocks her head to the side, a smirk curving her lips. “Can I come in now?”

“No. Whatever you have to say, you say it right where you’re standing. What do you mean they’re watching my wife and my kids? The IRA?”

She nods.

“Why?”

“Because you’re sticking your nose in other peoples’ business. You don’t belong here, Australian. This isn’t your fight. If you knew what was good for you…for your family…you’d leave. Right now.”

“If you knew what was good for you, you’d stop talking in riddles. And you’d know that I have a loaded gun behind the door and my finger is already on the trigger. So stop the bullshit and tell me who you are and what you want, or I won’t think twice about putting one between your eyes, you hear me?”

That wipes the smirk off her face.

“Who are they” he repeats. “The IRA? You’re working for them?”

“I work for a lot of people,” she says. “They asked me to give you this. As proof.”  She offers the file folder.

“Proof of what?”

“That they aren’t messing around. That you’ve gotten yourself mixed up in something that you never should have wandered into it.  What goes on between them and McCann is their business. Not yours.”

“It became my business when McCann hired me. So you go back to whoever you’re working for and tell that their games won’t work on me. I don’t scare easily. And it’s them that’s gotten mixed up in something they don’t want to be mixed up in. I don’t fuck around. I’ll find his wife. And his kids.”

“And the risk of losing your own?”

“They’ll never get near my wife or my kids. They can try. But it won’t happen. You tell them I said that. And you tell them that if they so as much go near my family, I’ll come after them personally. And they won’t like the results. Tell them that. You tell them exactly what I said. That I’ll bring them within an inch of their lives and then I’ll stop and start all over again. You got that?”

She nods, shoves the folder toward him.

“Put it on the ground,” he orders.  “And then back away. Nice and slow. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

She places the folder on the carpet and does as she’s told, hands up as she slowly steps backwards, until she’s almost pressed against the door across the hall.

Tyler removes the chain from the door and pulls it open, casting a glance down both ends of the hall, keeping the Glock pointed at her. “Now go. Move. To the elevator.”

She walks backwards; hands still up, eyes never wavering from his. She never blinks. Never shows any signs of fear or nervousness with a gun trained on her.

“Press the button,” he orders. “Get on when the elevator gets here. Go back and tell them exactly what I said.”

He waits, gun still focused on her, until the lift finally arrives and she steps on. Not picking up the envelope and backing into his room until he hears the elevator doors slide closed and he knows she gone for good.

***

He hurriedly snaps the deadbolt back in place; refastens the chain and then stalks across the room. Tossing the gun into the middle of the bed and tearing at the envelope; splitting it down the middle as opposed to the flap or the seams. His heart pounds mercilessly in his chest; stomach clenching and brain swimming with a thousand different thoughts. None of them good.  And the frowns when he finds two smaller envelopes inside of the first. Each one marked with the words PROOF OF LIFE.  One dated two days ago, one just this morning.

What the fuck…

He rips into the most recent one first. Photographs. Of McCann’s wife and kids.  The kids are no longer hog tied and restrained on a filthy mattress. Sitting in crude metal chairs, hands and feet bond by what he easily identifies as rock climbing rope. Both kids are naked from the waist up, most likely so whoever views the pictures grasps the extent of what’s been done to them: bruises covering the entire rib cage, finger marks from wrist to shoulder. There’s dried blood on their face: caked under their noses and around the corners of their mouths. And the skin is raw where the duct tape over the eyes had been cruelly ripped off.

He feels sick. Bile rising in his throat.

The wife is in far better condition. But still bears the marks of her ordeal. Her hair has been crudely chopped off; chunks missing, the edges just skimming the bottoms of her ears.  Unlike the children, she’s in a wooden chair that’s in remarkable condition; polished, a clean, like new cushion. Bound only by her wrists. He frowns at that, holding her picture and one of the children side by side. It makes no sense. Why the children would be in such inhumane conditions while she…despite the hacked hair job and her own bruises…is still in pretty damn good shape. Normally the kids are treated better than the adults; it’s easier to beat on and torture adults, as they’re in far better condition and can take a hell of a lot more punishment before death finally takes over.

Photos still in hand, he wanders around to the side of the bed and grabs the SAT out of the drawer of the nightstand. Pressing three on the speed dial.

“Yeah?” Yaz simply greets.   There’s no hint of sleep in his voice.

“Did someone just come to your door?” Tyler asks.

“I was just going to call you. A girl came here. Looking for you. Said her name was…”

“Erin,” he finishes.

“Yeah. I take it she found you? I wasn’t the one who told her. I acted like I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. But she obviously knows me. She talked about Dhaka. About me flying the helicopter that got Ovi out. She kept going on and on about how ‘they’ know all about us being here. About you being the one that killed Asif.”

“Well technically that was your sister. What else did she say?”

“Just kept calling you The Australian. Says that ‘they’ know all about us. All about you, especially. About Esme. And the kids.”

“Fuck…” he mutters. “…what the hell? How’d this get out so quick? How’d they know we were here?”

“I don’t know. I have no clue.  I was going to call Nik after I talked to you. Maybe we’ve got a mole on the team. Someone is feeding them information. What did this girl want with you?”

She gave me pictures. Of McCann’s wife and kids. Proof of life as of six hours ago.”

 “How they look?”

“Kids are fucked up. Wife looks pretty good though. What’s her name? The wife? We have any information on her? Maiden name, anything like that?”

“First and married name. That’s it. Why? What are you thinking?”

“Something isn’t right here. Why are they being held in different spots? When was the last time we ever saw that when we had multiple marks?”

“Never.  Not in the ten years that I’ve been doing this, anyway.”

“The kids have been worked over pretty good. Whoever sent these wanted us to see that. Just how fucked up they are. But the wife? Worst she has is a shitty hair cut and some bruises. The kids are being kept in some shit hole and she looks like she’s just been tied up for shits and giggles in someone’s dining room.”

“You think we’re being played?”

“Yeah. But I’m not sure by who. You find out everything you need to know about the wife. Like right now. Don’t wait.”

“I’m on it,” Yaz says, and hangs up.

Tyler drops the SAT into the middle of the bed, followed by the photographs, then reaches for the second smaller envelope. Pausing before he opens it, stealing himself against what he knows is inside. He’d known as soon he saw the first selection of photos. Hell, he’d known as soon as Erin had brought up his own family.  He also knows that it’s a scare tactic, that whoever is behind their existence is hoping it will cause him to give up the search for McCann’s wife and kids in favour of returning to his own family.  The chances that someone will actually hurt Esme and the kids are slim to none. That’s not what these people want. Their endgame isn’t to hurt him. Just scare him enough to send him running home.

He tears into the paper, dumping a handful of polaroids into his palm. His heart once again pounding ferociously, ever muscle and tendon in his body suddenly tense.  Hands remarkably still despite the trembling travelling through the rest of his body as he flips through the pictures. Ovi and Mille going into the ice cream shop, Esme and Millie while out of their girls day, him and the boys while leaving after their getting their hair cut, the entire family out together for dinner, him and Ovi at the shooting range, Esme and him, alone on that hammock in the backyard.

Fuck…fuck…fuck…

He grabs his SAT once again, this time calling Nik.

“Yaz just called. Talk to me.”

“They know, Nik. Whoever has McCann’s wife and kids. They know who I am and why I’m here. How the fuck do they know?”

“I have no idea. Yaz thinks there’s a mole on the team. Someone who has access to all your files.”

“Just how many people is that?”

“Half a dozen.”

“For fuck sakes, Nik! This was supposed to be kept quiet. McCann knew I was in Guatemala. He said he followed me for the entire week I was there. Now whoever has his wife and his kids know who I am and why I’m here. Explain to me how the fuck this happened?!

“I’m working on that, Tyler. You’ll have answers as soon as I get them.”

“I have pictures, Nik. Pictures of my wife and my kids. Even pictures taken in my backyard. What the fuck is going on?!”

“They’re trying to scare you, Tyler. They’re trying to force your hand. They want you to back out and go home. Don’t give in to them.”

“You get someone to my house,” he demands. “I don’t care if you have to go there personally. You get someone there to keep an eye on my family. I’ll stay here. I’ll see this job through. But you get someone to my place, Nik. Now. Not an hour from now. Not two hours from now. Not six. Now.”

“I’m already on it. What do I tell Esme? Do I tell her about the pictures?”

“No. Just tell her that you think it’s better that way. To have some folks there. That you sent people ‘just in case’. That will be good enough for her. At least for now. Don’t even tell her that I talked to you. None of this ever happened as far as she’s concerned.”

“Do you really think McCann’s wife has something to do with this?”

“I don’t know. Everything is fucked. Right off the hop this time.”

“We should call it off. I should just bring you and Yaz home.”

“The job’s not finished. We haven’t even started it.”

“The job is fucked, Tyler. We’ve lost the element of surprise.”

“Doesn’t mean the job can’t go on. I’ve got this under control, Nik. At least on this end. You just make sure that my family stays safe. Because if anything happens to my wife or my kids…”

“They’ll be fine. I’ll personally make sure of that. Keep your head on straight, Tyler. Don’t let them win.”

“I’ve got shit locked down over here,” he assures you. “You just make sure you do the same thing over there. Take care of my family, Nik.”

“I will,” she promises. And ends the call.

[jokerguise]

Another normal day in school, or rather... as normal as it can get for Akira at this point. Being the outcast transfer student with dark rumors surrounding him did him absolutely no favors, but those weren’t exactly the things that he was 100% worrying about at the moment. Hell, even school by itself weren’t the things that Akira could say he was worrying about at this moment. At least not in the tradition way.

That castle. The one with the talking cat and the King Kamoshida... What was that? What in the world could that be? It wasn’t bad enough that he had gotten put on probation, no. Of course not. Stay out of trouble? This was the exact opposite. Akira is 100% in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. And already, he had seemingly gained the negative eye of Kamoshida at the school.

As a student, there isn’t anything he can do about it. He is trapped to deal with those horrible adults and their power over him. And while it is completely unfair, he has to play by their rules. That’s just how the world works. Unfortunately. Disgruntled and tired from his ‘school day’, Akira leaves the school grounds and heads on the trains to Aoyama-Itchome.

The chatter from the bustling people going to and fro was a bit different than Akira is used to, but in just the short amount of time he was here, the male has gotten used to it. Better to try to blend in with a crowd than to stand out. The words and murmuring from people were also overheard; lots and lots of talk about the psychotic breakdown and the fears of it happening again, frankly while they themselves were on the train. Such a scary thing indeed. And while the boy could sympathize, there really wasn’t any other way home from school on his own than train. Such a life when one didn’t drive or have any friends that did. Or friends at all (Ryuji, at the moment... was more of an acquaintance), for that matter.

Riding the connecting train to Teikyu Building for his transfer to his next train home to Leblanc, the male’s legs continue to carry him through the station and he keeps his head low and out of other people’s business. Truthfully, Akira isn’t the type of person to really do such a thing, anyways. At least, until he sees her again... And just like the first time, he finds himself awestruck.

Blonde hair, ponytails, red leggings, white hoodie... The girl that sits in front of him in his class. Ann Takamaki, correct? The girl that has rumors surrounding her about Kamoshida... But this time, before he could really get a look in, her voice was breaking the air, in anger.

“Will you please give it a rest?! I told you, I’m not feeling up to it...”

Akira’s head turns to the girl and suddenly, he fixates on her, just like the first day he saw her. But instead of his eyes upon her features, his ears were the sense getting the stimulation.

“--wait, what?! That’s not what you promised! And you call yourself a teacher?!” The shock left her face and turned into anger again. “This has nothing to do with Shiho!!-- Ah...” What sounds like a dial tone is floating through the air, and then Ann’s body lowers itself in a huddle to herself, where she mumbles something out of frustration from her glossy lips...

“--Shiho’s... starting position...”

Without a single thought, Akira’s legs advance to the female, and before he could say anything, Ann looks up to see him hovering over her, much to her chagrin. Straightening up and backing away, she grits her teeth, pale in comparison from her normal complexion.

“Wait... were you listening?”

Fingers reach up for his dark locks between his eyes, lightly twisting them before dropping them and returning his hand to his pocket. Clicking his teeth, he speaks calmly. “...Not on purpose.”

Regardless, Ann’s reaction to him is responded back with anger about ‘lack of privacy’. Which Akira brushes off, honestly; it was a public area, what did she expect? But just as fast as she shot out the line, she retorts an apology, averting sky blues from silver-grays. A wrist raises up to her face and clear her visage for a moment, before she asks him another question.

“So how much did you hear...?”

Akira heard most of it, but for the time being, it was probably better than he abstain from revealing that. Pursed lips broke again to respond, just as quiet as before. “Something about a friend.”

Ann’s face returns to disgruntled as she murmurs but one word left her lips. Through faux frames, the male makes out the word: ‘Shiho’. Bright blues look back up at Akira.

“It’s nothing at all. Nothing...” Her arm comes across her face.

Acute pupils notice the droplets forming from her eyes before she wipes them away, taking off to the corridor behind her to escape the boy.

Watching her duck between numerous people rudely to escape him, she must have been desperate to get away from him, to hide. Once again, Akira’s legs move on their own, following after the blonde through the many people of Shibuya. While she is moving fast, it was a blessing that she wore such standout-ish colors (which, he internally sighed in relief about at this moment). She was moving much faster than him (is she moving that fast, or is he just that out of shape?).

After cutting off many people, cutting down a hallway, down an escalator and keeping his wits about him to catch her, he finds himself at the Underground Walkway near a support beam, where the girl is catching her breath from her game of tag.

“Stop following me... Just leave me alone,” she screams, glaring daggers at him. What seems like unbridled frustration and scorn, loses all effect from the rosy tint on her cheeks from whatever waterworks she had spilled. Akira just looks at her and asks a question with hint of concern.

“...are you okay?”

Still choosing to fight back, Ann glares and poses her next questions of why he kept worrying about her. But she couldn’t hold the facade any longer, as she then choked a sob up, and the water she was so desperately trying to hold back become crystal clear to anyone with eyes. It was pretty apparent that at this point, she wasn’t okay. 

“--let’s go somewhere safe,” comes the voice of the transfer student, looking at her with his hand held out. Hopefully, she’d take him up on it. 

“What the heck...? I really don’t get you...”

Holding her hand in his own was a sensation that the boy had never really experienced before in his life; it was soft and warm, albeit a bit wet from her own tears. It didn’t take long for them to reach a safe place; Big Bang Banger is the choice (it was the only thing that the male knew in the area off the top of his head).

Sitting at a table in the corner by a window, he orders them both a glass a water. While the water was for her sake due to her tears, he is a bit winded from his run (he has got to get into shape...), Ann instantly returns to her brash tone, rejecting his comfort.

“I don’t have anything to talk about with you,” she spat, glaring daggers at him. But once again, Akira doesn’t flinch. “It was just an argument...” Perhaps if he were daft, he’d believe that and let it go. But he’s not, and calls her bluff.

“--with Kamoshida?” Her face is as flush red as her leggings, dejectedly looking away. Akira’s almost certain she’s distressed from whatever she’s bottling up or hiding away. Before he can question any further, her voice breaks through and cracks as she explains.

“--you’ve heard the rumors, haven’t you? About Mr. Kamoshida... Everyone says we’re getting it on... But that’s so not true...!” Digits fidget with the napkin, trying to find the words to say and also not fumble over them. Akira keeps focus, so he doesn’t let a single word slip, eyes looking at her face as she continues. “That was him on the other line... I avoided giving him my number for the longest time... he told me to go to his place after this... you know what it means...” Her fist curls up tightly to crush the paper she was fiddling with. Upon hearing that, Akira’s own face turns into a scowl of disgust, anger seething through every pore in his body. But all he can do at the moment is grip his pants in frustration, trying his damnedest to keep a straight face. “If I turn him down, he said he’d take my friend off as a regular on the team. I’ve been telling myself that this is all for Shiho’s sake...” She sinks back into her seat. “I can’t take it anymore... I’ve had enough of this... I hate him!!”

The water breaks through and falls into the lap of the distraught, leaving her eyes in soft pitter patter fashion before her face looks back up at him. Finally, her voice shatters like glass on the sidewalk, in a shrill of anguish and despair, desperate for an answer -- any answer -- that she can get. “But still... Shiho’s my best friend... she’s all I have left in that sorry excuse of a school! Tell me... what should I do...?”

Ann’s face is visibly hurt, emotionally and mentally. Unable to bear the sight, silver greys close, as the fool couldn’t hide his emotions from the situation any longer, gritting his teeth in pure hatred from the advantage the other two have been getting abuse for. But before Akira can give an answer, she speaks again, trying to keep her strong facade, like before.

“Sorry... I shouldn’t have asked... it’s not your problem...”

Silence befalls the pair for a short moment before Akira opens his eyes and looks at her, who has dried her tears and speaks again in bewilderment of the situation.

“What... What am I saying...? I’ve barely even talked to you before...”

“Maybe that’s why,” he speaks solemnly, looking over at her with a reassuring smile and soft eyes. He fixes his glasses and nods his head, hoping that it does something for her. Lo and behold, a chuckle leaves the girl’s lips.

“--you might be right,” comes her voice again, returning to it’s normal tone as she shakes her head. “You’re so weird... usually everyone just ignores me. Are you really a bad person like the rumor says? You just don’t seem like it...”

Akira straightens up with the most innocent, puppy dog, lost look on his face as she speaks of ‘rumors’. He hasn’t been there a week yet and there were rumors? “...what rumors,” he asks, fixing his glasses.

“That you assaulted someone... that you almost killed them. I kinda had a feeling they were all just exaggerations. You seemed lonely... almost like you didn’t belong anywhere... We’re the same in that regard. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for me to talk to you.” Ann’s face looks down at the table and her hand moves up to her face, holding it up in disdain. “Is there really no way for me to help Shiho...? I wish he’d just change his mind... Like, forget about me, and everything...” Falling back against the booth, she speaks back into reality. “As if something like that would ever happen...”

Akira’s eyes light up for a moment before he plays with his hair again. Despite his lack of knowledge of the situation, he still tries to cheer her up, giving her the answer he knows she wants to hear, hoping and praying that it continues for a positive boost in her morale and spirits. “It could happen.”

Another chuckle comes from those glossy lips, and she smiles at him. “I wasn’t asking for a serious response.” She straightens herself up. “But I do feel a bit better now. I’m going to head home.” Grabbing her water from the table and her school bag, she steps forward to next to him, and looks down towards him.

“--Don’t tell anyone what I told you, okay? I’ll try and think of a way to persuade Kamoshida.” Silver eyes look up at her with worry and a bit of guilt.

“Well... thanks,” she says quietly to him as she walks off, disappearing from the restaurant and into the crowd of Shibuya. Even if she told him not to say anything, he knew for a fact that this was going to be on his mind... and he knew for a fact that Kamoshida had to be stopped, even if it meant the worst for him. Not just for Shiho’s sake...

But for Ann’s too. // @pantherguise​