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infini-tree · 2 years

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damage control

Summary: Monster fighting is dangerous work.

(Alternatively: Three times Krupp doesn't care or does anything when the boys get hurt*, and the one time he does.)

A/N: * The second part is more on the emotional hurt side of things, but it still counts.

Woe, drabbles put into one fic due to their similar theming be upon ye. They’re all in chronological order that range from the day after the canonical events of the movie, to mid/late game Sticky Notes.

The last 1/4th was part of a different drabble, but that messed with the flow of the story I wanted to tell there. So instead of throwing that part out, I just put it in a separate fic and retooled it for a compilation-style fic. One day, you might get the rest of the fic the last 1/4 was made for, but today is not that day. Also there's a brief mention/implication of blood in the last 1/4.

Long story short, one of the boys gets an injury that draws a bit of blood. Its fine.

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In retrospect, Benjamin should have figured out the whole… thing with the other guy much quicker.

In fairness, between making sure the semester was still on schedule after George and Harold’s pranks (and their subsequent separation), ferris wheel-induced destruction of school property, and his first date with Edith, he had assumed the lapses in his memory were from stress.

A part of him still wondered how they got that tiger.

At the earliest, it should have been on that first date. He remembered thinking it was a disaster. Not that he could remember much of it. They had just gotten their orders and then… noise. Glimpses of radioactive-green blurs.

And suddenly, he had his arm draped over her shoulders for support as he stared down the front door of his house. He was too out of it to be flustered about the whole affair to notice anything outside of the lingering smell of Edith’s perfume that smelled suspiciously like soup.

After a bit of fumbling on both their parts, she deposited him gently on his bed. Edith was looking out the window, slivers of pale orange from the streetlights filtering through his blinds.

“Wild week, huh?” She turned around, not expecting an answer. Between his head swimming in and out of consciousness, he was sure he missed something– he remembered her lips moving, but what little of his attention not devoted to trying to sleep or the pain preventing him from said sleep was singularly focused on her eyes.

Sleep, thankfully, was starting to win out. There was a soft rustle of fabric and then he felt his own blanket on top of him for once. “I’ll see myself out. Get some rest.”

The day after wasn’t much better– exhaustion settled deep in his bones as it replaced the now-dwindling pain. At least there was coffee in the teacher’s lounge for that, so it was business as usual. And by that he meant that George and Harold had been sent to his office, both for sleeping in. It was only after the third or fourth time did both teachers get fed up and sent them up to his office.

“I have half a mind you’re doing this on purpose.”

George rubbed an eye with the back of his fist with a yawn.

“At least sit up straight when I’m talking to you–” The jab in particular was towards Harold, who had been teetering to the side at a dangerous angle. “Honestly, I don’t care if you had an all night horror movie marathon–”

“We didn’t. Harold’s last syllable was punctuated with a yawn.

“-- Like I said, I don't care either way.” He waved a hand dismissively, ignoring the fatigue pulsing behind his eyes. “But sleeping during class time is prohibited and any further disruptions like this are grounds for suspension.”

They blinked up at him, but didn’t do much else. The principal didn’t know whether their sedate responses so far were more aggravating than their usual tomfoolery.

George’s unobscured eye stared up at him with a look he couldn’t place. It quickly shifted to something more wry. “You look worse than we do and you’re still running the school– what’s your excuse?”

Harold snickered quietly. He gave a sly glance towards the other boy in acknowledgement of an inside joke.

“Detention, both of you.”

No, their usual is much more annoying, he thought at the time.

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“Ugh, come on– quit being such a big baby about it!”

Now that Krupp had gotten wise as to how they switched him over to Captain Underpants, the entire process of trying to switch him over had gotten much too long for either of their liking. Every time they had to come find him, he set up some sort of counter to the sound of snapped fingers. Soundproofing the office, playing old-timey music at ludicrous volumes, the works.

Right now, he had taken to using industrial-grade earplugs.

“Most people would kill to be a superhero, you know,” George continued. “Captain Underpants has super strength so it really wouldn’t be hurting you that much, anyway.”

“George!”

“What? It’s not like he can hear!” The last word was pointed spitefully towards the principal.

Said principal continued his boring paperwork. While he wouldn’t be able to hear the monster terrorizing the kids outside, let alone them slamming the door open earlier, but the tremors through the floor were another thing. Besides, he at least knew that he could see them from his periphery if that smirk had anything to say about it.

“No, look!” Harold threw the curtains open to show the scene below them.

The ground below had suddenly erupted to reveal a set of craning necks and sharp beaks attached to bulbous heads. The Muck-Raking Vultures would not be satisfied until it’s brought everyone down to its muddy level. A few unfortunate kids were entrenched in the surrounding earth that was now under the bird’s control. All its heads let out a haughty laugh as the kids cried out and tried to struggle.

Righteous anger mingled with concern for his fellow kid and fear. It was bad enough for Krupp to make every kid feel powerless on a normal school day, but withholding the only thing that could save them was beyond– beyond stupid, George managed to think up. Beyond petty!

Krupp had rolled over to the filing cabinet, conveniently turning his back towards the window. Despite the cacophony of noise outside, the shuffling of folders and metal clangs flooded their ears.

“Hey, man, are you doing…” Whatever Harold was about to say lodged in his throat as George loosened his tie. “Oh boy.”

It’s been a while since he had deployed the Tie. There had been no reason dire enough for it. He thought for a moment before tying one end of the Tie in a knot, and tied it again for good measure.

“On my signal, you snap your fingers, alright?” George gave a loose experimental swing. His expression shifted to something determined as he found whatever he was testing for.

Here’s the thing about those industrial-grade earplugs: there’s a thin plastic cord that connects both of them. According to his dad, it was to make sure you knew where both of them were at all times. One earplug is just as useful as none in his line of work.

George fastened his grip on his Tie, quietly circling around Krupp’s desk. He was still busy trying to look busy. Just as he was about to turn the corner of the desk, he whipped the Tie forward. Krupp jolted back at the last second.

“What was that supposed to accomplish,exactly?” His mouth split open in a mocking grin.

The other thing his dad mentioned? They also have a good chance of being caught in things if the wearer wasn’t careful.

The Tie had managed to hit in the space between the cord. The knot acted like the head of a mace: as a counterweight, it spun around the cords to entangle it. With a quick yank to the Tie, the earplugs practically flew out.

Krupp yelled as he tried to reach out for the earplugs now sailing over his desk, but it was too late for that. Harold was at the ready with a snap.

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The cafeteria is brimming with the sound of kids shooting the breeze. Though, Harold’s been around long enough that it’s not as bright as a result of Krupp milling around the food serving area. Three guesses as to why he’s there, the first two don’t count.

He makes his way to the vending machines next to Krupp and coughs. “You’re holding up the line.”

While Edith manages to look a little ashamed, the principal jumps back like a current ran through him. “What?”

In the periphery of Harold’s vision he could see some of the kids at the nearest table move further away than they already had. But not so far as to be out of hearing range. No one’s looking at them directly, but he could tell they were expecting something.

“Kids are avoiding coming here to get their lunch because you’re here,” he pointed out bluntly.

In response, Krupp props an arm over a cleared portion of the counter. “At least some kids here have taste.”

Despite the context, the lunch lady lets out a surprised little laugh. Harold couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Like-liking.

Instead of hearing them trill and coo for the next bit, his attention shifts to something much more interesting. Like this vending machine. It's one of the few additions to the school that wasn’t a net negative for him and the other kids.

(Though, he’s convinced it's only here because something twisted Krupp’s arm.)

“Awfully quiet.” The statement comes out like an accusation.

He couldn’t help but shoot him a look. The lunch lady was long gone and moved to the far end of the serving station, either out of guilt or to give them privacy. He isn’t sure which.

The vending machine clangs, depositing Harold’s soda. “Gotta be more specific than that.”

“When it's this quiet,” he tries again. “It's usually because you two are planning something.”

A few kids flinch at his tone. He knows this is him softballing, so fine— he’ll play.

“George is sick.” Harold sees how his expression darkens, and he adds, “He got it over the weekend, it doesn’t have to do with Edith’s food.”

Krupp still has that look on his face, so clearly it wasn’t what he was looking for. And he didn’t feel like telling him specifics. He doesn’t need to know it's the flu. He doesn’t need to know it might have had something to do with the monster over the weekend.

“Ah.” He manages. Just as astutely he adds, “Hm.”

The student body writhes. They don’t know what to do with a Krupp that isn’t yelling, or a Harold that isn’t actively provoking him, or a George that isn’t there.

Neither does Harold, to be honest. And he doubts Krupp knows, either.

“He’ll be getting a mountain of make-up assignments once he’s back. Ribble isn’t exactly known for her grace periods.” With the way Krupp’s voice lowered, he wasn’t sure he was talking to himself or continuing whatever this conversation turned into.

None of them know where any of them stood lately. The sidestepping was honestly kind of annoying. It reminds Harold of his house, half a decade ago.

His attention shifts to the soda can in his hand. It's cold enough to hurt holding it, so he starts tossing it from one hand to the other. “None of the teachers are.”

He hears one of the kids squawk out a laugh before it's muffled. He’s not sure whether the kid covered their own mouth, or someone else did.

Krupp’s mouth splits open to show his teeth and the kids eavesdropping flinch back. This close, Harold can see that it veers closer to wince than intimidating grimace. “Of course.”

The boy doesn’t provide an answer to that. He’s still too busy trying to figure out the principal’s angle here, and without George to ping-pong ideas with, he was more frustrated than anything.

His receiving hand fumbles the catch. It grazes past his fingers and falls to the ground. Between the tosses and sudden impact, its contents spill into a small fizzy explosion.

Thatwas more than enough to break whatever fearful lull the other kids were under moments ago. Laughter bubbles out of the direction of their impromptu audience.

It also breaks whatever train of thought Krupphad up to this point as he stares at the bubbly mess pooling underneath his shoes. “Lunch detention.”

“It’s already lunch,” Harold shot back.

“Don’t care—” he pointed to the lunch doors. “Go.”

And then that off moment was forgotten by the kids nearby.

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The leftover feeling of having to do something do something do something thrums under Krupp’s skin long after the disorientation of switching in fades. Experiencing emotions that aren’t you own will never be a thing he’ll get used to, but this particular emotion is.

It's a little worrying considering that it's anger.

Working backwards, he could figure out why. There were scratches on Harold’s arms, and while George looked fine his pinched expression and the way he had one of his legs propped on his knee said otherwise. In their short walk to the office he had thought he was walking strangely— not quite limping, but angling his body so he was hiding one leg behind him.

For, he amends in his head. Angry for. Not angry at.

The office is relatively clean for now. While it wasn’t hit during the most recent monster fight, there was still evidence of aftershocks. At least the glass from the shattered picture frames were out of the way and he was properly clothed now. The boys look up at the suitcase he slammed on his desk with various levels of uncertainty.

“What happened to the old suitcase?” Harold asked.

“I was meaning to get a new one with more compartments.”

George gave a curious noise as he pulled out a large bottle of rubbing alcohol and managed to catch a glimpse of the compartment’s contents. “Man, did you pack a whole hospital in that thing? That thing’s got more supplies than the nurse’s office here.”

“Figured I needed it one of these days, considering-- you know.” He lets the statement hang in the air for a moment. The boys chorus an agreeing noise, but left it at that.

He diverts his focus towards grabbing a pack of cotton pads, quickly smudging some alcohol on one of it. As soon as he starts circling the desk towards them do they push themselves into the back of the chair.

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing with–” George points at the bit of cotton in his hand. “-- that.”

“I thought the supplies were for you,” Harold adds, just as hastily.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “I’ll feel it in the morning, but no skin’s been broken— unlike you.”

The boys give a silent glance towards each other. Their expressions pinch.

“They’re just surface level,” Harold waves him off. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”

Krupp looks them over and simply raises a brow. If he didn’t know any better, he would have chalked the injuries up to rough-housing. Which, technically, was true, if he discounted what they were rough-housing against.

“I don’t think the other guy will forgive me if I let you leave this room like that.”

The boys suddenly take an interest in the floor tiles under them. Do something,the feeling under his skin thrums.

“More importantly,” he said in a much lower voice. “I don’t want your parents calling me to complain about child endangerment.I won’t hear the end of it from the school board if word gets out.”

That,at least, eases them in a weird way– if only for the familiarity of the routine.

“You worry about grown-up things too much.” Despite that, Harold reluctantly showed off the fresh scrapes on his arms.

“Do we get candy at the end of this?” George smirks, though his brows still remained pinched.

Krupp blotted the scratches before slapping a pair of band-aids on the smaller of the scratches. “You don’t get detention for the day for that locker gum prank you pulled, how about that?”

Harold rolled his eyes, his hand picking at the skin around one of the band-aids as he slapped an extra-large band-aid pad on the other one. George, on the other hand, had turned away from him.

“Welp since you’re done, we better get out of your hair then.” He waved a hand. “Or, scalp. I guess. C’mon, Harold.”

“Now hold it, bub–” He pointed a finger at him. “Your turn.”

He looked over his shoulder with an irritated glare. With a sarcastic flourish, he shows off his arms and even rolls up his already short sleeves to prove a point. Save for the bits of bubblegum-stuck rubble and dust that still clung on his skin, there wasn’t anything he could see.

“What about your legs?”

“Ugh.” He slid back to sitting properly and gestured to them incredulously. They were similarly dirty from the recent fight, but they weren’t hurt as far as he could tell.

At least, as far as he could tell with the unobscured leg. He still hasn’t moved them.

“George,” Krupp warned.

Harold gave a nervous glance. As much as the other boy refused to budge on the subject, his conviction crumbles at the sight of his friend.

“Ugh, fine!” He uncrossed his legs. The knee that had been supporting his other leg was smeared in red.

The roiling feeling he felt when he first swapped in, comes back in full force at the sight. Pull it together. He gritted his teeth as he focused on something else.

George was looking straight up at the ceiling. What looked like a case of childish rebellion clearly wasn’t that on closer inspection: somehow, he had gotten even more tense.

“I don’t like–” He stops himself, and instead says, “Just get it over with already.”

Krupp drops whatever lecture he was about to spit automatically. He’s never seen George freak out like this— which was saying something, considering everything else before was just as harrowing.

“Get the gauze.”

It takes Harold a moment to realize that he’s talking to him.

“Both of them. It's in the big inside pocket—” The boy scrambles to the principal’s desk without hesitation and comes back in record time. “Just put them on the chair, it’s fine.”

The boy opts to circle around the chairs to be at George’s side. He places a hand on his shoulder, and a bit of the tension bleeds out of his shoulders.

Speaking of which.

Upon closer inspection, it looks a lot worse than it actually is. The leg on top of the wound just made a mess of it by unintentionally rubbing it all over his knee.

The next few minutes happen in silence, save for the occasional hiss from George. He cleans up the wound with cotton-soaked rubbing alcohol before wrapping it tight with gauze.

“Done.” Krupp takes a few steps back, rounding back towards his desk. “It's not the nicest job, but I’m not the school nurse for a reason.”

George hazards to look down. The knee in question is wrapped tight, with the ends of the gauze wrapped in a farmer’s loop. He pokes at it and only winces a little bit.

“Huh,” he mumbles.

While the both of them whisper between each other, Krupp rummages around his desk drawers until he finds the forms he was looking for. Ignoring how dusty the page on top was, he sets to write and check off the necessary boxes.

The murmuring stops just as he was finished with it and the boys were now at the edge of his desk.

“What’re you doing?” George gives the pen he was holding the stink-eye.

Harold tilts his head. “Accident Report,” he reads aloud.

“Just to keep things above board.” The principal sighs before handing it off to them. “I’m going to have to call your parents because of this–”

“Our parents are going to flip!”

“Hold on–” Harold squinted at the sheet. “What do you mean ‘injury was caused by playground incident’?”

“It means what it means,” Krupp replies. “I can’t exactly say you two were fighting gum monsters. Knowing most parents they’ll probably want to take you home, or talk to you before I send you off to class, so stay here for the next ten minutes.”

When self-loathing got old, his pragmatism bled in and thought of the logistics of… everything, really. Someone had to, and it wasn’t going to be the other guy, least of all the boys themselves. Though a part of him suspects that the other guy is considering it now.

The thrum, thankfully, quiets.

Harold opens his mouth. Closes it. “That’s… surprisingly cool of you,” he says in disbelief– both with the situation and the words coming out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well, don’t mention it.” He flashes a grimace. “Ever.”

“Done,” George agrees immediately.

“I don’t think anyone would believe us anyway!”

“Our parents are still going to flip out, though.”

The principal swivels back towards the file cabinet to pull up their parents’ contact info, letting the two of them take their usual seat. It was the pragmatic thing, letting them calm down from all that.

#mellsian fanfics #captain underpants #sticky notes au

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whentherewerebicycles · 2 years

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time for a HOUSE UPDATE!! sorry this is of interest to absolutely no one but me but I am aggressively nesting and must narrate the process (story of my life).

well I absolutely love my place and literally the only thing I would change about it is the four-foot 1970s-style overhang that juts out over the giant picture window in the living room, which means I only get bright indirect light and never direct light indoors even during the day. but honestly it’s livable and I imagine that soon there will be very little sunlight to speak of so it probably won’t matter all that much.

here’s what’s left in each room:

LIVING ROOM

I swatched three other colors on posterboard and will hang them up to look at throughout the week (including when the rain starts and I get my first taste of PNW winter). I would like to re-paint that room this weekend or next.

I need a TV console but they’re so expensive. I think I’ll keep putting it off a while longer.

two of the gallery wall pieces aren’t quite right but I’m going to wait till I repaint to fix

I could do something better with that plant corner but that feels like a winter project

the blinds need to be restrung but I might ask my parents to help me with that in November. ditto with installing the curtain rod.

everything else is perfect! the new recliner maybe isn’t the best fit in the space but omg it’s soooooo comfy and nice for reading or watching. and the cozy levels of the sectional area are absolutely off the charts omg the extra pillows & oversized throw I bought this weekend catapulted that part of the room to a new level. sooooooo good and so fun as a space for entertaining.

KITCHEN

all good for now. would love to put up a backsplash at some point (the whole area around the sink is just blah—too many shades of white and off-white) but that might be like, a year 2 project. it’s functional! switching up the orientation of the kitchen table + adding a plant cart made such a difference in that space. it’s way cozier!

HALF BATH & LAUNDRY ROOM

now these rooms are both going to be top candidates for a winter renovation project. I think they will be fun rooms to collect lots of Pinterest inspiration for—they’re small rooms so I feel like I can do something bold and fun in there with color and/or patterns. but for now they are functional and that’s all they need to be!

in the short term though I need to declutter the laundry room (might tackle that today)

DAYROOM/OFFICE

no idea why the paint is photographing like that please trust me it is still the most beautiful color imaginable

I still need to fix the standing desk but will probably give that task to my dad

I need to declutter and organize the big closet (currently my junk space). I bought a nicer dresser for my bedroom and I think I’m going to move the old dresser into the closet to use as an organized storage space. this will be a good weekend project—maybe even this weekend if I don’t paint.

I want to eventually transform this room into my cozy winter writing space. my goal is to figure out a good way to slightly partition off the room so that my office/work desk area feels visually separated from the couch area without making the room feel too cramped or segmented. right now I’m using that plant cart but I’m thinking I’ll eventually get a long low bookshelf (maybe waist-high) to put there so I can put a row of plants along the top and have book storage space on the bottom. I may also experiment with moving the tiger rug up here and getting a diff rug that’s a better match for the kitchen. tbd!!

I’m also going to hang the whiteboard, move Pip’s bed over to that corner so it’s hidden behind the partition, get rid of the IKEA chair in the far corner, move in a small little coffee table in front of the sofa, and get some throw pillows and blankets that actually work in that room. I may also put up curtains to pull that window area together a bit more.

I should really get a pullout couch or comfy futon for guests instead of the current beat-up sofa but I’m loath to spend lots of money on that room when I think that might be the nursery (or foster kid bedroom) within the next couple years depending on how things go. anyway it’s fine for now!

OH and crucially I gotta figure out the walls. I think instead of a gallery wall I may do shelves with leaning framed art + small objects like I had in my old living room. but first I have to figure out how the rest of the room will be arranged so I know what to center the shelves on. I think getting stuff on the walls will make this space feel more like an actual room and not just the place where I cram stuff that doesn’t have a home yet.

LITTLE LIBRARY

I adore this little room that is all lol

I need to finish scraping paint off the ceiling (it’s not hard it just takes some elbow grease)

I may want to get a little side table for my squirrel lamp + a little plant to go under the Rohan poster.

I want to get a small round rug but it’s not urgent! I also kinda have to decide if I want this to be a reading nook with a beanbag or small cozy chair or if I just want it to be a nice-looking open storage area.

oh and I need to organize my books at some point lol I just threw them on the shelves so I could get rid of the boxes

MY BEDROOM

this will be a winter project… it’s functional for now but it’s very bare bones. I am leaning towards doing a rich dark teal accent wall behind the bed and leaving the rest of the room white OR maybe doing a terracotta pink accent wall but we’ll see—I reallyyyyyyy don’t want to paint right now lol

I have two nightstands and a dresser coming this week so that should be a big upgrade to that room visually

I am going to buy a cheap new headboard to replace my cheap old headboard

for art… I think I may want to do a small gallery wall of fandom stuff (My Guys!) over the dresser in this little recessed area of the room—it’s visible from the bed but not from the hall so I think that’s a good compromise on Decorating Like An Adult and following my heart’s desire to plaster images of My Guys everywhere aha. for the rest of the room I think I need to do more Pinterest browsing for inspiration… maybe some bigger art pieces or maybe some shelves with plants or maybe something else who can say!! the space is perfectly usable right now and I can slowly acquire things & ideas to improve it.

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prettyghost55209 · 8 months

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(F/n is friends name) Y/n and f/n are browsing around town in search of any cute little shops. "Let's at least try ok! I'm sure in one of these shops is our future mans🤪" f/n says as they go on the search. "OMG. A BOOKSTORE!" y/n says as she points to this huge bookstore next to a crystal/insence store. "How about we split up then switch! I'll take the crystal store and you take the bookstore." F/n says. "Sounds like a plan!" And with that the girls split. As y/n enters the store she is greater by the warm air and smell of coffee. She looks around and notices the cutest guy she has ever seen. He's on the top of the ladder shelving books with a name tag saying c/n on it. Damn. She should have come here sooner. Thank you f/n for the idea💅🏼 while she is there might as well find this one book she has been in search of for a while. "Excuse me! Do you have Stone Blind by Natalie Haynes?" Y/n asks the clerk. "Yes! It will be in the Greek mythology section where the guy on the ladder is." What. Fucking. Luck. Y/n's heart is pounding as she walks over but the nerves change to excitement when she spots the book. She internally screeches as she has her hand finally on the book she has been searching for months. In all the excitement she fails to hear a voice call out. "WATCH OUT." With that Y/n sees dark. She is knocked unconscious. Later on she learns what happened. C/n was shelving books when one of the shelves broke causing all of the books to fall on y/n. In a panic c/n races down the ladders to see if she is alright. The clerk calls 911 when she realizes she is not waking up. C/n is practically crying. Not only did he knock out a person. But the cute girl he's had his eyes on since she entered. Once the ambulance arrived she is carried out on the stretcher and f/n then realizes it was y/n that was hurt. "Y/N! Oh my gosh! Can I go with her to the hospital!!! She's my best friend!" "Yes ma'am sit in front with the driver." Once they arrive at the hospital y/n is diagnosed with a minor concussion. When she woke up f/n tells her all that happened since she went back to find out what happened. The clerk told her everything. "The poor guy that dropped the books on you threw up since he thought he killed you!" "THE ONE WITH GLASSES?!" "Yeah. He was really cute but I think he's more your type lol." A blush appears on y/n's face and she feels bad since it technically wasn't his fault. "We need to go back." With that y/n tries to take out the iv's and tries to get up quick which only caused her to get a headache from the quick movements. "Easy Tiger. We'll go back to your future husband after you feel better." After 1 day y/n is free to go and the first place she goes is to the bookstore. As soon as she enters the clerk rushes to see her. "Dear are you ok?! I am so sorry for what happened! Any books you want I will give them to you on the house! Anytime and however many you want!" Y/n slightly giggles at the panicked face. "It's ok maam! No worries whatsoever! I actually came to buy the book I got and I will not be accepting it for free haha." The woman smiles and nods her head. "Absolutely not. I promise it's on the house." At those words rapid footsteps are heard and c/n appears. Both y/n and c/n flush as they stare at each other. C/n looks so much better face to face. "I am so sorry! The shelf caved in and all the books fell! I am so sorry ! I'll pay for any books you want!""c/n I already said that..." the woman tells him. At that c/n turns even redder than he was before. Y/n giggles at that and that smile is a sight c/n wishes to never live without. "Can I buy you a coffee instead! If not than that's fine! I don't wanna be creepy or anything. Oh my gosh do I sounds creepy. I am so sorry again!" At that y/n laughs again "a coffee would be nice!" And with that begins a new story to last a lifetime.

#delulu

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music-catalogue · 1 year

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pov: you're writing in a coffee shop

You're embracing the atmosphere. Life exists all around you as you type your life away into your laptop, basking in the ambience of the coffee lounge, occasionally staring pensively out the window and sipping your coffee. Your headphones are in to add a kick to your motivation. You're cozy. You're inspired.

Coffee Shop Vibes

Can't Get Out Of This Mood - Samara Joy

Go There With You - Victoria Monet

Tiger Dreams - Miley Cyrus

Sweetlips - Al Hirt

I Heard Love Is Blind - Amy Winehouse

It's A Wrap - Mariah Carey

It's My House - Diana Ross

Burning Eyes R Calling - Wasia Project

Stardust - Ben Webster

Cloudbusting - Kate Bush

'tis the damn season - Taylor Swift

Chemtrails Over The Country Club - Lana Del Rey

Flowers - The Deli

Forever - Emma Blackery

Stay Long Love You - Mariah Carey, Gunna

#spotify #music #music blog #pop music #music tumblr #music recommendation #good music #musicblr #musicislife #music lovers #playlist #mixtape #coffee shop #cafe #chill music #jazz music #study music #soul music

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i-lovethatforme · 4 years

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Ilovethatforme masterlist

Multi-chaps:

Post NWH:

if you love me, leave me lonely

what if peter’s new neighbour was the love of his life and he pretended to hate her ha ha what if (T)

ghosts that broke my heart before i met you

peter’s roommate is dating mj and he’s like stop that please (T)

i get a little lonely around this time

mj is the brains and she WOULD (G)

Everything else:

clawed my way up from hell (and into your heart) w coykoii

what happens when jill and i are big brained and have too much time on our hands (T)

‘tis the season

childhood enemies to lovers speedrun (E)

love is not a victory march

princess!mj loves the farmboy idk what to tell you (E)

i won’t say i’m in love

i’m embarrassed w how quickly they’re in love (E)

one heart broken, four hands bloody

mj doesnt remember anything okay she just wants to fuck peter (M)

turn your heart back to me w @which-star

silk and felicia make up break up (T)

the monsters creep into your house

soulmates if you were a rude writer (M)

i knew her face by heart, i had her memorised

peter just loves love but he loves mj more (T)

the trials and tribulations of breaking hearts w @coykoii

peter prick parker prevails (T)

to know her, is to love her

i started amnesia early and good for me (M)

time has brought your heart to me w @coykoii

best fic you’ll ever read no lie no joke (T)

my love don’t cost a thing

peter is an escort and mj loves him idk how to make it clearer (E)

the years start coming and they don’t stop

will remain a WIP for all time - spoiler alert it’s comp (G)

there’s no escape from death’s embrace, though you lead it on a merry chase WIP (forever)

peter has to kill mj but he doesnt WANNA (T)

i mixed up telling you i love you

it takes them six years which lbr is too long (G)

you could be happy

or you could not for one and a half chapters (T)

Oneshots:

Post NWH:

but goddamn, you got me in love again

peter is set up on a blind date and he doesnt WANNA but then its mj bc ofc it is (T)

if they say nothing is forever (then why is love the exception)

what would happen if peter told her the truth? but mj said no ty x (E)

i know how i feel about you now

i listened to the sugababes on repeat for a day (T)

i would come back a thousand times

mj texting a random number is peak ridic energy from me thanks (T)

all i’ll never know is if you want me

peter broke his promise and mj is like i will stab you w my words (T)

call my name an save me from the dark

peter and peter chat and then peter and peter fix their lives

when he takes you back well sing hallelujah, you’re home

may and mj own my heartttttttt (G)

i thought heavens can’t help me now

fix it i’m serious canon fix it right now (G)

tell me i’m safe, you’ve got me now

mj won’t stop falling to her death hate that x (T)

sometimes i trip on how happy we could be

hey everyone thinks im a murder but should we ;) (M)

see you in another life, tiger

break up make up w a twist (G)

i won’t fall out of love, i’ll fall into you

rooftop dates adjacent (G)

Everything else:

the things i would like to tell you

theyre just besties in love ig (T)

oh my darling, I've been missing you

started making them petty then said what if they were in love instead x (T)

everyone else but you

fluffffy bookshop au as is deserved (G)

i want you to ruin my life

mj and peter hate each other but wanna fuck each other as WELL (E)

i saw mummy kissing spider-man w @machiavelien

spanking w feelings OKAY (E)

for you, i would

six of crows au - please just touch (T)

daddy issues

missing dad peter returns spoiler alert he doesn’t know he’s a papa (M)

imagine what would happen if i let you close enough to touch

petty acquaintances to lovers - use of sweetheart (derogatory) (E)

all through the night

anal idk how else to say it (E)

sugar, spice, and everything nice w @coykoii

coffee shop au - they’re sweet for each other i guess (T)

the old rules don’t fly anymore

spidey mj is feral (T)

call it mother’s intuition

mj’s mum barely likes peter but may loves mj (G)

this night can last forever

just admit you love each other we are tired (T)

i’m nothing but bad luck, baby

felicia owns wtvr is left of my heart after petermj are done (E)

anytime, anyplace, anywhere

spidey calls mj by accident (T)

just a little bit of your heart

felicia likes petermj as much as me (E)

it smells like infidelity

felicia is a killer and good for her (T)

when our beginnings meet our ends w @coykoii

childhood friends to lovers oh i can’t believe jill got me like this (T)

to have and to fold

polly remains the only name i can think of (G)

what in carnation?

spidey loves mj loves peter loves mj loves spidey (T)

my (he)art is yours for the taking

mj had a funny five and if spidey could not be a thief (G)

would you choose me if you had another choice?

as close to an mcd as i’m ever getting (T)

i must be a snowflake, because i’ve fallen for you

the most avengers i’ll ever write in my life (T)

just love me, love me

spidey mj if you squint which i will (G)

all i want for christmas is the end of the exploitation of the working class (and you)

unnecessarily long title for adoptedmum!mj

single and not prepared to mingle

mj fancies peter and she’s mad he’s a prick (G)

call your name two, three times in a row

dirty alley way hook up (E)

about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night so that she could breathe

these titles... mj is depressed and also starlight (G)

i’ll love you in my peaceful nights, even more in my sleepless ones

peter has nightmares but mj is the best (G)

i'm surprised that you've never been told before (that you're lovely and you're perfect)

peter says mj date me and she says yeah okay (G)

before i let you walk, you gotta show me how you crawl

enemies for four seconds as is my brand (E)

you only know you love her when you let her go

harry is a good guy in this but still gets dicked over bye (G)

you know i love it, so please don’t stop it

peter doesn’t even take any photos one star (E)

wake up, dork (i miss you)

mj just wants peter to do his part of the homework (G)

can’t take my eyes off of you

dad!peter and my dislike of kidfics (G)

you’re just too good to be true

i still don’t like kidfics (G)

what, are we in forks?

peter says mj let me love you forever and she says new phone who this (G)

without knowing how, or when, or from where

i said no plot in the tags and i wasn’t lying (G)

I don't care who's right or wrong (I just don't love you no more)

shuffle really mugged me off w this song (T)

let it be me

depressed!peter my beloved (G)

and i’m certain, i’d do anything for you

vampire!mj has no filter and peter is down for it (T)

if you fall for me, i’ll catch you

cheerleader au when they’re barely cheerleaders (G)

enchanted

me w my taylor swift fic look at me (G)

rockin’ all over the world

banger of a song i stand by it (G)

i wanna be your lover

first fic yay snaps for me (G)

Prompts:

spooky season

snowy season

three sentence fics

fic recs

#masterlist #spideychelle #petermj #updated

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Set Me Free | Chapter 1

Chapter List

Pairing: hybrid!Yoongi x human!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, coffee shop AU, hybrid AU

Word Count: Chapter: 6,000~ Total: 40,000~ (I’m sorry xD)

Updates daily at 10pm MST

Warnings: violence, discrimination (against hybrids), mentions of injuries and blood, anxiety, panic attacks

Summary: Yoongi, a cat hybrid, has been hurt time and time again by a world that would have him believe he’s worthless. One day he finds himself in your protective care, and gets a new family to boot. But is it really that easy to escape the past and embrace a new beginning?

Author’s Note: I love writing reader inserts but I just can’t write Y/N. It feels weird to me. So in this fic the reader’s name is Yeoji. I hope this isn’t too confusing for anyone! This is my first time posting my work so I appreciate any support it gets!

You raised the blinds just high enough to let a sliver of pre-dawn light in, but low enough that you wouldn’t be blinded when the sun crested the buildings across the way. You peered through the sheer fabric onto the square outside. The area had seen a lot of development in the last few years. Trendy little shops now lined the street. The coffee shop you owned and operated was tucked between a couple of over-priced restaurants with laughably tiny servings.

While you weren’t thrilled with the increase in your overhead costs, you couldn’t deny the recent boost in business. There was a steady flow of customers through the whole week, not just in the early morning or on weekends. It had even become necessary to hire a couple of part-timers to keep the place open longer. Not that you minded. You were actually glad for the opportunity to give your friend, Jungkook, a job.

The rabbit hybrid was nervous by nature despite his imposing appearance; he stood at least a foot taller than you. Your brother, Namjoon was fiercely protective of him. Jungkook came into your lives in your final year of college. The police brought a battered and terrified Jungkook to Remedy shelter, which was run by your friend Jin. They hadn’t seen what happened to him, and he wouldn’t say. As far as you knew, Namjoon and Jin were the only people he ever told.

Your eyes focused on the patio before you, as the very bunny you were thinking of appeared at the door. One of the boys came in on the weekends to work alongside you and help with the rush. The square was usually packed with couples on dates, window-shopping and listening to musicians that busked along the sidewalks.

“Morning, noona!” Jungkook chirped with his wide bunny grin.

“G’morning Koo,” you said, attempting to match his energy level despite the early hour. He laughed sweetly at the nickname. You were the only one he let call him that since he turned seventeen.

“Did you have your coffee yet?” He asked. You shook your head no. “Waiting for your favorite hybrid to make it for you?”

“Don’t let Jimin hear you say that. You know he’ll take any opportunity to pout,” you said.

Jungkook chuckled at that. Jimin was the shop's other part-timer. Many hybrids were affectionate, but the ragdoll hybrid took it to another level. He spent every possible second with his arms wrapped around his nearest friend. You were counted among his friends from pretty much your first meeting. When the chance to work at your shop had opened up, he thought it would be a great chance to have some independence.

Jimin had been rooming with Jin for years. Despite his desire for independence he simply couldn’t stand living alone. So he shared an apartment with Jin and Taehyung, a sweet tiger hybrid. Taehyung had been hard to adopt out because despite his good nature, he was an exotic breed, and a predator no less. Few wanted to risk taking responsibility for him, and those that did had less-than-good intentions for him.

Life was scary as a hybrid. Between the massive industry of underground fighting rings, sex trafficking, and abuse in even seemingly decent homes, any adoption was a gamble. Jin tried his best to vet each family, but he couldn’t catch every red flag. You and Namjoon knew better than most how that haunted him.

Several years ago, the two of you stopped by the shelter. Neither of you could reach him on the phone and you were starting to get worried. You finally found him in his office, passed out over his desk with several empty bottles of soju scattered around. Namjoon tried to rouse him, but all he could mumble was ‘dead, dead, dead’ between hiccuping sobs. The next morning you learned that a hybrid he’d helped earlier that year was found dead in a seedy part of town. The couple that adopted her were being investigated on suspicion of hybrid trafficking.

He wasn’t the same after that. He got back to his usual smiling self, but he was slower to trust, and slower to laugh. Every time a hybrid left the shelter for their new home there was a flicker of sadness and fear in his eyes.

“Noona? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, breaking your train of thought. You turned to look at him, blinking to stop your eyes watering at the memory.

“It’s nothing Kookie, just thinking about this sad movie I watched last night.” You and Namjoon both agreed that it was best to keep the more tragic events from the shelter quiet. Jungkook had been through enough in the past, and you didn’t want to hurt him further by bringing up old memories. Jungkook frowned at the response.

“It must’ve been really sad,” he said, sniffing lightly. His frown deepened and he searched her eyes. He seemed to debate pressing it further. You knew that his hybrid senses were telling him you were lying. But he seemed to decide it was best to let it go, instead holding out a hot cup of your favorite coffee, a soft smile returning and making his eyes scrunch.

You took it, grateful for the coffee and his letting you evade the question. You set about your morning tasks, laying out chairs, brewing coffee for the self-serve station, and checking that there was creamer chilled and ready. Sunlight sparkled in the air, reflecting off the morning frost.

It was supposed to snow that night. You shuddered. You hated winter for forcing you to pay for heating, if nothing else. Whenever your friends got together at your house—a tiny one-bedroom apartment above the cafe—Jimin whined about the cold temperature. But you refused to pay for anything beyond what would keep your pipes from freezing. It was expensive enough to own a building in your area already. Instead you wore layers and piled blankets on your bed. Jimin wasn’t really upset anyway, he loved any excuse to cuddle. Movie night usually ended with him and Taehyung asleep on either side of you.

“You actually going to turn on the radiator tonight?” Jungkook teased.

“I have my radiator on! It’s just… turned down,” you said.

He chuckled, knowing you were too stubborn to waste money on ‘luxuries.’ He turned away at the jingle of the door bell. The first customer of the day came as no surprise. A familiar, slouching form appeared, dropped a couple of equipment cases off at the side of the door, and shuffled up to the counter. The young man had black hair that hung down and nearly covered his eyes, which flicked up to meet hers. His lips twitched in a hint of a smile.

“Good morning, Yoongi” You said with more than your usual morning cheer. Jungkook scoffed and you threw him a dirty look. The young man in front of the counter didn’t seem to pay attention, his eyes determinedly focused on his beat-up boots.

“Morning,” he mumbled, glancing up to briefly meet your eyes.

“The usual?” you asked, trying to hold his gaze.

“Yeah,” he said. This time offering you a genuine smile before he looked away again. He busied himself looking through a well-worn notebook while you relayed his usual order to Jungkook: cheese toast and a small hot americano. You returned to the counter and accepted his punch card. He practically filled one every other week, since he was in nearly every day.

“Performing in the square again today?” you asked. He was one of the buskers that was a regular in the area. He nodded. “You should put on a coat. It’s supposed to snow later. You’re going to freeze if you’re out there all day like that.”

You looked over his clothes. The hoodie he wore was ragged at the sleeves. He had the hood up, cinched a bit against the biting wind. His signature beanie was just peeking out from under it. He scuffed his feet, uncomfortable under your appraisal.

“I’ll be fine,” he answered shortly. He looked up at you, eyes wide as he realized how curt he sounded. “I stay warm when I’m performing.”

You weren’t sure how standing behind a keyboard and laptop could keep you warm, but you didn’t press the issue. You handed back the punch card and gave him his total. He rummaged in his pockets before frowning and looking up at the menu.

“That’s wrong,” he said.

“Hm?” you asked, though you already knew what he meant. He pointed to the menu over your shoulder.

“Your prices went up, but this is what it always costs.” He pulled a jumble of crumpled bills and coins from the pocket of his hoodie, counting through them. A couple of coins fell and clattered across the counter.

“I gave you the regular customer discount,” you said. Jungkook chuckled as he joined you at the register with the completed order.

“That’s not a thing,” Yoongi said as he finished counting out his change and handed you the total with the new prices.

“It’s my shop. I’m making it a thing,” you argued, pushing the money back toward him.

“Please, Yeoji-ssi. I don’t need a hand out.”

“I didn’t mean that you need it, I just wanted to,” you finally stammered after an awkward pause. Now you were embarrassed, and you felt bad for unintentionally insulting him. Yoongi cursed quietly under his breath. Beside you Jungkook’s ears twitched, and he sniffed curiously; no doubt sensing something you couldn’t.

“I know, I’m sorry. That’s very generous of you,” he said as he gently pushed the money back toward you. Tucking his toast into the backpack and taking his coffee he hurried back toward the door. He fumbled for a minute, trying to carry his equipment and the hot beverage. As he finally got his things together and went to push the door open, you called after him.

“Hey, drop by if you get a chance to take a break and warm up.”

“I’ll try,” he said, turning around and flashing another soft smile as he pushed through the door.

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You thought about Yoongi a lot through the rest of the day. Jungkook noticed and teased you all day. You couldn’t scold him for it though, you’d teased him plenty about his first crush.

As long as Yoongi had been coming to the cafe you’d been curious about him. He was quiet, handsome, and talented. You’d heard him perform in the square before. He played the keyboard but also produced tracks that he played from his laptop, blending the simplicity of the piano with a full-bodied studio sound.

You often wondered why he wasn’t working at a studio, producing for idols. He could have been an idol himself with the good looks he hid behind a beanie, hoodie, and bangs. The more you learned about the boy, the more you wanted to know. On your break, you googled his name and found a few YouTube videos of performances at clubs and underground rap battles. Apparently he wasn’t just a musician, he was a talented lyricist and rapper as well.

“Doing some research on your boyfriend, I see?” Jungkook said, resting his chin on your shoulder. You jumped, turning to swat at him as he quickly danced away.

“Don’t read over people’s shoulders! That’s rude,” you scolded. You could feel your face turning pink, and it irritated you to know that he could sense your embarrassment. “He’s not my boyfriend. And I was just curious about his music.”

“Mhm, right,” Jungkook said dismissively. “You’re seriously browsing Google? Come on, doesn’t this guy have an Instagram?”

“Not one that I can find.” Your tone made it clear that you had made a thorough search and failed.

“Wow, really? No social media presence at all? Maybe he has Twitter.” You shook your head. “Facebook? LinkedIn? MySpace? AOL?”

“AOL did IM and email, you dork,” you interrupted, cracking a smile. “And no, I can’t find him on any platform besides YouTube. He doesn’t seem to have his own channel…”

“Weird…” Jungkook said. “Are we sure this guy really exists?” You snorted. “I’m serious! For someone to be completely off the grid on the internet is like, unheard of. Maybe he’s hiding from the law! Or in witness protection. Noona, what if your boyfriend is a drug dealer!”

You swung at him again, this time successfully landing a smack on his shoulder. He ran back out front when the door chimed.

“He’s not a drug dealer, stupid!” You called after him. “And he’s not my boyfriend!”

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Namjoon picked up Jungkook after closing that evening. They were having a boys night at Jin’s house.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join, noona?” Jungkook asked, pouting a little bit to try and convince you.

“We really don’t mind, noona. Jimin and Tae would love it if you came,” Namjoon added.

“I appreciate the invitation, but I’ll be fine Joon. And Koo, you know Overwatch isn’t my style. You have fun with the boys. Make sure to let them win a few times,” you said, getting on your toes to ruffle Jungkook’s hair affectionately.

“I will,” Jungkook said, leaning into your hand for one last ear scratch.

You waved off the boys and set to cleaning up for the night. After mopping and turning out the lights in the front you went in the back to wash the dishes. Through the door leading out into the alley, you heard shouting. Listening for a minute, you shrugged it off. Probably just college kids from a local frat house. You often heard them as they stumbled home from the local bar. It was Friday night after all.

That explanation left your head quickly when you heard a scream. The sound nearly made you drop the mug you were washing. That wasn’t a scream of young men goofing around, it was a cry of pain and fear. Before you could think better of it you shook the water off your hands, grabbed your phone, and raced for the door.

You burst out into the alleyway struggling to stay upright on the thin layer of freshly fallen snow.

What you saw made your stomach turn. A group of four young men were crowded around the dumpster. Something, or more likely someone, was crumpled in the corner between it and the wall. You couldn’t see much, just rumpled fabric and a couple of bags laying around. The bags were opened, the paper and garments they had contained tossed around the alley.

The men took turns throwing brutal kicks at the person in the corner, who was now curled so that the only thing you could see besides the snow-soaked hoodie was his hands clutching something to his chest.

“You thought you could fool everyone? Thought you could scam a buck out of us?” One of the men sneered.

“Too bad. We know what you are. Just because no one wants you doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want,” another said

“You’re just a toy that someone threw away. What were you thinking trying to pull something over on real people?” another said, punctuating his point with a kick to the ribs that sent the victim sprawling onto the snow.

“Hey!” you shouted before you could think better of it. You hurriedly lifted your phone to dial the police. It was dead. Panic shot through you as the four guys turned to you. Thinking quickly you put the phone to your ear and started talking.

“Hello? I need the police. I’m in the alley behind ***********. There are some young men here and I think they’ve hurt someone.” One of the men took a step toward you, further illuminating his face in the dim security light. You took a step back. “Hey, I have all of this on CCTV! Your faces are on it!” you warned before returning to the imaginary phone call. “Yes, the cameras run 24/7. Everything should be on there…”

The guy closest to you stepped back into the shadows, cursing.

“Let’s go,” he said, turning to walk away and nodding for his friends to follow him. One of them turned to spit on the figure in the corner before walking away.

“You’re lucky, freak.”

You kept talking until the group disappeared around the corner. As soon as they were gone you rushed to the person in the alley. The person flinched away as you approached, tucking in on himself. You stopped, listening as he said something. It was muffled by his arms, which were held up in an attempt to protect his head.

“What did you say?” you asked, moving a little closer.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…” he repeated over and over again. The man’s voice trembled to the point it was hard to understand him, but his voice was undeniably familiar. As you came within arms reach you got a clearer view, and your blood ran cold. There bundled in a thin, soaked hoodie, was Yoongi. The snow that had melted over him from his body heat was quickly refreezing. He shivered so badly you could hear his teeth chattering.

“Yoongi?” you asked in a choked whisper.

He looked up at you then. One of his eyes was blackened, almost entirely swollen shut, with a cut through his eyebrow dripping blood onto his eyelashes. His nose was bleeding, possibly broken. The split in his lip lined up with a quickly darkening bruise on his jaw.

“Oh my god, Yoongi! What happened?” you asked, reaching out for him.

“Please,” he said, more of a whimper than a word. You froze. He was scared you were going to hurt him.

“Yoongi?” you said, more softly this time. “It’s okay. They’re gone. I’m not going to hurt you. Would you please let me help you?” The panic in his eyes seemed to clear a little, and he seemed to really see you when he met your eyes again.

“Yeoji-ssi? I shouldn’t be here. I’m sorry. I’ll leave,” he mumbled, wincing as he tried to stand.

“Woah, hold on.” You reached out to steady him. He flinched at the sudden movement, but didn’t pull away this time. “You aren’t going anywhere. Come on, let's get you inside before you freeze.”

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. It’s really not worth the tro-“ he started.

“Yoongi,” you said in your older-sister voice. He seemed to realize that that was the end of the discussion, because he sagged against you as you slung his arm over your shoulders. His free hand was still clutching something to his chest. You glanced at it and your eyes widened. A tail. You looked up at him with a clearly shocked expression. He let out a kind of tired, resigned sigh.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. Like I said, I can just go. You can leave me. You probably don’t want me here.”

“Why would you say that?” you said, immediately regretting your tone. He shrank into himself, curling his shoulders in to make himself smaller, even as he winced at the pain of moving.

“Sorry,” he repeated meekly, pulling his arm off as if he expected you to shove him away. You grabbed his hand and settled it back over your shoulder.

“I’m not mad at you, Yoongi. But why would you think I would leave you here?” you said. As you limped toward the door into the café he couldn’t meet your eyes. He’d embarrassed you, again. Of course you’d want to get rid of him. He hung his head and obediently followed you inside. His heart broke as he saw his bags, open and empty, strewn around the alley. His notes littered the floor, already soaked and probably illegible. He glanced around, seeing the edge of his keyboard where it had been shoved under the dumpster in the scuffle. Turning, he realized his backpack—containing his laptop, important papers and notes, and what little money he had saved—was still lying in the corner where you’d found him.

He turned to you to say something, but found you were already at the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, what little strength he had left him. You eased him to the ground as best you could. He grunted, muffling a whimper of pain. He already felt pathetic enough.

“Okay, I’m going to call the police and an ambulance,” you said, tossing your dead cell phone on the counter and hurrying to the landline. Thank god you hadn’t hadn’t got around to cancelling it yet. Yoongi’s eyes widened and he lurched forward, trying to stand. He only made it one step before he fell, yelping in pain and landing on his hands and knees on the tile. You rushed back to his side.

“Don’t,” he begged through gritted teeth. You stopped short, thinking he didn’t want you to touch him. “No cops. No ambulance,” he got out before lowering himself to lay on his side. You quickly moved to lay his head on your lap instead of the cold floor.

“Yoongi you’re hurt. And those boys should be arrested! Besides, I’m sure someone is worried about you. Don’t you have a…” you trailed off, looking for the right word.

“Owner?” Yoongi said, disgust clear in his voice.

“I was going to say guardian. That’s what most of my friends call their arrangement.”

“You have hybrid friends? Or your friends own hybrids?” Yoongi asked.

“I guess both, not that my hybrid friends are anyone’s property-“ you cut yourself off. “Yoongi this isn’t important right now. You need help.”

“No. The hospital will call the police, and the police will put me in a shelter.”

“You’re alone?” you asked cautiously.

“Yeah. I’m better his way. If I can just sleep here, I’ll be gone in the morning. Please,” he said. His voice kept getting quieter, losing its bite the more he spoke.

“No,” you said firmly.

“I’m sorry, I know you don’t want me here. I’ll be gone before you wake up. I won’t touch anything. You can just forget all of this.”

“No, Yoongi. I meant I’m not letting you leave like this. I’m getting you help and you’re going to let me.”

You took off your sweater and put it under his head so you could stand and get the phone. Yoongi moved to protest, but you threw him a look and he surrendered. You dialed and watched as Yoongi’s eyes fell closed despite his best attempts to fight it.

“Noona? What’s up?” came the answer on the phone.

“Hoseok, I need your help,” you said, not wasting any time. You could hear the sound of video games and trash talk pause in the background as the other boys asked Hoseok what you called for.

“Shut up a sec and let me ask,” he said to the younger boys who were no doubt hovering around the phone trying to eavesdrop. “Sorry, noona. What do you need? It’s late. Is everything okay?”

“I need a doctor.”

“Are you okay?” he asked immediately, his voice more urgent now. You could hear a whine on the other end already, probably Jungkook, already worried.

“I’m fine, Hobi, but could you take this conversation somewhere more private?” you asked, not wanting to expose the younger boys to any unnecessary trauma. There was shuffling and complaints on the other end of the line, then the sound of a door closing.

“Talk. What’s going on?” Hoseok demanded. The door opened and closed again and you heard Namjoon’s voice.

“What’s happening? Is she okay?” he asked. “Are you okay?” He repeated more clearly, evidently sharing the phone with Hoseok.

“Yes, I’m fine! But I have an injured hybrid here. He doesn’t have a guardian and he’s too scared to let me call an ambulance.”

“What happened to him?” Hoseok asked. He was a doctor specializing in hybrid medicine at the nearby hospital. He often helped out at Jin’s shelter. You felt some relief as you sensed he was in what Taehyung liked to call ‘doctor mode.’

“Some kids beat him up. It’s bad. He’s passed out on my kitchen floor right now. Drenched from the snow too. I can’t carry him into my apartment myself and it’s way too cold in this kitchen.”

“I’m on my way. I’ll have to grab some supplies from the shelter.”

You heard the door opening again, and a bunch of voices throwing questions at Hoseok and Joon.

“Jin-hyung, shelter keys?” Hoseok requested over the noise.

“I’m going too,” Namjoon chimed in. There was more arguing and shuffling noises as coats were grabbed and shoes were put on and everyone insisted they were coming. You were distracted by a soft murmur from Yoongi, still on the floor behind you. You stretched the phone cord and returned to his side.

“What is it, Yoongi?” you asked, pulling the beanie off to brush some of his fringe off his face. His soft black ears were flattened against his head, and you gently smoothed over them too.

“My bag,” he mumbled, eyebrows creasing even in unconsciousness.

You interrupted the arguing boys on the other end of the phone.

“Bring the boys,” you said.

“Are you sure about that?” Namjoon asked, knowing that you, Jin, and himself all agreed it was best to protect the three maknaes from this kind of situation when it was possible.

“They can’t come in and see him, but I have a job I need them to help me with. Make sure they dress warm,” you said.

“If you’re sure,” Namjoon said, deciding not to question you.

“We’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Hoseok said. “Do your best to keep him warm until then.”

“Okay. Please hurry.”

As soon as you hung up, you quickly ran into your apartment in the back. You pulled as many extra blankets as you could carry out of your closet and rushed back to Yoongi. You debated for a minute before pulling off the drenched hoodie, only to find that the black t-shirt he wore underneath was no drier. You weren't confident that you could get the garment off without further hurting him, so instead you piled blankets on top of him. You filled a couple of hot water bottles and tucked them around him; then filled a couple more and tucked them into your bed so that it would be warm when the boys carried him in.

You returned to the kitchen, where Yoongi was barely visible for all the blankets he was packed in. Glancing at the clock, you saw that only 10 minutes had passed. It felt like you’d been waiting for hours. The time crawled as you alternated between watching the seconds tick by and watching Yoongi’s chest rise and fall.

You jumped when the knock finally came at the door. They’d come to the back, the front door to your apartment, and you ran to let them in. Hoseok immediately slipped past you and headed to the kitchen. The others moved to follow, but you stopped them.

“I need you guys to help me with something,” you said. “Those thugs trashed his stuff threw it all over the alley. Joon, can you take the boys and go gather what you can and see if any of it can be salvaged? I know he said his bag is back there. It seemed important to him.”

Namjoon nodded and quickly herded the boys around the building and into the alley. You pulled Jin inside.

“I need you to help Hobi and I get him inside.”

“That bad?” he asked, frowning. You just nodded. He followed you back to where Hoseok was already taking stock of his patient.

“You did good, noona. Seems like you staved off the shock. Move him, and then I’ll dress these wounds.”

You carefully pulled the blankets away.

“Be careful, he was really protective of his tail. I think it’s injured somehow,” you warned before Jin and Hoseok picked him up. They exchanged a glance as they moved toward the apartment door.

“What?” you asked. “Is something else wrong?”

“No,” Jin tried to assure you, though his tone wasn’t comforting. “It’s just… Hobi, I know he isn’t a big guy, but is it normal to be this light?”

“No,” Hoseok answered grimly. “Definitely not.”

Now that your attention was drawn to it, you noticed how slight Yoongi was. His ribs were clearly visible through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. You felt a lump in your throat and looked away, hurrying to open the door.

“You can put him in my room. I put some water bottles to warm the bed.” They nodded and quickly settled him on the bed.

“Do you think we could cut away this stuff?” Hoseok asked, gesturing to his clothes. “It’s all trashed anyway.”

“I don’t know if he has much else…” you said, hesitant to ruin his things.

“I just don’t want to risk further injury trying to get them off intact. And we can’t leave him in these, he’s already nearly hypothermic,” he said.

“We can replace them,” Jin suggested. “I brought a change of clothes. It’s in a bag on your coffee table, noona.”

“Right, great,” you said. “I’ll go get them.”

You hurried out of the room to get the bag Jin mentioned. When you came into the living room you found Jimin, hovering by the door.

“Noona, there was a keyboard by the trash and papers everywhere. Are they his? Should we get them too?” he asked, shifting from foot to foot. His nose twitched, and you realized he could probably smell the anxiety and pain in the air. You sighed.

“Yeah, grab everything you can. We can sort through it in the morning, and see what we can save.” He nodded and turned to leave.

“Chim,” you called and he turned. You wrapped him in a comforting hug. “Thank you.”

A purr echoed in the boy’s chest, even as you heard him sniffle. You knew this whole experience was hard for him. He was one of the volunteers at the shelter the day Jungkook was brought in. That experience still haunted him. It’s why he stopped working at the shelter and took a job at the coffee shop. His tail curled around your waist as he hugged you back tightly.

“He’ll be okay, Chim,” you said, stroking his hair. “We’re going to help him.”

A pained groan came from the room behind you, and you pulled away from Jimin.

“Go back out and help the boys. Once you’re done, leave the stuff in the living room and go to the cafe. Tell Jungkook I said everyone needs a hot chocolate,” you petted his hair one last time and guided him out the door. A shout echoed out of your bedroom, and you couldn’t tell if it sounded pained, angry, or scared. Snatching the bag off the coffee table, you dashed back into the room.

“Get off me!” Yoongi shouted, tail clutched to his now bare chest. Jin stood back, hands up in surrender as Hoseok tried to calm the panicked cat.

“Look man, your clothes are soaked. We’re risking hypothermia if we don’t get you into something dry.”

Yoongi looked down, seeing what remained of his ratty t-shirt cut open and in the trash. The right leg of his jeans was sliced along the outer seam up to his mid-thigh.

“What the hell did you do to my clothes?” He shouted again. He winced and swayed from the strain of sitting upright.

“Yoongi,” you started softly. Yoongi turned to you, eyes wide with panic. You approached slowly, not stopping when he spat at you to leave him alone, hurling threats and nonsense at you. As you sat on the edge of the bed he shrank back into the bedding around him and refused to meet your eyes.

“Please,” he said, his voice so quiet you hardly heard him. “Please just leave me alone. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Yoongi,” you said again, “I want to help. You’re safe. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” You reached out to gently take his hands. “I swear, I’m going to protect you. Please let me. These are my friends, and they’re trying to help.”

He drew a shallow breath, wincing at the pain in his ribs and nodded. You stood and moved to leave, trying to spare him some privacy.

“Wait!” he said, stopping you. “Please don’t leave me.”

You turned back to him and took in his face, still chapped from the winter wind. You couldn’t leave him. So you stood with your back turned, awkwardly rocking on the balls of your feet as Jin and Hoseok helped him change.

“That’s much better,” Hoseok said, evidently satisfied that his patient was no longer at risk for hypothermia. You turned to find Yoongi with his ribs already wrapped and Hoseok working on dressing the wounds on his brow and lip. The flannel pajama bottoms Jin had brought were much too big for him, you might’ve giggled at how cute he looked if the situation were different. Without the dark hoodie and ripped jeans, Yoongi was undeniably adorable.

“I brought my clothes since I wasn’t sure what size would fit. I guess we should’ve borrowed Jimin’s instead,” Jin said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“Thank you,” Yoongi said, bowing his head in thanks.

“It’s no problem. I’ll bring by something that’ll fit you better tomorrow.”

Yoongi glanced from you to Jin to Hoseok, then back to his hands in his lap. He focused on Hoseok’s hands, which were now busy setting the break in his tail.

“Don’t worry about it, I probably have something in my bag I can wear…” He trailed off, remembering the state his belongings were in the last time he saw them. “I’ll go clean up my stuff as soon as it’s light tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’ll be out of the way before you know it.”

“Yoongi,” you said, trying her best not to sound frustrated. Yoongi’s ears flattened and you knew you hadn’t succeeded.

“I’m sorry. I can leave now if you want,” he said, tail curling back around him as soon as Hoseok released it.

Your heart, already cracked from all the events of the night so far, finally broke completely. Hoseok stepped aside to make room as you came to sit beside Yoongi again. He was shaking, and you realized that he was terrified. He genuinely believed that you wanted him gone; that you’d throw him out in the snow right then and there.

“Don’t leave,” you said, your own voice trembling now. You reached out and lifted his chin so he’d meet your eyes. He did, and you found they were shining with tears of pain and fear that he was desperately trying to hold back. “Please don’t leave. I want you to stay.”

His shaking hand came up to rest over yours, which still cupped his cheek. He leaned in to the first gentle touch he’d felt in years, and the tears finally fell. You pulled him into your arms, and he let you. He buried his face in your neck and cried as you pulled a blanket over his shoulders.

Eventually the sobs quieted. His breaths came in little gasps now, as he tried to catch his breath despite the pain in his ribs. You leaned away after a while to look at his face and saw he’d fallen asleep.

You looked back to find that Jin had gone to check on the boys. Hoseok sat quietly at the end of the bed, not wanting to interrupt. He gave you an approving smile, and you thought his eyes were a bit wet too. It took you a moment to notice Namjoon standing in the doorway. Hoseok helped you ease Yoongi down to lie comfortably, and you carefully disengaged herself from his arms. The two of you exited the room as quietly as you could.

“You were great with him, noona,” Hoseok praised. Namjoon beamed with pride before pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, planting a kiss on top of your head.

“Thank you, Joonie.” Your voice broke and you finally felt all of the emotions hit you. Your shoulders shook and you struggled to stay quiet as you sobbed into Namjoon’s sweater.

A/N: So so so much thanks to my beta reader @sunshineboysbts for helping me create and edit this whole fic! She’s been listening to my ramblings for actual months while I worked on this. Love you, girl!

#yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #hybrid!au #hybrid!yoongi #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #bts #suga #suga fanfic #cafe!au #yoongi #bts suga #bts yoongi

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badwriting-baddesicions · 3 years

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TO DO

masterlist

ATEEZ:

Altar Boys Altered Boys (We’re The Thing Love Destroys) - WooSan

Aurora - 2Ho

Baby Baby You’re A Carmel Macchiato - San

Because I Met You I Draw A Bigger Picture - ATEEZ

(Don’t You Know I’m A) Boss That Leads You - WooSanSang

But You Won’t Do The Same - San

Dancing Like Butterfly Wings - WooSanSang

Do You Wanna Run Away Too? (All I Really Want Is You) - Hongjoong

Forever Fight As One - Seonghwa

I Will Become The Spring To Your Smiles - Mingi

Lonely Hearts - Mingi

Maybe You’ll Love Yourself (Like I Love You) - Hongjoong

Moments Like This - SanGi

One Day at a Time - ATEEZ

Pirate King - SeongJoong

Soon May The Wellerman Come -Yeosang

Spare Me What You Think (Tell Me A Lie) - SeongJoong

Star 1117 - SeongJoong

Sunrise - WooSanHwa

THANXX - ATEEZ

Think You’re Ready For The Monster Monster - JongSan

This Is Our Fate, I’m Yours - SanGi

Twilight - WooSan

Wave - YunGi

We Will Make This Love Together - San

Where’d You Wanna Go? How Much You Wanna Risk? - WooSanHwa

Wonderland - SanGi

(Roger That) Yes Sir I’ll Protect Them - Jongho

Your Red Lipstick - Wooyoung

You’re Not A Constant Star - SeongJoong

BIGBANG:

Monster - G-Dragon

We’re Classic Together (Like Egyptian Gold) - G-Dragon

BTS:

Agust D - Suga

Angel or Devil (What Should I Choose?) - Jimin

Best Years - TaeGiKook

Blood, Sweat & Tears - TaeJin

Don’t Leave - TaeGi

Dynamite - VMinKook

Euphoria - Jungkook

Filter - Jimin

Get The Ink, Get The Pen (Let’s Sign It) - J-Hope

Home - RM

How Did We End Up Here? - TaeGi

I Just Wanna Give You Love - VKook

I Want To Write You A Song - YoonKook

It’s Where My Demons Hide - BTS

Just One Day - YoonKook

Lights - TaeJin

Magic Shop - NamJin

Mikrokosmos -KookMin

My Feet Don’t Dance Like They Did With You - JinKook

My Heart’s Already Breaking (Go On Twist The Knife) - TaeGi

Play Pretend - Suga

Plz Don’t Be Sad - Suga

Pretty Words (On The Tip Of My Tongue) - VMinKook

Save ME - VKook

Speed Demon - VKook

That Should Be Me (Holding Your Hand) - YoonKook

The Truth Untold - Taegi

They Say Love Is Pain (Let’s Hurt Tonight) - V

Too Bad (But It’s Too Sweet) - V

We Are Bulletproof: The Eternal - BTS

Welcome To The House of Fun - TaeJin

What Can I Do? - VMin

Yo Ho Ahoy and Avast - KookMin

You and I (We Don’t Wanna Be Like Me) - VMinKook

Zero O’Clock - HopeKook

EXO:

2nd Grade (Maths Problems) - Baekhyun

Baby Don’t Cry - Chanyeol

Be Combative or Be Sweet Cherry Pie - BaekYeol

Blooming Day - Chen

Don’t Go - Tao

Heaven Knows I’m Falling (I Can Never Be The Same) - Kai

I Can’t Stand The Rain - XiuBaek

I Just Hit The Lotto - Kai

It Will Wet Your Wings - KaiBaek

Lost In Reality -Tao

Lotto - Lay

Moonlight - LuChen

My Answer - XiuChen

Peter Pan - Tao

Ring-a-Ring O Rosie (Whoever Gets The Closest) - Kai

She’s In A Long Black Coat Tonight - Chen

The Moonlight Fills Your Eyes - ChanKai

The One - Xiumin

Twenty Four - ChanKai

Unfair - Baekhyun

Wolf - Lay

GOT7:

I Wish I Was (Beside You) - Jackson

Just Right - BamBam

Miracle - Jinyoung

School Life (Again Today) - BamBam

Take A Sip From My Secret Potion - JB

(Remember All The Memories) The Fireflies and Make Believe - BamBam

HIGHLIGHT:

Prince Charming (Ridicule Is Nothing To Be Scared Of) - Gikwang

iKON:

I Feel So Right Doing The Wrong Thing - Bobby Monsta X: I Will Borrow The Skies - Jooheon. This Way, That Way, Forwards, Backwards (Over The Irish Sea) - Wonho

NCT:

All My Moments Want You - MarkHyuck

And I Still Want You - LuMark

Assemble - Lucas

Baby Don’t Like It - MarkHyuck

Baby Don’t Stop - Tae Ten

Baby We Two Distant Strangers - Yuta

Born To Be Wild - Haechan

BOSS - LuWoo

But My Heart Goes - Lucas

Candle Light - MarkSung

Can’t Even Talk, Still Stuttering - LuWoo

Complete - LuWin

Daisy Daisy (Give Me Your Answer Do) - Jaemin

Dance Around The Living Room (Lose Me In The Sight Of You) - JohnTenKun

Dear DREAM - NCT DREAM

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - LuWoo

Dream Glow - Yangyang

Drifting, Drifting, Drifting - Jungwoo

Everything Has Changed - Ten

Everything I Didn’t Say - NCT

Fireflies - NoMin

Fly Away With Me - MarkHyuck

Fool’s Gold - YuWinIl

Goodnight Sweetheart - Jeno

Grow Up - TaeTen

Hakuna Matata - LuWin

Hello Future - Renjun

Hold Me In Your Arms Tonight - MarkYong

Home - WayV

Howling At The Moon - JohnTen

Hugs and Kisses - Johnny

I Can’t Stop My Hand From Shaking - Jungwoo

(I’m Waking Up) I Feel It In My Bones - Taeyong

I Hate This After Dark - Mark

I Have Loved You Since We Were 18 - JaeYong

I Hear Them Coming For You - Jaemin

I Tend To Glow When You Are By My Side - NCT

I Want To Write You A Song - RenLe

If I Ask You If You Love Me (Lie To Me) - Jaemin

If I Could Fly - TaeTen

I’ll Be Right Here Beside You For Life - ChenJi

I’ll Be Your Genie - NoMin

I’ll Make This Feel Like Home - Shotaro

I’m A Wolf and You’re A Beauty - Jaehyun

I’m Giving Up On You (Say Something) - NoRenMin

I’ve Never Seen You In The Daylight - Jungwoo

Kick It - Taeyong

Killing Me - Yuta

La La Love - RenHyuck

Long Way Home - MarkHyuckWoo

Lost - Yangyang

Love Talk - TenWin

Lover of Mine - Winwin

Make A Wish - Shotaro

Misfit - Sungchan

Most Nights I Hardly Sleep When I’m Alone - Haechan

Music, Dance - Sungchan

My First and Last - MarkNo

My Flower - Haechan

My Heart Is Blind (But I Don’t Care) - MinSung

New Heroes - Ten

No Longer - Taeil

Not Alone - JohnMark

Of Guns and Roses - Renjun

Perche Tu Stasera Sei Perfetta Per Me - Mark

Punch - JohnJae

Puzzle Piece - NCT DREAM

Remember When I Broke You Down To Tears - RenMarkHyuck

Requiem - Jisung

Ridin - NoMinSung

Smooth Like A, Like A Snake - Doyoung

SOMEONE’S SOMEONE - Kun

Stop. Rewind. Turn Back Time - Winwin

Superhuman - YuMark

Take Off - LuWin

The Internet Is Great - TenWin

The Sun Will Shine Through - Ten

This Is Halloween - Taeyong

Till The Love Runs Out - Shotaro

TOUCH - MarkYong

Touch Me When The Sun Goes Down - NoRenMin

Wait For Me To Come Home - LuWooMark

Waited For Your Reply (Here In The Pouring Rain) - SungTaro

We Almost Rolled The Dice - Winwin

We Got That (Power) - Jaehyun

What Can I Do? - Jisung

Whatever It Take - JaeYong

WHO DO U LOVE? - YuWin

Wildflower - Haechan

With Great Power - Winwin

With You - Mark

You and I Go Hard At Each Other (Like We Going To War) - Chenle

You Are My Soulmate(s) - MarkHyuckHei

(This Is Our Sanctuary) You Are Safe With Me - ChenJi

You Became My Crown - MarkYong

You’ll Find Me In The Region Of The Summer Stars - Jaehyun

You’re My Everything - Kun

You’re The One I Want For Christmas - Xiaojun

You’re Unfair - TenWin

ONEUS:

Jingle Bells Jingle Bells Jingle All The Way - Hwanwoong

Princely Duties - Hwanwoong

Spooky Scary Skeletons - Ravn

Stay Oh (Baby Touch Me) - Hwanwoong

SEVENTEEN:

A Tiger Inside - SoonHoon

Call Call Call! - Hoshi

Extreme Musical Statues - JiGyu

Fallin Flower - JunHao

Fear - Meanie

Giving All My Secrets Away - MingSoon

Home - Dino

How Can I Love You? (If You Don’t Talk To Me) - SoonHoon

Hug - SoonHoon

I’m A Lost Boy - Woozi

Lay You Head On Me - Joshua

Love Letter - JiGyu

My My - Woozi

Smile Flower - Woozi

Snap Shoot - 2JiCheol

Splish Splash - Hoshi

Titanium - Meanie

SHINee:

Cafe Latte - Taemin

Good Evening - Onew

I Growl At You - Taemin

I Will Fight, I Will Fight For You - Taemin

Lucifer - JongTae

Our Page - Jonghyun

Witch - Taemin

SPEED:

Welcome To The Circus - Sungmin

Stray Kids:

A Sign of the Times - Felix

Astronaut - Bang Chan

Authorized Personnel Only (Back Door) - ChanLix

BEWARE - Bang Chan

Burger and Sandwich, Coffee and Tea - ChangLix

District 9 - Lee Know

Finders Keepers Losers Weepers - Bang Chan

I Need Someone - Seungmin

I Want To Breathe You In Like A Vapour - I.N

I’m Sorry (My Handwriting Isn’t Pretty) - ChangLix

Insomnia - ChanLix

I’ve Been To The Year 3000 - 2Chan

Levanter - Han

Little Steps - Han

My Side - Felix

Never Ending Story - JiLix

Please Baby Get Away From Me (I’m Poison) - Changbin

Spaces Between Us - Lee Know

The Story of My Life - 3RACHA

We’re Not Alright But I’ll Pretend - Felix

SuperM:

Better Days - KaiMark

Big Chance - TaemTen

(When I’m With You) Danger Seems Like A Good Thing - TaeKai

Even When I Lose I’m Winning - TaeKai

Please Excuse My Writing - TaemTen

The Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To - KaiMark

Tiger Inside - SuperM

To You In The Distant Future - SuperM

Who Do You Love? (Is It Him or Me?) - KaiMark

Yeah Superhuman! - TaemTen

TXT:

0x1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You) - Yeonjun

Blue Hour - Yeonjun Dubaddu Wari Wari - Taehyun

Flip It On Me Say I Think Too Much - Huening Kai I Know I Could Lie (But I’m Telling The Truth) - Taehyun I Know I Love You - Yeonjun I Know You Don’t Give Two Fucks - Beomgyu (Sorry) I’m An Antiromantic - TaeGyu I’m A Loser - Soobin Loving You Is A Losing Game - Yeonjun

Magic - TXT

Oh My God (He’s A Really Bad Boy) - Yeonjun PUMA - TXT

Run Away - Huening Kai

Running Down To The Riptide - Huening Kai Small Town Boy (In A Big Arcade) - YeonBin

VIXX:

Fantasy - Neo

Hyde - LR

On and On - Leo

Thank You For My Love - Leo

Series:

The Power Within - Baekyeol

1-MAMA 2-POWER 3-OVERDOSE 4-LUCKY ONE 5-MONSTER FINALE-OBSESSION

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couldyouspeakmyname · 3 years

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OK I HAVE A BEASTARS OC AND I AM GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT: (you don’t have to answer if you don’t feel like it, kind of just dumping information for myself and maybe you to share with other people /gen )

(Template made by Mandy on Amino, go check them out :) )

Also, I tried to make this so that there was other canon character, but I realized that I had so many oc’s I might as well make a new kind of universe following the beastars world-building stuff

So basically a fancy furry world but the world-building is based on Beastars

I apologize in advance for the spelling (I didn’t check/edit this :p) and also the long form (I like details lol)

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Cecelia Aksha Brown

Pronunciation: Cecelia (s-E-s-e-l-E-a) Aksha (pronounced how it’s spelled) Brown (B-r-ow-n)

Nickname(s) or Alias: Blind One (Given by Doctor Cato, her doctor), Lead vocalist of Athaza (Given by fans), Cece (Given by Naomi, a friend), Dead Legs (Given by Emily, the lead vocalist in the rival band)

Band Name: Athaza

Reason for band name: Cece originally wanted to name her band based off of a phobia she had, so she searched up her greatest fear (the fear of being forgetting, being forgotten, ignored, and/or replaced) and found out that the world was Athazagoraphobia. And that was like a really, really long word (both for her and me, the author, to write down) so she chose to shorten it to Athaza.

Gender: female

Species: Black Tiger

Age: 28

Birthday: September 1st

Sexuality: pansexual, poly, asexual

Religion: Atheist

City or town of birth: Belgum

Currently lives: Belgum (although she hardly even goes home, with her work being on the move and all, it is hard for her to get a break and relax in her own home.)

Languages spoken: Japanese

Native language: English

Relationship Status: single and happy about it (she doesn’t have time for a relationship when she is always on the move, and with her job, she just won’t have time to take care of someone else when she can barely take care of herself)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: body length is 4’5, shoulder height is 31 inches, tail length is 24 inches

Weight: 220

Figure/build: she is very small and tiny for a tiger (being the smallest measurements that a tiger can be at). Her eyes tend to be more rounded and bigger then most tiger’s.

Hair color: she dyed her hair a split dye, half a dark and almost dusty blue and the other half black (left half dusty blue and right half black)

Hairstyle: ummm, idk how to describe it but like the Levi styled hair

Facial Hairstyle: N/A

Eye color: electric blue

Skin/fur/etc color: she has a white base color with black stripes, ears, shape on chest that looks like a broken heart, and tail-tip

Tattoos: she has the words “heaven“ written on her knee, and a tongue piercing of a pentagram

Piercings: double piercings and a tongue piecing in the middle of the pentagram

Scars/distinguishing marks: she has a long light pink scar running up the left side of her leg (and she still can’t walk that good on her last leg, causing her to limp), and her right eye has a long scar running down it and she is blinded on that side

Preferred style of clothing: alternative

Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: lots of silver rings

HEALTH

Smoker?Drinker?Recreational Drug User? Which?Addictions: N/A (she doesn’t have any addictions, although she might drink from time-to-time. She doesn’t mind other people doing those things around her)

Allergies: pollen

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: she can never walk on her left leg again and she is half blind in her right eye

Any medication regularly taken: N/A

PERSONALITY

Personality: funny, smart, protective, loyal, patient, clumsy, fearful, childish, disorganized, and forgetful

Likes: flowers, bee’s, singing, and playing Instruments

Dislikes: arguments, spoiled brats, discrimination (as she should), and sour foods (she has a sweet tooth)

Fears/phobias: Athazagoraphobia

Favorite color: gray, black, dark purple, brown

Hobbies: singing to music, listening to music, picking flowers

Taste in music: she is the lead vocalist to a scream rock band, however, she likes listening folk music more

SKILLS

Talents/skills: she can sing well and learn instruments quickly

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: she can drive a care and that is pretty much it (although she doesn’t usually need to drive a car since her band is on tour 99% of the time and they have a driver to take them places)

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian): carnivore

Favourite food(s): steak

Favorite drink(s): Monster Energy and coffee

Disliked food(s): insects

Disliked drink(s): tea

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character's house/home: she has a pretty large home, the house is hidden deep in the forest and is mostly covered by the tree’s.

Do they share their home with anyone? Who?: She shares the house with he rest of her band

Significant/special belongings: a picture of her parents

CAREER

Level of education: high

Qualifications: singer

Current job title and description: lead vocalist in band

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude?: peaceful, she hates getting into fights with people

Fighting skills/techniques: she has her claws and her teeth (also carries a taser, just in case,)

Special skills/magical powers/etc: N/A

Weapon of choice (if any): taser

Weaknesses in combat: she is very slow and not skilled in combat

Strengths in combat: she is impulsive and that usually benefits her

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: Chanda (Mother), Sarendar (Father)

Are parents alive or dead?: dead (died by some unknown prisoners killing them in jail)

Partner/Spouse: N/A

Children: she can barely take care of herself, what makes you think she can take care of a living, breathing, child that does nothing but cry?

Best Friend: Galen (best friend, convinced her to start the band, drum player in band), Naomi (enemies turned friends, joined the band shortly after it formed, lead guitarist)

Other Important Friends: Khalo (band member, back up vocalist), Futun (band member, second drum player), Bilwa (band member, any other position that needs to be filled in),

Acquaintances: Davi (driver for the band), Doctor Cato (his doctor for years)

Pets: Root (a yellow tabby cat)

Enemies?: Emily

Why are they enemies?: they are in rival band‘s, and also Emily makes fun of Cece for being half blind and having a limp

BACKSTORY

Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10):

She had a normal childhood (as normal as a main character’s childhood can get that is). Her parents nearly forced her to join their religion but Cece refused. Soon they argued almost every day, some days is was about grades, some days it was about religion, while others it was about her sexuality.

Describe their teenage years (11 - 19):

The arguments got so bad that she couldn’t bare it any longer, the moment she turned eighteen she ran away from her parents house and went to her friends house (Galen). Soon the two of them formed a band.

Describe their adult:

Once the band got kind of popular, she was living her best life. So she chose to forgive her parents for what they did to her. She went over to their house for Thanksgiving, her parents asked if she could spend the night. Cede was happy to (seeing how she didn’t see her parents in so many years). While Cece was sleeping her Mother got some water and boiled it, adding some sugar and waitI got 15 minutes for it to cook. Once it was done, her Mother poured the boiling water on her own daughter. Cece screamed from the pain, once her Father heard her screams he rushed into her room and called 911. Cece was admitted into the hospital with burns across her legs, arms, and face. The sugar made the burns extra hard to get off and Cece spent multiple weeks in the hospital. Her Father was found guilty of letting her Mother attempt to murder Cece and Cece’s Mother was found guilty of attempting to kill her own daughter. They both got time in jail together, in the jail cell every prison found out what they did and some unknown prisoners beat up Cece’s mother and Father. Cece was left with a blinded eyes and a leg that was doomed to never work the rest of her life

That sounds fun!! I'm assuming it's kind of an AU then?

Also, it's a real shame more characters in Beastars don't dye their fur. It could be fun, but then again...it'd be difficult?

-Maeve

#long post #sorry I can't put this under cut #I love ocs though #this could be fun to do but it's not exactly the kind of format I personally like for my ocs #but it's a nice general one!!#tongue piercing's are fun #I want one...and a lip piercing...#I also want more in my ears #I just want to be a metal detectors worst nightmare tbh

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leonstamatis · 3 years

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blaseball non-flowers masterpost

so, okay. not everything i write is for the flowers. this post has... almost everything else. feel free to browse through it for whatever piques your interest. (flowers content can be found in this other masterpost, though!)

published lengthy fic:

“title,” team; summary.

“against the wake,” atlantis georgias; an initial take on where they came from.

“weights and measures,” baltimore crabs; a story about who keeps score. also, alston cerveza.

“rest my spirit if i can,” chicago firefighters; about conrad twelve and clare mccall. inspired by hen @fourteenfifteen’s thoughts on conrad twelve as a haunted trucker.

“the long way down,” hades tigers; about hiroto wilcox, the burden of a captaincy, and lost players in the hall.

“distance to measure out,” hades tigers; about famous owens and lottie ceilingfan in the feedback.

“keep with me in the moment,” hawai’i fridays; a 12x100 about sutton dreamy finding a home on the fridays with the help of juice collins. inspired by snips @sunflowersnips‘ fic about dreamyjuice.

“of all the things my hands have held,” hellmouth sunbeams; about lars taylor, the season eleven championships, and NaN. a sequel to jamie @waveridden’s “put your hand in mine.”

additional NaN/lars ficlets: “in the grass,” “cooking”

“roll it back,” new york millennials; about an introduction and initial meeting between dominic marijuana and andrew solis.

additional ficlets: “the subway,” “tourists,” “the winter,” “traffic,” “sharing a bed,” “on instability,”

“inside your blinding light,” san francisco lovers, charleston shoe thieves; about yosh carpenter and sebastian woodman, meeting, falling, and loving.

“this house built by heart,” san francisco lovers, charleston shoe thieves; about yosh carpenter, the loss of sebastian woodman, and the house they built together.

additional ficlets: “in a moment of rest,” “in a dream,” “in the winter,” “indigo skies”

“to the archer from the arched,” seattle garages; a 12x100 about chorby soul’s first season after resurrection.

“i'll have you in between,” seattle garages, hall stars; about sebastian telephone, ghost, visiting mike townsend after the hall stars.

additional ficlets: “phone call,” “early morning,” “music”

tumblr ficlets:

uncategorized:

what an eclipse looks like

what the hall looks like

the hades tigers:

on shanties and stories

crossing the styx

moody and scorpler in the hall

elysium lore dump

andrew solis/mike townsend:

mike is a streamer here go with it

after they get together

the garage adopts andrew solis

andrew solis and mike townsend moving in together

derrick krueger/mike townsend:

“townsend in deadland,” an unfinished project about mike townsend traveling into the afterlife to retrieve one person, and finding derrick krueger instead.

music

clothes theft

top ten ways to die

highways at night

i wore his jacket for the longest time

outfields

bruises (based on marn’s “elephant joke” and the sequel, “all things devour.”)

toothbrush (once again based on marn’s elephant joke universe)

blood (guess what universe. guess.)

mike entering the trench (derrick isn’t here but I do not know where else to put this)

music calls you home (sebastian is also here)

ghost hunter au (and associated lore dump)

derrick krueger/sebastian telephone:

music

after hall stars

birthdays

a kiss for luck

nightmares

clothes theft

scrunchie theft

concessions

vanishing acts

the host au

jaylen hotdogfingers

beaning

jaylen and parker meng

jaylen and hiroto wilcox

jaylen and percy wheeler

jessica telephone

abandoned home

jaylen and jessica, bitter

lenny marijuana

lenny/chorby, ice

lenny/chorby, scissors

lenny/chorby, coffee

lenny/chorby, lying down

lenny/chorby, missed texts

andrew and lenny, bread

andrew and lenny, crimes

mike and lenny + kitchen knife

mike and lenny + scissors

birthdays (ft. teddy duende)

luis acevedo/tot clark

pyrrhic victories

nerd pacheco/val hitherto

on hands

kiss as a lie

kiss in public

polkadot patterson/wyatt pothos

overhearing conversations

when we were happy

crime au (an invention of marn @kentuckycorpsereviver):

andrew solis/dominic marijuana, an agreement

derrick krueger/sebastian telephone, hospitals

hiroto poole + derrick krueger, retirement

pushing daisies au (an invention of myself and jamie @waveridden)

derrick, sebastian and general embarrassment

derrick, mike and regret

sebastian, derrick and figuring things out

meeting lenny marijuana

on the importance of mittens

the way things were

meeting finn james

lore drops: sebastian; derrick; sebastian and mike; lenny and chorby;

stardust au (this one’s just me, hi!)

staying up late

something buried

meeting jess telephone

alternate take where derrick is the star

lore drop!

#blaseball fic #mine #some of these are SOOOOO OLD #masterpost #im so sorry

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stuckonstarker · 4 years

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Storm

| NFF | Rough Sex | Light Degrading |

Hope you enjoy !! I spent like 5 hours on this sleep-deprived last night lmao oof

Peter looked outside, the lightning sliced across the sky, thunder rumbled through the ground, and the wind whipped through the air, making a loud woosh. The lightning looked like a strobe light against the dark gray clouds, occasional flashes of purple peeked through the blinding white lightning.

Peter was enraptured with the fierce beauty of the storm. It made adrenaline rush through his system. His spidey-sense sent shudders through his entire body. He was so preoccupied with the storm that he didn’t notice Tony approaching from the darkness.

“Hey,” Tony said, “we can bunker down in my lab.”

Tony’s voice made Peter jump. He turned to Tony with wide eyes: “I didn’t see you… what?”

“I asked if you wanted to come to the lab,” Tony said.

“Oh,” Peter said, “yeah.”

Tony gave Peter a reassuring smile. Peter trailed behind Tony like a lost puppy

The lab was sound-proofed, it served to soothe Peter’s erratic spidey-senses. He could still hear the muffled roar of thunder through the sound-proofing, though - damn enhanced senses - but of all the rooms in Tony’s house, the lab was the most secure. That thought pacified Peter’s worries. He sat on his stool - the one that Tony specifically bought for him because it was blue. Peter smiled at the memory.

“So,” Tony said, sitting on his stool next to Peter, “what’s hanging, dude?”

Peter smiled, “Don’t call me dude, dude.”

“Have it your way,” Tony said then winked.

Peter’s heart did a backflip. He asked, “Do you think the storm will be over soon?”

“Soon, maybe 3 hours at the most,” Tony said, “that’s the worst-case scenario, though, I’m sure it won’t be that long.”

“What should we do in the meantime?” Peter asked, “Do you have anything we can work on?”

Tony shook his head, “Nothing we can work on now. Besides, you look too… spooked to work, we should just relax.”

Peter laughed, but he was suddenly hyper-aware of his entire body shaking. The more he focused on stopping it, the worse it got.

Tony said, “It’s okay to be afraid, Peter.”

“I’m not afraid,” Peter said, “but my spidey-sense is just… acting up, I guess.”

“Would a drink help?” Tony asked, half-joking.

Peter shook his head, “I don’t drink. And, probably not.”

“I’m here for you,” Tony said, laying a comforting hand on Peter’s knee.

The hand was definitely a paternal act of affection, definitely. But Peter’s mind wandered down a dark, dirty rabbit hole. Peter imagined Tony’s hand snaking higher and higher up his leg, rubbing circles into his thigh. Tony’s other hand cupping Peter’s cheek, guiding their lips together. Peter’s vision blurred, losing himself.

“Peter,” Tony said, worry peeking through his voice.

Peter jumped, eyes widening, “I’m sorry… did you say something?”

“Can I do something?” Tony asked.

Fuck me

“...No,” Peter said.

Tony pulled back, concern pooling his dark eyes. His stare was intense like he could see every thought that raced through Peter’s mind. They sat in silence. Peter’s enhanced hearing could pick up the muffled sound of the rain beating against the building.

Peter watched as Tony licked his lips, entranced with the movement. It stirred a warm want in Peter’s abdomen. Peter leaned toward Tony, those dark eyes luring him closer. Their eyes were locked and, for a moment, clarity washed over both of them and then they knew.

Peter pulled back.

“Peter…” Tony whispered, “do you need anything?”

Peter opened his mouth to answer when the lights flickered. They both looked up, the lab lights rarely flickered. Peter watched the lights intensely.

Tony said, “If the power goes out the backup generator will start.”

“Tony?” Peter said, looking at him.

“Yeah?”

Peter asked, “Can I have a hug?”

“Well, that’s easy enough,” Tony said with a smile, “bring it in then, Pete.”

Tony pulled Peter up into a hug. He clung to Tony, the comfort drowning out whatever lingering anxieties he might’ve had. Peter buried his face into Tony’s chest. It wasn’t fair how safe Tony felt, his sturdy frame and rich, coffee-like smell felt like home to Peter. Tony was wearing a tank top, so Peter took his opportunity to discreetly feel up his biceps.

Tony pulled back partially so that he could admire Peter’s face. His eyes darted around Peter’s features. Tony gently brushed a stray strand of curly brown hair out of Peter’s face. The movement was quick enough, but Peter still felt the phantom touch of Tony’s fingers linger on his forehead.

“You okay now?” Tony asked.

Peter nodded, “I’m better.”

“Good,” Tony said.

Tony tightened his grip on Peter, squeezing him in the hug before jumping away - like Peter had burnt him. Peter looked from Tony’s intense stare down to the stained tiles of the lab.

Peter nodded, “Great.”

Tony’s lips formed a tight line, he looked away from Peter. He looked like he was contemplating something, but before Peter could ask, Tony said: “You seem distracted.”

“Huh?” Peter asked, before the words registered, “Oh, I - um - I… don’t know. Maybe? There are some things on my mind recently, well, not just recently - it’s been a while actually, possibly since I was born - but it’s not important… not that important anyway.”

“If it’s bothering you then I’m willing you wager that it’s pretty important,” Tony said.

Peter sighed, “I mean, it is a little important… but I wouldn’t talk to you about it.”

“Me?” Tony asked. He was actually hurt but covered it up with mock offense; Peter knew that classic Tony Stark move like the back of his hand. Covering up real hurt with fake hurt, playing off his emotions like a joke. Peter had seen Tony use it against all the Avengers, but Tony using it against him hits different.

Peter said, “It’s not you, necessarily, but… I mean, I wouldn’t talk to May about it either, so… It’s just very… teenagery, you know?”

“Sure,” Tony said like it didn’t matter, but he eyed Peter up and down.

Peter felt himself shiver under Tony’s scrutiny. He felt vulnerable when pitted against those predatory bronze eyes. It seemed like Tony could pick out every thought Peter had.

Tony pulled Peter close and leaned down so that their noses were touching. The close proximity made his face heat up. Making direct eye contact with Tony often felt like staring into the eyes of a tiger.

“Peter,” Tony whispered, “you can tell me anything.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Peter said.

Tony asked, “So, you doubt me?”

“I never said that,” Peter said, “but I don’t think you’d be a big help.”

Tony laughed, his shark-like grin reflected in his black eyes. Peter felt like a fawn being cornered by a coyote. Adrenaline pumped through his body alongside the arousal that began pooling in his stomach. He looked away from Tony, taking a deep breath he didn’t know he needed.

“Try me,” Tony said, a challenging edge to his words.

Tony grabbed Peter’s hips, pulling him close so that they were flush together. It was like a hug, with Peter laying his head against Tony’s chest, but Tony’s hands were right above Peter’s ass. It sent shivers rocketing through Peter’s body.

Peter whispered, “Tony.”

“Tell me what you need, Peter.”

Peter purred, “I need you, Tony.”

Tony’s eyes darkened, “See, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Tony pushed Peter against the table, Peter’s heart raced in his chest. He looked up at Tony with wide, innocent eyes. He put his palm against Tony’s chest, his hands drifted down to Tony’s toned abs. Tony smirked, the cocky prick, and yanked off his tank top.

Peter stared at Tony, his mouth open in awe. Tony soaked in the silent praise as he pressed Peter into a heated kiss. Peter stumbled, trying to keep up with the rough pace that Tony had set.

Tony pulled away from the kiss just as quickly as he started it. Peter whined after him to no avail. Tony smiled at Peter and licked a stripe up his throat. The wet trail of Tony’s saliva made Peter cling to his shoulders. Tony gently bit and sucked on Peter’s sensitive neck, Tony’s mouth on Peter’s neck sent pleasant shudders through Peter’s weak body.

Peter felt Tony’s hands creeping underneath his shirt.

“Let’s get this stuffy thing off,” Tony said, leaving no room for argument - not that Peter would want to.

Peter nodded, “Yea.”

Tony practically ripped Peter’s shirt off. Tony’s eyes dragged over Peter’s bare torso slowly, taking in each and every detail of Peter’s flushed body. It made Peter aware of how exposed he was to his mentor, which made him all the hotter.

Tony flicked one of Peter’s nipples, making the boy squeak in a mix of shame and pleasure. Peter went to cover himself from Tony’s prying eyes, provoking a low rumble from Tony.

He grabbed Peter’s hands and said: “Keep these on the table, okay? Be a good boy for me, Petey.”

Peter’s mouth opened to say something when Tony’s expression stopped him. He obeyed, placing his palms flat against the table behind him. Tony’s smile turned something sinister at Peter’s compliance. Peter’s entire body felt hot, his face was flushed a rosy pink and sweat began to form on his forehead.

Tony put his hands on either side of Peter’s neck, slowly moving down Peter’s body, tracing his pecs, abs, and the ‘V’ that led to Peter’s cock. Tony’s fingers made Peter’s skin explode with goosebumps. Just his fingertips sent delicious tremors through Peter’s body and straight to his dick. Tony’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. Peter felt his body go fuzzy with desire at Tony’s dark expression.

“Tony,” Peter whispered.

Tony asked, “What do you need, baby?”

Peter whined, his brain refusing to form a coherent answer.

“Aw,” Tony said in a mocking tone, “my baby can’t speak, huh?”

Peter hummed in agreement.

“I’ll take care of you, darling,” Tony whispered, voice rough with lust.

Peter mumbled, “Thank you.”

“Good boy knows his manners,” Tony said as he began to remove Peter’s jeans.

Peter was bare, his entire body exposed to Tony’s darkest desires. Tony gripped Peter’s hips and spun him around so that Peter was laying stomach down on the lab table. Peter’s knees felt wobbly and his mind felt clouded. Peter felt the warmth of Tony leave him. He whined in response.

“I’m just getting something,” Tony said.

Peter felt his wrists being bound together behind him on his back. He was going to be Tony’s. At that, the spark of arousal grew into a wildfire within Peter, making him long for release. He was overheating with desire. It felt like hell, it was amazing. Peter never wanted it to end, but he felt full of a passionate need to be filled.

Peter moaned against the table, his cheek was pressed flat against it so some drool dribbled out. If Peter wasn’t lost in the waves of want he would’ve been embarrassed.

“Such a pretty boy,” Tony said, “but not the smartest, huh? That’s okay, your looks got you this far, right?”

Peter whined in response.

“I’m going to get you ready, love,” Tony said.

Peter felt Tony’s first finger enter him. It was wet and awkward but it made Peter shiver in anticipation. He spread his legs farther, trying to be entirely exposed to Tony - who would take care of him. The second finger entered Peter soon after. It stretched Peter, doing scissor motions inside of him, making sure that he could take Tony’s cock. The sting was dull, practically not even there. The third finger made Peter feel woozy, reality around him fading. Tony brushed against Peter’s sensitive prostate making him moan. It sent sparks of firey pleasure through his veins like lava. Tony kept rubbing against Peter’s sweet spot with his fingers - the jerk was enjoying Peter’s cries of lust.

After finger-fucking Peter, Tony deemed him sufficiently prepared.

Peter’s whine was cut short when he felt Tony’s thick cock placed on his ass. Tony spanked Peter’s ass with his dick a few times, then he rubbed it against Peter’s entrance. Peter moaned, shaking his hips, lecherous desire turning into bratty impatience.

Tony pressed a hand into Peter’s back, a silent warning.

The tip of Tony’s dick entered Peter, he slowly pushed the rest of his long, thick cock into Peter. It stretched Peter wide, making him choke on a pleased cry. Tony’s dick felt massive inside of Peter’s tight heat like it was splitting the poor boy apart. The venomous flames of lust filled Peter with clouded desire to be fucked. He wanted - more than anything he’s ever wanted - to be fucked. Peter was sure that if he didn’t get dicked down he would die.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter moaned, “fuck me, please… oh, please fuck me, sir.”

Tony growled out a laugh, “Cute little slut needs to be fucked, huh? Is that what you need, darling?”

“Yes,” Peter cried, “please! Yes… oh my God.”

Peter’s entire body lurched forward when Tony thrust into him roughly. Peter cried out in pleasure, Tony’s cock hitting his prostate. Peter’s entire body felt like it was aflame, it made him moan. Pleasure shot through Peter’s body mercilessly.

“Is that good, baby?” Tony asked.

Peter moaned, “Yes!”

Tony grabbed a fistful of Peter’s unruly hair and pulled on it. Peter felt Tony’s cock deep inside of him, the endless pleasure blending with the shame making Peter mewl.

“Are you a good little slut?” Tony asked.

Peter nodded, as best he could.

Tony demanded, “Say it.”

“I’m a good little slut,” Peter repeated.

Tony pet Peter’s hair and gently placed him back on the table. Peter moaned as the cool lab table met his face again. Tony grabbed Peter by the hips and thrust inside him again, harder. Peter choked on a moan that could be mistaken for a sob.

Tony fucked into Peter, his cock hitting Peter’s sweet spot repeatedly. Hot lust had swallowed both of them, making them slaves to their lecherous desires. Each thrust sent Peter further to hell, the fires of sin enveloping him with his endless want. Tony’s cock rubbed against his inner-walls perfectly, sending him down a descent of shuddering, mind-numbing passion. Tony fucked Peter ruthlessly, chasing down his own release.

The only thing Peter could feel was Tony’s cock dicking him down relentlessly. Moans tumbled out of Peter without permission. Tony fucked into him, turning him into a cock-drunk whore. Every time Tony thrust into Peter it sent overwhelming waves of ignited pleasure throughout Peter’s entire body. Peter’s mind was stuffed with the mantra: I’m a good little slut, I’m a good little slut, I’m a good little slut.

Tony’s cock forced itself deep inside of Peter, it made Peter scream: “Fuck!”

Tony roughly grabbed Peter’s hair, and fucked into him harder, like a punishment for the swear. Every thrust was purposely meant to make Peter cry out in desperate want. It worked. Peter’s body was dazed with the painful pleasure of Tony’s cock pounding into him brutally. Electric pleasure bombarded Peter’s senses, Tony’s cock was the only thing he could understand. An avalanche of ecstasy buried Peter in immeasurable lust. Every thrust sent a searing flash of pleasure through Peter’s entire body.

A tight coil of molten pleasure tightened and tightened until it could tighten no more, making Peter cry out for release. He could feel it, he could feel it closer and closer, but not close enough.

Peter cried, “Tony… Please… I’m so close, Tony!”

“Good sluts don’t talk,” Tony growled through forceful fucking, “but I’ll let you off this one time.”

Peter moaned, “Thank you.”

Tony’s thrusts became more sporadic, but not any less amazing. Peter’s voice was raw from screaming and moaning, the only noises coming from him were choked gasps of pleasure. Peter’s body tensed, his body shaking with an overwhelming need to finish. Tony slammed into Peter harder and harder, making Peter’s mouth fall open with pleasure, his vision fully blurring. The world around Peter became entirely focused on Tony’s delicious dick.

Tony’s harsh pace made Peter drool some more. He could feel the mind-numbing need to finish in his soul, it was a sweltering pleasure that was insufferable. Every movement was torture to Peter who was desperate for release.

The endless pleasure was suffocating, the tightened coil in his stomach threatening to snap with each brutal thrust of Tony’s cock. Closer and closer, Peter could feel it coming quicker and quicker. He had nothing to bite down on, so his cries of pleasure were completely unrestrained. The flames of lust wrapped itself around Peter, licking him with the sharp flames of sinful desire.

The pleasure, the pain, the searing, overwhelming, endless lust all exploded, erupting like a volcano. Peter came, his raw, fucked out voice screaming incoherent pleas. His entire body was set aflame. Tony fucked into Peter a few more times, Peter letting out little overstimulated mewls each time. Tony came deep inside of him, his hot cum branding Peter like a white-hot iron.

Tony pulled out, cum leaked out of Peter’s abused hole.

“Tony,” Peter whined, voice cracking.

Tony purred, “Sh, babe, I’ll take care of you.”

Peter nodded drowsily, content with that answer. The smoke from sex fogging up Peter’s mind, allowing him to be tranquil. Tony’s grip on Peter was gentle, taking care to be soft when untying Peter. Peter, on the other hand, purred. As long as Tony was around, he felt at ease. Tony would never let anything happen to him.

All of Peter’s limbs were lax and useless, Tony’s grip on Peter’s hips was the only thing holding him up. Tony lifted Peter up bridal style, making a dad noise. Peter snorted.

“What?” Tony asked, voice soft.

Peter smiled, “You’re funny.”

Tony said, “Someone tired?”

“Yea,” Peter said, “where are we going?”

“To clean you up,” Tony said, “but don’t worry about that, sunshine, I’ll take care of the hard parts.”

Peter smiled and nodded, but he was too drowsy to do anything else, so he just allowed himself to doze off. He was sure Tony wouldn’t mind. Tony was just nice like that. In his dreams, he felt like he was being placed amongst an endless blue sky of fluffy clouds.

#starker #nff #max writes

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hollyhomburg · 5 years

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BTS Poly Masterlist

Key: Angst Ⓐ Fluff ☁ Smut ❤

---- Bts x Reader one-shot collection ----

EVERY BLOOM A PROMISE ❤ ☁

↳ (Ot7 x Reader)

↳ Summary: Your boyfriends take you to a wildflower field for a picnic date to celebrate the first weekend of warm weather; shenanigans and fluff ensue.

LOVE- STARVED ❤ Ⓐ ☁

↳ (Jungkook x reader -> OT7 X Reader, Polyamory Negotiations)

↳ Tags: Light Cheating, Serious emotional infidelity, Body worship, Squirting, Spanking, Biting, Fingering, Oral (M. Receiving), group sex, Dom/sub undertones, ASMR but make is sexual,

↳ Summary: You’d always wondered why Jungkook’s group-mates stared at you so much, never in your right mind had you imagined it was because they were jealous.

BACK TO YOU ❤

↳ (BTS x Reader, Drabble)

↳ Tags: major NSFW themes: Dom/Sub dynamics, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cumplay, praise kink, degradation, Oral fixation, gang bang, brief panty kink. generally chaotic smut, very unedited,

↳ Summary: Min Yoongi chose you over the rest of them, but he could never forget how they used to make him fall apart. And when you get a taste of Yoongi’s band members who used to be his doms- neither can you.

ALPHA GOES FIRST ❤ Ⓐ

↳ (mostly Kim Seokjin x Reader but implied OT7) (Omegaverse au) (one-shot)

↳ Tags: possessive behavior, yandere! Seokjin, explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Oral sex ( m + F receiving), clit slapping, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, brief m x m content,

↳ Summary: no one else in your pack could breed you before your pack alpha has had a taste; that's the tradition. A tradition that you and Jungkook almost broke. But Seokjin is a good alpha- he’ll correct your misstep.

COLOR ME PRETTY ☁

↳ Little space au, little! jungkook, Little! Reader, Caregiver! Bts, pure fluff, Drabble, no sexual content,

↳ Summary: When it came to the littles, the caregivers knew there was no better activity than coloring.

---- Bts x Reader Series collection ----

DANCE TO THIS/ CALL ME YOURS (SERIES MASTERLIST) ❤ Ⓐ ☁ (hiatus)

↳ (Blind! Reader) (Service Hybrid au) (eventual BTS x Reader) Pairing: Dog hybrid! Seokjin x Wolf hybrid! Namjoon x Blind! Reader

↳ DANCE TO THIS —> Summary: Seokjin didn’t expect his new potential owner to be blind, but with the threat of being sent to a breeding clinic looming over his head, he’ll do anything.

↳ CALL ME YOURS —> Summary *SPOILERS*: You never would have imagined that more love was hidden right next door, just over your garden fence. Not that Hoseok will ever get the courage to confess his feelings. His hybrids however: starry-eyed bunny Jungkook, Bratty calico cat Jimin, and shy tiger Taehyung- don’t have any problem at all.

SANDCASTLES (SERIES MASTERLIST) ❤ Ⓐ ☁ (Discontinued!)

↳ (Forbidden love au) (Omegaverse au)

↳ (Omega! Jimin x Omega! Reader x Alpha! Namjoon Alpha! Yoongi x Alpha! Hoseok)

↳Summary: In a world where omega/omega relationships are taboo, Your relationship with Park Jimin is doomed from the start. But can soulmates really ever stop loving each other?

BTS HYBRID HOUSE SERIES MASTERLIST ❤ Ⓐ ☁ (completed ✔)

↳ (Hybrid Au) (Reader x OT7) HYBRID AU, READER X OT7

↳ Summary: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok. and their Hybrids; the pups- Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat Yoongi, and their foxboy Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible. So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.

BUTTERFLY ❤ Ⓐ ☁ (Hiatus)

↳ (Reader x OT7) (Recovery Au)

↳ (WARNING: TRIGGERING THEMES, self-harm and suicide, hurt/comfort, suicide attempts, mental health issues)

↳ Summary: You’d always imagined that your relationship would be over if your boyfriends found out you self-harmed. But after everyone finds out about your bad habit, they make it clear that they’re not going anywhere.

PART 1: “Please don’t lie to me.”

PART 2: “Promise”

PART 3: “Do we ever make it better?”

BEFORE I LEAVE YOU ❤ Ⓐ ☁ (Ongoing, 17/35 parts complete)

↳(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Trauma/healing themes)

↳Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

↳ Tags: Polyamory negotiations, Trauma/healing, Angst, fluff, Trans! taehyung, knotting, Heat sex, Themes of abandonment, slow burn, complicated charecter arc, violence, themes of abuse, mafia,

↳ Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).

----- Non-OT7 Poly Series collection----

REASONS WRETCHED AND DIVINE ❤ Ⓐ ☁ (ongoing: 8/11 parts complete)

↳ (Hybrid! Kim Namjoon x Reader x hybrid! Jimin x hybrid! Yoongi)

↳ Tags: Domestic abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of police brutality, possible sensitive content, mentions of hybrid mistreatment, murder, pregnancy fluff, Pregnant! m/c,

↳ Summary: You live on an isolated but sprawling farm with your abusive husband, but things start to change for the better when your husband adopts a retired police dog hybrid named Namjoon.

----- Non-OT7 One-shot poly collection----

COFFEE AND WHIPPED CREAM ❤ ☁

↳ Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung x Reader

↳ Summary: A depiction of what life is like with your two boyfriends: Taehyung and Seokjin

MY BABY DON’T LIKE IT ❤ Ⓐ ☁

↳ Pairing: Hoseok x Yoongi x Reader

↳ tags: grey areas of fidelity, Hoseok and Yoongi are dating and both agree to date the reader, hurt/comfort, breif sick fic, hurt/comfort,

↳ Summary: Yoongi doesn’t like it when Hoseok brings you around. But it’s not because he doesn’t like you. Yoongi likes you way too much. What happens when two boys in a relationship fall for you?

SUGARY SWEET Ⓐ ☁

↳ (Hybrid Au, Writer au, hurt/comfort)

↳ Pairing: Bunny Hybrid! Reader x Tiger Hybrid! Taehyung x Cat Hybrid! Yoongi x Owner! Namjoon

↳ Summary: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin with his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But one night in the middle of the thunderstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop.

CUTE AGGRESSION ☁

↳ (Min Yoongi x Park Jimin x Reader, one-shot, Drabble)

↳ Summary: When you get drunk with your boyfriends- 3 things always happen: Jimin gets bratty. You get needy. And Yoongi gets impossibly irrevocably mushy gushy sugar cookie soft.

WHAT THE DEVIL DOESN'T KNOW Ⓐ

↳ (Devil! Jimin x Witch! Namjoon x Human! Reader)

↳ tags: Halloween special, Soulmate au, Tw: Major character death but everyone comes back, Greif/ bereavement, dream sex mentioned, angst with a happy ending.

↳ Summary: when Jimin dies suddenly and mysteriously it leaves both you and Namjoon devastated. But maybe Jimin’s story didn’t end there, maybe he’ll find a way to come back to you from beyond the grave.

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schaddenfreude · 4 years

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You Should Go Now

To say that Eve was annoyed was an understatement of riches.

She'd been working non-stop on the Aaron Peele case for the better part of a week, she was sleep deprived, Hugo was getting on her last nerve, and Villanelle...

Where the hell was Villanelle?

She had suddenly dropped off the face of the Earth a couple days ago. No texts. No calls. Eve had left a thousand voicemails and rationalized them all with wanting to secure this case. Deep down, the truth of the matter was that she worried for the young assassin.

The smug little shit probably planned for Eve to lose sleep over her.

Exasperated, Eve slammed her laptop shut and marched toward the office door. There would be no progress made tonight. Hugo's protests and questions fell on deaf ears as the door slammed shut in her wake.

Her only thought was for Villanelle, and her feet followed that lead, carrying her over the few blocks between the office and the MI6 safe house the assassin was staying in. She was going to kick her ass for this little mind game. Eve busied herself during her walk with thoughts of exactly how she would punish the Russian woman for toying with her this way. To her surprise, some of these imaginings veered into sexually charged territory and she tried to push them down. After all, she was married for Christ sake! Okay, well, maybe that one was on shaky ground. Still, her obsession with Villanelle was purely professional. Right?

It was no use. The image of what she could do to Villanelle, what Villanelle could do to her, clung to her brain and created an ache in her trousers unlike any that had come before.

As she approached the safe house, Eve could hear sultry music coming from inside. Villanelle was home.

"Villanelle?" Eve knocked. "Open up, it's me."

There was no response. She heard a thud from inside that sounded like furniture getting knocked over.

"Oh shit!" Panic set in immediately as Eve fumbled for the keys to the safe house, thinking the worst. She burst into the door in a panicked frenzy and two sets of eyes stared at her. She looked back at them, needing a moment to adjust to what she was seeing.

"...What's going on here?" Eve managed, dumbly.

She stared at the pair of women in front of her. Villanelle was clad in her blue, Tiger print robe just as she had been a week ago when Eve had last been here. God, the jealousy she felt when a parade of women left the flat during her conversation with the assassin seemed like a distant memory compared to now. Something about seeing this ditzy looking tramp half undressed and clinging to Villanelle as both of them stared at her in surprise proved to be her undoing.

Before she could entirely fathom her actions, or the consequences of them, her fist was full of brunette hair and she was yanking Villanelle's 'guest' to the ground. White hot rage blinded her senses and she was only vaguely aware of the screams from the woman below her and the touch of Villanelle's hands on her shoulders as she too tried to stop Eve.

"Eve! Eve! Stop it! Eve!"

Villanelle caught her hand before she could continue pummeling the frightened woman and the woman stopped shouting at the same time. She cocked her head rather quizically, looking past Eve and up to Villanelle.

"Wait...Eve? As in 'I'm going to call you Eve during sex?'"

With that revelation came a heavy flood of awkwardness. All three of them glanced back and forth at one another for what felt like an eternity. Eve cleared her throat and regained her composure as she stepped ofc of the woman, struggling to remember why exactly she'd come here in the first place.

Villanelle was the first to speak, addressing her would be fuck buddy.

"I think you should go now."

It was clear that she and Eve had a lot to discuss in order to clear the air. She had wanted to get under Eve's skin, but she had clearly underestimated her capacity for jealousy.

It seemed Eve preferred to be the center of Villanelle's attention, just as Villanelle thrived on Eve's.

"You know," Eve spoke, sounding as casual as she could manage. "It wouldn't kill you to return a phone call."

"Don't be jealous, Eve." Villanelle teased.

"I'm not jealous!"

Villanelle chuckled. A throaty sound that did things to her that Eve couldn't explain. "You are a tiny bit." She punched her thumb and forefinger almost completely together for emphasis.

"Okay, maybe a little." Eve admitted against her better judgment, "But you've ignored me all week."

Villanelle smiles that smug, shit eating grin that Eve hates to love so much. She's breezed into the kitchenette area where she holds up two mugs, understanding that they're going to be up catching each other up on the last week for a while.

"Coffee?"

Eve nods, and minutes pass before either of them speaks again. When Eve finally does, it's to take one final jab at Villanelle's sexual proclivities.

"So....Eve, huh? Is that like a biblical fantasy?"

#killing eve #villanelle #villaneve #eve x villanelle #eve polastri #schaddenfreude prompts

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lihikainanea · 5 years

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Bill and Tiger going to her side of the family’s celebration, which isn’t uncommon for him as he just kind of appears with her nowadays. Leila, Tigers cousin, now has a bf which assures Bill as she flirted with him last time. Her boyfriend seems nice, chatting a storm with Bill before he pulls him off, saying Leila wanted to venture into a threesome and asked for him. Bill thinks he might throw up, like right on the floor. He’s scared to tell Tiger as she’ll either be a hot head or get sad.

Oh Jesus. Listen, cousin Layla right? Dat bitch is CRAY. And you’re absolutely right, anything involving tiger’s family, Bill is just a given. He’ll be there, probably with a nice little plate full of his famous madeleines. And already, Bill had to have tiger repeat a few uh, promises before they even left their place.

“I promise that I will try my best not to break out in hives,” she says, as he refills her mug.

“What else?” he prompts.

“I promise that I will not fight--physically, or in any other way--immediate family members,” she says. Bill glares at her from beneath his brow.

“All family members, tiger,” he says sternly. She huffs.

“She’s barely family,” tiger snaps, “And after last time, she’s lucky she’s barely fucking dead too.”

“Tiger.”

“Fine,” she snaps, “I promise that I will not fight--physically or in any other way--ALL family members.”

“Good.”

“Unless they start shit first,” she mutters under her breath but Bill catches it.

“Tiger, no,” he taps her nose.

“Tiger yes,” she stands up defiantly, crossing her arms in front of her. All Bill does is put the coffee pot down, stand right in front of her, glare down at her.

“Tiger...maybe?” she tries again, feebly, because Jesus he’s terrifying. Bill doesn’t move.

“Try me, kid,” he threatens, “Sit down.”

She sighs, sits back down heavily in her seat.

“We are going to have a nice dinner with your family,” he says as he takes a seat too, “A nice, uneventful dinner. Understand?”

“Why am I always the troublemaker, in every situation?” she asks petulantly.

“Because you’re you,” he deadpans, and that’s it. End of discussion. Tiger still doesn’t think it’ll be an uneventful dinner at all, but the rules are clear: she is not to start any shit. No matter how badly she’s egged on.

She helps Bill bake a cake for the event, mostly sitting up on the counter top licking the beaters, then they get ready. It’s just a low key dinner at her parents house so nothing fancy, they throw a few bottles of wine in a bag and off they go.

And it’s going...well. Both tiger and Bill are a little surprised and a whole lot relieved to see that Layla brought somebody. Bill is still a little terrified of her--not that he would ever admit it--but he sticks to the wall and/or tiger whenever Layla is in a 6 foot radius. Layla can smell fear--she thrives off of it--but she came here tonight with a plan. And sure enough when Bill is on his own for a few minutes while tiger is in the bathroom, the boyfriend lines him up. And the boyfriend seems like a pretty good dude, not overly talkative but they make conversation. Something about the dude is making Bill a little uneasy--maybe it’s the way he’s eyeing him--but Bill just figured maybe it’s a celebrity thing, he gets that a lot. But after a few minutes of conversation, he sees the dude give a very subtle thumbs up to Layla. Bill quirks a brow, but he doesn’t even get the chance to ask.

“Listen, dude, my girl and I, we kinda want to...add a little something,” the dude says, “You know, for kicks.”

Bill probably thinks this guy is trying to hustle him, or at the very least--that he wants money. Bill shifts uncomfortably.

“Oh, uh...” he starts. But the dude is talking again.

“And I know you and her had a thing,” he says, and Bill’s eyes get wide.

“We...wha--”

“And she was thinking maybe you, me and her could...have a thing,” the guy lets it hang in the air, and takes a swig of his drink.”

Bill literally does not compute. He just stares at the guy, his big eyes unblinking.

“I’ll let you think about it, man,” he says, “Don’t answer right away.”

And Bill wants to scream no, FUCK NO, absolutely FUCKING NOT, but he is legitimately stunned into fucking silence. The dudes pats him on the shoulder and returns to Layla, and by the time tiger comes back to his side, he hasn’t blinked in 5 minutes.

“You okay bud?” she asks. Bill just shakes his head like he’s trying to shake the entire conversation from his brain.

“Fine,” he says, “You ready to go soon?”

Tiger looks at him, confused.

“We haven’t even had dinner yet,” she says, “You feeling okay?”

“Oh,” Bill stammers, “Right. Uh, right. Dinner.”

“Why don’t you sit down, bud? You look a little pale. I’ll get you some water,” she ushers him to the couch, goes to the bar to get a glass of water. And Bill thinks it might just be alright--if he can just process this and then shoot them down in a very firm and decisive way, maybe tiger just...doesn’t ever have to know about this.

Until tiger passes the couple on her way to Bill.

“Did you ask him?” she overhears Layla say none too quietly, “Is he down for a threesome with us?”

Tiger stops, clutches the glass. The hairs raise on her neck, and Bill notices just a second too late.

“Yeah,” Layla’s boyfriend replied, “He seemed not too sure.”

“Did you tell him that he didn’t like..have to touch you? He could only touch me if that makes it better,” she says.

And oh. Oh my. Bill stands immediately. The glass in tigers hand cracks into a million pieces under her grip, and with a single battle cry she’s spinning around and then she has cousin Layla's shirt half over her head, totally blinding her, and she’s shoving her into a wall.

Bill probably lets tiger pin her, lets her wind up for a hit--just because he...kind of likes it. And the kid probably needed it. And he’s a little tired of cousin Layla himself. The boyfriend tried to intervene but he gets decked solidly, Bill pushes him away and out of the danger zone of tiger’s fists. But then he swoops in behind her--pins her arms to her sides, lifts her right up. And she’s kicking like a hellcat, yelling rather graphic threats, and tiger’s dad just quietly clears a path for Bill to come through and out the door. Maybe he brings her to the shed in back, or just a quiet room, who knows--but tiger is spittin’ angry, fighting him the entire way. He throws her back on her feet and up against a wall, but a second later she’s charging and trying to get past him, still yelling. He shoves her back hard, pins her to the wall, grabs her face.

“Stop,” he commands firmly, “It’s me.”

She stops fighting for just one second, her chest heaving.

“A fucking threesome?” she shrieks, and then she’s charging at him again trying to get around him. But Bill shoves her again, pins his knee between her legs--and he just grabs her face, slamming her head back into the wall as he kisses the sweet fuck out of her.

She’s still fighting him so he just kisses her harder, rougher, until she stops. Until she just leans on the wall behind her, and gives in to it.

“That was,” he breathes against her lips when he pulls away, “So hot.”

“Bill,” she says, seething, “I am so fucking mad right now--”

“I know,” he interjects, “And that’s so hot, too.”

She shoves him but he shoves back, kissing her again roughly.

“She thinks she can just....do that? Take what’s fucking mine? Come on to you like that?” she seethes. And god, Bill is hard as a rock the more she talks. He’s loving this.

“Take what’s yours?” he asks.

“Yes. You are mine,” she grabs his shirt, pulling him down for another rough kiss, “And I’ll fucking kill her if she tries this shit with you.”

“God kid, I might let you,” he moans. And listen. LISTEN. Bill is so worked up right now that I’ll bet he just like....takes her right there in the goddamn shed. And tiger has no fucking issues with that, because she’s staking her claim too.

#funny #family #bill skarsgard #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard drabble #family drama

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