#(smiles) kicks cancer's ass

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

One piece modern au, Mama Rouge :)

Happy Mother’s Day :)

Here’s some mama Rouge for the occasion!

Additional info about her 👇(there's a lot.)

Rouge is a bit sickly. Throughout Ace’s formative years, she was in a hospital, sick. Its honestly a miracle she got through child birth alive, but she’s a very very strong woman.

Garp was there when Ace was born because I like to imagine that Garp was Gol D. Roger’s Parole Officer, and so of course he became a family friend. But since he was there for Ace's birth, he was also there when Rouge held her newborn and cried because she knew she couldn't take care of him in her condition.

And look, I don't know how child handling works, but I think it would be really funny if Garp was like "you're okay, girlie, I got the perfect idea." And then he held out a sheet of paper with all the people on his parole list and said like "pick one, this could be part of their community service sentence."

And Rouge was like "might as well, I guess, I don't want to put him in an adoption center or foster home so I guess I'm doing this". Then she picked out Dadan because 'dad' is already in her name, and she's not really given anymore qualifications other than that, so Dadan it is.

Plot twist though because all these convicts just all live with each other so it really wouldn't have mattered, it just meant that now Dadan would be the main guardian of Ace.

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Because she was in the hospital for so long when ace was growing up, she’s a bit of a mystery to him. Sometimes (like 3 times a year) she would come to visit him at The House Of Dadan and bring homemade large stuffed animals for him made with Ace's old clothes she's patched together. Ace loves them and they're on a high up shelf in his room, practically untouched in fears of potentially breaking them.

Whenever Ace has a day with Rouge, it's usually a bit awkward. Like Ace doesn't know how to have a mother and Rouge doesn't know how to have a son, but she is trying her best to have fun with him whenever she gets the chance to.

I kinda envision these vibes. Not exactly but adjacent.

Very like "what do you wanna do, sweetie :)"

Ace never gets to visit her at the hospital because Rouge doesn't want him to see her in that kind of setting. He tried to once when he became an adult but he was turned away at the door. He may or may not have tried to then find her through the outside of the building through windows and he may or may not have been kicked off the premises by security.

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The first day on the job after Ace completes his tattoo artist apprenticeship, he gets a customer who called the day before requesting him specifically, which is a little weird since he had just started that day, normal patrons wouldn't know him.

When it's time for the appointment, he goes to the floor from the back of the shop, and the person sitting in his appointment seat,

Is.. is his mom.

Shes talking to his coworkers and laughing with them! Ahh no nononono. His mom is not supposed to see this part of his life. What is she doing here????

He rushes over to her and asks her what she's doing here for??

"I'm getting a tattoo from my son :) can I get this flower please? :)"

So he starts the tattoo process and Rouge is very cooperative and receptive to when he needs her to move or anything like that.

He's.. he's never actually been this close to her for so long...

He glances up one and he sees her smiling so softly at him.

Ace looks away quickly, hoping she doesn't see him blushing.

For all wondering, the tattoo that she has is very much on her ass and it is very much Roger's name.

That's all I got. I got a couple of people asking about Ace's family situation, so here ya go :)

Oh additionally, Roger died before Ace's birth from Cancer

Thanks for reading if you got this far :)

[guilty-ff]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭: 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

Summery: Y/n’s world is turned upside down when she is diagnosed with cancer, leaving her to confront the darkest fears of her life. With Wade Wilson by her side, their bond deepens as they navigate the struggle between despair and hope.

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x (cancer!fem)Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: swearing, mental health, cancer

Word count: 2694

The idea of writing this One Shot was a suggestion from a cancer survivor, and it is dedicated to them. Wishing you all the best. 🫶

The day the doctor said the word "cancer," Y/n's world felt like it was collapsing around her. The sterile office, the birght lights overhead, and the sympathetic look in the doctor's eyes all blurred into a foggy haze. She barely heard the rest of the conversation, her mind stuck on that single word, echoing over and over.

Cancer.

She knew she had to tell Wade, but how? How do you tell the love of your life that the same disease that had torn him apart was now threatening to do the same to you?

She stumbled out of the doctor's office in a daze, clutching the diagnosis papers like they were a death sentence. How could this be happening? How could her life take such a cruel twist?

By the time she got home, her hands were shaking. The apartment was too quiet, too empty. Wade was not home yet, and she was glad for it- she needed time to process this, to figure out how she was going to tell him.

But, as usual, Wade had impeccable timing.

The door burst open, and in walked the love of her life, Wade Wilson. He was in full costume, as usual, but even with the mask on, Y/n could sense something different about him today. Maybe it was the way he moved, a little less swagger in his step, or the way he did not immediately launch into some ridiculous story.

"Hey, sugar tits," he called out, his voice humorous but mixed with something she could not quite figure out. "Guess who just gave the bad guys a five-finger discount on their lives?"

Y/n managed a weak smile, but it did not reach her eyes. "You always know how to brighten up a room, Wade."

"Damn straight," he replied, finally noticing the tension in her voice. "Uh-oh. That tone. What's wrong, babe? You sound like someone kicked your puppy and didn't even leave a note."

She could not meet his eyes. How could she? How could she tell him the very thing that had nearly killed him was now inside of her, too?

"Wade..." Her voice cracked, and she hated how fragile she sounded. "I... I went to the doctor today."

He stiffened, the air in the room growing heavy with unspoken fears. "And?"

"They said... they said I have cancer."

The silence that followed was deafening. Wade stared at her, his mask hiding his expression, but she could feel the shock radiating off him. Then, slowly, he pulled off his mask, revealing the scarred, yet still incredibly expressive face beneath.

"Y/n," he said, his voice rough. "Are you... are you sure? Like, actual cancer? The C-word?"

She nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. "I'm sure."

For a long moment, Wade just stood there, his gaze locked on hers. Then, to her surprise, he crossed the room in two quick strides and pulled her into a fierce embrace, holding her as if she might disappear at any moment.

She nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying. Wade immediately dropped to his knees in front of her, taking her hands in his gloved ones. "Nope, nuh-uh, not happening. We already did this dance once, and it sucked, remember? So, here's the plan: we're going to kick cancer's ass together, and then we're going out for tacos. Sound good?"

Y/n could not help but smile through her tears. "You make it sound so easy."

"Because it is," he said, with that trademark Deadpool confidence. "You're the toughest chick I know, and I'm... well, I'm Wade Wilson, so we're basically unstoppable. Cancer doesn't stand a chance."

Y/n clung to him, letting the tears fall freely now. "But what if... what if I don't?"

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his hands cradling her face. "You will. Because you're strong, and because you've got me. And I don't lose, baby. Ever."

She could not help but let out a watery laugh. Trust Wade to make her smile even in a moment like this. "You're a cocky bastard, you know that?"

"And you love me for it." He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Now, we're going to fight this together. You're not alone, Y/n. Not ever."

Y/n hadn't spoken much that night. The treatments had taken a toll on her, and Wade could see the exhaustion in her eyes, even as she tried to keep a brave face. He hated seeing her like this, so drained and defeated. But more than that, he hated that there was not a single thing he could do to take the pain away.

Wade lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, his gaze fixed on her pale face. The shadows cast by the city lights danced across his features, softening the harsh lines of his scarred skin. He watched her, his heart aching with a mix of helplessness and determination. He wasn't used to feeling powerless—he was Deadpool, after all, the guy who could take on anything and come out the other side with a snarky comment and a grin. But this... this was different.

"Hey, you still with me?" Wade's voice was soft, barely above a whisper as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered against her skin, warm and comforting.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a small, tired smile. "Barely," she mumbled, her voice weak but laced with affection.

"Good," Wade replied, forcing a grin onto his face. "Because I'm not done annoying you yet. You know how it is—'til death do us part and all that jazz. And even then, I'll probably just haunt you, so really, there's no escaping me."

A soft laugh escaped Y/N's lips, though it quickly turned into a cough. Wade's grin faded slightly as he scooted closer, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into his chest. He felt her relax against him, her head resting on his shoulder, and he held her tight, as if he could shield her from the world.

"You know," Wade began, his voice low and soothing, "I've been thinking... I mean, I know that's dangerous and all, but just go with it. Remember when I first found out about my cancer? I was scared shitless, thought my life was over. But then I met you, and suddenly, the idea of sticking around didn't seem so bad anymore."

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The days that followed were a blur of doctor's appointments, treatment plans, and long, sleepless nights. But through it all, Wade was there. He was at every appointment, holding her hand, making crude jokes to lighten the mood, and telling the doctors exactly where they could shove their needles if they so much as looked at Y/n the wrong way. He kept the mood light, refusing to let the dark cloud of cancer take away their laughter.

When the treatments started, and the side effects hit hard, Wade was there too. He stayed by her side when the nausea was too much to bear, when she was too weak to get out of bed, when the fear and pain became overwhelming. He held her through the tears, through the anger, through the darkest moments when she did not think she could go on.

One day, as Y/n was sitting in a hospital chair, hooked up to an IV, Wade leaned over, his face just inches from hers. "You know, if I had known you'd be spending so much time in bed, I would have gotten one of those fluffy pillows with my face on it. You know, for comfort."

Y/n rolled her eyes, a small smile across her lips. "I'm pretty sure they'd kick you out of the hospital for bringing that in."

"Oh, I see how it is," Wade teased, pretending to be offended. "Here I am, being all supportive, and you're rejecting my face pillow idea? I'm wounded, Y/n. Deeply wounded."

She chuckled, the sound weak but genuine. "I love you, you idiot."

"I know," Wade said, grinning as he kissed the top of her head. "And that's why I'm here, annoying the crap out of you, until you're cancer-free and we can go back to our regularly scheduled programming of bad guys and bad decisions."

But Wade never wavered. He was her rock, her anchor in the storm. He understood what she was going through in a way no one else could. He knew the fear, the anger, the helplessness that came with a cancer diagnosis. And he fought it with her every step of the way.

But not every day was full of jokes and smiles. There were times when the treatments left Y/n too weak to even laugh at Wade's antics. On those days, they would lay in bed together, Y/n curled up against his chest. Wade spoke softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that was reserved only for her. 

"You know," he began, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back, "when I found out I had cancer, I thought it was the end. I thought my life was over. But then I became Deadpool, and well... let's just say, shit got weird."

She laughed softly, her head resting against his shoulder. "That's one way to put it."

"But you..." He paused, searching for the right words. "You're different, Y/N. You're not just fighting for yourself. You're fighting for us. And I'm going to be here, every step of the way, making sure you kick this thing's ass."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. "I couldn't do this without you, Wade."

He grinned, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "Damn right you couldn't. I'm your secret weapon, babe. Cancer doesn't stand a chance."

"Hey," he said "you know how I'm basically invincible, right? Like, I've been blown up, shot, stabbed, and I'm still kicking?"

"Mm-hmm," Y/N mumbled, her eyes half-closed.

"Well, I'm basically like a really ugly cheerleader. I'll keep cheering you on until this cancer thing gets bored and leaves you alone. And then we'll go get ice cream. Or, you know, find some bad guys to punch. Whatever you're in the mood for."

Y/n closed her eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. It was comforting, grounding her in the moment, reminding her that she was not alone. Wade's words were like a lifeline, pulling her back from the edge of despair.

"I know you're scared," he continued, his voice softening. "Hell, I'm scared too. But you've got something I didn't have back then- you've got me. And I'm not going anywhere, okay? We're in this together, and I'm not letting you face this alone."

Y/n's hand found his, their fingers intertwining. "I don't want to be weak, Wade. I don't want you to see me like this."

"Hey, hey," Wade said, gently squeezing her hand. "There's nothing weak about you, Y/n. You're the strongest person I know, and trust me, I've met some tough bastards in my time. You're allowed to be scared, and you're allowed to have shitty days. But don't for a second think that makes you weak. You're fighting a goddamn war here, and you're doing it like a champ."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, but she blinked them away, burying her face in Wade's chest. "I'm so tired, Wade," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't know if I can keep doing this."

Wade's heart broke at the raw vulnerability in her voice, but he refused to let her see his pain. Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there as he spoke. "You can, and you will," he murmured, his voice firm but tender. "Because you're Y/n, and you don't back down from a fight. And when you feel like you can't go on, you just lean on me, okay? I'll carry you if I have to."

For a long moment, they lay there in silence, the weight of Wade's words settling over them. Y/n could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his body pressed against hers, and it gave her a sense of comfort she hadn't felt in days. With Wade beside her, the darkness didn't seem quite as overwhelming.

"Wade?" she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Thank you... for being here. For... for everything."

Wade smiled, even though she couldn't see it. "You don't have to thank me, Y/n. This is what love's all about, right? Sticking around through the good, the bad, and the 'oh shit, we're out of toilet paper' moments."

Y/n chuckled softly, the sound muffled against his chest. "You really know how to ruin a moment, don't you?"

"It's a gift," Wade replied, grinning as he held her a little tighter. "But seriously, Y/n... I love you. And I'm not going to let you go through this alone. Not now, not ever."

"I love you too, Wade," Y/n whispered, her heart swelling with a mixture of love and gratitude.

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, with Wade occasionally cracking jokes to make her smile. And as the night wore on, Y/n slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

Wade stayed awake, watching over her, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. But one thing was clear: he wasn't going to let cancer take her away from him. He would fight it with her every step of the way, and they would come out on the other side stronger than ever.

Y/n snuggled closer, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. 

As the months passed, Y/n's strength began to return. The treatments were working, and slowly but surely, she started to feel like herself again. Wade was there to celebrate every small victory, every piece of good news. He was her biggest cheerleader, always ready with a joke or a sarcastic comment to keep her spirits up.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the day came when the doctor delivered the news they had been praying for.

"Y/n, your scans are clear. There's no sign of the cancer."

She could hardly believe it. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of those words settled over her. She was going to be okay.

Wade let out a whoop of joy, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around the room, much to the dismay of the startled doctor. "I knew it! I fucking knew it! You're a goddamn superhero, Y/n!"

She laughed through her tears, clutching him tightly as he held her. "We did it, Wade. We really did it."

He set her down, cupping her face in his hands as he looked into her eyes, his own brimming with tears. "I knew you could. You're the strongest person I know, Y/n. And I'm so fucking proud of you."

They kissed then, a kiss filled with love, relief, and the unbreakable bond they had forged through their shared struggle. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They had faced the darkness together and come out the other side, stronger than ever.

As they left the doctor's office hand in hand, Wade turned to her with a grin. "So, how about we celebrate by doing something completely reckless and dangerous?"

She raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "Like what?"

He smirked, that familiar glint back in his eyes. "I'm thinking chimichangas, a bottle of tequila. You know, the usual."

She laughed, feeling lighter than she had in months. "That sounds perfect."

And as they walked off into the sunset, ready to take on whatever life threw their way, Y/n knew that with Wade by her side, she could face anything.

In sickness and in health, they were unstoppable.

[pissclump]

This Is Gonna Get Worse Before It Gets Better

Chapter 1

HIIIIIII!! This is my first attempt at writing a multiple part fic with an actual story line, so if it sucks, PLEASE tell me. My original plan for the story was a Toby x Reader, but I may end up making it a Toby, Masky, and Hoodie x Reader. Anyways, I'll try to update as regularly as I can. Reader is depicted as female. This story is cross posted on my AO3 as well: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61232158/chapters/156483289 <3

Warnings: swearing, use of cigarettes, violence, eventual smut in later chapters

A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you ran your fingers through your hair. As if being a broke college student wasn't bad enough, you also had treacherous amounts of homework. Your evenings were usually spent with Kimberly, your roommate who quickly turned into a close friend. It didn't matter if you were out all night or just staying home doing nothing, you were content as long as you were in her presence. Tonight, however was different. Kimberly has been gone all day. And she won't be back for the next two. She said she was feeling homesick and insisted going back home to stay with her parents for the weekend. You were bummed about her being gone all weekend, but you knew it would be selfish to attempt talking her out of it. Which is how you ended up in your current situation; sitting on your couch with your laptop attempting pointless assignments until you eventually give up and submit whatever half-assed effort you gave. After at least three hours of repeating the same cycle, you finally had enough. In almost an instant, you slammed your laptop shut, setting it aside.

You stood up from your couch and stretched. Sitting in one place for so long can make you cramp sometimes. You're almost used to it by now. You walked into your room and grabbed the first pair of shoes you could find before leaving your tiny apartment. The stress from school never failed to steadily increase your need for nicotine. Luckily, your usual gas station was only about a five minute walk from home, so there was no need to take your car and waste gas. Swinging the door open, you were met with the smell of cheap air freshener. Behind the counter sat just the man you wanted to see. Mr. Kurtz was always a delight to talk to. He also had no problem selling you cigarettes despite the fact that you weren't legally old enough for them yet. You're only a year away from being 21, it's really not that big of a deal, is it?

"There she is! Haven't seen you all week. How have you been, kiddo?"

"Evening, Mr. Kurtz. I'm alright. Just getting my ass kicked by school and stuff. Nothing new."

The older man let out a noise that sounded like a mixture between a huff and a chuckle. He turned his back to you, now facing the variety of cigarettes behind the counter.

"Let me guess. The usual?"

"You know me so well."

He let out another huff of laughter as he pulled your favorite brand from the shelf. He didn't even bother to ask for an I.D. He never did. Which was what led you to become a regular at his store along with his sickeningly friendly personality. You rummaged through your pocket until you found enough cash to pay your total.

"Thanks again, Mr. Kurtz. I'll see you again soon."

You grabbed the fresh pack of cigarettes and flashed him a friendly smile.

"Sure thing, kiddo."

Immediately upon exiting the store, you opened the small box and removed one of the cigarettes before placing it between your lips. You keep a lighter on you at all times. You fished it from your pocket and lit the end of the thin cancerous stick. Taking a long inhale, you closed your eyes in relief as the familiar flavor of tobacco filled your mouth and lungs. This is exactly what you needed.

The walk back home was uneventful. Finishing your cigarette, you stamped it out on the ground just before climbing the stairs to the small apartment you and Kimberly shared. With your key already in hand, you inserted into the keyhole on the doorknob. However, when you twisted the key, you weren't met with the familiar 'click' sound it always made while being opened.

“𝘏𝘶𝘩… 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.” You thought to yourself.

You jiggled the doorknob, and sure enough, it was already unlocked. You shrugged it off and stepped inside, closing the door back behind you. You stood in silence for a moment, your breath catching in your throat. Something was off. You weren't sure what it was, but the moment you stepped through the door, the sudden unshakeable feeling of dread took you over completely. It was almost as if you were being watched. No, you 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 being watched. You reassured yourself that it was just your imagination, but your instinct told you to get out of there as quick as you could and never look back. Before you could process another thought, a hand made its way from behind you and was clasped over your mouth.

"W-we've got you n-now!~"

Your first instinct was to scream, however it was muffled due to how hard this fucker's hand was pressed against your mouth. You opened your mouth and bit down on the hand before you with all the strength your jaw could give. However, it only resulted in an increase of maniacal giggles from your perpetrator. He wrapped his other arm around your torso and held you tightly in place. You could taste the blood and small bits of flesh in your teeth from his hand and nearly gagged.

"𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜?"

The only other plan of escape you had was to try and struggle free from his grip. You tried your hardest to pull yourself free from his death grip, but your efforts were about as useful as a lamp without a lightbulb. You grunted in frustration as his hold on you only tightened. You then felt something cold and metallic press against your neck. You tried to crane your head to the side for a better look, but quickly whipped your head back up was you felt the sharp object slide against your skin. Small droplets of blood dribbled down to your collarbone as you hissed in pain at the uncomfortable sensation.

"You're a f-fuh-feisty one, a-aren't ya?"

"Who the FUCK are you?! What do you want from me?!"

Before he had time to answer you, you heard heavy footsteps coming from the hallway. Approaching you was a man in a white mask. It was painted with eerie feminine features, but what caught your attention the most was the crowbar resting in his palms. Your breath quickened with every step he took closer to you. You felt like you were on the verge of fainting from hyperventilation. This was the first time you had ever experienced anything like this, and you prayed that if you survived by some miracle, it would be the last. The masked man took a few more steps until he was just inches away from you. He leaned down so that he was at eye level with you and just stared before letting out an annoyed scoff.

"For fucks sake, Rogers, you've got the wrong one."

What.

"Huuuh? You mean sh-shes not our t-t-target?"

The man release his grip on you and you immediately collapsed to the floor. Your legs were shaking too much for you to stand on your own right now. Hell, your whole body was shaking. You looked up from the ground at the man who had restrained you. Like the other one, his face was also covered. Except instead of wearing a mask, he wore bulky orange goggles and what seemed like some type of mouth guard.

"No. But she is now. She's seen too much."

Oh, fuck no.

Adrenaline shot through your body as you stood up and bolted towards the kitchen. Quickly, you threw open a few drawers and looked for literally anything to defend yourself with. You wrapped your fingers around a large kitchen knife and defensively yielded it in front of you. This only caused the goggled man to let out another sickening giggle.

"Look, M-Masky, she's g-g-gonna try to f-fight back! H-how cute!"

The masked man let out an annoyed sigh, clearly losing his patience with the other man's antics. "Let's just get this over with."

"Get the FUCK away from me! Fucking psychos!"

You didn't have the guts to approach and attack them. Your mind raced as the masked man started taking long slow strides towards you. You then did the only other thing you could think of to slow him dow. You threw open the fridge door and grabbed the unopened gallon of milk with shaky hands.

"I SAID FUCK OFF!"

With all the strength you could conjure up, you threw the gallon of milk directly at his head at full force, causing it to bust open on impact. He let out a grunt of both pain and annoyance and stumbled back a few steps. He clearly was NOT expecting that. The goggled man began to howl with laughter.

"HAH! Sh-she got you good, d-didn't she, Masky!"

"Shut the hell up, Rogers!"

He turned his attention back to you. He was a lot less intimidating when he was covered in milk, but still intimidating nonetheless.

"You fucking bitch!"

He wiped the milk from his mask with his arm and practically pounced on you. Your back hit the hardwood floor with a thud, the impact knocking the breath out of you. You threw you arms in front of you in a pathetic attempt at defending yourself, but before he could lay another hand on you, you heard the front door open. Another man with his face hidden made his way into your field of vision. He was wearing a tight ski mask with a poorly drawn frown on the front, covered by the yellow hood of his shirt.

"Both of you. We need to leave. Now."

"I'm not going anywhere until I've bashed this whore's skull in!"

"You don't have much of a choice. Neighbors heard the commotion and called the cops."

"Oh for FUCKS sake!"

With that, he roughly shoved you back to the ground and released you before heading towards the door with the hooded man. They were both followed by the shorter male with the goggles. He turned his head towards you again before walking out with the others.

"I'll see you ag-gain soon, p-princess!"

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. You were unable to move from your spot on the floor. Tears made their way from your eyes as your entire body shook. You definitely weren't gonna be sleeping tonight after that.

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about my zombie au but make it modern.

Where he doesn't get it from zombies, rather then failed testing so now his cancer is literally coming to the front of his skin and "rotting off" it was supposed to be an experimental cancer treatment but now he's got almost every symtom of a zombie minus the feralness.

His muscles are regenerating so quickly from the rotting that he has an obvious limp, he struggles to hold or carry heavy objects, his jaw isn't working properly, he needs help to swallow, he STINKS even MORE but Logan is nose blind to it by now. Overall, it's the same Wade just way, way more disabled, of course Logan becomes his caregiver.

But Wade still needs to eat a lot of meat, infact he's borderline carnivore now. The only "Feralness" he has now is like Eddie when he first was bonded with Venom, and he kept eating dead meat, only to eat a lobster raw. He doesn't exactly NEED live food, Raw food definitely makes him more "Full". Hank is still trying to figure out why, but he thinks it has something to do with the enzymes breaking down the virus. Logan's seen him "go feral" and eat a rat, tho. Which.. yeah, that was weird, but it was before Logan figured out that Wade needed meat to survive.

One of the ideas I have is Logan holding his wrist and taking sentiant "zombie" wade through the store only for him to wonder off from the cart and Logan sighing, having to gently drag him away from the ground beef packages like "No sweetheart.. I know you're hungry. I'll feed ya when we get home." Only for Wade to groan in protest but follow obediently.

Because of this constant changing, his mind has become very priority based, experiencing less complex emotions and understanding less concepts too. For example, He sees Logan. Wade likes Logan. Logan is holding puppy. Wade loves puppy!! Wade is happy because he saw Logan and Puppy. Simple.

Someone gives him a look at he's dead ass staring at the rotisserie chicken and Logan just pulls the "Sorry, he's not allowed out of the house much" and sighs, letting him hold chicken. "Wait, Wade. Wait." He tells him, like a dog waiting for its treat.

He tries to eat his chicken in the store before they pay for it, but Logan dosn't let him. Wait, why was Logan taking his chicken? Was he bad? He said he could have the chicken? Why can't he eat it now? Why does he have to wait? Wade doesn't understand that devouring an entire chicken in the store is socially unacceptable.

Have you ever seen a zombie happily (and food reactivly) hold their chicken staring at it all the way to the car like a kid with a toy? The moment they're in the van, Logan lets him start to eat it, helping him swallow at times and taking the small bones out. "Careful Darlin'. Not too fast. You don't wanna throw up again, do ya? Good. Slow. There ya go."

Logan reaches over to take some bone away knowing Wade will try to eat it and Wade holds the container close, glaring and growling at him.

"Oi, don't you growl at me! You and I both know you can't eat this!"

Despite being much simpler, though, he still has much pain and often tells Logan how much he hurts, sometimes even coming to him smiling, just informing him of the devastating feeling in his legs and arms, joints mainly.

"Logan. This hurts." He points to his knee and then just.. limps away.

"Oh.. wait what? What hurts, bub? Wade? Mmh....Well I'm proud of you for telling me anyway.." as he already left the room to go back to what ever he was doing.

Fortunately for Wades sake, This "zombie" disese isn't contagious unless the other person has a lot of cancer too, so Wade can still sit on Logans lap, giggling and kissing him to death.

It's just so innocent. Him kicking his feet and holding his neck, Kissing his lips over and over with such a happy grin.

"Oh yeah?.. another??.. yeah? Oh, man. So many kisses today. Someones happy to see me- wait what did you do? Did you eat a rat again?"

"...."

"Waaadde those rats have diseases!"

"Mmh..."

Some days, when Logan comes to check on Wade from his long naps, he freaks out because there, laying in front of him, is Wade with his eyes rolled back, jaw open and not breathing. The stench of death is always around Wade, but it is far more intense. Logan would shake him. Scold him. Beg him to wake up. Plead with Hope to give him back. He was terrified for the day that she kept him from his arms without a word. When and if Wade finally COULD die and stay dead, Logan wanted told- scratch that.

Since his body is on over drive with trying to regenerate rapidly, he's always starving and often is tired. If he's not eating, he's sleeping.

He NEEDED told. He needed to say goodbye. Forever. If she took him without letting him bid his lover bye, he didn't know what he would do, and he knew it would hurt. He knew he'd hurt others in a blind fit of rage, But Wade deserved to be told goodbye. Esspecially if he was still in this stage of brain deteriation where he wouldn't understand until it was too late.

When Wade does finally gasp to life and is pulled from his deep sleep, He hugs Logan tightly, telling him he was okay and was just sleeping. He sleeps so deeply now that his heartbeat is practically non-existent, and sometimes it does.

People say it's a miracle that Logan stayed with him. How 'brave' he is for 'putting up' with Wade's more advanced special needs, how gross wade is now, and 'Who would wanna have sex with that?', but Logan didn't understand. It's now that Logan is realizing just how much people said to Wade in private because they used to tell him all these things, just in secret. But now they were telling Logan to his face.

It enrages him. Why would they ever say that? He loves Wade. So why in gods name would he ever leave him? He said till (permanent) death do them part. And he means it. Wade was already disabled when they met. Why would it matter if he was more disabled now?

[fromkenari]

some sentences sunday

I didn't get to write today like I wanted to, so here's a bit of what I wrote yesterday for the "Josh and Buck Go to a Gay Bar" one-shot fic.

"ID, darling, or no entry," a voice said, and Buck couldn't immediately place the gender of the owner of the fingernail prodding him. He stared for a second too long as he processed what was happening and then looked to Josh, who gave him an encouraging nod. "Yeah, sorry," Buck flustered with an apologetic smile as he dug out his wallet and handed over his driver's license. The person carding him looked between him and the driver's license before chuckling. "1991? I don't believe it. Tell me, when is your birthday, Evan?" Buck flustered impossibly more as his eyes widened. "Oh, uh--" He briefly looked at Josh again before returning to the doorperson. "J-June twenty-seventh," he stammered. "Are you sure?" Buck's brow rose, and he nodded. "Yes, June 27th, 1991," he confirmed before he told himself to breathe. "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not…" he trailed off, nervous and realizing he was saying too much. "You're not what, dear?" The tone was more serious now. "I'm not used to being carded. Not recently, anyway," Buck replied with a smile and another nervous look at Josh, who was watching the exchange with a grin. The doorperson laughed before handing back his driver's license. "You haven't been to many fun bars recently, Evan. Honestly, I pegged you more as a Virgo than a Cancer." "So, I can go inside, right?" Buck tried, still nervous, as he put away his ID. "Of course, you can. I'm just flirting with you because I'm bored."

tagging people who might be interested: @holidayslinger @louisferrignojr

(this moment is inspired by all the people who used to fuck with me when carding me, so I had to stay, and they could flirt with me while my tipsy oblivious ass just got incredibly anxious and my friends would get a kick out of it because nearly every time it happened I blanked on when my birthday was)

[jamsterrr]

P. SEONGHWA . . . FATAL ATTRACTION 9 ⭑.ᐟ

seonghwa. fatal love. ex lovers. “ i want you again .. “

description ; thinking it was for the best , breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years since you both “ grew apart “ but when a mis understanding comes about. what will happen when you’re forced to spend time together, what happened to those “ we just grew apart “ feelings.

seonghwa!ateez x female!reader

words : 2.2k

contains. ‼️ ; cursing , sexual scenes , 18+ content , fighting , betrayal , may contain typos , slight slow burn. ( let me know if i miss anything ! )

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 8 here.

———— .. ᯓᡣ𐭩 ( part nine ) ᡣ𐭩ᯓ .. ————

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

The time for the vacation was coming to an end. Though, tensions were still high in the cabin. The parents did as much as possible to try and distract everyone. At the end of the day, you were adults in all right? Seonghwa carried a bag filled with sunscreen, beach towels, snacks and food for Pop, the only person truly staying away from him was Lily, though he didn't seem to care with the millions of pets he was getting on his golden fur. Mr. Park was cooking on the grill. Already being forced to join the lake trip, you didn't want to get angry or annoyed, especially with Lily, you wanted to enjoy the last moments of the trip with the boy you lost but once got back.

You sat down on one of the beach towels Seonghwa spread out for you to tan on. "Want to rub this on my back?" you questioned as you could see a smirk appearing on his face. "Stop being gross" you rolled your eyes. "I'm not!" the male shouted defensively. You just rolled your eyes and handed the male the sunscreen, flipping over so he could rub it down your back. Seonghwa straddled your backside, applying the white liquid onto his pal, rubbing his hands together before starting to rub it down your back and shoulder. The male made sure to avoid your bikini strap, his large hands massaging as you made small groaning noises.

"Seonghwa." you groaned, glancing back at him. "I said my back, not my ass." he looked at you with a slight grin. "I just didn't want your buns to get toasted" the male laughed before getting off your back as you sat up to look at him. By the time he was finished. Mr. Park had already finished the burgers and joined the two older women in the water. Though Mrs. Song was doing what she always was, smoking her cancer stick and kicking her feet in the water.

You sat up from your spot. Seonghwa sitting behind you and wrapping his muscular arms around your body as you relaxed your back against his chest. "It's so nice out here" the male sighs, his attempt of a small conversation going slightly over your head as your eyes landed on Yeosang and Hongjoong, throwing water balloons at each other, a small smile spreading across your face.

Seeing Yeosang happy made your heart warm. He's always been there for you in any of the hard times you had, which also made you frown, feeling bad for not telling Yeosang and slightly abandoning him whenever you and Seonghwa broke up. Ignoring his phone calls, not answering his messages and acting as if things were fine when you saw him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a water balloon smashing onto your thigh as you gasped, the cold water hitting your stomach. "What the hell!" you shouted, glancing at Mingi who was laughing. "What?! I didn't do it" he laughed, your eyes glaring as you looked over to Hongjoong that was hiding something behind his back. You could feel Seonghwa's chest going up and down as he laughed before he got hit with a water balloon too.

Getting up, you laughed and shook your head, walking over to the two. "Uh oh, Y/N is coming" Hongjoong joked and tossed another water balloon at you with full force, it hitting your side. "Ah-! Joong!" You shouted, Yeosang handing you a balloon before you smacked the male ( Hongjoong ) that was running away in the back. "Ah-! It stings!" He laughed.

After, Seonghwa joined you in the water balloon fight, Mingi tossing some as well before it was time for everyone to get ready to settle down and eat. The sun wasn't setting but the sky was painted Orange, yellow and pink hues. As you sat as the logged picnic table that could fit all 9, making sure to stay as far as possible from Lily. The wind was cool and Pop laid quietly by your legs under the seat you and a couple others were sitting on. You had long covered you body with the oversized y-shirt Seonghwa brought for you to wear.

Your elbows rested gently on the table, the sound of laughter overcoming your ears, today had been a good day so far, and you were happy you decided to come. "Since the trip is coming to an end, i'd love for everyone to say what their favorite part was." Mrs. Park spoke. She looked at you and then around as you avoided eye contact before she turned to Lily. "Want to start?" The woman asked and Lily stood up tall and proud, smiling as she looked around as she glanced at everyone.

How was she not even embarrassed to be there anymore?

"I would like to start off by thanking Mr. And Mrs. Park for allowing me the opportunity to come to the Lake trip, I had such a blast from swimming, to hiking to just the family dinners like this one that we are having. Though some people at this table aren't even family to begin with" she said suggestively, you blocking her out until you heard a couple of gasps coming from the others mouths. Yeosang looking at you with his mouth agape, the same faces were shared to Mrs. Park, Mr. Park and Mrs. Song. Mingi's eyes were widened to. Seonghwa's grip from your waist loosened. "You two aren't together anymore?!" Mrs. Park questioned loudly. You felt your heart drop as you recalled the words Lily said, shooting your eyes to her. "What the fuck, how do you even know about that you shouted to Lily, standing up, feeling heat rise in your body. Enough was enough. And you've had enough with her, sticking her nose into something she didn't even know about.

"What the hell Mingi! Why did you tell your girlfriend?!" Seonghwa shouted, standing up from the logged picnic table. "I didn't tell her!" the male shouted back. "She must've overheard our conversation, but I didn't even know she was there." By the tone of Mingi's voice you could tell he wasn't lying. Lily stood there. "I thought they knew!" she shouted before you lunged at her.

Punching the woman dead in her nose once again before you straddled her waist. Connecting punches and slaps to her face, causing her to become red quickly. All the pent-up frustration of you trying to be the bigger person boiled your blood. Seonghwa widened his eyes and tried to pull you off of the woman. But you used restraint, continuing to slap the woman that squirmed under you. From your frustration you've been holding back.

Since the first lake day, the smart conversations, her taking your panic attack as a joke. Calling it attention seeking. You were tired.

"Get her off of me!!" Lily screamed and cried under you, her face red and slightly bloody, her nose broken. You knew if you didn't stop, she'd press chargers and you would be out of a job, stopping you cried, falling back into Seonghwa's arms as Lily ran to Mingi's, him pushing her off and walking off.

"W-what are you doing?!" she screamed, tears running down her face. "I'm tired of you Lily, you're a nasty person, every day you do something jerky to someone and why is it targeted to Y/N hm???" he yelled, finally snapping, finally having enough of whatever she was throwing. "Ba-babe!" she shouted out as he ignored her, leaving the girl in shambles.

Sniffles escaped as you sighed, trying to take deep breathes.

Yeosang stood up in the midst of it all. "Me and Hongjoong are dating!" he shouted out, causing everyone to snap their way. "What?!" Mrs. Park yelled. Everything hitting everyone at once. A lot of frustration still in the air. "I don't think this was the right time to say this baby..." Hongjoong said, gently pulling the male back down to sit comfortably in his lap. Yeosang was hurt.

You couldn't even think or imagine the conversation you would have to have with him later. It felt like everything was coming down. Pop ran to you and Seonghwa. "I want to go home..." you mumbled to Seonghwa as he nodded, gently picking you up. "I think that's a good idea, we can leave first thing in the morning" He said, making an unwritten promise.  

--

As everyone slowly one by one made their way down to the cabin house. It was quiet almost as if no one was there. Only mumbles could be heard from people in their separate rooms. Mingi laid down in the living room, letting Lily have the room. You slowly made your way out the room and down the hall to where you knocked on the room door softly of Yeosang and Hongjoong. After a few seconds, you heard the shuffle of feet and saw the doorknob rattle. "God-!" Hongjoong jumped and looked at you. "Y/N, why are you so close to the door" he exclaimed as you chuckled nervously and stepped back. "Sorry, is Yeosang awake, I really want to talk to him" you spoke. The guilt hitting you as you stood there. "So, what is with you and Seonghwa, are you two back together? Why didn't you two tell us you broke up?" the male asked curiously.

With a breathy sigh you cleared your throat. "It was hard for the both of us, I was too focused on work and I guess Seonghwa couldn't understand that, but we are all good, we are back together now" You explained as Hongjoong nodded and cleared his throat. "Well, I'm mad because you didn't tell me, but relieved you did now, we are friends, I might not be as close as you and Yeosang, but I'm always here to listen whenever you need someone" the male spoke softly as you nodded. Hongjoong stepped away from the door for a second before Yeosang came out, he looked at you and you could see the hurt in his eyes. "Can we talk?" you asked before he nodded and slipped his slippers on. Stepping out into the hallway and you led the male downstairs, stepping out onto the back porch as you saw Mrs. Song sipping some wine as you and Yeosang stopped.

"Oh, Y/N i wanted to say something to you." the woman spoke as you and Yeosang stepped onto the porch. "Thank you for the show earlier. Lily truly deserved what she got, she talked to me a couple of day ago about why she was doing all of this."

You raised you eyebrow, you didn't think you needed to be praised for beating someone up, perhaps breaking their nose and making them bleed. "What was it?" you asked before the woman spoke again.

"She likes Seonghwa."

Both you and Yeosang gasped as you listened to the woman. "Something about you stealing him from her, but for as long as i can remember, you and him always clicked so i was confused." The woman took a swirl of her wine before clearing her throat. "But thank you for helping Mingi figure out that there are better fish in the sea" the woman spoke, gently hugging you from the side before she made her way back inside, leaving the back porch to just you and Yeosang so you two could finally talk.

All of the sudden you were dropped information, but the most important thing was talking with Yeosang to get everything straight.

You turned to the male and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"I just don't understand why Y/N, Why didn't you tell me. You ignored my phone calls and messages for weeks, I just wanted to know what was going on with you and you continuously lied to me." His tone hurt and rightfully so. You did lie to him multiple times. You took a shuddered sigh before starting.

"I didn't tell you because it was hard, I'd been dating Seonghwa for 3 years, and him breaking up with me, I thought I could handle it but I was wrong, you had things going on for yourself and I truly didn't want to bother you with my problems. Yeosang shook his head and put his hand on your shoulder. His eyes tearing up.

"You're my best friend Y/N, I'm always here for you no matter the problem or what I'm going through." "I promise to tell you any and everything for the rest of my life, I love you Sangie."

The male gently hit your shoulder, shaking his head. "Don't call me that again" he frowned and gently wrapped his arms around you as you returned it. "I love you too" the male said back.

You and Yeosang let the hug linger for a while, getting to see the sunset with each other before you both walked into the cabin. Despite Lily being there, you were able to rekindle a bunch of relationships with the people you loved, and at the end of the day, that was all that truly mattered, not a jealous woman.

Jealousy isn't cute.

You and Yeosang made your way back up to the rooms, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek as you both went your separate ways for the night. Flopping down on the bed as you sighed. “Last day..” you mumbled in the sheets.

a/n: ahhh it’s finally out, the secret of why Lily doesn’t like you that much. but i hope you truly enjoy it! <33

qotd: what’s your favorite thing about the story?

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 10 here.

[gg-neptune]

Arguments

A/N: Sorry this kinda sucks. My aunt died a day after we found out her cancer came back so it's been rough to say the least. I hope you like it feedback is welcome and appreciated.

Warning: angst? (i think), crying, arguing

Sum: Just HC of how I think Severus Snape would be if you guys got into an argument.

Snape is a pretty possessive guy

Obsessive too and jealous

This can be the cause for a lot of arguments between you guys even if you find his tendencies endearing

He isn’t like this with anyone but he sees you too close to a guy who looks a bit too much like James one night

You don’t even have to be talking to him or know of his existence it set’s Severus off

It just makes his blood boil with rage

He genuinely can not stand it

In public he will huff and be overly quiet glaring at the table not looking at you at all no matter what you say to him

The entire night he will do this

He won’t be petty and seek attention from another woman but he will avoid you if he can

So when you get back to any sort of privacy and you're like “Hey what the heck man.”

He will just glare at you and basically spit at you, “Oh don’t act like you don’t know. Basically fucking that man with your eyes.” Or something like that

Of course your caught off guard not even knowing who is he talking about at first most likely, the other person didn’t matter to you at all 

You don’t appreciate being talked to like that especially after just being ignored either so you clap back which just leads to an argument

So now your arguing

He won’t raise his voice at you, but when he speaks you can hear how upset and mad he is

He’s cold and he’s glaring his voice is laced with a malice you’ve rarely heard never been directed at you before

Even if you aren’t sensitive and have thick skin he can reduce you to tears without thinking twice

Depending on how mad he is he might comfort you

If it’s not too bad he’ll feel bad for you and come to your aid even if your still pissed

He’d let you cuss, hit, punch, kick, scream at him whatever you might need he’d just hold you still seething but in his right mind enough to know to keep quiet

Eventually in this scenario he’s calm down that night even if you try to egg him on

Trying to make him mad and picking a fight might help him oddly enough

Proves to him you like him enough to care to fight with him over this

He won’t apologize until your both laying in bed

He’s got you in his arms and feels content enough to put his pride up and mutter sorry into your hair softly

Not even sure if your still awake 

But when you barely groan back at him in an acceptance of his apology he lightly smiles before falling to sleep as well

Now there is another scenario

Where he is just so fucking mad

He will not really notice

Maybe his brain registers them somewhere but not enough for him to stop his words

Eventually you just leave the argument is going nowhere and there's no point

It takes him a few days but he comes around

The first day he is still so livid any sighting of you immediately his blood will start to boil with anger

And soon it wears off and he starts to feel better about catching glimpses of you

He will return to your room after a few days wanting to talk

Not wanting to apologize cause he most likely thinks he is in the right still

At this point you just have to hope you're both level headed enough to not get into another fight, he can keep his nerves calm but can you?

When he starts to see your point of view he will feel so ashamed of himself

He won’t look at you as he mutters out a small apology trying to keep his voice level

Even if he is an ass the whole argument started because he was afraid of losing you to another man

You will need to say the exact words, “I accept your apology. I am not mad at you anymore.” for him to move on and look you in the eye again

If you need time he will feel scared but he can back off and give you an extra day or two but he won’t last longer than that

When you do come to terms he won’t be as close to you as he normally is as first scared you will run him off

All it takes is you grabbing hold of him and pulling him to you to reassure the poor man

He will most likely still feel bad about it for a while after but he will do his best to make it right not so much to gain your approval but to prove to himself he’s worthy of your affection

[brujitaadinbo]

I'm back again with my crazy posts about DINBO parallelism and other iconic couples from cinema or any material. I have had a lot of things to do but I have taken the time to watch Batman content, because I love it, it is one of many favorite characters I have. Watching one of the cartoons of this character I saw a beautiful reference to Catwoman---Batman, in that connection that they have always had.

They are both wounded people, trying to move forward, healing on their own and then healing together, but the process is long and good, there is still a lot of development left (plus they are going to want to exploit Batman every time they can with more movies or series, ect)

Selina and Bruce are a magnetic couple and they complement each other, they don't need to be cheesy or be together all the time, because in their intimate moments, they show each other everything. The hero in the making and the antihero who seeks redemption.

Very much in the style of Din djarin and Bo katan; These two are more possessive of their responsibilities and more closed BUT they recognize well when they feel attracted, when they feel good working together and taking care of each other, sharing moments, living in the moment without labels.

It's something I love; in many comics and series such as Batman Rush Selina and Bruce understand each other very well, so much so that Catwoman and Batman also coincide and suddenly even their hidden personalities come to light. So they work as a team, their romantic dates destroy criminals and save the city, kicking ass.

It reminds me a lot of Din and Bo in their adventures with Grogu, solving problems together, traveling, having adventures, destroying imperials.

I love that Batman in his own way is protective of Catwoman but I feel like he can improve that, he is a very dense character and still has things to fix, just like Selina.

Something like Din; He doesn't talk much but he shows with actions that there are people he cares about and will protect them at all costs, just like Bo.

Din and Batman have as much in common, as do Bo and Selina.

And hey, I don't deny that they have a long way to go to become a healthier couple, but hey, with so much that they've been through, who would be completely fine?

Who is not sick in some way in their emotions???

For the same reason, I relate them to DINBO because both couples fight to be better, more balanced, even if they separate for a while or are together at another time.

I love that both Din and Bruce, although they don't talk much or don't express themselves well at all, when they do, they are very tender and know how to melt the heart of the person they are talking to with their words. .

Just like when they talk to Selina or Bo and they almost always leave them speechless, they don't know how to react. As much as to flatter them or to apologize to them and even an I love you like Batman says in the comics to Selina or a "I'll serve you" to Bo Katan.

And now to close this post; I love how Batman and Catwoman have that very particular and acid humor, their own silly jokes and she accepts them. Like when she gets pregnant, they don't know it yet and he offers her a "Bati bucket" for nausea or when they are already checking Selina and she tells him "it's cancer" he with a soft smile tells her "it's not." and she takes it with her typical humor LOL

It reminds me a lot of Din and Bo's humor, their own jokes "the element of surprise" and those knowing laughs. Or that Bo is ironic about the pog soup thing.

That Din tells her "that's what happens for stealing imperial ships" and she responds that way. Very consistent with their personalities.

I love it and I will continue sending DINBO, getting information and parallels as long as I can. And batman and catwoman are my roman empire.

this is the way.

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

2024 thank yous

I wanted to make a post of gratitude for all those who've helped me this year, and mom too. It was a tough year, probably one of my toughest--and that's including years past when I was way more suicidal. Firstly, a few who stand out...

@voiceboss - thank you for your extreme kindness. Your VA work for my birthday, and the soon to be gift to mom. All you've done even if it's just sending a nice message, it does matter <3

@regulusmasamune so glad we reconnected, I could not have made it through this time without your endless support. Keep on working on that art, and all those struggles, I will support you in any way I can

@eliza-the-hunted a new and amazing friend I met this year! I adore you, and want to see you grow!! You are kicking cancer's ass and I hope you know how proud of you I am!!

@redrabbit2067 thank you so much for the handcrafted Scarecrow plush AND a generous donation help me pay rent. I have Jon on my desk right now and I'm always marveling over details on him

AND ---

Thank you to ALL the artists/creators who made my birthday amazing. I saved each and every gift to a special folder on my computer. And for all those who donated, from the 2 dollar gifts to the 200 dollar gifts, I can not tell you how grateful I am. I plan to pay it forward when I can. Not naming names for privacy, but those of you who donated big amounts will forever live in my heart. Those who went out of their way to help me, and my mom, wow....I'm still shook today.

This coming year will open new doors, bring better things. I'm hoping in just a few months that mom will be home, as she's making amazing progress. I'm gonna do my best to stay positive and keep a smile. Moffy loves ya all <3

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 24: Never Alone

Chapter Word Count: 5,192

TW (Another heavy chapter)

1) Talks of cancer/dying 2) Child death mentioned 3) parent death mentioned 4) a LOT OF DEATH MENTIONED 5) SA/p*d*philia mentioned ( very briefly) 6) murder mentioned (complicated)

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“I-” You let out a labored breath, laying on the mat floor of the gym. “I want to die.” 

“Mouse, I only made you run for ten minutes.” Chan leaned over you, arms crossed over his chest, unimpressed by your dramatics. “That was just the warm up. We are going to be training every day since that’s my job now.”

After the adventures of a new car and a very pointed dick joke the night before, after breakfast the next morning, Seungcheol called you and Chan into his office. At first, you thought the leader was going to scold you for last night's comment, but why have Chan there if he was going to do that? 

Then Seungcheol explained that he had taken your…suggestion from two weekends ago into consideration and Chan was going to be training you in more self defense and hand to hand combat. After Chan and he determine you are up to decent standards, specifically Seungcheol’s standards, you’d start to work with Minghao with weapon training ranging from blades to guns, then maybe you’d be working with Junhui on long range shooting. However, you would need continuous and constant practice to perfect the training they were giving you, which you would gladly do.

“Come on,” Chan grabbed your hand and tugged on your arm weakly before you slowly got to your feet. “I know Soonyoung has seen the level of your self defense, but we are going to take the basics of what you already know and turn it into actual combat training. Cheol wants you to be able to take on someone around Soonyoung’s size or even Shua’s size. On days we don't practice combat, you’ll be doing cardio or weight training to build stamina and muscle.” 

“So you are going to kick my ass until I’m in decent enough shape?” 

“Pretty much, and don’t think because we are the same age that I’ll go easy on you.” Chan smirked and you scoffed. 

“Didn’t expect you to, not that I want to go easy. I was serious when I said that I wanted to be able to hold my own.”

Chan studied you for a moment, his eyes roaming your face for something but he only huffed a laugh through his nose. “Let’s get started then.” 

You wouldn’t say Chan training you was easy, not even close. 

He had expectations of milestones you should be meeting, he had made a whole training calendar you’d be keeping with or without him there. The first week was hard, you had to change your diet some to promote muscle building and drastically reduce the amount of caffeine you consumed in a day. You were downing much more water or vitamin drinks to keep you energy up without the caffeine.

After work, you’d drive to the penthouse building and head to the basement where you’d work out, practice your balance and fighting forms, and throw punches at a punching bag. Sometimes Mingyu and Wonwoo would stumble in, Mingyu training the latter for any matches or Seokmin would come work out beside you and Chan, giving plenty of encouragement. Jeonghan popped in, saying he was taking you to dinner one of the nights since Chan was ‘keeping you to himself.’

It was becoming the most you’ve spoken to Chan alone since getting yourself wrapped up in SVT. He’d complain about Seungkwan messing with him or how Changbin was pestering him to hang out when they both had the time. You’d tell him about the boring desk work you’d do or how your one coworker was bothering you to take him for a ride in your new car, which you turned down each time all week . Both of you laughed when you explained that Seokmin ‘set the guy straight’ and he came apologizing with his tail between his legs. 

But you also noticed that Chan seemed brighter, happier than he had been other times you saw him. Most days, he’d had a looming shadow following him, placing on a smile that did nothing in your eyes to hide the chip that weighed on his shoulders. The dark circles under his eyes were lighter, maybe sleeping more compared to the usual late nights. He was serious but he was able to sit on the matted floor at the home gym giggling about how Vernon and Seungkwan did something funny the day prior. 

In this state, you don't struggle to realize that Chan wasn’t as old as some of the others, he was a twenty-four year old guy. He had a love for music and some dancing, even if he’d probably never show you, and he had a sense of humor that was immature but fun loving. Chan knew how to push the other guys buttons but they also knew how to mess with him even the smallest bit to annoy him. 

Late Friday night, after a lovely dinner with Joshua, Chan pulled you into the gym outback. You started with endurance, running side by side on the treadmill before moving onto some weights, mainly working on your arms and chest, and ended it out with some hand to hand training with Chan using hand and body pads. 

You don’t know when the two of you ended up sitting on the floor, but Chan was going on and on, barely taking a breath between laughter.

“No no!” He continued to laugh, the sound itself contagious. “One time, Seungkwan tried to dye his hair himself in the bathroom of our first place and got the color everywhere in the bathroom. I’m saying navy blue was all over the sink and then the shower. He said he spilled it then Vernon said he tried to help him and I knew it was all over from there.” 

Now you were laughing, feeling Chan’s head bonk against your leg, watching him hold his stomach and roll on the floor. “Then- God if you were there- If you saw Cheol’s face when he went into the bathroom, I’ve never seen him more disappointed. After that he said no one is ever dying their hair in the bathroom again because he’d personally pay for anyone to get their hair done.” 

“Ohh, can I get that? I could use a cut and color.” Dramatically you flipped some hair over your shoulder and Chan only smiled wide and bright, staring up at the ceiling. 

“I had pink hair once. It wasn’t my favorite but I wanted to try a bunch of different hair colors. I think I’ve done all of the rainbow aside from red.” 

The image of Chan with different colored hair and styles was comical. You were so used to seeing him with dark brown or even black hair that anything different looked weird in your imagination. 

“Did you used to dye it yourself?” 

He shook his head, “Never in a million years. One of my…” Chan paused, tilting his head side to side. “One of my foster moms was a hair stylist and she let me do whatever I wanted to my hair as long as I had a good head on my shoulders.” 

“She sounds nice.” 

Chan hummed, nodding. “She was. The best foster mom my brother and I had. We spent four years with her and her husband. They started the process to adopt us but then she was diagnosed with stage three cancer. I was nearly twelve and my brother was nine when she died.” 

There was a distance in his gaze, an expression you know well when you were deep in thought or thinking back on things you’ve lived in the past. 

Reaching out, you patted some of his hair down that got messed up from his fit of laughter. “Can you tell me about them?” 

His eyes lifted and met yours, but you smiled, tilting your head to the side. 

“She…Her name was Mina and her husband was James.” Chan let out a breath, looking about the ceiling. “James was nice, it was his idea that they started fostering since Mina couldn’t have kids naturally. He always got my brother and me toys, and spoiled the hell out of us. Mina was the best, she always made us treats, let us be ourselves but taught us how to be decent kids. Mina got diagnosed and she started chemotherapy but it wasn’t looking good. We lost her then James just…shut down from what I remember. I had to call the police because he went off the deep end, had a mental breakdown. He loved her a lot…”

You saw him swallow and Chan sighed,  “Child services took us and we went to a shit house that sucked. Barely fed us, hurt us, I shielded a lot for my brother but then he got sick and they ignored it for a while. He got pneumonia and didn’t make it. I ran away after that.” 

Slowly, you continued to run a hand through his hair, hoping to ease some of the tension he was probably feeling. You said nothing, your heart ached for him, his situation was almost parallel with yours at some points. 

“It’s funny,” He scoffed, a weak smile on his face. “I used to have some hope that I’d wake up and this all was a dream.” 

That had you laughing quietly. “I think anyone in the foster system does. How did you end up in it?” 

“Our parents went out on a date and one of my friend’s parents were babysitting us. An eighteen wheeler hit them hard and the car rolled. I don’t know all the details still, I can’t bring myself to ask Wonu, but I heard my dad died on impact but my mom was still semi conscious when the police showed up and managed to tell them where we were. She died on the way to the hospital. We were in foster care with Mina and James days after.” 

“When you…ran away,” You didn’t know how to branch the question, you didn’t want to push him to answer something that he didn’t want to. “Was that how you found yourself with the guys? If you don’t want to answer don’t feel pressured-” 

“Have you ever killed someone? Wait- Dumb question. Don’t answer that.” He sat up, turning to face you, sitting criss-cross across from you. “Sorry.” 

Shaking your head, you raised a brow. “That isn’t the question I expected but at this point I should expect anything from you guys.” 

“When I ran away, I was fourteen, we spent two years in that shit house before my brother died, then I spent nearly two years bouncing around until Seungkwan and I stumbled upon each other, well, he stumbled upon me.”

“Stumbled? What, did he find you in an alley or some shit?” 

Chan looked away quickly and scratched the back of his neck. 

“Okay…” You leaned forward, placing your elbows on your legs. “Go on.” 

“I’m not going to go into all of it, it’s really messed up but I started working as a busboy at a restaurant. The chef was a big creep, definitely had a thing for…minors…” You gagged and he huffed a laugh. “Yeah tell me about it, but money was money and the job was easy. I was going to my usual spot to sleep for the night after work and he tried to proposition me…in an alley behind the restaurant. I said no, went to walk away, he grabbed me. We fought and I pushed him back hard and he tripped on something and his head got bashed into the brick wall.” 

“How does Kwan play into it?” 

“Seungkwan was walking home from somewhere, never really asked, but he said he heard me freaking out because the guy wasn’t waking up and I was trying to figure out what to do. There was a lot of blood because his head cracked open.” Looking down at his hands, Chan sighed, balling his hands into fists. “Seungkwan was so…calm. He said he was going to take me home and help me out. He took me inside to his mom and sisters saying I was a friend that needed a place to stay.” 

“And the guy?” 

“There weren’t any cameras in the alley, they found he had a high blood alcohol content, the alley was full of bottles and shit so they assumed he fell, bashed his head, and bled out.” 

“I can’t imagine how hard that was on you. Going through so much at a young age. You never got a break.” 

“That’s what I’m saying.” Though his eyes were sad, a smile spread on his lips. “Haven’t had a break for a day in my life.” 

You clapped your hands together, the sound they made had him furrowing his brows at you. “I know what we must do, Chan.” 

He chuckled, “Yeah, what is that?” 

“A cheat day, I want ice cream.” Quickly, you got to your feet, holding a hand out to him. “I think we both deserve it.” 

“You literally went for dinner with Joshua not five hours ago.” 

“Cheat day , Chan, not one meal. Come on. One big bowl of ice cream won’t hurt anything.” Giving him a wink, smiling wide, he took your hand and stood, shaking it firmly. 

“Fine, but I want chocolate chips and whip cream.” 

“I think that can be arranged.” 

“Wait so-” Seungcheol stared at the two of them in confusion. “You and Joshua are both dating Mouse?” 

“Yes, Cheol, that is what polyamory is. I’m dating Mouse, Mouse is dating me, but Joshua is also dating Mouse and she is also dating him.” 

Sitting in the office above the warehouse, the whole team just finished a meeting and went off while the three leaders stayed. They had moved from the conference table to the couches, finishing a discussion regarding the shipping company only to move onto a more…interesting conversation.

“And you are okay with that?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be? It was my idea.” Jeonghan laughed, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. “Out of the two of us, Shua is the possessive one.” 

“Will you stop saying that?” Joshua sneered, puffing his chest some. “I’m not possessive .” 

“Sure, anyways-” 

Seungcheol continued to stare at the two of them, eyes narrowed, mouth slightly agape. 

There wasn’t a single thought running through his head that wasn’t voicing concern and confusion for the entire situation. 

“Okay… And this was the reason why Mouse was locked in my office?” 

“Alright, well, there was more than that.” Trying to brush off the situation, Jeonghan waved his hand in the air but Joshua shook his head.

“No no. Tell him what you did.” Joshua pressed. 

Seungcheol was only going off the vague description of the situation Mouse gave but it wasn’t really helping now that he was getting the full thing. 

Jeonghan and Joshua held a stare between one another before Jeonghan dropped his shoulders in defeat, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

He started from the beginning, keeping any flair and dramatics to a minimum thanks to Joshua’s interjections to add anything to the story. From the moment Jeonghan knew Joshua started to like Mouse to the moment he got Seokmin into the plan, it made sense to Seungcheol. If he really thought about it, he could see it.

“Wait a damn minute, is that why you said to give Mouse a chance? The night after the Ruby incident?” His attention turned to Joshua. 

“I mean, me liking her wasn’t the full reason but it was part of it. And don’t put it all on me mister ‘I care about her like I care about the rest of you’.” 

“I’m missing something.” Jeonghan interjected but both Joshua and Seungcheol waved him off. 

That made the middle of the three continue his story. Joshua mocked him, putting his best Jeonghan voice on and quoted the 'I want you to date my girlfriend too’ line which had Seungcheol gagging in response. 

“I can’t believe the two of you. Isn’t it weird to be dating the same person?” 

“It’s only weird if you make it weird, Cheol~” 

“Well it’s weird. I’m going to get some actual work done.” Standing from the couch, he motioned towards the door. “Go do something useful.” 

“Grumpy as always, Cheol. Such a shame you don’t have a hot girlfriend like we do.” 

“Out!” The raise in his voice had no bite but Joshua and Jeonghan were snickering as they left the office space. 

Moving to his desk, Seungcheol fell into his chair, sighing heavily and picking up some documents before him. 

He tried to read over the words but the relationship the two were in with Mouse wasn’t settling with him. He couldn’t tell what was throwing him off about it or why but it left a bad taste in his mouth.

It wasn’t a matter of trust, he did trust the three of them to be smart, it was…something else that he couldn’t put his finger on. 

Monday to Wednesday, Chan had canceled your one on one sessions but told you to go to the basement gym at the penthouse and continue working out. Jihoon was waiting for you, saying he’d be helping with your weight training and endurance until Chan was back. When you tried to ask if everything was alright with the youngest, Jihoon made a face, somewhere between disgust and disappointment, but he only said Seungcheol sent him out on an op and he’d be back soon. 

Thursday, no one was at the gym, Jeonghan and Joshua were both working late, so you went through the motions by yourself, even wrapping your own hands and throwing some punches at the punching bag. Sona had showed up towards the end of your solo session, disregarding her own work out in exchange to go out and get some food. 

That’s how you landed yourself in a dinner with Sona, chowing down on some heavenly gravy fries, hearing her rant about some idiot messing up a shipment and Jeonghan was not happy about needing to stay late. She had worked all morning and afternoon so she left before seeing the outcome but insinuated it wasn’t probably a good one. 

“Ohh, no one told me we were going out.” Wooyoung’s voice had you jumping, feeling him slide into the booth beside you while Crow – Changbin – and Pluto – Yeonjun – got into the booth with Sona. “Fancy meeting your guys here, are we having a girls night?” 

“Well, we were having a good dinner until your cringe ass showed up.” Both you and him stared at each other before breaking out into smiles and sharing a hug. “Good to see you, Woo.” 

Returning the sentiment, Wooyoung nodded to the other two, giving smiles of their own. “You guys too, nice to see familiar faces. What brings you to this side of the city?” 

“I just got back into town.” Yeonjun pointed to the fries, giving you and Sona a look of approval before grabbing some. “We went out but got bored, Chan isn’t in town from what we heard so we came here and found you two.” 

Nodding along, you picked at the fries yourself, ordering another and some cheese fries when the waitress came by. “What exactly did you get bored of?” 

Woonyoung huffed, pouting his lips. “Joong kicked us out because we were annoying them to play poker with us.” 

“Then we went to Ruby but the DJ sucked – tell Apollo about that later by the way – so we wondered here.” Changbin scoffed. “What a boring day.” 

“Tell me about it.” You chuckled. 

“I enjoy all of your company but five is a crowd and I’ve been awake since four in the morning.” Sona slid over a black card towards you, “Use this for the night, give it back when I see you next.” 

“Ohh, company card.” Woonyoung snatched it up, holding it between his two fingers and examining the blank plastic with a smirk on his lips. 

“Ay, hands off, loser.” You took it back, watching as Changbin and Yeonjun got up to let Sona out. “Have a good night. I’ll slip this to Gyu since you see him more.” 

She gave a wave before she disappeared out the door, leaving you with the others. 

“So, Mouse, tell me about your boring day job you should totally quit since you have sugar daddies.” Yeonjun’s words had you laughing. 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Giving a roll of your eyes, you thanked the waitress when she came back with the two plates of fries, smiling brightly. “I just work for the government, you know, on a task force that is supposed to be looking for SVT when we have the time.” 

Both Changbin and Woonyoung snorted. You shook your head. 

“It sounds ridiculous, I know.” 

“That’s an understatement, Chan told us what the big guy got you. Imported too? Which one are you dating again?” 

“Oh oh! I know this one, now she has two of them wrapped around her finger.” Wooyoung was diving into the food, snickering. 

“Damn, my boy Chan really gives you too much information on me.” 

“Mm, that is what happens when you are the same age. We might be separate groups, but we keep tabs on each other. The tea is always hot.” 

“Which two?” Changbin leaned in curiously. 

Wooyoung lowered his voice, smirking wider. “ Loki and Hades. ” 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you are sleeping your way to the top.” You laughed once more at Yeonjun’s comments, shaking your head. 

“Trust me when I say we aren’t even close to that.” Smiling to yourself, you rested your hand in your hand. “Both of them are perfect gentlemen, you know, aside from all the insanity.” 

“Eh, it adds to the excitement.” 

“Trust me, I have enough excitement in my life thanks to all of them.” 

Seeing Chan for the first time in nearly a week, he seemed…off. There was a distance in his gaze, a hollowness that he couldn’t shake. Talking to him showed he was barely paying attention, even if it was Seungkwan or Vernon.

Friday he had barely made it through dinner without going off to his room for the night, not being seen until you found him in the early hours of Saturday, sitting all bunched up in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he sat on the back patio. 

It was late, Jeonghan had woken up when you got out of bed but you said you just needed to get something to drink. Usually the house was dark but the light outside caught your attention, keeping you on edge until you saw Chan sitting by himself. 

You made two cups of hot chocolate, wrapping yourself in a blanket to fight off the night chill before you were heading out. 

Approaching slowly, you managed to get to his side, slowly bringing the first mug into his line of sight. He flinched at first but wide eyes looked at you in confusion before taking the cup, curling in on it to warm up. 

“How long have you been out here?” Pulling out a chair, you sat beside him, criss-crossing your legs to get comfortable. 

“Can’t really remember. Couldn’t sleep.” Chan sighed, taking a sip of the drink. “What about you?” 

“Couldn’t sleep, just one of those days.” You watched him lean his head up, looking to the near cloudless sky and to the moon above. “Not saying you have to, but I’m here if you want to talk about anything. I do know how to keep my mouth shut when needed.” 

Chan barely stirred, taking a breath in and sighing deeply. He seemed to be holding whatever was bothering him in, you couldn’t imagine how alone he might feel. He probably couldn’t even give the information easily.

Scooting your chair closer to his, you fixed your blanket to ward off the cold. “When I was in one of my last foster homes, I used to climb out my window, even if it was raining or snowing, and sit on the roof. When they found out, they’d scream at me but I didn’t care at that point. It was a moment of peace. I never wanted the moments by myself to end.” 

“Mouse…Do you ever regret anything you’ve done?” 

Your face scrunched up and you laughed, nodding. “Of course I do. I regret a lot of things in life, Chan.” 

“Do you talk about those regrets?” He turned his head towards you, the hollowness in his eyes staring back but there was sadness mingling around his gaze. 

“Sometimes. Seokmin once asked me if I regretted sneaking into the building the night I saw SVT. I told him I regretted going in, but a much larger, much more rebellious side of me, has never regretted it. I believe that you can regret things but also understand that you don’t have to dwell constantly on them.” 

“I regret a lot of things in my life.” 

The brokenness in his tone had your breath catching in your throat and you slumped your shoulders, sending him a sympathetic, soft smile. There was a moment of him studying your expression before he focused down on the mug, drinking the quickly cooling liquid. 

“Monday night…Minghao, Junhui, and I had to get a job done, ordered by Seungcheol. We traveled to one of our suppliers and…” He swallowed thickly, a shiver visibly running down his spine. “We slaughtered them, Mouse. All of them. They were in the process of giving up all our information to Monsta X. Minghao and Junhui only kept two of them alive to run back to fucking Shownu and tell him what we did.”

Suddenly, the burning of acid at the back of your throat was enough to place your mug down. It wasn’t the fact that they massacred a group, but the idea that they were in contact with Monsta X? That was what truly made you sick. Unexplainably disgusted. 

“When- Fuck-” Chan used one of his sleeves to wipe his face, taking a shaky deep breath to calm the tears that started to drip down his face. “When I started with SVT, I was just supposed to be a runner with Vernon, drugs and information, but Seungcheol got me into the shooting range and I was good, I still am. Then when Minghao and Junhui needed a hand, I was running with them, killing people .”

He was shaking and you took his mug, placing it down beside yours and had him sit facing you, using the blanket you had to help wipe his red, tear stained face. Chan was still holding in alot, but you only cooed, telling him to take a breath, take a moment to process. 

“I did as I was told, I followed orders, I’ve always followed orders from Seungcheol. He has done so much to get me out of shit situations. I owe him a lot, but every time I close my eyes, the chef is imprinted behind my eyelids and I can’t escape it. I usually don’t go as far with them, I usually just tie up loose ends and get a team to clean the area, that is fine, but when I need to get with them like this, what they do constantly? I can’t-” 

At this point, Chan was openly sobbing, curling in on himself. You shifted closer, opening your arms to him until he fell into you. The best you could, you wrapped your arms around him, dragging your hand up and down his back, just letting him let out all the emotions he was holding in. The tears seemed endless, seeping into the blanket and soon being felt against the skin of your shoulder. The grip he had wrapped around your torso was tight but you didn’t mind, knowing he needed to comfort one way or another. 

“I can’t keep killing people, Mouse-” He choked out the words, sucking in a strangled breath. “I can’t do it-”

“I know,” You were trying your best not to cry, wanting to stay strong so he didn’t see you crumble. “Have you talked to Cheol? If you were reacting like this, Chan, one day it’s going to be way too much.” 

Feeling him shake his head, you ran a hand through his hair, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he tried to calm himself. 

“I think-” He cleared his throat but didn’t move, “I don’t want Seungcheol to be mad at me if I tell him.” 

Frowning your brow, you huffed. “If Seungcheol is going to be mad at you because you are feeling overwhelmed and having a breakdown over it, then he is a shit leader.” 

“Don’t say that-” Chan tried to defend but when he did lift his head, you didn’t look impressed. “He cares a lot, I just…I don’t want him getting mad, he’d have to change things-” 

“Excuses, Chan. If he wanted to care about you guys like he boasts about, Seungcheol would be willing to change things.” 

“Please don’t tell him-” You could see the plea in his eyes. Chan begged, “Mouse, please-” 

“Chan, I can’t promise that.” Sighing, you wiped a stray tear from his chin. “Either you tell him or I will. We both know if this goes on longer, you won’t be able to cope with it…” 

He dropped his eyes before his head followed. You knew at that moment he wasn’t going to do it, there was an unspoken debt Chan had towards Seungcheol, even if Cheol knew it or not. 

You weren’t going to tell him that though, instead, you pulled the blanket he had on his shoulders around him tighter. “Let’s get inside, I’m fucking cold and I think you and I can use another cheat day.” 

Giving him a wink, you heard Chan give a whiny sigh. “You can’t keep having cheat days.” 

“Who said? You might be my trainer, but I am a grown woman that pays taxes!” 

“Hey, have you guys seen Mou-” 

“Sh-” Seungkwan shushed Joshua, making the older man stop in his steps. 

Looking curious, Seungkwan pointed from his spot at the table to the couch, not even looking up from his coffee. Joshua stepped over towards the couch, smiling softly at the scene before him. 

There, laying on the couch, curled up in the corner with Chan, was Mouse. Each of them were wrapped up in their own blanket, but two bowls of long finished ice cream that he could tell from the leftover sprinkles were on the coffee table. They were laying back to back, peacefully knocked out. 

“I found them like that an hour ago.” Seungkwan whispered. “He hasn’t slept well in days so I don’t want to wake them.” 

“She really does have some magic, huh?” Joshua made his way over to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“Maybe she can use that magic on Seungcheol and he can sleep for once.” 

That made him laugh, sitting across from Seungkwan. “I’d like to see her try.”

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petty thief/mob boss

stuck in interrogation rooms across from one another 

“i’ve been waiting to kick your ass all week.”

“i’m telling you, the guy’s innocent. just look at his file – look at his face. nobody that young and anxious can lead the country’s most notorious crime syndicate.”

the two officers glance into the plain white room. a dark-haired man sits inside, hands in his lap. he wears scuffed white sneakers and ripped blue jeans, and he shivers in a plain t-shirt. he’s staring across the hall into another room, where a younger man lazes with handcuffs around his wrists and a bored, dangerously calm expression – his head rolls in his direction and their supposed gang leader snaps his gaze quickly away, eyes wide as his knee bounces rapidly.

the older officer scoffs. “looks can be deceiving, junior. his handsomeness doesn’t make him innocent.” he shares a glance with another officer on the other side of the bullpen and claps a hand on his shoulder, herding him towards their suspect. the cadet fumbles with the manilla folder and clutches it to his chest.

“now,” he says assertively, “don’t speak to him. let me do the talking. guard the door in case he makes a run for it.”

the cadet isn’t sure that’s exactly protocol, but the senior officer has several major cases under his belt, and he’d be damned if he told an expert how to conduct himself. he nods, passing it over, and opens the door for him.

the officer takes a seat opposite the man, who watches them rigidly. he opens the folder and shuffles through the stapled and free sheets of paper silently, letting the room stew in uncomfortable tightness.

he whistles, impressed. “you’re a sky university graduate and student, mr kim? already one doctorate under your belt and you’re still studying?”

seokjin smiles tightly. “yes, sir.”

“what in, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“radiopathology. i’m going for a medical degree this round. sir,” he adds as an afterthought.

the officer locks his fingers together on the table. “studies like this – must cost you a fortune. how are you, financially?”

his gaze flicks to the younger officer by the door. he shrugs, small and tight, and his shoes scuff against the floor. he sighs, a haunted look in his eyes. “fine, i guess, but i’ll die before i pay off my student debt.”

the cadet snorts and covers it up with a cough. the senior officer gives him a sharp glance.

“then why continue?” he flicks through the pages, more for appearance than any mental refreshment. “your academic records tell me you could get a hefty paycheck, even fresh out of university, with your current doctorate. seems like overkill to me.”

something flickers over seokjin’s features. he drops his gaze and sits straighter, as if bracing himself. “my father developed cancer. an occupational hazard. with both degrees, i’ll gain the ability to not only prevent such deaths, but also to treat those in suffering, alleviating their pain.”

the officer eyes him with an unreadable smile. “you’ve practiced that.”

“yeah. i’ve had lots of experience with therapists and applying for tertiary grants. it gets easier to say every time.”

the officer leans in. seokjin leans away.

"so, will i be free to go anytime soon? i'm not trying to obstruct justice or anything, but i have a tutorial tomorrow at eight in the morning and i really need to get my affairs in order." seokjin frowns, mostly to himself. "i haven't even started my flashcards. i'm so screwed..."

"you'll be right to leave when i say so," he says sharply. "i've got a couple more questions for you, mr kim."

across the hall, a young woman in a blue pencil skirt and black heels enters the interrogation room. she shuts the door gently, sharp eyes raking the young man's figure, and shifts the folders against her chest.

"eyes up, little brother."

your gaze flickers upwards, following her without raising your head as she takes a seat across from you, smoothing her skirt beneath her legs.

"hello, yn," she murmurs, clasping neatly manicured hands over the files. "i haven't found you here since you were twelve. what would father say?"

"that i'm a terrible son. now everyone knows that i failed to get the job done."

she sighs, pursing her lips. "don't joke like this. what were you thinking? you're here for charges of petty theft and assault and battery. you're a better man than that."

"i fucked up, okay? it should've been a clean job – in and out without so much as a whisper. how the hell was i supposed to know that the lady had a side bitch? and," you lean forward, chains clinking as you press your palms against the table, "and, he threw the first punch. all i did was defend myself."

her eyes narrow into a glare. "you nearly killed the man! you're lucky he's not going to the media with this. there's only so much i can do for you, idiot, and i've only got two choices for you."

"jail time or – let me guess – community service?"

"no. jail time or help me find evidence for a case."

you blink. "what?"

she glances up at the camera in the corner of the room and sighs. "do you see the man across from you? white shirt."

you don't need to look over. "yeah. why, he your boyfriend?"

"he's the leader of an international crime syndicate. i know it. i just don't have the legal proof of it." she drums her fingers against the table. "this is where you come in. i need you to get close to him, grab some irrefutable audio recordings, and return to me. that's all i need."

you lean back in your chair, which creaks. you rub your eyes and wince. "fuck, noona, i'm not a grifter. i don't do long-cons. i like jewellery and shitty safes."

"it's either this or jail," she says firmly. "i can clean these charges off your record if i get him. let's just say that some very important people are banking on his arrest. please, yn – do it for me."

you shake your head incredulously, pressing your lips together. "you're asking cats to bark, noona. even if i wanted to, i don't have the right skillset – i'm no actor. and besides, what the fuck can someone like me do to get into a gang leader's inner circle?"

"i don't care how you get it done. if my intel serves, then he's partial to men like you," she emphasises, widening her eyes meaningfully. "get him chatty in bed if you have to; i don't give a shit. i believe in you, yn – you've got a solid history of excelling at everything you set your mind to. you could've been a brain surgeon, if you really wanted it."

you glance over at the man himself. your tongue darts over your lower lip. you turn back to the sergeant, slumping back in your chair. "there's no way that he's got any experience. he looks like a prude. he'll probably be asleep before i close his legs."

she makes a face. "i don't ever want to hear about that. listen, just try. for me? maybe you can get by with a little flirting – finally put that face of yours to good use. you didn't suffer through our family pinching your cheeks and telling you how you'd be a heartbreaker when you grew up to do absolutely nothing with it, right?"

"noona, i don't know..."

"oh, come on. it's not like he's hideous. can't be too hard to tell him he has nice eyes, can it?"

you sneak another glance, doubt written all over your features. it crumbles and you grimace, lifting a hand to rub the back of your neck. the other arm dangles from the cuffs. "fine! fine. i'll do it. for you. if i die, it's entirely your fault."

she lights up. "thank you! you've got this. stop by my apartment tonight, alright? i'll fill you in on the details, and you can get started in the morning. you can crash on my couch if you want to – i'm sure i've got enough of your clothes in a box somewhere to last you until you leave."

"yeah, yeah." you lift your hands towards her. "just get these fucking things off me, noona."

—

"what is this?"

"a good time, hyung!" taehyung grabs seokjin's elbow and drags him out of the sleek black car. he grins, bright and giddy, with a childish charm that suits his face but not the price tag of his suit. he wears burgundy, and if one looks closely, his glossy black shoes carry scars and scuffs from many tumbles. a surprising number of people have been close enough to notice – taehyung's carefree demeanour always masks his brutality.

seokjin's face twists, lightly peeved, as taehyung breezes past security without so much as a glance. "you told me you needed to pick something up. you lied to me."

he lifts a finger as the heavy bass music squeezes his lungs. "nuh-uh. i didn't lie – i do need to pick something up! i'll grab you something on the way in, too."

"can't you go one night without getting your rocks off?" seokjin nearly shouts. he can barely hear himself over the music. it is, however, satisfying to raise his voice, especially as taehyung flaps a dismissive hand in his direction.

"of course i can! but would i like to? no! oh – is that a new dancer? he's cute."

seokjin lets taehyung reel him through the club, blinking against the blue strobe lights. someone brushes against him and the hard steel lump in seokjin's jacket gives him pause, but seokjin meets his eyes unflinchingly and he drops his own, pushing his way through the crowds.

"i have better things to spend my time on," seokjin says, rather crossly. taehyung sits him down at an empty booth, firm hands on his shoulders. "not even a private room? i didn't raise you this way!"

taehyung huffs. "come on, hyung. it's not like it'll kill you. you deserve a little rest, especially after that fiasco with the mole! private rooms are quiet, and quiet means space to think, and space to think means that you'll be grumpy for the next two days. just let the music drown out the stresses of everyday life."

as he speaks, arms animated and dramatic, a good-looking man sashays over, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black shorts that leave little to the imagination. he sets down a beer in front of taehyung, who pushes the glass across the table towards seokjin.

then, when taehyung's mouth opens to continue his lecture, the man crawls onto the table with a seductive smile and begins to dance – or grind, really, against the air.

he's good. seokjin notices the snappy, controlled edge to his smooth, rolling movements more than his nakedness, and he wonders if he's a dancer. he wouldn't be surprised – with a body like that, he's bound to do well in such a place.

"are those moccasins?"

evidently, taehyung has different priorities.

taehyung prods at the dancer's ankles and he slides into a neat perch on the table's edge, his thighs trapping taehyung in the booth. he tilts taehyung's chin upwards with a flirty smile.

seokjin half-expects taehyung to vanish into a bathroom with him, but to his surprise, he shakes his head and gently places his legs aside.

"we're here for you," taehyung explains in response to seokjin's raised eyebrow as the dancer sways away. "plus, you're my ride home; my car's still being fixed up, can you believe it?"

"it's been a day, taehyung. give them time." seokjin glances around, hands resting almost mechanically on his thighs. if it wasn't for the frown on his face, he would look at home on set and in front of a camera. "so, your plan was to get me drunk? i'm not going to drink this."

"why not? you're getting paranoid again."

"someone could've spiked it," he argues. "and it's not paranoia – it's called vigilance and helps me stay alive. do you know how many times you would've died if i wasn't there? more times than i can count."

"oh, please. you're holding air above my head. i can take perfectly good care of myself. you just like to feel important."

if he were anyone but his little brother, he would no longer have a tongue to wag.

taehyung shrugs and reaches for seokjin's untouched beer. he lifts it to his lips, sipping delicately, and his face screws up in disgust. he gags, pushing it back towards seokjin. "no. still gross. ew."

he shakes his head like a dog ridding itself of water before his expression clears. he leans forward. "anybody here catch your eye?"

"no."

"come on. someone here has to at least touch your impossibly high standards."

seokjin rolls his eyes. his gaze sweeps over the dark club. "the bartender."

"bold move." he squints harder at the bartender through the strobe lights. he purses his lips. "you know what? i don't think i know him. damn. but finders keepers, i suppose – i'll go find out who he is."

"taehyung," seokjin says sharply. "he's working. don't make it harder than it needs to be."

he blows a raspberry, settling back down in his seat. "buzzkill. fine – you go talk to him, then. give him your number, or something."

"and do what everyone else does? present myself as desperate? absurd."

taehyung groans. "you are making my job way too hard. i am trying to get you laid. you're as good-looking as me – this should be easy!"

"as good-looking," seokjin mutters disdainfully. he raises his voice slightly. "i was just accused of a myriad of crimes, embezzlement and racketeering included. forgive me if i'm a little wary of strangers."

"you're fine," taehyung drawls. "you played the good boy so well. i barely recognised you in cuffed levi's." he casts an appreciative glance in the bartender's direction and begins to stand. "i'm gonna shoot my shot with smiley over there. my dear, he's a sight for sore eyes. wish me luck!"

"i'll break your legs."

"it's 'break a leg', generally."

"sit," he demands.

taehyung whines, "i'm not a dog," but sits anyway.

seokjin rises to his feet. "stay," he says, as if he hadn't heard his last words at all.

taehyung wiggles a finger. "that's the kind of attitude that makes people dislike you, hyung." he starts to sway. "be open-minded. easy as the ocean waves. light as a sea breeze."

"are you drunk from one sip of beer?"

he stops swaying. "you're so cruel! you'd be nicer if you just shot me in the head. since you care about your stupid reputation so much, i'm gonna go have my fun, and you can sit here and brood like the handsome and emotionally-unavailable man that you are. good-fucking-bye."

he stomps off – far too suavely, so that it looks more like a catwalk stride than a temper tantrum. however, once his grumpy gaze catches sight of a familiar head of blond hair sitting at a booth with three equally-familiar friends, he brightens and waves his arms, shouting over the music in frantic german.

the woman turns, her arm linked with a pretty korean girl. she grabs taehyung's hand and pulls him down next to her, squishing the three of them into the wall, and the beaming grins and laughter around the table suggests to seokjin that taehyung has been rather well-received.

a small smile tugs at seokjin's lips. at least he has his friends.

he sighs and stands, dusting off his trousers. he pauses by the end of the booth's table, his attention caught by the bartender. he's smiling, chatting to a co-worker as he shakes a mixer. he wears a bowtie and a waistcoat, the sleeves of a crisp white dress shirt rolled up tight at the elbows – same as the other bartender. but he seems to glow in it: everything around him appears brighter, sharper, more vivid.

maybe taehyung was right. maybe he does need to loosen up.

"hey. what can i get for you?"

seokjin slides onto a bar stool. "just a rum and coke, please. thanks."

the bartender grins. nods. he looks better up close. "not a problem. shall i open up a tab for you?"

seokjin hums in thought. he shakes his head. "i'll just take this one. you have a nice smile."

it takes a half-second for the bartender to register the compliment. that smile grows slightly flustered. "oh! thank you. one rum and coke."

he bustles away. seokjin thinks it's a shame that he wears no name tag.

he returns quickly with seokjin's drink in his hand, and seokjin almost smiles at the fact that he skipped over all the other waiting patrons to complete his drink first. he hides his amusement with the chilled rim of the glass.

"so, handsome... when does your shift end?"

the bartender grins. "half an hour. is there any reason in particular you're asking?"

"i'm not so ill-mannered as to take your attention off the other lovely patrons just to compliment your arms or the way that bowtie looks on you. i can appreciate a strong work ethic."

"you're starting to sound like my boss," the bartender laughs. "but for you, handsome, i can make it twenty minutes. think you can nurse a rum and coke for that long?"

"for you?" he raises the glass. "as long as you need."

—

seokjin's waist fits in your hand ever so perfectly. when you'd first met him, you'd played it so safe that you'd almost forgotten to give him your name. you gave yourself a new last name and a subtle accent, but that was as far as the changes went. sure, you were well-known for being in the drama club in high school, but it wasn't your... passion. nothing quite hit the spot like black gloves and diamonds.

"you look lovely tonight," you comment with a smile, leaning in to keep the waitress out of it. she slows to a stop beside a table set for two and bows before taking her leave.

"as do you," seokjin says gently, a smile lighting up his face when you pull his chair out for him. if it's not the candlelight throwing shadows, you think there's a warm blush on his cheekbones. "i adore the way you dress. i can appreciate a taste for the finer things."

you finger the diamond choker around your neck, set with white gold. it sits above the deep v of your black shirt, accentuating just how deep it falls, and provides a nice contrast. it matches the chopard watch and its woven steel bracelet on your wrist.

"finer things?" you tease, stroking the collar of your shirt. his eyes flicker from the diamonds to the split of your chest. "it's more of a... bad habit, to be truthful. but when i heard where we were headed tonight, i was afraid i'd be wildly underdressed, and then overdressed."

he laughs softly – a sweetly unique sound that has your lips curving up automatically. "you don't have anything to be worried about. you look like you were born for this life. actually, you make me self-conscious – i should've tried something more avant-garde than a suit."

you shake your head with a laugh. "it's a learned skill. you've found something you look ravishing in; why not exploit it?"

"you're too kind." he's had a thousand people compliment the cut of his jacket and tailoring of his pants, but none felt quite so heart-fluttering as yours. he hides his smile with his slender fingers and averts his eyes to escape the alluring heat of your gaze. "but, truly – those diamonds do look stunning on you. do you have much of a collection?"

"oh, no; i couldn't afford it if i tried. it's such a shame. i feel like they're calling for me to touch them, and sometimes the desire is simply too strong to resist, you know? i indulge myself terribly."

he brushes his fingers over his plush lower lip. "it's alright. i know the feeling. i really do love the way you look with them, so would you mind bringing me the next time you go to a jeweller's? anything that catches your eye, you can have. anything at all. it'd be a sin to deprive you of them when i've seen you in these simple ones – i can't imagine what i'd do with myself if you wore something a little more... eye-catching."

you pause. your eyes widen. "oh – oh, no, seokjin – i couldn't ask that of you."

"that's why i'm offering, love." he smiles sweetly.

"you'd really buy such expensive things for me? i'm flattered, truly, but i wouldn't want our relationship to become... transactional." you reach across the table and place your hand on his. his bright smile turns shy. "i've loved our time together, seokjin. i don't want to lose that."

it takes a second longer than usual for him to compose himself and find his words. "you wouldn't lose it. they'd just be gifts – you wouldn't have to do anything in return. don't worry," he emphasises, squeezing your hand gently, "about the money. i have lifetimes of it. i'd be glad to know where it's going."

you squeeze his hand as well, turning your palm up to grasp his knuckles as if you're about to kiss them. your thumb runs over his joints and the curves of his knuckles, and chuckle. "you really are too good to me, seokjin."

the hum of the restaurant fades away into a low murmuring ripple. the lights fade to dull spots. everything but him vanishes, pushed to the furthest extremities of your consciousness, and you lean in. he follows.

the kiss is soft and silky. his lips tingle where they press to yours, like the gentle tang of a teaspoon of lime juice. you sip on him slowly, like mezcal, and relish in the sweet sting, as rich and bright as an amaretto sour.

he tilts his head, and the kiss deepens to something more appropriate for the bedroom. he catches himself before it goes too far with a soft gasp, pulling away. his dark eyes flutter open, flicking up to yours.

he clears his throat. "so, are you hungry?"

"of course," you reply, matching his nonchalance. you shrug with an embarrassed, lopsided grin. "i've just never been to a restaurant that doesn't offer their menu anywhere..."

seokjin's eyes widen slightly. a flush remains on his cheeks – the memory of your lips on his sticks to the forefront of his mind, crowding out much else. "oh! it's a fixed menu, love. it's why i asked for your dietary requirements the other day. they base the size on how many people there are. i'm so sorry – i'd forgotten all about it the moment i saw you." he giggles at himself endearingly. that severe, revenge-served-cold persona at the bar seems entirely removed. he even sits differently – a little more open, relaxed.

you watch him with a soft smile. "you're quite the charmer, did you know that? i could sit here and listen to your voice the whole night long."

"well," he laughs again, "i think that's how dinner dates work, so you’re in luck."

a waitress, different to the one who seated you, stops by with a polite smile and the entrees. you thank her and glance back down at each other, smiling when your eyes meet.

this might not be so hard, after all.

—

it doesn't take much to slide into seokjin's 'inner circle' – and not the one he lets you into in the bedroom. that one came first. after that, it was simply existing by his side, practically living in his luxurious penthouse apartment and massaging his shoulders when work became rough, until he grew comfortable enough not to flip over his classified papers when you leant over his chair to kiss him on the cheek.

you have yet to find anything incriminating in those glances; it's all reasonable numbers in those financial year statements. he takes his work with him – not just between work and home, but even to the bedroom. he sets his messenger bag on a chair with his tie next to the wardrobe, which means that you can't creep away and take a late-night sneak peek at anything under those superficial numbers.

one night, you're milling around the living room directly in front of the entrance, your shoes patient by the front door. the apartment is oddly shaped, as far as apartments go. maybe they're different for rich people, but you haven't seen one quite like it before. the living room branches out like a capital 't' and hooks around in a loop, with a staircase on the right leading up to a mezzanine containing the bedroom, office, and bathroom. in the day, it's brightly lit; huge panels of glass stretching across the walls from floor to ceiling display downtown seoul's skyline. at night, spots of light glimmer in the darkness, and a slow, blinking red dot will sometimes make its way over the roofs. before you, seokjin says, he kept the curtains closed as soon as the sun went down, but that you've shown him a beauty in the night that he can no longer ignore.

you lie along the leather couch, a pillow folded beneath your head. your eyes are closed. conventional, inoffensive radio songs float through speakers inset in the ceiling. despite those speakers in every room – so that he doesn't have to carry one around with him – he still has a dedicated movie setup, complete with atmos speakers. somehow, he'd found the sweet spot for the audio, despite his open-plan home being a noticeable springboard for sound.

the door opens, and a set of footsteps enters. the door closes behind them. your brow furrows and you're on your feet in half a second – those aren't seokjin's steps.

the young man in front of you instinctively reaches for something at the back of his belt. you've watched enough movies to know what it is that he's got his fingers around.

"well, he-llo, gorgeous," he greets flirtatiously in a deep, smooth voice. he wears a peach-coloured three-piece with a matching tie and a black shirt. a lock of dark hair curls romantically over his eyebrow, and you wonder how long he took in the bathroom to get it right. "you look familiar. have we met?"

you don't relax. neither does he. you smile politely. "i don't believe we have. i imagine someone like you would be hard to forget."

"hm." his lips curve up. "then allow me to introduce myself. kim taehyung: art aficionado, music connoisseur, and lover of many. i decorated this place – do you like what i've done with it?"

"it's better than most apartments i've been to."

he hums and moves towards the bar on the corner. he moves behind it to pour himself a glass of cherry cola – he's not as clueless as he looks, then. he'll keep an eye on you this way. he adds ice, and it clinks in his glass. 

he begins, "my brother... he's not one for aesthetics. i'm certain he'd live in a cement box if it had everything he needed in it. i've made it my personal mission to fill his homes with as many useless objects as i can before he becomes suspicious. take this, for example."

he points to a white vase of lilacs on the end of the bar and fixes it, brushing his knuckles over the flowers. "this vase... it's beautiful, but it cost as much as a car. i haven't the slightest idea why. i could go to the nearest department store and get something identical for a handful of spare change."

he lifts his glacial gaze, staring at you from the corner of his eyes. he's not talking about vases.

you scoff and sit back down, turning your back to him. he's not going to do anything – not when he's assuming such things about you. "you don't even know my name, but you're already insulting me."

"i've been pushing him to release some stress. he takes himself too seriously – someone needs to loosen the stick up his ass, maybe replace it with something better." he pops a blue umbrella in his glass with a twirly pink straw and lifts it to his lips. "i've had this conversation with three other men before you, did you know? you're the first to understand it." he tilts his glass in your direction, almost a toast. "i like you."

"what are you here for, kim taehyung?" you ask bluntly. you rest your arm over the backrest and watch him over your shoulder. his sad little glass of cola makes your fingers itch – you need to make him a proper drink.

he gestures vaguely at the city skyline with the cola. it sloshes dangerously close to the rim. "what we're all here for. a good time. that, and i wanted to know who had my stoic brother wrapped around their pinky finger. seeing you now – i can see why."

"thought he wasn't one for aesthetics," you comment drily.

he laughs at that, full and animable. "oh, attractive and witty. that must be the reason why my brother can't think straight anymore – as soon as someone has a sharp tongue, he's completely enamoured. do you like him as much as he likes you?"

you rise to your feet, finally unable to hold back the carnal desire to make him a drink of the clothes he's wearing – that little party glass won't do. smoothly, he moves around the bar, keeping to the opposite side at all times as you slip off your white jacket and drape it over the bench you wouldn't notice the action if you weren't looking for it. you already had seokjin in the palm of your hand – it was this boy you needed to worry about. his suspicion might brush against something it shouldn't.

you reach for a coca-cola and the bottle of grenadine syrup. "i keep his company because i enjoy our conversations."

"sounding more and more like an escort," he comments blithely. "there's no need to be so tense around me, big boy. i just want to know if my big brother is in good hands. yours seem very capable."

plucking a couple of maraschino cherries out of the fridge, you balance them on the ice in the tall glass. you turn, and you bite back a smirk as taehyung's brow twitches upwards.

"thank you," you say, setting the glass down and sliding it across the bar. "i didn't poison it, if you're wondering. just a simple roy rogers. a man of your standing deserves better than a can of coke garnished with an umbrella."

he watches you move around the bar, whipping up a pisco sour. he plucks the cherries off their stems with his teeth and chews slowly, savouring the sweetness. "huh. you're ticking all the boxes – hyung might have to share you with me. that – or you can tell me why you're really after him. you're not an escort, so it's not about money. you don't fuck him nearly as often as he needs to be, so it's not about sex."

a dull, steely thump. you turn around, the shaker in your hands.

his fingers slide off of the silver handgun on the bar. he raises the roy rogers to his lips, his eyes fixed on yours.

he's seen a lot of reactions to a gun. he's seen fear, he's seen hysteria – hell, he's even seen lust. the drink pauses halfway to the bar when you laugh boisterously.

"you can't intimidate me, kim taehyung," you chuckle, shaking it dry. "you wouldn't believe the number of people who've pulled a weapon on me. some were twice your size – ex-military types, far too trigger-happy to continue shooting and call it patriotism. i'm not going to hurt you or your brother, and i won't tell the cops that you're packing. pleased?"

you pop open the shaker and drop in the ice. you resume shaking.

the front door opens. those are seokjin's footsteps.

you turn around with bright eyes, grabbing a glass. "oh, seokjin! how was your day? i've been waiting to kick your ass all week – my mario kart skills are getting better."

"my day was boring, but much better now that i've seen you. you'll have to show me your new moves." he looks up from digging around in his messenger bag and halts at the sight of taehyung in his peach-coloured suit and platform boots. his gaze hones in on the glint of steel taehyung didn't quite manage to hide.

his eyes narrow and his expression hardens. his voice snaps their consonants, arctic-cold. "are you threatening my partner, taehyung?"

"of course not," you interrupt, sending taehyung a candied grin. "your little brother was just making himself comfortable. it'd be hard to be at ease with that digging into your back, wouldn't it?"

the thick silence between them is palpable.

"come now, darling," you hum, pouring the cocktail. you add the garnishes and hold it out with an inviting smile. "you're at home. relax."

after a pause, he steps forward. another step. he dumps his bag on the couch as he passes it and accepts the drink with a grateful sigh.

"you're too good to me, love," he murmurs, tilting his head to allow you better access with your kisses. "i'm sorry i didn't introduce you to taehyung earlier. he's always so busy with the family business. did he play nice with you?"

"mm, of course," you whisper sweetly, sliding your hands up over his thighs and hips. you press a kiss to his jaw and lift your eyes to taehyung's – he glares daggers back, and his mouth thin into a tight line. "we're getting along well. a few initial speed bumps, yes, but all relationships have their rocks and pitfalls. even if we didn't," you nibble on his earlobe just to see taehyung divert his gaze, "he'd have to get used to me, sooner or later."

[filet-o-feelings]

Joyful Friday

Thanks for tags for flower Friday @a-noble-dragon and @carolrain

I have no flowers and haven't been outside because chemo kicked my ass this week but I'm finally in bed and feel like sharing some joy, and what greater joy than a cat?

Look at this lil guy! The other picture is of some hearts I saw in the parking lot of the cancer center when I went for treatment last Friday, it made me smile.

Not gonna tag anyone but feel free to share something nice!

[wilsonssluttywaist]

Hello LGBTQ community in "honor" of the finale anniversary I have started to rewatch this gay show

~House rewatch stats~

stim counter: 1 Those freaks are weirdly close to each other: 2 cancer mention: 2½ Someone asked boytoy #1 about boytoy #2: 1 House robs his wife: Gay ass transition: 2 house smiles at wilson: 3 house smiles at someone else: house gets his ass kicked: someone else does something gay: Yay cuddy: 2 Yay Wilson!!! (I need him carnally: 2 chase acts stupid because of his daddy issues: someone passes out: 2 yummy snack!! (vicodin): 4 Eureka!!: 1 Urethra!! (House specifically had an epiphany around his wife): 1 TV time!!: 2 Lupus??: Leg??: 5 House do your job freak: 7 The freak can't be fired: 1 Everybody lies: 3 Foreshadowing???: 5 Guess what things mean or make suggestions I might be back tomorrow or forget what happens happens

[icarusredwings]

What's going on at the X Men Annual Cook out as non black native american. Anyone is allowed to join in with their two cents. Adorablness at the end. <3

SCOTTY MY BROTHA IN CHRIST CHILL

Firstly, Domino wasn't even invited. She was just lucky enough to show up because the universe told her too and just so happened to be delighted to see the nonsense unfolding.

Secondly, let's get one thing straight. Wade is over here, busting it down to Mary Jane Girls and The Emotions, singing word for word.

You really are going to look at this man and tell me he ISN'T folding the second a black mama tells him to settle his ass down? He's sat and silent, ma'am. He's probably gonna say something so stupid and get slapped with a slipper, but you know what? Maybe he'd behave.

Perhaps that's why Ororo can sit him so quickly with a simple word and eyebrow raise. Speaking of which, she's watching Logan very closely on that grill. Them burgers be lookin a little dry Lo... He wouldn't stop complaining until she let him help. And even so, this help is very much supervised. If anything he's bickering that theyre fine and she's very tempted to switch him out with Remy.

Who was, of course, trying to show off to Rouge with his dancing but rouge is too busy comforting Kurt whos currently sat next to the picnic table on the ground crying and lowkey getting possesive over his plate.

"No little german boy! Don't eat those Louisiana baby back ribs, REAL tater salad and collard greens!"

"Oh mein gott.. dis is so gud!" *cries*

Hank is playing corn hole with Morph, who lowkey is about to get slapped because he keeps doing Micheal Jackson impressions. He also keeps cheating at the game 🤨

Just as Rouges turning her freak on. Logan's kicked off the grill and told to go handle the weird dance battle that Wade has started.

"D'Awww but!- but!? Ugh!!" So now here he is, poutily standing at the grill, watching how gently Piotr is holding Kittys hand and is twirling her with a big smile on his face.

Somehow, Out of no where, A cirlce has formed and now all Yukio, Wade, and Rouge is chanting "Go white boy, go white boy, go!"

As Scott is proving just how loose he can get, testing just how streachy these slacks are.

Jeans giggling up a storm, a hand over her mouth as she pushes him away and tells him theres kids near by. Logan is deadpanned, a little disgusted but also impressed. Like who is this man?? Where was the principal?

And there was Jubilee, filming the whole thing for their socials, captioning it "Professor cool" and "We like to have fun here at XUniversity 🕺!"

Nathan has his face in his hands, Bright red, so embarrassed that he's thinking about leaving early.

"DAAAYYMM Your dad is TURNT!"

Both Nathan and Logan blink, staring at him as he runs off.

"...Do you.."

"Nope.."

Neither of them have any clue what's going on, but god Wade is so cute when well socialized and properly exercised.

Somewhere over in a tree, There's two boys sitting on a branch eating various kinds of food, both their hands sticky sith sauce.

"Do they always do this?"

"Nope. Pietro." He puts his hand out.

Putting a napkin around his hand, He takes it with a smirk. "Miles."

"....Wait a second. Do you even go here?"

"Nope. Gonna snitch?"

"...Gimme your sweet potatoes and we'll call it even."

"That's a hard bargain. I like that. Deal."

The boys sit in silence as they exchange food, Watching a scrawny cancer patient trying to force a two left footed lumberjack to dance with him but he's so embaressed that his ears are red and tripping over his own feet.

"W-wade I'm not-"

Soon enough it turns into more of a Waltz. The same Waltz they did at their reception in this very yard.

[futfemfantasies]

Always Be There - Millie Bright

Request: Hi this is quite a sensitive topic but im 23 and I have breast cancer and I was wondering if maybe you would be able to do a Millie bright x where the reader finds out she has it and the reader has to go through chemo and surgery and Millie is just being a nervous wreck but also an absolute sweetheart and is just with her through the process. Obviously it’s quite deep so u don’t have too but I am very blessed that I have an incredible girlfriend who is helping me through but this time but it  would rlly mean a lot thank you. 👋🏻🫶🏻

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You know something is wrong. You don’t know what but you need to get it checked out as soon as you can. You turn your head and see the time on your alarm clock. You groan before sitting up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You don’t know how long you’re sitting like that but you feel a soft hand on your bare back. You look back and see your girlfriend of 3 years smiling at you while making her way across the bed. 

“Good morning baby girl. Are you okay?” Millie asks, getting worried.

“Something’s wrong Mills and I’m scared”

“It’s okay babe. We’ll get you checked out at training by one of the doctors okay?” You nod and lean back into Millie.

“Let’s get ready for training. I’ll text Sarina that we are going to see one of the doctors beforehand”

You go back into your shared suitcase to find one of Millie’s hoodies and a pair of sweat pants. Once you got dressed, you wait for Millie to get out on the bathroom before going downstairs for breakfast. Millie comes out a few minutes later and wraps her arms around your waist. You turn around and she gives you a passionate kiss. 

“I called Sarina and told her we are going to see the doctor before going out to training and she said that was okay”

“Thank you baby” You kiss her sweetly.

You two grab your things before heading downstairs to meet everyone for breakfast. When you arrive in the dining area, you both see your younger sister Leah sitting with Lucy, Keira and Jordan.

“Yo Y/N, you ready for me to kick your ass again?” Leah says.

“In your dreams little sis”

You and Millie make a detour to the field by going in the small building and Leah gives you both a confused look. You yell to her that you’ll inform her about it later. You go to the doctors office and you instantly feel nervous. You look up at Millie with pleading eyes and she senses your nervousness.

“Everything is going to be okay babe. You’ve properly just got the flu or something” Millie reassures you before kissing your temple.

You both walk into the building and she greets you both with a smile. Your hands become sweaty and forehead starting to get the same.

“Millie, Y/N, what can I do for you ladies?” The doctor offers you both a seat and you feel like you are going to throw up. You feel Millie give you a little nudge. You swallow and begin to explain what happened.

“I woke up this morning feeling a bit off and I can just tell something is wrong” You look at Millie and she nods. The doctor asks you a few more questions while writing your answers before deciding on the next step.

“Okay well, I’ll do a general exam then take some bloods. Will you be okay to train?” You nod and Millie’s phone buzzes in her hand but she choose to ignore it.

“I’ll be okay babe, you go” Millie gives you the ‘are you sure’ look and you nod. She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and goes out the the door, in which leads to the field.

“Okay y/n, you know how this goes”

After an hour, you quickly go into the locker room and get changed before going over to your teammates. You see Millie standing with her back towards you so you decide to sneak up on her. Your sister and Alessia notice you and you put a finger over your lips to hush them. You reach your girlfriend and snake your arms around her and leave a kiss on her neck. She jumps in surprise and relaxes when she sees it’s you.

“Did it go okay?” Millie whispered so no one nearby hears.

“We’ll find out soon enough” You say with a half smile.

You do another hour of training with the team before going to do some gym work to make up for the first hour you missed. You see Millie and the doctor walk through the door and you fear the worst. The doctor asks if you can come into her temporary office with her and you agreed. You walk next to Millie and she intertwines your hand.

“What’s this about?” You ask Millie quietly.

“I’m not sure babe”

You both go in and sit in front of the doctor that has a tan coloured folder in front of her. You take Millie’s other hand in yours and she rubs her thumb on the back of your hand.

“Well Y/N I have some news for you so I need you to brace yourself okay?”

“Should I go and get Leah?” Millie asks the doctor, as they obviously know you both are related.

“I think it would be best”

Millie rushes off to get your sister while you sit nervously in the chair. Meanwhile, the doctor explains your other results, which are thankfully, all fine. Millie and Leah burst through the door and move to sit next to you, one on each side. You hold both of their hands tightly and Millie puts her spare hand on your lower back. As the doctor tells you, you have no emotion. Your girlfriend and sister are trying to keep in their tears but tears slowly falling down their now crimson cheeks. You sit there paralysed, still not believing it. The doctor explains that Sarina, Jonas and the Arsenal doctors will be advised about the results.

You excuse yourself and walk out of the building with you heart in your throat. You turn a corner and let your emotions go. Tears streamed down your face so fast, your training shirt quickly became soaked. Your breathing starts to become uneven and you know what’s happening, you’re having a panic attack. Looking around the field, no one is in sight. You lean your head against the brick wall and close your eyes. Millie always could sense when you were have a panic attack but she’s not there to calm yourself back down. What felt like hours later but is only actually minutes, you feel familiar hands on your thighs. Your eyes open in another panic but Millie calms you down instantly.

“It’s just me baby girl. Leah’s behind me, do you wanna see her?” You nod and Millie gestures your little sister over.

“How am I going to tell mum Le? She’s going to be devastated” You say through your tears. Leah takes a seat next to you and Millie moves closer to your front, almost pulling you into her lap.

“We’re all going to be here for you, no matter what. You have so many people in your corner y/n/n” Leah reassures you, as she holds your hands.

Over the next few weeks, you tell your family and friends about your cancer and you have a bigger support base than you realise. You eventually let the outside world why you aren’t playing any games both for club and national teams for the remainder of the year and the fans understand and send their support in various ways. After your first doctors appointment, Millie decided to take some time off soccer to help and be there for you after appointments. Your mum and brother visit after each appointment and Leah only plays the home games for Arsenal so she’s close by if something happens.

A few months later, you wake up the next morning and it’s starting to get sore where you had your recent surgery. You do your morning bathroom routine when you feel arms wrap around your waist. You lean back and Millie kissed your cheek.

“How are you feeling today princess?” Millie asked.

“Like shit Mills” Millie frowns as you hug her tightly.

“When will this be over?” You cry into her chest.

“Hopefully soon love. How about some breakfast before we go?” You nod and Millie leaves you to get changed with a kiss on your forehead.

You walk downstairs and see Millie making your favourite breakfast while also talking to someone on the phone. You sit on the stairs and wait until the conversation is over before making an appearance.

“I’m so fucking scared Rach…I know but I’m just always worried about her. Like what if I give her the wrong food or I’m not doing enough…” Millie sobs into the phone until she turns around and spots you. She wipes her tears away and you go down the stairs to give her the biggest and tightest hug you can.

“I love you so much, you know that?” You whisper in her ear.

“I love you too, more than anything”

“I’m sorry about what you heard. I just want to be doing the right things so you get better” You pout at how sweet your girlfriend is.

“Baby, you are doing everything fine. No need to panic or stress about it, okay?” Millie nods and gives you a quick kiss before finishing your breakfast.

You switch the earlier position and wrap your arms around Millie with your head on her back, since you’re not as tall as Millie. After finishing your breakfast, you wait for Millie to get dressed before going to the hospital once again.

On the drive to the hospital, Millie keeps a hand on your thigh and you put your hand in hers. You arrive at the hospital and you both walk into the cancer centre to be greeted by the familiar receptionist from the last few months. You both make your way to the waiting area and you hold Millie’s hands while resting on your head on her shoulder.

“Tired baby?” You nod and Millie kisses the top of your head.

The doctor calls you both in and asks you to sit across from her. She starts explaining how your progress is going and then you get the news you’ve been waiting these whole 6 months for.

“Y/N, you’re cancer free”

[shveris]

sukuita, modern au with no sorcery, smoking 🍃 while fucking

warnings: drugs, cigarettes, incest, underage

“wow, you actually cannot be serious.”

honeyed eyes squinted at dark brown ones and there’s the idea of smashing a head in with the physics book on the table.

“‘fuck’s that s’pposed to mean?”, yuuji leaned back in his chair, the wood pressing against his spine uncomfortably, “you knew exactly what you left me here with.” ‘what’ being the project they were assigned to do and ‘you’ being his usual ungrateful relative of a twin.

sukuna responded with a grunt, signalling his annoyance, before he finally sat himself down opposite of his brother. he put his cigarette back between his lips so his hands were free to grab yuuji’s ipad. the screen showed his notes program and a page that was far too empty for something due to the next day.

he took a hit from his cancer stick, blew out the smoke — right into yuuji’s face because of course he would — and proceed to flip over the open physics book with his other hand as well: “i knew you’re stupid but this truly is a new high.”

“me? the stupid one?”, yuuji snorted, “if i wouldn’t know better i’d say you’re the stupid twin, the way you left me to do all the work as if you didn’t even know where to start yourself.” sukuna shot his leg forward, an attempt at kicking his twin in the shin, but yuuji could read him like the back of his hand and had already retracted his limbs.

“you act like a brat, are you sure you’re my age?”

yuuji rolled his eyes and accepted the cigarette as sukuna began scribbling away on his ipad screen. their grandfather would rip their heads off if he knew they were smoking inside the house and their older brother would slap sukuna to sunday and back if he saw the twin enabling yuuji to smoke.

“you shoulda left some of those amazing brain cells of yours for me in the womb, ya know?” yuuji’s words were laced in smoke, his tongue coated with the bitterness of tobacco, and sukuna huffed in amusement.

“at least you’re admitting i’m smarter than you”, he mumbled, eyes darting between the open pages of the book and the messy notes in front of him. focus was a good look on him, the honeyed one decided.

yuuji finished the cigarette while he watched his twin research the variability of mass and how some stupid ‘drive a car into a wall’ example could prove shit — not that he cared.

he stretched his arms and legs, thinking he was probably looking like a starfish, sighed in satisfaction, and pushed his chair back while getting up.

“wha’do you wanna eat?”, he asked as he walked to assess their fridge and cabinets. they would need to grab groceries tomorrow after school, preferably before sundown.

“dunno, udon?” yuuji hummed and grabbed everything to prepare the dish, mindful to add more spices to his twin’s portion.

their days and weeks and months would pass like this, with their grandfather six feet under in a family grave, and their brother on never-ending business trips for a job he didn’t like but took to provide for his little brothers.

two brothers who probably shouldn’t be having each other’s tongues in their mouths, one pressed against the counter of the kitchen, utensils scattered across;

two brothers who were too eager to stumble to the nearby couch, hands gripping at the hems of their clothes, lips exploring every inch of free skin.

“physics gets you horny, seriously?”, yuuji couldn’t help his chuckle when his twin pulled him down to sit on his hips, dick hard and pushing between plump cheeks.

“your cute ass acting like a whole husband got me horny, fucking idiot.” the honeyed smiled when their lips crashed together, happily taking in his brother’s compliments.

sukuna glumly removed one of his hands from yuuji’s tights to dig in between the cushions of the couch, searching for a familiar bottle of emergency lube they’d stored (read: forgotten) after their last fuck on it.

yuuji moaned into sukuna’s mouth when he felt his twin’s dripping fingers open him up keenly, obviously desperate to get his dick inside as fast as he could — not that he’d blame him.

groans and whimpers echoed back into their ears with each skilled movement of sukuna’s wrist, the sound of slick and skin on skin accompanying yuuji’s voice beautifully. sukuna could listen to this the whole day and never get tired of it.

“you’re gonna look so pretty when you ride me”, sukuna whispered, lubing up his cock with a graceful amount, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips when yuuji just hummed in agreement. he grabbed his twin by his waist, guiding him up a little before letting out a hiss as yuuji grabbed his dick to line him up with himself.

“urghh, fuck”, yuuji’s loud groan almost tuned out the moan that slipped from his twin’s chest. the honeyed continued lowering himself and sukuna let his left arm slide down, too focused on yuuji’s blush and blown pupils — and suddenly, he got reminded of something. he let his hand wander lower until he grazed the fabric of his cargo pants that were dropped onto the floor earlier and searched for the thigh pocket that contained his malboro.

yuuji, too focused on getting every bit of his brother’s dick into himself, didn’t notice sukuna fumbling with the red cigarette pack. the click of a lighter finally caught his attention and he let out a loud laugh: “is my ass that bad?”

sukuna grinned after blowing out the smoke, the joint in his hand being offered to yuuji’s lips.

“nah, just figured we could double the fun.” dark eyes watched as yuuji took a deep hit before exhaling with a content expression. sukuna expertly shifted his own hips a little, earning him a high pitched yelp and slap on the chest, but he felt satisfied upon seeing how well his twin was able to take all of him. he debated on wrapping his other hand around yuuji’s length but then decided to just let his brother deal with it himself or make him come untouched — either way, yuuji would enjoy it, he knew.

“c’mon, move”, he demanded instead, taking another hit from the blunt. yuuji muttered a “desperate” under his breath but started with small bounces. his knees were gripping sukuna’s sides with enough force to keep both of them grounded for a bit, all while he leaned closer and closer to his twin’s chest and face.

sukuna let him nip at his bottom lip before putting the joint between them. he inhaled a good amount of it before smashing their mouths together, letting their breaths mix the drug in their mouths. yuuji moaned in earnest, hips now moving up and down with new found vigour.

neither cared about the ash leaving marks on the couch and wooden floor, the lube wetting the sofa’s fabric, the neighbours potentially hearing their voices through the open kitchen window.

all that mattered were the frantic movements of their hips, their exchanged breaths after taking turns on the joint and the pressures in their guts screaming for release. but the more time passed, the more tired yuuji could feel his muscles become, or the way his eyesight began to swim objects into each other — it was a welcome and familiar effect but he’d rather have his orgasm before getting mulled into the weed’s influence completely.

“can’t move. tired.” yuuji buried his face under his twin’s chin before biting down on the junction between neck and shoulder. sukuna groaned, pleasure spiking up his spine at the sudden pain. he quickly finished the joint before tossing it onto the glass table next to them. his body felt heavy when he flipped them over but he didn’t give it much of his mind when his fucked out brother was looking at him like he carved out the sun and the moon and the entire night sky.

“it’s okay, i gotchu”, was all he mumbled against yuuji’s lips before starting a vicious pace. the honeyed moaned in content, weak hands grabbing at everything and nothing at all before setting on sukuna’s underarms. they tasted the weed of each other’s tongues before sukuna dove down to sink his teeth into every patch of skin they could grab.

“touch”, yuuji’s mind was melting away with every thrust, “‘kuna, please- ah- please touch me.” and how could such a request ever be denied?

sukuna grabbed the base of yuuji’s dick, making him mewl at the new found contact. his fingers weren’t as tight as he wanted — blame the weed — but it did the job. he could feel his brother tightening up around him, noting that he was close to coming. he himself was almost there as well and he pulled his lips away from yuuji’s nipple to catch his expression.

“fuck, fuck, fuck”, the boy chanted, golden eyes crossing, “‘kuna- i’m- i wanna cum, please-“ tears started pooling down his temples and catching themselves in his ears so sukuna licked them from his skin, humming at the saltiness.

“go ahead” was all yuuji needed before completing arching his back from the couch and spilling all over his abdomen and chest. sukuna used the new tightness to drive himself in and out at a rapid speed, enjoying the slapping of their sticky skin ringing in his ears.

yuuji’s sobs about it being ‘too much’; yuuji’s body shaking from his orgasm; yuuji squirming from overstimulation; yuuji’s nails digging into his arms painfully; yuuji’s ass clenching around his pulsing dick so perfectly; yuuji’s mindless blabbering and pleading.

it was all sukuna needed to jump over the edge and letting himself fall into the heaving chest of his brother. catching his breath was an easy task with yuuji there to guide them, fingers combing through his sweaty hair as they did so.

“shit, that weed’s strong.” the deep rumble underneath sukuna’s ears slowly dragged his mind back to the present and he propped himself up to look at yuuji. his pupils were blown impossibly wide, a ring of amber gold all he could make out as he let himself be pulled in for some kisses.

yuuji brushed his lips along every inch of his face, tickling sukuna, and the honeyed grinned happily when he heard his twin chuckle silently at the notion.

“ah, i don’t really wanna get up and continue cooking”, yuuji admitted. he’d rather bask in the warmth of his brother’s body on top of him, the weight of the boy making him feel comfortable. his mind was reeling back any complex thoughts he might’ve wished to have, the only thing he could think of was sukuna.

“i’ll take care of it.” and with that yuuji was prompted with a kiss on his forehead.