#my am I awfully chatty this evening

[beautiful-detective]

I wonder if there's any story where the MALE character goes crazy/insane and evil because they can't have children or their children were basically illusions the whole time(Like it was in the case of Wanda/Scarlet Witch). I can't think of a single one but perhaps I just haven't read that many stories

[hitomisuzuya]

Part 3 of ? Gamer! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Pussy drunk Scara. Some humor. Childe is in this to.

As promised. Everyone, I am sorry about my mini freak out. You all have been so wonderful and supportive. I feel a lot better, and will respond to comments when I finish typing this.

It had taken a lot of coaxing, and a lot of bribing with sweet purrs and even sweeter sweets, but you finally relented to Scaramouche. It was you in the driver's seat tonight, live streaming playing Five Nights at Freddy's instead of him.

You gave polite thank yous to the ones watching when they saw certain things on the cameras, and navigated your way through the first 2 nights without much incident.

Without much incident that anyone knew of anyways. Because what everyone didn't know is that Scaramouche was underneath his computer desk, completely hidden from view with his tongue lapping at your cunt.

His eyes were intently focused on your face, his eyes narrowed into a glare of concentration. No matter how hard he'd fucked you the last time, you just didn't mess up no matter what.

As hot as it was, it also frustrated him. You usually liked watching, and he could show off for you. Yet, whenever you yourself played, you found some way to do better than he did.

It was quite remarkable actually. And it made him feel proud, honestly. Scaramouche was always an interesting mix of emotions. An absolute powder keg.

He brushed his fingers teasingly on your inner thighs. It was getting harder and harder for you to hold back any noises of pleasure. He swirled his tongue around your clit, smirking when you had to clamp a hand over your mouth, trying to play it off as fright because it was a horror game.

Your cheeks were starting to flush. Scaramouche swept his tongue inside of you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from how good you tasted. He muffled a groan into your cunt, his breath shaky as it vibrated over your clit.

You covered up your moan with a cough behind your hand. The hand that had been in your lap found the back of his head, pressing his mouth into your cunt, fidgeting as you tried to roll your hips up into his mouth without seeming out of the ordinary.

He held your cunt against his mouth, latching his lips around your clit. The tip of his tongue worked ruthlessly over the throbbing bud as he sucked. Your thighs trembled in pleasure. "H-Holy fuck," You suddenly stammered, closing your thighs against the sides of his head.

Someone must've said something about the game, Scaramouche heard you press a key, enjoying your slightly delayed reaction when he swept his tongue inside of you.

"Th-thank you, Childe. I see Foxy now," Scaramouche rolled his eyes, prodding the tip of his tongue against your clit, snickering into your cunt when you squeaked in pleasure. Of course Childe would be watching, that ginger shithead seemed awfully comfortable being so chatty with you.

Night 3 stretched into Night 5

Scaramouche could feel from the way your walls were clamping consistently around his tongue that you were close to cumming. This boy was a master of building up toe curling slow orgasms.

Now he was wishing your mic was muted, because it was getting harder for him to hold back his moans. You tasted fucking incredible. He swirled and lapped his tongue between your walls, gliding his tongue back up to kitten lick your clit.

Your fingernails dug into his scalp, your eyes darting around on the screen, struggling to hold back tears of pleasure welling into your eyes. Your excuses for why you were suddenly acting out of ordinary were sounding dumber and dumber. Scaramouche appreciated how fast you came up with them though.

His favorite was you thought you had a fever. He actually snorted when he heard that one. Yeah, a fever of his warm spit and tongue between your legs.

You grit your teeth. You didn't see Freddy in usual place anymore. This was the critical part of the game. One you just couldn't do right now. Scaramouche was being absolutely ruthless with his tongue.

"I-I'm sorry, everyone. I need to step.." You took a breath, feeling Scaramouche tap your hips impatiently. You hadn't messed up, but this outcome was also desirable. "..away from the stream for a few moments," Childe having to see you lose your composure because you needed him to cum so badly made you taste even sweeter somehow. (Impossible)

You paused the stream, and the game. Muting his mic and turning the camera off, you tossed his headset onto his desk. "Ah God, I can't do it anymore. Make me cum Scara, please!" You pleaded, rolling your hips needily into his mouth.

"That's my good slut," Scaramouche groaned in bliss, his cock throbbing and straining hard in his jeans. "Needing to stop the stream to beg me to cum, what a desperate whore," You cried out loudly, your clit throbbing as his tongue ruthlessly lapped at it.

It took a few firm sucks to your clit before you squirted onto his tongue. He soaked in every last shameless moan. It was intoxicating to him to taste you while he watched you come undone.

Twitching, you collapsed back into his chair, panting while he lapped up your release. When he was satisfied, Scaramouche pushed his computer chair back and slid out from underneath the table.

He curled his fingers underneath your chin, capturing your lips in a heated, passionate kiss as he turned the webcam back on. Feast your eyes on that, Childe! You even moaned loudly into his mouth when he unmuted the mic.

Scaramouche had waited on purpose to wipe his mouth after he pulled away. He looked right at the camera and said, "Sorry everyone, I'll be cumming inside of her now. I dunno if she will be able to make it back for the rest of the stream."

He cut the stream off entirely right in the middle of Childe asking if he could watch.

[thehollowwriter]

Okay but consider Yuu and the Heartslabyul gang going to investigate Finn in chapter two because he's a pretty strong player for Octavinelle since he's good on a broom and his grip when levitating things (like the disc) is like iron. (It also makes Finn being in charge of Ace in Chapter 3 funnier)

I made an entire dialogue send help:

In the library

Cater: Next on the list is Finn Clearcove, an Octavinelle second year.

Grim: Octavinelle again??? I don't wanna get chased off!

Riddle: Finn is unlikely to do something like that. He's very level-headed. We have a better chance of talking to him

Cater: There he is! The chubby kid with the green hair in the corner

Deuce: Eh? Him?

Ace: He seems more like a friendly marshmallow...

Grim: Hah! He's a pipsqueak! He's smaller than you, Riddle! You sure anyone's gonna bother targeting him?

Yuu: But you're even smaller...

Riddle: I am not that small! ...Ahem, appearances can be deceiving. Finn is quite a talented mage, and his size helps him slip through the field easily.

Finn: ...

Grim: Eek! He's staring at us!

Deuce: He's got a super intense gaze for someone so soft looking!

Ace: He's coming this way! Are you sure he's not going to chase us like those twins, housewarden?

Riddle: No, he won't. ...At least I hope not.

Finn: Hello, Riddle... and others.

Riddle: Hello, Finn.

Cater: Ah! Finny, you look cute today! Haha...

Finn: I told you not to call me that. I suppose you weren't satisfied with Jade and Floyd and decided to come scope me out as well?

Deuce: You heard that-?

Finn: It would be more difficult not to. This is a library, and you lot are blabbering on like it's an open field. Riddle, I expected you to have better control over your card soldiers.

Riddle: ... You're awfully chatty today, Finn.

Finn: Hmph. I advise you leave. I'm trying to read, and I can't do that with all of you crowding around and trying to spy on me.

Yuu: But-!

Finn: Go bother a Diasomnia student if you're looking for magishift players to stalk. Leave me alone.

Riddle: Alright. I apologise for the trouble, Finn. Let's go.

Ace: But housewarde-

Riddle, whispering: Do you want to irritate him further? He will chase you if you keep pushing.

Ace, whispering: Oh, right .

Ace: Sorry, senpai! We'll be going now~

Finn: nods and walks back to his desk

Grim: Wow, what a freaky guy. I felt like he was staring into my soul with those weird eyes.

Deuce: The air was so heavy...

Ace: He can still hear us, dumbasses!

-End

Is it that great? No, not at all. But I had fun writing it out.

[delusionalwings]

Hello, your writing is wonderful! I love it!

Could i request no 12 with Lucifer? Thank you^^

i am glad you enjoy my content! have a great day/night ahead! ^^

Prompt - "Did you forget who you belonged to when he hugged you?"

yandere Lucifer x gender neutral reader

warnings - possessiveness, emotionally manipulating you (blaming you), physically threatens you

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Lucifer couldn't wait to return to HOL alone with you. Despite his enthusiasm, you weren't excited in the least. His arm was tightly clasped around your waist in an attempt to overpower you. You were his to love and tame, so he must lecture you, maybe even punish you for displeasing him back at the party.

"Stop it, Lucifer. You're hurting me." You said and tried to get away once you entered the room you shared with him.

"Oh?" Lucifer smirked at you, "What was that? Seems like you can speak. Then why didn't you ask that ruffian to keep his hands to himself?"

"Lucifer we were just dancing! For Hell's sake, it was a party hosted by Diavolo. How could I refuse one of his esteemed guests when he asked to dance with me?!" You tried to reason with him. His possessiveness wasn't news but he had never been so... harsh with you before. What had gotten into him?

Cornering you and making you feel as small as possible, he spat, "Just dancing, you say? Then may I ask why his hands trailed down your back to your ass and stayed there for the entire duration of the dance? And should I remind you of the tight parting hug he gave you?"

You blinked, mouth ajar in confusion and disbelief.

Now that you thought about it, the noble might have been too forward, uncomfortably so, in his advances. Yes, an irksome feeling was always on the periphery while you awkwardly flitted across the room in the noble's arms. The fear of embarrassing yourself in front of the elite guests prevented you from noticing the perverse touches of your dance partner.

But Lucifer had seen it all, and by the look he gave you, he also blamed you for embarrassing him in front of the aristocrats.

A chill ran down your spine.

"Oh... Lucifer-"

"Too late, darling." He had pinned you to the bed as he loomed over you menacingly with a deranged smirk that promised suffering. His tone was casual, almost bored. "You made quite an infamous spectacle there. Do you know how humiliating it was? The guests must be talking shamefully about your conduct. They must be laughing about how I can't control my pet,-" You flinched at the word. The usual petnames he cooed were replaced by the insulting term, spoken with venomous calmness. "- about how you tried to entertain yourself with someone else when I was in the same room."

He was awfully chatty for someone whose pride was hurt, for someone who looked ready to hurt, for someone whose gloved hand had found your neck and made you tremble under his touch. It was all his way of making you feel miserable, and to his credit it was succeeding.

"Did you forget who you belonged to when he hugged you? How did you feel when his dirty hands touched what's supposed to be mine?" He kissed your jaw and whispered in your ear, his hand caressing your neck quite firmly. A glowing crimson eye gazed at you from a steep angle, making him look menacing.

You felt fear rise in your heart. Even though he wasn't actually hurting you physically, there was no doubt left in your mind that he was angry. And when Lucifer was angry but smiled despite it, there was no being in the world crueler than him. It was your time to learn about his dark side.

Part 2

[ocrpfinder]

muse a, a notorious thief with operations across manhattan and brooklyn, has skillfully concealed his true identity, frustrating authorities at every turn. but when a caper goes awfully awry, he is faced with a critical decision: either having a bounty over his head from one of new york's most powerful and well connected crime families, or exchange his services to a made man (muse b) for protection—binding himself and his crew to the will of another boss and effectively making them sworn enemies of the reigning family of the boroughs.

twenty1plus.🍸 a (primarily) mxm multi-muse narrative set in 1920s/prohibition era/roaring twenties, new york i am itching to take on with literate to novella writers (4+ paragraphs.)

i would love a long-term partner i can go back and forth with about characters, ideas and settings! worldbuilding (i already have the basics started,) nsfw & 🕊️ are to be expected. additionally, i would greatly appreciate it if you could be consistently active or only engage if you’re sure you can dedicate time to this. i’m a very chatty and active partner when it comes to out-of-character discussion, so i’d prefer someone who is comfortable with and able to keep up with that level of interaction. lastly, i get deeply involved in the plotting process— i tend to write extensive paragraphs about my character's thoughts, feelings, ideas, and experiences before we even start our thread. i would love a partner who can match that level of enthusiasm, time, and energy.

if interested, interact with the ad and i will reach out! 🥂

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[prpfz]

muse a, a notorious thief with operations across manhattan and brooklyn, has skillfully managed to conceal his name, face and identity, frustrating authorities and criminals alike at every turn. but when a caper goes awfully awry, he is faced with a critical decision: either having a bounty over his head from one of new york's most powerful and well connected crime families, or exchange his services to a made man (muse b) for protection —binding himself and his crew to the will of another man and effectively making them sworn enemies of the reigning family of the boroughs.

twenty1plus.🍸 a (primarily) mxm multi-muse narrative set in 1920s/prohibition era/roaring twenties, new york i am itching to take on with literate to novella writers (4+ paragraphs.) i would love if we could be relatively historically accurate, as queer culture in the 1920s to 1930s is very interesting to me.

i would love a long-term partner i can go back and forth with about characters, ideas and settings! worldbuilding (i already have the basics started,) nsfw & dead dove are to be expected. additionally, i would greatly appreciate it if you could be consistently active or only engage if you’re sure you can dedicate time to this. i’m a very chatty and active partner when it comes to out-of-character discussion, so i’d prefer someone who is comfortable with and able to keep up with that level of interaction. lastly, i get deeply involved in the plotting process — i tend to write extensive paragraphs about my character's thoughts, feelings, ideas, and experiences before we even start our thread. i would love a partner who can match that level of enthusiasm, time, and energy. i currently have no preference for either muses.

if interested, interact with the ad and i will reach out! 🪭

give a like and anon will get back to you

[missamyrisa2]

Idk if you’ve answered this before but I wanna know which spots are the most ticklish and which is your favorite place to tickle/be tickled?? <3

I'll allllllways answer this one~~

The all around most ticklish spot on me, like always ticklish and guaranteed to make me squeak and squirm helplessly and giggle out in octaves much higher than my speaking voice, is my sides. Mostly because there's two of them, they are locked in on all sides to bad tickle spots so I immediately feel extra vulnerable when my sides are grabbed, it's like a hug so I also blush and feel loved, and there's not a tool or tickle style that has failed to tickle my sides madly.

Most ticklish in the hands of a skilled & knowing tickler would probably be my navel. It's ticklish to all touches of course, but someone who knows me and knows how to manipulate my body and sensations can turn me very quickly from a sassy chatty ticklee into a babbling breathless mess ~

My most erogenous non-royal area tickle spot is under my toes. Which is sooo random because I don't have a foot fetish, I don't even like my feet at all, but thumbs rubbing in that spot puts me through the roof every time, no matter how far gone into the fuzzies I am it'll always bring me back into the sensual ticklish hysteria~

The spot most sensitive to teases are my chest buttons~ tickling and teasing them works to wreck me buuuut~ it's actually even worse when someone is not tickling them directly but talking about it and wiggling a finger right above them rapidly. It just puts me into giggly madness, looking down and seeing that~

I suppose I have to talk about my ears too huhhhhh~ gooosh wellll my ears are highly ticklish to kisses, silken materials, feathers, makeup brushes or just loving rubs on the earlobes. But there's the aural tickles~~~ mmmh. They're the worst~! My tickle therapist stumbled into this one when she struck a tuning fork and held it to my ears and I felt apart into trembling whimpering giggles. Since then I've also had someone kissing my ears which the sound and sensation nearly made me pass out. Andddd the taps~ it doesn't even have to be close to my ears. The sound of tapping, especially if someone is wickedly taking advantage of my belt fetish by tapping on mine, tickles me into insanity. Another exploration of my tickle therapist, she once held one of my belts and made it jingle all around me which was just incredibly awfully tickly and I'm not talking about this anymore~

Sooo my favorite places to tickle kind of depend. I love to seek out those spots that just make someone gyrate and wriggle and tremble madly - the spots they never expect but also dread because they know it's a seemingly random place but hugely inexplicably sensitive. It might be my kissing on their thighs, refusing to be deterred as I plant loving brushy kisses relentlessly. Or maybe it's their neck, tracing it endlessly while they sing me a giggly song. Sometimes it is just the underarms, briskly rubbing my thumbs in there until they fall apart. Overall though? Tummies. Oooh I would never tire making a tummy twitch and tremble with a stiff feather tracing around the curvature, probing for spots that my fingers can fly in and wiggle over~<3

[kirua9]

The truth got into my eye –

"Yes, humans are certainly fragile. Although,  the thing is — they are valuable to us. You've been in despair, am I wrong? Tell me, Laito?"

Laito has been awfully unlike himself this time. Everyone caught this in the eye but only Reiji had an effort to try dealing with him because he was intimidated by his younger brother sometimes, as he was unpredictably chaotic.

– I don't wanna talk about this girl... I don't know why. After I got with her, I felt that something was changing in me – Laito rubs his eyes, frowning, hiding his face from Reiji.

***

Both of them went to the mansion's garden, filled with blooming smells of rose bushes. After reaching the live hedge, they stopped in front of the small field, where something like a ditch could be seen.

– Could it be, perhaps... Her grave?

– It is...

– It's unsettling how you left it. Please, make it at least not a hole in the middle of this field.

– I... You see, haah... I wanted to do it... But I couldn't bear it anymore!

Laito stepped aside and completely turned away. Reiji frowned and came closer to the pit. He only winced.

   Yes, it was that young girl, a sacrificial bride Makoto who was sent to the manor a few months ago. She quickly became the triplet's interest due to her appealing look and durable... mind.

Reiji recalled, how he always scolded her for not matching the norms of etiquette or just her loud manner of speaking, but she never failed to appear upset by his words. She was very easy-going and light-hearted, and sometimes her irritating behaviour was even soothing.

She became intimate with almost everyone in the manor in a very short time and it felt as if she always existed there...

Now Reiji was looking into her muted blue eyes which has always been a definition of what lively eyes are. It was a striking sight, although there was no room for sympathy toward a human girl.

– Do you regret that you killed her?

– Now I don't get a thing about what I feel, Reiji.

Two green fireflies have almost burned Reiji's soul with their teardrops. He got an ominous feeling.

– Please, calm down, Laito. If you don't know what's going on in your mind, then try to rationalize it. I see that you are in.. pain, however, you reached me despite the urge to keep everything in secret. Your actions talk instead of you. Then, tell me how did you do that... – And Reiji gave a gaze to the grave's side.

***

She quickly became Laito's victim as did many girls who appeared in the Sakamaki family.

   Laito was interested in her at the beginning of the assumption that she is the kind of girl who seeks attention. He partially got it. But only partially.

 She was chatty about herself, she was quick-aid and looked like a creature that was always on the lookout for danger.

  "You know, Laito, my uncle never loved me. I was a burden to him and after his death, I still feel he is looking after me. it's like a trace on my soul that he left after he passed away.

The feeling of grief, the regret was eating me out for days after that car accident because I always acted infantile and selfish towards him, I have never behaved. Then I felt my guilt. But you know what? Two weeks passed – and I was enjoying my solitude, playing video games and skipping school.

Am I a nasty person? Am I cynical? What do you think?"

Laito wasn't happy with that frankness. He wasn't in the mood for all of these debates.

"Fu-fu, you really sound shallow bitchy girl, you possess an open mind. But I'm getting bored of you very quickly... Let's have a nice time without those chit-chats... Let me drink your blood instead."

And his long arms wrapped around her body, she was drowning in this weird pleasure, as she was losing her blood but she didn't care for it, because she had nothing to lose. Blood loss didn't make a thing to worry about. Any physical damage didn't bother her anymore. 

"How can I enjoy the moment if I always think about what type of bruise and where I have it? It's unnecessary bullshit! It ruins the whole mood! " – she said once.

"Your body isn't rejecting my fangs, but I hear this lying whisper, begging me to stop. All you women are the same damn sweetest thing..."

"I just want you not to be bored, because I don't want to be unwanted. I don't like this feeling. It's suffocating, you know?"

***

After those times they both got satisfaction, got fed with each other – he with blood, she with attention, – Makoto didn't want to be quiet. She always wanted to talk with him.

"Tell me about your parents, will you? "

"Huh... But why are you interested in it? I think it's unnecessary to know for you."

"Why not? We're close enough to share the time, I simply want to know you more.."

Laito glanced at her. There was an irresistible willingness to learn. Something ached inside him, he couldn't figure out where exactly.

"Not everything is worth mentioning, my little human girl.~"

He told it as always with a smile on his lips. She grinned in response but not as she usually did it. Now there was arrogance in the corners of her mouth.

A sparkle of tension rushed through his body. "What's with that face?" he wondered.

"Laito, do you know, what type of a person I am? You surely could realize it, because you're so wise. When I appeared here for the first time you said that everything is written on my forehead. You said I must have been quite lonely. And now. Now, what am I to you?"

He smiled again, but his eyes didn't. He was observing her face, trying to stumble up on something... Something that changed?

   He finally caught it.

"How hadn't I noticed this before... This girl wants to know everything, she appreciates only the... "

– "My name means "Truth", by the way! And yours... Laito, yeah? What kanji do you use to write it?" — the sparkle of memories appeared rapidly and disappeared at the same rate.

"She only wants to know the truth."

The vampire bit his tongue. He was the one who enforces on his victims the reality he wanted them to comprehend. Now, what's that? He felt very icky about her statements. And she – she was like she was! Definitely had no fear.

***

Laito undoubtedly loathed, despised his brother Ayato's directness and honesty that he had, unlike Laito himself.

The young man subconsciously discovered how he was... morally weaker than Ayato, but he accused his brother of it, thinking that it is all his stupid fate to be a scapegoat made those priorities.

This jealousy didn't let him go. And now he had to deal with a woman who resembles his brother a lot. The best thing he could desire is to see how Ayato suffers and now – also Makoto.

"Looks like this human girl is begging me to test her durability. Don't worry, Little Bitch, I'll make you rue this.. I'll make you get down in the very core of agony"

***

They continued having their time together. Earlier, things were rather promising: she appeared to show some resistance to his actions, yet also didn't deny that her body felt pleasurable from all those teases.

  However, the humility in her, which the vampire could watch over due to her obvious physical weakness towards him, started fading away.

    He began to see something else in her bright blue eyes. From the very beginning, she had an open, bright glance, she rather looked curious but also frightened somehow.

Now there was sort of an audacity and it grinned his gears.

But... he didn't know why actually?

"Weird... I feel so weird when I look at her. As if I'm losing my perception?.. Or worse?.. What's that aching feeling in my chest?.."

He remembered her image, he thought she was pretty... At the same time, he didn't understand what keeps his interest in her: the desire to destroy or to make her his possession.?

***

"You told me that you know everything about me. How come? Is it the power of vampires? I honestly never thought vampires were able to read thoughts... Tho I didn't know vampires do exist, sorry.

But Laito, I don't understand you... Yet, I want to. Your eyes look like two mirrors, they reflect me in them and plug me when I want to learn about your soul. Why do you do this to me? You see, I want to be closer to you... I have no one to be with me..."

She never told him, that she loves, only likes... Laito was distracted by how that simple person doesn't say simple words, she says something tricky instead, but without any hint in her voice which would mean — she only acts down to earth. But she didn't have those hints.

***

Once she came to him, looking as if she cried. She couldn't hide her feelings. She didn't even try.

When he saw her red face and looked into her eyes – they became even bluer in comparison to the skin swelled with blood.

"Why are you crying? Tell me, who hurt you?"

He felt concerned but didn't know why.

He held her face with both his hands.

"It's the truth, nothing else." — was heard in response.

Laito clenched his teeth. She looked at him nervously.

"What fucking truth? I don't want to hear this damn word. Tell me who made you cry and I'll cut their head off..."

Makoto gulped, her knees were trembling.

"I asked your brothers... Why are you always acting so strange... I've never understood you... You never wanted to tell me... And they told me what your mother did to y–"

She suddenly felt how his fingertips pushed her cheeks...

Laito grinned atrociously. He tilted his head a little down, closer to her forehead. His cold breath horrified her to the bones.

"Do you cry because you perhaps pity me? Do you think I'm pathetic? Don't you? And you wanted to know all this crap because you wanted to be closer? You just wanted to flare my weaknesses.."  – he talked desperately, he was on the edge of madness.

She leaned her arms around his arms, maybe intending to wake him up from rage with touches.

"I'll drink you to death, till your body dries if you lie to me about what's on your mind. Have you heard it? Now tell."

She sighed deeply, as for the last time.

"Laito... I never lied to you... I value the truth... more than anything else in this world... And I think a person has to know their reality, their fate... And accept this to..keep going further in life... But.. Ayato said, you don't want to hear it, you didn't want to hear the facts... And see... And feel your true feelings... And I also felt that you're not okay with yourself... I thought that a person who can't accept the verity of his own life... can't feel... happiness..."

  Laito was unable to listen to this shit.

"Cut the crap or I cut you instead!" he shouted, then started mumbling something unrecognizable.

He was hurt, hurt again. Everyone tends to hurt him, he can't make up another way to protect his inner world... Everyone likes destroying, humiliating him, they want to break the facade just to prove to themselves that they are so good and so kind.

"You were hurt, Laito... But... I'll be with you... I'll help you to overcome this because I see you in myself, I felt the sa..."

Laito didn't hear. He grabbed her throat, his long fingers pressed on her skin tightly, and he started strangling her.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Wither already!"

As she was suffocating, she tried to speak but instead, there were only murmurs. 

"You never take control over me! You never overlord ! "  he yelled.

"I'm suffocating..."

She was done. A huge purple bruise around her neck... Lifeless body. Warm soft skin.

   Laito was covered in gloom. He was crying and didn't feel relief as he expected he would... Seems like he didn't find the solution...He made things even worse.

  ***

He dug a hole in the field and put the body in it. He couldn't make himself close her eyes, he couldn't stand this stare.

***

   Reiji sighed.

"The familiars will bury her properly. And for you, Laito... I doubt I'll satisfy you with any advice."

Reiji managed to leave him alone. Honestly, it was the best thing he could do.

"Reiji... do you have something like a poison? I know you have, I know you have everything in your lab..." his voice still had some nervous echo in it.

The older vampire didn't even turn back. "Good grief. I have to admit, she had the truth in her words. You'd better think about it." he said.

***

After this accident, everyone felt how Laito acted downcast. However, nobody had the nerve to soothe his pain.

Ayato kept silent, as he probably figured out why the girl was killed...

Laito ignored Ayato for some time but after a few months, he started acting the ae as usual. A new girl arrived at the mansion, a new cycle started...

However, sometimes during the dawn time, Laito visits Makoto's grave. It's nothing more than an unnamed gravestone, to tell you the truth. He sits nearby the grave, sometimes he cries, who knows why, although. Maybe he figured out whom she was to him? Maybe he was up to way accepting his reality? Or he just regrets that he killed her so he would never play with her again?

Only Laito knows that.

[your-highnessmarvel]

cotton candy | s.riley

CHAPTER SEVEN

Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character

Warnings: Nothing here, except language and ghost being a bitch and OC being a slut for him lmao. 

Chapter Summary: As Laura prepares for the mission that will put her a step towards home, she makes a dazzling realization. She might actually see Ghost’s face. 

A/N: Wow, this took forever. I am so sorry?????

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Chapter seven

He was blonde. I couldn’t get that out of my head, the way his sandy locks had turned a darker shade of honey under the water’s jet. His light eyelashes and his slightly darker brows. The blue of his eyes, the shade of a calm ocean tide. 

It was like staring in the mirror and not recognizing myself. Simon - that was his name - who could tear someone to pieces and take what he wanted from others and drain the blood from someone’s face with a simple look, was blonde. 

It was the one and only thing rattling the inside of my skull for the last two days. Not the fact that his fingers were skilled or one had been wedged between my thighs or that his mouth was soft and plump. Not that his body was perpetually on fire or that his teeth had left little half moons on the flesh of my shoulder. Or that he tasted like ash and something sweet. 

He was fucking blonde. 

I don’t know, honestly, what I had expected from Ghost - well, Simon. Maybe thick dark locks and black eyebrows to match with that awfully blank stare of his. Maybe even a light shade of chocolate brown. 

But not blonde.

It softened him, even if I knew what he was capable of. How strong he was. How fast, cunning, tactical he could be. The fact that his hair was just short strands, curling around his ears, and blonde! 

And not sunny, beach blonde. Not pastel yellow or close to white. He had a special kind of shade, somewhere between hot sand and honey coiling around my finger. 

I had only seen his hair for a very split second, distracted by the masterpiece of his body, but it had just stuck with me.

After Simon - oh, God his name was so sweet - and I’s encounter in the bathroom showers, I could barely bring myself to look at him. 

Yes, he’d culled the most luscious, lascivious sensations out of my skin, deep from within me, like a tide to the moon. But cumming for him, at his command, from his ministrations on my body, had felt like I was a marble dropped into water.

It was a failure to myself. 

Even if it had felt so good, so right, even if I’d initially ran and refused and been turned to putty in his hands. Even if he’d understood me so easily, so pathetically, and yet so perfectly - it was utter failure.

I needed to win. And I would.

Soap was walking me through the plans of this operation. The one they called Starlight. 

He’d been silent with me at training these past two days. Not silent silent, Soap wasn’t capable of being mute, but he was less chatty, less friendly. He kept a safe distance from me, as if I was riddled with the black plague and this was 1388. 

“Management isn’t roped in on this,” he said, going through his notes. We were sitting in the RV, night creeping and whispering around us with crickets and a far away, numb noise of a drone. “So don’t trust anyone. Keep your eyes behind your head.”

I snorted. 

“So to speak, pumpkin,” Soap muttered, head in his hands. I reached over and touched his elbow, summoning his gaze back to me.

His skin was soft, chiseled with hair, and he looked up between his fingers at me. 

“You doing okay?” I asked. 

I wasn’t blind. I’d seen the blue smudged under Soap’s eyes, the fatigue dragging Alejandro’s face downward, and even Gaz and Laswell were dragging their feet. This operation, this mission to catch an elusive criminal, was taking a toll on the team.

Soap’s mouth curved into a shy smile. “Yeah,” he said, yawning, poorly hiding it behind his hands. 

“Maybe we should sleep?” I suggested. 

For a moment, Soap just stared. We’d been at these plans for the better part of the night. No one had bothered showing back up after supper - some sort of ladies night happening at the bar that Gaz and Alejandro were really into. So Soap had thought it would be best to walk me through the plans, get me used to what I was supposed to do. 

But Soap was getting sleepy and grumpy, and the more questions I asked, the easier it was to get him angry. 

I moved my hand away, but he caught it, lightning quick. Slamming his hands onto my fingers and holding onto it. 

“Laura, I - I wanna ask you somethin’?” It came out as a question, but my head cocked with curiosity. His fingers were burning, wrapped tightly around mine, sitting numbly on the table. He bit the inside of his cheek. “What did Ghost do to you?”

I tried jerking my hand away, but Soap held on, bruising grip, forcing my entire arm to lay flat on the wood of the table. Although Soap let off some other kind of vibe, the goofy kid with a lopsided smile and an easy laugh, he was smart. He was the smartest person I’d ever met - and never let anything slip past him. 

Frowning, my breath almost knocked out of me, I said, “nothing.” As if I meant it. As if Ghost hadn’t actually done something to me.

My entire body lit up, flames licking up my sides, burning up to my cheeks, and Soap must have noticed because he grimaced and shook his head. 

“You won’t even look at him,” he continued. “Should... should I be concerned?”

“No.”

“Then why are you pulling your arm away?”

I fidgeted in my seat. “Soap, it’s no big deal.”

He laughed. The asshole actually laughed. “Then tell me.”

“No!”

“Are you a little prudish?”

I reached over with my other hand, my clumsy hand, and slapped him. And just at that moment, the door to the RV swung open, but I didn’t hear it, and continued slapping Soap clumsily on the side of the head. He laughed, barely evading my blows, holding me by my other hand. 

“You’re such a dick!” I exclaimed, grabbing onto that mohawk of his and trying to slam his head onto the table. 

I should’ve known I was not going to be satisfied with what came next.

I was yanked from the table, my hand snatched from Soap’s, and a pair of arms wrapped under my breasts, hoisting me up. I screeched, trying to kick Soap, but my assailant - and I had a good idea who it was - just pulled me right across the table, throwing Soap’s notes to the ground. 

I landed awkwardly onto the ground, butt first, heels scrambling on the carpeted floor of this fucking RV. I held onto Ghost’s forearms, nails digging into the fabric of his black hoodie. He hauled me up and onto my feet. 

I tried slapping Ghost, aiming my open palms over my head and at his masked face, but he just grunted and grabbed both wrists and trapped them between my chest and his. 

“Why are you assaulting my Sergeant?” he asked, his voice low, grunted through clenched teeth. 

Soap chuckled. 

“He called me... he called me prudish,” I spat back, trying to pull my wrists free but Ghost took a step towards me and I took one back. The edge of the counter came brushing against the base of my spine. Nice. Trapped again. 

Ghost was so immense in the tiny space of the RV, taking up most of my vision with the width of his shoulders and chest. 

I tried not to look into his eyes, into those baby blues, but he was just standing there. Looking.

So I did. I dragged my gaze up until he was piercing holes inside my face. 

“Well, you are,” he said, and I saw a glint in his eyes, as if this was amusing. I pulled but he held on. 

“No.”

“Prove it.” I turned, facing Soap, who’d just said that without humour, without a hint of a smile on his face.

I felt Ghost let out a chuckle against me. “She’d never,” he said. 

I opened my mouth to speak but Ghost’s hand shot out, grabbing my jaw painfully, holding my mouth open like a fish. I saw his eyes dart to my mouth, to my tongue. Then he dragged his gaze back to mine. “Whatever you’re about to say, save it.” He paused, watching me struggle to close my jaws. “Don’t tempt me,” he said. “Don’t tempt us.”

He let go of me and lazily walked back to the room. I watched, breathless, jaw aching, as his shoulders swayed, his form sauntering away until he closed the door to the room.

I turned, half expecting Soap to be laughing at Ghost’s cruelty. But he was just sat there, watching me with impossibly dark eyes, an impenetrable stare. 

“Soap?” I asked, my voice small. 

I wasn’t liking this. But I wasn’t hating this. My skin crawled with goosebumps as Soap got up, slowly facing me. Something akin to flames, like embers, was brewing low in my belly. 

Shit. 

“Let’s go get some sleep, huh, pumpkin?” He jerked his head towards the room, where Ghost was sleeping, where I was supposed to fall asleep as well. 

Numbly, I followed Soap. He opened the door for me, darkness greeting us both as we slinked in. I heard the rustle of his shirt coming off his chest, the sheets as he climbed into his bed. I listened to the creaks in Ghost’s own bunk, to the breaths of two men obviously not sleeping as I went to the corner and felt around for my pijamas. 

I listened to the dark, to Soap’s quiet but rapid breaths, to Ghost’s sheets hissing as he moved. 

I quickly changed, leaving my jeans and shirt on the floor, and quickly climbed into bed. 

I had trouble finding sleep, staring at the dark, pretending not to imagine what Soap would feel like. What Ghost would say if I touched him or Soap or both.

And something rang deep in my head, low in my belly, throbbing between my legs.

Ghost had said don’t tempt us. Us. 

Fuck. 

***

The truth about men was fairly simple. They were immortal beings until faced with the inevitable death of their hearts. They thought themselves painless, fearless until the sting of a blade kissed their flesh. 

Or until some bratty girl with midnight hair became the only girl on base to hold the entirety of their appetite. 

Ghost wasn’t stupid. And he wasn’t blind. He’d seen his own subordinates, trained privates, Navy Goddamned Seals battle hardened and insensitive, fall to their knees at the mention of pussy. And he’d seen them all give eyes to Laura, to the beautiful civilian American girl with black hair and a blacker stare. 

But she was his. And she’d remain his until he decided otherwise. 

“L.T?”

Ghost turned his head, meeting Soap’s gaze. The latter inclined his head. “Are we getting Laura for this?” he asked. 

Ghost shook his head. “All she needs to do is get in there and identify him,” the shadow said. Alejandro shook his head, leaning back on Laswell’s desk. 

They had gathered here again, a little after breakfast and their morning training. Laswell had asked them to prep her and brief her on Starlight. Only Ghost had a real plan. 

“We go in there as civilians,” he continued. 

“We can’t be armed,” Alejandro said. “They’ll check us at the door, perros.” His lip twitched on the last word. 

“We don’t need to go in armed,” Ghost said. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t arm ourselves inside.” 

Laswell prickled up from behind her desk, pushing away dirty, greasy bangs from her eyes. “We can’t let Laura bring in the guns,” she sighed. “They’ll check her too.”

And just the image of some dogs pressing their hands on her made Ghost suck his teeth. 

“We need to pull together a stealth operation,” he said. “We get some of our guys to go in during the day and stash the guns. When the club opens, we find the guns, let Laura identify Alvarez, and then we take him down.”

Soap shook his head. “His guys will have AKs if not automatics,” he offered. “We’ve got no chance if we can only get handheld guns in there, sir.”

“He’s right,” Laswell mumbled. 

“Then we get rifles in there,” Ghost insisted. 

Laswell sighed and slowly nodded. “Alright, Lieutenant, but please, do not add civilians to our casualties.” 

Ghost nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I’ll have a team ready to go in this afternoon. We can have Laura ready for tonight.”

Alejandro pushed himself from the desk. “I’m still not fine with allowing a civilian girl into the crossfire, hermano.”

Ghost took a step towards him. “You want to catch Alvarez?” he asked. “You want to end this mission, go home, allow Laura back to her normal life?”

The other man took a breath in, calming the fire rising in his temples. “I do, but-”

“Then there’s no but, Vargas.” Ghost stood like a brick wall. “We get Alvarez, we shut down his entire ring, and we get the girl back to America.”

Ale nodded, even though Ghost could tell the man wasn’t happy with the idea, given his pursed lips. “She needs to be protected at all costs,” he said, silently, as if the idea itself was blasphemy. 

Ghost stiffened. “She is.” 

Laswell stood, knuckles on her desk. “Laura is our priority,” she said. “If she’s in any danger, it is your solemn order to protect and get her out alive. If anyone at the white house hears wind that we put an American girl’s head on the platter for Alvarez, they’ll have all our jobs.” 

Ghost bit into his cheek, suppressing the urge to tell everyone that she was his priority. And no one else’s. But by the way Soap, Alejandro, and Gaz all nodded solemnly, they’d made Laura their sole mission too. 

***

“Tonight?” I asked. Something akin to fear thudded, throbbed in my throat. Oh shit, I was going to vomit. 

Soap nodded, stepping into the RV, followed by the whole gang; Alejandro, Ghost, and finally, Gaz. I backed up, allowing them space to file in and take a seat at the table, or like Ghost preferred, standing and blocking the only exit to the RV. 

Soap was the first to talk. “We got guys stashing weapons in there for us.”

I turned to look at him. “As if that’s going to make me feel better.”

“You’ll be on comms with us,” he said soothingly. “All you have to do is well... identify Alvarez and get to the extraction point, where Laswell will be waiting for you. We’ll take care of Alvarez.” 

I was simultaneously feeling relieved that home was mere hours away, a mission’s breadth away, but also frightened to the point my bones became sour under my skin. Fear made everything impossible. 

I had opened the door to them; to these men who’d saved my life and asked one pitiful thing from me. And I had to deliver. I had to. For the sake of them and for the sake of my friends that had died.

I swallowed thickly. “What do I have to do?”

Soap smiled, something close to pride lifting his shoulders. “We’ll have you go in dressed as a civilian,” he said, pushing off the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s a club, so wear something... nice.”

I looked down at what I was wearing; jeans and an army green tee. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

Soap chuckled, and I watched in utter embarrassment as Alejandro raised his eyebrow with a cheeky grin and Gaz ducked his chin to his chest. Only Ghost had no reaction. 

“What?” I insisted.

Alejandro cleared his throat. “Mami, you look fine,” he said, reassuringly so. “But this club, eh how do I say this politely... it’s for people who want to go home with enjoyment, you see?”

I did see. I also saw Ghost stiffen ever the slightest from the corner of my eye. 

“Oh,” I mumbled. 

“And let’s just say that no one wears jeans,” Ale finished. “Or t-shirts. We’ll get the girls on base to hand you some things, yeah?”

I nodded, peeling away the sweat from my palms onto my jeans nervously. 

Ale and Ghost left to find my nighttime attire while I stayed with Gaz and Soap. They walked me through my engagements; walk in, blend in, get invited to the upper lounge if I could, and by all means, get eyes on Alvarez. 

I nodded, but really, inside me, I was running marathons around my head. I was trying to find any exit, any dark alley or corner to hide in, to pull into myself and disappear. 

Soap handed me a device that fit into the hole of my ear and told me that the entire task force would be able to hear me and I’d be able to talk to them. It gave me a little bit of relief to know they would be a breath away. 

Ale and Ghost came back, shuffling in cooling evening air and a pink plastic bag. Ale handed it to me as if the bag itself contained the most gruesome plague. I took it and walked to the bathroom defeated, spotting a tube of mascara in there. 

When I got a good look at the clothes they brought me, I yelled. 

“Pumpkin?” It was Soap at the door, but I put my back against it. When he pushed, I pushed right back. 

“You’re not seriously asking me to wear this?” I called, holding the garment between my nails. 

Soap chuckled. “How bad is it?” he asked me. And then, a few seconds after, his weight on the door released and I could hear him asking the same question to the others. 

I sighed, pressing the flimsy fabric against my chest, feeling my heart beating through my skin. 

I sighed, stripping out of my clothes and letting them fall to a puddle beside the toilet. Carefully, I undid the jean skirt and slipped into it. As guessed, it covered my ass and an inch lower, but I only had to bend over and the entire world would glimpse my Winnie the Pooh underwear. And the shirt, god the shirt, was only a thin black camisole with so much glitter that the floor was covered by the time I slipped it on. It left a nice slice of skin just over my skirt’s hem.

When I looked back into the bag, I found a pair of black Converse shoes. “What kind of bar is this?” I asked myself, lacing them up. They were a bit small for me, toes cramming into the tip. That would have to do, I guess. I reluctantly applied mascara and smudged a bit of it over my lid as eye shadow.  

But there was no way in hell that I was walking out that door to face four grown military men. Not dressed like this. 

“Soap?” I called through the door. I heard his footsteps come to the door, the weight of his shoulder press on the wood. “I need a sweater.”

No answer. 

“Please, Soap,” I fidgeted. “I can’t step out the way I am. I look like a cheap escort.”

“It’s just us.” But it wasn’t Soap. It was Ghost, and his voice trailed through the flimsy wood of the door until I stepped away from it, let the door slide open a little. Until I could see his eyes peaking above his balaclava. He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he opened the door with one hand and handed me a black hoodie with the other. “Cover yourself up,” he ordered, and slammed the door shut. “The others are waiting outside.”

I ignored the rage climbing up my throat and the embarrassment seeping into my skin as I climbed into the hoodie and zipped it up. It was so big that it skimmed my knees and I zipped it up to my chin. It was warm, as if freshly worn, and the smell that clung to the fabric was absolutely Ghost’s smell.  

It made me almost dizzy, to wear him like this. To slip my bare skin along the same fabric that warmed his. 

I walked out and followed him silently, watching the sway of his shoulders, the shadows dancing on the grey of his hoodie. He stopped before the door, turning to face me, staring me down through the slit in his mask. “You’re scared,” he stated. 

I nodded, trying to hide from his glare, ducking my chin to my chest. His fingers zapped out quickly, pinching my chin between his forefinger and thumb, tracing my eyes back to his. “Yes,” I breathed, a tremble beginning in my fingers and working its way up to my lip.

Ghost stared. Then he sighed. “If something goes wrong,” he said. “Just tell me where you are in there. Describe the walls, the floor, the people there. I’ll find you.”

I wanted to say that I had no doubt he’d find me. Hell, he’d find me in the dark. I had no doubt he could be ripped of all his senses and still manage to put his hands on me. 

“How are you getting in?” I asked, watching as his fingers fell from my chin. 

“I’m going in without the mask.”

My eyes rounded, looking up at him, almost reaching for his shoulder before he opened the door and a gust of warm, humid South Asian evening heat patted my skin. And Alejandro came into view, smiling up at me.

I couldn’t concentrate on the comment Soap gave as I shockingly stepped from the RV. Or the reassuring thing Gaz said in my ear. Or the way Ale was guiding me with a soft hand on my middle back. 

All I could think about was that Simon, Ghost, would be in that club maskless. 

[ist-das-kunst-oder-kann-das-weg]

Did I mention that I have the bestest of friends? On Sunday, I only wanted to watch them via zoom produce a culinary disaster but it actually happened the other way around (don't try replacing olive oil with sesame oil in your salad...). After dinner, they wanted to play an exit game and sent me the pictures of the new material all the time. Soo nice! (We just took ages, it's going to be funny with the hard one we want to try.)

Yesterday, our philosophy course met up. In the beginning of the semester, we just stood around in everyone's way to chat for an hour. After mine and S's presentation, we had to celebrate by going to the canteen for a beer. (They did not have beer at 11. If even Danes don't have beer at that time, you probably really shouldn't be drinking it.) Since then, we were sitting for 2hrs after each lecture and exercise session to talk. So we (I) decided to have a movie night. We wanted to watch In The Mood For Love, but guess what, we only got to the dinner (our Mexicans made mole and it was very nice) and talking part and never watched the film. The dorm we met at also had a very nice view, it was just fucken wimdy and ice cold.

Today, I finally started making the presentation for the 5-min talk I will be giving on Thursday. I hate giving presentations, but it is about my favourite subject - the topic of my bachelor's thesis! And it supposed to be unmathematical! But actually the main thing holding me back from opting out again is that the person organising this event will be my supervisor for the master's thesis. I am really looking forward to Thursday being over, it's looking to be stressful in general.

I am really happy right now. Awfully chatty and social too. Life feels somewhat fast again. Things are not going to plan, but when have they ever? It will work out.

Also there is this guy... I lied when I said I was over him already. He is kinda cute and already studied exactly something I really wanted to at some point. Even if things don't go my way, it would be still very nice to just talk about that.

The thing that really made my day today was my sister actually. I finally managed to send her a bunch of my photographs I would like to get printed as a Christmas present. And she asked me whether I took them and I was confused because I told her beforehand and she told me she had to make sure because the photos looked so good and professional. That just had me grinning for half an hour. People were staring.

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. Ch 19

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Chapter 19

It's been two whole days, and that nerd has been acting strange. At that, why did I even care? Not like it matters to me. But still. I let out a deep sigh as I got ready for the day. Today was my birthday. Deku never ignores me on this day. Even though I shouldn't expect much, I somewhat am looking forward to whatever gift he got me this year.

That's the one thing that never changed over the years. Even when I tried to push Deku away, that nerd still got me something for my birthday. Sure, Kato and Saito gave me shit for accepting anything from that nobody. But I just couldn't resist. It's the only thing that made everything seem to be ok. And as I started out to school, I tried to keep my excitement down. All I hope is that Deku would at least not let the rest of the rest of the extras know about today.

When I got to class, I was not surprised to see the nerd already there. At the moment, it was just the two of us. It was hard to hold back a smile as I walked over to my desk. Maybe he'll give me my gift early this year. When I got to my desk, I was disappointed when Deku didn't even look up and acknowledge me. Not even a simple Kacchan. He wasn't even doing anything. He is just sitting at his desk, playing with his hands. What the fuck!

As the day went on, I was on edge. In between classes, that nerd was awfully quiet. It's nothing new since he has always been the quiet kid within school hours. Unless you got him started on talking about All Might or quirks. But something about this silence was pissing me off. And when lunch came around, I was not pleased to see him staying in class. A part of me wanted to stay as well, but that shitty hair started talking to me. This is not how I wanted to spend my birthday.

In the lunch room, these two idiots went on and on about English class. "I still can't understand when Present Mic talks about words that are spelled the same but sound different." Shitty hair and raccoon eyes were none stop with the chatting. But it was somewhat comforting compared to the silence from Deku. Why did I even care about that damn nerd not speaking? "Hey, man. Are you good?"

I looked up from my food and started to look around. There was no sign of the nerd. So, I let out a sigh before eating again. "I'm fine." And just like that, those two went back to talking among themselves. Even though they sat at the table at me and would talk to me, it felt so weird. Especially after what went down on Saturday. They're so weak and complained the whole time about how I was being too hard on them. When in fact, I was going easy.

But here I was, trying to eat my lunch in peace while dealing with two very chatty idiots. At least, whatever these two spoke about was nothing like Kato and Saito. In fact, I'm still shocked these extras even sit at the same table as me. I took one more look around the lunch room and couldn't stop myself from sucking my teeth. Where's Deku?

As we walked back to class, my shoulders felt heavy, and my body was somewhat shaking. Why was I shaking? At that, it wasn't the kind of shaking I get when I was frustrated. This felt different, and I don't get it. When I entered the class, I spotted the nerd still at his desk. Did he not eat lunch? That damn bastard! Thoughts of punching his stupid face ran through my head as I stormed my way over to him.

But I quickly stopped in place when All Might showed up for the training class. Maybe it was his fault that Deku was acting strange on my birthday. Just before I went to scream at All Might, he announced that we all had to suit up. Perhaps this was a good thing. I may get a chance to beat the shit out of Deku today for ignoring me.

As we got changed in the locker room, I couldn't help but take a few peeks over at the nerd. This time around, I spotted more scars than last time. Why was his back covered in them? Last I checked, mainly his arms were mostly injured during the entrance exam and training exercise. But the way these scars look, they seemed to be very old and didn't heal well. Especially the ones that lined up with his lower ribs.

I quickly shook my head as I realized I was staring for too long. Why did I care about how the nerd got scars that didn't make any sense? It's probably from all the dumpster diving he does. Or when he beat up our whole class last year. Either way, I shouldn't care about that stuff. That's when my mind wandered to the week I came back from my accident in 4th grade. Why was I thinking about that now?

Sure, Deku had bandages covering his face and arms. He looked like complete shit. Not to mention how he would keep holding his ribs whenever we walked past the middle school. And when I tried asking Kato about it, he always said something about how nothing happened. Not to mention how I always saw him cleaning his locker and desk after class. Nobody answered me on what that was about. Kato and Saito kept insisting I shouldn't worry about it.

Or the fact Deku didn't even talk to me when I came from my accident. Especially when I had been looking forward to seeing him again. And how I wanted to tell him about my mountain climbing trip over the spring break. But he didn't speak to me. At that, nobody gave me a chance to talk to him. Unless I confronted him alone. It was the only way we were able to speak to each other.

Once we reached Ground Beta, All Might informed us this was another test of skill. But how Deku had to stand out of this one. After I was done showing these extras who was number one, I was taken aback by the fact Deku didn't even look my way when I returned to the group. He was writing in his damn notebook and talking to round face. Was he really not going to comment at all to me? I worked my butt off, and I don't even get told how cool I was. How dare he!

As I walked over to where those two idiots stood, I suddenly felt something hook around my neck. "Chill, bro." I looked at shitty hair before I blasted him off me. Since he so desperately wanted to die, I might as well kill him.

So disappointing that I didn't get a single punch at shitty hair when All Might got in between us. And for the rest of the day, my anger just kept increasing. What is it with today? Then when it was time to go home, the nerd just got up and left. Where was my present? He never left classes this early on my birthday. Deku always waited till it was just us two and then went about giving me my birthday gift. What was wrong with him?

I quickly gathered my things and ran after Deku. I just had it with today. He was not going to continue with this bullshit! And when I reached him, just as he got to the sidewalk, I grabbed his shoulder. "What the fuck, nerd?"

The way he didn't even look at me was so annoying. "Leave me alone."

"NO!" That got him to look at me for a moment before he pulled away and faced me. But he kept his head down while just standing there. "Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer. "Where's my birthday present?"

The way Deku's eyes looked scared me. I couldn't read any emotions from them. It felt like I was staring at a person I didn't know. Almost like a complete stranger. "Why would you ever want a gift from a nobody like me?" I was just in shock as I stood there. My anger from the day just vanished as I stared at Deku while he walked away. Did I really hear that correctly?

It felt like time froze over as I just stood there. I couldn't tell if I was breathing or even alive. I was struggling to believe what I just heard. Deku didn't get me anything, and he called himself a nobody. Never did I think a day like this would ever happen. I wasn't even sure what I should feel.

On one hand, should I feel relieved that he finally accepted his place? That he finally got it through his head that he was a nobody. But on the other hand, there was a deep pain in my chest that felt like someone stabbed me in the heart. Did I finally break him? I wasn't sure anymore on what to think.

Not like Kato or Saito or anyone from our middle school were around. At that, what was I supposed to do? After all, I did always tell him to leave me alone or just to give up. I even said multiple times that I hated him. But what else was there for me to say? Everyone around me kept repeating how I shouldn't lower myself to even associate with a quirkless nobody.

I could finally feel the cold breeze blowing my hair. And when I looked around me, I was in disbelief I had yet left the spot in front of the school. With a very shaky and heavy breath, I finally started my way home. As I did, all I could think about was this not how I wanted my birthday to go. I didn't expect to feel like my whole world be crushed before my very eyes. All I was hoping for was to see that damn nerd smile like he always does on my birthday. And maybe something small, like a birthday card. Those were always my favorite because Deku made them himself.

When I got home, I was disappointed to see that my folks were there. After the day I had, I wanted to forget all about my birthday. I ran past my parents as I rushed up the stairs to my room. Once there, I locked my door and went over to my bed. I grabbed my All Might doll and buried myself under the covers. As I hugged my doll, I just started to cry. I'm such a fuck up.

…

This was strange. As we started getting ready to head to lunch, I couldn't help but notice the way Bakugo looked at Midoriya. For once, he didn't look the typical angry that he always had. Instead, this seems a bit sad. In fact, as we walked to the lunch room, Bakugo kept looking around. Even while eating, he would occasionally look up from his tray and do a quick look around. Was he trying to spot Midoriya? For someone who claims to hate the kid, he sure does give Midoriya his full attention.

In fact, the way Midoriya has been silent these past few days was odd. Compared to how he was last week, this was the complete opposite. Even Uraraka made a comment yesterday that she was scared for her life. Something about how Midoriya hadn't been eating, and she feared Bakugo was going to kill her. But something about today just seemed strange.

As we changed in the locker room, I noticed how Bakugo would look over at Midoriya. And if I tried to look, I was greeted with a growling sound at my side. Bakugo seemed more on edge than I thought. Then when I watched as he stomped over to Midoriya after his run, I feared what he was thinking. "Chill out, bro."

The way Bakugo unleashed his quirk in my face had me questioning how did Midoriya handle it. Those explosions of Bakugo's quirk were super-hot. It stung my face from how intense they were. Even when trying to train with him last weekend, I was surprised by the burning effect of his quirk. And yet, somehow, Midoriya is able to put up with this. What was that kid made of?

As me and Ashido were leaving the school entrance, we overheard something. We quickly ran to the sound and saw that Bakugo was yelling at Midoriya. Damn it! Just leave the kid alone, Bakugo. "Where's my birthday present?" It was Bakugo's birthday? Why didn't he tell anyone?

"Why would you ever want a gift from a nobody like me?"

OH! The way this played out made me feel bad for watching. Whatever history those two had was deep. Especially with how frozen in place Bakugo was after Midoriya walked away. Me and Ashido tried shaking his shoulder, but he didn't respond. In fact, he just kept mumbling something about how much he "fucked" up. I looked over to Ashido, and she nodded. With that, we stood nearby and just watched as Bakugo stood there.

After some time, Bakugo started to walk. I guess he finally snapped out of whatever it was. At that, he soon was running. "Where you think he's off to?"

I looked to Ashido. "I don't know."

That's when Ashido had a smile. "What if we did a small celebration for Bakugo tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"Well, it's his birthday today, but nobody knew. Maybe this would cheer him up."

…

After leaving school, I decided to head to the gym Sydney suggested. Maybe someone there could help me figure out how to train with my quirk. Since every time I asked All Might, he didn't have any helpful advice. In fact, it was mainly him telling me how I'd figure it out. Did he not know how his own quirk works? Then again, he automatically knew how to use his powers. Everyone was just so amazing.

Talking the bus the 20 minutes to the gym left me wondering about the look Kacchan had. Here I thought he would be happy I finally decided to leave him alone. Why did he look shocked that I didn't get him anything for his birthday? He had new friends now. He didn't need anything from me.

I was still confused by the time I got off the bus. But I gave my face a few slaps and tried to focus on the task at hand. It's then I took note of where I was. From the large, heavy-duty metal gates to the wire fence that surrounded the large complex. From my current view, I was able to see at least 2 warehouse-sized buildings.

Walking over to the guard station, I felt nervous the closer I got. Through the window, I saw a person in what seemed to be a military uniform. Based on the flag on his chest, he could be part of the Japanese army. Was I at a military base or a gym?

And when I knocked on the large window, the guy gave me a strange look. "What you want, kid?"

I grabbed my wallet and took out my ID. I handled it through the small opening. "Smith Sydney and Smith Micky suggested I went to their gym. Am I at the right place?"

As the guard looked at my ID, I saw the gates slowly open. "Take a right and head straight. Make your way to building 270. Can't miss it." He then handed me back my ID and a guess pass.

"Thank you." He just nodded, and I was off. As I walked, I was just taken aback by how large each building was. It made me question what I was getting into. But there was no turning back. I have known the twins since I was 12, and they haven't given me any bad advice yet. But this place was scary.

When I reached building 270, I was left awestruck. Compared to the other buildings, this one was the largest. I went over to the door and rang the doorbell. It didn't take long for the door to open. What stood before me was someone who looked similar to Micky. Just that this guy was much taller and had more muscle mass. Along with red hair instead of black. "Don't tell me you're the kid the Smiths spoke so highly about."

He sucked his teeth as he moved to the side, letting me in. When I stepped inside, I was instantly greeted by a massive course. There were people using the course, and some using the equipment that was in the center. This was nothing like a gym that I expected.

"Close your mouth." I instantly shut my mouth and looked up at the large male. "Follow me." He started to point out each part of the course as he led me to a small office. I watched as he sat behind a metal desk and motioned for me to take a seat. He then grabbed a clipboard, a few papers, and a pen. "Whatever you say in this room stays in this room. This is an informal introduction. But you have to come back for a proper one on Friday. So, answer honestly, or I can't help you. State your full name, date of birth, age, gender, and marital status."

"Why do I have to come back on Friday?"

The way he looked at me was frightening. He slammed the clipboard down. "Answer the questions or get out. I am not wasting my time with a scrawny brat. All because you were recommended doesn't mean I have to accept your application!" I shook in my seat as he picked up the clipboard again. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"Midoriya Izuku. July 15, 2152. Age 15. Male. What's marital status?"

The guy took a moment from writing to look back at me. "Have you ever been married?"

"Why would I be married? I just got into high school."

"So, no." I nodded my head. He then went back to writing. "Have you ever been hospitalized? Any surgeries? Do you take medication? Blood type? Stuff from any chronicle illness? Family medical history."

"Yes. Yes. No. Type O. No? Not that I know of."

The way he looked back up at me got me shaking again. "List every time you have been hospitalized and had surgery."

"2 times in 4th grade. One for broken ribs and another for a stab to my left kidney. 1 time in 5th grade for another broken rib. And recently 2 times. One for injuries during the entrance exam at UA. And then last week for the USJ attack." I watched as he wrote everything down and then looked up at me.

"On Friday, bring in the list of the hospital you went to and the exact dates." He then got up and walked over to a ruler that was attached to the wall. Why didn't I notice that before? "Get on the scale." I walked over to him and saw footmarks near the ruler. I stepped on them and heard a beeping noise for a moment before it just stopped. "Turned you back against the wall." I did so and watched as he placed his pen on my head before writing again. "You're underweight for your height."

"How so?"

"Did I say you can speak." I looked to the other wall as he kept writing. "Lift your left arm." I did so and watched him wrap one of the blood pressure bands around my arm. "Deep breaths." After all was said and done, he had me wait in the room while he went off to do something.

I wondered again what I was in for. Sydney never told me this would happen when I came to the gym. In fact, why was I being interviewed? And when the guy returned, I saw Sydney come in after him. She closed the door and sat in the other chair that was next to me. At that, she didn't even look at me the whole time.

As the guy sat down, I saw he had extra paperwork in his hands. "We need a parental signature for you to enter." At that, I couldn't help but start to panic. Are they going to call my mom? I didn't think that was a possibility. Let alone, my mom would never sign something like this. "Kid!" I blinked a few times. "God, Smith was right about you." He let out a sign. "Because of your situation, Ms. Smith will be signing off as your legal guardian." He placed the papers onto another clipboard before walking over and handing them to Sydney. "You know how I feel about recommendations in early spring."

Sydney took the clipboard and started to write across a few pages. "I know, Mr. Jones." She then had a smile when she looked over at me. "You better listen to everything he tells you. And text me when you decide to bring anyone with you."

"Why?"

Sydney folded her arms and seemed to relax in her chair. "I have to sign off on anyone you decide to bring. Especially if they plan to use the gym alongside you." She then looked serious again when addressing Mr. Jones. "The sports festival is next month. Are you looking forward to seeing about the other kid I mentioned?"

Mr. Jones shook his head as he picked up a folder and waved it in front of him. "You're always up to something. But yes. I look forward to filling out these forms if your intel is right."

[cornflakegetmilking]

Bittersweet Cravings

Warning: this fic contains possesion, alot of killing, oh also some saucy moments

Sauce Warning - Sauceless

Chapter 5: A New House

"Damn so a shapeshifter huh? I would have never guessed with your human disguise!" Frank looked at their new features in awe as they stood outside by the doorframe waiting for Jack to call on Flakes for their ride home.

Flakes sighed and shrugged.

"Yeah well apparently to Jack i was obvious even with my disguise! And now here i am stuck with him... at least im not dead..." They chuckled bit.

"Yeah but now your dream on being with mister big man is finally coming true!" He laughed at his own joke as Flakes laughed along.

"Yeah but i didn't mean it like this!" They pulled on their collar trying to give Frank a proper view on it.

"Dang... it looks expensive!" He looked closesly, taking in the details.

"Well that's cause it is! He even bragged on and on about how its all purple and shit how the silver stuff is real silver and yada yada!" They laughed a bit as they ended up admiring the collar themselves.

"Well purple is hard to get to..." Frank added as he also admired the collar. "It's a nice shade too!"

"I hate to admit it but yes it is kinda nice... doesn't change my opinion on the whole living trophy bizz tho..." They sighed and looked up, seeing Jack was still waiting on his carriage so they had time to talk still. "However I hate to admit that the idea of being his is intriguing me... I'm not sure if it's really me or if it's my animal genetics talking but something about him keeps pulling me in closer... kinda like a blackhole but instead of trying to get away from it i just let it pull me closer..."

"Have you always been this cheesy?" Frank laughed and received a playful punch on the shoulder.

"I'm having a moment here!" Flakes rolled their eyes as they giggled a bit.

"Flakes!" Jack called, grabbing their attention.

A black carriage was behind him that was being pulled by what looked like colorful horses. He was eyeing them as a signal to follow him.

"I have to go... see ya tomorrow Frank..." They smiled bitterly and walked off to hop into the carriage quickly, not wanting to get him impatient. Jack gave frank a deadly glare before following in as well, with that the carriage takes off. 

"The hell did i do?" Frank asked confused as he noticed how Jack looked at him.

As Flakes sat in the carriage quietly they couldn't help but be bothered by the loud silence. And being in a rather thight and closed space with Jack it wasn't helping with their disturbance. They wanted to talk but knowing him, he probably didn't want them to be a chatter box the whole way through the ride.

"We're not too far..." Jack finally spoke up as he noticed Flakes' expressions as he could read them well.

They only nodded and sighed in releif hearing that the journey wasn't going to take too long as they tapped their fingers on their arm waiting. Jack rose a brow and let out a bored groan.

"At a time i want you to be chatty you're now awfully quiet..." He glared down at them.

"Oh... Sorry i honestly didn't think you'd even wanna hear me talk..." They rubbed their arms a bit anxiously.

"Well normally yes but at an awfully quiet place like this it gets incredibly boring! So a bit of sound is appreciated..." He laughed as he looked around the close space.

"A-aren't their magical items that make music?" They stopped rubbing their arms as if they genuinely wanted to focus on their discussion... in which they did.

"Yes but I don't like the idea of having any of my collections in different places other than the trophy room and my mansion. Ever since i decided to be careless of my belongings when i went to find the last wishing star and then lost just about all my magical artifacts i decided to be a bit more careful about them from then on. Haha! Can you believe that though? Me? Being careful? Hahaha!" He let out a loud laughter.

Flakes blushed watching him so, it was almost cute seeing him like this and so close. Jack sighed as he wiped the tear out his eye before looking back at flakes.

"But that being said, with you by my side for now on i hope you can cure my boredom whenever i need you to entertain me!" He smirked.

"I'll do my best Mr. Horner sir." They nodded obediently.

Jack then pouted and placed his finger onto his chin.

"What's wrong? Did i say something bad?" Their ears flopped not wanting to dissapoint him.

"Well now that you're my trophy I don't like it when you call me that..." He tapped his finger as he kept thinking.

"W-what? Mr. Horner?" They tilted their head confused. "But i always call you that..."

"Yes but now it doesn't suit you... For now on just call me Jack! It will make you look less awkward and make you more intimidating to others!" He smiled as he booped their nose.

"I-im sorry but h-how would me calling you Jack make me more intimidating?" They asked.

"Well it will show your place with me! People will understand that you're more than just a magical entity i captured! You're like uhh..." He thought for a second before finding the word he was looking for. "My personal assistant!"

Flakes wanted to say something but shrugged, it didn't sound too bad anyways. Finally the carriage stops and the door was opened for them by their rider. Flakes decided to wait and let Jack go out first as they didn't wanna disrespect him. As soon as he got out they followed him and took a look at their surroundings, their jaw dropped in awe as the massive gate was enough to stun them. The gate was painted black and had the symbol J.H. on the top middle part, this man really was full of himself wasn't he...

"Are you coming in or are you gonna let yourself freeze to death outside?"

Flakes was so distracted by a simple gate's decor that they didn't even realize he had already opened them. They perked and ran forward to catch up to him. As they went in their eyes sparkled as they looked around in fascination, all the open space, the hedges and plants, however no flowers but that didnt seem to be a surprise to them since Jack didn't seem that kind of person anyways. The path way they walked on seemed to be made of gold making them tilt their head in the familiarity of the texture.

"Is this?" They looked up at Jack who seemed to be grinning in pride of his riches and his belongings.

"Yes it is in fact the golden path that leads you all the way to the emerald city! I had some men hired to dig up pieces of the pathway for myself to keep! They can't be the only ones to have such a pretty road afterall!" He seemed really proud of this, if egos had a physical form it would be all over his face by now.

Flakes nodded as they looked down one more time before looking around again as they couldn't help but be amazed. The more they looked the more things they saw that made them awe. Jack watched their facial expressions as they kept looking and he couldn't help himself but smile a bit. It wasn't long til they were finally in front of the large mansion doors, Flakes' ears rose in anticipation while Jack took his keys to unlock and open them. Once again Flakes decided to wait for Jack to go in first, only this time Jack stood aside as he held the door open as if insisting them to go in first. Flakes' ears twitched in excitement as they didn't hesitate and ran in to look around their new environment. They walked over to one thing after the other but didn't touch anything. Jack was still watching them as they took pride on their fascination. It was like watching a puppy who was brought home for the first time in years.

"So are all you shapeshifters this curious and easily impressed?" He chuckled.

Flakes blushed but laughed in embarrassment as they shook their head and walked back to them.

"N-not sure really. I don't normally leave my house for my own safety so this is all pretty new to me." They smiled and looked at him as their eyes still glimmered in excitement.

What stupid eyes Jack thought before he chuckled and patted their back.

"Go ahead and look around just try not to break anything." He started walking off only for Flakes to follow for a bit.

"Wait but i thought the collar would choke me if i was too far from you?" They whimpered in fear, remembering the first time it choked them.

"Don't worry as i said i have control of your distance, and right now you have a pretty range from me just don't go out the gates." He looked back at them before walking again. "I'll be in the kitchen."

Flakes nodded as their ears twitched rapidly and started running around the mansion as if they were in zoomies. With how excited they were they practically just opened each door, stating what the room was and closed them immediately.

"Bathroom! Woah a library?! Oh more magical artifacts! Oh! Uh..." They paused looking in the room seeing a massive man eating plant. "... im gonna pretend you dont exist!"

They slowly closed the door and continued to run off from door to door. The place was huge, they were able to see other rooms that not all houses had, they were also able to startle a few servants and maids who lived in the mansion...

Finally they decided to go outside and admire the garden. It seemed as this was their favorite area as they took their time here and took in every detail. They were a bit disappointed about the fact there were no flowers or at least they thought there were no flowers, because after a while of looking around they found a small bud hidden behind a few bushes.

"Oh! Well hello there little bud!" Their ears rose as they hopped behind the bushes to sit down next to the baby flower.

Their ears twitched as they nuzzled the bud gently and gave it a sniff. It had no scent yet which was no surprise since it was still little but it didn't matter. They were just happy to see a flower as it reminded them of their old home out in the forest. Their ears then dropped as they let out a sigh and looked up only now realizing their situation after the thought of home, they got so excited with their new environment they almost forgot they were stuck with Jack. They closed their eyes and tried to transform into a different creature only to fail and get tiredm, they frowned seeing it really was no joke that jack had control of their magic. They looked up once again before taking a deep breathe and getting up to find Jack. It was best they didn't think much of it.

It wasn't hard looking for him as they already have seen the kitchen, they just didn't decide to bother him before. They tilted their head as they walked closer only now realizing he was doing the cooking.

"You do the cooking?" They asked a bit surprised.

"What never seen a big man like me cook?" Jack looked at them and chuckled.

Flakes looked at them up and down seeing he had removed his coat and pulled up his sleeves, Gods did he look good though, they thought before shaking their head to focus.

"No it's not that. I just thought you would be having someone else do it for you since you're uhh... you know... filthy rich?" They looked down at the table looking at the ingredients before them.

Jack laughed at their reply as he put his knife away to face Flakes properly. They only tilted their head waiting for a response.

"Well i would but i honestly don't like other people's cooking! I like my own yknow? Besides if i hire someone to do it for me i also risk someone poisoning me!" He chuckled and went back to chopping his ingredients.

Flakes nodded and watched for a bit.

"Do you need help?" They asked with a smile.

"Oh uhh sure?" He seemed a bit surprised at first but still commanded them without looking away from their work. "Can you get me a pan?"

Flakes smiled more, nodding and went to look for a pan, luckily it wasn't hard to find as it was just on a hanging rack. They managed to grab it but flinched to a sudden sound.

"Ahh!"

They looked at Jack worriedly and saw he had accidentally cut himself with his knife, making their ears flop.

"Crap! Are you okay?" They set the pan aside before running back to jack to check his cut.

"Bah! Im fine its just a cut!" He winced as his palm bled from trying to peel a potato only for it to slip out his hand, he let out a chuckle to hide away the pain he was feeling. "Its been a while i accidentally cut myself like this h-haha!"

Flakes frowned and took his hand gently making Jack look at them confused.

"It's a pretty bad cut tho..." They whimpered looking up at him before pulling him to a sink.

"What the hell are you doing?" He groaned as he followed anyways.

Flakes just looked at him and at the wound as they gently pulled it to the sink and turned on the tap.

"You should clean the wound at least... but I'll get you a bandage just in case!" They gave a soft smile as then ran out the room to find a bandage.

Jack looked at the door where they left. Confusion filling him.

"Im sorry what?!"

To Be Continued

[missinghan]

cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

[good-beanswrites]

Day 2: Discovery

I'm here to promote my ace Niles agenda with some good rarepair thoughts! The art goes with the drabble under the cut -- I meant to just write out a super quick scene but it actually got pretty long haha

I tried to explain it in the writing without saying it specifically, but I headcanon Saizo as a sex-repulsed ace and Niles as a sex-favorable ace :)

For the first time since the war began, Saizo hesitated after an order. 

“Are you… certain?” He tried to be as casual as possible, but the man wasn’t known for his nonchalance. 

“I am,” Corrin gave him a look. “There’s not an issue, right? I mean, I thought I was doing you guys a favor, seeing as –”

“ – No issue. I’m on it.” He swept away before they could utter another word. It didn’t take him long to find Niles through the bustling of the everyone making camp. It seemed all the mages were tired from the day’s battle, because the man was lighting the fire by hand. Saizo appeared next to him. 

“Niles.”

The man hardly flinched. “Hey sexy.” The ninja grit his teeth behind his mask. Sure, the two had been spending a lot of time together (one would call it courting if you could court during wartimes), but that didn’t mean the entire army had to know. He was still growing used to Niles’ tendency to make everything private awfully public. 

At least the others had the decency to leave him be about it. 

“Corrin says the way the numbers and the night shifts are, we’re sharing a tent tonight.” 

“Oh?” Strange, something flickered across his expression at that moment. “Just the two of us?”

“Sounds like it.”

“How exciting…” No, Saizo’s mind must be playing tricks on him. Niles was already smirking and batting those eyelashes just as he’d anticipated. “So I’ll have you all to myself, mm?” A spark leapt from the flint in his hands. 

“Just focus on lighting that.” Saizo turned on his heel.

Niles chuckled, “oh, this isn’t the only fire I’ll be lighting tonight. I look forward to –” but the ninja was gone.

---

Night fell. Saizo had tried to take up sentry watch from each of the three shifts, but they all turned him down. Perhaps they knew about the sleeping arrangements, and were also trying to help. He cursed Niles’ chattiness once more. 

He stepped cautiously into the tent; he was alone, thankfully. He changed from his traditional garments into his nightshirt with the same speed he applied to his movements on the battlefield. With stiff motions he layed out the bedroll – just the one, he discovered. 

The thoughts went whirling through his mind: what was he to say?

Of course, the issue wasn’t in being blunt. That was easy. He had no problem in saying “no,” or “shut up,” or “get those damned hands off of me” (he’d certainly said such things to Niles plenty of times out on the battlefield. The problem came in saying it now, when there were no more excuses of duty and professionalism. 

He knew he would have to say the final no. And he knew what would follow. He could practically see the other man’s crooked smile, poised for doing the most damage. “Never?” he’d say. Or, “not even Kagero?” which would only open old wounds. Or maybe he’d go for the classic, “well, maybe I’ll change your mind.” Or perhaps he’d simply remain in disbelief. Either way, this was not a situation to drag out; he must suffer the blow quickly and be done with it. 

He’d hardly finished laying out the bedding when Niles appeared in the entryway. Candlelight flickered against his grin. He made a grand show of entering and closing the tent flap securely behind him. He began removing layers of armor and padding ever so slowly. Saizo’s eyes flicked away. 

His voice took on its usual playfulness as he stripped down to his undergarments. “My, my, you got the bed set up already. Eager are we?” He clicked his tongue, coming to stand before Saizo. “But I’ve got some business before pleasure, darling. I thought we told each other everything” The other’s entire form was tense. What was he getting at? “I can’t believe you strung me along for so long like this…” When Saizo finally brought his eyes up to the near-naked man, Niles could see the confusion in his expression. “Kagero pulled me aside earlier tonight.”

Fire flared in Saizo’s chest. Rage, mortification, regret, pain, then rage again. But Niles continued before he utter a single word. 

“Alas, I suppose it’s only fair.” He shrugged. “There are quite a lot of secrets I have kept as well. Maybe it’s high time I let you in on at least one of them, really expose myself.” 

The last thing Saizo expected him to do was pull on his nightshirt with a flourish. He sat down on the bedroll, gesturing for Saizo to join him. His eyes grew distant, his voice became gentle. It was rare to catch the man in such a state. Saizo knew to keep silent or risk losing it. 

So he sat down, carefully sliding into the blankets as Niles spoke.

“You learn a few things, growing up as I did. You learn how to charm someone with one hand while the other picks their pockets. You know how to lie through your teeth and make it work. You learn when to stand for your fellow criminal, and when to hightail it.” He let out a long breath. He still hadn’t laid down, sitting with one knee tucked towards his chest. He removed his eyepatch, placing it nearby. His crooked smile returned, but it looked as hollow as the socket above it. 

“You learn… to become someone who fits in with the other crooks and killers, ‘cause it’ll cost you if you don’t. So, you get rid of those differences. You tell them that you want the same riches, the same thrill of a fight, and the same pleasures. And then you learn to actually be like that, to flirt and to tease and to please your way into anything you want.”

There was a faint pause as the words really sunk in.

Saizo knew the man well, but he had no idea if it was complete apathy or the crushing weight of emotion that caused Niles to blow out the candle, settle into the sleeping bag, and give a curt, “so don’t worry your pretty head about it, okay? Let’s get some rest.”

The ninja kept his lips pressed tight for another minute. He could feel the previous intensity dissipating from his tense body. He could practically feel the weight lifting from his strained muscles, but moreover from his spinning mind. 

He breathed, “thank you. For telling me, I mean. I never…”

“I’m a good actor, huh?” Niles was unfazed by Saizo’s rare moment of stumbling over his words. “Maybe I should go into theater when the war’s over. Or politics.”

“Oh gods, as if.” He was glad the other was back to a joking mood, but he wasn’t quite ready to drop the topic yet. The realization had him stunned where he lay. “All this time,” he said, more to himself than anything, and “you and I are the same.”

“Well, given I have years of experience, I’d say I’m far better at it than you –”

“Niles.”

“Heh, yeah, we’re the same. Loads of people are. You know,” he gave the other a nudge, “if you’d just told me earlier, I could’ve saved you a good deal of trouble, I think.” He leaned close. “Mmm, but when have I ever been anything but trouble?” He gave the most gentle, most chaste kiss Saizo had ever seen from him. Then he rolled over, leaving Saizo to contemplate a newfound world, an opening future, and an unknown feeling of peace he’d never known before.

[itsagrimm]

Darth Maul one shot.

This picture was an inspiration for it so pls leave some love there.

bury me 6 feet deep for the cheesy ending. I deserve it.

Darth Maul x Y/N gender neutral reader without description of appearance during his reign on Mandalore

Later: Savage Opress x Y/N

Summary: You and the snappy crime boss have been friends for a while. You enjoy each other’s company and spend your free time being good ol' meanies together. Savage joins you in a surprising twist.

CN: talk of bad dates and murder, talk of sex and relationship, alcohol consumption

1700 words

The office was empty except for a table in the middle, a few chairs, and a giant window across the large doors. It was a minimal arrangement, and the inattentive visitor would have considered it bare or tasteless. But the inattentive visitor would see the man behind the table as a threat, a monster, a murderer and not the most beautiful and powerful centre of the room.

"Maul!"

He looked up from his work. Intelligent eyes met Y/N. Instead of an answer he raised an eyebrow and waited.

"Lord Maul."

He nodded. His power always had to be recognized first. Even by you.

"Y/N. What a surprise. I thought you were busy. Sit down."

You bowed to your lord before taking one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Yeah... the date didn't go so well."

Maul leant back and casually put one leg on one of the armchairs.

"Oh really? Do tellwhat the man, who will likely have an unfortunate accident now, did?"

You smiled.

"Oh yeah, accidents can be so surprising. It's always so sad when someone dies. Especially when the concerning man had the audacity to only talk about himself during the date. He did not even ask my name. I don't even know why I went outside for that."

Maul grimaced.

"I don't think one accident to this"- he gesticulated into the air before spitting out-" boy will be enough."

"Yeah. But maybe he is not worth it. It takes a lot of work and effort before someone dies. And I actually have other things to do."

The dark sith lord, criminal master mind and successful general rolled his eyes.

"Your reluctance to make your enemies pay always surprises me. You need to put in the work sometimes. It can feel so satisfying to see your enemies bloody and begging before you."

"I know. You are so right. But right now, I just needed to vent. Do you wanna get out of here?"

He looked at the desk. It was full of holopads, data carts and actual paper.

"Yeah. I am done for now. Let's go."

XXXXXXXX

“Why are you always so extra?”, you tried to compliment Maul who was striding through the palace gardens before you.

He did not even flinch before answering.

“You call this extra? I call this a casual. I have not even tried to impress yet.”

You chuckled.

Maul was wearing dark pants made from silken fabric, an equally dark thin coat with leather armoury shoulder pieces and no shirt therefore showing off his muscular chest and his dathomirian tattoos. He looked good and he walked like a man who knew he looked good.

“Alright. Next to you I feel like an ugly Bantha after my horrible date and little time to change.”

He turned around and checked your outfit.

“Yeah, I can see why you feel that way.”

You gasped.

“Maul! Don’t be mean!”

He smiled.

“Come on, that one was just low hanging fruit. And you know, no one can tease my beautiful and extraordinary friends except me. So this little bad date boy’s life is still hanging on a thin thread.”

“Ok. let’s plan his untimely death tomorrow. I need a drink today.”

“Works for me.”

XXXXXXXXX

The bar was busy. But the Lord of Mandalore and his company got a table at the more private back of the bar, giving you and Maul the chance to observe and gossip.

“Do you see that man over there?”, he pointed at an armoured warrior at a faraway table, “He looks cute. He would definitely be a better date than your last, at least in the looks department.”

You checked the man. He was chatting with a few other Mandalorians. His armour was of a clean blue colour and it was well kept.

“Meh, that armour is a bit too shiny for someone actually using it. And who goes into a bar while wearing a whole set of an antic armour anyway? No, this gives me show off vibes and I don’t like it.”

Maul shrugged before sipping at his martini.

“You will stay single forever, dear Y/N.”

“What is so bad about that? You are single and appear to be doing perfectly fine.”

“I am the Lord of this dominion. I can do what I want anyway and the words >single< or >in a relationship< cannot not really describe my love life.”

“That’s an awfully complicated way to say you get laid.”

He smirked.

“You can say that.”, he rolled the words of his tongue with particular enjoyment, “But unlike you I am not coming into other people’s offices to lament about bad dates.”

“Just drop the date already and pass me the bottle. I don’t want to talk about the mess that is my love life. How is your life going?”

“Embracing the mess can give you strength. Don’t try to detach yourself from the bad but learn to enjoy it.”

“Is that a Sith thing?”

“Partly. I would consider it a sentient thing. We all are constantly confused, emotional and graving for something. Instead of denying that try to give in and enjoy the chaos. Cheers.”

You clinked your glass filled with fine Mandalorian wine against Mauls martini.

“My life…” he continued, “is alright. I think I can enjoy this. It has been a long time since I felt like I belonged somewhere. And it feels nice to have purpose outside of my own calling. It is nice to know that someone might miss me should I choose to leave Mandalore. My brother likes it here, you are a good friend and reigning Mandalore … and others… is a welcome challenge.”

You smiled.

“I’m glad you feel that way.”

For a few moments both of you stayed silent. You did not know what else to say and Maul was lost in some memories he was not willing to share right now. You two had always worked like that, close and chatty yet respectful and discreet.

“My brother…”, Maul started to talk, “My brother would enjoy this. But I can never convince him to come along.”

“Maybe he does not like loud and busy places. He strikes me as the type who gets stressed out by bars instead of enjoying this.”

“No”, Maul looked into his glass searching for words, “I think Savage would enjoy spending time here with us, with you.”

You starred at Maul.

“What do you mean?”

“I think he likes you. And I think he is shy about it.”

You felt your skin getting hotter.

“You like him too!”, Maul called out his eyes nearly sparkling with excitement.

“No!”

“No? I will tell him that!”

“No!”

“You have manoeuvred yourself into a trap.“

“Why are you torturing me? I don’t even know your brother well. He seems nice and-”

“Oh darling, no night brother is niceunless we want or have to.”

Maul, lord of the sith, slayer of jedi, regent of mandalore and matchmaker of his brother’s fate looked at you with an evil delight. Seeing you here, squirming about your feelings and insecurities in regards of his tall and handsome brothers was most likely the after work entertainment he enjoyed the most.

You took a deep breath.

“Ok, my love life is in your hands. I give up. What now, Maul?”

“Your love life was always in my hands.”, He replied patronizingly while starting to type a his personal com.

“Are you sending a com to your brother?”

“No, just sharing a thought with the chancellor. YES of course I am contacting Savage.”

“He will hate it here. I told you. It is loud and busy.”

“Well then then you two better get out of here fast.”

You glared at him.

“You are unsufferable, Maul.”

“And you love me for that.”

You forced a smile.

He basically beamed with delight at your reaction.

“Well, give savage my regards. I got to go.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“I have ruler of mandalore things to do. Much less entertaining things than you and my brother might do tonight.”

“You can’t leave me here. I will die of embarrassment in front of your brother.”

“Then it was nice meeting you. Any wishes for your burial?”

“Maker, you really are-“

“trying to help you embrace the chaos? Yes, I do indeed.”

You were speechless.

The thought of staying and having a kind of forces surprise date with Savage was a good thought but at the same time you felt unprepared and intrusive towards Savage.

“Ah yes, there he is already. Faster than expected.”

Maul waved towards the entrance at the bar.

Savage was standing there.

He was tall and broad as ever. His ocker skin and horns sticking out of the Mandalorian crowd. And his face had the expression of a painfully reserved man.

When he saw Maul, he started moving through the bar.

When he noticed Y/N his expression hardened.

“Good to see you, dear brother. I was a bit careless with my time tonight, so I must leave early. But my dear friend here had a bad day, could use some company and maybe someone to escort them home later, only for safety of course. Would you mind?”

Mauls voice was nonchalant, as if he had no other motives.

But Savage knew his brother too well.

“Is that it, brother?”

“Ah yes, savage! What else do think there is?”

Savage studied Mauls face for a moment before gazing at you like a commander checking a serving soldier for injuries.

“Alright. I will stay.”, he finally said.

[fmdjace]

◤plotting

hello hello! i am actually doing a q2 2022 update & plot call, surprisingly will not be making jihoon suffer.

so bellow the cut you will see what jihoon will be going through in the next few months. including some possible plots! if you’d like to help out or make it worst, hit the heart and i will pop into your dms!

info;

ngl i will most likely be updating one as i finally spend my darned points on things jihoon actually wants and likes so stay tuned!!

all i am gonna say is that despite the busy as fuck schedule, jihoon is thriving

despite the fact that he got sick after the ski resort, and being told he will have to lipsync for most part, he is excited about everything that is following.

he was told recently that great escape s2 will be happening and he is invited to be the main cast, which he might have cried a bit when he went back to the dorms because it had been 4 years and jihoon hears ZERO about a second season. it was his first and currently only main cast position on a variety show, so he hopes this will open more doors for him.

he is also supposed to appear in studio choom artist of the month, for may. he didn’t expect to be invited because generally gold star has pushed him to be a variety based idol, so this is heavily welcomed.

they are mid promotions for beautiful and he is excited because he really likes the song and the album.

they are gonna be recoding a japanese album, and release it this quarter as well and that is lowkey stressful because he doesn’t think he is that good at japanese, but absolutely loves hero and stuck so catch him singing them in japanese instead of korean.

on top of that they will be doing a repackage album, with a new song as the title, and he is sure that will drain him quite a bit. 

oh yeah? the andromeda collab? absolutely hates the song, hates the dance, loves the collab, hates everything else. he will most likely pretend it never happend and smile through the pain. he wouldn’t be slacking persay, but don’t expect him to be awfully chatty because he will be tired. 

they are allowed to move out of the dorms and you bet jihoon is gonna be the FIRST ONE to leave. on the day, he will be out and will be in his own flat as soon as he sees that greenlight being given to them, i am sorry catalyst members, but he has probably whined about it before.

catalyst are going on tour!!! it begins at the end of this quarter in seoul but you bet jihoon is excited to say the least! when their first tour was announced, he wasn’t as sure they deserved it, they were only 2 years into their career but this time is different and he is welcoming it with both hands.

plots;

andromeda, candy, polaris, quantum, titan members? we have overlapping schedules so hmu! jihoon isn’t gonna bite i promise, he might actually be more cheerful than usual!

someone to help him move out and in his new place PLEASE!! it cane be from helping  him unpack, to going shopping for furniture, to anything; he is super excited to have his own place. maybe a thread of having dinner over at his? coffee? anything will work, he will be excited to show people what his house looks like. spoiler alert, it will have a gaming space and plants everywhere before it has ANYTHING else

someone that watched the great escape and liked it? watched it and was surprised at jihoon being there and being funny? he is very happy about it and will be touched if anyone even mentions it to him;

the studio choom one is quite a big thing for jihoon, so anyone that would like to receive a series of excited messages or a phoncall from him? he probably will not make much sense but he will calm down and explain

anyone wanna help him with his japanese? he like, isn’t bad but he hasn’t spoken any in AGES so he needs some extra practice. 

anyone want catalyst concert tickets? its not like jihoon has parents to invite, they are stuck in the uk, so he can spare a few extra ones if anyone wants some!

i have a whole ass page with plots and sentence starters, some funny, some deep, take a look and message me if you see anything you like!

someone come sweep jihoon off his feat? maybe break his heart? maybe actually be happy?