#sometimes you see a beautiful bug and feel the wind on your face

[caninecowboy]

i hung out w/ some acquaintances of mine yesterday and i think i mayhaps be more positive/bubbly than i thought i was

[woso-dreamzzz]

Head in the Clouds III

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: Your Champions League final

"And, as the players come out, it's only right to talk about the controversy surrounding Barcelona's starting elven. Coach Giráldez has made the choice to field the team's sixteen-year-old star y/n l/n from the start. Bit of an odd choice as she has no previous Champion's League Final experience but Giráldez has said he's confident in her abilities to rise to the task."

Lyon is a tough opponent, you'd been warned about that. You'd been warned that they were physical and technical and had some of the best players in the world.

You knew that.

It still didn't stop you from being absolutely clattered to the ground on several occasions by Renard the moment you got the ball.

It was a bit frustrating actually.

Lyon were tough and, as Irene helps you to your feet, you know she's feeling it too.

The moments of the first half tick down until you leak into injury time. It's frustrating and clearly Renard is working overtime covering you and Aitana which is probably how it all kicked off.

Renard is covering Aitana, blocking her amazingly well while you lurk in the space she's left behind, between Gilles and Carpenter.

You haven't had much space this game so it's nice to be able to breathe with Renard so focused on not letting Aitana take the shot she's clearly winding up to.

The most she manages to get is a chip over the Lyon player, the ball about to land at your feet.

You act on instinct though, not letting it get there.

Your foot stretches out to keep it in the air.

Carpenter and Gilles start moving towards you but it's already too late.

You've twisted to face goal, foot connecting with the ball mid-air and sending it rocketing past Endler.

She didn't even move, your shot taken and executed too quickly for her to realise.

It buries itself in the top right corner and your eyes bug out of your head.

To be honest, you hadn't really realised what you'd done either. It was pure instinct, in the dying seconds of the first half and you'd scored.

Aitana gets to you first, jumping on your back and sending you both tumbling to the floor. Salma and Keira come next, also joining the pile and you tilt your head up to see Caro beaming down on you.

People say Caro doesn't smile a lot and you don't understand why they lie. Caro always smiles at you.

Irene's the one that gets everyone off, pulling you to your feet before kneeling to retie your laces.

"Good girl," She says to you, cupping your cheeks as the Basque flows into your ears," Keep it up, okay?"

Your cheeks bright red, you nod.

The backline just passes the ball between them in the last few seconds of the first half, unwilling to take the risk of Lyon somehow getting the equaliser.

You come off to raucous applause from the fans and immediately try to divert further into the stadium to queue up to get food.

"No," Lucy laughs," The staff already got your fries. No mingling today for you."

You pout a little because sometimes fans in the queue tell funny stories but Lucy's grip on you is firm as she guides you back into the locker room.

Jona is giving a speech but you're aimlessly poking at your bruises and munching on your fries so you don't pay too much attention. If it's important then someone will remind you.

Alexia's the one that walks you back out. She's saying something but you're a bit distracted by how grimy your shorts are from all the times you've been forced to the ground so you only really tune in when she hugs you.

"Okay?"

"Huh? What?"

Alexia laughs, shaking her head fondly. "Nothing. Just go out there and keep showing Lyon who's boss."

You frown. "But Jona's our boss. They know that."

"One goal separates the two sides. A beautiful volley from l/n, assisted by Aitana. There were serious doubts about her ability to play well in a final like this but her technique and drive have been unmatched this entire game. Lyon's defence really need to kick it up a gear because I have a feeling that once she starts, it's hard for her to stop."

Lyon throws more bodies at you in this second half. It's gotten more intense, harder to take your own shots but you create a few big chances for others that Endler manages to brush away.

Renard hovers over you, clearly thinking you're more of a threat than Aitana. That's a little weird because Aitana is the best player in the world and it's strange of Renard to not treat her as the threat she is.

Silly of her because you receive the ball from Patri, skirt around and over Renard's outstretched leg, nutmegging her in the process before sending it off to Aitana to drive into the box and score.

She laughs breathlessly as she celebrates, pointing at you with a smile as the team mobs her. She gets head pats and hugs and you do too.

You don't get that. All you did was pass the ball to her so she could score. You do it all the time in training.

"Two nil up against Lyon with a goal from the best player in the world and an assist by the best youngster in the world. Lyon really needs to step it up. Renard can't mark two of the world's best on her own."

A few minutes before Ona is set to be subbed on, you go down hard.

Bacha slides in on you just before you can send a pass to where Caro is waiting. You topple over, landing on the ground with a thump. She lands on you and you groan, your ribs flaring up like they did against Chelsea.

Lucy pushes Bacha off you and says a few words in French that you don't really understand before she helps you to your feet, checking you over.

"Go take the free kick," She orders," And if someone does that again you have my permission to push them back."

You frown. "Alexia said not to do anything you've given me permission to do."

Lucy rolls her eyes. "Go and take your free kick."

That's when you're back to what you're usually doing.

Scoring goals that weren't meant to be goals.

You're at the halfway line but you've got a strong free kick so your team lines up on the edge of the box to wait for it.

At training, Jona always told you to aim for the taller players.

Irene is currently busy in a little skirmish against Diani so you try to aim for Ingrid.

Only Ingrid gets pushed over in her own skirmish and there's no head to guide the ball in.

Not that you needed it because it rockets into the goal, no matter how far away you are. It's high and bounces off the underside of the top crossbar and over the goal line.

Endler just watches it go, clearly expecting there to be a person you've picked out ready to head it home. It's clear she's planning to block the shot that was never going to come.

The stadium erupts again and this time, Salma gets to you first. She thumps you on the back and you manage your own little laugh.

"I didn't mean to do that," You say and she shakes her head.

"Doesn't matter!" She laughs," Ballon D'or here you come!"

You frown at that. During this entire season, everyone has been talking about you getting a Ballon D'or but nobody's really explained what it is.

You gather it must be a good thing though because Aitana has one and Alexia has two.

At this point, you're a little worried to confess that you don't know what it is so you just smile and nod.

"Her face makes it clear that it wasn't meant to be a shot but no one can fault her during this match! L/n is really unravelling Lyon today. With about half an hour left of this match, it's going to take a miracle to get Lyon back in this game!"

Ada Hegerberg is one of your idols. She's amazing. She's one of the greatest football players you've ever seen. In your eyes, she's up there with Pernille Harder and Vivianne Miedema and Caro.

Last year, when you got offered contracts, you almost went straight to Lyon just because they had her. If there had been two Adas at Lyon then you probably would have chosen them over Barcelona and their offering of Caro.

But there is only one Ada Hegerberg and Barcelona had Alexia and Aitana on top of Caro so that's where you went.

But, still, Ada Hegerberg is one of the greats and you're a little bit star struck as she runs past you onto the pitch.

"No," Irene says to you," We're still playing a match. You can get her autograph later."

You bite you lip. "But-"

"And no going easy on her, okay?" Irene looks sternly at you, one brow raised. It's the same look she gives her son when he's being a little silly. "We've still got a game to play."

You sigh, scuffing the dirt with your boot. "Fine."

When you first saw Ada run on, you didn't expect your first interaction to go like this.

You execute a perfect slide tackle that would make Mapi proud, steal the ball and immediately start sprinting up the other side of the pitch.

You hope she doesn't hold that against you later on because you really want to talk to her and maybe get her shirt or at least a picture with her.

But still, like Irene said, you have a match to play so you dribble around Horan and pass the ball to Patri as you make a run into the box.

That's another thing about you, you think, that Lyon wasn't prepared for. You're fast.

Very fast and Alexia says you have this uncanny ability to find space where you really shouldn't be able to.

You can find space and you can outpace your markers but you're never quite ready for a Patri cross.

She has this habit of crossing much higher than you actually are.

You only have space for so much longer so you try to guide the ball down with your head only it bounces straight onto your skull and you kind of do an odd little jump to beat Renard to it.

It's enough of a bounce to go over Endler, who has come out of her goal to stop you and roll into the goal behind her.

You hear Renard sigh behind you but you're swept away by Patri shaking you firmly by the shoulders as the rest of the team come in to congratulate you.

"It's Patri's goal really," You try to explain," She just used my head to get it in. She deserves all the credit."

As per usual, no one listens to you.

"And a fantastic header from Barcelona's youngster! You have to wonder, if this is how she fares against Lyon, is there any way to truly stop her?"

Alexia gets subbed on in the last few minutes, getting the armband and immediately starts organising everyone the way that she wants.

You've got the ball at your feet but Carpenter is closing in fast and you're running out of room on the pitch.

You cut it back to where you know Alexia is waiting, tracking back as soon as its left your foot.

You don't see the ball go in but you hear the stadium erupt.

Alexia's shirt is off and she's bowing to the crowd as you jog over.

Her arm is over your shoulder and she's jostling you with a laugh.

A kiss lands on the top of your head and you smile up at her.

"You cannot write this! Putellas coming on and within minutes scoring a goal! It's been a long road back from injury for Alexia Putellas and she was set up perfectly by Barcelona's young talent!"

The final whistle comes all too soon and you're left staring at the score in shock, eyes wide as the team celebrates around you.

A smile appears on your face after several minutes of confusion.

You've won.

You've won the Champion's League and completed a hattrick and a brace of assists.

Caro hoists you up onto her back, bouncing you up and down while you shriek and squeal with laughter.

You're passed off to the rest of the team too as the celebrations begin.

Alexia keeps you close though, holding your hand all the way up to the medal ceremony where she pushes you in front of her second last in the line.

Irene grabs you after that, wedging you onto the step below her so she could make sure you didn't fall.

You're not quite sure how to explain how you feel watching Alexia lift the trophy. In fact, you're not quite sure how to explain how you're feeling about any of this.

It's difficult to explain.

Usually, after a game, you're just hungry but all hunger has left you.

Adrenaline still pumps in your system as celebrations rage around you. You're not quite sure what's going on but one of the staff drags you away to get a weird extra trophy that they say is yours and yours alone.

You don't know what to do with it but the staff member says they'll take it back to the locker room for you so you just let them.

That's when Caro appears again. She's still smiling as she takes your shoulders and guides you over to where the Lyon girls are shuffling back inside.

"Ada!" She calls and her national teammate turns around.

"Caro?"

Caro pushes you forward with a little laugh. "You have quite the fan."

Suddenly, shyness floods your body and you look down. "Hi, Mrs Hegerberg."

"You can call me Ada, you know."

"My Mama says you should always greet women professionally when you first meet them," You say, still not looking at her. You're still at a loss for what to say, just like you were when you first met Caro.

"She's a big fan." Thankfully, that same teammate comes to your rescue. "She was very excited to be playing against you."

You nod in confirmation before finally gaining the courage to look up. "If I find a pen, can I have your autograph please?"

"An autograph?" Ada repeats, almost in disbelief.

"I brought my autograph book with me!" You explain," It's in the locker room!"

She laughs and you suddenly feel awful.

You've just beat her. Of course she doesn't want to sign your autograph book.

"Tell you what," Ada says and you brace yourself to be rejected," I'll sign your book if we can swap shirts."

You look at Caro for permission. There's a rule that you aren't allowed to give away your shirt without adult permission. Alexia doesn't like it because sometimes you forget to put the other person's shirt on and wander around the pitch shirtless.

With Caro's permission, you sprint off to get your book and a pen.

Ada signs it and then swaps shirts with you, where Caro reminds you that you have to put on Ada's shirt before joining in on the celebrations again.

That's when Irene takes custody of you. You're still clutching your autograph book, completely star struck by the fact that you have Ada Hegerberg's signature and her shirt.

"Give me that," Irene says, gently taking your book from you," I'll look after it for you."

You nod.

That's probably the best thing. You almost lost it once so it's better Irene has it.

You end up ping-ponging around the rest of the team for the rest of the celebrations until Alexia lets you know you can bring your family down.

Everyone came for you. Your Mama and Papa and your Nana and Grandpappy and Abuela and Abuelo.

Abuelo brings you food still steaming in a container and you scoff it down as soon as you can.

"Can I take some of this home with me?" You ask him," Did you bring more?"

"I did bring more," He replies," I will pack them up before you get on the plane tomorrow."

You grin. "Thank you, Abuelo."

You get a picture with your whole family and the trophy because Ingrid tells you that's something people do when they win and you trust Ingrid.

It's a great photo and you're smiling so wide wearing Ada Hergerbeg's Lyon shirt and a Barcelona flag doubling as a cape.

Your family leaves soon after that but Nana gives you a big hug and reminds you to take a nap before dinner so you agree because Nana is smart and she used to take care of you a lot when you were younger.

Mama and Papa coo over you, saying embarrassing things like 'look at you' and 'we'll put that photo up in the restaurant'.

Then you get put back in Alexia's custody.

She grins at you.

You take a step back.

You're not the most perceptive. People do and say things that seemingly come out of nowhere but you recognise this look as what it is.

Trouble.

You try to dart away but Alexia's got a tight grip and in one smooth movement, you're up on one of her shoulders.

"Ale!" You squeal," Let me down!"

She's laughing though and she's not letting you down at all.

"Take it all in!" She yells up at you," It's all thanks to you!"

[gutterfuuck]

Human!Mark with a Super-powered/Viltrumite!Reader

It’s cute he’s so possessive, as if we wouldn’t break him like a twig... 🙈

THISSSS this is incredible!! i am going crazy!!

i love this idea so much,, perhaps reader is an child of thragg. i am now putting my little headcanon in where i think that mark would have glasses and braces… real nerdy guy x girl that is only gentle with him… cute dynamic hehe!!

this is sfw since im writing a full fic currently, just some headcanons maybe to get the concept out there!! the fic will be called “the perfect girl”

cw: nothing really, as i have stated this is short, maybe a blurb? i am not sure haha,

the youngest viltrumite to be sent to conquer a planet. you’re sent to earth to take over another viltrumite’s mission that was supposedly cut short due to his untimely death. as soon as you burst onto the scene you’d had everyone’s attention; splattering kaijus like they were bugs, stopping criminals with your presence alone, saving those who were weaker, more susceptible to danger. you’re quick to rise as a favourite of the public, surpassing even the guardians in popularity.

mark meets you at a comic book signing at a con because of course he does. you’re there because you find humans interesting, that and you’d caught wind of a possible attack incoming at the event. you doubted they’d actually come along seeing as you’d made your presence known and you weren’t too kind with your beatdowns. you’d never admit it, but you found this type of media entertaining, the stories would interest you. even though you were a viltrumite, there wasn’t any law that said you couldn’t have a little bit of fun. (you also somewhat enjoyed the fame and the fanbases that had cultivated around you since you decided you didn’t need a superhero name, your name was good enough)

brown eyes stare at you through thick framed glasses, sparkling with interest and recognition, a goofy braced sideways smile forming on his face. you raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over your chest as you stared dead into his eyes. mark almost dropped the stacks of comic books he held in his arms, you were ethereal. he’d seen you on tv, you were all over the newsfeeds sometimes so you were hard to avoid. he thought you were beautiful before, thought you looked like an angel now. other people had gotten pictures with you earlier so he was sure there wouldn’t be a problem if he asked.

he got his picture but you had gotten his number, watched him walk away with pink cheeks, caught in a sort of daze. mark felt so comfortable to you, so… familiar..? maybe all humans weren’t so bad, mark was proof of that.

when you’d come over for dinner with his family one night, you’d finally worked out why. you’d never met nolan, but had heard stories about him growing up on viltrum. he’d been priming the planet for invasion but had been killed which put a cap on things until your arrival about two and a half years ago after you’d proved yourself worthy. you had the shock of your life when you sat at the table and squinted at your boyfriend’s father, heart dropping when you connected the dots. you and mark had been together for months now, you’d know if he was a viltrumite… had the great nolan faked his own death and fathered an offspring with no powers? you almost scoffed at the irony. what a tired and cowardly old man, the karma of having a child with no abilities must have been damning enough. you thought about you and mark’s potential future children and a warmth washed over you, the same warmth that made you feel all gooey and sickly sweet inside.

“tell me about your planet.” he’d say, resting his head on your shoulder as you watched the stars together, “ah, viltrum… haven’t you heard of it before?” you questioned, head tilted into his. you couldn’t wait to report back in a few years, couldn’t wait to tell everyone about how you’d found nolan and he hadn’t been killed… but mark would’ve been heartbroken. you couldn’t do that to him, not yet at least, it seemed cruel. plus, he had no idea what a viltrumite was, though your pride as a viltrumite felt attacked as you’d figured his father hadn’t even mentioned mark’s background to him.

you told tall tales about how you’d created the best civilisation, how your kind helped other planets and those less fortunate… you’d tell him the truth eventually, you’d have to seeing as you wanted to keep mark for as long as human lifespans allowed you to. he would open his mouth and his eyes would widen in awe, saying something about how you were like a character from his comic books which made you nod in turn, the conversation slowly changing to the subject of the comic book he’d been talking about. before you met mark, you would’ve probably never been able to experience life in such a human way. before it felt as if you had no sense of individuality, now it felt like you couldn’t stop being yourself even if it was a little alien to you.

[haosweater]

waiting in the rain

content: student! seonghwa x gn! reader, fluff, angst. inspired by my neighbour totoro’s setting. warnings: mentions and descriptions of death, some swearing, description of a panic attack.

summary: you and seonghwa were determined to get out of the dreary town you lived in and move to the city. unfortunately, sometimes things just don’t go as planned.

word count: 3.3k

note: another angst with hwa in it… no, i do not enjoy making hwa stans feel pain. i enjoy hurting everyone. get it right. (i started this back in 2021 and finished it today so it’s not proof read. forgive me)

it was raining again.

staring up at the sky, you hold your umbrella steadily. the transparent film allowed you to see how beautiful the sky was. white clouds float by slowly, their mystical tears staining the earth as a reminder of their ethereal presence.

your small village was close knit, but sometimes, suffocating. the villagers led humble lives as farmers, carpenters, florist, bus drivers– everyone was content with their simple lives. well, everyone except you and—

“y/n!”

you crane your neck to the right and smile. the rain patters gently against your skin, puddles surrounding you. there was not a single car in sight, the delightful smell of rain in the air. nature thrived in your small town– your home.

that pink hair is a familiar yet comforting sight. it’s accompanied with the scent of honey and mint, a melodic voice that would make even the coldest of hearts melt. his eyes shone like the fireflies at night, smile as sweet as the flowers in his parent’s own garden. park seonghwa was the definition of perfection. well, at least to you, he was.

you and seonghwa had this little habit that everyone in the village knew about.

every morning before school, you would meet him at the bus stop behind the small stream near your house. it had been that way ever since you were five; holding hands as you walk to school merrily, basking in each other’s warm presence.

“seonghwa!” you shouted, waving at him enthusiastically as he ran up and hugged you tight. “i’ve been waiting for like, more than y en minutes, where were you?”

seonghwa giggles. “sorry! i took a shortcut that joong suggested, but it took longer than i expected.”

you feign annoyance, huffing as you crossed your arms. “come on, y/n,” he whines. “forgive me, please? i have a special place to bring you to today.”

“what is it?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you. seonghwa grins, putting a finger against his lips. “a secret? really, hwa?” you roll your eyes.

“be patient,” he nags, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the forest. you can’t help but smile, looking adoringly at your best friend.

seonghwa pulled you through the forest, helping you climb the slopes swiftly. the sounds of critters and bugs filled the air, fitting for the environment you were in. it was a peaceful journey, enjoying each other’s presence, basking in the warm sunlight. a comforting feeling filled your heart, putting a smile on your face.

you trudged across the river carefully as seonghwa laughed, splashing water at you. “hey!” you shouted, sending a splash of water his way as he shrieked. “get back here, park seonghwa!”

“catch me if you can!” he stuck his tongue out at you childishly. scooping a handful of water up, you chase after the boy, water dripping down your arms. many would fail to believe you were both almost eighteen.

tossing the water at him, you giggle in delight when he yelps, trying to run off. “oh gosh, that’s cold,” he shivers as you scoff, dismissing him.

“stop being so dramatic, hwa. you’re not going to die,” you lament as he laughs, shaking his head. “anyways, where’s this place you wanted to bring me to?”

“right here.”

you follow his gaze, and gasp in awe. the sight before you is absolutely gorgeous– an entire field of forget-me-nots. the small, baby blue flowers swayed gently in the wind, as if putting on a dance for you.

“oh my god, hwa,” you can feel the grin on his face. “this is beautiful.”

he takes your hand, fingers intertwining with yours to pull you along. “come,” he encourages you with the gentlest voice ever. “there’s so much more to see.”

the field of flowers smelt like heaven to you. it was as if you were in heaven. you weren’t complaining– seonghwa was your guardian angel and really the only person you needed in this life.

“oh, is is absolutely magical,” you say, spinning around. “how on earth did you find this place?” you ask as he giggles. oh, his giggle is a soft melody that prances in the wind like a dandelion. it’s soft, sweet, ethereal– you wanted to bathe in it forever.

his smile is a breath of fresh air. “i just happened to stumble upon it one day after school. it’s like another world, isn’t it?” his gazes into the horizon with a smile. he looks down at you, eyes filled with care and love. “i don’t know how i got so lucky.”

you blush at those words, quickly looking away. seonghwa truly knew how to render you speechless. before you could process anything further, seonghwa grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

“dance with me, y/n!”

it was like you were dreaming. your feet moved clumsily along with seonghwa’s, trying to keep up. he held your hand and spun you around, giggling as you held onto his arms tightly. “don’t drop me!” you squeak as he dipped you down.

his face was extremely close as he leaned to press his forehead against you. “i’d never even dream of dropping you,” as you bathed in the warmth of the sun. you never wanted to wake up from this dream.

after prancing around in the flower field for a few hours, giggling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, you and seonghwa had to part ways.

“must you go?” you ask, a hint of sadness in your voice.

he gives you a soft, yet sad smile. “it’s okay, y/n,” he caress your cheek with the back of his hand. “i’ll see you again soon.” he pulls you into a hug and you melt into it, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. he smelled like vanilla and strawberries, a sweet concoction that made you dizzy with delight.

you pull away and try to mask your disappointment with a smile. he chuckles, ruffling your hair in a playful manner.

slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turn and wave to him. the boy waves back, walking further and further down the road. even after the pink of his hair disappears into the fog, you stare into the abyss.

“y/n?”

you spin around, surprised by the two voices you hear behind you. “oh! joong! yunho!” you smile as they wave at you. “what are you guys doing here?”

the blue haired male shrugged, stealing some chips from the taller boy who sent him a glare. “hey, y/n. school ended early today so we were on our way to that new cafe that opened,” yunho explained, offering you some chips.

“oh, shit, wait a minute,” hongjoong grumbled as he fished through his bag hurriedly. “we got our exam results today.”

yunho snickered at the elder male’s frantic behaviour. “our poor class president here was tasked to hand you your papers,” he nudged hongjoong who threw him a glare.

“where were you today, y/n?” hongjoong asked, handing you a stack of papers. “you got the highest marks for literature again,” he winked at you, pushing his thick-framed glasses up.

yunho sighs. “yeah, and i failed math. again,” he kicks a rock into the stream, watching as it sinks. “fantastic.”

you giggle “i was out in the forest with seonghwa the whole day,” you grin at the two boys. “we ended up venturing deeper past the stream and found a whole field of forget-me-nots.”

the taller male shoots you a confused look, shoving his hand into the packet of chips. hongjoong sighs and glances behind you. “y/n–”

“oh! i need to get home!” you glance at your watch. “my parents are going to kill me if i’m out past curfew. see you guys tomorrow!” you shout while running off as hongjoong let out a deep sigh.

“what on earth was she talking about? is she still…?” yunho’s voice trailed off.

hongjoong looks up at him, unsure. “yeah. i don’t know how to… i don’t…” he sighs yet again as yunho pats his shoulder.

“we’ll figure it out, hyung,” the brunette says softly. “it’ll take time, you of all people should know that.”

the older male can only bite his lip and nod, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. he knew all too well. truth be told, he hated that he knew it.

it’ll take time.

the next day, you woke up excitedly, hoping it would be a sunny morning. the soft pitter patter of rain disappointed you, but still, you got up.

you still got up.

as you got dressed, you texted seonghwa, informing him that you would be waiting at the bus stop. it was sort of dreary, really. that road was particularly hard to navigate in the rain, but you both knew it well enough– it was the road you trudged along every day.

opening your umbrella, you bid farewell to your parents before skipping out the door. the rain didn’t diminish your spirits. sure, a thick coat of melancholy rested upon your soul, but your heart reigned over it.

you skipped over puddles, skillfully avoiding the splashes cars speeding by created. humming a soft tune, you looked up at the sky with a smile. everything was going to be okay, as long as seonghwa was there. you knew it’d be okay.

as you approach the bus stop, you spot a figure standing near it. with a grin, you begin to walk faster, calling out your friend’s name. the rain was a extremely persistent, however, easily overpowering your voice. you inhaled a deep breath, ready to shout his name again, but stop.

instead of the usual pink hair, you see a head of blue.

hongjoong.

“what are you doing here, joong?” you ask, approaching slowly. he doesn’t reply, and you think he hadn’t heard you.

so you move even closer, about to call out to him again. it’s only when you kick a puddle of water, drenching your shoes that you realise hongjoong is standing in the rain, absolutely drenched. “hongjoong!” you stand up and grab his wrist. “you’re going to get sick!”

before you can do anything, he pulls you towards him instead. dropping your umbrella, you feel the rain begin to soak you, the cold feeling of water dripping down your skin engulfing you whole.

you let out a gasp, about to glare at the boy, but don’t. hongjoong was crying.

“j-joong?” you stutter out in shock. “what’s going on? why are you crying?”

“i’m sorry.”

hongjoong’s voice comes out as a whisper. he sounds so small, so meek, so timid– it genuinely terrifies you. never had hongjoong shown such a vulnerable side of himself.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he wails, knees giving out. “i’m sorry, y/n– it’s all my fault, i’m so sorry.”

his nails dig into your skin as he gasps for air. confused, you were trying to make sense of what hongjoong was saying. what was his fault?

what had hongjoong done that weighed so painfully on his conscious? why was such a bitter confession slipping off his tongue, to fill only your ears? a deep, profoundly vile feeling filled your throat.

your vision strayed from hongjoong.

when did the path look so dreary? so dark and lonely? this road was one that had filled your memories with joy, comfort, love and warmth. the sight of your best friend running down the gravel, careful to not slip clouded your mind. his pink hair bounced softly, his mere presence more radiating than the sun itself. the droplets of rain running down his face, that contagious, goofy grin of his— that was what you saw when you looked down this road, and yet… and yet it looked so different now. what had changed—

“he’s not coming back, he’s gone— he’s dead, y/n, and it’s all my fault!’

hongjoong’s wails startle you slightly. you’d never heard him sound so broken like that. “what are you talking about, hongjoong?” you say ever-so gently, taking his calloused hands into yours. he is almost inconsolable, his sobs and wails echoing alongside the soft pattering of rain.

the blue-haired boy looked up at you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “seonghwa is gone, y/n,” hongjoong’s voice is raspy, dry and aching. “please, y/n, you have to realise that he is gone.”

you sigh, rubbing your thumb gently over his knuckles. pushing his hair back, he sobs even harder. you allow him to muzzle his face into the crook of your neck, his tears staining your skin. the clouds thundered and roared at you both, as denial seeped deep into your veins.

no, seonghwa wasn’t gone.

“oh, joong, he’s not gone,” you whisper, stroking his head gently. “he’s taking the shortcut you showed him here–”

“no, y/n– he dead!”

hongjoong’s voice rang in your ear as he pushed you back. you look at him, the way he trembled from the cold. “he fell into the river along the shortcut i showed him and drowned, y/n! he’s dead!”

everything was a blur for a moment. the world went silent. the rain ceased. even hongjoong disappeared. nothing seemed to matter, except processing what he had just said.

seonghwa was dead.

“n-no,” you stutter out, a migraine beginning to form at the side of your head. “no, joong, you must be mistaken,” you blurt out, laughing nervously. “i just saw hwa yesterday–”

“y/n, please,” joong begged, holding your hands tightly. “he died last month, y/n, you need to accept that. he’s gone.

flashbacks. a flurry of memories came crashing onto you at the speed of light as you winced, grabbing your head in pain. the funeral, the crying, the coldness, the pain, the loneliness, the grief– it all came crashing down.

“no,” you whispered, clawing at your scalp. “no, no, no, hwa,” you gasped as hongjoong sobbed. “oh my god, no, this can’t be!” you shout, looking at your friend, hoping this was just a sick joke.

the look on his face told you it wasn’t.

staring at him, your body felt numb yet completely overwhelmed at the same time. your heart pounded against your chest, words stuck at the back of your throat. you didn’t know what to say, nor what to do.

so you ran.

hongjoong’s voice trailed off as you sped down the forest path. you ran as fast as your feet could carry you. as you passed the river, you glance at it, the image of seonghwa’s face flashing in your mind. you wince, tears streaming down your face as you pulled your gaze away.

you continued to run. the sounds of twigs snapped under your weight, leaves rustled as you ran through the woods. your chest heaved as you struggled to breathe, completely exhausted.

and yet, you kept running. you refused to stop. you refused to stop until you saw it. you refused to stop until you got to–

you stopped.

the flower field.

“seonghwa!” you shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks. you were breathless, sweat dripping down your forehead. “park seonghwa!”

the desperation laced in your voice was heart-wrenching. it was raw and scratchy, and painful. you spun from left to right, praying that when you turned around, seonghwa would be standing there, alive and well.

unfortunately, you only got half of what you wished for.

seonghwa stood before you. pink hair, pink lips, soft and kind eyes– indeed, that was park seonghwa.

but he was not alive.

you cannot stand to look at him. you choke back a sob, hand clamping over your mouth as you turn away. you knew that if you looked at him, you wouldn’t be able to control your tears.

“you have to let me go, y/n.”

it’s funny how his words sounded so different despite its familiarity. you turn to your left and stare at the pink haired boy who smiles, tears streaming down his ghostly pale cheeks.

“you need to let me go.”

damp cheeks. quivering lips. fists clenched so hard, they turned white. the air was still, tension thick. it was hard to breathe. you held seonghwa’s hands tightly, worried that he’d slip away the moment you let go.

“how can i?” you whisper, tears blurring your vision. “i can’t let you go, hwa. not when i’ve spent my whole life with you. how do i live this new life when all i’ve known is one with you?”

the boy smiles. it’s a sad, pitiful smile. you hate it. “you need to, y/n. i’ll always be here– in the trees, the flowers, the breeze,” he trails off. “in your heart.”

“but i need you here with me,” you sob. “how am i to go on without you? i’d wait in the rain for you forever, hwa. i cannot live without you.”

the tears that rolled down hwa’s cheeks shone like stars. “you’ll have to learn, y/n. time will heal you,” his breath is shaky and uncertain. “i’m sorry,” he whispers, hands cupping your cheeks.

you shake your head, putting your hands over his. “no, don’t apologise. please,” you beg, looking up at him. you stared into his eyes, biting your lip to stop it from trembling.

his thumb brushes against your lip gently, eyebrows furrowed. “don’t do that,” he whispered. “you’re hurting yourself.”

your grip on his shirt tightened as you stare into his eyes. god, how could fate be so cruel? why would the gods curse you with such tragic destiny?

the boy wiped your tears away, his own tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. you nuzzled your face into his hands, your gaze filled with desperation and desire.

with that, seonghwa swooped down and kissed you.

you held onto him tightly, kissing him back with the desperation that clung to you so desperately. he tasted divine– like white chocolate and strawberries.

you could feel his tears fall, your own following suite, but you refused to pull away. this is something you had wanted for the longest time, and you weren’t about to let it slip away.

alas, all good things have to end. you panted, forehead pressed against his. “don’t go, hwa,” you plead. “please.”

he lets out a sad laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead in an attempt to console you. “i have to, y/n,” he hums. “i’ll see you again soon, okay?”

you look up frantically at the sight of seonghwa fading away. “no! hwa, please, please!” you cry out, grasping onto him.. “what about all our plans, hwa? to leave this place? to get an apartment in the city? to live our life to the fullest together forever? what about all that?”

seonghwa was full on sobbing now, trying to hold onto you as well. “i’m sorry, y/n. i’m sorry, please hold me,” he begged and you hugged him tightly. “i love you, y/n,” he confesses. “god, i love you. you are the light of my life– my god-given solace. you’re my soulmate, y/n, and i’m so, so sorry. please forgive me– god, please.”

“seonghwa,” you whimper, holding onto him as he finally faded away. he had become one with the wind, the earth, the water– he was gone.

park seonghwa, your best friend, soulmate, and love of your life, was gone.

you let out a chocked sob, knees giving way as you fell to the ground. your pants were soaked with rain water and mud, but you couldn’t be bothered.

“i didn’t get to tell you i love you too.”

as the rain began to fall once again, you sat at the bus stop behind the stream. this small town was once a place you and seonghwa had always dreamed of leaving, but now you knew.

this dreary small town of yours, would consume your soul, as it did, his.

[barnesbabee]

moth to a flame || J.Y

Summary: He'll chase you down until you love him.

Pairing: villain!Yunho x female!reader

Words: Shakira, Shakira, eres tu?

Genre: Smut, Angst, Miscellaneous; Long

⚠️ I am not romanticizing any of this stuff, it is called villain!Yunho because these things are bad. If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️

The sight of silver hair under a hood in the night, a faint whistle in the distance, and the sound of heavy boots hitting the concrete was the townspeople's worst nightmare. Sometimes he would carry around an axe, a crowbar, or a bat, that he would drag against the floor or hit against the brick walls as if it were a warning saying "beware, here I come".

Coming across this man - if he could even be called that, as no one could believe someone so merciless could be human - meant certain death most times.

He did occasionally just wish to strike fear upon people, but he was known for stealing, vandalizing, murdering, disfiguring, torturing... Everything you could think of and more.

It was quite easy to avoid him, one should simply remain inside as soon as the sun began to set, but to everyone's dismay, the cold-blooded killer started becoming bored, he wanted to see how many people he could terrify at the same time.

Unfortunately for you, you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. You had just exited your favourite café, drink still hot in your hand, when you heard tired screeching, as cars came to a halt, and a bunch of beeping. You turned your head to look at what you presumed was an irresponsible driver, but instead found a man.

A tall man, dressed fully in black, with his hood pulled over his head, standing in the middle of the road as if he were immortal, as if he knew the cars would swerve in his favour and not hit him. The man stood there, like a menacing shadow watching everyone's moves.

It wasn't until the wind blew over and revealed part of his silver hair and his menacing smile that people recognized who he was. The city came to a halt, and not a breath to be heard.

"I don't think I've introduced myself!" He shouted, reaching into the duffle bag by his side "My name is Yunho!"

The man pulled out two AK's and shot them at the sky. He then watched, with a smile on his face, as people scrambled out of their cars, running to safety. Others, perfectly depicting the egoism of the human race, locked themselves inside buildings, leaving their neighbours to fend for themselves outside.

Yunho sat on the hood of a car, tongue stuck out, with a huge smile on his face, as he watched the people run around like bugs hit with bug spray as if it was his own work of abstract art. The desperation of a human.

Once again hit by the worst luck possible, you ran back to the café you had just been in and tugged on the door handle. Locked. You banged on the wooden door, begging for them to let you in, but it seemed you were on your own.

You looked behind, hoping he hadn't caught you struggling and shaking in fear, but just then, you made eye contact with him.

Shit.

You wiggled the door handle as if you were strong enough to break a lock and burst in, but it was too late.

Yunho slowly removed his hood and climbed off of the car, to take a better look at you. The man's eyes widened, bewildered by your beauty, and in disbelief that someone so alluring could even be real. He took long, slow strides to get to you, your heart racing faster and faster at every step.

By the time he had gotten to you, you here crouched on the floor, your legs seemingly too weak to stand, eyes closed shut and back against the door.

Yunho grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look him in the eye. Somehow your terror, your fear... It did not please him. He did not want you to feel fear.

"Please... Don't kill me." You begged, your voice coming out in nothing but a small whimper.

Yunho tilted his head. He couldn't understand why you would think that he would kill someone so... perfect.

Before he could say anything sirens sounded in the background, seemingly getting closer and closer. Yunho grabbed your wrist and threw you inside of a random car that still had the keys in the ignition and he blasted off before the cops saw him.

In your head your death sentence had been signed, you were done for. You rested your head against the car seat and let your arms fall limp to your sides. Your relaxed outside did not match the insane heart beating inside of your chest. You wanted to run, but you knew there was no point, you were dead. Alive, but dead.

Suddenly, the car stopped. You knew that because you felt the machine coming to a halt, not because you saw it since all you could see was the world around you spinning.

There was a breeze coming from your side, and you heard a voice mixed with the endless ringing in your ear, but you couldn't make out what it said, so you didn't reply.

It wasn't until you felt the man pick you up bridal style that you lost the rest of your senses and everything went blank.

When you woke up you were in a comfortable bed, the most comfortable you had ever been. The duvet was made of feathers, the pillows were silky and there was a dim light coming from the headboard of the bed, so you could see your surroundings. To your right, big windows that displayed a beautiful view of the city's lights at night. To your left, an open door that, from what you could see, lead to a walk-in dresser, and on its side was a display case, full of trophies and pictures. In front of you was a wide door, with several paintings decorating the walls, and a vanity.

This room was pristine, well-decorated, and organized. Where the fuck were you!?

Suddenly you heard footsteps come your way, and the calm, heavy paces reminded you of the scenery previous to your black out. Your chest became heavy again, as if someone was sitting on it, and your breaths were harder to control.

You saw a tall, large figure in the glass of the large door in front of you, and it then opened slowly, revealing everyone's worst nightmare for the last two months: Yunho.

You gripped the sheets and sat up, knowing there was nowhere to run, and watched as the door revealed the whole man.

His hand reached for the light switch and he turned on the ceiling lights to look at you.

He had large sweatpants on, as well as a large, black t-shirt. He was barefoot, and honestly looked like a silver-haired Ryuzaki: with pale skin, dark circles and messy hair. He tilted his hair wile examining your body language.

You watched as he climbed on the bed, hovering on top of you. His face was a mere centimeters away from yours. He then stepped back and sat, cross-legged, in front of you.

"Are you scared of me?" The man asked, almost confused.

He looked like a little kid asking his parents if he was in trouble after spilling juice on the carpet.

Your throat felt like it was closed up, and you couldn't speak, so you just slowly nodded. You couldn't blink either, almost as if your brain had this idea that he would vanish the second your eyes closed.

The man frowned, he seemed angry at the response. He seemed to think he had done nothing to earn your fear.

"Why?" He asked, voice deep and serious.

"Y-You kill people... You torture them a-and you steal!" You explained, voice raising from the stress and fear.

"And that makes me a bad person?"

It was almost as if he lacked all sense of... anything, really.

"It does. You rob people of their life, of their freedom, of their stuff." You said, gesturing to the bedroom you were in.

"How do you know about all that? Have you seen it?" He asked, holding his head up with his head in amusement.

"Well, I saw you shoot two huge guns in the middle of the street yesterday." You argued.

Yunho shrugged.

"And who died?"

He did have you there... No one died...

"You stole someone's house!"

There was silence.

"What, you mean this house?" Yunho asked, gesturing around him.

"Yes."

Yunho laughed.

"This is my house princess. I was born here."

This time the silence came from you, as you were processing the words that came out of his mouth.

Yunho licked his lips and bit his lower lip as he got closer to your face.

"What? Only poor people get to be bad people? Rich people are such good souls, who could ever imagine a rich person being bad?"

"So you admit you're 'bad'." You said, nervously.

His hand wrapped around your neck, gently and slowly.

"I am bad, and I love being bad." Yunho whispered in your ear.

"B-but why? You got money, why do you do all that stuff when you could just... live comfortably? If- If you had issues surely you'd have the means to solve them."

He sat back on his heels.

"You seem to be under the impression that just because people don't have money they're more prone to be villains."

"Sorry, I don't mean that, I'm just asking... why?"

Yunho giggled.

"You're asking for what? My villain origin story?"

"I... guess."

Yunho sat against the headboard and moved you to sit on his lap. He didn't look very strong but committing crimes must've helped.

"Well, my curious little princess," he started, caressing your face, as he held you in place with his hand on your thigh "my mom worked in the government and my dad was a scientist. They didn't spend a lot of time at home because of their jobs but they were great parents and I loved them. When I was around 15 they started being home a lot more. The blinds were always shut for some reason and there had always been security around the house but it tripled around this time. Turns out my dad had made a discovery that would drastically help at least slow down climate change, and my mom had found out via her position that several world leaders and powerful CEO's were trying to cover it up because they would lose profit, they would lose benefits, they would lose the ability to control people based on their fear. My dad tried to spread the information but he was either intercepted or denied due to everyone's fear of 'the higher-ups'. They ended up being killed in front of me. I was hiding so no one saw me, but they were shot dead and dragged away. All of their work was stolen. I didn't even get to bury them, I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't get to say I loved them one last time."

Yunho's eyes were glossy and they were fixated on the wall, almost as if he was re-living the images in his head. He blinked away the tears and looked at you, all emotion absolutely gone, and instead replaced by a blank stare.

"They tried to be good and in return, they got killed. So what good is it to be merciful, to try to help?"

"Yunho I am sorry that happened to you, but why do you do it to innocent people? What wrongs have those people from yesterday committed?"

"Probably a lot. No one's innocent. But it's a vice. I started with specific targets, a couple politicians, scientists, government officials, a couple wives and husbands of said people, etc... Everyone that betrayed my parents that I could target. It became a vice, seeing people's fear and panic, I loved it. I loved that I could finally do that to them, and I can't stop now. Let it be known, however, that I never actually hurt innocent people. I just scared them a little to... keep them in line, let's say. Any news saying otherwise are copycats trying to ride on my coattails." Yunho said with a smile.

There was a smile and silence before he could speak again.

"But I didn't like the fear on your face, I really did not like it at all. I don't ever want to see you scared."

"Me? Why?"

Yunho caressed your face, and then the curves of your body.

"Because you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life."

Your body instantly felt hot and you couldn't keep eye contact.

"And your way to make me not scared is to kidnap me?"

"Well, I wanted to show you I'm not that evil. I'm pretty alright!"

"What if... I want to leave."

Yunho gripped your thighs harder.

"I'm afraid that would not be possible."

"This is why... This is why I'm afraid of you."

The man's grip loosened slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you go."

You pushed yourself off of Yunho and stared him down, angrily.

"So you take me against my will and then won't let me leave!? And then you try to tell me you're not a villain?"

Before Yunho could reply you ran out of the bedroom. You weren't really sure where you were going but you wanted to be away from him. You ended up in a different bedroom, where you tried to hide in the closet. The house was huge, from what you could tell, so it would at least give you some good minutes alone.

It took about 2 minutes from that thought until Yunho found you. He knelt down beside you and gripped your neck.

"I loved this game," he said, licking a stripe across your jaw "too bad I have cameras everywhere, princess."

You looked at him with teary eyes.

"Please... Let me leave, I'm scared."

Yunho frowned at the words.

"I don't like it when you're scared. Stop that."

"I... I can't. I can't stop it."

"I will make you fall in love with me then."

You scrunched your face in disgust.

"Okay, Don Massimo, that is creepy."

The man looked confused, and tilted his head, as if asking "what the fuck are you talking about!?".

"Don Massimo? The dude from 365 Dni?" You explained further, but he still seemed to not get the reference "It's a movie about this one guy that stalks this woman and then kidnaps her and says that he will try to make her fall in love with him in 365 days, if she doesn't he will let her go. That kind of seems like what you're doing."

Yunho's ears perked up and his eyes glistened.

"Is this an interest of yours? The movie? Let's watch it!"

Before you could protest and explain why that would be beyond uncomfortable and a terrible idea, Yunho was dragging you across the house to the ridiculously big and luxurious living room.

"Yunho, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why?" The tall male said, as he ignored your complaints and rented the movie.

"It will be... uncomfortable."

"Why?" He asked, again, like a broken record, pressing play and dragging you to the couch.

"There's weird scenes..." You tried your best to explain.

You probably should've been explicit, but you were a little shy to blurt to this stranger "I don't want to watch hardcore porn next to you".

"I'll be fine, I've done stuff that some people find uncomfortable."

And with that, you shut your mouth, on one side a little anxious about the awkwardness that would ensue, but also a little curious as to if Yunho would be uncomfortable by something like that.

You let the scenes ride and watched the (awful) movie until the first sex scene came up: a blowjob. Nothing too extreme, but sexual nevertheless. You looked at Yunho sneakily, so he wouldn't realize you were staring. He was definitely a little more tense, but nothing too extreme.

It went all relatively well until the first hard sex scene began. Yunho's legs spread instinctively until his knee touched your leg, and after a particular choking scene, he whimpered.

Your head shot to look at him, and his head was resting on the couch, looking at you with hazy eyes and pink cheeks.

"I really wanna do that to you... Please." Yunho whispered in your ear.

Your body felt hot, and your stomach felt like it was twirling. You wanted to press your legs together and grip the sofa's cushions, but in no way, shape, or form did you want Yunho to know how aroused you felt.

Yes, he had kidnapped you, but he was tall, attractive, strong, he had huge hands and to hear a dangerous man like that whimper and beg for you... It did things to you. The extra adrenaline coming from the danger element didn't help the case either.

"Talk about being attracted to toxic men." You thought.

Someone once said "It's better when it feels wrong" and you thought the sentence stupid until that precise situation, where you were perfectly aware of how fucked up it was.

"I said it would be uncomfortable. I'm not doing anything." You desperately hoping he would drop it, 'cause if he pushed you any further you'd give in.

To your surprise, he stood up.

"I don't want to be pushy, I accept your no."

He started to walk away, leaving you confused.

"Where are you going?" You asked, not moving from your place.

Yunho stopped for a second and looked over his shoulder, in your direction.

"If you're not gonna finish me off, then I will." He resumed his walk and then stopped once more "Don't try to leave, I have people outside that won't be as gentle as I am."

All of the speech sent a slight shiver down your spine, but you remained in place. You heard a door close in the distance and immediately sighed and relaxed against the couch.

"What. The. Fuck. What the fuck is going on!?" You asked yourself.

You figured you had a bit of time to kill, so you turned off the awkward movie and began your tour around the stranger's house. It was humongous, it had a modern stereotypical 21st century mansion vibe, and the rest of the place followed suit with the bedroom: clean and organized. No one would've guessed it was the house of a killer.

At some point, you began recognizing the paintings on the walls so you figured you had ended up back in the same place. You were about to turn around and try to find undiscovered areas when you heard a sound. The most beautiful, butterflies-in-the-stomach creating sound.

You got closer to make sure it was what you thought it was (or that was what you tried to convince yourself was the reason, deep down you just wanted to hear it better).

Yunho was whimpering and moaning like there was no one else in the house like there was no one to hear him fucking himself like crazy. You pressed your ear against the door, and your legs started rubbing together.

"If you're gonna be pressed up against the door listening to me can I at least be behind you?"

You froze at the sound of Yunho's voice, and he could tell by the way your legs stopped that you didn't know what to do. Yunho chuckled and fuck was it beautiful.

"The door isn't opaque, it's just like a car's tinted windows, I can see you, but you can't see me. Come in, princess. This time you can't deny you want me, you came to me."

You were hesitant as you reached toward the door handle, and again, Yunho could tell from your movements.

"Fuck," he groaned "ignore the fucking moral conflict in your head and come fuck me."

That was about what broke you. You were already very near the limit, it wouldn't have taken a lot to break you, and that surely did.

You opened the door confidently, but shut it back shyly, after seeing Yunho. The room was purple from the LED lights and there were all kinds of sexual paraphernalia on the walls. Yunho was lying on the bed, fully naked, fringe stuck to his forehead due to all the sweat, chest heaving up and down, and a black, leather choker that connected his neck to the headboard with the help of a chain.

Yunho called you over with his finger, and a cocky smirk on his face.

You walked over to him, slowly, very wary of his surroundings. Taking note of this, Yunho grabbed something and threw it at you. When you caught it you stared at your hands until your eyes adjusted to the lights and you could make out what it was. A key.

Yunho sat up on the bed and leaned forward, until the chain stopped him.

"I'm all tied up princess, you got control over me. Now come here."

You set the key on the ground, far from him, and stepped closer. When you were by the bed you turned around and removed your jeans. Slowly and with your ass perked up so he could take a good look at it.

With one hand, Yunho jerked himself off, and with the other he smacked and groped your ass.

You playfully slapped his hand away.

"Are you gonna make me beg, princess?"

You got on top of him, your clothed cunt rubbing against his hard cock.

"Maybe."

Yunho rolled his eyes back into his head and his hips against yours.

"Please, use me as you want, princess."

You bent down and kissed his neck, letting him grab your ass and push your core against his cock. He incessantly rubbed his cock against you as you worked on his neck, until you sat up to remove your shirt.

Yunho whimpered and bit his lip at the mere sight. You then kissed down his abdomen, until your lips reached his tip.

You started slowly, taking his tip in your mouth, sucking on it, and helping out with your hand. As time went by, you were taking more and more of him, until his hand was tangled in your hair and his cock was hitting the back of your throat. After a while, he was thrusting his hips into you, but he suddenly pulled on your hair, taking his cock off of your mouth.

You looked up at him, wondering if you did something wrong.

"I don't wanna cum in your mouth. I want to cum in you, make you mine."

You smiled and climbed on top of him. Your lips hovered over his, slightly touching but not enough to be called a kiss, until you thought "fuck it" and kissed him. It was sensual and intense, but not teeth-clashing rough. You could tell he was trying not to hurt you.

His hands gripped your ass and guided your body to grind against his cock. Said hands then sneakily made their way up your body and removed your shirt.

"I feel like I've begged enough, princess. just ride me."

You ran your tongue across your teeth and removed the remaining underwear.

"As you wish, baby."

Slowly, and with Yunho's help, you inserted him in you. The male threw his head back, his neck complimented by the accessory holding him back, and moaned.

"Shit, fuck- Who knew you could look ever better." Yunho commented with a shit-eating grin as you began riding him.

You grabbed your tits and sped up the pace. You were both a sweaty, whimpering mess. The look on Yunho's face made you forget how wrong and fucked up the situation was, and all you could focus was on how hot he was, and you horny he got you.

Yunho smacked your ass and guided your hips up and down his cock.

"You're doing so good princess, fuck."

"Shit Yunho, you're so big-"

"Do I make you feel good? Hm?" He asked, delivering another spank to your ass.

"Yes- yes, so good."

With those words, and the beautiful way his name sounded leaving your lips, Yunho broke free of his restraints and flipped you around.

You looked at him, shocked.

"I could always break free from that, I just wanted you to feel safe until you felt comfortable, and given the situation," he said, pausing to look at the way his cock entered you "I'm pretty sure you're comfortable."

You gripped his neck and pulled his face down, closer to yours.

"You little shit." You said, before closing the gap and kissing him.

Your hands gripped the hair on the back of his head as he fucked you. Your moans mixed with Yunho's in the kiss.

When his pace picked up he pulled away from your lips.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna feel you up good, yeah?"

"Fuck, fuck- yes!"

Three strong thrusts and Yunho buried his cocks deep in you, as he came with a loud groan.

He wasn't done, however. After you felt his dick slip out of you, it was replaced with his fingers and tongue, playing with you expertly until you came.

Yunho then handled you with care, pulling the sheets over your body and laying next to you, keeping you company while you slept.

The next day you woke up in a different bed and were quite startled until you found Yunho next to you. His eyes peeled open, as you ended up waking him by moving so violently.

"Good morning." He said with a groggy voice.

His hair was messy and his cheeks were red and puffy. You couldn't believe that was the face of a killer.

"How did I get here?"

"Oh I carried you here, I wasn't going to let you sleep in a sex room."

At least he was caring... You guessed.

Surprisingly, Yunho's cockiness was correct. The man was intoxicating. The way he cared for you, the way he fucked you, the way he loved you... It was unlike anyone else. You stopped being scared of him and started feeling safe. Even when he let you leave, you didn't. This was the one time you allowed yourself to do something ludicrous and spontaneous, a fucking stupid thing that would come back to bite you in the ass but while you were in it you enjoyed it more than anything else. Yunho brought out a side of you you didn't know you had, but enjoyed nevertheless.

The way he would leave the house and drive across the world to buy you authentic Italian pizza if that's what you wanted... It was the man you deserved. And for that, you were willing to ignore the crimes.

The crimes that died down once you appeared in his life, he was so intoxicated by you, so completely drunk in love that any rage or hatred was completely absorbed and vanished.

It was the same love that made him careless, his head was in the clouds and he lived and breathed for you. And the same way he lived for you, he died for you.

After years of searching, Yunho was tracked down, his recent negligence lead to him being followed, and three months after you had initially been brought to his house, gunfires were heard outside. Yunho, that was kissing you in the middle of the living room, pulled away and looked at you.

He was terrified. It was the first time, ever since that dreadful night when he was 15, that Yunho felt scared.

He was terrified to lose you, he was terrified that you'd feel scared again and he wasn't there to make you feel safe.

"Yunho?" You asked, looking at him with worry.

His eyes filled with tears, that, no matter how hard he tried to fight back, eventually ran down his cheeks. The man smiled, knowing his fate. The payback for his crimes... Life was indeed cruel, and he asked why must his happiness be taken twice.

"It will be okay, princess. Don't be scared, please." He held your face in his hands and kissed you softly.

"It won't Yunho! Please! Let's run."

"I have to pay for what I've done, but you have to go, before they see you."

There was a loud thud and a bunch of heavy steps echoed in the house.

"I will be with you until the end." You told him.

And Yunho didn't fight it. He held you close and kissed you, tears streaming down his face. The kiss was full of emotion. There was need, desperation, love and sadness to the mix.

"He's here!" You heard a loud voice yell right by your side.

"I'm not afraid, because I'm with you."

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"And I love you."

After those four words, Yunho's eyes closed for the last time, and he let himself go. He didn't get to say he loved you, but you knew, and you knew you'd never love like that again.

[azsazz]

Moonlight Rising

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Isn’t this what living in the Night Court is all about? AKA: You feel like one of the stars and you love Azriel because he reminds you of the thing you adore the most, the moon.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,409

Notes: This is the song that inspired this fic and I literally listened it to repeat while I wrote this. 💙🌙 

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“Look at the moon,” you murmur, eyes awe-filled and casted towards the sky.

“You always say that,” Azriel responds just as softly, admiring that look on your face, committing it to memory. He’s afraid that speaking too loudly will wake the glowing beacon hanging above or draw your attention away from it.

The silver of the moon reflects in the pools of your eyes and he feels so lucky that it’s him you’re here with right now. It’s like a secret between the two of you in the late hours of the night when it’s just you and him and the moon, the rest of the court asleep and dreaming. But not the two of you. No, you’re here, hand in hand and walking amongst their dreams, the stars.

You shrug, grinning, and as your gaze slides to him the admiration doesn’t falter. It makes his heart flutter and his bones soften. “I like to see what she’s up to way up there. How she’s feeling.”

“How she’s feeling?” his brows furrow as he glances up at the moon in question. It’s big and full,  painting of metallic light, casting a magical sparkle throughout the streets. “What do you mean?”

“You mean you don’t feel that?”

“Feel what?” he questions, and he realizes that he’s let his guard down, too comfortable in your presence. He calls upon his shadows from where they’re lazily trailing along the winding path, but they have nothing to report.

“Oh, come on! Here,” you shake your head, pulling Azriel to the center of the square, “Lie down with me.”

Azriel watches you fall to the ground in the center of the square, settling onto the uneven cobblestones on your back, looking up at him with a brow raised.

He glances around the streets. It’s too late for anyone of sound mind to be roaming around. The arts district is quiet.

So he joins you, planting himself directly beside you. His wings are tucked awkwardly and they brush against the rough ground beneath him but he’s willing to lay for as long as you want if you keep looking at him like that, love-drunk on stardust. 

His heart thumps in his chest like the first time you’d ever held his hand.

“Now close your eyes.”

Azriel stares at you. You’re so beautiful in the moonlight like this, happy and free.

You squeeze his hand with a soft smile, urging him to follow your instruction. Your lashes kiss the tops of your cheeks. “Close your eyes, Az.”

His cheeks burn, but he does as you say, adjusting himself, the pattern of the cobblestones is uncomfortable but he’s slept on worse. He wonders if he complains enough you will give him one of your massages that always turn into something more–

It’s quiet. He can hear your breath, the sounds of bugs serenading the night.

“You feel that?” 

Whatever you’re feeling he doesn’t. But what he does feel is the warmth of the palm of your hand on his own, the bones of your knuckles pressed to his, your fingers utterly relaxed in his slightly tense grip. He can feel the sliver of moonlight in his chest, that string from his mind, his body, his soul, connecting him to you, to everything that you are. It shimmers.

“Yeah,” he breathes anyway, “I feel it.”

“Do you think the stars gaze back at us?” You stun him sometimes. When you’re not taking his breath away with your beauty you’re asking him silly questions he’s never considered, patiently awaiting a serious response.

He loves you for it. Your mind, unmatched.

“I suppose they could be,” he ponders, turning toward the stars. “Although they’d probably think us crazy for lying on the hard ground in the midst of Autumn staring up at them.”

You laugh and his heart soars.

“What do you think that one does?” you ask, pointing to a star just north of the moon.

Azriel tries to pinpoint exactly which one you’re talking about but there’s so many in such close proximity that he doesn’t think that he can, but he answers anyway, an amused smile on his lips.

“A baker, I reckon.”

Your finger shifts in a different direction, “And that one?”

“Swordsman.”

“How about that one over there?”

“Town fool,” it rolls off his tongue easily, the rapid fire back-and-forth.

“And her?”

“Thief.”

Your hand falls and you make a face at your mate. “A thief?”

He shrugs in response, “What? They can’t all be nice.”

You huff in disagreement. You suppose he’s right though. It did look a little dimmer than the rest.

Letting the night wash over you once more, you settle. Being out under the moon and the stars with Azriel is something that you’ll never tire of. And you’re thankful that he’s willing to go with you, whether it’s admiring them from afar or answering your playful questions or flying you with them, across the night sky.

“Why do you like the moon so much?” Azriel breaks the comfortable silence, voice barely a whisper, as if he’s afraid of the answer.

You swallow thickly, blink slowly as all of the reasons you love the moon rush through your mind.

“There are many reasons,” you start, thumb brushing over the rough scars of his hands. You let your head fall to the side and he’s already staring at you, golden eyes so different from the silvery moon in the sky. They look like the sun, and light up every part of your soul with just a single glance, in the same way that you are the moon, seeing through all of his darkness.

“Tell me your favorite.” It’s soft, small smiles like you’re sharing a secret.

“I think your hands are the first thing I loved about you,” you admit.

Azriel frowns, nearly dropping your hand. Your fingers tighten around his loose ones so they don’t slide from yours.

That wasn’t what he had asked. He didn’t ask you to lie to him, didn’t ask you to bring up the marred flesh over ruined muscle and charred bone. He flinches because when had they stopped becoming a constant reminder and were now just…a part of him?

“Why?” Azriel’s throat is tight and his heart pounds in his chest. His eyes hurt, prickling with the unfamiliar feeling of tears, something he hasn’t done in years, and he wonders if the moon is actually affecting him in some way. He doesn’t want to talk about this but he wants to know why such an ugly part of him can be the thing you loved first about him.

“Look,” you nod back towards the moon but he doesn’t look away, eyes flickering between yours as if looking for any sign that you’re lying to him or about to change the subject.

You flood the bond with the warmth that the sun within him makes you feel, and he looks.

Taking his hand that you haven’t yet let go, you raise them up into the air between you, until the back of his palm sits next to the moon in your line of vision.

“Look at them,” you whisper, teary eyed and soft smiled.

And Azriel does. He’s overcome with emotion as he stares back and forth between the moon and his own hand, really looking. It doesn’t take long for him to understand why you’ve said what you did, with the way that the roughness of his hands look like that of the moon. Dips and pock-marks alike, both imperfect and rough but yet somehow they’re your favorite things in the world.

He sucks in a harsh breath as he assesses, and you let him take his time, watching the realization wash over his features in the bright moonlight. His long, inky lashes clumping together with wetness, the bob of his throat as he swallows the lump of emotion lodged there. You can feel what he’s feeling, down the open bond. Never closed, not for you. Apprehension and fear melting away into something more, something stronger. Love and pride.

“We’re the same,” he breathes, tearing his gaze from his hand and the moon shining down.

You nod, a tear of happiness slipping from the corner of your eye that reflects silver in the light. Azriel brushes it away with his fingers, hand still holding onto yours tightly.

“I love you to the moon and back, Az.”

“To the moon and back, (Y/N),” he promises.

[sarahwriterx]

☆꧁ⓑⒺẸ’ｓ ＷƗѕ𝒽꧂☆

The roof caved in. I held up my hat and looked at the walls were breaking, one of them destroyed totally and I could see many lighten lines in the sky, they were passing fast. Of course, stars can’t move with this speed. It was because our castle, our “wish” castle, was falling down to the unknown destiny.

“Siffrin!!!” Loop called me from above a window. They looked more terrified than ever.

“Let her to be there! We have to go out of here!” they were trying to held my hand.

I grinned, didn't pay attention to them and still stuck to girl’s body. Castle was fall even more faster but before it’s crash to the Earth, I was totally unconscious.

Let me see… what is your wish?

It may be seeming rude, cause it’s a personal request. Buuut you have to tell me! All of my buddies and I can make your wish comes true!!

I mean…

We could.

 I blinked. Soft wind bellowed in my face, I could feel wet grass under me, and the sky above me was full of stars.

“He’s awake!” Loop cried of happiness.

“Holy cow.”

I sat. I could see many trees and cutted backed bushes around us. May be we hided at some type of park or something. Cardamon’s hammer was on his shoulder.

“Now speak up… who did this SHIT?” He looked at us angrily.

“Him!!!” Deckard and Howell pointed each other with fear.

“They did this.” I pointed to Loop.

Loop frizzed of fear. Cardamon took a deep breath, came to me with heavy steps, crushed all of the grass and bugs under his feet and bended on me.

“I know YOU did this, dumb!”

“So what? Do you wanna make me a Regret?” I looked at his eyes.

“BECAUSE OF YOU, our castle fallen, and BECAUSE OF YOU all of these dumbass lost their magic!!!” Cardamon shouted.

  “I was just trying to turn off that robot!” I talked carelessly.

Cardamon slapped in his own face: “AHHH!! When you are eating shit and make us into trouble I should kill myself for the others!!!”

“Thank you, thank you, don’t mention it, I am too embarrassed~” I grinned.

“Find a person who have a simple wish. If we’ll make it comes true, maybe we can take back our powers. Now separate away!” Cardamon yelled.

“How about... that crazy inventor?” Loop asked.

Cardamon grumbled: “He’s not around. Cause here is just a park, full of children, he can’t guess that we- “

I warped up his speak:” make a children's wish comes true is so much easier than adults. So he can guess that we are here!”

“Any BETTER idea?” Cardamon controlled himself, he wanted to break my head with his hammer badly.

“I’ll check around, you and others can hide somewhere. And then we meet each other here, on morning!” I said.

Cardamon looked at me with suspicious but he hadn’t any idea, so took Loop and the others with himself. And me? I started to searching the park as I said, there was weird, it seemed I was in a maze made by cut backed bushes. Sometimes I was reaching to the dead end but I didn’t lose my cool. Why I should had stress? It was beautiful night. Even I could have a good sleep in here.

“I heard something!!!”

I was hide quickly.

“Yeah… I saw his shadow too.. It was HIM!!!”

“W-What do you mean?? It impossible!!!”

“Yeah dude, But the shadow has a long hat!”

“B-But… Snufkin were passed away a long time ago…”

I smirked, moved slowly among the bushes.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“I heard somethingggg!!!”

“A-And I saw the shadow again!!! NOOOO!!!”

“HOoOoOoO…~” I whispered.

They were silent both.

“If you don’t go home… I’ll coming for you…”

“And EAT you at once!!!” I jumped in front of them.

They were two old-moomins who might be park guards, they screamed and ran for their life. I laughed. Too easy!

I didn’t see any guards further, all of them abandoned their duty and ran away. I thought here were a security park but with seeing public property, I found out I was wrong. Now it seemed Cardamon does his best and here was safe at the start. Better to came back to them...

“ Stupid creatures! That wasn’t a ghost at all, He’s just a poor thieve who has a big brain in his head!!!”

“B-But.. He was scary… We should arrest thieves and campers… Not the ghosts!!”

“I repeat it to you once again, He’s not a ghost!!! He’s just a-“

“I’m a thieve who is a ghost… HoOoOoO…~ I’m going to eat you up…” I whispered with a scary voice.

The guards were scared, screamed and ran away. I laughed. May be their boss smarter than them but it doesn’t matter.

“Space?”

I stood. I knew her.

“I heard screams. what happened?”

“ Ha? No… it was about my stupid guards… They are afraid of their own shadow. Go inside! It’s cold outside.”

“Can we talk a little?”

“Bee... your father said- “

“Just a little! It doesn’t hurt anyone. My father doesn’t worry about me… it has another reason.”

I watched them. Space took Bee’s shoulder, as they walked. Her brown long hair were bellowing with the cold wind. She couldn’t walk easily.

I followed them but a damn branch made me to fall on the floor.

“Aha!!! I KNEW it was one of that damn star guys!!” Space pointed at me.

“Space!! Let him go!!!” Bee held his arm.

I ran quickly. But it looked like Space found out this star guy that he got is the damned Siffrin, so he pushed Bee away and followed me so fast, and finally in another dead end he could trapped me.

This story continues..

[undyneluvs]

Tsukishima x F!Y/N reader in which Tsukki is only nice to her?

a/n ; I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve been having trouble trying to find motivation to write, but I got it back! Here ya go, anon 💗

cw; fluff

Tone

Kei Tsukishima.. the name of your friend .. best friend? You weren’t sure what your relationship with him really was. All you knew was that the two of you were really close and nothing could get between you two.

Everyone always gave the two of you a confused look, and you knew why. Tsukishima was notorious for his bitchy personality and always making unnecessary comments. That always had your mind racing, though.

What is so different about me?

The question kept circling around your head every moment of the day. While you were eating breakfast, lunch, dinner.. volleyball practice, at the beach, even before you go to bed. Sometimes the question pops up in your dreams.

On a hot Summer day, Tsukki invites you to the beach, which, why would you ever say no to? Of course you accepted, and once you got all of your swim attire on and packed, you met with him in his car.

“Hey y/n, I’m glad you actually decided to come.” Kei chuckled, looking at you and then straight at the road. “Are you all ready?” He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye and watching as you slowly nodded your head. He instantly noticed something was wrong with you. You would’ve been more enthusiastic with your answer, a simple head nod is completely unlike you.

His smile slowly faded when you just gave that nod. He began to drive and decided to roll the windows down, but all of a sudden the sound of his wheels dragging against the street started to bother him. Same with the loud wind. You would always be talking to him, whether it’d be your ranting about one of the worst girls in your volleyball team or about Hinata and Kageyama bugging you to help them practice.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, the tone of his voice making your perk up and gulp, you could feel a shiver sent down your spine. You wouldn’t be so scared, but you were so used to the silence that your heart began to race as soon as he opened up his mouth.

“Tsukki..” you paused for a long time which made him worry. “What?” He asked. “What is it? Did someone say something before you left?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not that.. how come you’re so nice to me? Everyone is always coming up to me and saying that they’re surprised that you’re never snapping at me, ‘cause sometimes you even snap at Yamaguchi.”

Tsukishima stayed quiet, a bit of blush appearing on his face. The two of you finally arrived at the beach, and he parked right before opening his mouth again.

“Y/N..” He said, turning his head to you. “I think everything about you is great. You’re really funny, smart, and beautiful. Like, really really beautiful. Not only that but you’re not annoying like some other of my teammates over at Karasuno.”

You could feel your heart thumping again.

So hard that you can feel it in your ears.

“I really like you, y/n.” Tsukki said, gulping. You can see his bandaged hands trembling a bit, waiting for a response.

“I like you too, Tsukki.” you said, giggling as you held his face and planted a kiss on his lips.

[decompose1]

whats it like being an angel? if youre okay with sharing :o) im curious!

sorry this has been in my inbox for a few days! i've been trying to find the words to answer it. it's a little complicated!! (not that it's bad you asked or anything, i've just never tried to put it into words!)

i feel that i was put on this world to do good things. i like to help with stuff, like taking on moderation positions and helping friends and giving gifts and stuff like that. i like trying to make people happier. ever since we left the hospital, and i've existed, i've been able to see the world through this lens He didn't- the world is full of so much beautiful detail. the colors are bright. the birds and bugs sing for us. the light beams stream through my window in the morning and light up my messy room in a way that almost makes the mess look pretty. the wind feels good on my face and i can do anything i want to. i've taken to trying to take a walk every day if i can manage it, and on those walks, i try to take a picture of at least one thing that made me smile. so my camera roll is now full of pictures of flowers and mushrooms and graffiti i liked and funny stickers and people's pets and beautiful signs. the world has a new light. people are beautiful and interesting and new. every creature the universe has to offer amazes me, from glorious birds and lions to little bugs and parasites. i told my girlfriend i like to listen to the sound of insects buzzing in place of music at work sometimes and fae called this angelic of me.

i have some trouble understanding negative and unclean emotions, because it wasn't my job to feel those. i'm one half of a whole. but it's okay. i like that i can be a sunbeam instead of rotting like we used to

[trippygalaxy]

Nicknames For You! Pt.3

Includes: Sky, Hyrule, Four, Wind (Platonic)

Pt 1 - Pt 2

Sky

My other, other half

It became a inside joke between you two! You once called Sky you’re “other half” while relaxing by a beach The Chain had stumbled upon. Sky, flustered and touched by your words couldn’t help but say it back to you, but was quick to correct himself after a moments thought. 

Sky, seeing your confusion, realized he had to explain a thing or two. So, he did. Sky spoke about his Loftwing and how he -and many others from his home- saw their Loftwings as their other half! But he was more than happy to have you be his other, other half. And how could you say no to such an offer?

Pumpkin

The thought of pumpkins themselves bring him fond memories of home. When he ran around balancing stacks of pumpkin that dwarfed him in size to the sweet smell of pumpkin soup he would deliver. Those were among the few happy memories he had during his adventure. Was he a little stress during it? Sure! But he felt like he could relax and forget the dangers he had faced.

Sky would be lying if he said he didn’t feel that way when he was with you. You reminded him of home and the memories he cherished, you made him feel so free. Just like home.

Cuddle Bug

You’re the BEST cuddle partner!! It doesn’t matter what position or who is the big spoon, he loves to hold you and to be held by you. Though most people might believe that HE would be the one to initiate the cuddles, he is more than willing to admit it was you! I can’t blame you!- I mean, Sky is like the softest, most comfiest person to sleep on!

Hyrule

Lucky Charm

When you’re by his side Hyrule can’t help but feel unstoppable! Your encouragement and support will never not make him flustered. Hyrule had always felt like luck was always fighting against him, and his fears worsen when he met the rest of The Chain. He felt less than, compared his companions, even when they told him otherwise! But with you, with you everything just clicked. With you by his side, everything that once scared him turned into but minor threats. Something he could over come while he held you close. Everything was just right with you.

My Hero

While yes, he is the hero of Hyrule sometimes heroes need heroes too! Hyrule admires you so much. He admires you so because no matter your flaws or fears, you continue to be the bravest person he knows! He looks to you for inspiration and comfort, for encouragement and criticism, for everything that he does not have but yearns for. You will always amaze him, no matter what.

Sweetie

You’ve got to be the sweetest person he’s met! Maybe you can be cold or stubborn with others, but with him you can’t help but warm up to him. Even the most sweetest of candies can’t compare to his Sweetie! He just can’t help the fuzzy feeling that spreads through his body when he sees your face. Everything you do warms his cheeks and leaves him with a goofy smile on his face!

Four

Precious

Oh, how else could he describe you. One word could never truly express how important you are to him but if he were forced to choose, “Precious” fits you perfectly. You are far more precious than any jewel or weapon, and he will protect and love you with all him might.

Giggles

Your laughter is one of his favourite things in this world (and every other) and he’d do anything to hear it. The way your body moves with each laugh that escapes you fills him with so much joy, he might burst! But as much as he loves your full, untamed laughter, he can’t help but swoon every time he hears you giggle.

Lovely

“exquisitely beautiful.“ That is the definition of Lovely and boy, Four couldn’t agree more! No matter what or where you guys are, you are the most stunning person he has ever seen. You could be dripping with sweat and covered head to toe in monsters guts and Four will still watch you in awe, stunned by your beauty.

Wind (Platonic)

Partner in crime

A very true statement! It’s not often that you two are far from one another, but when you are--well, everyone should look over their shoulders. You are his biggest helper when he wants to prank someone! You two are always on each others side no matter what!

First mate

He started calling you this when The Chain had stumbled into his Hyrule,  you had manage to help Wind with working around a ship they found! You both made an amazing duo as you two manned the ship. 

To him, you are the first person he can turn to for help or advice. Wind trusts you with everything, even a ship! He would be lying if he said he didn’t think about sailing the seas with you! He’d make you in first mate in a heart beat if, you too, wanted to cross the seas with him.

Dude!

Normally he calls you “dude” either when he’s really excited about something or when he’s irritated. He’ll come up running to you, calling out and saying he wants to show you something! Or the other scenario, he plops down next to you with a pout and crossed arms. He won’t talk for a bit unless you ask him what’s up --or he just gets bored of waiting and starts ranting. Normally it’s about the Chain and how they “baby him too much,” which is true in some cases but that’s not the point! 

(Apologies for any typos or weird grammar!)

[krillin-fanfic]

Small Worries

Here we go, my K18 Day 2023 Entry! Had to power through a stomach bug that seemed to go away and then had a resurgence (and may have lost sleep and caught a cold trying to get this written down) but we did it! So, without further ado, enjoy this entry.

“Look, Babe, I appreciate the concern and all, but I'm OK, honest.” A short, disheveled man, sat in a chair facing the living room couch, bald head splotched with small burns and sweat-streaked dirt.

“Hush. Let me work.” A beautiful blonde woman shook her head and shifted slightly on the couch as she swabbed at a small burn on her patient's cheek

Krillin sat slumped in his chair, frowning. He'd come home from his training session with Goku just a bit disheveled, and 18 was acting as if he'd just come back from the middle of a war zone. She was totally overreacting... though he dare not tell her that. When 18 got like this, he found it best not to protest.

She dipped a fresh swab into some rubbing alcohol and touched it to one of the burn marks on his head, causing him to wince and pull back in discomfort. “Gah!”

“Stop whining, you've been through worse. Though not usually from training with friends.” Her expression was unreadable to most, but Krillin knew what was on her mind.

“18, I know it looks bad, but this happens sometimes. You don't need to worry about me, alright?”

She halted for a moment, fixing her icy blue eyes on his, expression still unchanging. “I don't, huh? I seem to recall you saying that the first time you came home from spending the day with Goku with your gi shredded like this, bruises all ove-” she jabbed the cotton swab at him. “Don't bother with the joke, I saw the other guy and he was fine.” She frowned. “I... worry sometimes. Can't help it.”

Krillin turned his head downward to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was worrying you so much. It just feels... so good to be back in action again, I guess. Spend more time with Goku again.”

18 rubbed his cheek softly. “I know that, honey. I really do.” She gently cupped his chin and lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Hey... I'm not telling you this has to stop. OK? Just... I really need you to try to take a little more care of yourself. Marron and I both worry about you. You're not some weird alien who bounces back stronger from this sort of thing.”

Krllin broke eye contact, trying to look anywhere else than at her. “...yeah. I know...”

18 frowned again, softer and less stern. “Sweetheart, look at me.” She cupped his cheeks and turned him to face her once again. “You're still strong. You still have more strength in you than anyone else I know. You have such a strong moral compass. You have the strength to be willing to put others above yourself and your desires, which is not as common as people think. She smiled. “You have the strength to show compassion to people that even your own friends thought didn't deserve it, and for that I'm forever grateful.” She gestured toward the window with a tilt of her head. “And so's 17, not that the tsundere bastard will ever admit that to your face...” she saw him try to suppress a smile. “There's more to being strong than just muscles, dear.” She allowed a hand to drift down and gently rub his shoulder. “Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy these too. Just know I'd still love you even without them, OK?”

He blushed and allowed a small smile to slip through. “Yeah. OK.” He reached over and placed a hand on top of hers resting on his shoulder. “I really don't like to make you guys worry. It's part of why I've been a lot more careful lately, honest. And so has Goku.”

18 raised an eyebrow. “If he's been so careful, how exactly did you wind up coming back looking like you'd just survived planetary destruction?”

Krillin removed his hand quickly and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Well-ah... y'see... it wasn't actually Goku who did this. See, he and I were training together and our session was going on for a while. Then Vegeta showed up all upset about it-”

“Vegeta?!” 18 froze, bottle and swab she'd been preparing still in hand. “What did that prick have to do with you?”

“So, ah, funny story... it turns out that he said Goku told him he'd come train with him for a while over on Bulma's private island, and he said what we were doing was cutting into his time...” Krillin tapped his index fingers together. “And well, he kinda, sorta... stepped in to hurry things along. Heh...”

Krillin gulped as he saw 18's eyes narrow. “S-sorry, babe. I can always stop for a while, it's fine.”

18 closed her eyes and shook her head. “No. Krillin, why do you think I'm mad at you?” She leaned forward and gently swabbed a scrape on top of his head. “You did nothing wrong, Goku didn't do anything wrong here really...” she frowned and looked out the window. “That pig-headed 'Prince', on the other hand...”

She sighed. “Krillin, I know how much you sacrifice for Marron and I, and I know how much this makes you happy. Seeing you so enthusiastic and full of energy again... it makes us happy too.” She caressed his cheek again. “I need you to stop worrying that you need to apologize for enjoying yourself here. Do I worry? Absolutely. You're kind of a big deal to me, y'know?” He chuckled and looked down, blushing. “I'm serious. You're my best friend. My home. My everything. So of course I'm going to worry a bit. But if a little bit of temporary worry is what I need to endure for you to have your happy place, then so be it. Besides,” she winked. “You always know how to help me get over it.”

Krillin felt himself turn beet red and shifted a bit in his chair. “Heheheh... I suppose so.”

She poked him lightly in the chest. “So let's stop with the moping, huh? Next time that royal pain in the rear shows up and lets himself get carried away though, you tell me. I'll deal with him.”

Krillin's eyes went wide. “Uh... 18, don't get me wrong, you're strong, amazing, wonderful, tough as nails, and I love you so please don't kill me here, but Vegeta is kind of leagues stronger than you and me put together now. I'm not sure that's a great idea.”

18 chuckled and lifted her phone. “You'd be surprised what a simple phone call to Bulma can do. She scares him more than his own fears of irrelevancy. She'd have him here apologizing within an hour.”

Krillin laughed and leaned forward to peck 18's lips. “You're amazing, you know that?”

“I do. You're not so bad yourself, Mister.” She leaned in and kissed him again, lingering just a little longer, relishing the feeling of butterflies he still managed to give her.

“Now,” she said, pulling out a bandage and more antiseptic, “time to let me finish patching you up.” Krillin reluctantly agreed, mumbling minor complaints as she did so. But even so, 18 found herself smiling. Sometimes, she had to admit, it was nice to have an excuse to fuss over her husband. When she finished, she draped her arms around his neck and leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on top of his bandaged head. “There. All done, big baby.”

Krillin smiled and craned his neck to look up at her. “Thanks, babe. Best nurse a guy could ask for.”

She returned his smile and tapped the spot where his nose would be. “And you better not forget it. Now, would you like to help me make dinner before Marron gets home?”

Krillin hopped up from his chair and stretched. “Sure thing. What are we having?”

“Taco night, “ she called over her shoulder on the way into the kitchen.

Krillin grinned. Tonight was going to be sweet indeed!

[uniquezombiedestiny]

actually fuck it. i need to ramble more

thinks about the snow queen and bella. ive recently delved into her story and some of the of fairytale (dubious from some webbed site but. yknow lmao) and wound up with lots of think of... based on her ruina dialogue + appearance, the queen like to challenge the brave. in the fairytale, kai and gerda's childike hearts are still there at the end. bella is someone with a kind heart and not much bravery. (really, she polarizes, but her bravery is more around the alternate alone. she can be brave!! but usually and - especially as she declines - she loses that aspect, likely trading it for simple anger, red-shoes-y desire, etc.) she was also forced to grow up - she is still that lonely kid she was years ago. she is still in t-589, still in c-127. she has a lot to learn, still, and to discover.

the snow queen is.. an interesting figure to me when it comes to her relationship with bella. she is cold, silent, only watching bella as she simply speaks into basically nothingness. she may, sometimes, give her a cruel smile. what a childlike, brave little soul; one who chose to bear the cold. one who enjoys her presence.

"kai saw things he didn't need or want to see." / "he felt like what he knew amounted to so little."

to bella, the queen is a respite. friendcorp has shown her so many new things, good and bad. on the bad side, her mental issues have been unraveling. her unhealthy mindset isn't going to work indefinitely like it used to. but, with the snow queen, it's familiar. it's not even that cold anymore, you know? she's long been used to cold, quiet, endless hallways. talking into the silence - like her words are simply carried away by the wind - is a relief, because noone can hear them. for once, she can speak, and there will be no consequences. and if the queen does hear, well, that's alright. she trusts her, now.

the cold isn't so bitter anymore. it's homely. familiar. it's lively, biting into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. she feels real.

and, ofc, i'll talk about her suicide attempt too. especially her own views on it... eventually, it becomes like a knightly duty to her. she must do this to save everyone else - surely, we'll all be happier this way. yes, you'll have to face this loss. but beyond it is a better ending for everyone here. this is the most logical choice... isn't it?

the snow queen gave kai a kiss - one to no longer feel the cold, and one to forget everything. his family, friends, etc etc. that way, he would stay with the snow queen. she would show him the truth of the world - the shattered mirror shards, his knowledge being so little, the mirror of reason.

"what a shame... all your friends who could help you are gone." really, it's like she pities bella and her kind, lonely heart. she pitites most people, i think, like when she laughed at lee during their duel, or gave merry a sickening smile shortly before being frozen. where her heart should be is empty - she is a cold and calculating being.

in ruina, the mirror is surrounded with frozen people, with the throne being the head of the circle. really, both her and bella have done this time and time again. bella has endured loss after loss, leaving entire worlds behind. the snow queen has killed person after person, snuffing flame after flame. her suicidd isn't much different. it's just, this time. it's a calm, slow end. bella puts up no fight or front of bravery, now. she just wants to return to her dreams of a better world. the queen will gladly show her this, in a place made only for themselves, where bella can finally be completely and utterly herself, in all it's flaws, without consequence. with all of her emotions overtaken by freezing cold, she can finally smile.

and she'll be preserved as an angel. she'll look beautiful, perfect, in this ice, like a bug in amber. she will always be the perfect kid.

also, in the og story, the shattered mirror wound up being made into things like glasses and windows. that fits well with bella's glasses. when kai's eye gets a tiny, tiny shard in it, he sees everything as distorted and ugly. but he sees perfection in snowflakes. the snow queen is made of them, the queen to the "snow bees" that are snowflakes. (they're actually described as snow bees in the story!)

[noirbriar]

Ficlet:Fire & Stone AU

Having random bouts of anxiety and finding things to distract myself so decided to random button mash some ideas into a post. AU title is a placeholder until my brain is more active, but here are some thoughts for a hobbit canon divergence/ what if thing in Imladris because sadly I can't write and this scene has been bugging me for a while now and may be absolutely OOC:

Sometimes its the people you meet along the way that shape you.A moment where Thorin unexpectedly meets a stranger in Imladris.

--- A dark cloud of anger and frustration follows Thorin as he stomps away deeper into the winding gardens of Imladris. Leaving behind a flutter of fireflies and a confused Hobbit behind. With echoes of talk of the dreadful curse that lingers in his wake. The Dragon sickness that haunts him in the darkest recesses of his memories. He lets his feet guide him aimlessly through this elven settlement, troubled and frustrated. It was not until he realises there was a gentle flutter of lightness, a release of tension from his shoulders, did he realise there was music. A slow strum of strings, a calm melody from a harp surrounds the dwarf. A part of Thorin is telling him to leave this obviously occupied space, but another part of him who plays the harp as well is curious. Such wondrous melody!

It does not take long to find this minstrel on a lone stone bench, surrounded by fireflies and the blooms.Unlike the other elves in here, this one is taller than most (except, maybe the balrog slayer) and draped in a dark midnight coloured cloak, with most of his face hidden by a hood and dark tresses. The stranger stops strumming, and turns his bright gaze to his dwarven guest.

He smiles, a sad gaze that lowers in a nod and a gesture of greeting to Thorin who simply blankly nods back in return.

There was a moment of silence before the minstrel returns to his playing.A beautiful hand harp, old but well crafted and cared for by his eye. Which was when Thorin notices the bandaged hands with a soft gasp under his breath. To play such complex notes with such wounds... The stranger stops and smiles again as he has noticed the dwarf studying his instrument in hand. "It is nothing, Master dwarf," He speaks almost in a whisper. When there is no reply, he switches to that ancient and long unused form of khuzdul that Thorin has only heard from the Chief Counsellor of Imladris thus far. "Would you be keen to have a song on this eve of our meeting? It seems this is a night for sharing a song." He gestures to the other end of the bench in silent invitation.

Thorin bristles at the use of his kin's language and is annoyed. He feels he should not. Greatly. Should just march right back the many dumb winding paths back to his Company.

Yet the dwarven king surprised himself by taking a sit at the offered place, the alstroemerias rustling as the strange elf gives a deeper bow, and strums. A Dwarven classic. A ballad of mountains and distant hills. Of hidden paths and winding caves.

When it winds down into its last lingering note, the elf bows in thanks to his audience. Thorin, returns the gesture with a nod of acknowledgement to this elf's craft. In recognition of a true Master in his art. "I thank you for the song." Thorin adds shortly, though in Westron.(Let it be known he has not forgotten basic civility or diplomacy or courtesy, take that Balin!) "Ah... I apologise for my rudementary Khuzdul, I wrongly presumed you only speak your language. I have forgotten that your folk may find it rude to use in the open by others who may know it, especially in this Age. " The elf replies humbly, though from this longer conversation, Thorin sees way this elf is seated and the way he speaks and how his eyes shine much like the Lord of the Golden Flower. This is no mere minstrel.

A very old elf it seems who have also worked with dwarrow back in the old days.

"No offense is taken." Thorin pauses for a moment before adding in polite afterthought in customary khuzdul to one with great mastery, "I see you, Master of Song."

The elf gesture his thanks with a hand on his heart.

"I am Thorin. Son of Thrain, son of Thror. To whom I should thank for his craft?" There is quiet, before Thorin finds himself gazing at old eyes filled with deep wisdom and sorrow.Old treelight blazing with fire as it met stone. "I have many names it seems... but you may call me Maglor." Maglor returns kindly. BONUS: "Lord Maglor?"Erestor knocks on the door with a tray in hand before opening the doors into the chamber," I apologise for your late dinner, but we had gues-"

He stops and does a quick scan.

Room,empty.

Travel bag, unpacked.

Harp, missing.

Silence. "Unbelievable!" Erestor hisses as he slams down the tray on the side table and rushes out, nearly colliding into Glorfindel, who have just finished his bath and now dressed in his casual night robes. Though Erestor quickly and gracefully manages to swerve away and rushes off to find one restless Son of Feanor.

The Captain of Imladris blinks.

"Well. So much for coming back to a quiet, restful evening.Its been quite an exciting day it seems." Glorfindel sighs with a shake of his head with a helpless smile. The captain quickly following behind the irritated councillor, hoping they manage to catch one wayward elf. Again.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

hehehe gimme some sandduo

SAND DUOOOOOOOOO

~~~

When Wilbur was young, there had been crickets.

Most nights in the summer, he’d run around outside and try to catch the noisy bugs using a net or a jar. Sometimes Phil or Techno would help, using gentle hands and soft voices; Wilbur always liked it best when Phil or Techno helped. 

And sometimes he would simply sit on the porch, laying on his stomach and listening to the chirps and whistles and songs. Phil would sit on the rocking chair with a mug of tea, and Techno would either sit beside him on the other rocking chair with a book, or on the front steps to the porch without a book. 

Wilbur always loved the crickets. He loved their noises, the way they jumped, the way he could hold one in his hand and admire it. He always looked forward to summer for the crickets. 

Fireflies had long since gone extinct, but Phil would talk about them, and talk about how they would glow with yellow-green lights to attract mates, and how they could be easily caught in the palm of his hand, and how they would sit on his hand for a short while, sometimes blinking and sometimes not, before flying away into the gentle night. 

Wilbur loved hearing about fireflies. They sounded absolutely brilliant; he had a feeling that if he’d gotten to witness them in all their small, radiant glory, he would’ve loved them just as much as he loves crickets. 

Wilbur is not very young anymore, and there are no more crickets. He can’t quite remember when they’d stopped singing, or what year that was, or how old he’d been; all he knows is that they don’t exist anymore, and the earth is a lot more quiet for it. 

Now, the only noise to cut through the late evening is a strong breeze rattling the cornstalks together. Wilbur supposes they create a song of their own—albeit a less beautiful one. 

At least there’s something. 

“This world was never enough for you, was it?” 

Wilbur blinks, pulled from his mind by a familiar voice. Phil. Phil is here, next to him on the other rocking chair. Wilbur had almost forgotten. 

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asks, though he knew exactly what Phil had meant. 

Phil takes a breath, a smile tugging at his lips. “You know what I’m talking about. Ever since you were young, you always-“

He stops, and the nearly undetectable flickering in his eyes shows that he’s thinking. After a moment, he continues. “Ever since you were a kid, you would look up at the sky in a way that wasn’t… like others. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t like anyone.” 

Wilbur huffs. 

“It was like you were looking for something that you knew was out there. It was more than curiosity, it was…” 

When he doesn’t finish, Wilbur chimes in, “A calling?”

“Yes.” Phil nods, holding his tea closer. “Yes, a calling. Your calling.”

He turns to lock eyes with his son’s. “You know what I’m talking about.” 

Wilbur holds the stare for a long few seconds before sighing, turning to look out at the corn. Corn, in all directions. Fields of it. Miles of it. 

“There’s no corn in space.” 

Phil chuckles. “Is that so?”

“Yep,” Wilbur replies, popping the p. “Only stars and nothingness. A couple million planets. A few asteroids, here and there, a black hole or two.” He begins to smile. “But no corn.” 

Phil says nothing, and together they grow silent. 

The wind picks up. 

Phil takes a long, deep breath, followed by a long, deep sip of tea. “You want to go out there.”

It’s not a question. 

Wilbur shifts, fiddling with the glasses he’d supposedly been trying to clean. They’re probably more smudged now than they were when he’d removed them from his face. 

Phil’s right. Of course he’s right; Wilbur does want to go out there. He wants to leave, to sail across the unknown reaches of time and space, to see stars up close. He does. He really, truly does. 

“The world is dying, Phil,” Wilbur states, because it’s good to be reminded. “It’s dying. Everything is dying, down to the crops and the bugs. We’re all dying. We all know we’re dying.” 

Phil nods. 

Wilbur glances at him, waiting for his dad to look back. “We’re living in a hole that’s being covered with dirt. A grave, we’re living in a grave. We’re living in a grave, Phil.”

Phil nods again, giving a small shrug. He turns to look out at the corn but turns back once he realizes that Wilbur hasn’t turned away. 

Wilbur holds his gaze. “We were born here. We were never supposed to die here.”

Phil sucks in a breath. “You’ve been reading too much poetry.”

“I’m serious.” 

Phil’s eyes soften. “I know you are.”

Wilbur holds his gaze for a while longer before swearing, turning away. Corn, corn, bloody corn. 

“Look up,” Phil instructs. “Remember: there’s no corn in space.”

Wilbur breathes a heavy exhale, doing as Phil said.

His breath catches. 

The stars are marvelous. White dots painted against a black canvas, as numerous and wondrous as strands of hair on a human head. 

“You’re never going to be a farmer.” Phil’s voice is almost a laugh. “I mean, that was clear from the start. You weren’t ever like me and Techno.”

Wilbur chews on his bottom lip. It’s true. 

“You were made for the stars, I think.”

Wilbur bites harder. “Phil, do you think I should go?”

Phil goes completely and utterly silent. 

“Phil,” Wilbur repeats, taking a breath. “Do you think I should go?”

There’s no answer. The rattling corn is deafening.

“Phil.”

“I don’t know.” 

Phil’s voice is quick and almost sharp. 

Wilbur’s lips tighten into a line. 

After a minute or so, Phil shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t…” 

A mug of tea is set onto the table with a clunk. 

Wilbur can’t look. 

“I don’t… know what I want to say.” Phil’s voice is quiet, now. The soft gentleness that Wilbur knows by heart. “I want you to go because I know you want to, and I know you’re made for it, and I know that if anyone can do something as impossible as this, it’s you. If anyone can find a home in the middle of space, it’s you.”

Wilbur stares down at the dusty floorboards. Techno said that raccoons used to live under them. 

“And I also… don’t want you to go, because you’re my son and I know I won’t-“

That sentence is never finished, but the words are heard anyway. 

Wilbur’s throat tightens, and he swallows. 

Quiet once again.

[fragileizywriting]

little miss kitty, with all the sleek and all the style and all the silence and all the smile, has become irreversibly whipped for viperion, and it is so evident to every single person who sees her.

after akuma attacks and after mister bug has cleared any miasma with his cure, the dust settles like a veil.

the magic that he lets go always feels so refreshing and soothing, a burst of energy to clean their skin. for viperion, it's rain: droplets of magic soak into his suit and refresh every individual hexagonical patch back to their original state. if during the fight he'd gotten bruised; smashed into a wall (or in their new case, into any of the trees forested about in this beautiful fantastical world) or just moved his arm the wrong way, it's magically fixed. with this, his ribs don't sing and ache from pain. there's no longer blood on his face, and there's no longer the exhaustion that plagues him whenever he uses second chance too often.

after akuma attacks, and after the miraculous cure, viperion does his very best to do his housekeeping.

it requires silence and concentration; not complete and total silence, because he's grown up in the city of paris where honking is common and a bustling city always creates noise. here in the forest, there is wind, and there are animals, and there are people around him to have quiet conversation even as he sits down on the dirt floor and closes his eyes. with his hands palm-down facing towards the dirt, he lets the snakes on his suit unravel. down and down they go, slithering off of his skin like real life beings, transforming his suit into nothing but a black canvas. they pull down into the earth and check for any ambiguities, anything wrong within the timeline that he should be aware of. when he finds a second-chance that he's used, the decaying snake-skin rotting underneath the earth, he collects it back. his snakes eat all the remanants of his very own second-chances, making sure that there's no obstruction of the timeline.

this is what he does. always. constantly. but it's hard to do this with all of his concentration when he feels a dark heat at his side.

"don't bother me," he tells her, eyes still closed and hood still on. it's out of instinct that he closes his lids; with his hood on, he's blind to the present and the future. cleanup never allows him to tidy the future, only to secure the past. it feels unnatural to keep his eyes open while he does this, and he's been told before that the blank, pallid gaze he gets when the hood is on is frightening.

"i'm not doing anything," she giggles, right next to him.

"go bother mister bug." he'd swat at her, if he could, but his hands are preoccupied. he can only touch the floor or his own suit, anything else and his snakes will retreat back onto his skin. "i'm busy."

"i'm bored."

"there are seven other people that you can go talk to," he muses. he doesn't spook when she plops herself down into his lap, making a space between his crossed legs. "kitty."

"timelines are so boring," she groans. long, elegant hexsteel claws are no fear of his when she wraps her arms around his neck and hangs like a monkey. "i'm understimulated."

"there are two of you here, you know that?"

"but it's no fun if you're not there."

she wasn't like this the last time they came across an alternate dimension. when they'd made it to elysium, the two of them were at each other's throats. but they've settled. somewhat. there are moments where kitty's acerbic nature smoothes out whenever she talks to him, no longer seeing him as a foe but rather a... a lover. it's tentative. she's timid. sometimes her eyes light up with hearts and stars, and some other times she shies away. he's known her their whole life, and knows that she struggles with it. he struggles with it, too, knowing that he has two loved ones.

zero to two is a big change.

"i'm busy cleaning up your mess," he snorts. "try not to cataclysm something that's entirely made out of fog, next time."

"pay attention to me."

"i'm almost done." just a few more snakes to eat, and...

"you should pay attention to me instead," she giggles, kicking out her feet. she has them laced together, leaning into his lap like she's trying to burrow into him. even in her suit, all sleek and dark, she's just a smidge too tall to fit without making herself lay down in an extremely uncomfortable position. "or i'll start squirming in your lap and make you get a hardon."

"that's fine. i'd ask marinette to take care of it."

"rude!" she lets go of his neck, favouring sitting up in his lap. his eyes are still closed, still blind, still looking at the way lady noire had twisted in the air mere thirty minutes ago, slamming her activated claws through the 'wardog' that had surfaced from god-knows-where, causing it to get sporadic... ah.

there it is.

he twists the snake attached to his right arm, snatching the fallen pieces of the second-chance and eats it. with a successful smile, both snakes slither back onto his skin, and just as he's about to open his eyes, she kisses his jaw and short-circuits his brain.

[thewolfisawake]

🎰!

Muse Roulette with @soulsxng

Zikiriel and Luis

(Ngl, I feel like Zikiriel might not like Luis from first impressions. Mainly because he wouldn't come off as able to be serious. But overall I think they could come to understanding at least)

"All this wind today," Luis remarked as he watched the spittle of rain be carried off by it, "uninvited gusts if you ask me."

Ber and Eiji

(I had a thought of 'please have mercy, I would like to have a muse afterwards.' But I think Ei would be eaten alive or fall to some of his worst impulses with Ber. Although I dunno, maybe Ei's 'good kid' act might just annoy Ber. It's hard to tell)

Every time he thought he was getting somewhere with this sight, something embarrassing happens. One step forward, two steps back. He could only see through the curtain of water the yokai gleefully fleeing. A sigh left him, yeah, he was not gonna catch that one today. Especially since...

"I'm terribly sorry. I will make this up," he said, offering a hand to usher both of them out of the fountain, "Is there a shop nearby you might be able to find something?"

Alsina and Tannim

(Their wavelengths seem similar. I can see them geeking about weaponry because making them is in their repertoire to some extent.. But I think it'd be pretty chill with those two. Probably teasing Tannim because he comes off rather naive.)

"Real sorry 'bout that," he apologized again, "We swore that the area was clear 'fore we started uh, started playin' wit fireworks."

More like detonating concentrated misfortune but visually probably the same. And while Tannim had the feeling the lady would understand that explanation...it really was better off to side, "You weren't injured, were ya? Nothin' of yours damaged?"

Jaspern and Bayani

(Bayani, by virtue of what he is, is naturally drawn to Jaspern's strong characteristics. I think he'd be amused even at the sternness. But Bayani is totally not Jas' type and birb boy is a-okay with that)

"Familiar...familiar..." He muttered it as if reciting it would bring forth a face. A name. And yet, nothing came to him. Just a negging and he couldn't shake it. Maybe it was one of his past lives deciding to bug him today? Although that couldn't be right. It's not like any one from his past lives could be still wandering around, right? Non-humans didn't really need anything from someone like him so that wasn't likely. Still, Bayani couldn't shake this feeling.

And seeing eyes on him...he also realized he must've been staring hard. Oh. Oh, he should probably say something. What is something that people say to smooth things over? "Couldn't help but stop and stare. Not everyday you get graced by beauty."

Nailed it.

Pythius and Dom

(Oh. Oh no. This is like a match made in hell. I initially thought it'd be like rivals because of owning their own little clubs and stuff. But no. While Dom is not technically a telepath, he might as well be with how his power works. And he abuses that power. But on the other hand Pythius would actually annoy Dom (which I find...huh amazed we haven't gotten there yet) because he can see through Dom's bullshit. And boy does Dom not like the shoe on the other foot)

Downside to just knowing things...he got a sense for those in it to win it. And boy, sometimes those prizes were not worth it. While it normally didn't matter to Dominicus since he'd never see the result, there was something amusing about the possible escapade in waiting.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Dom remarked, "they might end up giving you more than you bargained for."

As in, let you meet the end of their knife sort of bargain but let's not get ahead of ourselves.