#which is fine i need to walk my shinys anyways

[ghostykapi]

need to take this stress off (this stress off)

hirai momo & fem!reader // oopz i made it spicy ehe! // mentions of a lil jealous momo n like also a background jealous sana over dubu ehe!

momo swears she must have won the lottery to have you as her girlfriend

ever since meeting you, momo has been nothing but spoiled. may it be gifts, affection, time and love it doesn’t matter, a simple smile and you’re already doing anything and everything for her

it’s cute, the way you’re wrapped around her finger and the way you don’t bother denying it. why would you? you don’t even blink when they say you are a simp

it’s because they don’t know how much you’ve wrapped momo around your fingers and how much willing she is to worship you

nayeon can, unfortunately, attest to that

“y/n” the eldest is stressed at the way you are giggling, because she knows that you will cause trouble with that outfit you are wearing “we have work today”

“i also have work today” you pout, but nayeon smacks your arm out of stress “wha-hey! i can’t be the only one wearing cute outfits”

“yes but you have control” nayeon stresses her words, making sure it gets stuck in your head “momo has no self control when it comes to you”

“she’s going to be fine i swear!” you huff, though she knows deep down your intentions are different “she’s a big girl, she can handle herself”

“noooooo she literally can’t unless she’s on stage”

“she will have to make do, i have to look cute while working y’know. i may work as a day bartender but i will always be a cute day bartender”

nayeon is still groaning in protest, knowing how much momo will be distracted when you walk in the practice room, because you always drop food from the restaurant you work at on the dot every practice day

“don’t you have a uniform to wear?” nayeon asks, watching you dust down your skirt. it’s not short but because it’s paired with a cropped shirt that showcases your stomach and that new shiny belly piercing you have, she thinks that you’re looking too good for momo to handle

“yeah well today is the one day i’m free from the uniform rule. won a bet at work and now i’m cashing in” you giggle, and she thinks you are up to no good “anyway please step aside unnie i want to give you guys lunch and give my girlfriend a kiss”

“ffuuuuckking hell fine” nayeon gives up, letting you in and promptly causing all of twice to look over who just walked in the door.

you simply blink at the members who resume ‘fighting’ on the ground as you bring over bags full of lunch, to the couches, where momo gawks at you and your outfit. her words dying as she stares at you, too stunned at your outfit to even say anything

nayeon is right beside you getting lunch out of the boxes, eye rolling at how her roommate is acting.

you better not, nayeon’s mouths at momo over your back, we still have to practice the formation so you better not do what ever you think you want to do

“y/n!” dahyun appears right beside you, whistling at the boxes of food “thank you for bringing over food again”

“no problem dubu” you smile, ignoring momo’s staring, and the fact that dahyun’s seemingly a bit closer than usual. does she have the same intentions as you? “oh! i got you that drink you wanted too, you know the chocolate milk mixed with berries drink. i think i got the recipe dialed down so—”

you stop your rambling when you feel dahyun hug you, which is much appreciated, but you just got (1) caught off guard and (2) dahyun is wearing a short skirt and a tight top that she is using as a magnet for sana

“thank you unnie!” you’re blushing as you realize what she’s trying to do, especially with how (1) close she is, (2) how her lips are dangerously close to yours and (3) she has her hands on your exposed tummy oh god why does twice have such pointy nails–

“dahyunnie” “sweetheart”

whatever is happening though is immediately stopped, as momo and sana approach the both of you. where momo picks you up bridal style once sana manages to pull dahyun away. you swear you saw sana and momo have the same expression before it was wiped out with either a faux smile and a more sinister one

“emergency” momo says as you are carried out by her. her very strong arms carrying you away from twice, whom half are amused and the other half either stressed or confused on what just happened

sana hums at her best friend’s behavior before wrapping her arms around dahyun, whispering to her what kind of treatment she will get when she drags dahyun to her apartment.

the rest of twice watches as dahyun turns extremely red before requesting to finally eat lunch

you on the other hand are just so happy, because momo flags down a taxi, brings you inside and tells the driver to book it towards your apartment.

despite the earlier display, you were the one who puts her hand on your thigh, you’re the one who whispers to her all the things she can do when she gets home, she’s the one who takes in shaky breaths and smiles because goodness momo just looks so cute

despite the multiple texts of nayeon of i told you momo is unhinged when it comes to you, you laugh as you get dragged by momo towards inside your apartment and into your room.

momo is nothing but spoiled by you, so when you pull away from her advances, she starts whining and pouting

“no. you had practice today darling” you push her against the bed, making momo gulp at how sexy you look right now. “and i had work today. the manager only lets me out for 1 hour and you decide that i clock in out early? tsk tsk”

“you know better baby” you continue, but the smirk you wear and the way momo’s teeth are aching you both know whatever ‘scolding’ you have is pointless “so impulsive”

“please” momo lets you open her mouth, your thumb pressing down on her teeth, that brings out a whimper from her “please”

you coo, removing your thumb from her mouth before she can even try to suck on it

“awh baby you must be aching” her eyes are begging for any signal for her to go ahead, to do anything you both want and more

momo is desperate. you love her like this, proves to show how much you both need each other

“what are the magic words?”

“please” she gently grabs one of your hands that rests on her cheek and gives it a kiss “pretty girl please let me”

you kiss her, basically letting her loose. letting her fulfill whatever you promised her in that taxi

“you’re getting eager” you are delighted by the way she’s all over you, her hands sliding under your pathetic excuse of a shirt and bra, playing with the piercings you got just weeks ago “my pretty eager girl”

momo doesn’t bother replying, her mouth too preoccupied biting, nipping and sucking on the skin of your neck. your nails digging in the skin of her back, your eyes struggling to focus on the ceiling as she manhandles you like a toy

teeth aching and ready to do more, you feel her rip out whatever you are wearing. that actually shocks you, because you realize how flimsy cloth can be in your girlfriend’s strong hands, especially knowing she works out when she can

so by the time you’re just basically in your panties, you gently pull her by her hair

“ah ah ah” you gently push her away and standing up, the whine that escapes her mouth makes you even more wet “get rid of your clothes. wear a strap, pick which one you like baby, i wanna make sure you know who i belong to”

it takes her a few seconds to scramble to get rid of her clothes and to grab the pink glittery strap that’s just conveniently there, her mind only thinking of you

“cute” momo is so obedient, back to sitting, the only difference is that she has that glittery pink thick strap on her and you know that thing is going to break you

so you grant whatever she has been pleading. letting her get rid the last of what you are wearing, gently combing your hair as you lube up the strap and gently sink down on it. both of you gently moaning out the moment you fully take it all in, one in awe and one out of bliss

you control the pace by taking it slow. grabbing momo’s hands and letting them wherever you want them to stay on. whispering sweet words of praise at how good she is for letting you control her, how good she is for saying please, how much she deserves your mouth on her cunt after you are satisfied

it drives momo crazy, so much so that she gently thrusts her hips up at every praise, making you bit by bit up your own pace. suddenly you’re full on bouncing on her strap, panting and moaning at how it feels so amazing

“that’s it” momo is drooling over this view, the way you’re bouncing on her with your eyes hazy and the shiny piercings on your tits hypnotizing her “fucking bounce on me jus’ like that sweet girl”

you can feel the strap starting to break your mind, and it gets worse with the way momo is smirking, hips snapping up to meet yours. the slick already covering her hips and spreading to her abs making you absolutely more feral than you need to be

there’s a shift in the air, and all of the sudden momo has the control now

“look at you” she’s taunting you and yet she’s using one of her hands to draw slow tight circles on your clit, forcing you to start moaning louder and lose a bit of your rhythm “such a pretty fucking girl on top of me making a mess”

you can’t even comprehend that it’s coming to you like a truck, so when you snap, your back bends, eyes rolling too far back, thighs shake and you let out a choked up moan. momo’s quick to get a hold of you, pulling you against her, chest to chest, and continue to fuck you with animalistic speed

“oh no no no you don’t get to relax” she’s too feral for your own good, because now she’s got your back on the bed, you’re clinging and scratching unto her shoulders, her hips drilling deliciously more and more “my good girl doesn’t get to relax, oh no, she has to get fucked-mmph!-into oblivion!”

“please!” you wail, begging for something you don’t even know, your mind barely clinging on “baby–fuuuckkk–please let me–mph!–let me take a quick breather please please please”

“i can’t stop baby, you just look so good for me” she’s not stopping, only kissing you to silence your moans “sound so delicious for me, i think i need to eat you out after this hmm? would you let me pretty girl? you don’t want me to starve do you hm?”

“n-no i” you are so close again, the pleasure doubling up as you keep on going higher and higher “i’m so close please just let me cum again please”

she grants you what you want, that leads you to scream out, her lips messily locking against yours to muffle the moans, her hips rocking out the orgasm and her hands rubbing your sides to help you calm down when she pulls back

“my woman” you hear her whisper “my amazing sexy woman”

when you finally have the energy to properly take a look at her, you notice that she’s still slowly rocking that strap that’s inside of you. the slow movements and the hands that are placed on your hips only tell one thing

“my stunning girl”

her turn to be mean and ruin you

[vacayisland]

I have the largest hyper fixation on Floyd right now. Funny little troll being way too cute for it to be legal.

do you think you could write a story where a male / Non-binary reader that's like, a large person thing, (You can make them part animal if possible, I like the idea of Floyd hiding in the readers fur for comfort.) is reunited with Floyd after he was stick in the diamond perfume bottle for 2 months. And they just give Floyd a bunch of comfort cuddles and other stuff.

Take all the time you need to rest and drink water, if you can't do my request, that's perfectly fine. I hope you have an amazing day / night!

-A non-binary bee 🐝

@!; Floyd with a part-animal Reader! Floyd / Half-animal! Half-Troll! Reader

"Summary"! Couldn't tell if you meant big like tall or big like cubby... so why not both? :D Anyways, there are more headcanon style with little stories in it. Dunno when I'll post this (I have like 5 other stories backed up b/c my mind can't decide what to write); But I hope you like it Bee! Tags! Floyd literally being everything, no pronouns mentioned so feel free to use your own, hurt-comfort, NOT PROOF READ... also wrote in one sitting... in one day. AND TUMBLR KEPT GLITCHING ON ME AND THE PITCTURE BORDER ISN'T WORKING ON DESKTOP-. anyways please enjoy <3

@!; Floyd has known you since his band days, which was a shock to his brothers when they finally met you. Not only are you taller than an average troll (a foot or so) yet you're also different; and mostly in a good way, but take what you will about the fact that Branch noticed your differences first. When Floyd first met you, it was 2 months into his boyband career with Brozone. He went out on a walk to clear his head before a big show, anxious feels were never good to go on stage with and his brothers didn't help much. Mostly John Dory, who kept speaking about his "perfect" plan to the show. Just thinking about messing up anything made Floyd more nervous than preforming, he really didn't want to let his brothers down; as he's seen them preform before he was able to join on the scene. So while JD ranted, Spruce worked out, and Clay was fitting into his costume, Floyd went out on a needed walk. That's when he found you;

You were stood up top a mountain cliff near the Pop troll village, looking down with your majestic eyes and ears relaxed down by your side. Floyd stood by the village though hid in the shade of the plants nearby to watch. He didn't want to scare you off, especially since he's never seen anything quite like you. You seemed memorized by the lights of the Pop troll village, if not maybe a little intoxicated by them; like a moth to the flame. Floyd was memorized by your shiny coat, which he could barely see against the night sky and the bright colors of the village. You didn't seem to notice him at all as you laid down at that cliff, crossing your paws and laying your muzzle down on them. Floyd wasn't sure why but watching you watching the lights of the village calmed his nerves. Even though it was still a little nerve racking thinking that an animal so big knows were the village was; an animal who could possibly eat Trolls. Yet, that thought was quickly wavering out of his mind the more passive you seemed. @!; Floyd almost missed the show that night, Spruce had to go find him before JD blew a fuse. He was questioned like hell the few seconds before the show and then afterwards, yet he couldn't exactly tell his brothers that he saw an animal watching the village and that's what he was doing. They would be both over worried and a little relentless in scolding him for getting so close to something that could eat trolls. His absence of an answer, and his general dodging of the brothers questions (when that was so not like Floyd) led them all to assume that Floyd met a Troll that had caught his eye. Floyd tried to protest against this, yet was a little flustered at the fact that all his brothers seemed to jump on that conclusion train so quickly. So, that only solidified his brother's theories more and thus began the hunt. All his brothers kept an extra eye on Floyd, trying to see who the lucky Troll had been who caught there ever so sensitive brother's eyes. Despite all their "sneaky" tracking and slight stalking, they came up with nothing. Floyd was determined to let them not know what, or maybe who, he actually saw that night. So he didn't see you again until his brothers gave up on their little hunt and let Floyd to his own devices. Especially after he almost messed up a show due to nerves from not being able to go out on a walk without his brother's bombardment; JD wasn't happy. 3 months after first seeing you, Floyd was able to catch a glimpse of you again. Before a show, he looked out the window (not needing to go out on a walk that night) and saw your figure again in the distance on the same hill. You were relaxed again, laying down and looking intently towards the Village. In some weird sense, Floyd had a funny thought that you were here to listen to the concert; seeing as he didn't see you on any other night than concert nights. Yet, he shook that thought out of his head really quick, not thinking that you could like Brozone music. Not that it was because you weren't a Troll, but because he thought it was too loud for your ears; he's read somewhere that animal ears tended to be more sensitive than Troll ears. But then why would you be so close to the Village? The thought stuck in Floyd's mind all throughout the performance and when he checked if you were still at the cliff after the show, you were gone. He couldn't tell if it was because of the noise or because the show had ended; but he felt a little disheartened.

@!; Floyd would play this one-sided game of eye-spy for months before he spotted a night when you weren't you. He had began to make it a habit to leave you a little plate of food (well little for you) before every Brozone performance. His personal thank you for watching the show despite your (maybe) sensitives ears. He was going to go place the plate of food at the top of the cliff when he stopped midway through his hike to see a Troll standing at the top of the cliff. At least, it looked like a Troll? Yet they seemed taller, even more so when Floyd slowly approached closer. Your hair also was more abundant than other Trolls, even for adults. He was cautious as he approached you, keeping the plate of food close to him as he tried to scope out who you were before he interacted. Yet before he could figure out who you were, you snapped your head around to stare into the dead of night . . . directly at him. Floyd froze, not sure if you could see him or not and not wanting to find out. Though it was light you weren't even a Troll for a second, taking in a sniff before your hair stood up for a moment; prickling like a cat's hair standing up when frightened. Slowly you approached him with heavy footsteps, your height slowly growing in the moonlight as your shadow was drawn out. For a moment Floyd thought he was as good as dead. He didn't know what to do! Frazzled, he quickly shoved out the plate of food he had indented for his friend and not this stranger about to commit (possible) cannibalism. And that's when he heard your footsteps come to a stop and a heavy huff from someone's nose hit the top of his head, causing him to cautiously open one eye. And he felt like fainting as soon as he did that. Though he couldn't help opening both eyes in complete terror seeing a Troll tower over him in an unnatural height. Your eyes pierced down at him, their glow in the moonlight somehow familiar yet Floyd could not piece it together at this moment of panic. "Please don't eat me!" Floyd blurted out, the only thing between him and you being a plate of food. Yet you didn't answer, at least not right away. Your silence was as terrifying as your glare and staggering height. "I promise you I don't taste good!-" The words fell out before Floyd had even realized he had said them, watching with terror as you leant down. He wasn't sure what you were doing, but he hoped it wasn't serving your next meal's horror before deciding whether or not you should eat him. Yet there was something in your eyes that softened, a small smile that seemed to creep onto your lips. And for once after meeting you in this form, Floyd felt like he wasn't going to get mauled. Which was a good thing, a really good thing... For him at least. "So you're the one who's been leaving me food!" Your voice was not at all how he imagined it, as it seemed to carry some sort of friendliness he's not even heard from some Trolls. It was also a bit rougher, your English oddly unperfected for a Troll for the age Floyd guessed you were. "I-.. uh, what?" Though what did you mean Floyd was leaving you food? Maybe you were confusing him for someone else, or maybe you were eating the food he intended for his friend. Either way he tried to clear the confusion, "I'm sorry no, I don't think so. I've been leaving food here for.." "Yes, for me." You interrupted Floyd before he could finish, giving him a rather big grin. Yet, no matter how friendly you seemed, your words caused him to become that more confuddled. Even more so when you held out your hands flat, as though you were expected Floyd to just hand you the plate ... really incorrectly. He thought for a brief moment that you may be related to the animal that perches itself at the cliffside, though he didn't think too long on that possibility; as would it even be possible?

Either way, to save some trouble for now, Floyd carefully handed you the plate of food; watching as you held it from the bottom flat in your hands and grinned brighter before rushing off to the side of the cliff. He wasn't sure if he should follow you or not. "Come, friend! We eat to show!" You gestured for Floyd to follow as you sat at the iconic cliff he's seen the animal so many times. And despite his hesitation, and his logicality telling him not to, he deiced to join the Troll. I mean, what could be the harm? Floyd almost missed his performance that day. JD wasn't happy yet, oddly enough, something inside Floyd made him rather indifferent. Not uncaring, because he always cared about his brothers feelings and letting down JD was last on his list; yet, he didn't care as much as he should have. And that caught him by suprise. He wondered if it had to do something with you...

@!; The day the band broke up, Floyd went to seek you first. You two had grown close after the countless nights you spent upon the cliff, chatting and eating. Floyd just couldn't stand being able to leave without giving you a proper goodbye, you have been his closest friend outside his family after all. He found you lower on the cliff this day, still stalking in your animal form. Your ears were completely pinned back, and he was sure you had saw what had happened during that performance; it was the biggest disaster storm ever. "Hey! H-" Floyd didn't even have to call you twice before you perked up, snapping your attention over to him. He grew sheepish seeing your sudden smile, and he could only guess you had been utterly worried about him since the performance. Though he didn't expect you to be so worried you would bound towards him on all fours, causing him to yelp and quickly brace for impact. Yet, you never hit, and Floyd heard as you skidded yourself to a stop right in front of him and plopped down on your bottom. Letting out an excited yelp before licking him once, then twice. Causing him to laugh and try to push your snout away, a silent signal for you to turn back into a Troll. Which you didn't seem to get the hint for instantly, as you licked him thrice before standing up and twirling in a circle. Laughing, Floyd covered his eyes and let you turn back, opening them only when he heard your voice again; "Floyd! What in the hell happened out there?! One minute you guys were doing fine and it seemed like-" Your voice was as lovely as ever, and Floyd instantly felt a pang in his heart knowing he wouldn't be able to hear it as often anymore. His face became rather gloomy at that sudden realization he hadn't thought of before now. Maybe visiting you wasn't- no, he can't think like that! You deserved the truth as much as Branch did. He can't simply walk off and keep you sitting here, watching and wondering where he had gone for years on end. That wasn't right. "(y/n)!" Floyd jolted at the suddenness of his voice, and how firm it sounded. He didn't mean for his words to come out so harsh, though your ranting didn't do much to help his heart... or the decision he knew he had to make. Oh and your eyes, the way they shone in the moonlight. Floyd could see how startled he had made you, as he's never used such a voice with you; yet it had done the job and hushed you up, even for now. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you. I just-" Floyd's lip twitched as he thought for the easiest way to blow this to you. The easiest way to let you down after all the nights you had spent together. The easiest way for him to accept everything that was happening and everything he had to do and everything that needed to be done.. but oh poor Branch and poor you, neither of you deserved this- "Floyd.. it's okay." Floyd was brought back to his thoughts, snapped back with the feeling of your hands grabbing his and your voice echoing in his ears. He opened his seized eyes and glanced up at yours; you were leaning down again, and Floyd laughed through the tears he didn't realize were spilling down. "You're doing it again.." Floyd mumbled, his voice wobbly. Your hands raced to his cheeks, cupping them and undoubtably feeling the hot, wet tears streaming down as you began to clear them. Floyd dropped his hands to his sides, they felt all to heavy right now. "No you're doing it again." Your voice was uncharacteristically steady, none if it's usual fluctuating like a dog excited to see it's owner. "You're overthinking and... and thinking of everyone else before you think about yourself! Floyd, whatever you're going to say to me, whatever you're keeping in that mind of yourself, you're going to tell me now, okay? And you're going to tell me and you're not going to worry about how I feel and you're going to be firm on your decision... because you're strong and we're friends and I won't be mad with you no matter what you tell me."

@!; That night, Floyd knew, for sure, that he was in love with you. And that made telling you all that harder as his heart yelled at his brain to stay, but his brain knew that they couldn't go back on their choice. He had to leave, even if for a week or month or year. He knew he needed space from the Village and everyone inside.. but not you and Branch. Defiantly not you. And oh the broken look in your eyes got him, but the way you tried to smile through it and agree that the space is what he needed made him fall even more in love. You were so strong, you kept to your word... Maybe Floyd could stay one more night. And he did, he cuddled up with you for his last night in the Village; you both watched the stars, all cozied up in your hair. And god, has Floyd never felt a Troll's' hair so soft. He almost couldn't pull himself out from it in the morning when you were still clinging onto him, trapping him with both your body and your hair. He felt tempted to doze back to sleep, yet knew he had to leave now (while he still had the will power) then wait before you woke up. He knew if he saw your broken look again, that look in your eyes that you could never hide, he couldn't bring himself to leave. So when you woke up in the morning, you found yourself alone; completely alone in a middle of your blanket made of your hair. Floyd had left before you had woke up and you would find yourself sulking in that position for longer than you would have thought.

@!; You didn't see Floyd again, yet you heard from him up till a few years into his exploration of the unknown; journeying to find himself in the chaotic world beyond the village. You didn't leave from the outskirts of the Pop village, as that's were you had figured out you could thrive the most without interacting with other Trolls or animals. So when Floyd's letters began to run dry, you knew it wasn't because he didn't know where to send it. No that's never been a problem before, especially with the bugs that were used to deliver the messages so they never went through Troll post. You had first thought that he had forgotten to write a letter that day and he would send you one tomorrow. He didn't. You then figured he was just somewhere where he couldn't right or get a bug to deliver the letter. But after a month of sitting and waiting anxiously, you figured that couldn't be the reason either. Floyd never stayed in a place for this long, and the letter he had sent you last made it sound like he was going to a place where he could continue to send letters. Another option came to mind, what if Floyd had just stopped sending letter because he just grew tired of you? He found someone else who captured his attention better than you did! Who could write in pretty cursive and spell words and speak correctly. Who could bake for him pies and cupcakes, who could sing and dance with him in the proper way that a Troll could. That was the first day you ever felt truly alone ever since Floyd left. Sure, you missed him dearly; Missed his smile and his caring ways and his company but never did you ever feel truly lonely. The type of lonely that made you upset and aggravated. The type of lonely that stung more than a throne in your paw, or a bee sting. The type of lonely that made you think back on all the memories you had with Floyd and made you think two different thoughts all at once: What was the point? Can I get those times back? It was torture. Two months of agonizing torture that ate you up inside with no remorse.

@!; Two months inside that horrible diamond prison, Floyd was finally free. Sure he had some white in his hair now, and felt fatigue come onto him easier when singing, but he was free; Free and with his brothers heading back to the Pop Troll village where Brozone (kind of reestablished) was going to chill for a minute before maybe going back their separate ways. "Oh my god, did we ever tell you that Floyd use to have a crush in the village when he was younger?!" JD turned around from the console of his caterpillar-like trailer, a snicker plastered right across his face. His comment instantly flipped the attention of everyone else, who had been lounging around the 'living space' of the trailer and chatting about nothing exciting. At least, nothing exciting to John Dory. "Oh! I almost forgot about that!" Bruce started as Branch looked between his brothers, noticing as Floyd let out a small groan and covered his face. "Oh not this gain..." Floyd mumbled, though not completely under his breath. "What?! JD you have to be joking right now!" Poppy jumped to a start, Viva seemed to be right beside her; jumping to her sister's side, placing her hands on Poppy's shoulders with such interest you would think JD had just brought up party plans. "Oh I'm so not joking." JD couldn't help but laugh, crossing his arms. "Floyd used to sneak off before the start of every show and see his little crush! It was so cute." And there was the teasing tone that Floyd could never forget. He hadn't hoped they didn't bring up this topic, but now he wished he had begged on his knees to anything above that his brothers had forgotten. "Oooh~ Floyd! Who was the lucky troll?" Viva questioned, mirroring her sister's excitement yet with a slight more mature feeling. "Well-" Floyd couldn't even begin before JD took over again. "We never got the chance to see them!" "Oh yeah, and we tried hard too. Stalked Floyd anytime he went out to see if we could find any sort of glimpse on who this Troll was. But we never found them." Clay informed, leaning back against the couch as an amused glint crossed his eyes; he glanced over to Floyd, who was still hiding his head. "Can we PLEASE change the topic?!" Floyd begged, but he guessed that his humiliation was much too entertaining to his brothers (mostly JD). "Nope! Never got the chance to see them. It was like- the biggest mystery in all of BroZone history." JD made this sound more ominous than it needed to be. More mysterious than a unclosed murder case that was more boggling than answerable. His serious tone didn't help it either. "Oh my god, Viva!-" Poppy turned to her sister, who held a knowing look. "To the clue board?" "To the clue board! Don't worry we'll find this troll." Poppy exploded like a star as Viva and her rushed over to the clue board that Branch had set up. They didn't waste time before they began to excitedly chat over possibly candidates and theories. Floyd felt more embarrassed than the day his brothers had started that whole mess, and he wasn't sure how that was even possible! Branch watched the two sisters for a moment before turning over to his brothers, thoroughly confused, "Wait... why did no one tell me this?!"

@!; Floyd wasn't sure how he would break this news to his brothers, but all he knew is that he needed to get to you first. He knew you just as you knew him, and he knew his disappearance would have a cause for concern... or maybe alarm or distress. Everything that Floyd didn't want you to feel when you thought about him because he should be your safe space and you had been his. "Guys! I'll be right back." Floyd shouted to his brothers when the caterpillar bus had came to a stop in front of the Pop village; And Floyd was sure he literally flew out the door with more force than necessary before he began to run down the village. "Bring them home for dinner!" Floyd could hear JD's sly remark before he was no longer in earshot of the van. Though he was sure he could hear something about "Kids growing up too fast" and some shared lighthearted laughter. Floyd couldn't care at the moment; not when all his brain buzzed about was finding you and making sure you were okay. What if you had gotten hurt during your time of no communication. What if you began to think that Floyd no longer cared for you or that something had happened to your or- Floyd's mind raced faster than he could keep up with and it felt like he was no longer racing against time yet against his own thoughts; not thinking about the fact that he had crossed the village in record time or that his brothers watched him rush straight into the woods by that cliff he had found a friend on and then love. That cliff where he had stargazed with you and shared thoughts he hadn't shared with anyone else. That cliff where you had showed him your way of life and let him closer than any other Troll had been with you. That cliff were everything happened in a secret silence that felt just right. That cliff were time seemed to stop. That cliff where he first found your eyes and saw your face last when he left. That cliff.. That cliff. That cliff!- Floyd was jolted away from the edge of the cliff, something he didn't realize he was just about to run off due to being lost in his emotion. A firm grip on the back of his pants had yanked him away, throwing him down onto the floor as now someone was between him and that cliff. "Are you crazy?! You were about to throw yourself off!-" Floyd didn't expect his baby brother's voice to shout at him and snap him out of his flurry of thoughts. He didn't expect Branch to be the one to stand there between him and the cliff. It was meant to be you. Not that he was meaning to throw himself off a cliff to find you, he would never put that type of trauma onto anyone or even think about such as thing. But you were meant to be here, meant to greet him on this cliff, meant to... where were you? Floyd didn't answer his brother as he scrambled onto his feet, numb from the running. He didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to care. He began to look around frantically, up and down the cliff, left and right. He rushed to some bushed and trees and tried looking more in depth as Branch stood there; never having seen his brother so disorientated and frazzled. "Floyd? Floyd!" Branch tried to get his brother's attention, "Floyd what are you looking for?" You. Where were you? Floyd didn't realize he didn't answer his brother; he had thought he had, but he didn't. He simply jumped off a rock and to the lower side of the cliff before he continued his search. Branch cautiously followed him, slowly lowering himself down from the rock and onto the ground. He watched Floyd look everywhere before Floyd jolted to a stop and stared in front of him. "(Y/N)!" It was a pained cry as Floyd rushed forward, pushing himself off of a tree to give himself a boost. "Floyd!" Branch yelled, following his brother in a panic. "Floyd you can't run into the forest around the village they're dangerous! Flo-" And Branch paused seeing who his brother approached. "Floyd!"

Floyd had no hesitation rushing over to an enormous beast that laid in the middle of a field, soaking in the sun. The beast had clear patches of its fur bitten off, and Branch couldn't tell whether it was self inflicted due to nerves or if it was from a fight. It perked its ears, then its head as it heard Floyd' shouting. It scanned the field and Branch felt himself rushing over to his brother. "FLOYD!" Branch's yell fell short as he saw the beast jump to its paws and rush over to his brother. Branch felt adrenaline rush through his body as he was sure he was about to watch his brother get eaten by a rapid animal. And Branch wasn't in range to catch the beast's muzzle with his hair, and Branch was sure that Floyd wouldn't attack it for whatever reason, and- wait... what? Branch kicked up dirt as he skidded to a stop, watching at the beast popped into an unusually tall Troll who grabbed Floyd in bear hug before spinning the two around. Branch watched with so much bewilderment that he questioned what JD had put in the drink he had given him. He had to be seeing things. That beast didn't just transform into a troll, right? Branch let out an airy bit of laughter as he watched the taller Troll trip on their own legs, causing the two of them to crash down and laugh loudly. Laugh like long lost lovers or crushes who had just found each other again, some sort of star-crossed lovers situation you would only find in books. Branch let out a small huff before carefully walking over to Floyd and you on the floor, laughing like maniacs. "What happened to you?!" Floyd reached up to cup your cheeks, worry rushing to his eyes as he noticed the bits of your hair that were fried and clearly chewed off. "No! No what happened to you?!" Sure, maybe you should have answered Floyd's question before asking one but you were too worried! This man disappears off the face of the planet for 2 months with no explanation then comes back like nothing ever happened?! You wouldn't stand for it, nor would you sit or lay for it either. Your hands rushed up to his, cupping over his hands which were cupping your cheeks. "I asked the question question first!" Quipped Floyd with a cheeky, beaming grin. Oh, how you've missed that grin so much. You could just squish his cheeks and kiss him at this moment. "I'll tell you what happened to me when you explain what happened to you." "Dea-" "How about you both explain what is happening?" Branch cut in, standing nearby with crossed arms and an amused smile. Floyd shot his head up, you simply turned to the side, to see that smile and oh- Floyd for a moment thought Branch was about to use this for some sort of blackmail against their brothers. "Branch!" Floyd sat up with a startle, having forgotten his brother had been here... and that he kind of saved Floyd from running off a cliff earlier. "Who are you?" Floyd heard you ask from under him and he knew he had a lot of explaining to do in that moment. But hey, if all he had to do was introduce you to his family, and hope they would accept you for your differences, then he would do that. He would do that and more to be able to be next to you, in your arms and in your reach. He would do anything to be able to keep you close. And next time he left the village, Floyd was not leaving without you.

@!; BONUS SNIPIT

"Wait, so you're telling me you got captured by some evil green-haired people who put you into a glass bottle made of diamonds and the only way you escapes is because your family made the 'perfect family harmony'?" You asked Floyd with a childlike wonder and a mature skepticism. You both were laying in Floyd's bed, inside his bod, as crickets chirped outside a sweet melody of the night. Floyd knew it sounded unbelievable but, "I'm telling you, this story is 100 percent real." Floyd couldn't help but keep in his laughter at your expressive wide eyes. Taking advantaged of your bewilderment of the situation, Floyd attacked you by snuggling closer; wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, resting his head against your chest. He didn't have to look up at you to know you were cocking your eyebrow up in a questioning way, trying to think the logistics of the story over in your head. Yet you still wrapped your arms around Floyd's back, your hair stretching out to wrap the both of you in its fuzzy and cozy warmth. Floyd let out a deep sigh, you felt it against your chest; he missed these moments, and you did too. Moments that seemed to stand still, yet not in a boring way. In a way where Floyd got to soak up every second of being with you, and you got to soak up every second with him. Where you could feel like time was racing by, yet checked and it had only been a few minutes and you had more time to cuddle and just talk and be together than you had thought. Moments like these were the best feeling in the world. "I still don't believe you." You jokingly poke Floyd in the back, causing him to yelp and arch away from your pointy nail. You watched as he looked up at you with the most playfully challenging look; an eyebrow cocked upwards and his eyes glittering in the small light of the dimmed lamp. "Well it happened! I don't know what to tell you." He sassed back, rolling his eyes in a playful manner before he laid his head back against your chest. You tightened your arms around Floyd, which caused him to smile softly. No matter what happened, what had happened. Floyd was back now and neither of you were leaving each others side again; at least not now or in the near future unless it was forced.

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[flowwsblog]

You’re so warm—

a/n; I’m new to the community soo please don’t be too harsh on me 😭😭 (But I need the feedback anyways). Also this fic is going to be pretty long for my first, (it being in two parts lol) but enjoy!!

Timothee!Willy wonka x f!Reader

Summary: in which reader has trouble falling asleep and runs into a certain someone. What could happen?

Warnings: pure fluff 😊

You had been working at the ‘laundry covered prison’- as you and noodle had called it- for a couple years now.

You had gotten there same as everyone, looking for a cheepy place to stay in this economy; and failed to read the fine print. So there was obviously something suspicious going on.

Worse led to worse as Mrs. Scrubbit had enslaved you (which is how you saw it) and forced you to do laundry work. Along with all the other fellow workers/people trapped in the dusty basement.

You befriended each one of them as time went by, not having any other choice. But being the second youngest one there; noodle was the first one you immediately grew close too.

And one day while scrubbing some old laundry, you heard a yell. Well everyone did.

Everyone’s attention shot towards the clothing shute, where a lanky, frightened looking young man had been thrown down.

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Ever since that day, your life couldn’t have been more interesting. The man, whose name you learned was Willy Wonka, was the most amazing human you had ever met. He was a magician, chocolatier, and humungous dreamer. What better man to sweep you off your feet?

But welcoming a handsome new guest meant bunking with someone else. Mrs. Scrubbit did not want the fuss of fixing up a new bedroom, leading to Mr. Wonka inhabiting your old room.

You loved noodle, she was like a little sister to you, so you did not complain in the slightest to sharing a room with her.

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One night, you couldn’t sleep. You grabbed a thin blanket and wrapped it around your lightly trembling body. You made sure noodle was wrapped sorta-snug in the worn out bed before descending from the room.

Your thin loafers tapped the cold wooden floor lightly, wandering down the hall to the bathroom. As you walked by a certain door, your steps faltered, but soon continuing its journey to the wash room.

You and wonka has become close friends, similar to the friendship of yours and noodles, but being closer age wise made things different. You hadn’t talked to a boy your age since grade school, so having a male presence now made you exceedingly nervous.

Upon becoming comfortable with Willy, his presence had started to take a toll on you. Butterflies erupting when he would get particularly close. Or breath faltering when he would just, be in the room? You were confused. Maybe it was his shiny, chocolate colored curls or his full green eyes that lured you towards him. But whatever it was, you were hooked.

You closed the door and turned on the light, eyes squinting from the brightness; your handing coming up to shield them.

You turned on the sink and splashed water on your face. The water being cold not helping. You just wiped your face and turned off the light; heading out. This trip definitely helped.

As you opened the door you see another door opening. Expecting noodle’s small body to come out and ask why you left. Instead you get a taller, handsomer is that a word, man leaving his room. Rubbing his eyes softly.

You sigh, ‘What great timing!’, You think sarcastically to yourself. You carefully approach him and smile.

“Hi y/n” he hums with a sleepy smile. Which makes your stomach flutter. “What ya’ doin up so late?”

“Oh nothing, I can’t sleep. And you?” You turn to face him, studying his defined cheekbones and messy curls. Beautifully misplaced from sleep.

“Hm, I heard something and thought it was the little orange man coming to steal my chocolate again. But I’m glad it was you.” Your face grew 10 shades of pink at the comment. God, if he knew how he made you feel you would be in such trouble, or worse, jail. You’re glad it was dark or else he would’ve seen your embarrassing reaction. You smiled nonetheless. “Thank you Mr. Wonka”

He smiled at the name, knowing he prefers being called Willy.

“Well I’m gonna get going to my room, it’s cold out here.” You let out a half hearted chuckle and turned to leave, wanting him to stop you so badly. “Good night wil-“

He grabbed your arm gently, as if he was broken from a trance. “Wait y/n.”

You turned your head, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “Yes?”

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a/n; that’s part 1 guys 🙏🏼🙏🏼

I already have an idea in which part 2 will be posted so stay tuned! It’ll be soon :) 👐 thank you for reading!! Don’t forget to leave notes💞

[stealeroflemons]

eah thing but make it FASHION aka met gala themed but I'm sunburnt and only half awake right now #30 (PART I)

SURPRISE! I'm alive and well. Mostly. I'm getting ready to leave for university so I am tireeeeed. Anyways. I know there was a lot of controversy around the met gala and that I'm extremely late in doing this, but I do want to make this post to still add some ever after high fun and to also have some fashion fun with the help of Pinterest. The theme is (with great consideration of your suggestions and of my own deliberation) "Hans Christian Dior: A Spellelebration of Fable-ous Fashion"

This mainly came from research on past met gala themed and how quite a few of them are themes after specific fashion houses or designers AND from the Thronecoming special (which is PEAK fashion in the series besides Way Too Wonderland and Spring Unsprung) where Cedar calls out Duchess for wearing a fake Hans Christian Dior dress! (note, I am trying to mainly use Christian Dior gowns/outfits for this because of the reference in Thronecoming also sorry for the blurriness)

Briar is THAT GIRL. She is flushed in hot pink looking gorgeous with about every inch of her glittering with body shimmer, glitter hairspray, and shiny shiny jewels. I like to think that instead of the gold detailing in the pictures it would be silver and that the closer embellishments would be rose detailing to honor her usual aesthetic and legacy

Faybelle is serving every bit of whimsy and darkness. Her accessories and the layers of her dress and even her hair seem to be alive with lightning crackling around. Her wings are extra pretty and equally terrifying with silver thorn adornments that are magically light enough to not weigh her down

Ashlynn's look was partially inspired by Lady Tremaine's silhouettes in the lie action Cinderella while still maintaining the color palette of her usual outfits. Her look combines the beauty of the enchanted forest and foliage and the classy, fine china patterns you'd see in a royal palace. She is absolutely radiant and of course while walking up the steps of the Met, she loses a slipper ;)

Duchess has taken a slightly different approach to her usual fluffy-tulle outfits and gone for more of a paper swan look. The sharp angles provide a dangerous look to her, contrasting the soft purple accents and the feather headpieces she wears. She seems to float on air and she walks through the crowds of people in her gown, a true picture of elegance and grace with a touch of darkness to her

The one and only Apple White is DRAMATIC. HUGE HAIR. BOLD RED MAKEUP. EXTREME DRESS SILHOUETTE. THE MOST ROYAL JEWELRY YOU CAN FIND. She looks like something out of an editorial magazine on royalty. This entire look is a more elevated look of her daily wear, and she wears it with grace and sophistication

Darling looks so DARLING! I do think the gold on the dress would be swapped out for silver and that the pearls would be more pink-y toned so it would match the jewels in your basic outfit (same with other accessories). She's sticking with the sort of rococo hair that she usually has because it's iconic let's be honest. I was debating on giving her a more armored look but for this I wanted to embrace her softer and delicate look

Rosabella looks like a French aristocrat from an old Hollywood movie in my mind for an event like this. Nevertheless any fur details are faux, after all our girl is still an animal activist (slay queen). I think the dusty gold-brown tone of the dress with the deep red accents and jewelry pays a nice homage to not only her day to day look but to Belle's iconic yellow dress. I also feel like her and Briar would contrast well because Briar is very bright and vibrant in her look and Rosabella is more muted and understated which I like a lot

anways I'll make a part 2 eventually, I have all the collages made I just need to create a post and write descriptions. But for now I'm gonna go back to packing and planning for uni and I'll get back to y'all when I can (and hopefully my fanfictions, who now haunt me in my dreams)

[harrystylesfan2686]

Revenge

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Summary: When your ex destroys your most precious thing what do you do? Cry? Of course but not before taking revenge.

A/N: First Eris fic!!🥳 Reader is Rhysand's sister. I think I went a little overboard... oh well🤷‍♀️

Masterlist

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What The Fuck?

I gasp the second I walk into my library, noticing the gaps in the shelves. My library shelves never have space. The whole room is filled with my most precious obsession.

My books.

Where the hell are my books?

When I walk deeper into the room, I notice a big box in the middle. The rectangular box is gift wrapped with a red shiny wrap, held together by a orange bow on top.

On closer observation, I see an envelope tucked under the ribbon. I take it out and open it, seeing only two sentences scribbled in perfectly fine handwriting, a handwriting I know by heart. Eris.

Seems like we are at war now, sweetheart. How do you like my gift?

My eyebrows furrow. I put down the note and envelope, and open the bow, tearing the gift wrap, I lift the lid.

I freeze upon seeing ash.

The box is filled with ash. Grey mixing with black, creating a rather beautiful image. Except it isn't admirable. When I touch the ash mixed with small pieces of paper that hasn't fully burned. My books.

He burned my books.

I intake a sharp breath, my vision blurs as tears fill my eyes but I don't let them fall. Some people might say I'm overreacting, but I'm not. My books are everything to me. I love them. I treat them better then I treat myself.

And He burned My Books.

That piece of shit.

He knew how much I love them. I've talked to him thousands of time about my books, expressing my feelings about them. I don't even let anyone so much as, touch my books. But I let him. I trusted him.

I loved him. We broke up because his father attacked us. Barron ordered a few Autum Court soldiers to parad down at the Court of Nightmares and kill innocent people, not that the people living there are innocent in anyway, but by attacking a part of Night Court, he declared War.

I gave him a choice, choose between me and his father. I was stupid enough to hope he would choose me. Of course it would be his father. Even though he hates his father to guts, he would still need him to make him high lord. And being The High Lord of Autum Court meant more to him than anything else, including me.

So now we are at War. Two courts fighting against each other. What could go wrong, eh? Apparently everything.

None of the other courts want to help any of us. They don't want unnecessary violence, which is alright, considering Night Court is much stronger than Autum Court. Barron is a fool to think he can win. And now, Eris is too, as it seems.

I blink my eyes clear of tears and stand up. I count the empty shelves where there once were books, trying to see how many I lost. Sixty–Five. He destroyed sixty–five of my most loved books.

Rage burns in my veins. Hurt overcome by anger. The need to burn him in exchange fills my entire body. But I calm myself before I do something idiotic. I take deep breaths trying to plan what I'm going to do in return. I get out of the room, taking careful steps as I go.

You want to play? Fine. Let's play.

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I twist my hand, snapping the necks of the two guards standing in front of the entrance. I slam open the doors without touching them, barreling down the halls of Autum Court Palace.

This is too easy.

Killing every guard that comes in my way, I go to the main hall. I almost feel bad for the people loosing their life over something their stupid prince did, but my mind is seeing and feeling nothing but red.

When I first described my plan to Rhysand, he was hesitant to let me leave, but realizing that we would be at advantage in this fight by the end of it, he gave me permission.

Now here I am. Walking through enemy land, like a I own it. Removing every obstacle that comes between me and my destination.

I push the doors to the throne room open, and scoff at the few high fea trying to keep me out by their so called magic. I raise an eyebrow and stand their for a few minutes, giving them a chance to stop me. I smirk at their pathetic attempts of imprison me.

I am most powerful here, and they know it.

I raise my hands and twist my wrists, snapping a dozen necks in one motion. I walk father into the room rolling my eyes at the laying bodies. Such a mess.

I take a look around the room. The red carpet running in a straight line from the door to the throne. The levels containing seats for every nobal in Barron's circle. And finally the throne Eris so badly wants to sit at.

Coloured with different shades of red, orange and yellow mixing together. Backrest shaped like fire, built so tall I have to crane my neck to see the top. It's beautiful, I'm not going to lie. Almost makes me feel bad for what I'm about to do.

I turn back around, walking out the same way I walked in. Passing the fallen bodies, I snap my fingers once. Heat explods behind me as I walk out of the door. When I turn to look at the damage I'm doing, I smile.

Fire is lined up from the throne, quickly catching and burning everything in it's way. I smile brighter when I slam the doors shut and drop a small note on the ground near them. He burned my books so I'm burning to only thing he holds most dear in this entire world.

It seems we are. Hope you like my gift.

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[alfiely-art]

FINISHED ACT 2!!!! I promise I'm taking my time

Act 1 live reaction here

Here are notes I took while reading!!!

Hi vagabond fella… you're cute

Huh. So the world ended. Okay

Happy birthday john, you fucked up!!!! My god!!!!

Oh interesting… wonder if the kernel will come back later

I like this sprite lmaoooo silly guy

“It's a long way down” Hey. Hey wait a sec. Isn't that deltarune

HEY THE BUNNY WHERE DID IT GO

Bro Rose probably thinks you're dead lmfaooooo

House trapped. LIKE THE TITLE HOMESTUCK DO U GET IT

Am I supposed to ignore the Stop Scurrying button btw. He will scurry to my hearts content

HEY WHERES DAD.

“Would you like to play a game?” C…caliborn….? :3

We scurried until we couldn't scurry anymore

Aw he's scared :( WALK ACROSS IT ur fine…

A voice?? Is it the blue text. The sprite

OMG ITS THE VAGABOND!!!!

Sorry rose I'm not reading allat

So wait. Did the game cause the meteors or is it just saving people from them. Why was there no warning

Betty crocker is born /j

Nvm sprite said No <3

NOT NANNAS ASHESSSSS LMAOOOO

“Hoo-hoo-hoo” HEY I SAW CALIBORN GIGGLE LIKE THAT IN A FIC. I know the Striders have more to do with Caliborn but let me reach

OH its the sprite

Dave. Honey. Nows not the time for your rap

Which admittedly has fun rhymes

AW FLUCK IT

Dave what are you yapping about

THE FUCKIHG CAR OH MY GOD

DAVE OH MY GOD HOW ARE YOU STILL GOING

Fluthlu… I love you

I'm not even gonna try to spell that but I like the other squid octopus creature as well

Oglogoth… goth !!!!

Hey wait. The horror terrors are part of sburb. Is the game influenced by their lives and interests. Like. Deltarune

OH PSYCHE!!! hi Dave

Sword!!!!!!

Wow your room is really mHEY I KNOW THOSE GUYS. THATS THE FELT GUYS. SQUAREWAVE AND RHE OTHER ROBOT. I KNOW THOSE ONES!!!!! OHHHHHH

Bleat like a goat and piss on your turntable

Oh Dave. Oh Dave

Hey wait is this earlier in the day.

Okay this is definitely earlier in the day

Aw. He doesn't wanna make satire of the sburb review

FUCK IM FALLING DOWN ALL THESE STAIRS……

Is that. John's hand???? what the fuck is happening in midnight crew

Flagrant Homosexuality

YOU CANT BE SAYING THAT WHITE BABY (I was told that they use slurs, slur count 2!!!!)

Her life depends on you playing that game Dave

Ewwww what's the shit under the door

It's okay Dave piss probably isn't that bad. It's also probably Apple juice You're fine

HE GOT PISS/JUICE ON HIS TURNTABLES NOOOOOO

. They're gonna fly out the window

OH MY GOD BIRD NO

Wait. Davesprite is a bird with a sword in him. Omg is that bird the beginning of Davesprite omg!!!!

Wizard

Rose and her mom are fucking weird

MOM!!!!!

Hardcore parkour

Jade be telling the future…. Why can she do that

LIL CAL MENTION

NARRATOR YOU CANT BE SAYING THAT (slur count: 3)

Ironic Indulgence

Btw. Are you able to. Win the strifes. I'm so confused

“Fine, you'll interrupt your reading and turn around, but you don't see what could possibly be so oh my god it's a monster.” Hi this is absolute gold this is how I type

John died :(

Yay he's alive!!!

YOOOOO SICKKKK AFFFFF MOVE

John is such a nerd I love him

JASPERS NOOO

Hi Nanna harlequin sprite

Dave is very suddenly creeped out by the puppets, okay. Don't diss Lil cal bro

Baked good hater for Life!!! Also I am just like John I have absolutely no idea what Nannasprite was talking about. We r along for the ride

HUMAN ETIQUETTE WOOOO I NEED THAY BOOK

Jade why do you know all this stuff

Haha Dave's an emoji

IS THAT A DRIPPED OUT SLAPPY

HI CAL HI BABYGIRL !!!! I like Cal he's the man

Sweet Bro n Hella Jeff is. I

Cals eyes are so shiny

HAHAHAHAH JOHN MADE A SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF REFERENCE. I can't

U and me both Rose. We Are giggling

John died again

What the fuck is happening at Dave's house

ROSE RAP ROSE RAP

WHSJSHSJSH THE LITTLE IMP????

What the fuck is happening

I WANT TO PLAY A GAME is this a caliborn reference. Anyway uhhh Bro is kinda weird what's going on with him

Why does he have a camera in the saw guy figurine. Bro. What's uh up with you

BRO REALLY IS A NINJA…. Whys he jusy moving Cal around

Dave. I know you said your Bro is awesome but I think he's just really weird. He's silly

I do think it's interesting. John doesn't like his dad even though his dad is great (worst thing is he ignores that his kid doesn't like betty crocker goods). Rose hates her mom, but.. for like, the wrong reasons?? Like yeah her mom’s an alcoholic and seems neglectful but she doesn't seem to do the Irony shit Rose says she does. And then Dave seems to think Bro is the absolute best even though. This is not a great situation. I wonder what Jade's family is like

Also John and Rose avoid their parents but Dave's Bro seems to avoid Dave. interesting

Anyway POOR DAVE HE GOT SMOOSHED

Hey that letter is the same as the one in the trans dirk comic I saw :0

NOOO I WANTED TO SEE BRO

Yoooo John that's a cool weapon actually

That's a big boy right there what a big boy

ROSE THE FIRE ITS AT UR WINDOW

YO WAS THAT SILHOUETTE JADE?!?!?! JADE YAAA

Big boy!!!!!!

HEY I WAS INVESTED IN SEEING JOHN FIGHT. Oh at least we can see Bro. Wait how's Rose

??? JADE???

OOP NOPE. VAGABOND

What the fuck is happening I

vagabond is so silly I like him

Hey guys I think a king hurt vagabond. Just a guess. Probably reaching idk /j

VAGABOND PISS SCENE ?!?!?! YIPPEE!!!

Oh nvm. Btw can we get this guy a burger

HES SO HAPPY OVER THE. idk what that is DANGANRONPA BLOOD IN A CAN!!!!!!

HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE ON THESE SCREENS BTW. Wait I'm shouting so much. But what the fuck. Dave has his sprite??? Yay???? I thought he was gonna fight Bro??? What happened to Lil Cal???

Hey isn't that Jade's symbol on the pumpkin

Yooo that's such a cool cutscene actuHUH HOW IS IT THE END OF THE ACT AGAIN

The frick….

Anyway. Thoughts: I like Vagabond. Jade is mysterious. Dave gay. Bro creepy. Someone pls save Rose. John you gotta put your big boy pants on and fight those ogres. Good act!!! idk why people say the pre-trolls stuff is boring I'm enjoying myself

[somuchbetterthanthat]

A little Gwen&Alice with heaavy alice/sam, because I needed to write something after that last ep and tumblr ficlets are less intimidating than full fics.

In hindsight, hiding in the loo is dumb. Sam's making her dumb, which is aggravating and bothersome and does not horribly ache like it used to, before, in those last few weeks they'd stayed together in the same flat while Sam prepared his trip abroad. Alice's a Cool Girl. Cool girls don't hide in bathrooms because their best friend who just so happen to be their ex arrived to the office at the arm of another woman with the sparkly bubbly smile that screams I had such a good time this weekend Celia is awesome at sex.

Then again, Alice's pretty sure her Cool Girl's crown's been stolen the moment Celia walked in with those stupid donuts for the first time (and it is painful, in a way, that Celia is cool to hang around with; pretty and fun and chill and blessed with the same ability Sam has to be friendly with everyone she meets immediately).

Whatever; Alice's excellent at building new narratives and looking away to survive. She'll withstand having Sam back in her life and then feeling like she's loosing him all over again like a fucking champ -- but she has to admit, hiding in the loo was just not a good move, 'cause now she's got to not only deny her sad moody depressing feelings, but also the fact that Gwendolyn Bouchard is clearly weeping on the stall next to hers.

"Hey," she whispers, after three long minutes of wondering whether she wants to deal with this, then deciding it's the sort of night where she'd definitely rather think of someone else's problems than her own.

There's mouvement on her left, then a sharp exhale. "What?" hisses Gwen.

"Want to tell me what this is all about?" Alice asks, staring at the door.

"No," Gwen snaps. Then: "We're in a bathroom, Alice, for god's sake, do you have any sort of decorum--"

"Exactly!" Alice cuts her off. "We're in a bathroom. That's basically being in a confessional for us ladies, innit? Sure we're not drunk out of our heads at the club or whatever, but I think this qualifies all the same. Everything you'll say is sacred in here my dear. Any sin is between you, me, and those awful scratchy paper roll that we're always out of. Hope you've got an handkerchief ready, by the way."

It must strike a nerve, because Gwen stays silent for a good thirty seconds before she mutters: "Anyone could come in."

"Oh, please," Alice snorts. "We both know Lena's not human enough to have to use the loo and Celia's too busy getting lost into Sam's eyes, we're fine."

"Why do you say that?" Gwen asks, her tone suddenly more alert.

"...'Cause Celia is getting lost in Sam's eyes? I mean, I know you have your whole thing going on and you're wayy better than us now that you got that shiny promotion you wanted so much, but they've literally been building this whole sickening little office romance just in front of our noses for like, two months, surely you haven't missed that. Kinda surprised you haven't actually told them this was against regulations or whatever."

"No not Celia, I don't care about her, or whatever's going on with Sam (Lucky you, Alice thinks meanly, and has to bite her tongue very hard). I mean about Lena. Do you think she's --" Gwen stops, exhales shakily. "Now, that'd be ridiculous. Obviously. She's nothing like --"

Oh, Alice thinks. Oh, Gwendolyn. She wishes people would listen to her, when she says to look away. Sam and Gwen are similar that way, she notes. All too ready to dig themselves into messes that are much too big for them to take on.

"I was making a joke," she tells Gwen. "I do that, sometimes. Oh, not very often of course, you know me, all too serious for this sort of nonsense, but I have heard before that it can lighten the mood here and there--"

"God, you are unsufferable."

"Is that how you talk to your priest, Gwendolyn? Shame on you."

"I'm leaving now. This is all pointless, and we've got work to do anyway."

"Do we ever," Alice sighs.

"You've been here for like, twenty five minutes, by the way," Gwen adds. "If you want to keep pretending you're not the one mooning over Sam, you might want to come out soon."

[p4nishers]

i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.

like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.

meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.

and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.

it's truly like:

obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?

cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?

obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.

cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?

obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–

cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]

obi wan:

obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.

it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–

anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.

[archiveoftara]

Hi! Can I get a request? The reader is a freelance agent but she is friends with Lockwood and Co. If a case is dangerous or so, they call each other for backup just in case. One day, the Lockwood and Co and reader are in an old house and the person who owns the house, lied to them and told them that the house is stable but while on the second floor, the floor collapsed and the reader falls through and she goes unconscious. She wakes up in to the hospital and Lockwood is there. And rest can be up to you. Thanks.

White Lies

Hii. Sorry for the extreme delay. I was not in the right headspace. I'm sorry if the story is a bit cringe. I tried my best to finish it as fast as I could. Anyways, hope you like it!! Do let me know in the comments

Word count: 1125

"Are we at the right place?"

I stood in front of an old two storey house which reminds me of some Victorian period drama. I heard Lockwood say.

"83 downhill road? yes, we are."

Slowly I made my way into the house, keeping my wits together. One must stay alert when it comes to deal with a visitor, especially a nasty one. I close my eyes, tuning into the surroundings.

"So the owner said a visitor has been bothering them for a while. They didn't know it was haunted till they moved in." George explained.

"Heard anything, y/n?" Lockwood asked.

"Nothing, yet." I take a quick glance outside, golden lights slowly disappearing under the dark shadow. "We better find ourselves a ghost."

I knew Lockwood from the fencing classes. We were like two peas in a pod and during the training we promised each other to work together in an agency.

Sadly, circumstances led us to our separate ways. Until one rainy day, I found him standing at my threshold. From that day, we back each other up. Whenever he needs more help, he rings me up. The more, the merrier.

"How's the temperature George?" Lockwood's enquiry broke my train of thoughts.

"Normal."

"Let me look around" I took a step forward.

"Be careful" Lucy said.

"I'll go with you. We'll go upstairs meanwhile you guys look around here. Let's meet there after fifteen minutes." Lockwood points at the hall.

I kept my hand on the hilt of the sword, ready to strike the visitor at any moment. Lockwood was just a few steps behind me, looking for any ghoulish substance.

I raised my hand to stop him "I think I heard something...someone's walking..it knows we're here."I heard a sound of metal drawn, while I tightly grabbed my rapier.

A faint light started to build up in front of my eyes before I realise I fell on the ground.

Shit

"Are you alright?" Lockwood gives me a hand.

"I'm fine. It's getting strong."

Lockwood fights the visitor while I try to regain my position. I join him shortly.

With a final slash, I kept the visitor at bay. It disappeared. For now.

"We have to find the source quickly. It must be somewhere in here."

"GEORGE, LUCY. WE FOUND THE SOURCE."

Lockwood gave me a confused look.

"What? You don't really ask for help anyway." Before he could say anything, Lucy and George joins us.

"Where is it?" George pants.

"Somewhere in here. The man disappeared in one of those doors." I pointed at the furthest door.

Turns out, the room was a library. The visitor was an author who died in there and the source was his writing pen.

Luckily, Lucy secured the source just in time. It was already getting dawn. We all settled in the kitchen to have some tea.

My hand fell on my wrist when I found my bracelet was gone. It's my lucky bracelet.

"I have to go upstairs, I think I dropped my bracelet there." I didn't wait for anyone to respond and rush to look for it. Everyone knows how precious it was to me.

I stepped on the landing of second floor when I heard a crack. I didn't pay attention, might be some broken window or something. I found a shiny bracelet peeking through the carpet.

"Ah ha! There you are."

Suddenly, everything went black.

..................................................................................

Bright

Bright

Where am I?

My eyes hurt someone please turn off the light.

"Oh my god she's waking up."

"Someone call the doctor."

"Y/n?"

I look at the person who called my name.

"...where am I?"

"Are you alright?"

"Who are you?"

Lockwood's pov

"Who are you?"

She doesn't remember me... It felt like my whole world shattered in front of my eyes.

Y/n has been in coma for two months.  The owner of the house lied to us. The house was haunted AND unstable. I already sued him.

His mistake costed me almost losing y/n.

"We're your friends. I'm Lucy, that's George and Lockwood. Don't you remember us?" Lucy mumbled.

"Um..hehe..hahaha." she broke into a hearty laugh.

"You guys should have seen your faces. Oh god..Ouch my head hurts."

The audacity of this girl to get on my nerves even after waking up from a coma.

"Well looks like someone's doing fine after the accident." George snorted.

"What accident?"

"You fell-"

"You fell from the stairs." I gave a quick look to Lucy. She doesn't need to know.

"Oh.."

George and Lucy gave me a confused look but didn't say anything.

We took y/n to Portland Row first, she still needs rest and I want to take care of her (not because I'm head over heels for her), she lives alone and she needs people around her so she can recover faster.

Y/n was asleep in Lucy's room while the rest of us were in the kitchen.

"Why didn't you tell her?" George ask.

"And scare her? She doesn't need to know that a whole ass house fell on her and sent her to a coma for two months. She's already been through a lot, George. It will only cause her more pain."

I heard someone clear their throat, I looked up to find Y/n standing at the door. She had her signature poker face which is more terrifying than a ghost.

"Can I talk to you for a minute Lockwood? Alone?"

George gave me a light pat on my shoulder while Lucy gave a sympathetic smile. 

I gesture y/n to sit beside me. She took it, silently.

"How much did you hear?"

"Pretty much everything."

"I'm sorry."

"You should've told me. I'm not that same vulnerable kid you met in the academy, anymore. I can take care of myself."

"I almost lost you."

"But I'm here. I'm fine." She held my hand against her cheek. "see?"

I lean onto her warmth "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

"Stop blaming yourself. It must have been so hard for you too. I'm sorry for being reckless."

"Hey, it's my job to be reckless."

She chuckled at my response. I gently brush a strand of hair from her face. "I missed you."

She puts her forehead against mine, longingly looking at my eyes "I missed you too. Please don't lie to me again."

"I won't." I gently kiss her forehead. I pull her closer to me. I feel her leaning on my shoulder and going to the dreamland.

I will tell thousand white lies just to keep you safe, I'm sorry.

[astrowaffles]

aiming for your heart

general audiences | tomo-chan is a girl! au | for @fengqingaction

“I have something to tell you,” Feng Xin blurted out, coming to a stop.

Mu Qing stopped walking and turned around. “Is it important? I kind of have to get home-“

“I like you,” Feng Xin interrupted.

Mu Qing stared at her.

“No, I-I mean, I love you,” Feng Xin corrected, fiddling with her fingers.

Mu Qing stared harder, narrowing his eyes a little like he was trying to figure out what she was saying. Feng Xin allowed him to scrutinise her, hoping he could see her sincerity or something and praying he didn’t ask a stupid question like ‘why?’.

“Hmm,” said Mu Qing, which sounded an awful lot like the lead-up to a rejection. Feng Xin braced herself as Mu Qing opened his mouth-

“I love you too, bro. Where’d this come from? Are you dying?”

Oh.  He hadn’t understood at all. He hadn’t even considered that this might be a romantic confession, that Feng Xin might have romantic feelings for him, and now he was walking away and chattering about how he wished Feng Xin was dying so he got an excuse to dress up for the funeral, and Feng Xin never really got a chance to explain herself.

She sighed. Well, Mu Qing wasn’t going anywhere, was he? There was always another chance. “Hey! Wait for me!!” she called, rushing to catch up.

Yeah. She could just try again tomorrow.

“THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!” Feng Xin yelled, slamming her head down onto her desk. “He’s such an idiot!”

“There, there,” Xie Lian soothed, stroking her hair. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it seems.”

“It’s hopeless!” Feng Xin complained, turning her head to the side so she wasn’t face planted into the wood of the table. “I don’t think he even knows I’m a girl!”

“He does,” Xie Lian said, though she didn’t sound very confident about it. “He can’t be that oblivious. Don’t worry, everything will work out.”

“When?!” Feng Xin wailed despairingly. “I’ve been trying for weeks!”

“Maybe he just needs a little push,” Xie Lian suggested. She stopped stroking Feng Xin’s hair in order to pull her phone out from her bag. “Should we google it?”

“No, it’s all stupid advice, I’ve tried.”

“Oh.” Xie Lian stowed her phone away and tried to think. “What’s something super girly that you could do to make him notice?”

“I dunno. I wear a skirt and I have long hair, what else does he need?”

“Don’t be stereotypical,” Xie Lian admonished. “Besides, your hair isn’t that long.”

Well, that was true. Feng Xin had an uneven and shaggy bob, which barely seemed like hair at all when compared with Xie Lian’s shiny, long, straight hair. Neither were her eyelashes anything to write home about compared with the luscious, jet-black ones Xie Lian’s girlfriend Hua Cheng had.

Feng Xin needed new friends. Ugly friends, if possible.

“Well, any suggestions?” she asked. Xie Lian pulled a face that was clearly meant to mean ‘yes, but I’m not sure if you can do it’.

“Just spit it out,” Feng Xin commanded.

“Well- have you tried being, um, a bit .. gentler?”

“What?! I’m very gentle! Just yesterday I rescued a frog from being run over!”

“That was after you’d punched Mu Qing for getting in the way,” Xie Lian reminded her. “Anyway, I didn’t mean literally. I meant- have you tried talking in a prettier way? You know, more feminine, more polite, something like that?”

Feng Xin considered it. “You mean, talk like you?”

“Ah-“ Xie Lian flushed. “No, not quite. But, maybe a little like me…”

“I suppose you’re in a relationship and I’m not, so it works,” Feng Xin reasoned.

“Possibly,” Xie Lian hedged. “We didn’t really have this problem, but…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s worth a try!” Feng Xin sat up just in time for the bell to ring. “I’ll try it as soon as I can!”

“Why are you talking like that?” Mu Qing asked.

“Talking in what way, my fine sir?” Feng Xin replied, trying to choose a sandwich.

“Like an idiot.”

Normally, Feng Xin would’ve punched him by this point, but in the name of being gentler she simply gritted her teeth and tried again.

“I am not speaking this way out of idiocy, my lord, but simply a desire to be more elegant,” she sniffed, grabbing the lunch she’d chosen.

“It’s not working,” Mu Qing told her. He was stood slightly over her, trying to choose food of his own; Feng Xin blushed a little and tried not to move so they wouldn’t bump legs. “Stop talking like a weirdo.”

At that, Feng Xin could almost feel a vein popping in her forehead. “I ask that you refrain from such-“

Mu Qing moved away, allowing Feng Xin to move too; this newfound freedom caused her to swing around too fast and almost fall into Mu Qing.

“My apologies,” she said, a little breathless.

“You sound stupid,” Mu Qing said, completely ruining the mood.

“You’re so annoying!” Feng Xin exclaimed, shoving him away.

“Hey! What did I do?!”

“You were a total moron!!”

Mu Qing looked genuinely offended at that, and reached out to shove Feng Xin back. “I didn’t do anything! All I did was say the honest truth-“

“You’re so insensitive!” Feng Xin whacked him over the head with the side of her hand.

“You’re a brute!” Mu Qing jabbed her in the side.

That annoyed Feng Xin; she drew back her fist to land him one right in the eye.

“Who’s next, please?” the cashier called.

Feng Xin scowled at Mu Qing’s pleased smirk, and moved to buy her food.

Feng Xin carried the despondency from her failed throughout the rest of the day, complaining to Xie Lian through her entire lunch break (after abandoning Mu Qing in the hallway, of course) and moping through the last lessons of the day. Even the weather seemed to agree with her, as clouds gathered in ominous black groups in the once-blue sky.

The last lesson of the day, English, ended with a rumble of thunder. A quick glance out the window proved Feng Xin’s ears correct: it was raining, hard. Thank god she’d brought her umbrella – but Xie Lian probably hadn’t.

“Maybe Hua Cheng will bring her one,” Feng Xin said hopefully, even though she knew the girls didn’t live in the same direction. Not that Hua Cheng would mind walking two ways; she loved to spend extra time with her girlfriend.

With that comforting thought, Feng Xin took her time walking to the lockers, allowing the rest of her class to rush past her and out the door as if leaving faster would make the rain any lighter. By the time she reached her locker and had changed her shoes, only a few students still lingered by the doorway; probably the ones who’d forgotten their umbrellas and were hoping the rain would ease up, Feng Xin thought.

A closer inspection revealed two of them to be Xie Lian and Mu Qing, deep in discussion about something. Feng Xin didn’t know they were that close: they’d all played together as kids, of course, but they’d never really done anything as a duo as far as she knew.

Mu Qing looked annoyed, or at least flustered. Xie Lian looked knowing and perhaps a little smug, as if she had finally managed to prove an idea she’d had for a long time.

“Hey guys!” Feng Xin chirped. “What’s going on?”

“He forgot his umbrella,” Xie Lian said before Mu Qing could say anything.

“Aren’t you here because you’ve forgotten yours, too?” Feng Xin asked her. “Do you want to share mine?”

“What are you doing?” Xie Lian whispered. “This is your chance to share an umbrella with him!”

“That’s gonna make us look like a couple!!” Feng Xin fretted.

“Isn’t that what you want?”

“Stop whispering,” Mu Qing demanded. “I’m fine walking home by myself, so you go with dianxia, Feng Xin.”

The childhood nickname made Xie Lian smile a little, but she insisted, “I’ve got one coming for me. You two go on ahead.”

Feng Xin attempted to use her puppy eyes, but Xie Lian’s immunity once again came in useful as she shook her head with a slightly devious grin. “Go on, Xin’er. Look, here’s San Lang now!”

It was true. Hua Cheng was making her way down the rows of lockers, accompanied by the telltale jingling of her jewellery.

Feng Xin winced. She didn’t particularly enjoy Hua Cheng’s company and preferred to leave the two lovebirds alone, but she equally didn’t want to be left alone with her own crush.

“Go on,” Xie Lian repeated, giving her friend a little push. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Well, if you’re sure….” Feng Xin edged over to Mu Qing. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” said Mu Qing, not looking at all ready. “Let’s go already.”

“Alright, alright, don’t be so impatient.” Feng Xin opened the umbrella and stepped out into the rain. “We’re going.”

Xie Lian waved them away just as Hua Cheng arrived at the door, immediately throwing an arm over her shoulder to drag her into a side hug. Xie Lian laughed and allowed herself to be fussed over.

“Disgusting,” Mu Qing commented.

“Huh?! Don’t tell me you’re homophobic!”

“What? No!”

“Then what’s disgusting about it?”

“The PDA,” Mu Qing said, with a slight shudder. “They’re all over each other.”

“I think it’s nice,” Feng Xin defended, leaving out the it would be nicer if it was us instead.

“I guess if you like that kind of thing,” Mu Qing shrugged.

“Okay emo,” Feng Xin teased, and cleared her throat to begin her Mu Qing impression. “’I’m so sad and my soul is so dark. I relate to wilted roses and I love ‘My Chemical Romance’. My favourite song is-‘”

“Shut up,” Mu Qing snapped, but his eyes were laughing. “Hey- aren’t you gonna get under here?”

“What are you on about?”

Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “Your shoulder’s getting wet.”

Feng Xin looked across, and sure enough, her shoulder was outside of the umbrella’s range, and soaked through. She looked at the gap between her and Mu Qing; it was sizeable, but not big enough that she was willing to close any of it. It was already so uncomfortable walking alongside him like this, when normally they’d have the entire pavement to spread out over. She could smell his cologne.

It smelt good.

“Come here,” Mu Qing said, taking hold of her elbow and pulling her in. Feng Xin squeaked as she was hauled in towards her crush. "It’s your umbrella, you know. You should be under it.”

“But you’re the guest,” Feng Xin argued, trying not to think about their shoulders, which were touching.

“What kind of guy would I be if I let a girl get soaked through while I sheltered under her umbrella?” Mu Qing returned.

“So you do know,” Feng Xin noted.

“Huh? Know what?”

“That I’m a girl.”

“Duh??”

Well, this was potentially worse than just not knowing at all. If Mu Qing didn’t know, then when he found out, Feng Xin would have another chance at confessing, she mused. Mu Qing jostled next to her as they walked in step; she tried not to notice as the amount of shoulder touching slowly increased. But if he’d known all along, ever since they were younger, maybe even since they’d met-

“On second thoughts, you can have the umbrella!” she wailed, overcome by the casual contact. She shoved the handle at Mu Qing and immediately set off running.

“Wha- hey! Come back!” Mu Qing called.

Feng Xin heard him set off after her. They’d trained karate together ever since they were little, and once upon a time, Feng Xin could be sure of beating him in every match. Now they were grown up and Mu Qing’s testosterone had kicked in, there was practically no way she could win in a test of physical strength.

Well, she still won the karate matches. Just not the fistfights.

Either way, Mu Qing ran faster than her if everything else was equal, and she really didn’t want him to catch up, even if he was still carrying the open umbrella and slipping a little on the wet pavement. She put on a burst of speed that drew a frustrated squawk from Mu Qing behind her.

“WHY ARE YOU SPRINTING?!” he screamed, umbrella flapping as he ran.

“JUST WALK NORMALLY!” she screamed back, not slowing. She couldn’t go back there, not back to the warm haven of Mu Qing’s scent and casual, almost unnoticed physical contact, walking side by side like they were- like they were dating or something.

“NO!” Mu Qing hollered, speeding up. Feng Xin started to panic; he was gaining on her.

Her legs were beginning to tire, tensed from trying to keep her grip on the slippery concrete and stressed from trying to keep ahead of someone she knew would catch up eventually. She skidded to a halt as best she could, hoping he wouldn’t notice and would just speed past.

To her dismay, he noticed, sliding to a stop next to her.

“What…was…that..about?” he forced out through wheezing gasps, hands on his knees.

“Nothing,” she shrugged.

Mu Qing held out the umbrella and she obediently took it from him, sheltering them both while still trying to maintain as much distance between them as she could.

“If it was nothing….don’t do it,” Mu Qing managed, finally straightening up.

Feng Xin blushed a little at his ruffled hair and uniform. It was rare to see him like this outside of the dojo. “Sorry,” she said, and half-meant it. “Let’s walk the rest of the way.”

Mu Qing opened his mouth, probably about to say something like ‘finally’ with his signature eye roll, when he stopped. A weird sound came from the back of his throat, like he was trying to speak but couldn’t.

“Are you okay? You’re looking a little red-“

Without warning, he took off at a sprint.

“HEY!” Feng Xin yelled, about to run after him. As she turned to set off, she caught herself in the reflection of someone’s window. Soaked through, hair bedraggled, skirt sticking pathetically to her thighs, and- oh. Shirt gone practically transparent with water.

In her mind’s eye, the moment replayed: tips of Mu Qing’s ears violently red and his cheeks following suit, eyes trained intensely on her eyebrows, hands clamped tightly together.

“Hm,” she pondered, evil grin forming unwittingly on her face. “If I can get a reaction like that out of him….”

…maybe she had a chance.

A03 | Exclusives | Tip Me | Commissions

[skzoologist]

word count: ~3.8k

warnings: there is a crime scene there described, mentions of past abuse

genre: angst, with a hint of crack

a/n: The last of the event's requests, done at last. This was requested by an irl friend, and since I know her very well, I made a few changes to it. Now it's focused on certain characters more and turned into angst, because we love that in this household. And my previously hidden fixation over DBH is newly lit and I only need to look at the word count to know I am absolutely fucked. But I love the world of that game too much, and look, police SKZ??? I cannot be the only one who loves the concept this much, I just know it 😔 No, police!Chan doesn't have a hold on me, what are you talking about- Anyway, Darling, hope you enjoy reading this, there's plenty of main course with a hint of fine wine there!

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

He was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. 

It was that simple.

He’d merely wanted to take a brief walk around the neighbourhood, to freshen up his mind and wind down from a stressful day of work. Nothing more, nothing less.

And yet, he somehow found himself crouched in front of a window at a house that wasn’t even his, mind you, and just bearing witness to a scene that made the breath still in his lungs. Not a single coherent thought passed through his mind, body operated purely by instinct as it stayed there, motionless, as if he himself had been turned into a statue.

The room he’d been peering into was bathed in vermillion, splashes of it everywhere: on the expensive furniture, the once shiny floorboards, even the glass he’d been peeking through. And amidst all that stood an android, his clothes pristine and untouched, looking as if he’d been put there from a completely different scenario. The light on his template was a calm blue, creating a serene light in the dimly lit crime scene.

Before he could even think about what to do next, the nearby android turned towards him, movement precise and calculated. Not a single hair was out of place on his head, expression as neutral and calm as it could be. Their eyes met, one a pair of deep cerulean, another a pair of darkness, wide and scared, pupils shrank down in utter fear and anxiety.

He knew he couldn’t run anymore, with how he’d been seen. It would only take the police to check that android's memories to see his face and pin all of this on him, while the real culprit would be left to run free and commit another crime with no shackles to restrict them.

Not a chance he would let that happen!

“Sir, don’t move and put your hands where I can see them.” - an unknown male’s voice called out to him, sending him nearly into a heart attack.

Shaking, but knowing he quite literally had no choice now if he wanted to stay alive, he slowly lifted his hand up above his head and turned around, the movements choppy and shaky. The sight in front of him made the blood freeze into his veins.

A police officer was standing there, pistol drawn and pointed right at him, the man’s presumed partner having his hands on his own holster, housing another gun, ready to be pointed at him as well. His eyes instantly glazed over, panic being the only fragile obstacle between his tears and the wide world.

Because those two weren’t simple officers, no. They were well-known for their amazing skills, tackling hard cases and solving them swiftly, as if they were mere child’s play to them. Captain Bahng and Officer Kim were highly praised and sought-after individuals in their fields, their Department quickly gaining fame and the trust of the people.

Which was why he prayed that they would believe him and how he had nothing to do with the dead body in this random house, even if there was only a slim chance of it ever happening.

“Sir, we’re going to need an ID and a clear explanation on what happened here.” - the senior officer said, his voice now much closer as he’d been inching towards the scared boy ever since. “I- I’m Han Jisung, I uh, I live down a few roads over there and please believe me when I say I don’t know what happened here. I was just taking a walk when I noticed the strange spots on this windowhereanddecidedtocheckandsawitwasbloodand–” - his words became a jumbled mess, his breath short and much too fast to be considered normal.

The officers noticed it too, how his eyes seemed unseeing, his whole body shaking and going into a panic attack. The captain quickly put his pistol away and approached Jisung swiftly, only after a quick glance at his partner, who nodded back and followed him closer, stopping a few metres away, hand still hovering over his open holster.

“Sir, I need you to listen to my voice and breathe with me. Take a deep breath in, then, breathe it out. In, out. Yes, like that! Breath in, then let it out.” - the captain instructed, a small smile dancing on his lips to appear at least a tiny bit friendlier.

Jisung followed along as best as he could, his body and mind retreating from the verge of an attack slowly, but surely. His breathing stabilised, only hitching in his throat every once in a while. Only small tremors could be seen running along his hands, the digits twitching occasionally.

“Good, you did good. I’m terribly sorry Sir, but we cannot let you go, given the circumstances. My partner here, Officer Kim, will keep an eye on you while I go in and investigate. I would be grateful if you would comply.”

While he was still a bit out of it, Jisung nodded his head so fast, it was a miracle his vertebrae were still intact. That small smile ever so slightly widened on the captain’s face before he glanced back at his partner and stood up, having been kneeling in front of Jisung this whole time. The other policeman once again curtly nodded, his eyes drifting down towards the scared boy and quietly prompting him to stand up. Jisung thankfully read the silent command and followed along, watching as Captain Bahng took his pistol out again and carefully opened the door.

The android was still standing there, the blue light of his LED spinning as it was processing new information, his eyes falling upon the new arrivals’ forms.

They felt strangely alive, causing a shiver to run up Jisung’s spine.

“Ah, you must be the android the caller mentioned before. Seungmin, can you question him while I take a look around?”

“Looking after a potential suspect wasn’t enough? You’re working me to death over here.” - the officer’s voice was light and teasing, drawing a sigh out of the older one.

Despite their playful banter, Seungmin did as he was told, calling over the android and asking it about everything, down to the tiniest of details. Jisung merely stood there in silence, mainly because he was still shaking in his boots, praying to any god out there that he would not land in jail.

All the while Chan’d been walking around the room, gloved fingers hovering around potential clues and traces. The body laid next to a table that stood there emptily, a shattered bowl and spilled food found nearby, a few of the latter’s pieces still sticking to the wall above and painting the beige surface a light brown. The puddle of blood around the body was spread wide, as if no blood was left in it anymore. Arches made with those same vermillion blotches could be seen around, staining the furniture and walls, as if the murder weapon was flung around after each stab in a morbidly graceful spectacle. Seemingly no injuries were on the body as it laid there, back facing the ceiling, forcing the policeman to leave it as it is, until the investigators came around and took photos of everything in their original state.

The house itself was big, having two stories with several rooms on each floor, all spacious and well furnished. The now dead owner must have been well-off, although that didn’t come as a surprise, the neighbourhood being closer to the heart of the city. But now as it stood there, empty, it only posed more problems, making the investigation harder with its endless potential hiding spots for easily missable vital clues.

It took the captain a good ten minutes to scan the first floor briefly, his eyes stopping at an opened magazine. Curiosity drove him forward, something in his gut telling him it was important. His fingers hovered over the marked page, the big letters in the middle confusing him, creating a slight furrow in his brows.

“Hey, Seungmin. What’s the android’s model?” “BI-800, why?” “Then where is the HS-900 model one?”

Seungmin hummed, also appalled by the situation. The two officers quietly discussed things, but Jisung saw.

The android’s light flashed in an ominous red, yet in the blink of an eye it was gone, only that usual, serene blue could be seen in its place. It made Jisung question his sanity, if he was so freaked out he was starting to hallucinate now.

“I’ll check the upper floor, stay here and watch the doors and these two. That android has to be here somewhere too, if the house owner actually bought one.” - Captain Bahng said, voice firm and turning serious.

And so the other three waited on the first floor in silence, the atmosphere so heavy, it was basically palpable. The air itself turned chilly, as if something was in the making, yet none of the humans knew about it. 

Officer Kim was already in his stance, ready to take action in a millisecond if needed, eyes sweeping over the place in a calculated manner. Jisung was just standing there, fidgeting with his hands, the skin around his nails on the verge of bleeding from the constant abuse. All the while the android just stood there, eyes fixated on the stairs, never once looking away.

As if he was waiting for something.

A few minutes later a quiet thud could be heard, barely registering in the humans’ ears. Both of them snapped their heads towards the stairs now as well, waiting for something, anything to happen.

Yet, Jisung felt the urge to look at the android who stood next to them again, as if it was an insatiable itch itself that had to be satiated.

The light on his temple was blood red, never changing its colour, no matter how long the human looked at it.

Not even a moment after this discovery did a male run down the stairs, so distressed he nearly tripped down the oak steps. Somehow he found his balance and successfully righted himself, just in time to land safely and for Seungmin to slam into him, pushing him down onto the ground. Chan wasn’t far behind, looking dishevelled and a bit out of breath, no doubt the unknown male’s doing.

That same male was writhing in the officer’s hold, trying his best to break free while shouting, begging to be released. But the small splotches of blood, both red and blue, begged to differ, putting him on the prime suspect’s pedestal, no matter how hard he cried and pleaded with the policemen.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, and Jisung somehow saw it all unfold with perfect detail, his body jerking backwards into faux safety.

The android disappeared from next to him, no, he ran there with calculated and efficient steps, a pistol drawn from one of the holsters sitting snugly in his hand, pointed right at the weapon’s rightful owner’s head. All movement ceased when a click could be heard, the gun merely the pull of a trigger away from firing.

No words were exchanged, yet the android’s demands were obvious. Their hold on the suspect lessened, allowing the male to scramble out and hide behind the robot, tall form now small and timid. His fingers were desperately clinging to that typical outfit all androids were forced to don, hold so tight his knuckles turned white. Tears were still endlessly flowing from his strikingly blue eyes, forming wet trails on flushed cheeks and long hair.

In a strange twist of fate, those strands were the exact same shade as the blood that could be seen smudged on his clothes and face, mixed with a few splotches of terrific blue.

The same blue that started spreading on the android’s white uniform, the puddle seemingly appearing out of nowhere and growing ever so slowly. Yet, he didn’t seem bothered by it, remaining in the same position and putting a comforting hand on the male clinging to him.

“Listen, I know it’s scary and you have every right to be scared, but if you lower the weapon, we can help you. Just–”

Chan’s voice was interrupted by a simple ‘No’, the word cold and firm. It left no room for discussion, planting fear in the policemen’s minds and locking their limbs into place. Nausea took its place in their guts, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment to rear its ugly head. 

He couldn’t lose his partner like this, Chan would rather take his own life with his own hands before that could ever happen.

Jisung didn’t know how he was still standing there, with dry pants no less, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of the scene playing out right in front of him. He watched it all with bated breaths, nearly lightheaded from the lack of air his unmoving lungs failed to provide him with. His eyes were starting to water as he forgot to even blink, his body unwilling to function and let him look away, to spare him from this horrid scene.

Just as the android’s finger was starting to pull the trigger, his hand suddenly dropped down, entire body turning limp. His supposed partner clung to him for dear life, holding his body up and breaking out in another wave of fresh tears, loud sobs leaving his lips now.

A noticeable puddle of blue liquid could be seen on the android’s clothes, staining the red-haired male’s hands and the floor beneath. The machine himself was turning unresponsive, now dull, dark blue eyes slowly being hidden behind long lashes and closing eyelids, the LED on his temple turning dim, as if life itself was bidding its quiet goodbye.

Loud wails and pleas could be heard, the broken male sobbing his heart out while holding onto the android as if he himself was his lifeline, his everything. The shutting down machine’s deep violet hair was stained with his own blood, the liquid inevitably getting there with every gentle stroke the strands got.

It was utterly heartbreaking to bear witness to.

“Tell him to go into emergency mode. Right now.” - Chan’s voice cut through the air, startling both Jisung and the mourning male.

When no answer greeted him back, the captain repeated himself, somehow even more serious and firm than before.

“If you do that, we might be able to save him. But he needs to save every power he has remaining, if you want him to live.” - he continued, a determined glint in his eyes.

The red-haired male curtly nodded, taking hold of the android’s face and asking him to go into emergency mode in a hushed whisper. In a matter of seconds the order was followed, only the dim light of his LED telling them he was still alive, merely resting.

“What-, what now?” - came the question from the still crying male, glistening eyes looking up at the officers.

It was ironic, how these law enforcers were his only hope now, when they were the exact ones who chased them there.

“We get into the car and go to our base. That’s the only place he can still be saved.” - Seungmin said while Chan was already out the door, starting up the car so they could leave faster.

Jisung watched them leave, the red-haired, tall male never letting go of the android he lifted with ease. The officer noticed it as well, his eyes widening for a split-second before righting his expression and motioning for Jisung to follow them as well.

“Wait, I’m going too?!” “Well we can’t exactly let you go after all you’ve seen. Don’t worry, no harm will come to you.”

The poor witness didn’t quite believe the policeman, sweat already gathering on his forehead once more as endless possibilities of what could happen to him ran through his head. Still, he silently followed the other two, glancing back to see Officer Kim follow them out of the house.

Once they were all in the car -the android still held in the crying male’s grip-, the car sped off as the siren was turned on and cars passed by, the speed limit having been broken long ago.

“It’s all my fault. He was just defending me, but that disgusting man hurt him in his last moments. Please don’t send him to the factory or the disposal site, I’m begging you.”

Chan glanced back at the sobbing man through the rearview mirror, eyebrows furrowing a bit more as he didn’t have a grasp on the full story just yet. He had his hunches, but those were just that: hunches. He needed evidence, and the words of a desperate person were a strong start.

“We won’t, just tell us what happened.” - his voice lost its harsh edge, trying to be as soothing as it could in the tense situation. “I–... I’m an android too, and that dead body belonged to our so-called owner.”

“That explains so much.” - Seungmin commented after the silence was growing too long, his voice soft and contemplating. “He bought us together, me and Bae hyung, loving how pretty we looked. He always flaunted us around, never letting me out of the house, saying how I was a decoration only he could see. So he only sent Hyung out, making him do every chore that was outside the house. And whenever Hyung left, he…” - the red-haired android gripped tightly onto his own thigh, expression pained and untameable anger swimming in those azure orbs of his.

Jisung couldn’t help but feel empathy, doe eyes watching closely with every drop of attention he could squeeze out of his tired body and mind.

“I was abused at every given moment, strange and unknown emotions forming within me along the way. And whenever Bae got back and we were left alone, he patched me up, even though he got no command for it. It left a foreign warmth inside my chest, something that only grew as time went by. He always looked out for me silently, even though he wasn’t even how he is now, not back then. It’s my fault he became like this, just like it’s my fault we’re in this mess. He always said ‘Hyunjin, you are too reckless’, but I never listened to him. And look where that got us.”

The deviant, now known as Hyunjin, let out a silent sigh, hugging the other machine closer to himself, as if it was even possible.

“Long story short, I supposedly messed the food up I made for dinner and got yelled at, harsh words and harsher slaps thrown my way. And before I even knew it, that man took a knife and lunged at me, but Bae hyung appeared in front of me and took the blow, taking that same knife and killing him. He told me to hide upstairs while he himself tried to hide every evidence of my existence in that house. Seems like he failed, but it’s a miracle in itself he hid so much in so little time, with that injury of his. And after all that, he cleaned himself and met you guys, or, well, saw you looking in through the window.” - Hyunjin said, the last sentence directed at Jisung as he turned towards the now surprised boy. “And how do you even know that??” “We only need a touch to transfer data and memories, didn’t you know?” - the android said, a somehow simultaneously sad and teasing smile dancing on his cherry red lips.

Jisung’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment, his eyes looking out the window as he heard the officers stifle a laugh -well, only one was trying to stifle it-. The police department where Captain Bahng and Officer Kim were stationed came into view, the building only a few streets away.

Yet when they’d reached it, they didn’t park at its designated parking lot, no. Instead they went to the underground one, the sudden darkness that was only illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights invading Jisung’s eyes. The words ‘Employees only’ were written in bold, big, red letters on a sign above, explaining why the quokka had never seen this place before.

Parking took only a minute at best, the car being haphazardly stopped right in front of the elevator doors. Everyone hurried out of the vehicle, Chan already at the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.

Once inside, the captain pressed a finger to a specific spot on the panel and pressed one of the newly appeared buttons. The doors closed and down the elevator went, confusing the poor pedestrian who was accidentally swept into all of this.

It took a minute or two for the ride to stop, but once the doors were open, Jisung’s breath caught in his throat once again. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t just choked to death already, but he wasn’t about to complain.

There was an entire underground base underneath the seemingly average police station, fully kitted out with the best of the best technology and equipment. It felt as if he was in a movie somehow, seeing how secret agents of the government worked in the shadows, making a part of him deep inside giddy with excitement.

The few people who were there had already been looking at their leader, waiting for instructions patiently.

“Felix, I need you at the med bay ASAP. Minho, you go ahead and keep an eye on this witness. Changbin, go and get the spare parts ready and transport them to the med bay. Jeongin, start working on covering our tracks.” - the commands were swiftly given out, each and every member already moving before their orders were fully finished.

All Jisung could do was silently watch as everything happened around him, the androids whisked away and out of his sight. He hoped the injured one would survive, his heart felt for both of them. But he couldn’t say anything, too stunned from everything around him and where he was, the nerd inside him now freaking out fully and freely.

“Are these the drugs kicking in, or am I dreaming right now? I can't believe I'm in a secret base of all places, wow.” - he couldn’t help but mutter out, still not believing what had happened to him in the last few hours. “What drugs?” - came the sly voice beside him, causing him to physically jump in place, a hand placed over his frantic heart. “Fucking shit, don’t do that dude, I nearly died from a heart attack!” “Then you shouldn’t joke about drugs in the presence of police, idiot.”

Jisung’s skin burned as he looked away from the laughing male, the floor suddenly becoming much more interesting.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @devirnis @rewritetheending and @wildlife4life for wip Wednesday. Well. I have opened another google doc but my idea for the story became what if it’s about this stern little lesbian getting a masc nickname and having a bit of a gender crisis while also dealing with the death of her father who she had a complicated relationship with And Also Buck Is There which I’m not sure would actually be interesting to anyone but me ahshshshs so this one will go on the back burner at least until I get more work done on other stuff. Here’s the opening scene though!

The station is clean. Not just free of dirt, mess, clutter, but the lines of it, stretching above her up into a loft who’s wooden roof provides a warm counterweight to the glass of the locker room, the stairs. It’s the first thing Beth notices, because back home the station had been, more or less, a big concrete room full of shit. The second thing is that they have more trucks, three shiny engines and an ambulance, which are all clean, too, no familiar and ever present layer of dust. The third thing is a very tall man standing at the top of the stairs grinning so wide at her it’s clearly visible even from where she’s lingering by the big bay doors. She takes a deep breath and heads forward, the man practically skipping every other step to meet her halfway.

He’s, somehow, taller up close, and the grin is wider. He’s in his 40s or 50s, maybe? She’s never been particularly good at guessing specific ages outside of very young and very old. His hair has a lot of gray in it, anyway, and she thinks when he stops smiling the crows feet will probably remain. There’s a red splotchy something she thinks is a birthmark hovering around his eyebrow but she doesn’t have time to really look at it because he’s talking immediately.

“Hi! I’m Captain Diaz! You must be our new probationary firefighter?”

She thinks he must know the answer to the question, he was the one waiting for her, and he must have seen her photo during the recruiting process. “Yes, sir. Elizabeth Mason.” He must know her name, too, but he’s holding a hand out in a way that invites introduction. She shakes it, and he has the same calluses as her father. “Graduated last week.”

“Congratulations,” he says, grin dimming into something so genuine it takes her off guard. “You had a few captains clamoring for you, glad you settled here with us.”

“Seemed like a good place to be.” She feels a little guilty at how pleased he looks, because the decision had actually been made around one in the morning in a mildly buzzed hat draw, one of her roommates scribbling station numbers on ribbed off beer labels for her to blindly root through.

“No better place on earth,” he says, and clearly means it. “Let me show you around.” He heads towards the stairs, and she follows a step behind. “And you don’t have to call me sir, Cap is fine, or Buck.”

“Call him Cap,” a firefighter passing them in the other direction says with a fond eye roll. He looks at Beth, jerks his head towards Buck. “He has a problem with authority.”

“Doesn’t that… usually go in the other direction? Problem with, not problem with having.”

Captain Diaz- Buck- makes a face at the other man. “Well. I’m very talented. I can do both.”

She just barely chokes down a laugh, but Buck seems to catch it, a glint in his eye. “Come on, don’t pay attention to any of my terrible subordinates, kitchen’s this way.”

The other firefighter laughs his way down the stairs, and they finish climbing their way up. There’s a few other people lingering around, anyone otherwise unoccupied giving them a friendly wave. Buck moves around the kitchen like a man in his own home, walking backwards and open cabinets without even needing to look, pointing out where they keep communal food and where people stash their own stuff, and then where people stash their own stuff if they really don’t want anyone else to take it.

“So, Elizabeth Mason,” he says as they look into the fridge and she nods like she has a lot of thoughts on coffee creamers and salads. “Got any nicknames? Or you want the full thing every time?”

She blinks at him. “Uh, no- Beth is fine. Or-“ she cuts herself off for a moment, not sure why she would bring this up, but then sticks her hands in her pockets and continues while playing with the seams. “When I was a kid my dad called me John.”

“Yeah?” Buck has that genuine thing going on again, eyes big and friendly like he really would like nothing more than to hear this story, to get to know her.

“Yeah, and I called him Bill- his name’s Thomas, I don’t know where I got the idea, I was like maybe four? Mom hated it but we thought it was the funniest thing.”

Buck is smiling in the scrunched up way people get when they hear a cute story about a small child. “Well-“ they both look up as he’s interrupted by the loud clanging of the alarm. He laughs, and claps her shoulder. “Welcome to the 118, John. Happy to have you.” It makes her smile without meaning to, maybe the first one she's given since she walked in, and Buck’s grin gets all big again in response. “Come on, let's head out.”

He heads back down the stairs and the room is different but the action is familiar as she follows behind.

Tagging @forthewolves @thewolvesof1998 @homerforsure @jeeyuns @buckactuallys @shitouttabuck @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl if you have anything to share!

[scekrex]

I found this cover song https://youtu.be/4yf0tEad5_c?si=7Fn8W4SKcMpAcBb4

And now I’m thinking of a bass guitarist flirting with Adam by serenading him, and Adam starts playing along on his own strings, turning it into a bass/electric guitar duet between the two. Basically replying that he’s into it without directly saying so. Like maybe it’s easier for him to admit in music form

Fuck, Adam's love language is music and no one can tell me different. Like him trying to talk about his feelings? He can't fucking do that. Singing tho? That he very much can do. Also changed the lyrics a lil to match em more

Slow Dance with You

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

Adam and you were walking through the park that was located closest to the houses you and him lived in. You had texted him that you were gonna go on a walk to clear your mind and just as you had been about to leave, the first man had knocked on your door, stating that he would join you. There was truly no reason for him to do so, you did not need protection, not in heaven. But he had made it clear that you were either going with him or not at all and given that you and Adam were close anyway, it was fine by you.

But that was the thing that bothered you, that made your mind all messy and that had been the original reason for you to go on that walk in the first place. Adam and you were close, like best friends kind of close. That, however, was not how you saw him though, you longed for more, and it seemed that you had caught feelings quite a while ago, but it was Adam.

There was never a good time to talk about feelings with him. He was not good at providing comfort, he had never learned how to do that so you really could not blame the man, but that resulted in him avoiding serious topics of any kind because he did not want you to end up sad or hurt as long as he can’t fix that. So it was mostly stupid shit that was spoken between the both of you - which you did not mind, there was a reason why you had decided to stay friends with the first man at all. And yet the thoughts would not leave your mind.

The thoughts of how all you would have to do was to reach out and grab his hand, the thoughts that craved his lips on yours and his arms around your body, the thoughts that wanted to hear him say that he belonged to you and you belonged to him. But that was a pretty fantasy in your head you would never be able to fulfill, not when Adam kept avoiding emotionally heavy topics.

A sigh of frustration left your body and you tilted your head upwards to look at the shiny stars that were lightening up the night sky. That caught Adam’s attention, the first man turned his head to look at you as he spoke in a quiet voice, “The fuck’s up with you lately? You seem so-,” before he was able to seek a word for how you were feeling you finished the sentence for him.

“Lost. I know, it’s just my mind that keeps me busy.” The brunette walking next to you raised an eyebrow, now clearly curious about what’s going on inside of you, “That’s why you need a walk in the middle of the fucking night?” You nodded before your eyes met his, you instantly regretted looking at him. His golden eyes seemed to gleam in the night, they looked so warm, provided comfort without even trying and you found yourself lost in their warmth as you started to sing without even fully noticing what you were doing, “Slow dance with you.”

Adam’s face was drowning in confusion at your words and at the sudden change of vibe, but he was willing to see where this was going - at least it appeared that way given that he didn’t leave or interrupt you. He stayed and listened, did not flinch away when you gently reached for his hands to hold them in yours. His golden eyes stayed locked with yours, they were not leaving each other.

Not when this moment felt so… important to him, “I just wanna slow dance with you.” And slowly the brunette seemed to catch onto where this situation was going, yet his hands remained in yours and his eyes continued to observe yours. You pulled him in a little, making the height difference between you and him more noticeable - you were not that much smaller, only one head, but you were smaller and the closer you pulled him, the more noticeable it was. When you were almost chest to chest, you had to tilt your head up to properly look at him and you wanted nothing more than to cup his face and kiss his soft looking lips, claim them, claim him.

With a swift hand movement you made your beloved bass appear to strum its strings along your vocals. What made it even more ironic was that Adam had been the person who made you get back into playing the bass when he had looked for a bassist for his band. And the first man looking for a new member of his band - which you had been a huge fan of? There was no way for you to turn down such an opportunity. “I know that your pretty girls are tough and smooth,” and that was the problem, wasn’t it?

His girls.

You were not one of them, you were a guy, a guy who had dared to catch feelings for the most homophobic feeling individual in all of heaven - yet said homophobic individual kept sending you signals that you yourself would read as interest in you.

Interest in dating you, to be specific.

But then he would go back to rambling about how much pussy he had fucked over the weekend and said signals were thrown to the flames. “And I got the blues,” that on the other hand was true and you were just proving this line to be correct. Adam’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you in a little more before pushing you backwards and therefore away from him again. “I wanna slow dance with you,” you ended your little confession, waiting for the brunette to react.

He remained silent for way longer than it had been necessary, then he responded by continuing the song though, “I wanna slow dance with you,” he continued. Your eyes widened at his words, processing what he had just sung, processing what was happening as he made his electric guitar appear and picked up the tune you had been playing, only for you to join in with your bass, making the tune sound perfect. It took two to play the song you had started and both Adam and you were aware of that. “I just wanna slow dance with you,” the brunette continued as he wrapped his wing around your back before he pushed himself off the ground and stopped right above you, waiting for you to join him.

So you copied his movement and the both of you played the instrument of your choice as you climbed heaven’s ladder up higher. “Why don’t you take the chance?” It was both an invitation and a challenge that Adam offered, he wanted to see how far you would push, how greedy you were, would you risk throwing away your friendship? “I’ve got the moves I’d like to prove,” he took your hand, spun you and therefore caused your body to turn a full one eighty, your back was being pressed against his chest - or was it his chest that was being pressed against your back? You were not sure. All your body could focus on was the fact how close the first man was, how soft and honest his words sounded. His breath hit your neck and you were able to feel the grin on his lips as he continued the song, “I wanna slow dance with you.”

His arms wrapped around your body, due to how tight his chest was pressed against your back that was the only thing keeping you in the air, your wings were unable to move properly in that position and Adam was very aware of that as he placed a kiss against your jaw, causing a violent shiver to run down your spine which resulted in a clearly amused chuckle bubbling from the first man’s chest, “Fucking love the effect I have on you, babes.”

The pet name made your head spin, because what the actual fuck? Where was this softness coming from? Since when was Adam okay with liking guys? You had teased him about his queer vibes before, he had always stated he was not one of them queers and that pussy was the best thing ever. So this came as a total surprise, leaving you unable to respond. You felt his guitar and the bass in your hand disappear, then his arms around you tightened, “What’cha say if we go back to my place?” And all you found yourself able to do was to nod, because spending the night at his place sounded so much better than trying to process all of this on your own in your empty home alone. You would much prefer being in his warm arms, drinking a beer and laughing. Yeah, this was alright.

[soupywrites]

How about something about Geno from Super Mario RPG turning into a mermaid because of a curse.

I’m fairly new to writing fanfiction (although I have read plenty of it), so this was a fun challenge! Thanks for the ask, and I hope you enjoy it!

Seaside Gone Sideways

The crew had been to Seaside Town many times before. This time should have been no different.

Mario sat in the shade under a tree, resting his eyes. To his right was Mallow and Peach; they were building quite an elaborate sand castle. And to his left was Bowser and Geno, both staring out into the ocean by the shoreline.

“You know, I’m pretty sure wood floats in water.” Bowser laughed at himself. “Maybe you should take a swim!”

Geno simply shook his head. “Maybe YOU should get in the ocean. I could use some silence.”

“Yeah, yeah, star-boy,” Bowser trailed off. “Hey, what’s that?” He pointed into the distance.

Washed up on the beach was a pearl necklace. it glistened against the pale sand, and it was glaringly obvious that it didn’t belong there.

“Hmm,” Geno hummed. “I wonder whose that is. Is it perhaps Peach’s? I don’t remember her having a necklace on..”

Bowser turned to face the princess and shouted out, “Hey, Toadstool! Did ya have a necklace on?”

“No?” She yelled back from her spot in the sand.

Geno sighed. Someone has to check it out, he thought. Lest we have another issue on our hands.

He began walking in the direction of the necklace. However, the closer he got, the more he sensed some sort of energy coming off of it. Geno stopped when he was right in front of it and frowned. Bowser was right behind him.

“What’s wrong with you, twinkle?”

“I fear that these pearls aren’t meant to be here,” he started. “Something is off about them. They have almost a magical aura.”

“Oh, well, then I’m definitely not touching them.” Bowser nudged Geno closer. “This one’s all you, puppet.”

Geno glared at Bowser, but continued anyway, bending down and grabbing the shiny necklace from the warm sand. He regretted that.

The world began to spin, and the last thing Geno remembered was Bowser calling his name.

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“Geno? Geno!”

His eyes slowly opened, and the sun practically blinded him. He squinted, trying to gather his surroundings.

“Oh my gosh, you’re awake!” Mallow was practically bouncing in the sand next to him.

“Oh, yay, the dolls awake.” Geno could practically hear the king’s scorn. Or maybe he was making that up.

All Geno knew was that he was no longer holding the pearls, and he also could no longer feel his legs.

“Listen, Geno, you can’t freak out. Otherwise, I won’t be able to help you.” The princess’s voice was sweet as usual, but there was a hint of something else in her tone.

Geno slowly moved his eyes across the faces of his friends. Even Mario had gotten up and was standing next to Bowser, his arms crossed over his chest. Then, Geno looked down.

His wooden legs had been replaced by the tail of a fish, thankfully also made of wood. Geno couldn’t move them—it—and couldn’t feel it, either. To say he panicked was an understatement, and his breathing quickened.

“I’m not even used to my normal body and now THIS?” His voice had become shaky. He didn’t understand; he was wearing a trueform pin. How could this happen? What was the cause of all this?

The princess calmly spoke to him, “I think that those pearls you found along the shore were cursed. None of my magic is working on you.”

“Cursed is an understatement,” he muttered under his breath.

“What are we going to do?” Mallow asked, now panicking as well. “I mean, we’ve never dealt with something like this. Flying arrows? Fine. Crooks at every corner? Sure. Even the clones weren’t that bad. But if Peach can’t reverse it, then-“

“Calm down, puff ball. I’m sure it’s some dumb magical trick that’ll wear off by sundown.” Bowser sighed. “Although, this will slow us down.”

“I just think we all need to step back and think about what we know,” Peach started.

“Which is absolutely nothing,” Geno added.

“Maybe Bowser is-a right,” Mario spoke for the first time that afternoon. He wasn’t a man of many words, but when he does allow the world to hear his voice, he normally speaks the truth. “This will-a probably wear off-a soon.”

Hearing Mario confirm this belief was enough for Geno, and he started to calm himself down. This will be over soon, he thought.

Bowser reluctantly agreed (everyone knows that Peach forced him) to carry Geno over to the shade, since his new limb made it difficult to maneuver himself. He sat up against a tree, and Mario came and sat next to him. Peach and Bowser sat not too far, having a conversation about his plans for his keep and what the future may hold for the relations of the Koopa and Mushroom kingdoms respectively. Boring stuff, Geno decided, and he tuned them out. But instead of silence, Mallow began quizzing him on his new tail.

“So, does it hurt?”

“No, I can’t feel it.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No.”

“Do you think you could swim with it?”

“Probably not. To be honest, I can’t really swim with legs either.”

“You can’t swim?”

“No, Mallow. I didn’t really have to swim while granting wishes.”

“Oh! What was it like living on the Star Road?”

Finally, a subject he could actually talk about.

They went back and forth for a long time. Eventually, the sun was overhead, almost as if warning the crew that it was about to set. By now Peach and Bowser had already joined the others, and Bowser had also joined Mallow in questioning their extraterrestrial guest.

“So, if I were to wish that Princess Peach married me—“ Peach jabbed him in the ribs, or rather where ribs would be on the giant king.

“Calm down, Toadstool. It’s a hypothetical.” He shrugged his shoulders and then started again. “If I wished that the princess ‘ere married me, would you just make it come true?”

“It’s not quite that simple,” Geno began, closing his eyes as if trying to find the right words. “The Star Road is—“

“Wait,” Peach interjected. “Look!” She was pointing at Genos newfound tail. It was glowing a brilliant shade of white, almost as brilliant as the glow of the pearls. Mallow turned up at the sky; it was sunset.

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The crew decided to head to the inn for the night. It wasn’t long before the trek from the beach to the town had ended, and they were safely in their room. Bowser simply laid down on the floor; he didn’t care and was too big to fit in one of the beds, anyway. Peach and Mario took one bed, while Mallow sat up in the other. He was waiting for Geno, who was pacing around the room on his two legs.

“Geno,” Mario started. “It-a probably wasn’t anything to be-a worried about. You-a need to sleep.” He offered an assuring grin to the stressed star.

Geno stopped walking and faced the beds. He sighed. “I know, I know. It just all doesn’t feel right.”

“We can figure it out in the morning, okay?” Peach reassured him. “For now, let’s just be glad everyone’s safe.” She shot him a smile this time.

He sighed again, but this time he nodded and returned the smile. He knew they were right. And besides, he’ll always have his friends with him to deal with whatever threat comes his way. Even Bowser stayed by him to help out. The thought made him feel content, and he slid in next to Mallow.

However, that night, Geno dreamt that his legs were still replaced with a tail.

[bubblegum-blackwood]

You guys I went to go see the ROYAL PHILHARMONIC ORCHESTRA and it was SO EPIC but of course I have terminal VC brainrot so I was thinking of the murder family going to musical performances together almost the whole time. Anyway have a snippet of the rule 63 AU I'm writing because I couldn't get this scene out of my head (one of my first attempts in a loooong time to write in first person and I actually think it turned out okay!)

@butchybats this is for you because it was inspired by your blog FEM!LESTAT IN VICTORIAN MENSWEAR YOU'RE WELCOME

“Lesya, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!”

“Yes, yes, I know, I’m almost ready!” Lesya’s door was closed to me, but I could hear her flittering frantically about as she rushed to finish getting herself all done up. The orchestra was in town, and how could she resist buying us both tickets? I was always ready to go before she was; the woman was prone to fussing over every minute detail, and on good days I found her meticulous attention to her appearance almost endearing, but more often I rolled my eyes at her preening. I tapped my foot impatiently, loud, so she was sure to hear it, and she called out again, “I’m coming, cherie!”

She opened the door, and my mouth went dry.

She had cut off all her luscious golden waves and styled what remained as a man of the era would, and to match she had donned an exquisite three-piece suit, somehow tailored perfectly to her, but where would she have gotten such a thing, although I only stopped to wonder about the details of that after the night had already passed. The waistcoat was of the same red silk satin she so loved to wear in gowns, her shirt beautifully crisp and white against the blood-red tie, the jacket and pants of fine black cashmere wool, with black velvet lapels and a rose in her breast pocket, and on her feet she had placed an exceptionally-made pair of men’s leather dress shoes. She wore no makeup, not that she needed much at all anyway, and it seemed she had bound her breasts, or padded out the rest of her torso, or perhaps a little bit of both, and the overall effect was flawlessly masculine. She smelled like masculine cologne. I could do nothing but stare.

For once, bashfulness coloured her lovely smile. She asked, with a bit of hesitance, “Do you like it?”

I simply nodded, once, and swallowed, and my brow furrowed. “But why?”

“Why not?” she shrugged. “Besides,” she stalked closer with a grin. “Now I can do this in public and no one will give us a second glance.” And she kissed me on the mouth, hungry, vicious, irresistible.

As a woman Lesya possessed an air of elegance and gravity that I have never seen matched, utterly dazzling with her curled hair and fancy jewels and pearls and voluminous skirts, but despite having temporarily put aside her feminine trappings I was drawn to as a crow to a shiny soda can tab she was no less breathtaking for it, presenting a different kind of polished magnificence while still feeling essentially like herself, which I found quite charming. And though I voiced my concerns to her about the possibility of being recognised, the transformation had been so thorough that likely I only saw Lesya behind the masculine facade because of how intimately I knew her - much more intimately than anyone in New Orleans who might have attended the performance that night. We would be indistinguishable from any other lady and her gentleman escort, and so we smiled to ourselves and she offered her arm to me and I took it and we walked out of the house together, and she helped me into the carriage as any gentleman would and threw herself into my lap, nipping at my jaw between indulgent kisses. I was still too much in shock to stop her, and I closed my eyes, let the feeling of her mouth and hands on me wash over me like little bursting fireworks, such vivid and exquisite sensations.

It was strange to see her walking about without ehr hair piled on top of her head like a bouquet of golden threads, strange to see her walking about with no skirts trailing behind her to obscure the sensuous curve of her thighs. I found myself looking down at our feet, mesmerised by the strong strides she took, the movement of her legs, the swish of the fabric around her ankles.

She introduced herself as Monsieur de Lenfent, though she refused to tell me the significance of that name, and said she was the son of a family friend, visiting from France. Everyone was absolutely smitten with this Monsieur de Lenfent, as they were smitten with Madame de Lioncourt, which delighted her greatly. She flirted endlessly with all the young ladies there, and every once and a while turned back to win at me with a mischievous grin. She had the time of her life; she dressed in men’s clothes when we went out together several more times fater that, and no one ever suspected a thing, which gave her that thrill she always chased after.

She walked me into the concert hall on her arm, and we took oru seats as they dimmed the lights, the sound of the tuning orchestra enveloping us. To this day such a noise has the power to transport me back to that time, and it creates a vaguely warm feeling in my chest. So many memories of our little vampire family like this among the company of mortals, a time I sometimes wish I could go back to, if only to ensure I better appreciated it while it lasted. I was still so young then, and still so enthralled by the way my vampire eyes saw the world, and often while Lesya became absorbed in the genius of the composition I became absorbed in watching the performers make their music, the look of bliss on the trumpeter’s face or the intense, focused gaze of the man behind the timpani drums, the elegant gestures of the conductor enacting his call and response with the thrashing flautist and the graceful first violin. The rows of violins, violas, cellos, double basses, so expertly employed. I reached out and took Lesya’s hand in the darkness, and she gave it a gentle squeeze, rubbing her thumb across my knuckles, and then I experienced one of the most profound revelations I have ever been blessed with at a concert such as this. The music surrounded me, enveloped me, wrapped me up as in a blanket and rocked me slowly, and everything I saw blurred save for two rows of string players, illuminated in perfect clarity, all their bows moving in unison. The orchestra seemed like all one cohesive unit, one singular creature, and as the notes swelled the beast heaved great elegant breaths as it stirred in rumbling slumber and whispered secrets in my ear.

The symphony came to its close. Total silence reigned for one trembling heartbeat, then the whole room erupted in applause like a shower of hail battering the roof above us. My head spun. Lesya leapt to her feet, one of the first to do so, and I followed suit, my dead chest beaving with unspeakable emotion.

As we left, Lesya held out her arm for me, and I clutched onto her elbow as if to remind myself that she was real, or perhaps to convince myself that I was, and she kissed me gently on the cheek and lead me out the door. The sudden cold of the night air stung my cheeks and snapped a little bit of life back into me, snapped me back into the present moment and out of my hazy epiphany, and I breathed, relaxing my shoulders.

In the carriage, I laid my head on my shoulders and wrapped my arms around her waist and closed my eyes, and I don’t do this often but I believe I fell asleep to the feel of her hand stroking my hair.

[boraswan]

Jin when you have an allergic reaction

pairing: seokjin x fem reader

warnings: none I think?? panic attack mentioned but doesn’t happen in the fic. hurt/comfort with a lot of fluff. reader has an allergic reaction to a cat and Jin takes care of her.

word count: 2.1k

Jin when you have an allergic reaction

He had seen a cute little kitten on the way home to your shared apartment. It was walking around in the snowy road all by itself. Bending down to pick it up, he saw it had a name and number on a little shiny silver tag.

“Little baby got away from home huh?”

He took out his phone and dialed the number, finding that the house was only a few blocks away from where you guys stay. He reassured the owner that it wasn’t a problem at all, as he was heading in that direction anyways.

“Bye kitty” he said, giving it a little kiss on the head and handing it off to its owner.

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“Babyyyy! I’m homeeee!” Jin yelled dramatically as he walked in the door.

You rushed out of your room and to the front door, trying your best to crush him in a tight hug, although all the things he was holding made it a bit hard to wrap your arms around him.

“I got four different movies to choose from, and a new cookbook, and those candy things you really like.”

“Thank you baby!” you said with a smile, leaning in to give him a little peck on the lips.

You took his arm and pulled him to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed and flopping on next to him.

“Someone is tired huh?” he said jokingly while rubbing your back.

“Nope!” you replied sitting up quickly.

“Okay miss not-sleepy, pick a movie for us to watch while I go to the bathroom really quick.”

Watching him get up and walk away, you looked down at the options he had given you. Trying to decide what to watch, you suddenly became aware of a burning sensation on your lips.

“Why are you touching your lips like that honey?” Jin said while giggling.

“I-“

“Oh! You just missed my kisses soooo much. I’m so sorry come here! I didn’t mean to neglect you!” He said while grabbing your face and rapidly kissing all over it.

“JIN S-STOP!” you said trying to wiggle away.

He held you down, kissing down your neck, ticking you with his lips. You tried your best to push his head away, but he just moved down further. Making his way to your stomach, he rolled up your shirt attacking you there.

“Jin! Jin please! I surrender! I surrender, please!” you said squirming around in his tight grip.

“Okay fine. Since you asked so nicely- and because of the kindness in my heart.” He said sitting up from on top of you and dramatically clutching his chest.

“Shut up drama queen.” you said smiling and softly slapping his arm.

“Anddd speaking of drama… which movie?” he asked holding up the small collection of movies he bought.

“The middle one.” you replied smiling up at him.

Popping the disc in the player, he pressed start, and climbed back onto the bed next to you. He pulled you on top of him, your chest on his, and your legs tangled together as you watched the opening scene of the movie.

All should have been well, but you couldn’t stop moving around. The pain on your mouth had increased, and your face began to itch. You tried to gently scratch your face, making small, soft movements so you wouldn’t disturb Jin. But attentive as he always was, he noticed.

“Something wrong baby?” He asked gently, looking down at you rubbing your back with one hand, and pushing the hair out of your face with the other.

“Yeah I think so, but my face is kind of itchy, I don’t know why.” you said with a little pout.

“Do you want me to get some ointment? Maybe you got bit by a bug?”

“No baby I’m okay, thank you though.” You said with a soft smile and a kiss to his cheek, before laying your head back down on his chest.

“Alright my love, but make sure you tell me if you need anything, can’t have my baby being uncomfortable during movie night!” he said faking an angry face.

“Thank you Jinnie.”

You guys went back to watching the movie, and about a minute passed before the itching started becoming more unbearable. And on top of that, you had begun sneezing now.

“Bless you! Oh my goodness that was like the third one!” he said giggling. He always thought your sneezes were so cute. You, however, were feeling worse by the minute.

“Jin, my throat kind of hurts and my face, and my neck and stomach it feels like there are razors when I breathe. And I c-can’t it hurts.” You said sounding pretty panicked.

He sat up quickly, cradling your face with both his hands.

“Hey, it’s okay baby, I’m right here, try to breathe. Are you having a panic attack?” he asked in a hushed tone, trying not to panic you further. A light hand came down to pet your stomach, him smiling at you.

“No, it just burns, and it’s so itchy I just-“

You pulled your hands up to your face, scratching more harshly now. Jin was quick to grab them into his own, trying to calm you before things got too bad.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t scratch, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Let’s go wash your face off, maybe there’s something on your skin bothering it.”

It’s not just my face Jin! My throat and my lungs feel so tight and everything just burns. And my eyes are so itchy and it’s just getting worse!” you whisper yelled while trying so hard not to cry, but your voice failing you.

You tried to rip your hands from his grip, but he wasn’t having it.

“It’s okay my love, I’m sorry. I can’t let you hurt yourself. I know you aren’t trying to, but you are scratching up your face. It will be okay, I promise. We will fix it. Is there anything I can d-“

He suddenly paused in the middle of trying to comfort you. He stared down at your hands in his, with his eyebrows furrowed, and then raised. His mouth opened in a sort of shock.

“Baby oh my goodness I’m so sorry. I hugged a cat earlier and I-I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t change my cl-clothes and I’m SO sorry! It was just all alone and I didn’t want anything to happen and I was so close to the house I should have remembered and I’m sorry.” he pleaded, stuttering and looking into your eyes and keeping a tight grip on your hands to show you he really meant what he said.

You weakly nodded while giving a little smile, leaning down to relax your face into his palms which were still holding onto yours as firmly as before.

You guys hadn’t been together for too long, about 8 months, but he’d remembered one of your first dates you mentioning your cat allergy. He was beating himself up internally for not remembering something so serious, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he looked sympathetically at you. But now wasn’t about him. He could be mad at himself all he wanted later.

“What do you need from me, sweetheart? What can I do for you?” he asked more calmly than before. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You quickly shook your head no in between two sneezes.

“Medicine, second drawer in the nightstand.”

You had barely gotten it out because of what felt like the ten-thousandth sneeze of the last 10 minutes, but it became clear that he heard you well enough when he darted to the exact location you had just said. The pill bottle being one of three items in the drawer, it didn’t take him very long to find, taking a few quick strides back to you as he opened the container.

“Just one?”

“Yeah baby.”

He handed you the pill and a water bottle that you had placed on the floor next to the bed.

He helped you guide your hands to your mouth, even though you didn’t need the assistance. After swallowing the pill, you opened your eyes, realizing that your boyfriend may be more shaken than you are.

“It’s okay Jinnie. We just have to wait a few minutes now.” He nodded, helping you lie down against his chest again.

“Wait no! The hair. We need to change.”

“Oh! Oh right! I’m so sorry honey, I’ll help you!” he said gently but quickly picking you up off of him.

He got off the bed and stripped off his shirt, opting for a new and cleaner t-shirt he only wore to bed paired with some boxers. You had begun taking off your t-shirt and shorts as well, waiting for him to bring you the replacements. Once you were only in your underwear, and his shirt was no longer dirty, he quickly walked away to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a small towel that was dampened by the tap in one hand, and cleanser in the other. He set it beside a chair you guys had in the corner of the bedroom, only to turn around and pick you up bridal style from the bed, and carry you to the chair.

“Jinnie what are you-“

“Shh it’s okay sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

He got to work, starting on your face and making his way down to your stomach. He gently moved the warm towel across your skin, trying not to hurt the irritated flesh from the mix of the reaction, and your scratching.

“You got yourself good right here, pretty girl.”

He was referencing a point on the left side of your neck, just under your jaw. An angry group of red lines had risen from your attempt to relieve the side effect of your allergy.

“I’m sorry that I caused this, I never want to contribute to the reason you injure yourself, willingly or not.” He said with a bit of a sad tone, trying to apologize while also taking care of you. He finished the last bit of cleaning, placing the towel on the little table beside him.

“No. You are taking care of me so well. You always do. I am so sorry for being so rude to you. You we’re just trying to help me and I snapped at you. That wasn’t fair.”

He knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“You don’t have to apologize sweetheart. You were in pain, and I see how you could’ve felt like I wasn’t listening to you. I just want you to feel safe around me, and that I would do anything to help you out. I just want you to feel alright. I love you, ya know?”

He looked up at you with such sincerity, it was hard to not believe him. And he was telling the truth after all. He did love you.

“I think we both did things we maybe aren’t so happy about. We can take this as a learning experience for both of us. And I love you too Jin. So much more than you will ever know.”

He smiled at you, tilting his head to the side, and giving you a singular heartfelt kiss.

“Let’s get you dressed, huh?”

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Jin had spent the whole rest of the night pampering you. He changed the sheets, he even made you that disgusting tea that you like.

Whatever he could have been blamed for in terms of forgetting your allergy before was quickly forgiven. He made sure any function you were going to had no feline friends involved. He couldn’t have his baby suffering again! Meeting up with a friend for the first time in a while? Best believe he is calling them up to make sure they haven’t welcomed any new potentially dangerous pets to the family. Any people you invite to the house get “the talk” from him. He won’t have any more opportunities for you to suffer if he can help it.

So when Halloween comes around and your friend suggests matching cat costumes, Jin is quick to shut down the idea. Yes, he goes that far. Long after the joke gets old he still brings it up, just so everyone is aware and doesn’t forget.

“But y/n! You might attract them!! They might see you as one of them. And then what? The possibilities are terrifying!”

“Oh my god, Jin, shut upp!!” you say giggling and playfully hitting his chest.

“I love you too, baby.” He says with a soft laugh and a kiss to your cheek.