#he's just so genuinely pleased to see the cat not even flinch

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I was wondering if you would be up for writing a fic where the reader just showers Buggy in affection and just takes care of him. He could definitely do with some tlc

When you first shown Buggy any form of affection or love, his natural reaction was to pull away, to flinch, to push you away for the sake of upholding the gimmick he had thrusted onto him by others. He just wasn’t use to someone being genuine, being so kindhearted, patient and filled to the brim with unconditional love and adoration towards him like you have that it made him fearful, for the first time for he finally had something he was so scared to loose.

Buggy knew now that he couldn’t run away from this fight against letting himself drop his guard and fall apart within your arms forever, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew that one day he’d have to raise the white flag and admit defeat, little did Buggy know that he’d wave that white flag long ago and had admitted defeat whilst in the comfort of your arms and your sweet honeyed words. You provided Buggy with the safe space to be vulnerable, to be able to be rid of his make up, allow for you to see the beautiful man beneath the flashiness, the gimmicks and the theatrics; He even remembered the words you told him when he first allowed himself to sink deeply into your embrace, which opened his eyes to the route he was leading himself down towards.

‘Just because one person destroyed your ability to put your trust in others doesn’t mean that everyone else is going to do the same.’ You whispered into his ear as your hands ran through his beautiful blue hair with care. ‘The actions of one person isn’t a reflection of others. You can choose to not trust but live to regret to be open with that one special somebody or open up to everybody and blindly hope that they don’t use your kindness to stab you in the back.’

Not that Buggy would ever tell you but you held his glass heart within your hands and instead of smashing it like he originally thought you would, you surprised him by holding it close to your chest; looking down at it adoringly and so full of love that it made Buggy a tad teary eyed, for if someone as beautiful and downright perfect as you could ever love someone as flawed as him without being forced into loving him…then he guessed that he was finally doing something right. Soon enough your arms and being smothered in your kisses and honeyed words had become Buggy’s most favoured place to lay his aching self to rest after a seemingly stressful day, where nothing seemed to go exactly to plan.

‘You look comfortable there? Hard day?’ You asked softly as Buggy grunts as he buries his head into your neck, his arms quickly latching onto your waist tightly. Normally you’d have to be the one who initiated affection, which you still do on most occasions, but you also wanted Buggy to feel comfortable to come seek you out on his own terms rather then force him to. ‘Just cuddle me will ya?’ He said groggily and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his neediness.

‘What’s the magic word?’ You teased, trying so hard to bite back your snickers when Buggy lifted his head from your neck to glare at you softly but before he could say anything, you pressed a quick kiss to his cute nose, rendering him wide eyed and speechless before going in to plant a kiss directly to his lips. ‘Cute.’ You whispered against him, getting off on the expressions you pull out of him from gifting him basic levels of love and affection, before pulling away to look back into his gorgeous eyes that you never went a day without complimenting.

‘I’m not cute.’ Buggy said, his cheeks warm as the arms at your waist tightened their grip. ‘Dogs are cute, cats are cute, but I am not cute. I’m terrifying, people look at me and shit themselves from running away with their tails between there legs. And even then the ones that are stupid enough to stay behind are made examples of, so please tell me again how I’m apparently cute.’ He finished, choosing not to look into those soft, understanding and patient eyes of yours that he oh so loved. ‘You’re always cute to me Buggy,’ you started, raising his head to look directly at you by his chin, allowing your hand to drop back to his waist when you were confident he wouldn’t drop his gaze again.

‘Just like how you’re not only just cute but you’re also handsome, strategic, expressive with the way you talk and how you move your hands whilst you talk, flashy, dramatic, and above all you’re beautiful.’ Between each word you’d press a kiss to some part of his face, ignoring his adorable squeals and squawks of surprise that were music to your ears, not caring that you were smudging his make up and getting it on yourself as you held nothing but pride in your love for your Buggy, for as on rare occasions you would openly express your love towards him but saved a majority of it for behind closed doors; Not as though Buggy was anything but boisterous of his love for you and would shout it to the rooftops for all to hear in a possessive sort of way.

‘Really?’ Buggy asked once the flurry of kisses came to an end, looking at you with bright, hopeful eyes it melted your heart. ‘Yes, of course I do Buggy. How could I not? I’m extremely lucky to have you in my life and I couldn’t be more happier.’ You told him, watching as a goofy smile graced his lips as a chuckle fell out from his lips before Buggy decided to burying his head back into your neck, where he whispered against the skin there. ‘If either one of us is the lucky one, it’s me because you could’ve listened to everyone else and avoid me like the plague but you didn’t and I’m glad you didn’t because without you I wouldn’t know where or who I’d be. So thank you for never giving up on me…I love you.’

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

OFMD Fix-it Part 2

Ayyy here’s part 2! Thank you so much for the incredible response to part 1! I read the tags and comments often y’all are too nice ;v; Enjoy all 69 pages! tw for blood and injury

Part one

kofi

Wee john: Fuck yeah! Roach: We took over Blackbeard’s ship!! Frenchie: Oh no! You dastardly pirates are too scary for me! I surrender!!

Stede: All good everyone! Crew: IS IT?? Stede: [gasp] Did you guys take back the ship?? Ed: You’re shitting me Stede: Excellent job, everyone!

Ed: Hey! Stede: Oh, sorry! I look forward to hearing about it! Ed: Please don’t crack your face again Buttons: Were yee crying? Both: WHAT?! No! Ed: I physically cant cry Stede: Why so you keep asking that? Crew: Captain! Stede: WAIT I’m not discouraging this energy, but please be careful of-

Ivan: What do you want us to do with Izzy, captain? Frenchie: OH FUCK THE KNIFE! Swede: PULL IT OUT! Roach and jim: NO!! [schluck] Pete: FUCK PUT IT BACK IN!! Roach and jim: NO!! Ed: Why disturb him? Sleeping so peacefully. I’ll deal with him later [schluck]

Pete: Where’s lucius? Stede: Yes, we’re missing lucius. Ed! Is the boy below deck? Pete: Did something happen? Frenchie: Oh yeah almost forgot! [knocking on the deck] Stede: What’s this, frenchie? Ed: Lucius is dea-

Lucius: OH THANK GOD! I was going mad in that wa-

Pete: Where have you been? Stede: Lucius! Good to see you, my boy! wee john: Cap’n... Lucius: I was hiding in a secret wall I’d found. Frenchie thought I was a ghost for about a week. Luckily the ship was a barnacled mess Frenchie: Still not convinced if I’m bein’ honest. Couldnt believe you’d survived, Stede: Survived? Pete: Why would you be a ghost, babe? Lucius: Because Blackbeard threw me overboard

Ed: A momentary laspe of judgement  Olu: Oh shit

Stede: [knocks] Ed? [door unlocks]

Ed: Ship’s yours again. I can be gone- Stede: you’re leaving? Ed: I nearly killed lucius. Aren’t you upset? Stede: Absolutely livid, but you didnt succeed, thankfully! The atmosphere is tense, things are a little unclear, but they’re open to speaking. I’ve forgiven them for planning to kill me! Blows over quite fast, I’m sure- Ed: I’m a terrible person, stede. You don’t even-

Ed: Crew needed me. Wanted to help me. And I chose Blackbeard. All ‘cuz Izzy opened his FUCKING mouth ‘n backed me into a corner! Lucius would see right through it. I didn’t know what else to d- [flinch] Stede: It’s ok

Stede: Blackbeard is how you’ve been surviving. I understand that now. The only reason you were put in that position was because of my poor decisions. I promise I’ll be here no matter what to help us all get through this. Ed: Pull up the chair, I want my knife back Stede: Oh good finally...

Ed: So a big cat, a carriage accident, and a dropped piano? All at once? Fuckin’ hell, mate, you let ‘em have it. Though, I’d go as far to say the cat was too much. Stede: Whaaat? How could you say that about Ned? He did great. Ed: Just BITTER I wasnt there to see it

Stede: I’m sorry you had to do this again. I know you’re still angry...Ed: Wasn’t about being angry... not at first at least. Just felt.... sad. Really fucking sad, Stede. Didn’t know what to do without you here. None of us did. Felt... Like I just wanted to lay down and die Stede: I...I didnt think my absence would be felt this deeply

Ed: Oh shut- You’re not serious Stede: No, I’m serious. Mary and the kids were much happier when we were planning my departure fuckery. I genuinely can’t think of a time where someone missed my presence

Ed: Well fuck everyone else. Was the crew pissed when you said why you left? Stede: Very much so Ed: Then they missed you, cheers [mumble] I sure as fuck missed you Stede: You did? Sorry, Impulse. Ed: Lean up a bit Stede: I hop I can earn your trust back one day

Ed: Well, knowing about that Chauncey fuck makes me less pissed at you. Least you didn’t ditch me ‘cuz you didn’t want me around anymore. Stede: Oh no, I’ve liked you since the day we met. Ed: You did look hot bleedin’ out on the deck of that spanish ship. Stede: I’m choosing not to unpack that at this moment. Ed: All done up you go! [loud closed-mouthed scream] [ed repressing laughter] You good? Guts still in? Stede: [strained]I think so Ed: Lean on me til it passes

Thanks, did you sew me up the first time? Ed: Nah, that was fang Stede: That fang, beautiful work Ed: Go lay down. I gotta clean up your blood Stede: Again, sorry

Ed: If you apologize one more time for being stabbed, I’ll stab you again Stede: But it led to so much character development last ti- I’ll leave you to it then

Stede: Ah, is this my-? What’s it doing under th-

Stede: Forget I- Ed: No, that’s- I mean, it is yours... It doesnt even smell like y- JUST PUT IT ON

S: May I ask you-? E: shoot S: Why did you let me board the ship? E: I was tired of izzy nagging to blast you with the cannons. Kept talkin’ in my ear about you ‘n it just made me angrier and angrier. Got me so amped up to just fucking kill you the moment I saw you again. Thought I'd just be furious, but I felt... giddy?  /hated/ that my chest was pounding, that just made me angrier

E: Then you show up with your tits out looking handsome as shit. S: hmmm [olu: One last thing, captain Stede: What is it, olu- RIP] E: I thought of it too. Leaving. Thought I’d get ahead before I disappointed you. Wasn’t itching for adventure, I knew I was in too deep with you S: I always thought I was disappointing /you/. I’m not the most exciting person E: Me?

E: Stede, you’re the boldest bugger i’ve ever met. Ever since i’ve known about you, you’ve made the most batshit ballsy moves. You took those English hostage, you swindled iz to get them back. you told blackbeard to go suck eggs in hell You stood up to the weird twins, to the English navy, to those richies at that party, to izzy, to jack, to ME. You’re the coolest, kindest person I know, Stede. I’m nuts about you. S: … guess I've never seen myself from that perspective E: If anyone else told me that story, i’d have them tied to the anchor for such a bullshit lie, but it’s you, so i believe it. Its as ridiculous as you are.

E: do you think I’ve ever gotten this upset over some quick drunk fuck parting ways? Only you.

S: Why only me, though?

E: You’re the only person that makes me feel… safe? Like I don’t have to be blackbeard 24/7. Most of my old mates were just dickheads who showed up when they wanted something the buggered off

Dont’ gotta worry about you stabbin’ me in my sleep cause i pissed you off.  You don’t laugh when I talk about a fine fabric or a pretty looking teacup. I’ve told you things I thought I’d take to my grave because anyone else would throw it back in my face... But not you. I like your fire hazard, secret passage ship, your crew, when you talk about clothes ‘n book ‘n flowers. You don’t act like anyone else but you... And I envy that

Ed: Because it’s you

Stede: No one’s ever thought that about me... I’m sorry. Hah, I feel a bit dizzy. Ed: Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Lay down if you need [stede crying] Stede?

Stede: You’re the first person who doesnt think I’m a burden. My father, Mary, peers- My whole life- That I was selfish for being born [crying] Ed: Again, Stede, Feck ‘em

Stede: Meeting you was the best day of my life. I was so relieved when you- on the beach- Yuo looked so happy, and I destroyed that Ed: shhh

ed: It’ll be ok

Ed: Look at me. You came back

Ed: And that made Ed happ- IZ: EDWARD, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! [IZZY YELLING]

Ed:[calm] I’m sorry, Will you excuse me for one moment? Stede: Feel free! Ed: Thank-you [Izzy still yelling] [door slam] rapid steps]

[clattering above] [Izzy screaming] [crew cheering] foot falls approaching]

Ed: Now, where were we? Stede: ....Actually I do wanna know Ed: Let’s say, Bit too tied up to bother us again

[stede huffs a laugh] Ed: You look exhausted, you should rest. Pincushion gets the mattress Stede: oh no, I couldn’t. where are you sleeping? Ed: Perfectly comfortable desk right here. [pained moan] Stede: Right... Ed: Night, Stede

ed: I’ll steal a couch soon. ‘M too old to sleep on desks now Stede: I have no qualms [ed sighs]

Ed: Hey, stede Stede: Mm Ed: Can we.... Can we just forget about the beach and start over?

Stede: I don’t think I can this time, Ed. Ed: Slightly concerned you can forget me almost killing you but not a kiss Stede: I’ve decided to be done with running away from my problems and pretending they never happened. But beyond that, My whole world shifted with that kiss. I can’t ever forget that. The memory alone kept me rowing to get to you again

Stede: We’ve hurt eachother, but I’m more than willing to put in the work to mend it... Which is something I never did with mary. Ed: I wont stab you in the earhole by the way. Got mine out of he way. Stede: Only fair! We’re even now. Ed: But mine was funny [swat] [giggle]

Ed: Last thing, then you can sleep off the stab wound Stede: Oh good... Ed: If Blackbeard was gone for good, would you stay? Lotta folks want the novelty y’ know. ‘S been gnashing at the back of my skull. Stede: I met Ed first not Blackbeard

Stede: ‘M staying forever now. Best friends at first sight. From my point of view at least

Ed:...Olivia... How ya doin’, Iz? Iz: Are you fucking joking? Just tell me what’s going on

Ed: Stede won. Crew took the ship back. I’m staying.  Oh and lucius is alive, as you saw. Kid said the ship was so mucked up, he was able to hang on to sneak onto the ship. Thought you handled that way back when? Iz: that fookin- Ed: So i’m giving you a choice.

Iz: Just cut my foot off at this point anything but this. Ed: why can’t you ever just relax, izzy? It doesnt have to go this way, yet you stomp your feet Every. Single. Time. How many years have we known eachother; do you even like my company? Iz: How could you even say that to me? I’ve given my life to you time and time again. And You’re going to let some tart waltz back in and uproot everything we built.  Ed: Built what? We’re fucking pirates, mate!

Powertrip’s over. This is it. It was a good ride. Fang: Lucius! You’re missing this shit!! Ed: You may love waiting to end up like... another leather clad, middle aged sad sack dying alone in a puddle of his own piss, but you’re not dragging me there with you. So make a choice Iz: You’d really let me walk? Ed: Truthfully, i’d prefer you play nice and enjoy yourself for once. but I’ll give you three options.

Ed: Old way is gone. Either one, accept that and keep it pushin’. Two, I would just let you fuck off, but you’ve proven to be a liability out of my sight, so i’ll have fang cut your talk box, so you never speak stede’s name ever again THEN you can fuck off. And three, more of a clause to one,

Ed: If you go rogue, I’ll make you beg for hell. Threaten anyone on this ship again, You’ll never feel the warmth of the sun ever again

Ed: I’ll let you down if you behave

Iz: [despair sigh] just leave me up here a while longer. ‘S quiet for once. Ed: well alright, take some time to process. let fang know when you gotta piss Lucius: Bad morning? Iz: Yeah, keep staring, twat Lucius: That sounded threatening, right fang? Fang: He’s not above pissin’ on you, kid

Ed: [muffled] breakfast? [smack] Didn’t remember blackbeard snuck into your bed? Stede: No, I remember. Had to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating again. Also, once again, you’ve processed this very quickly

Ed: Were yee seein’ phantoms? Stede: No more guilt phantoms thank goodness. Was getting sick of those buggers. Ed: Love a good phantom. You seem less tightly wound. Glad you’re phantom free

Stede: Took awhile to realize, but This is where I belong. Ed: No fucking shit

Ed: Speaking of, Y’ know, I’ve thought on it, and I’ve decided I’m tired of being angry and sad and lonely. Fucking sick of it. Already stabbed you, no sense in wasting time acting mad when I know what I want S: And what is that? E: Wanna be liked and kissed and happy.

Stede: Perfectly reasonable things to- Ed: I also want to be co-captains with the gentleman pirate. [choke] I’m lying in your bed with you, stede. Who do you think’ll be kissing me? The swede? Stede: I didn’t want to PRESUME. Is this a new job role for co-captains? Ed: Is now! ‘S why I promoted you. But you’re still on thin fucking ice. Stede: Poor jim. Promoted in less than a day. Ed: Don’t actually tell jim. They’re super pissed at me Stede: oH Ed: Now, onto couch theft, I’m thinkin’-

Stede: You’ve got some- Ed: I get it? Stede: Not quite, just- Oh- fuck it

Ed: Dastardly man. Diabolical. Definitely not gentlemenly

Ed: Fuckin’ missed you!

End

[marsgod]

Leona,Malleus,Floyd,Jade and Rook watching a horror movie with their scaredy!s/o headcanon please?

S/o is doing it for the thrill

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Leona, Malleus, Tweels, and Rook with a scared but thrill chaser! S/O

Warnings; Minor cussing

ROOK isn’t fond of horror movies himself, he doesn’t mind them if in season (Halloween, or some other alternative) but overall, he enjoys a “good” (really cheesy) romcom or action movie. Although he can see how the thrill of horror would excite someone.

When watching horror, he isn’t scared but is usually cuddling you anyways cause he doesn’t care about no movie. Although if you jump too much or seem genuinely “this isn’t funny anymore and I might have to see a therapist” scared, then he insists to turn off the movie and do something else.

When you explain that yes, you’re scared, but that’s exactly the kind of thrill you want, then.. Rook still doesn’t get it, because it’s kinda eh but if you like it and he gets to cuddle you then he’s aight👌

FLOYD doesn’t get scared of horror movies, but honestly he only really watches the bad ones because they’re goofy af so why would he be? But that still applies to “regular” horror movies

though, he still laughs when you jump, and often mock jumps (less so to make fun of you, but bc he likes jumping and copying you, like a cat laying across a keyboard when you’re typing)

He already seems tk understand of doing things for the thrill, why else does anyone do something, so he’s not too phased by the “watching gruesome crap because I like the thrill of suffering” thing

JADE doesn’t really watch movies in general, so while you do that, he’s in the kitchen or somewhere doing his own thing.

If you do, somehow, get him to stay on the couch with you, first of all, congrats but he notices quickly how you jump and asks if you’d like for him to turn off whatever horror movie ya’ll are watching

Jade smiles when you tell him, and lightly makes fun of you for being scared over a trivial and fictional person/monster

LEONA falls asleep during movies, and snores, he doesn’t care about the characters or the plot, it’s just another reason to sleep for him.

Let’s say you somehow managed to keep him awake, in some reality, he doesn’t get scared by horror movies, sometimes he flinches but that’s mostly due to loud screams. Tbh he’d make a good movie critique.

He will make fun of you for jumping, even more so for enjoying it, otherwise he doesn’t care much.

MALLEUS is the worst, he doesn’t often watch movies and when he does, he makes a report on how much he enjoyed it, what the lesson was, etc. Horror movies are beyond him, he probably doesn’t realize they exist til you show him.

Malleus gets extremely worried when you jump, if it weren’t for you stopping him, he wouldn’t had even asked and just turned the movie off, cuddling you and whispering it’ll be okay.

Then you explain that you appreciate the effort, but you do this for fun, he’s extremely confused and worried that you’re broken.

[glwingey]

guys idk if i’ll ever finish/post my fic, but here’s a excerpt of it 🙌🏼

despite his better judgment, he didn’t shave his face for the second time in a row. not that anything impressive was happening, he discovered during his second year of law school no matter how long he’d grow it out, he’d only get a scrappy scruff at most on his face. so he usually didn’t bother, never letting himself get passed a five o’clock shadow. 

but outside circumstances mess up his routine, and by the time he realized, it was too late. 

because cooper noticed, and was weirdly attached to it. well, not weirdly. maybe. oliver wasn’t sure. 

but cooper would touch his face even more often, running his fingers over and through the dark hair, smiling to himself at it’s prickling. after they would kiss hello or goodbye cooper would purposely rub their faces together like he was a cat or something. 

so even though the blonde didn’t verbally approve it, oliver could tell cooper liked it. 

he was grateful to look the clock and see that it was pass the time for him to leave, he always stayed late and he figured no one would yell at him if he left now. 

so he quickly gathered his things, urgent to get home to his boy. 

when he came through the door he could instantly tell the mental plans he had made weren’t happening. cooper greeted him at the door like usual, smiling, but not in his happy-to-see-you way. it looked tighter, less genuine. he kissed oliver all the same, pushing his jacket off for him. 

“what’s wrong?” oliver asked him. 

cooper shook his head, kissed him again, “nothing,” one more kiss, “my mom’s here.” he whispered. 

“what?” oliver whispered-shouted. he’d never met the blonde’s mom, and if he thought about cooper’s dad, he didn’t really have the best track record with meeting the parents. “why?”

cooper shook his head, “she just showed up.” he said helplessly, “she’s been here for half an hour and i’m losing it.” 

oliver nodded at him, gesturing him to direct. they ended in the kitchen, where a pretty blonde woman who looked just like cooper sat, cup of tea in her hands. the mug was well worn and loved, one of cooper’s favorites, he wondered if the blonde had given it to her on purpose. 

and, based on nothing at all, oliver thought maybe mrs. bradford would be the total opposite of her husband. she’d be as warm and inviting as her son, as kind and sweet. she’d be a bright spot in the bradford’s otherwise dark world, but when he introduced himself and offered a hand he could tell she was as bitter as her tea. 

she leveled him with a stare that made him feel like he was being scolded by his mom at age eleven. 

“you’re the one that got cooper to run off?” she asked, cooper pushed him into the chair opposite, standing behind him. 

he sighed, like this was a recurring conversation. 

“i didn’t ‘run off’, mom.” he said. 

she waved him off. 

“cooper told me your a lawyer.” she said instead, voice cold and solid, like ice. 

“yes ma’am. for about two years.” 

“well, at least one of you has some sense.” she said, and oliver could feel cooper flinch behind him, his mom must’ve saw because she frowned. 

“why are you just standing there? sit down.” 

cooper sighed again, walking off to their hallway closet, where they kept a few extra folding chairs incase that had people over. even though he was still in his line of sight, oliver couldn’t help feel like he was trapped with his mother alone. he could feel her gaze, like she was sizing him up. 

“what do your parents do?” she asked. 

“my dad is a history professor and my mom stays home.” it’s hard to say stay-at-home-mom when there aren’t really any kids there. 

she nods, but doesn’t say anything else. 

cooper came back, chair in hand. “are you staying for dinner?” he asked, and oliver could hear the ‘please don’t’ in his voice. 

“what’re you making?” oliver asked. 

“spaghetti, probably.” 

mrs. bradford raised her eyebrows, looking at her son, “you’re making it?”

the other blonde nodded. 

“so you do know how to do something.” 

cooper’s knee shook under the table and oliver could see his jaw clench, he started picking at the table, which seem to anger his mother more. 

“stop fidgeting.” 

cooper stilled, like a switch was flipped. it was weird, oliver never saw him so motionless. the boy was always moving, tapping his fingers, bouncing his leg, like there was a song in his head only he could hear the beats to. 

his mother didn’t lift her glare though, not until she took another sip of tea. 

“do you have any siblings, oliver?” she sounded like saying his name was something difficult, or foreign. nothing like when cooper said it. 

“two, a older sister and a younger sister.” 

she nodded, “that makes sense.” 

before he could ask what that meant she began again, “you used to work for my husband.” 

“yes.” 

“and now you don’t, because of him.” she gestured to her son, who hadn’t moved since she told him not to do so. 

“it was my decision.” he said.

she just hummed, “he doesn’t have any money, not yet anyway, he only gets what we give him until he gets married or die. it looks like the latter will be coming first.” 

“i have my own money.” and, oliver could marry cooper if he wanted too, but something told him they still wouldn’t give cooper his money. 

“right, im sure you do, being a lawyer and all.” she smiled, not kindly, before standing. “i should be going.” 

cooper followed her up, “i’ll walk you down.” 

“i’ll do it, you can get started on dinner.” oliver spoke before his brain could catch up, hand on his boyfriend’s arm. “don’t worry about it.” 

cooper looked to his mother, who seemed to think for a moment before nodding. “that’ll be fine.” 

he helped her with her coat and ushered her out the door before she could say anything else about anything, cooper gave a halfhearted wave but otherwise said nothing. 

it was a quiet trip down, thankfully, and oliver thought maybe he was in the clear. 

“you know, you could find someone a lot better for yourself.” 

oliver looked at her sharply, they were on the curb, waiting for a black bradford car cooper used to ride in. 

“i don’t think so.” 

“you seem like a good man.” she said, confused. 

“cooper is plenty good for me, too good for me, in fact. he’s your son, you should know that.” 

she waved him off, “i haven’t known that boy in a long time.” 

oliver opened his mouth to speak, but her car pulled up and swept her away before he could. he turned back to the building, deciding he’d keep this conversation to himself. usually he’d tell cooper everything, but this didn’t seem like one of those times. 

this was proven when he entered the apartment again and saw all the lights off, the extra chair still at the table, along with mrs bradford’s half drank tea, and nothing being cooked. 

oliver followed the hallway down to the bedroom, quietly knocking on the door. 

“cooper?” 

the boy was lying in the dark, facing away, but he half turned at oliver’s voice. 

“do you want anything?” oliver asked. 

the other boy didn’t respond. 

[zyalahmiscfandom]

An Unexpected Trip pt3: Dhawan!Master x f!Reader

AN: Sorry this took so long, and there is a very large chance the Master is OOC. I dunno. Anyway Part Three aka the penultimate part. 

MASTERLIST

The room was in chaos as Kate shoved your stolen phone into your hands. You grasped it tightly, your heart fluttering a million miles per second. On the one hand your were ecstatic that the Master had come for you, and claimed you as his publicly,(you didn’t have time to delve deep into the implications of that) but on the other hand he was threatening his full wrath upon the building, which could be disastrous for the innocent civilians of London and maybe all of the UK. To say you were torn would be an understatement.

“Y/N you okay?” You felt Yaz’s comforting hand on your shoulder. Your conflicted eyes met her genuinely concerned ones. You felt a little bit of your turbulence leave, even if it was only for a moment.

“Ask me again, when this is over.” You smiled a little weakly, staring at your reflection in the black mirror of your phone.

“Fair enough,” Yaz sighed, her eyes going to The Doctor who was currently running around the office rooms computers like an excited chicken, Kate, ace and Graham close behind all chattering away, trying to figure out a plan. Looking to you again for a moment before she decided to join you on the chaise lounge.

“Soooo, you and the Master?” She smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah…Maybe, kinda, oh I dunno.” You awkwardly chuckled keeping your voice low so only Yaz could hear. “We’ve never talked about having that kind of relationship, but sometimes I think we could, and that he wants to, but,” You sighed rubbing your eyes, flinching a little at your temple again. “Time-lords can be a little hard to read.”

“Heh, tell me about it.” Yaz glanced wistfully towards her manic blonde genius.

“Well we’ll just have to kidnap you next, get the Doctor to confess her love for you, then we’ll all double date at Evista Five.” You joked, Yaz let out a short laugh.

“Oh god the Doctor and the Master would kill each other after five minutes.” Yaz said her smile wide.

“Yaz be reasonable, it’d be less than two.”

The two of you shared a small reprise together, joking about how the two Time-lords would do nothing but try to one up the other for the entire two minutes they could stand to be around one another, ultimately leading to the swearing to never see each other again, which they would also fail to do.

“You two seem to be getting along.” The Doctor suddenly announced in front of you.

“Jesus, give me a heart attack why don’t you.” You jumped, hand on your chest.

“Sorry,” Her faced morphed into something akin to an awkward cat, “But I’m 99 percent positive I’ve figured out a plan.”

You and Yaz blinked up at her expectantly.

“Well 96 percent positive, maybe…” The Doctor started to ramble about percentages and variable factors.

“Doctor.” Yaz smiled, pulling her Time-lord out of her thoughts.

“Right!” She clapped her hands together, “Y/N, you, Yaz and I are going to lure the Master away from the security centre and up to the roof, whilst everyone else evacuates through the underground passages hidden in the basement.”

“Counterpoint,” You stood, “How about you just let me go to the Master and we say goodbye to you lot,” You motioned to Kate, Ace and Graham at the computers. “Forever.”

“Counter, counter,” The Doctor raised her hands, “We can’t.”

“What? Why not?” You demanded. “He said he’d let all of this slide if you just handed me over.”

“But only if you weren’t harmed.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your raw wrists and thought about the pain in your temple. “How bad is my face?”

“Bad enough to give the Master a reason to explode.” The Doctor had a sombre darkness to her voice, something you hadn’t heard from the lively blonde before, though it was still nothing compared to the darkness the Master could hold, just another reason you wanted to get back to him as fast as you could.

“Doctor please, I really don’t want this to end in blood, but…I want this to be over.” You pleaded with her. “Is using me as bait to lure him away from my kidnappers really going to ease his blood lust? Or are you going to make things worse?”

“Doctor, maybe Y/N has a point?” Yaz sided with you, surprising you a little, but you could tell she didn’t want needless carnage just like you.

“You can’t really be considering this Doctor?” Kate interrupted. “The Master is a monster, we can’t just give into his demands.”

“Seriously Kate, drop it.” You glared, your own voice deepening in anger and frustration. “You’re the villain of this story not the Master.”

Kate scoffed.

“You want us to believe there is no malice to your arrival in London, and yet you talk to me like that?”

That was the final straw. You stood suddenly, Kate quickly took a step back, the Doctor’s eyes franticly looking between the two of you, ready to intervene at a moments notice.

“Fuck this.” You pushed past Kate harshly, heading towards the office exit.

“Y/N wait!” Yaz and the Doctor yelled in unison. You would have thought it cute if the situation was different.

“I’m sorry,” You stopped at the door, turning you head to look back. “I wasn’t kidding about Evista Five, it’d be nice to hang out under different circumstances. I’ll tell him you tried to help Doctor, let him know that this wasn’t your fault.” A sad smile played on your lips before darkness overtook your features. “And Kate, if I find out you’ve even thought about spying on my family after I’ve left, contacting them in any way. There will be no place in this universe you’ll be safe from me, let alone the Master.”

Satisfied with the shocked silence you left your captors room and started down the empty corridor bathed in the deep red of the emergency lights. You walked aimlessly for a couple of minutes before the realisation of what you’d done hit you.  

You’d just threatened a government official. Someone in charge of national security. Someone your parents had taught you to never piss off.

You groaned internally, the Master was clearly rubbing off on you, but Kate had threatened people you cared about, and that you could not abide. Who knew you where a ‘fuck around and find out’ kind of person.

Turning a corner you walked straight into two UNIT soldiers, both clad in riot gear and armed to the teeth.

“Fuck not again.” You groaned, getting ready to run in the opposite direction.

“Y/N?” Soldier one mumbled, his voice slurred his eyes almost completely glazed over. You’d seen that look before, mostly when you and the Master were sneaking into places you shouldn’t.

You nodded slowly, as the two almost bowed to you.

“You Master awaits.” Soldier two gestured for you to follow them. Next thing you know, your being led through the building by armed and loyal guard, every time a normal UNIT worker scurries by the guns your guards are holding are trained on them with laser focus, until the unfortunate worker has run away.

By the time your nearing the security office, your two soldier guard had multiplied to fifteen. You’d never felt more like a Princess in your life, all you were missing was a ball-gown and a crown. You had almost forgot how serious the situation still was until you came to the large security room doors, the electronic lock on the doors flashing a menacing red.

Soldier one left your side to knock heavily on the metal door.

“WHAT!” A frantic screech came from behind the door. You could barely recognise the Master’s voice, he’d never sounded so broken.

“Master? It’s me.” You forced your voice to sound strong. Holding your breath you heard a cavalcade of smashes and clamouring before the electronic light turned green.

The door had barely opened, before you were pulled into a lung crushing hug, the smothering embrace almost stopped you from registering the door being locked again from behind you.

You could feel jackhammering double heartbeats reverberating through your own chest, like the two of you were connected through panic and relief. You were finally back in the safety of the Masters arms, tears welled in your eyes as you squeezed him back as hard as you could.

“I’m so sorry,” You sniffled into his neck, absorbing his familiar scent. “So, sorry. I shouldn’t have gone, I shouldn’t have…”

“Shhh shh shhh,” The Master soothed, stroking your hair, “My sweet Y/N. My darling pet. None of this is your fault.” The mania in his voice was palpable, it sent a brief shiver down your spine. Pushing away from his grip a little, you looked up at his face.

Your heart stuttered, he looked a wreck. His hair was wild and dishevelled, his eyes puffy and red, his lip was chewed to ribbons and there was harsh scratch marks on his neck.

“Oh Master.” You cupped his distressed face in your hands, his tired eyes closed, sighing into your gentle touch. In the small moment of calm you took in the entire room.

Its state matched the Master’s perfectly, monitors had been ripped off the walls, sparking wires hung from the ceiling, papers carpeted the floor, the most horrific part was the long line of TCE’d people posed outside the doors of the TARDIS. A dark tableau of what was truly at stake at the moment.

“Let’s leave yeah,” You tried coaxing, “Just get in the TARDIS and go. Forget this ever happened.”

The Masters eyes snapped open and a curt laugh escaped his throat.

“Oh no, now the fun can start.” He cackled, spinning you around in a waltz like twirl.

“Master, please don’t.” You tried to reason with him. “You said we’d just leave, if they gave me to you.”

“Ah that’s the best part. They didn’t.” He giggled.

“What?”

“Best part about a security room pet? The cameras.” He motioned to the small section of the monitors he hadn’t destroyed. It was a clear video feed of the room you had been held in, everyone still seemed to be arguing with each other. You had hoped they would have left after you did, but Kate had proved herself a stubborn woman.

“So they didn’t personally hand me over, it’s fine, I’m fine.”

“It’s NOT FINE!” He exploded. You tried not to flinch but he’d never blown up at you quite like that before. “They took you from me! They hurt you!” His hands floated above your wrists, before hovering above your temple seemingly too scared touch the marks UNIT had left on you.

“Master…”

“They have to pay.” His soft brown eyes dropped from yours. “So they will.” He abruptly turned away from you, before going to the intercom system.

“Attention worthless peons, you have your orders now obey!” You heard loud shuffling from the hypnotised masses on the other side of the door.

“Master what did you do?” You asked frantically.

“Nothing much, just a little hypnotism.” He shrugged nonchalantly, a giggle on his lips.

“Not what I meant Master, and you know that.”

He ignored you, going over to a computer and typing almost absentmindedly. You stormed over to him, pushing yourself in front of his busy hands.

“What did you make them do?” The Master opened his mouth to talk but you cut him off, “Other than collect, protect and deliver me to you.” He shut his mouth quickly, before contemplating his answer.

“They’re ordered to take down the building. By any means necessary.”

“Master you can’t.”

“I can! And I will!” He yelled again, pinning you to the computer desk behind you. “Do not forget that I am the Master and YOU are the pet. It’s my duty! They have to learn!” He screamed his frantic rambling thoughts. Tears welled in both of your eyes. It hurt to see the Master this upset, it made you want to bring the building down, but you knew in your heart you couldn’t.

“Please,” You whimpered, “We can’t let them win.” This time you hugged him.

“That’s why I have to do this, they deserve it. They all deserve it. They tried to take you away.”

“Because they’re idiots, even the Doctor said to let me go.”

“They did?” He asked incredulously.

“Yeah, well mostly Yaz, but they agreed I should be with you, because they believed me when I said you’d changed.”  

A million thoughts danced across the Masters eyes, none of which you were privy to. Instead you simply continued.

“Kate, UNIT, Ace. None of them believed we were simply here because I asked. They thought it was a plot. And if you destroy this building, you’ll prove them right. And you said you were never wrong.” You tried to play to his narcissistic side, the side that hated to lose.

“But they ruined everything.” He pouted, thousands of years of pain and fighting had taught him there were no peaceful resolutions for him.

“Only if we let them.”

The Master sighed in frustration, rubbing his hand exhaustedly over his eyes.

“Why can’t I say no to you?” He grumbled, as he once again activated the intercom.

“Because you love me?” You cheekily smiled, hoping to lighten his mood.

“Everything used to be so simple before you arrived,” He mumbled under his breath, “Listen now to your Master,” He proudly announced through the microphone, “Cease the assault immediately. Lay down your arms and surrender yourselves to your fellow UNIT members. And know this, it is only because I choose to let you live that you can continue to draw your pathetic human breaths. And I would suggest you leave my human alone from now on, lest there be more carnage. Understand? Good.”

He let the button go, and turned expectantly to you.

“Happy?”

“I will be when we get out of here.” You smiled softly.  

“Fine.” He takes your hand gently in his leading you through the TARDIS doors, making sure to knock over the miniature bodies in his way like an angry child.

Even in the console room he refused to let go of your hand, skillfully he piloted the TARDIS one handed, and before you knew it the centre console started to move, and you finally left your nightmare behind.

However the Master’s posture told you, that this was far from over.

FINAL CHAPTER

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Groom

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

Altair is forced to be vulnerable, and forced to be taken care of, in a new way.

Contains: Intimate whump, captivity, manhandling, wing preening, manipulation, referenced noncon

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Altair refused to show how afraid he was, even as Ivetta forced him to his knees in front of Lord Denholm.

“Thank you, Ivetta,” Lord Denholm said lowly, obviously pleased. “You may take your leave.”

Though he couldn’t see the expression on Ivetta’s face, Altair could hear the familiar soft tread of her footsteps as she made her exit, slipping out of the room almost completely silently. For some reason, Altair had slightly mixed feelings about her departure.

But rather than dwelling on that, he focused his attention on the man in front of him. Scowling, he tried to get his feet under him again, only for Lord Denholm to place a firm hand on his shoulder and keep him kneeling on the ground.

“So beautiful,” Lord Denholm mused, eyeing Altair covetously. The expression, combined with the way Lord Denholm’s malicious aura swirled around him, made Altair’s skin crawl. Lord Denholm’s attention on him had only intensified since he had first manifested his wings, and Altair couldn’t stand it.

Without lifting his oppressive hand from Altair’s shoulder, Lord Denholm began to slowly circle around him, like a cat stalking its prey. Altair never let him out of his field of vision until Lord Denholm was standing directly behind him; rather than crane his neck, he simply set his jaw and stared resolutely ahead. He couldn’t help but feel exposed like this, like a mouse caught under a cat’s claw, just waiting to be torn apart. 

A delicate touch to the back of his wing sent a jolt through his entire body, one he couldn’t hide no matter how much he wanted to. Lord Denholm’s fingers were always cold, but the chill was seemingly amplified against his feathers, as though his wing was instinctually seeking a warmth that was not there. He tried to jerk his wing away from the touch, but Lord Denholm’s hand followed; there was no escape, nowhere to go. Though he couldn’t see it, he could almost feel Lord Denholm’s smirk as he idly ran his fingers down the length of the wing.

“You have some loose feathers, my little ruin,” Lord Denholm mused. Altair felt a strange sensation, of fingers working between his feathers, and then a discomfort being righted. He had to fight the urge to sigh in relief. How could Lord Denholm make him genuinely feel better? “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, have you?”

“How do you expect me to ‘take care of myself’?” Vitriol dripped from Altair’s voice. 

Lord Denholm hummed. “A fair point. You are new to this part of yourself. I suppose I cannot expect you to know how to maintain these marvelous gifts of yours just yet.” A shifting of weight— did Lord Denholm sit down? “But that is quite alright, my little ruin. I can take care of you for as long as it takes.”

“I don’t want your—” 

Completely uncaring about his angry retort, Lord Denholm returned his attention to Altair’s wing. Cold fingers carefully sorted through feathers, surprisingly gentle as they repositioned and smoothed down what was out of place. A deep sigh was pulled from his lungs before he even had a chance to try to bite it back. Heat rose to his cheeks, but Lord Denholm didn’t pause in his ministrations to acknowledge it, just continued working on his feathers. Each moment had more and more tension draining out of Altair’s body, whether he wanted it to or not. As invasive and unsettling as it was, every sensation he felt through his wings was just so relaxing. 

He hated it. Hated how nice it felt. Hated that part of him liked it, at a soul-deep level he couldn't deny.

The sound of a bottle opening made Altair flinch. This time, Lord Denholm did chuckle a bit, pulling away from Altair’s wing and giving him a chance to properly breathe. “Relax, little ruin. I won’t hurt you.”

“That’s all you’ve been doing. To both of us.” No matter how much Lord Denholm tried to twist it. He knew exactly what was happening.

Even if Elze’ith didn’t anymore.

“I know it may seem that way, my little ruin.” When Lord Denholm returned his fingers to Altair’s wing they were slightly slick with oil, the mildly sweet scent of it beginning to fill the air. “But I don’t act out of cruelty. I only want what’s best. You could be magnificent, my little ruin, if only you let me help you.”

In any other circumstance, Altair would have dismissed Lord Denholm’s words out of hand. He had felt how the vampire carried his malice like a mantle, felt his cruelty firsthand. But right now, all he could feel was those gentle hands carding through his feathers, that sense of being cared for echoing down to his very core. Lord Denholm’s words sank in, and with the part of him that knew that they were lies getting harder to hear, he found himself almost believing them.

He shook his head. As nice as this felt, he didn’t want it. Not from Lord Denholm. And he didn’t want anything else Lord Denholm had to offer, either. Regardless of what his traitorous body was trying to tell him. “I don’t want to be magnificent for you. I just want to be free. I just want Elze’ith and I to be free.”

“You think that’s what you want.” Lord Denholm’s calm, measured tone was accompanied by another smooth movement through Altair’s feathers that had him shuddering. “But freedom has brought you nothing but suffering, has it not? So much violence, so many difficult choices, so much fear.”

“It’s been hard,” Altair said despite himself, hating how the words were pulled from him, hating how it somehow didn’t feel as bad now with how relaxed and pliant he was. “But that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been wonderful. The things I’ve seen, people I’ve helped, the time I’ve spent with Elze’ith—” his breath caught for a moment, and he had to swallow before continuing— “It’s all been well worth the danger. And you have no right to take that away.”

“Your misguided conviction is as strong as ever, I see.” Lord Denholm’s hand drifted to the tip of Altair’s wing, his fingers lingering on Altair’s primary feathers. A faint sense of intent resonated through Altair’s wings, dark and foreboding, and he shuddered, this time in fear. “In time, I’m sure I can change that.”

And then the moment was gone, and Lord Denholm resumed his preening as though nothing had happened. The subtle shift in mood had Altair blinking, trying to recalibrate back towards the danger that he actually understood. But there was nothing to hang onto, only the tender contact against his feathers that had him forcibly relaxing once again.

“Stop,” he murmured, but there was no fire in it. “Whatever point you’re trying to make, you’ve made it.”

“I’m only trying to help you, my little ruin.” If Altair didn’t know any better, he would have thought Lord Denholm sounded sincere. “Besides, I don’t even think you want me to stop. Do you?”

He tried to bite back the words, but they came anyway, forced from deep inside through his gritted teeth. “No. This is the most relaxed I’ve felt in ages. I think I’ve needed this.” He shut his eyes, humiliation coloring his cheeks. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how you’ve tortured and violated me and the man I love. You won’t get me to yield to you that easily. I don’t need care from a monster like you.”

Lord Denholm’s answering hum was almost sympathetic. “I’m sorry that you still insist on refusing me, my little ruin. I promise that in time, I will change your mind.” 

“I won’t let it get to that point.” Then, quieter, “Because I’m afraid of what I’ll become otherwise.”

He wasn’t sure if it was better or worse that Lord Denholm didn’t respond. Instead, Lord Denholm’s hand skimmed the length of Altair’s wing, pulling yet another small, traitorous sigh from his lungs. The cold of his skin was still uncomfortable, but it was a familiar kind of discomfort. “Your wings are taken care of for now. How do they feel?”

“Better,” Altair said, and was surprised to find that the answer was true. He hadn’t even felt anything had been wrong, but his wings almost felt lighter now, easier to maneuver as he pulled them against his back, away from Lord Denholm and his unrelenting hands. This time, Lord Denholm didn’t maintain contact. 

“Good,” he purred. “I look forward to doing this again. Don’t you?”

Altair didn’t respond. He didn’t want to say anything, now that he had the choice not to. He wanted to think about the next time Lord Denholm would preen his wings even less. Outright torture would have been preferable to this pliant, forced vulnerability that he somehow had no choice to accept, and that was more frightening than he ever would have expected.

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been slowly chipping away at katc. still a lot left to do, but here's a little taste of syb and john interacting

With bullets flying overhead, Sybille ducks for cover behind a stack of crates in Nick’s garage. She reloads her gun, but rather than popping back up to return fire, she unclips her radio from her belt and lifts it to her mouth. “Hey John. You still there?”

“Change your mind so soon, Deputy?” John asks. His tone drips with eager and sadistic delight.

“Sorta,” she answers, and she flinches as a bullet ricochets off the edge of her cover, pinging loudly as it shoots off in another direction. “Lawyer-types like you like makin’ deals, right? So how ‘bout a deal?”

Shrill, obnoxious laughter spills from her radio, and she’s not sure how much of it is a performance and how much of it is genuine. “You don’t have much bargaining power. What exactly are you bringing to the table, hm?”

Smug fucking bastard. He better enjoy taunting her while he can because she fully plans on kicking his ass before she slaps a pair of cuffs around his wrists. “Myself,” she answers through gritted teeth.

In the din of the fire fight, she barely hears him as his voice drops dangerously low. “I’m listening.”

“Call off your men,” she says. “Leave the Ryes alone and I’ll surrender.”

“A tempting offer,” John hums in mock thoughtfulness. “But I’m afraid it’s not quite good enough. I’m going to need a little bit more to sweeten the pot.”

A barrage of bullets -- likely from a mounted machine gun from the sounds of it -- hammers against her cover. She barely has enough time to roll over the bar counter while the gunner is reloading. Bullets whiz past her from the other Peggies on the ground providing covering fire, and she hears the blam of a sniper rifle taking a shot at her. Her back slams against her new cover just as her old hiding spot is completely obliterated. 

“For fuck’s sake,” she mutters to herself. Her heart pounds in her chest, and although she technically has Nick providing air support, she really hates being pinned down like this. “Fine,” she says into her radio. “What do you want?”

“I want you to Atone, Deputy,” he laughs. “I want you to accept your sins, to wear them proudly, and to allow yourself to be cleansed.” 

“Jesus Christ,” she groans, and then, pressing her finger to the transceiver, she says, “Fine.”

“Ah-ah,” John tuts sharply. “Not quite.”

Smug fucking bastard. She can hear him smiling — can practically see it. Somewhere in the county, John Seed is donning a pleased, toothy grin, like the cat who caught the canary. 

God, he’s easy to lie to. Just tell him what he wants to hear and he starts fucking preening.

Moron.

But it doesn’t make the lie any easier to tell. This is a stupid idea. Reckless. Likely to get her killed. But she needs to get close to him to find out where he’s keeping Joey, and if turning herself over to him can get him off the Ryes’ backs, even if just for a moment, then it’ll all be worth it. 

“Yes, John,” she grits. “I’ll atone.”

“Wonderful,” he breathes. A few moments later, the gunfire ceases and all that’s left is the ringing in her ears. “My Chosen are on their way, Deputy. It’s in your and the Ryes’ best interest if you don’t resist. It’d be a shame if anything happened to the happy family, now wouldn’t it?”

“I already said ‘yes,’ didn’t I?” she asks.

[dazaiscum]

Hewoo! One: I ABSOLUTELY ADORED WHAT YOU WROTE FOR MY REQUEST, OMG

Second: After reading the present for his beloved yandere Dazai, I was thinking of something maybe weird but (cover of You right by Doja Cat and The weekend made by Rain Paris running in brain) what if at some point he meets the reader who's stuck in a relationship that literally drains her out (let's say she's very intense and passionate naturally) and he can see she's eyeing him with those sparkles and that want and said lively sparkles disappear when her boyfriend shows up?

(use it however you please, cheating, jealousy, nsfw, anything you wish tbh. The thrill is real 😅 if you're uncomfortable with it ignore :3)

Legit don't know what to name this....

A/n note: I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT!!!! cause I was kinda scared you didn't. I love this request and I think I'm gonna make the boyfriend abusive. ILY <3 Reader works in ADA in this fic.

Warnings: Mentions off Abuse, Mentions of blood.

Dazai was confused. He didn't understand why your shorter skirts and blouses were changing to turtlenecks and trousers.

He didn't understand why the person who was happy-go-lucky and still kept her smiles in serious situations to calm everyone else was rarely showing any emotions now.

He didn't understand the little speck of red on your blouse he saw the other day while you were getting coffee.

He didn't understand why you came to the agency rarely and only for emergencies.

He didn't understand why you flinched at almost every little sound but then, It hit him harder than a truck. We stan truck-kun

You were being abused, that's the only possible outcome he could get.

He planned to go to Ranpo during the lunch break to confirm his theory since he didn't want to get to conclusion that quick.

Time passed and it was already the lunch break. Dazai made his way over to Ranpo's desk.

There he was with a pocky in his mouth, reclining his chair and a bunch of snacks crowding the space on his desk.

"Ranpo-sa" He started but was cut off by Ranpo.

"I already know why you're here Dazai, I'm the best detective after all....but, i’m afraid to tell you that....you’re right."

At that moment Dazai was conflicted. Why didn't you ask him to help you? Why did you allow them to abuse you? You were clearly capable of defending yourself. Why didn't he notice it before. Thoughts like these surged his mind.

In the end he came to a decision. He would go to your house after work, Find out who was abusing you and take care of the problem.

Time passed, The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky.

Dazai and Kunikida were on there way to your house. Yes, yes he dragged Kunikida along with him. Kunikida was genuinely worried about you.

Soon they arrived infront of your door. Dazai rung the bell and not a Minuit after you opened it.

“Ah! Dazai and Kunikida-san!” You said with a huge smile plastered on your face with those lively sparkles in your eyes.

Dazai would've thought nothing was wrong if he didn't see the bruises on you right arm. 

“Hey, y/n. Kunikida-kun and I were wondering why you couldn't come to the agency today?” He asked with a carefree tone, hiding his worries behind his chestnut pools.

You were just about to answer when a voice cut you off. “Y/n, who’s at the door?”

A man emerged from the shadows where the voice had previously came from and puts a hand on your shoulder.

Those remaining sparks of life you had in your eyes seemed to have disappeared. And that's when Dazai knew, he had found the root of the problem.

“uhm, Dazai, Kunikida-san meet my boyfriend bf/n. bf/n these are my colleagues from the agency.” You introduced them awkwardly, your smile faltering.

Dazai was quick to pick a topic though. “Are you abusing her?”

“What did you just say?”

“I said are you abusing her?”

Eyes widening you were fast to take action. “D-dazai we can talk about th-this later” You say pushing him a little.

However Dazai wouldn't budge. “I said this before I will say it again. Are. You. Abusing. Her?” 

“So what if I am? what are you gonna do about it, huh?” your ‘boyfriend’ says clearly challenging Dazai having know idea that he was a former port mafia executive. mf really about to get his ass beaten

Dazai clenches his jaw, takes you in his embrace. Caressing your hair, he takes your chin in his hands, lifting your head up slowly. 

“How much did he hurt you, Y/n?” 

“D--Dazai please”

“Do you trust me?”  he asks you to which you nod instantly.

“Then please”

Hesitantly you show him all your scars, all the places he had hurt you. There were several cuts, bruises, and burn marks all over your body.

“We have enough proof, don't we Kunikida-san?” Dazai questions moving his head towards Kunikida’s direction still embracing you.

“Yes, yes we have. bf/n as of this moment you are under arrest for domestic violence” Kunikida says while he pushes his glasses up.

“Y-you, You can't do that!” bf/n says panicked and throws a chair towards Kunikida.

Kunikida however blocks it in time. Your ‘boyfriend’ quickly tries to escape using the back door.

Leaving he says, “Just you wait! I will come for you! You can't hide forever Y/n!! These people will die because of you!!”

Your eyes widening with fear, sweat starting to form on your forehead, tears starting to form in your eyes, you clutch his clothes to find some sense of security.

Noticing your frightened state, Dazai was quick to tighten his embrace around you, wiping your tears with his fingers and whispering reassuring things in you ear.

Kunikida then attacks bf/n, stopping him right before he escapes.

Soon later a bunch of Yokohama cops came and arrested your ‘boyfriend’ for domestic violence and sexual and physiological abuse because Dazai had already predicted an outcome of this sort.

He gave you one last glare before the police took him in the pursuit vehicle.

Petting your hear and placing a kiss on your forehead, Dazai spoke up. “See, he’s gone. He won't disturb you anymore.”

“Dazai”

“Hm?”

“Thanks” you said smiling a bit, with the sparkles of life, brighter than ever before now back in your h/c orbs.

“No problem” He says giving you a smile back and petting your hair.

“Promise me if something like that ever happens again you will come ask me for help” Dazai tells you raising his pinky finger towards your direction.

Smiling softly you connect your pinky with his, placing a ghost of a kiss there.

“I promise”

[writtenjewels]

Lend Me Your Voice (English version) from Belle 

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Watching a movie with Jason turned out to be a very interesting experience. Salim found it so endearing and funny that such a tough and aggressive man-beast would be frightened by a scary movie. Especially one he'd probably seen dozens of times already in his time trapped here. And yet Jason flinched and whimpered throughout the whole thing. Holding his hand must have helped because Jason clung to it like a lifeline.

They didn't have their usual late-night talk that evening and Salim wondered if Jason was embarrassed by how frightened he got during the movie. The next day his friends seemed to want to make it up to him and showed a comedy instead. That was enjoyable, too: watching Jason genuinely laugh and enjoy himself made Salim happy. Their eyes met quite a few times and Salim was delighted to see the human brown was still there.

Once again Jason didn't show up to meet with him later that night. Salim told himself this was a good thing: it must mean that Jason was sleeping better. But he couldn't help feeling a little sad at the same time. Since he was awake anyway, Salim took out a book and read until he was nodding over the page.

The next movie they watched was, strangely, an adaptation of a Shakespeare play. Salim expected Jason to complain about this or get bored but the beast actually seemed into it.

“Do you like Shakespeare?” Salim wondered.

“Yep. Took a whole class on his plays in college.” That really surprised Salim. “This is one of the good ones,” Jason continued. “They make the language sound so fuckin' conversational, it's wild.” Salim could only nod and turned his focus back to the screen.

He really wanted to talk with Jason about this during their evening meet-up but the beast didn't show up yet again. Salim felt actual hurt at this. Why wasn't Jason coming down to talk with him anymore? Even when they did interact, the beast was acting more aloof than usual. He thought their relationship was getting better but now it seemed to be taking a step backward. What had happened?

Salim was sitting in the rec room with a blanket draped over his shoulders and a mug of coffee in his hands. He was ready for the next movie but Jason hadn't arrived yet. Joey asked if he wanted to start anyway but Salim insisted they wait for Jason. He went through two cups of coffee and still the beast wasn't there. Finally Salim got up and headed to Jason's room. He knocked on the door.

“Jason?”

“I ain't in the fuckin' mood!” the beast shouted.

“But Nick said you like spaghetti westerns.”

“Fuck off, Salim.”

“Are you sick?” Salim persisted. He tried the knob but found the door locked. “Jason? Jason, please, talk to me. Let me see you.”

“Well, I don't wanna fuckin' see you, so buzz off.” Salim recoiled from the door as if he'd been burned. He had to take a moment to get his composure back.

“Why? Please, Jason, talk to me.” There was no answer from the other side. “Jason. If you think being an asshole is going to make me leave, you are mistaken. I am standing right here until you talk to me and tell me what's wrong.” There was still no answer.

Salim was starting to get really pissed off. Why was Jason acting like this? “Whatever bullshit you're trying to pull isn't going to work on me, you mangy cat. So you might as well stop this and open the door!”

“Fuck, Salim, leave me alone!”

“Talk to me! You've been avoiding me for days now and I'm sick of it!”

“You should be fuckin' glad you don't gotta see the cursed one. Be fuckin' grateful!”

“Don't you throw that bullshit at me!” Salim fumed. “I don't care if you're a giant beast; I just want my friend to talk to me again! I just want to see him and be with him.” There was a moment of silence, and then the door was wrenched open. Jason stood on the other side with teeth bared and claws out. Looking every inch the dangerous cursed one the village feared.

“Want to be with me now?!”

You want this, Salim realized. You want me to be afraid of you. Why? He met the beast's gaze and saw that the hue of Jason's human eye had shifted ever so slightly.

“Jason.” He lifted a trembling hand to the beast's face. Jason snarled and snapped but Salim didn't flinch away. “It's okay,” he soothed. “You're okay.” His hand touched Jason's cheek and he felt it was wet just under the beast's eyes. “You're okay,” he said again, lifting his other hand to touch Jason's chest. He felt the beast stiffen but Jason didn't pull away.

Slowly Jason lowered his hands, tentatively brushing Salim's hips. When he wasn't stopped, he slid them around to the small of Salim's back to wrap his body in a hug. Salim leaned into him, getting as close as he could.

(A/N: Heard this song and instantly thought of this AU, so I knew I had to incorporate it somehow)

[streetlight11]

Cat Café

Summary: Every year, your parents would set you on a date with any eligible guy that is of a wealthy family background so that your parents could expand their wealth and business. You were never looking forward to any of the dates until one fateful day, where the café worker attracted your attention.

Theme: cat café au, wealthy family au, strangers to lovers

Genre: fluffy

Warnings: none

WC: 4.4k

Pairing: Café Worker!San x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello again! Decided to write a cute kitty fic for San since he loves Byeol 💜 I hope he's resting well :'(

Being the daughter of someone who seems to be well-known as a millionaire in your country, there are pros and cons to it. The pros are that people would do anything and everything for your family, you lived in a mansion, you have a personal chauffeur but would prefer driving on your own, you can literally snap your fingers and anything can come to you except, you don’t like that.

The cons are that some people tend to envy your family, some even throw threats at you with ransom. And then there’s a handful of people who tries to befriend you just for your wealth but you’re not dumb. You’re smarter than people think.

However, one thing you never liked about this whole being born rich and having a family business fiasco, is that one of your parents would tend to be money minded and would do anything to gain power over their company. Which is exactly what was happening to you for the past few years ever since you turned 18.

Your father had been sending you on blind dates with a bunch of different guys who were sons of rich family business owners.

However, thankfully, your father wasn’t the kind to force you into marriage if you didn’t want to. But with that being said, every guy you rejected, results in a new guy for you and you hate this.

This year, your dad found you a guy who was around your age.

His parents owned a well-known wine company in the country. He was the youngest in his family. His name was Park Seonghwa and no doubt he was good looking and rather charming in personality, you just don’t feel the spark with him either.

And yet, here you are on your third date with him. You could tell that this person was a very kind-hearted man and that he was nothing but genuine with you.

But everything just feels out of place.

For this third date with him, he told you to choose where to go so you decided to bring him to a cat café that you knew of downtown. You walked with him side by side down the pavement after having dropped off by his chauffeur.

It was quite a chilly day, light snow cascading down on you as you walked.

Seonghwa was just listening to you talk about your school when he saw the way you were hugging yourself to shield your body from the cold breeze despite the three layers you had on.

He chuckled softly to no one as he soon wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you against his side, causing you to softly gasp.

Your words got stuck in your throat as you looked up at him with a bashful smile.

“Sorry, I guess you knew I was cold…” You apologized, earning a soft nod from him followed by a cute little giggle. You continued walking with him against your side, glancing up at him every now and then only to find him staring down at you with such warm eyes.

Both of you finally arrived at the cat café you wanted to bring him to, only to find it quite empty save for the two couples already in the booths with the kitties.

You entered the cosy premise of the café, immediately greeted by one of the staff there behind the counter.

“Hi! Welcome to Cuddles ‘N’ Coffee! Table for 2?” She asked with a cheery smile on her face.

“Yes please.” Seonghwa responded as she nodded before walking out the back and towards the glass door that shields the cats from leaving the front entrance.

“You can have that table booth right at the back. Just press the button on the wall and we’ll come over to take your orders.” She smiled as you thanked her for her great customer service before she returned your gesture with a sweet smile that turned her eyes into slits.

You and Seonghwa walked over to the table, careful not to step on any cats laying on the ground.

Some were already trailing behind you and the minute you placed your purse down and sat on the cushioned bench, a chunky brown cat leaped onto your lap and purred.

A soft giggle left your lips as you turned to Seonghwa who was also in the same situation as you but with a slimmer white cat in his lap.

“You make me want to adopt them really badly.” Seonghwa said under his breath, making you laugh.

After a few minutes of just bonding with the cats, you finally made your orders. The same girl came back about 5 minutes later with your orders, telling you to enjoy your drinks. You were just listening to Seonghwa talking about his boring lecturer when your eyes naturally glided over towards the front counter.

That’s where you saw a guy who looks to work there too considering the same polo tee and apron that Yeji, the girl who served you and Seonghwa earlier was wearing.

His smile was captivating as he joked around with Yeji, throwing balls of tissue at each other.

You watched as he seemed to have said something to her, causing her to slap his arm a little too harshly. That’s when he curled his body while holding onto the spot she hit.

But his frown was quickly replaced by a smile, watching her leave the counter with a middle finger in the air, directing it to him. Right when you were about to look away, his eyes happened to catch sight of yours. You’re supposed to be focusing on Seonghwa!

What are you doing? Look away!

Everything around you was a blur until you felt a warm touch to your knee, making you flinch and was soon turned back to Seonghwa who had a frown on his face.

“Hey? You okay? What’s wrong?” He asked out of pure concern.

“N-Nothing. Sorry, my mind went elsewhere for a moment. I’m so sorry, Seonghwa.” You apologized, already feeling bad for ignoring him like that whilst on a date. But all he did was chuckle and tell you it was fine.

After a few more minutes, you finally called it a night. You both reused your coats and checked to make sure you didn’t leave any belongings behind before making your way to the door to make your payment.

“Hello! I hope you enjoyed your time with the cats!” Yeji smiled to you two as she keyed in your orders.

“Yes we did. Thank you for having the cute fur balls.” You giggled, earning a laugh from her as well. Just when Seonghwa was handing his card to Yeji, you happened to turn right when her co-worker left the back room.

It was him.

He made eye contact with you briefly before turning away to enter the cat room. But you could’ve sworn you saw the small pout on his face. Unless your eyes were playing tricks on you.

Seonghwa’s car was now parked right outside your estate, with him insisting on walking you to your front gates while his driver stayed behind in the car. Once you were both there, he reached down to grab your hand gently making you turn around. You saw a frown decorating his face, instantly knowing something wasn’t right.

“Seonghwa? Is everything okay?” You asked as he stayed quiet for a while before he let out a soft sigh. And that’s when he explained everything.

“I know this might not be the best time to say this, but I have to. The past two dates were amazing. I never thought I’d find someone as down to earth and humble like you. And I did. Today was as amazing as those dates. The simple sushi dinner, the walk by Han River, the cat café as our last destination for this night’s date, I loved every second of it. And I really wish I could have more of this with you. I really do.”

He paused briefly before he continued, seeing that you were listening to him intently.

“But… my parents have decided… that they’re setting me up for marriage with someone else.” You weren’t going to lie, this news made your heart sink just a bit.

“Oh…” That was all you can muster and he knew you were upset.

“But it’s okay. We can still be friends if you’ll let me? The past three dates made me learn so much about you as a person and I couldn’t ask for more.” Seonghwa smiled, making you tear up feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Hey, don’t cry…” Seonghwa whispered in between chuckles as he wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just touched that you feel that way for me.”

“Well, then I’m glad I managed to make you cry.” He teased, earning a soft slap to his broad chest. Seonghwa laughed again but then got quiet for a split second before he spoke up cautiously, hoping you weren’t offended by his request.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” Seonghwa asked and you weren’t going to reject him this time.

So when you didn’t reply to him, he mistook it for rejection. But instead, you carefully slide your hands around his neck, pulling him close until you feel his lips against your own.

Seonghwa smiled into the kiss as his hands wrapped itself around your waist, instinctively pulling you closer to his body. Your fingers tangled into his soft hair gently, feeling him squeeze your sides a little before he chuckled against your mouth.

“You really are something else, you know that? Whoever dates you, is gonna be the luckiest guy on earth.” Seonghwa complimented you, making you blush.

“And to the girl who’s about to be your future wife, she better be grateful to have such a handsome, kind hearted young man as her husband.” You returned as he kissed you again before pulling away.

“Goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you around. Promise we’ll stay friends okay?” Seonghwa said, making you hug him.

“I promise.” You whispered against his chest, pulling away from him. You gave him a final wave as you watched his car descend down the road. Seonghwa was an angel and whoever he ends up with, will be the luckiest girl on earth.

It has been 2 weeks since your last date with Seonghwa and you’ve been coming to the cat café. Probably 3 times in each week. Sometimes to do your assignment, sometimes to just chill and hangout with the kitties. But in all honesty, you were lowkey expecting to see the guy working there the other day and you did.

Almost all your visits there.

Little did you know, he too was kind of looking forward to seeing you there.

It was a Saturday evening and you were out and about in town. Your parents didn’t have any guys for your blind date recently so you took this chance to leave the house and just spend time alone.

You managed to find your way back to the café, parking your car at an empty parking lot down the street.

You had just entered the café and it was slightly more occupied than the last time you came. But since you were alone, it wasn’t actually a problem. You were standing by the door, looking around at the people queueing at the counter to make their payments when a voice snapped you out of your trance.

“Hi, welcome to Cuddles ‘N’ Coffee. For how many people?”

You turned to look at who greeted you, only to lock eyes with the same ones you had been hoping to see every time you came there.

“Just 1.” You said with a small smile, only to catch the inner corner of his lips twitch upwards.

“Right this way.” He said as he led you towards the room where the cats were in. You followed behind him closely, only for him to lead you to one of the booths near the back.

“Call me if you need anything.” He said as you noticed the smile that appeared on his face before he left. And you caught a glimpse of his nametag right before he turned.

Choi San.

A few minutes later, you were too busy petting the fluffy white cat in your lap, you didn’t even realize more people had left the café and there were only 3 tables left occupied. The cat in your lap was purring as it nuzzled its face into your stomach, not knowing you were currently a topic of conversation that was happening on the other side of the room.

San had just finished charging one of the customers only to let out a long sigh.

“Tired already?” Yeji asked with a teasing smile as she approached him. San grumbled, leaning against the counter with his back facing where the customers would be.

“Today’s been a full house since afternoon and I’m dead, gone.” He said, leaning his head back to close his eyes.

San couldn’t see what Yeji was doing until he heard her voice from beside him.

“Go and talk to her.”

“Huh?” San snapped his head towards her with a confused look on his face, earning a giggle from her.

“You yourself told me you were upset that she wasn’t alone the other day, and now she is. So go talk to her!” Yeji encouraged him.

“What if her boyfriend just can’t make it?”

“San, she’s been coming here alone for the past two weeks in case you haven’t noticed. Maybe she’s here to see you? Come on, just keep her company. Nothing would go wrong with that.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’m a girl and I’d do the same if I wanted to be discreet about seeing my crush at his workplace?”

To that, San sighed as he turned to look over at you across the room, only to see you nuzzling your face against the cat’s head that was in your lap. This made his heart flutter as he saw the little smile on your face upon feeling the cat licking your nose.

He didn’t realize he had a silly smile on his face until Yeji pushed him gently to get his attention, “Just go, silly! That dumb smile on your face is telling a lot!” She laughed as he glared at her but without any venom in them.

He finally mustered up the courage thanks to Yeji as he was now making his way towards you where there’s only a couple who was left in the room with you.

Once he was a few feet away, his voice caught your attention, making you look up.

Immediately, your heartbeat started picking up speed.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” San asked politely, earning a soft shake of your head and a smile.

“No thanks, I’m good actually…” You said.

San nodded as he wasn’t sure if he should stay or leave. But you seem to have read his mind by asking him the question he never expected would have come from you.

“Do you… wanna sit down?” You asked as he glanced down at the empty spot beside you before looking back into your eyes.

“Uh.. y-yeah… are- are you okay with that?”

“Of course.” You smiled as you scooted over a little for him.

San carefully sat down beside you and almost instantly, a fluffy brown cat leaped into his lap. You giggled when the cat stood up with its back legs on his thighs while its front paws rested on his chest. Licking San’s chin cutely as the other cats started to surround him by the legs, begging for his pets.

“They seem to love you.” You commented with a genuine smile, making him chuckle.

“I own a cat myself so I guess I’m just used to being loved by them.” San said before turning to look at you, only to be flustered by the way you were staring at him.

“Wow… That’s sweet.”

“Do you have any pets?” He asked.

“No… Although I do wish to have one. I think it would be nice.” You said softly, only to hear him shift in his seat. Just then, his knee accidentally brushed against yours but you didn’t mind it.

A few seconds of peaceful silence went by, only for him to speak up, “Are you heading home soon?”

“I think I should? You guys are closing up soon right?”

“Yeah… Do you have a ride home?” He asked almost out of instinct, feeling sorry that he just blatantly asked you that when you barely knew each other.

“S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to be weird…”

“No. No. It’s fine. But yes, I do.” You smiled at him.

San awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness, only for you to speak up.

“Well, I think I should make a move soon. Thank you for sitting here with me.” You said as he smiled again.

“Sure.”

The two of you began making your way back to the front counter as Yeji keyed in your order. After you’ve paid, she hands you back your card and receipt, only for you to smile at both Yeji and San.

“Thank you. Goodnight.” You said as they nodded whilst she replied the same to you.

All San could do was smile, not able to move or say anything to you. The minute you left, Yeji turned to him and asked why he never replied to you. That’s when he finally told his co-worker that he was head over heels for you.

A few weeks passed and you had been going to that café a little more frequently now solely to see San. It was a Sunday afternoon, a bright, cold day. You were just making your way to San’s workplace when you got a call from him. You answered his call, only to hear his eager voice from the other side of the line.

“Hey! Where are you?” He asked.

“On my way to the café actually.”

“Nice. I’m a little caught up in the back so just come inside and find a seat near the back. Yeji’s working upfront.”

“Okay San, see you.”

“See you, cutie.” You could’ve sworn you heard his smirk creeping up on his face only for you to giggle.

You and San haven’t properly confessed anything yet, but you could definitely tell that both of you liked each other. Although San already knows about your family background, he was pretty chill about it. You could tell that he was a genuine person and wasn’t one who would just date you for money.

You even told Seonghwa about him and he feels that San is someone you could trust. So when you made it to the café and you saw Yeji talking to a customer alone by the cashier, you figured San was in fact in the back room.

So after the customer left, Yeji’s eyes travelled to you and immediately her smile beamed, causing her eyes to disappear.

“Y/N! Hey!”

“Hey Yeji.” You giggled.

“San’s a little busy with paperwork in the back but he told me to save a seat for you at your usual spot!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that though.”

“It’s okay, his words anyway.” Yeji giggled before bringing you to the table.

A few minutes passed, you were just kissing one of the cat’s cute pink nose when a familiar voice spoke up from above you, making you look up to see San standing there with his apron discarded.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

San smiled as he sat down beside you only to reach over and gave the cat a few strokes. You were about to turn and talk to him but instead, you got flustered with how close his face was with yours. The minute San looked up at you, you could literally feel his warm minty breath hitting your lips.

His eyes glanced down to your lips and you could see the corner of his lips curve up slightly. This in itself, made your heart pound against your chest as you turned away to hide your blush on your face.

“Uhh, I- I umm, are you hungry?” You asked, earning a soft chuckle from him.

He went to order for you two, also making the drinks for you before coming back. You spent the next hour with him during his lunch break, not forgetting to share some skin ship with him. Something you’ve grown used to.

San was ending his shift in two hours and you definitely didn’t mind staying there for another few hours for him since he himself said you could wait for him there.

And so you did.

After he ended his work, both of you left his workplace not without saying bye to Yeji.

You hang out with him for a bit before he invites you over to his apartment. You’ve been there more than five times and he has never done anything inappropriate to you. So you trusted him with all your life.

A few hours passed and you were now seated on his couch, watching the Disney movie ‘Frozen’ with him. “Omg, look at this jerk! He’s totally using her!” You ranted with an unconscious pout, earning a little chuckle from him.

“Well, at least I know I wouldn’t do that to someone.” San shrugged, making you turn to him. He had a silly smirk on his face but you weren’t going to comment on it. You were just blushing at his indirect flirty comment towards you despite not mentioning who he was talking about.

San was definitely talking about you and he knows you know it too. And seeing the blush on your face could only make him burst into a laughter that left you pouting.

“Shut up! Don’t make fun of me!” You whined as San wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry but you’re just too cute!” San said as you froze.

Sure he has called your choice of outfits pretty before but this time, it felt so raw and you were slightly taken aback by it. San definitely noticed this as he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. At first he was frowning but then it got replaced with a smile, melting you instantly.

The room fell quiet as you noticed the way his eyes fell to your lips and lingered there for a bit, making you nervous.

Just then, your breath hitched in your throat when he reached up slowly to cup your face and caress your cheek with his thumb. Nobody dared to say much but he had to make sure you were alright with where this is going so he spoke up.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” He whispered, his voice soft and gentle.

You gave him a nod to answer him as you watched him lean closer until his sharp nose lightly brushed against the side of your nose, lips barely an inch apart from each other.

You closed your eyes, too nervous to keep looking. San smiled at this as he gave your lips one last glance before he too closed his eyes and pressed his lips gently on yours. San felt you move your lips against his. He smiled into your lips as he caressed your cheek while he kissed you.

He was being so gentle with you, it definitely melted your heart.

He pulled away for a breath, letting his fingers lightly ghost over your features before you reopened your eyes to look at him.

“Was that okay?” He asked, his voice quiet.

“Yeah…” You whispered as you wrapped your fingers around the wrist of the hand that was holding your face.

“Good… Because I wasn’t sure if I trusted myself with words to confess to you.” San chuckled, earning a soft giggle from you before you replied to him.

“It’s okay… I like this better.”

With that being said, San smiled in victory as he kissed you again.

You spent the day with him, cuddling on his couch after a long but innocent make out session. Never did you think you would fall for a boy who worked at a cat café but you did. And you were more than happy you did.

~~~

[marrys-dream-world]

Imposter

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Summary:  Adrien's mother is kind and sweet and loving. The only problem is that it isn't her at all.

Notes: This is based off on this post by @infinitysgrace and a post athat I can’t find anymore, but was about how Emilie’s eye color could be wrong in the wishmaker flashback because it wasn’t her, it was a sentimonster. I took some liberties with sentimonster lore because I’m not 100% sure about all that, but I think it turned out well. 

One of Adrien’s earliest memories is of crying. 

He was young, perhaps three or four, and his room was blurry through his tears. When he grew older, he would get used to his father’s insistence that a night light was coddling Adrien, but at the moment, all he knew was the darkness surrounding him. The room was too big and his bed was in the middle of it, the light from the huge windows playing shadows that tricked his eyes. So he started crying, hoping it would call his parent’s attention and that they would come to him.

(When he grew older, he would learn that crying was useless.)

He felt more than saw his mother coming in, leaving the door open in a crack of light. Her arms wrap around him and she hums soothingly, the sound filling up his chest. She’s warm and smells sweet, like her favorite lavender perfume. He sinks into her, tears drying and sobs reducing to whines. He has tired himself out with that and would probably fall asleep even if left alone, but his mother doesn’t leave. She tucks him in and stays as his eyes close.

The last thing he sees are her wide blue eyes. 

-

Both his parents have drastic mood changes, but Adrien would say that his mother is the most prominent example of this. His father is usually just stoic and, if Adrien pushes him enough, gets annoyed with him. At worst, he’ll get angry and rage at Adrien, calmed down only by his mother’s calm words as she diverts his attention so Adrien can get away. His mother, though, always feels like whiplash.

“Why can’t I go with you?” Adrien, aged seven, asks his mother. He’s sitting on her bed as she packs her bag for another trip with his father. He stopped keeping count of them after the fifth. 

“You’re too young, baby.” She said and even the pet name didn’t stop the sting from her dismissive tone. “Next time, okay?”

He bits back a ‘you said that last time, too’. 

“But I’m already- “

“Adrien.” His mother chides, frowning. Her (disappointed) green eyes held him down. “I said you could stay here with me if you weren't going to be disruptive. Can’t you behave, just this once?”

He swallows back a lump in his throat. “I-I’m sorry, mother.”

But she already turned her back to him and packed the rest of her bag in silence. His mother leaves out her customary goodbye kiss when she leaves for the trip. He isn’t allowed downstairs to see them go and Nathalie insists it isn't a punishment, even though it feels like it. Adrien mopes in his room, not feeling up to enjoy his free day, no tutors or photoshoots, when all he can think about is his mother.

That’s why he’s taken back when she walks in his room.

“Mother?” He gaps, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought you left. Aren’t you going to miss your trip?!”

“I changed my mind, Adrien. Your father and I decided that the trip would be more productive with just him.” She said, eyes warm. Adrien always thought it was beautiful how her eyes could look blue or green, depending on the light. 

“But why?” He asked. She had been so excited for the trip!

“To stay with my precious son, of course.” His mother said, taking him into her arms.

All his questions evaporated right then and there. 

-

After their last trip, his parents decided to take a break from traveling. To network, his father informed him, which meant more boring family dinners and stiff ties. His mom always tuts when he complains about it, so he stays silent this time. At least it’s a dinner with Chloé, his best friend, and her family, so he and her are really only required to have dinner and then they can go off and play in the hotel rooms. 

“Arnold- “ Mrs. Bourgeois starts during dinner, before being nervously corrected by her husband.

“It’s Adrien, dear.”

“Oh right, Adrien. You grew up really well, you look more like your mother everyday.” Other people say it gushing, followed by a ‘so cute’ and pinches to the cheek. Mrs. Bourgeois says it like it’s a fact she approves of; Chloé even copies the small nod her mother makes. “You have her eyes.”

“Thank you, ma’am, but I don’t think so.” He says as politely as he can, but everyone in the table still throws him confused glances.

“You don’t think you look like your mother?” His father asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adrien shook his head. “No, I just don’t think I have her eyes. Mother’s eyes are blue and green and mine are just green.”

The Bourgeois family looks at him like he grew a second head. His parents, however, become tense all of sudden.

“Emilie, Gabriel, I think your son might be colorblind.” Mrs. Bourgeois says dryly and Adrien waits for his parents to come to his defense. They don’t. 

“Maybe. You know how children are.” His mother says, lightly. “I love your hat, Audrey. Is it new?”

The topic changes to Audrey’s new fashion exploits and Adrien and Chloé are finally allowed to go play. 

(Nathalie takes him to an eye doctor Mr. Bourgeois recommended the next day. The colorblind tests come back as negative.)

-

At age eight, Adrien was already used to working on fashion shows for his father’s brand. It didn’t make them easier to go through, however. 

It’s a summer one, this time, and his clothes are light and airy and his skin felt itchy and hot in the air conditioned cat walk. Looking at the bright lights around him hurt and the camera felt like it was looking uncomfortably deep into his soul. Was it too obvious that he wanted to run away? The crowd claps everytime he comes and everyone is smiling. Except for his father. 

After the show, his father spends the rest of the ride in silence as his mother tries to defuse the heavy tension that permeated the air with small talk and gushing compliments about the clothes and Adrien’s performance. It falls flat as she hardly looks like she’s up for talking, dark shadows under her eyes and skin paler than usual. Whenever Adrien asks her if she’s sick, she denies. As soon as they arrive home, he drags Adrien from the car towards the house, grip strong on his left upper arm. 

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me in front of everyone, Adrien?” His father asked calmly, but his hand tightened on his arm. 

Adrien couldn’t speak. It felt like it was happening to someone else, his mind weirdly detached from the situation. The only thing stopping him from floating away was the pain in his arm. 

“That’s enough, Gabriel.” He heard his mother, voice muffled. It felt like he was underwater in the pool and she was speaking from far away. Her hand, though, he felt acutely as she extricated his father’s hand from his arm. “Adrien, go, please.”

He runs away without second thought, only pausing guiltily at leaving his mother with his irate father when he starts hearing his father’s screaming. Adrien hides under the blankets in his room, heart racing long after the noise stops as he tries to focus his mind into anything else. He startles when he feels a hand touching his blanket cocoon. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby.” He hears his mother’s voice and frantically tears his blanket away. 

Adrien relaxes as he looks into her wide blue eyes and comforting smile, trying to leap for a hug. She stops him. 

“Let me see your arm first.” She says and he reluctantly takes off his jacket, wincing. The bruise on his arm doesn’t look pretty, so it’s for the best that he doesn’t go out much after fashion shows. “I can’t believe I let you get hurt.”

Her tone is soft and she looks, weirdly enough, genuinely confused as she touches the bruise on his arm and coos in apology as he flinches. 

“Father is just stressed.” Adrien parrots back his mother’s usual spiel after his dad does something less than exemplary. “It’s just how she is, it’s okay.”

"It 's not okay.” His mother says right away. “I’m supposed to not let anything hurt you, Adrien.” 

She says that with such a passion that he can believe she actually means it. But instead of the elation he expected when he heard it, all he felt was a surge of anger. Because why now? After all those moments when she scolded him for avoiding his father or not looking him in the eye, why now?

“There isn’t anything we can do about it, is there?.” He snaps, echoing her words to him from what felt like yesterday. 

She deflated. “I’m sorry. There isn’t.”

-

His father went away from a trip again and his mother, once again, decided to stay. 

Spending time with his mother during father’s trip was great, especially since she was in such a good mood and looking much healthier than she did these days. She lets him have an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert as soon as Nathalie turns her back on them, she spends the whole day playing with him in the garder, she helps with his homework and makes him a snack between classes. They play the piano together, making up different tunes and giggling. 

“Don’t I have to practice this?” He asked, pointing to the sheets of the classical song he was supposed to learn. 

His mother wrinkled her nose.

“You already work too hard, Adrien, it’s nice to have some fun once in a while.” She said, twisting her wedding ring on her finger. She usually didn’t wear it when spending time with him, only when she spent time with father, so it caught his attention. “Besides, nobody has to know.” 

They watch a movie he picked that night. His mother rarely did that and when she did, she was very picky about it. Artist stuff, he supposed. This time he got to choose, though, and he picked on based on a manga he liked, Astroboy. His mother seemed excited in the beginning, but her mood quickly subdued as the movie went on. 

“Are you not liking it?” He whispered to her and she shook her head.

“I am, baby, don’t worry. Are you?”

“Yeah. It's not really like the manga, but I like it.” He said. “I just think it’s a little unfair, you know. How he doesn’t know he isn’t really the scientist’s son, that he’s just a robot.”

His mother’s arms tighten around him. “I don’t think it’s unfair.”

“Really?” Adrien watched as the images from the screen played on his mother’s blue eyes.

“Really.” She repeated. “Him knowing would be crueler.”

-

At age ten, Adrien is awakened on a rainy night by his mother shaking him.

It was the night his father was supposed to come back from a trip and he had spent a fun day with his mother, studying and playing (“You need both to be a healthy boy, Adrien!” She grinned at him and he beamed back at her). His mother had looked a little skittish earlier, looking over her shoulder often only to just find Natahalie and fidgeting with the ring on her hand, that she usually wore every time his father was traveling. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong and insisted she hadn’t been sick. Nevertheless, he worried. 

“Mother, what’s wrong?” He asked, sleepiness fading away as he noticed how frantic she looked. 

“Adrien, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Every moment I’ve been conscious, it’s been on my mind. Can you trust me?” She asked him, stroking his head with the hand that wore her wedding ring, and he nodded. “I need you to pack a small bag and come with me, okay? We’re going on a trip, just you and me.”

“A trip?” It was all he ever wanted, but the look in his mother’s blue eyes made him hesitate. “Is everything okay?”

“No, baby.” She said, kissing the top of his head. “But it will be. Hurry up, I need you to pack while I handle some things. Meet me downstairs in five minutes, okay?”

With anyone else, even his father, he would have asked more questions. This was his beloved mother, though, so he just got up and started to pack his clothes and some of his stuff that he couldn’t do a few days without. He carefully closed his door, running down the stair and to his mother by the door. She looked damp, her outfit changed and an umbrella hanging by her feet along with some bags. 

“Adrien?” She asked, turning her green eyes to him. In her left hand, she held her wedding ring.

“Mother? Are you okay?” He asked, noting how much paler and shakier she looked than when he saw her upstairs. 

“Yes, of course.” His mother said as she put her wedding ring back on. “Whatever I said to you upstairs, forget it, okay?”

“W-what?”

“I didn’t know what I was saying.” She said, eyes staring straight at her ring. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. Go back to bed, baby. Your father is back earlier than expected and he won’t like to see you up so late. ”

He nodded, unwilling to argue, and took his bag back with him to his room. His mother suddenly acting weird and standoffish wasn’t anything new, it was fine. She would go back to being his sweet, kind mother soon enough. He was sure of it. 

(She never did.)

[delimeful]

pull apart at the seams (7)

continued from this fic! some of the chapters for this (5&6) are only on ao3 so make sure to check there if you haven’t!

warnings: arguing, PTSD, panic, dehumanization, angst

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“Logan Sanders!”

Above him, Logan froze, and for a moment his expression was nearly comical, reminiscent of nothing more than a cat caught with both paws stuck in the canary cage.

A heartbeat later, his features forcibly smoothed down into a cold neutrality, and with the giant’s shadow still weighing heavy over him, Virgil was swiftly reminded just who the canary was in that metaphor.

The giant didn’t reach for him, though, stiffening up from his admittedly incriminating looming position to turn and face Patton’s glare head on. Virgil didn’t think he’d ever seen Patton look so angry, and he probably never would again if his estimate of how likely he was to get out of the situation alive was correct.

Behind Patton’s shoulder, the other werewolf— Roman?— was peeking out past the doorway, making sheepish eye contact with Logan, and silently but exaggeratedly mouthing what looked like an apology. It made a confusing addition to an already alarming situation.

Virgil himself felt as though the rug had been yanked out from beneath him. First, some semblance of a conversation and even a near-apology from the guy he’d been convinced would horrifically murder him for the past week, and now Patton was, what, defending his property from his packmate?

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?” the giant in question continued, lips curling up in a barely-suppressed snarl.

“We were simply having a conversation,” Logan replied, sweeping a hand back slightly to indicate Virgil in the ‘we.’

Virgil just barely managed not to flinch, remaining perfectly still instead. Patton’s gaze flickered to him for a moment before returning to Logan somehow more intense than before.

“Was it really just a conversation?” he asked, firming his stance as though to say that he wasn’t going to let this go.

Logan’s shoulders rose a few millimeters defensively, but his demeanor only grew icier. “I wasn’t aware that you were the only one in this household who was allowed to try and communicate with the human.”

“Communicate with--,” Patton stepped forward, “You looked like a scavenger bearing down on a pup! Why would you corner him like that?”

Logan clicked his tongue irritably. “It’s impossible not to corner him, he’s a human! Being in the same room as a creature that small and slow could qualify as ‘cornering’!”

“You know what I mean!”

Still hovering in the doorway, Roman was grimacing, glancing between the two of them as though watching a particularly heated tennis match.

Virgil felt more like he was watching bombs go off, the argument too loud, too harsh, too reminiscent of his months in conditioning. Each sharp gesture or cutting glare registered as wrong-bad-hisfault, electric-spark phantom pains building up in the back of his skull. He swayed on his feet.

“He’s terrified of you, and you’ve certainly given him plenty of reason to be!” Patton shouted, and the room went quiet and suffocating, Virgil’s survival instincts dragging his attention back to the present.

“He told you.” Logan’s voice was monotone, but it sent terror racing down Virgil’s spine worse than any growl. His mouth formed the shape of protesting words, I didn’t I swear I didn’t, but no sound came out, his lungs constricted by the tense certainty that this was it, this was really how he died.

Patton shook his head, some of the anger fading from his frame, washed away by misery. “I guessed, Logan. The pieces were all there, sitting in front of my face, but I… I didn’t want to see the full picture.”

There was a terrible, fraught stretch of silence, and then Logan’s gaze slid to the side, going distant and glassy. “How long do I have to pack, then?”

“What?” “What?” The other two giants asked, voices overlapping.

“I understand. I’m being evicted for my transgressions,” he forced through grit teeth. “How long do I have?”

“Logan, no,” Patton replied fretfully. “We’re not kicking you out, you’re part of this family! We want you here!”

“I don’t believe the human I tormented will agree,” Logan bit out, but the words were double-edged with guilt, cutting back against himself. “Forcing him to share a residence with me would be cruel.”

Cruel.

There was a sharp, bitter sound, almost unrecognizable as a laugh, and Virgil only realized it had come from him after every eye in the kitchen turned his way. His chest seized with panic again, and he crumpled to his knees.

“Vee!” Patton gasped, and steps thundered closer, a hand hovering overhead--

“Don’t!” Virgil managed, the cry cracking halfway through. He curled in on himself, as though presenting a smaller target and begging would do anything but diminish him in their eyes even more. “Please don’t.”

Patton paused above him. “Don’t-- Don’t what, kiddo?”

Don’t grab him, don’t touch him, don’t look at him. How was he supposed to explain? They didn't understand anything.

“Don’t,” he said again, and flinched away from each of Patton’s movements.

“I-- I don’t understand,” Patton started weakly, and this time it was Logan that cut him off.

“Forcing him to share a residence with me would be cruel,” he repeated slowly, like he was puzzling each word against Virgil’s reaction to see how they fit. “Forcing-- Oh. Forcing him to stay where he doesn’t feel safe… would be cruel.”

A beat later, Patton’s shadow retreated from him entirely. The bands around his chest eased slightly.

“Let me go,” he choked out, each word bringing back memories of singed hair and tingling skin. “Just let me leave. Please. I didn’t want to be bought. I’m a person.”

A beat of silence, and then a set of footsteps rushed out, followed shortly by another set, leaving him behind. The fragile threads of Virgil’s hope dissolved back into nothingness.

“Leave and go where?” the last giant in the room asked.

Roman stepped closer, meeting Virgil’s gaze stubbornly. “To go get caught again? Or die out in the first storm that catches you? Everything here is just as huge as us.”

“Better than… dying here,” Virgil spat, and then his throat closed up, deciding that was enough words for today and quite possibly forever.

“What about living here?” Roman asked, glancing after his packmates briefly with unhidden worry. “Genuine living. Not as a pet or a-- a captive. Just as a roommate. I mean, obviously you don’t precisely trust us at the moment, but a mutually beneficial arrangement could be worked out.”

Virgil stared at him with dull, confused eyes, watching as the giant got more antsy with each passing moment of Virgil’s unresponsiveness.

“Don’t get me wrong, I still find humans downright impertinent, but if you go off and die, my pack is going to be miserable and morose for more than a few moons,” he continued to ramble. “We can negotiate terms, set up rules, anything within reason to ease their guilt and your terror.

“And this way, you have a real chance,” he finished. “Think on it, won’t you?”

It seemed to be an earnest request, but Virgil’s mind had done enough rapidfire processing for one day, and was now thoroughly shutting down.

Good thing he didn’t have to worry about thinking while unconscious.

[dijoin]

<18:07>

genre: high school students, strangers to lovers

pairing: student! heesung x student!gn! reader

warnings: none that i’m aware of

✦ inspired by day6’s “what can I do” mv !

The cold air from the night and the bad music that was playing on the store only made Heesung feel more bored while sitting behind the counter, only companied by a couple of older man who were eating instant noodles, truly not the most pleasing night.

He leaned on the counter allowing himself to rest his upper body there and scroll trough social media, some cat videos here and there and the same guys asking him were the thrash can was before leaving seemed to be all he would have for that night but the door bell rang one more time indicating another customer had come.

“hello, welcome to seven eleven. Can I help you?” the phrase came out almost as a dialogue he had practice constantly for a play, his eyes scanning the person in front of him and recognizing the school uniform as his school’s but not their face, maybe they weren’t on the same grade.

y/n smiled softly at them “uh yeah, do you have chips right?”, their cheeks turning pink from the cold air coming from the ac above them, staring at each other for a little bit until he broke the silence “yes, in the corner over there” he pointed and y/n thanked him while getting closer to the colorful plastic bags full with delicious chips and leaving him alone again to bear the basic music playing on the radio or so he thought, his boss unexpectedly came inside the store and after a quick hello he went past him and opened the cashier machine.

“whats this?” his annoyed tone tinted by growing anger made heesung rise his view from his phone with a confused expression. “this little punk.” he raised his voice “you stole the money didn’t you?” heesung took a glance at the machine only to see it was completely empty, with the black color of its material showing. He was genuinely as surprised as his boss, his shift started only a couple of hours ago and jihoon looked as relaxed as always when he saw him, he even bought himself a drink before getting out. Or was that what he saw until he entered the back of the building to change into work clothes?

“i think there’s a misunderstanding” heesung tried to say as calm as he could to not rise the tension but his boss who faced him directly clearly didn’t believed him and the anger on his face was showing more fiercely now. It was scary, not only for the fact that the old man was probably over 6’0 feet tall but that he also seemed to be really strong, at least enough to brake his nose from a single punch. “a misunderstanding? cmon I caught you red handed!, there’s not a single dolar or penny there!” he answered with boiling annoyance building up in each word, heesung not knowing what else to say to his boss remark just mouthed an “eh-“, letting the man to keep yelling and asking him where the money had gone until he started threatening to call the cops but poor heesung had gone completely blank to say anything else on his defense. He had never stolen anything on his life and as much as he needed money for university he wouldn’t steal to get it, he work for it fair and square. That only left one person who could be the culprit, but he was too nice to throw him under the bus.

Those thoughts gathered in his mind just until he felt a grip on his arm, it was y/n who worriedly looked at him. “Sir what are you doing?” they said cutting trough all the threats and curses coming out of the old one’s mouth “you cannot accuse him of anything just like that!, did you truly saw him with the money on his hands?” Heesung was totally surprised at their bravery, y/n who was a lot smaller compared to his boss and a lot more skinny and probably weak didn’t flinch an inch while taking down all of the accusations his boss was hitting him with.

“let’s just get out of here, it’s useless” they said dragging heesung out despite still being in the middle of a fight, they walked trough the empty streets of Seoul, feeling the fresh air hitting their skin, in complete silence only stopping to take a seat in the closest park swings. He had not spoken a word since they got out of the store while y/n who was really bothered by how the man accused heesung like that, was now ranting all about how unfair it was to accuse him and make a whole scene if he had no proof of him stealing, how if they were stronger they would have made them close their mouth and more with some punching and kicking into the air as a representation of it.

“Cute” was the only thing that came to heesung’s mind, looking at the person to their right and moving back and forth softly on the swing he laughed a little gaining y/n’s giggles in return, they also knew how childish they must looked while performing a whole karate show worth of the ninja turtles appreciation to elaborate on their frustration with heesung’s boss reaction.

Just like that, the night went on with both of them talking and laughing as if they have known each other from way back, letting the cold air be the only thing that bothered them.

! hello it’s azul, im back with this little scenario i thought of after watching day6’s what can i do mv again! hopefully you enjoy it <3.

[stylistiquements]

Day 1 : Soap Bubbles.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : You're being introduce to the internet in a peculiar way, it's up to you to decide what you're going to do with it.

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.4k | W: written part underneath

𐐪𐑂 Warning : very few swears

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The coffee that sinks inside your stomach brings out a grimace and a click of your tongue where the taste stains; too bitter, too acidic but you’ll drink it anyway and to the last drop; there is something about the idea of spending time with three best friends that is so made of spring and honey that you wish to miss none of it.

“Someone is lurking,” George contemplates out loud, and the call goes silent for a second as if to look for the intruder. And it would so easy to flinch, to hit the back pedal, because you almost feel like one being exposed front stage like that. But today- today is not that day.

It's not that you don't want to join the discussion, it's that it takes a second to warm up, to absorb the energy and become one with it.

And sometimes, all it takes is Sapnap to exclaim, “Panini head, my beloved!” for your smile synchronizes with his chuckles. Somehow, once noticed by the right person, life flows back naturally.

George and Dream greets you in trailing unison, like two kids forced to greet their unwelcomed aunt on a sunday afternoon.

“H-hey troublemakers,” you finally say. Your voice is still quiet, not reluctant, but rather uncertain. It doesn't bother anyone.

“I’m beating Dream’s ass at chess and he’s bitter,” Sap explains, and you silently nod, as if they were able to see you.

A long silence follows along, rythmed by clicks of mouses and keyboards and it falls in your ears like high droplets. It's comfortable. It's intimate, shared with friends only.

"We haven't heard from you in a while," Dream says. "I mean ... before the clout fiasco."

You wouldn't exactly call it a fiasco, even though you don't really like the idea of being perceived a little too closely from the eyes of twitter.com, but you do agree anyway, "I've been caught up on college essays lately."

"That sucks," George probably adds.

“Good thing you’re here, then,” Dream notes, simple as a breath. “This is a worry-free zone.”

It hovers for a second, carried by George’s approval hum.

You squint suspiciously, detective mode, at the profile pictures that light on and off before your eyes, “Thanks, dream.”

He scoffs a “sure” and you’re not sure why you sense a bit of irony stuck on the back of his teeth. You're so tempted to call him out, but you don't. Instead, you write a mental note of this odd moment.

“It’s because I told him about your three brothers and now he’s scared they’re gonna find him and kick his ass,” Sap explains as if he just read your mind.

Sometimes, there’s this thing in the air, though you’re miles away. Something like a connection. There’s this thing when you don’t need to talk for Sap to understand. Sharing one brain cell, you dismiss ironically. Probably coincidences and predictability, but it always sounds a little special, a little like something you’d wish to be out of this world, like morning dew and fairy circles. And it makes you feel safe, at home, just like snuggling up in the sheets during a stormy night. Your smile washes up the sleeve of your hoodie, covered palm carefully hiding your chuckles.

“Three older brothers,” George muses, and there’s no telling if it’s something meant for you to hear. “That’s kinda scary.”

“You better be scared, one of them is probably your FBI agent,” you tease mindlessly, though there's nothing scary about those three grown men.

“I’m British, Bunny,” he points out. Whether the exasperation in his tone is fake or genuine, that, you can’t tell, but you play it cool, grin carved so deep it almost hurts. Dream’s wheezes rise and fall in the background.

“Say that to his face then,” you outbid smirkingly after a second of silence, heels growing into the carpet to make your chair spin slowly left and right, so breezily.

“I’d praise you for the rest of my life if you-Oooooooh your ass is wacked. Your ass is so wacked, dude. You fucked up so bad,” Sapnap chokes out between strings of giggles.

“Oh no, my streamer is losing his game?” You theatrically pout. “My streamer Dreamwastaken, have you met him? Guess you don’t need any of my brothers to kick your ass.”

“Okay yeah- no- it’s not my fault if your- they’re distracting me, okay?” Dream defends.

Slowly, the energy lowers again and the call remembers peace as Dream admits defeat.

“I’m not playing against you anymore,” he mumbles through greeted teeth, your hoodie shelters a muffled giggle. “Let’s talk about y/n’s twitter fame instead.”

“Let’s just not-” you mutter, both because seeing Dream lose at something is a miracle that has to be witnessed once and because you’re somewhat reluctant. “Let’s just not talk about that.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea it would draw this much attention to you,” Sap admits.

“Well, you talk about her all the time it was only a matter of time before twitter finds out,” George taunts and you secretly smile, listening to the way your best friend tries to defend himself, mind flooded with the last memories you have of when you were able to see those chuckles for real.

“Yeah, Quackity already told me you guys talk behind my back,” you fakely muse. “That’s totally fine, I don’t wanna know what you guys are talking about at all.” It’s a lie, obviously, the idea creeps upon your mind with assumptions you can’t quite get a grip of nor let go.

“You and Quackity talk?’ Sapnap asks, hint of surprise, and you hum.

“Or rather, he talks to me. He keeps calling-.” Shit. The forsaken word traps itself into your mouth. It’s too silly anyway.

“Come on, just say it,” Dream pushes as if he knew too much, more than you even do, and your cheeks flush mindlessly. You don’t notice.

“Dream, quit it!” You demand.

“Quit what?”

“You talk as if you knew more than anyone did.”

“Maybe I just do,” he coos, so dream-like.

Oblivious or careless, Sapnap asks, “Is Quackity bothering you or something?”

“He-" you begin but stop to look for the right way to put it, "He triggers my flight or fight response.”

"I mean, duh," Sapnap probably rolls his eyes.

"But I like him. He's funny."

After a second of silence, George says, “Well that was unexpected.”

“Not so much, I think we’re both chaotic neutral people.”

“What is that neutral chaotic thing anyway?” Dream is confused.

Roll up your sleeve girl boss because now is your time to shine! You offer your best dream smp alignment chart to the classroom. They're speechless, but they listen carefully.

"Then you're more chaotic good than neutral. You're too sweet anyway," Sap says.

"I'd even say lawful good," George debates.

"That's because you haven't seen Bunny during her crazy cat hour."

"True," you note.

"She'll go absolutely batshit."

“What?" George burst between confusion and surprise. "We've never seen you like that."

"A lady never reveal her secrets," you retort. No one answer.

It leaves a second for your mind to enjoy peace. For your eyes to lay on c!tubbo on lawful good and think true, then on c!dream on chaotic evil and think also very true. You huff and it's like a wave; as sarcasm leaves your breath, an idea comes in.

"Sap, check your DMs," you request.

Surrounded by the evening lull, Sapnap’s laugh pops like soap bubbles, "God, you’re so stupid. Why can't you just marry me?"

“So, is it Sapnap approved?” You chuckle lightly to prevent Sapnap’s morning fresh laugh to fill your chest and leak everywhere.

“Just press ‘send tweet’ please,” he confirms with leftovers of a smile in his voice.

"George, get me out of here. They're doing it again," Dream whines.

"Doing what?" He asks, unbothered.

"Act like they're alone in the convo. Just get a room." And you don't get to stand up for yourself that you and your best friend are actually sent to another room.

"Well this one is chaotic evil confirmed," you mumble as you roll your eyes but the vibes are much peaceful, much more comfortable in here. "So ... hi."

"Hi," he chuckles in return.

Maybe that's for the best; a moment that needs to stay a little timeless, secretive and special. It hasn't happened in so long, you don't even remember the last time it did.

"I'm glad you're here. I miss you, you know?" He says, and it's hard to not feel so bittersweet about it. It's hard when longing involves a craved touch, a real smile and an eye contact. Your shoulder sinks in the chair a little harder.

"I miss you too. I'll be here soon," you promise. And soon couldn't come any sooner.

But the conversation, soft and free, will wash up any worries, as always, and you'll end up talking about everything and nothing, about streams and planned videos and college and god knows what. As long as it makes the two of you happy and smiling. Just like the old days, you'll both think and it's fair to say until the evening turns into night and night turns into fatigue.

"Are you sure you're okay about that clout?" He asks once again. "I know you don't like being exposed like that."

"Yeah, yeah don't worry too much about it. I'll try to make good use of it."

"I'm sure you will," he murmurs, but oh boy did he not know what was about to come until you two meet.

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Taglist : @open-minded-chip-101 ; @itsoakaa ; @gaysludge

A/N : so first of all it has come to my attention that 129 days from now on is actually my birthday so that's a weird coincidence lol. Hi how are you guys?? welcome to the first part I hope you liked it. I'm fairly new to the mcyt community and that's the first time I write for them, so bear with me. Feedbacks are always appreciated. Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

[forever-rogue]

OH I HAVE AN IDEA like an angsty fic where bucky and reader have a miscommunication and it causes a fight between them and they are both like ???? “we’ve never yelled at each other ??? what is this” AND IDK I JUST WANT ANGST

So, head empty, very little thoughts, but I hope this works and you like it 🥺

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You sang along to the music that was playing softly in the background as you showered and got ready for your day. You’d had a late start, easily giving into Bucky and staying in bed for just five more minutes, which had really turned out to be almost another hour. The good thing about being the boss was that you could afford to be late every once in a while. Bucky was in the kitchen, whipping up a quick breakfast before he too needed to leave and go about his day.

“Sugar,” he called out to you as you washed your hair. You could faintly make out his voice as you carried on, but figured you’d be able to make out what he was saying well enough, “I’ve got everything made and prepared just how you like it!”

You thought nothing of it for a moment and continued to wash your hair; but about halfway through the motions, you stopped in surprise. What had he actually said?

“Bucky? Bub, what did you say?” you quickly rinsed out our hair before pulling back the shower curtain as you tried to listen in. Had he really said he was mad?

“It’s all done! I’m done,” he called back as he covered your plate for you to find once you got out of the shower. He grabbed his travel mug of coffee and headed towards the door, giving Alpine a quick pet before leaving, “bye honey. Running late and gotta go - I’m leaving!”

“Bucky!” you almost slipped and fell as you tore back the shower curtain and almost jumped out of the shower. It was still running as you haphazardly grabbed a towel and darted down the hall and into the kitchen. But he was already gone; the only thing that was left behind was the faint smell of his cologne. Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you trudged back down the hall to finish your shower. You were already running late and whatever this was - whatever had just happened - would need to wait until later.

Had Bucky really just broken up with you in the midst of a shower? It sure seemed like it right now.

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A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you sat down and stared at your computer screen. You’d had the same spreadsheets and charts pulled up for the last two hours and made almost no progress. You swore that almost every single interaction you’d had with Bucky over the last week was playing on loop in your mind. You were desperately trying to figure out where you’d gone wrong, what had caused him to snap.

In an effort to alleviate your own fears, you’d texted Bucky to get a response from him and see what was going on. But you hadn’t heard back from him. You’d sent three messages before deciding not to bombard him. But still...if he was just up and leaving you after almost three years together, he owed you at least a small explanation.

You opened google and quickly pulled up an apartment search, already resigned yourself to the idea that you’d need to find a new place fast. Being around for too long would be too hard and you didn’t want to subject to more torture than necessary. And Alpine! You’d need to decide what to do with your beloved cat - Alpine loved you equally, how were you to choose who would get the fluffy little thing? And all the friends in common you shared...who would they side with?

“Fuck,” you groaned at nothing in particular and decided to focus on your work. At least that would keep you distracted and your brain focused on something other than Bucky. You would figure out everything else tonight. It would all be fine. This was no big deal; maybe your world was falling apart...but you would handle it. You always did.

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When you finally allowed yourself to go home that evening, you were shocked to find the lights on and Bucky in the kitchen. He was on the phone with someone, his new girlfriend or someone like that you immediately presumed, moving about the kitchen as he finished dinner. You choked up as you watched the domestic scene that was so normal to you by now. But this time, it felt so wrong.

You stormed in and for whatever reason, you decided that grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Bucky was a good idea. You picked the soft thing up in your arms and hurled at him, who suddenly realized you were home and yelped in surprise as he dodged the offending object. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he pointed to the earbuds in ears as he turned back to the stove.

You were seeing red by now as you stormed in the kitchen and ripped his earbuds out. He was so stunned by your sudden actions, he jumped back and offered up a shocked look.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” you shouted at him as you threw the buds on the floor, half tempted to stomp them, “how fucking dare you!”

“Sugar, what on earth are you talking about?” he grabbed his phone off the counter and ended the call without hesitation. Your chest heaved as you waited for some sort of explanation, “what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not alright! How on earth could I be alright?” you threw your hands up in exasperation as you tried to unsuccessfully hold back your tears. He was so calm and nonchalant about everything it was almost more frustrating than anything else.

“Okay...something is going on. Care to enlighten me?” he tried to reach up and wipe your tears away but you flinched out of his touch, “sugar?”

“Y-you! It’s you!” you cried softly as he motioned for you to explain just what it was about him that was the problem.

“What about me…?”

“You just break up with me this morning and tell me you’re leaving me and then you just come back like nothing has happened?” as soon as the words left your mouth, Bucky’s mouth dropped open. It was news to him that he’d broken up with you, “and you didn’t answer my texts all day! I deserve some sort of explanation!”

“I didn’t...I didn’t break up with you, Sugar,” he stated simply as you tilted to your head in confusion, trying to decide if he was pulling your leg or being honest, “why would I leave you? That makes no sense. I love you - I’m in love with you!”

“This morning,” you whispered softly, “you said you were done and you were leaving. When I was in the shower.”

His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what exactly you were talking about. But then it hit him and he struggled not to burst out laughing. He gnawed on his lip as he fervently shook his head, “my sweet girl, you...well you heard me correctly, but incorrectly at the same time.”

“What? I-I swear…”

“What I said was breakfast was done and that I was leaving for work because I was running late too,” he explained as you tried to replay all that you had heard. Maybe...maybe you hadn’t heard him correctly at all - and in turn jumped to the worst possible conclusion, “I had to run...I’m sorry I didn’t come into the bathroom and say goodbye. Maybe that would have solved this whole thing.”

“You’re not..leaving me?” you asked as he just shook his head and took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, “you still love me?”

“I find it both hilarious and concerning that you so easily thought I would just leave,” he kissed the top of your head as you held onto him as tightly as possible, “of course I’m not leaving. You never have to worry about that, sugar. I love you so much, silly girl. You sweet, silly girl.”

“I’m an absolute idiot,” you mumbled as you buried your face in his shoulder. You couldn’t believe that you jumped from A to Z so quickly and without a moment of hesitation, “I’m sorry, Bub. I feel like I wouldn’t blame you if you did want to leave me now.”

“Never,” he promised softly, “even if you do have moments of being ridiculous. Just like I do.”

“If I ever do something so dumb again,” you huffed as you pulled back and looked at those ocean eyes, “just smack some sense into me. But I...you didn’t answer my texts.”

“Texts?” he seemed genuinely confused as he reached for his phone and correctly scrolled through his messages. You could see that there were none from you, “what are you…I was in bad reception today. Blame Sam, that I was just on the phone with, for that one. They probably never came through. I’m sorry, honey. If they’d come in, maybe we could have avoided this whole situation, huh?"

“Some bad luck on top of it,” you hid your face behind your hands and sighed heavily, “James. I..I’m so sorry for everything. I just downright acted like a fool today. I don’t even know where to begin to apologize. I love you, Bub. I hope you can forgive me, but if not...I would-”

“Hey,” he put his hand under chin and turned your face up to meet his own. His smile was lilting and gentle and his eyes soft, “I love you. It’s alright done and forgotten. Are you hungry? Dinner’s just about finished.”

“I love you more than anything,” you whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “I just...my emotions were so all over the place today. Like out of control, A to Z. I don’t know what happened.”

“Shit happens,” he dismissed it with a slight scoff as he reached for some dishes, “I’m yours, sugar. Always.”

“Me too,” you agreed as you leaned against the counter, watching him with nothing but adoration. It was then that another realization - and possibly an explanation - hit you. It felt like a punch in the gut, “shit.”

“What?” Bucky asked as he started to plate dinner, “everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled nervously, “just remembered something I forgot to do today.”

“As long as you’re alright…”

“I am,” you promised. You could worry about this later, “hey - I love you so much, Bucky. You know that right?”

“I love you too. Always.”

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[1kook]

commercial break; SEVEN

this is part of my netflix & chill series ! happens a few months before part 7 

summary; And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan.  warnings; horny jk, jk wants to roleplay... everyone point n laugh, mentions of his impreg kink lol, making out, tits, honestly jk is just very horny n in love lol, jk in a vampire costume w fangs O_o rating; mature (18+) wc; 2k

notes; if u don’t know who lindsay is first of all ur sick, second of all here’s my queen’s top moments. also i just gotta say, this was originally gonna be a larger fic (a halloween special) for my ncouple, but i got a lil busy with school n ultimately didn't have time to invest in this as a whole installment so..... enjoy this commercial break instead!!

Jungkook loves Halloween.

He loves the pumpkin carving and the decorating. Loves the spooky music and the abundance of candy. He loves it, absolutely adores it, and for the second year in a row, he gets to spend it with you! Yet another person he loves very much.

He doesn’t remember ever being this excited for Halloween. Last year, you had roped him into going to some frat party with him, had egged him on, begged so cutely that it was your last year in college, baby until he caved. The two of you had spent the night drinking until you blacked out, Ubering home with your costumes half on, and then unceremoniously fucking in his living room with the blinds wide open.

(The next neighborhood meeting had been very awkward for Jungkook.)

It was his first time ever drinking with you like that, and he vaguely remembers, through his own drunken gaze, how cool you had been. Had absolutely owned a bunch of greasy football players at beer pong in your little sexy nurse costume. And when the crowd cheered your name, shrieked in awe, it had been him that you turned to for praise. “Did you see me, baby,” you had giggled, crowded him against the wall of this random house until Jungkook was sweating profusely. In lieu of a costume, he had worn a silly jogger set with a skeleton design that was supposed to glow in the dark, according to Amazon. You had told him he looked adorable, had kissed and squeezed his cheeks until Jungkook was a flustered mess.

It was still early into your relationship— if Jungkook did the math, you were only about five months in at that point —so he didn’t know how else to cope with the rapid thundering of his heart, the confession sitting on his tongue, the then scary L-word begging to be heard. So, he took you home and fucked you until your little nurse cap slid off your head and you were begging for him to let you cum, thus earning him his first ever offense for violating the neighborhood rules (i.e., traumatizing a group of middle schoolers by fucking in plain sight).

Long story short, Jungkook loves Halloween, and he loves it even more when he gets to spend it with you.

(He’ll never admit it, but he’s a hard romantic. He wants to do cheesy things with you, like cuddle you into his arms when you get scared, pat your head until you can look at whatever is happening on screen again. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, wants to be your refuge when things become too much. He likes to think he’s done a pretty good job so far.)

Jungkook’s plan goes like this:

First, welcome you with that Halloween basket you’ve been sending him tweet links about all month. The cute little Jack-O-lantern candy bucket stuffed with candy and hair ties and a soft Halloween themed blanket. It’s so cheesy, makes him blush when he catches sight of it in his closet, but Jungkook will do anything to please you.

Next, after presenting you with your Halloween gift and having you coo and tell him he’s a good boy, he’ll invite you to break your new soft blanket in. The living room will be prepared with an assortment of your favorite foods, the flat screen ready to play whatever horror movie the two of you settle on.

And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare.

It’s a perfect plan.

It’s the best way to spend his favorite holiday, with his favorite girl by his side and some of his favorite horror films on the big screen. Jungkook spends all of October geeked up for it, even considers hanging up lights around the living room to really set the mood. He’s so excited, can’t wait to spend another wonderful holiday at home with you, that he doesn’t fully realize why you haven’t brought up the long awaited topic of costumes.

“You like?” you ask, standing at the door of his bathroom with a sultry look in your eye, tits practically pouring out of the tight top you’ve wiggled into, skin oiled up scandalously. He fumbles with the fake vampire fang prosthetics he’d been trying to glue in for the better half of an hour.

He had heard the door open downstairs when you got here, had called out his mandatory greeting as he heard you come up the stairs. But none of that had prepared him for the sight of you in… whatever this was.

Jungkook doesn’t really understand exactly what you’re supposed to be dressed up as until the two of you are back downstairs—blinds drawn, full moon slipping in through the cracks—with some random horror movie pulled up on the TV. “I’m Lindsey,” you whine, brand new fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It shields your boobs from view, but he’s not sure if that’s a win or a loss. “From Total Drama Island!”

He settles in beside you, doesn’t get too comfortable because it’s nearing sundown now and he knows the herds of children are bound to start flowing in. “Uh huh,” he says mindlessly. His collar feels itchy, the overly-detailed vampire costume he meticulously scoured the internet for being one size too small. You snuggle into his side anyway.

“You don’t know anything about cinematic masterpieces,” you frown, avidly tuned into The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, because apparently you love horror movies all of a sudden, a fact that genuinely throws Jungkook off. He’s not sure what it is about you that had deluded him into thinking you would be a scaredy cat, but he doesn’t take the new bit of information too hard.

The doorbell rings right as the first gorey scene ends and you make a big show of huffing and whining as he rushes to answer it. But it’s only the beginning of the long night that awaits, and, as Jungkook comes to find, running back and forth from the door to the couch is harder than it seems.

Anyway, Jungkook’s neighborhood is a little posh, or ‘bougie’ as you like to claim, and trick-or-treating hours end a little before eleven pm. By then he’s tired, having refused your offer to switch places in fear that your boob might fall out of that scrap of fabric you call a top and earn him his second neighborly offense.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your boobs falling out in private.

“Stupid,” you giggle when he gets caught in his long cape, the sound slowly melting into a whimper as he slips his hands beneath your top, fighting with the ridiculous push-up bra you’ve donned tonight. Hands tangle in his hair, mess up the careful side part he’d styled up for tonight, and legs lock around his waist. “Your curtains closed?” you tease.

He huffs, catches your chatty lips with his roughly, presses and presses until your mouth must bruise. He belatedly remembers about those sharp fangs he’d glued on—hey, if he was going to dress up as some gaudy monster it might as well be realistic—and doesn’t realize until he tries to bite your neck and you let out a little yelp. Truthfully, he feels bad right away, but then you’re practically dissolving in his arms so he plays along. “Shh,” he hisses.

The roar of a chainsaw and terrified screams fill the living room, almost drowning out the soft sounds you release by his ear. “O- Or what?” you pant, flinch when he pushes your sad excuse of a skirt up over your waist. “Gonna b- bite me?”

And so Jungkook does.

You shriek. “That hurts, you idiot!” you scold with a tiny whine in your voice, but Jungkook’s cock is so hard. Your tiny, tight outfit does you no favors. Tits in his face, tiny thong against his bulge. He wants to make you sob, litter bites and marks all over your skin until his love makes you ache. You must see the crazed look in his eyes, because you drop the scowl. “Hey,” you say slowly, hand on his chest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me.”

He lets go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He wonders if you can feel his thundering heart beneath your palm. “Fuck,” he sighs, leaning away to regain his senses. Was it something in the air? Was it the fatigue? The full moon? Why did he want to fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until you were a crying, shivering mess? Something about you tonight, laid out for him to take, makes him feel absolutely insane. Starved and psycho; he just wants to take and take until you don’t have anything more to give. He purses his lips, tries to ignore the hot feeling in his lower abdomen when your hardened nipples register to his eyes. “I think I’m becoming evil.”

Of all the idiotic things his brain can come up with, this one is definitely top five. His cheeks flush right after, fueled by the boisterous laughter that escapes your lips at his statement. “Oh my god,” you gasp in glee, hands falling down beside your head. “You’re becoming evil?’

Jungkook frowns, flopping down on top of you to hide the embarrassment that paints his face. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your neck, warm and safe.

A hand cards through the back of his hair, nails dig lightly into his scalp. “Aren’t you the cutest little vampire,” you coo, seemingly ignoring the rock hard cock Jungkook presses against your thigh. He’s still so horny, has this sick thought that he could just pin you down right here, tear that silly costume to shreds and swallow you up in his lust. But your voice is so sweet, has his eyes fluttering shut as you gather him in his arms. “Silly vampire,” you hum, one leg thrown around his hip, a subtle roll of you hips up into him.

Jungkook huffs, licks a flat strip along the base of your neck. It draws a shaky exhale from you, has your hands digging into his back when he begins to slowly lap against the skin, nibble and tug until your back is deliciously arching up into him. “Wanna push you down,” he confesses quietly, hands securing themselves against your hips as he leans back. You're all dazed, eyes trained on his fanged mouth when he hesitantly adds, “l- little human.”

You could laugh, tease him for his sudden weird need to role play with you, but you don’t. A look of understanding crosses your face, sly smirk slowly following. “Oh?” you grin, hand coming around to cup his cheek. “The little vampire wants to use my body?” Jungkook tightens his jaw at your jab, but nods nonetheless.

You’re a feast before his eyes. Boobs in his face, pussy begging to be filled. You’re his, just like Jungkook is yours. And when you indulge him and his stupid whims—kinks, he should say, occasional interests that sometimes make him question himself—his heart feels warm and full. Proud and unashamed, like the truest version of himself when you look at him with those eyes. And your words only confirm it.

Your hands reach down for your top, pull the flimsy material over your head in one swoop that has your bra coming off with it. It drops to the floor. If it makes a sound, Jungkook doesn’t hear it over the shrieks of terror on screen. the blood deaths, the suspenseful music. All he hears is he hammering of his heart. 

It’s two of your sneaky fingers that come up to play, pinch one nipple tenderly as you meet his eyes. “It’s all yours,” you purr. “I’m all yours.”

And the thirst he feels, well. It’s a little vampiric, to say the least. 

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