#THE show my family watched when i was a child

[fireinmoonshot]

touchy | joaquin torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader Summary: Joaquin has a thing where he always likes to have a hand on you whenever you're together – holding your waist, holding your hand, a hand resting on your thigh. You finally decide to confront him about why. Warnings: Mentions of food, a kind of spicy make-out scene. Word Count: 1.6k A/N: I had this idea and I just had to write it. It's shorter than my other Joaquin fics but I had so much fun writing it and I really just wanted to get something else for Joaquin out for you guys! Please send in requests for him if you have any! 💗

One thing you never expected when you started dating Joaquin Torres was how touchy the man was �� there was barely any time when the two of you were together when he wasn’t touching you in some way. 

It surprised you at first. He never came across as that kind of person. He was the definition of a Golden Retriever boyfriend. But then you’d be standing with him at a party and you’d feel his hand wrap around your waist, or whenever you had to cross the road, he’d hold your hand (not unlike your parents used to do when you were a child), or when you were at home watching a movie on the couch, his hand would rest on your thigh.

After several months of this, you finally decided to ask him why.

“Joaquin, can I ask you something?” You call from where you’re sitting in the living room, your eyes flickering up from the book that was on your lap – the one you’ve been trying to read and failing, owing to the fact that your boyfriend has been strutting around your apartment shirtless ever since he got out of the shower.

“Course you can, angel,” he calls back from the kitchen.

Out of the two of you, Joaquin is the cook of the family. You hadn’t trusted him in the kitchen at first – he had always seemed the type of person to accidentally chop off a finger because he was too distracted. But so far, no such accidents had occured and he was much better at making a delicious meal than you were.

You were quick to close your book and get up from the couch, padding through the hallway into the kitchen to see him standing at the bench, chopping something up on a cutting board in front of him – still irritatingly shirtless.

“Cooking shirtless is dangerous, you know,” you say, announcing your presence. 

His eyes flicker up towards you. “For you or for me?”

You give him a look. “For you, pretty boy. I’m not the one holding the knife.” 

Joaquin grins at you before putting the knife down, wiping his hands on the cloth on the bench beside him and grabbing the apron hanging over the back of one of your bar stools. “Should I put this on then? Someone clearly isn’t enjoying the show.” 

“Baby,” you roll your eyes at him jokingly, crossing the room and snatching the apron out of his hands. “You know that’s not what I meant. I meant you could get burned by oil or slip and cut yourself or… well… there are plenty of dangers to cooking shirtless.” 

Joaquin smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest so you’re pressed together. “Angel, all those things you just listed are also things that could happen to me if I were wearing a shirt. You know that, right?”

You can’t help the way you pout at him. “Not my point, Joaquin.”

He grins and presses a quick peck to your lips. “Was that what you were coming in here to talk about?” He asks, his thumb swiping gently back and forth over your waist. 

“No, actually,” you hum. “I was coming here to talk about this.” You motion in-between the two of you, at the contact between your bodies. You’re not not a fan of it – of course you love it – but it does amuse you, the fact that your boyfriend always wants to have a hand on you at all times. 

Joaquin raises his eyebrows. “We playin’ charades? Am I meant to guess?”

You laugh a little. “No, silly. This. The way I walked into the kitchen and you swept me up into your arms immediately. The way you always have a hand on my back when we walk somewhere. The way you put your hand on my thigh when we’re on the couch. The way you’re touching me all the time.” 

Irritatingly, your words have the opposite effect than intended and Joaquin steps away from you, removing his hand from your waist. You immediately miss the warmth of his body, the feeling of his hand on your waist, and almost reach back out for him. 

“You don’t like it?” Joaquin asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

You hate the look on his face – the way he looks like a wounded puppy. His usually playful eyes look sad, full of fear and you can read his expression immediately. He thinks that by doing these things, he’s made you uncomfortable.

“Baby, no – I love it!” You attempt to rectify the situation. “I just was curious about why.”

Unable to keep looking at his sad puppy dog eyes anymore, you step forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands gently. His hands tentatively rest on your waist, as if he’s afraid you’re going to move away at any second but he simply can’t help but to touch you, just a little.

“You’re so touchy and I love it, Joaquin. I love having your hands on me all the time, I swear. Just now when you took your hands off my waist it was like… like it was suddenly winter and I was freezing cold without them. I just wanna know why you do it,” you explain further, making sure you keep eye contact with him.

Joaquin frowns a little. “I guess I never really thought about it,” he replies. “I think I kinda just do it without meaning to. I just love the feeling of having my hands on you, feeling your warmth, reminding myself that you’re beside me. And I mean…” He clears his throat. “Have you seen yourself, angel? Why would I not wanna touch you at any given opportunity?”

It’s like his confidence makes a return to his body, then. His grip on your waist gets tighter and he pulls you closer, forcing you to drop your hands from his face. They rest on his shoulders instead as he backs you up a little so you’re leaning against the counter. His body is pressed against yours again, like it was only minutes ago. The warmth you’d missed before falls over you like a sheet of pure comfort.

You can’t keep the smile off your face at his words and actions. “That’s kinda cute, Joaquin,” you admit. “That you do it without thinking about it. Like I said, I love the feeling of you having your hands on me too.”

“Cute?” Joaquin looks at you with raised eyebrows. “You think I’m cute?”

It’s hard not to smile at his tone. “Yeah, adorable. You’re like a little puppy. You were looking at me before with the most puppy dog eyes I’ve ever seen on a person. You looked so sad, I just wanted to pick you up and–”

Before you can finish speaking, Joaquin cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. You moan at the sudden feeling of his lips, the feeling of his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. The way that his hands grip your waist tighter, one of them roaming up your back to grasp at the back of your neck so he can kiss you deeper.

The edge of the counter digs into your back but you barely even notice the feeling. One of your hands moves to run through Joaquin’s hair – it’s short, but long enough for you to grip, the other on his back. The feeling of his muscles against your palm only makes you want to kiss him more. The last thing you want to do is break apart for air.

Your breath hitches as he squeezes your waist again, forcing your lips apart. Both of you are breathing heavily, though the break doesn’t last long. Joaquin wastes no time in kissing you again, but this time his lips move from yours to your jaw. He presses soft, gentle kisses along the side of your jaw and down your neck. You tilt your head backwards, giving him better access. When your hand grasps onto his hip, he gasps a little and you can’t help but smile at the sound. 

“See?” You mutter breathlessly, tilting your head forward again to meet his eyes. “I told you that cooking while shirtless was dangerous.”

Joaquin laughs at that, a gorgeous smile finding its way onto his face. You look at him, at the sweat on his forehead, the look of lust and love in his eyes, the way his chest moves up and down quickly, his breath still heavy from your small make out session. He’s easily the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on… and he’s all yours.

He moves his hands down to your waist again and before you can do anything about it, he’s lifting you up so you’re sitting on the counter and pushing your legs apart so he can stand in-between them. At this angle, you’re basically the same height.

“I see no problems here, angel,” he flashes that gorgeous grin again before messily pressing his lips to yours again. He pulls away quickly though, much to your disappointment. “Now that we’ve established that I’m not cute, I am going to continue cooking you dinner. I’ll let you go back to your book.”

“Oh no,” you shake your head, turning to watch him as he returns to the cutting board. “I have a much better view right here than I do in the living room, baby. Besides, someone has to supervise you to make sure you stay safe while cooking like that… it’s bound to be a hard job but I’m pretty certain I’m up to the challenge...”

[abyssyby]

messy spaces

— your boys try very, very hard to keep a secret…

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: rocket baby & shy baby's (also referred to in my head as sunlight (lucian/cian) & sun-warmth (kyros/kyro)) debut! a little self-indulgent, soft sylus family moment bc he'd be a great husband and a wonderful father of two sensory-seeking boys. i hope you enjoy! ❀ -urs

sylus x reader | fluff, domestic family stuff, twin boy dad!sylus, crafty-hobby-collector mom reader, keiran & luke are here too!

Sylus needs to get you out of the house. 

He watches you flit around the room like a bird, a twin on your hip, rambling in delight about how the boys had burped loud enough they could have scared away a wanderer. And you were beautiful, a picture of comforting grace— in one of his large shirts, your hair a mess (thanks to your son chewing on it) and bright and joyful eyes shining. 

But he needs you out of the house.

He hums appreciatively when you plop down beside him on the couch, his arm automatically wounding around your shoulders and pulling you to his side. The tip of his nose tickles you as it feathers from your neck to your cheek, where he presses his lips tenderly. 

You flush and clear your throat, because no matter how long you’ve been together, with him every moment always feels like the first time. “Cian, was looking for you earlier, wanted to show you something.” 

“Hm?” he mutters, kissing back down the trail he’d traced. “What was it?” 

You shrug. “He wouldn’t show me, said it was papa’s secret.” 

Sylus’s panic was undetectable if it weren’t for the stutter in his movement. The slight flex of one of his fingers in your shoulder, the soft exhale through his nose. Ever so in tune with your husband, you raise a brow. “What is it?” 

The look he gives you is cool and unassuming, and then he flashes you a charming smile. “It’s harder to keep secrets from you when you’ve gotten so sharp.” 

“I’ve always been sharp.” you frown.

He kisses you soundly on the lips, pleased with the little pout he coaxed out of you. “And beautiful.” 

He looks at the sleeping child in your arms and bends down to kiss his forehead too. Your heart melts at the sight. Then he stands, and your frown deepens. “Where are you going?” 

“To handle a whistleblower.” he says, straightening his clothes and shooting you a mischievous grin. “And to teach him how to keep secrets from mama properly.” 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

For every corner, every nook and cranny of the base, Sylus had a mental replica of how it should be. One of the most surprising things you realized when you’d started to live together was how clean he was. He liked keeping things in a certain order, and because of this, he was good at leaving and moving without a trace. 

You’d abide to his rules when you moved in as much as you could, but you couldn’t keep up with his tidiness. It never bothered him though, instead, he delighted in it— to see some of his toiletries pushed to the side to make way for your own, how you sometimes accumulate glasses of water with lipstick stains by your bedside, your clothes at the foot of the bed when you’re rushing to get changed— knowing you are here, under the same roof, in the same space, with him. 

And just as he felt with your trail of breadcrumbs, he felt it tenfold with his boys. The post-hurricane-esque damage of toys and trinkets in his spotless living room, the mess of baby food on the dining table after a meal, crayon marks on his pristine walls, a stray stuffie in his office. A shock to find, of course, but it was never unwelcome. 

And so, he follows his son’s trail to the playroom (once an extra armory, flipped by you and the big twins while he was away). It wasn’t hard, it was literally a trail of animal crackers.

He pushes the already ajar door open. “Lucian—“

“—there’s too many of them, little boss—“

“—And another one—“ 

Three heads look up at him as he enters. One would argue three of his sons were caught red handed dealing illegally acquired animal crackers (it wasn’t snack time yet). But there they were, his loyal henchmen in party hats and his own three year old in a crown, arm very evidently elbow-deep into the cracker tin canister. 

“Papa!” Lucian smiles, crumbs all over his cheeks and chubby little fingers. 

“Boss.” Luke and Keiran greet as well, glancing down at the hands in their lap. 

Lucian doesn’t stay idle, instead he shakes off his crown and rushes to Sylus’s leg. He is picked up and balanced in the crook of his father’s elbow. Sylus’s eyes soften with a molten glow as he brings up gentle fingers to brush away the dirt on his boy’s cheeks. “What are you doing, little boss?” 

“Papa, I sharin’!” he grins proudly. Sylus raises a brow. 

He peeks over the child’s shoulder to Keiran and Luke with their masks half raised, already munching on the animal crackers on their plastic plates. He gives them a pointed look that makes them slow and turn away, knowing full well they weren’t supposed to succumb to snacks-during-not-snack-time. “With Luke and Keiran?” 

“Mhm!” Lucian is already trying to make his way up Sylus’s shoulders. Sylus lets him. 

“Mm, that’s kind of you.” 

A crumbly finger leaves an imprint just beside Sylus’s eye. “I good.” 

“Yes, angel.” Sylus looks up at him. Lucian’s face, a reflection of his own with your irises and your smile, hangs upside down to meet his gaze. “Did you find my surprise?” 

Lucian frowns for a moment. After the day he’s had, retrieving a memory after such a long business transaction must be a monumental feat for a clever little mind. The time today he found Luke and Keiran and was told to “shh!”. But it comes to him eventually, and when it does his face lights up like the sun. “Ah-huh!” 

“Did you show mama?” 

“No.” 

“Did you tell mama?” 

Lucian blinks. “I tell: no, mama! No go in!” 

Ah, yes. Of course. Sylus chuckles, pinching his cheeks. “Good job, angel.” 

He’ll clean the mess up later, not that he truly minds it, but he wouldn’t want ants festering in his children’s favorite room.

And that’s what it was: his need for you to have your own favorite room.

He never thought that setting up an old armory would bring this much joy to his children, having once thought the whole base was theirs to conquer, and yet seeing them return somewhere when they have no idea where to go, seeing them drift in and out of the playroom made him realize: that was their little safe space. 

And just as his little adventurers were half of him, who once in a lifetime ago, could never have enough space, enough lands, enough resources and things to dominate, they were also half you. Yearning for peace, a quiet little bubble to gather your thoughts, regulate your heart and breathe. 

He has his spaces. His boys have the base and the playroom. You… you need your bubble. 

Lucian hangs tight on his father’s head, both arms perfectly hugging the circumference as Sylus walks to the hidden room. Papa’s secret surprise.

Down the labyrinth halls, around the priceless statue of a dragon he bought at an auction (its pedestal desecrated with Bluey stickers), there lies the auspicious grey door Lucian had thought would be a good hiding spot. 

“Is book room.” Lucian says, one hand mindlessly drifting down to cover Sylus’s left eye.

Sylus doesn’t flinch, but nods. “It's mama’s room.” 

“Upstairs…” Lucian answers quietly, thinking it was a question. 

Sylus chuckles and pushes the door open. 

The incense marinates the room in the scent of fresh linens and citrus, and the sunlight shoots through the half-drawn curtains onto the soft plush carpet— the kind of texture you and Kyros particularly enjoyed. On the wall, a large shelf with lines of books and empty spaces for you to fill. A corner with an easel and paints; old paintings you’d stored away in the spare rooms to make way for your childrens’ needs dusted and placed on your old wooden art table. Your favorite weapons encased in glass, decorated the bare walls.

A desk with a laptop for your writings. A basket of yarn and needles and the other things you bring to your shared bed to poke and weave. A circular couch, closer to a cat-bed, by the window. A hammock by the wall. A beanbag in the corner. And more, so much more.

Everything Sylus had taken note of, committed to memory. Things you’ve said, “sorry for the mess” for. Things he’d thought of and said— she’d like this. All gathered, collected and stuffed— organized in this room. 

“Smell nice.” Lucian says, scrambling to get down his father’s shoulders. He does it too quickly, almost falling if it weren’t for Sylus’s foresight. He catches his toddler by the armpits with little fanfare and sets him down on his feet. Lucian, against his usual nature, walks carefully into the room, as if afraid to disrupt its peace. “Mama like books.” 

“She does.” Sylus nods, inspecting the work the bigger twins have done with the lighting. Silently regarding their good work, he looks down to his son eyeing the hammock. “Wanna try?” 

Lucian runs towards the hammock and grabs onto the tassels. But before he can tug the entire thing to come crashing down, Sylus lifts him up and places him in the giant seat. He pushes the swing and Lucian’s giggles bounce off the walls.  

Sylus beams at your smile on his son’s face. The sun setting through the western window bathing the room in a warm glow. He can’t wait to show you. He can’t wait to give it to you. He hopes, still, despite how long and how sure he’s known you, that you like it.

And that’s why he needed to get you out of the house. 

Sylus has a plan— he’s good at planning, and even better at executing those plans— and that involves gifting this to you as the big ta-da! The final pièce de résistance at the end of a good day. 

There is a traveling carnival in a few days, one he’d invited you to go see days before. You’d arm yourselves with baby carriers and strollers, extra diapers and snacks, hats and hand-held fans, and bring the boys to experience it. Then, he’d take you to a nice restaurant with air conditioning to cool down. You’d order your favorite meal, he’d pick the onions off of Kyros’s plate, and Lucain would be a mess of squash and cream. And after, you’d make it in time for the fireworks to set off across the river.

He’d drive home, hold your hand as he watches you in the corner of his eye fight back sleep, while the little snores in the back lull you to unconsciousness. You’d take the kids in from the car and set them down in the nursery, and before you head back to your own bedroom, he’d ask you if you’d like to see something he’s working on. Might even bring up Lucian’s term of— 

“Papa secret.” 

He freezes— this time, completely detectable. He has better instincts than this in other, more dire situations, like ambushes and break-ins.

But not for you. 

You, standing by the door with a smug little smirk on your pretty face. One hand guiding an already awake other twin to toddle in towards his brother. 

Lucian screams in surprise and delight, caught— because he wasn’t very good at secrets just yet. But although close, he wasn’t the one who pulled the pin on this grenade. 

Kyros. The quiet little thing. All whispers and contained excitement. The one Sylus had assumed to be safe. Wrongly.  

Now, happily chanting over and over, “Papa secret, papa secret…” 

Sylus sighs, running his fingers through his neatly done hair out of exasperation, and then turning to look at you with a defeated upturn of his lips. “Beloved.” 

You lunge. Arms embracing his shoulders and molding your lips to his. He catches you just a second later through the haze, and grins into your kiss. “You…” 

He asks, “Do you like it?”

You pull back and nod. Words cannot surmise how you feel. The stars bursting in your chest, the tears burning your eyes, the love— oh, the love the spills over and takes captive your entire soul. 

Sylus laughs, cupping your face in his large hands and kissing you again. “I’m glad.” 

You sniff, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Is this mine?” 

His thumb brushes the corner of your eye. “I don’t crochet.” 

Your fist lands on his chest with no real force. He catches it, spreads out your fingers over his heart. You stare at him thoughtfully, and it knocks the breath out of him how your eyes twinkle in the light. 

“I wanted to surprise you.” He says, tone almost apologetic. 

You smile. It dawns on you that he probably had planned this huge reveal. You consider him and brush his hair away from his eyes. “I am surprised.” 

He exhales, a scoff and an exasperated laugh. “I’m sure you’ve had your suspicions.” 

And you can’t hide the little smile you try to suppress— sure, the little twins were expected to blab one way or another, but you didn’t really need them when you have the big twins acting shifty and weird around you when you asked them what the light fixtures were for when they came in the mail. “Maybe a little.” 

“Please.” He taps your forehead with a teasing finger. “You’ve always been sharp.” 

Just before you can kiss him senseless again, his attention is called with a tug on his pant leg. Kyros stares up at him.

“Pa, up pease?” He says, pointing to his brother on the swinging hammock. 

He gives you an apologetic look which you return with a fond smile, as he pulls away from you and hauls Kyros up and places him beside his brother. 

“Papa, swing fast-fast!” Lucian howls, shaking the blanket and making the new hinges groan. 

Sylus secures Kyros with pillows and guides his hands to hold the corners of the blanket. “Tell me when it’s too fast, okay?” 

Kyros nods. And Sylus pushes. 

Quickly, the room’s once undisrupted peace is washed with a peaceful kind of chaos. Intended to be a space for you and all the things you love, now filled with the entire world. 

As Sylus pulls back to let the hammock swing from its own momentum, you wrap your arms around his torso from behind, pressing your face in the space between his shoulders. You mutter a muffled, “Thank you, my love.” 

Sylus takes your hands and brings them to his lips in reply. Needing you to know that your thanks is welcome but not needed. All he needs is this— you, your kids, and the wonderful mess you’ve made in his life.

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[theliving-radio]

The Meaning of “Big Brother”

Part: 1

Warnings: none, just fluff and sillies. Gender Neutral Reader. Platonic relationship. Malleus is now your big brother.

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Malleus is an only child. Until he dubbed you as his Baby Sibling, making him a Big Brother.

But what is a “Big Brother”? That’s been on his mind lately. What does it mean to be a “Big Brother”?

Malleus wishes to ask Lilia on the matter, but goes against it as it felt like the old fae would tease him. Silver is also an only child, and Sebek is the youngest of his siblings. So he couldn’t ask them either.

And so, Malleus sets off to ask some of the students that are Older Brothers too.

“What it’s like to be the older brother in the family?” Trey was surprised when the First Years came running to him, saying that Malleus Draconia wanted to see him. Trey was in the middle of making pie crust for a new recipe he wanted to try out when both Ace and Deuce showed up with Malleus in tow. But the question was more of a shocker than seeing Malleus Draconia in the Heartstabyul kitchen

“Yes. I’ve heard from Trappola and Spade that you are an Older Brother to many younger siblings. And that even students have claimed you as “The Older brother of Heartstabyul.”

Trey glances over at Ace and Deuce who were a bit embarrassed by it, but Trey only lets out an amused chuckle.

“Yeah, I have a few younger brothers and a little sister. We all live together with our parents who run a Bakery.”

“Interesting… and what are your ‘duties’ as an older brother?” Malleus questioned as he watched the Vice dorm leader go back to mixing.

“‘Duties’, huh? That’s one way of putting it. But I just do my best to make sure they don’t cause any trouble and aren’t fighting each other. One time, one of my brothers was teasing our sister to the point of crying… then proceeded to punch him. When I found them, they were both tussling in the middle of the Bakery. I had to scold them both.”

“Fascinating…”

After the mixing, Trey takes the dough out of bowl and places it on the kitchen counter where it can be kneaded. He looks over at Malleus who was writing down in a small notepad.

Did he have that the whole time?

“So when it comes to your younger siblings, you have to protect them from each other. Along with correcting their behavior towards one another.

“I mean, I guess? Yeah. Most of the time that responsibility would fall under our parents. But since I was the one to see it happen, I had to set things straight.”

“I see… Have they ever done anything to make you upset?”

Trey was in the middle of kneading the dough, but pulls away from it and places his hand on his chin, trying to think of something. Meanwhile Ace was trying to sneak towards the fridge to see if there were any tarts in there, Deuce wasn’t trying to signal him to not do it.

Without looking away from the dough, Trey picked up small metal spoon and threw it in the direction Ace was at. Causing him to yelp and curse under his breath at getting hit in the head with said spoon, and for getting caught.

Malleus was intrigued by the small exchange.

“There was a time where one of my brothers wanted to go to a Spelldrive game. He really wanted to go. I couldn’t say no to him, and so I got my entire allowance to buy a ticket for him. All the money I saved up for myself, just gone. Of course I was upset about it… but when he came home from the game he had the biggest smile on his face, and went straight to me to tell me everything that happened during the game. And I knew from that moment, I didn’t regret giving him all my money. And I would do it all over again, given the chance.” Trey smiled at the memory, Malleus took noticed and smiles as well.

“Maaan~ what a lucky kid. Wish you were my older brother, Trey-senpai!” Ace interrupted the heartfelt moment.

“Don’t you already have an older brother, Trappola?”

“Yeah, but he’s a dick!” Ace loudly declares as he crosses his arms. “To prove my point, one time while I was laying in bed, he walked into my room without saying anything, approached me, turned around and farted in my a face! He ran out laughing and I had to chase him to give him a what for!”

Malleus looked at Ace in pure horror. His older brother did that?! Is that normal???

He does not wish to lay his flatulence upon you!

Not his Baby Sibling!

“Ah yeah. I’m an only child. But I’ve heard siblings doing that to each other.” Deuce mention, which causes Malleus to turn to him in shock.

“So that is normal behavior among siblings?”

“Well…. Not really, every family is different, and every sibling bond can be different too. Some love each other, and there are some who hate each other.” Trey answered the Dragon Fae’s question as he set up placing the dough in the pan.

Malleus thought about Trey’s words. He does love you very much, he is your Big Brother after all! But even relationships and bonds can change over time. And he hopes his Baby Sibling does not turn to hate him one day.

“I see… Well I must thank you for this insightful information, Clover. I will have to leave now to get more information.”

“If you have any more question, just try to find me.”

Malleus nods as he makes his way out of the Heartstabyul’s dorm kitchen. As he leaves, he hears the sound of a smack and Ace yelling ‘What did I do?!’ While Trey’s response being ‘Do you want to be collared?’

“You came all the way here… to ask me how I treat my younger siblings?”

“Yes. That is exactly why I’m here.”

Out of all the places, Jack never once thought that Malleus’s Draconia would come over to Savanaclaw dorm… to ask about family…

“… why?”

“Recently I have become an Older Brother, and I am asking for advice from others who are one as well.”

“Ah.” Jack… was still not expecting that answer.

It’s no secret from the school that Malleus Draconia, future king of Briar Valley, one of the top powerful mages in all of Twisted Wonderland…

Has dubbed you as his “Baby Sibling” and has taken the role “Big Brother” seriously.

How did this arrangement came to be? Nobody knows.

Jacks ear twitches as he crosses his arms. Before Malleus came by, Jack was actually going to be headed to the botanical gardens to help Ruggie find Leona. Unfortunately the dragon fae stopped him before he was able to walk out of the dorms lounge room.

“I heard from Schoenheit that you have a younger brother and sister,” Malleus took notice that Jack’s tail swayed a bit when Vil was brought up.

“… you heard correctly. Both are in elementary school.”

Jack isn’t gonna lie.

This is kinda awkward, and weird.

“Jack, you’re still here? I thought you were gonna help me-“ Ruggie entered the lounge and stopped in his tracks as he saw Malleus. The Hyena Beastmen looks over at Jack, his eyes saying ‘Help me’. Ruggie doesn’t know what he walked in on.

“Good Afternoon,Bucchi. Sorry to come here unannounced, but I just wanted to ask Howl on his relation to his younger siblings are like.” Malleus answered earnestly.

Ruggie blinks once. Then twice.

What?

“What? Why?”

“Since I am a Big Brother now, I wish to know the responsibilities of taking care of a younger siblings. So I am asking other students advice and experiences they’ve had,” Malleus looked pleased with himself at his own reasoning. Ruggie on the other hand, was confused by the Fae’s reasoning. Really?

“And you’re asking Jack because…?”

“He too, is also a Big Brother.”

Ruggie turns to Jack who just gave him a curt nod. “Ok, but like can’t you just look it up?”

“Ah, I’m not really good with technology…”

Is this guy for real?!

“… both of my siblings are very energetic. They can play hide and seek for six hours straight without getting tired.” Jack goes back to the topic at hand.

“Six hours?!”

“Oh my, how do you get them to calm down?” Malleus asked as he gets out his notepad and pen. Ruggie and Jack just blink at him as the Dragon Fae waited patiently for an answer.

Jack coughs in his fist to clear his throat, “Well, mom sometimes has issues when it’s time for bed. Lately though, she has been sneaking in sleeping medication into their drinks. Just small doses to help them calm down when it’s time to sleep.” The Wolf Beastmen explained as he recounts the events.

Malleus writes down in the notepad, wanting to get it all down. Ruggie leans over and tries to get a small glimpse of what the Fae wrote down, curious on what he has so far.

“So, you and your mom would go to extreme measures to make sure your siblings would have a healthy life style?”

“I wouldn’t say extreme… just, some actions we have to take.”

“Understood…” Malleus shuts his notepad, making Ruggie tense up from the force of it.

“Well, thank you very much Jack Howl for answering my questions. I am going to take my leave now, the sun is still out, and I still have many questions and learning to do. It was nice to see you too Bucchi.” Malleus bows to both Beastmen and begins to make his way to the Mirror Chamber.

“…dude, what just happened?”

“I dont know… giving out family advice?” Jack scratched the back oh his neck, perplexed by the exchange.

Malleus flipped through his notes as he walks out the Savanclaw dorm. He still had a lot of questions that need to be answered. He wanted to be prepared.

Malleus wanted to be the best Big Brother you’ve ever had, after all!

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I legit just wanted to write like a small prompt, but then brain kept going “MORE!!!”

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed part 1! I’ll be preparing for part 2 hopefully soon! So enjoy my idea of Big Brother Malleus!

[miyaz6ki]

i might let you make me juno ✰

synopsis. literally the title, each are just small drabbles though :)! 1 kink i think they would have, as well as something they'd dislike(?), idrk what I'll put since I make these before I write 😭

the blade has spoken. i forgot to post yesterday :sob: rb for pt 2 ORR FOR MORE OF MY SUPER DUPER SICK CONTENT!!

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette

warnings. NSFW, mdni please!! sex :pensive:, although some are fluffier than others!, lwk hatefucking in alhaitham's (academic rivals to lovers), corruption kink (capitano's), vision play w diluc (not rly my main point), cockwarming,

albedo, who already has you placed right in front of him, legs spread as he kneels before you. although he glanced at the beauty in front of him, his eyes would tell a million words, the ones he couldn't speak. in general, whatever you were into, so was he.

the alchemist, delving his tongue into real delicacy for the first time, had himself on a chokehold, every now and then gazing back up to the figure he loved the most, pleasured by what he was doing. fuck he loved you so much. the taste had him hypnotized, he could probably do this forever.

every minute that passed, he felt himself falling in love over and over again. holding your thighs closer to the sides of his face, he could feel how much pleasure he gave.

alhaitham, who has you pinned to the wall, your chest pressed up against the surface. he held both your wrists in one of his hands, and the other on the left side of your waist. rocking his hips into yours, archons he was so fucking in love with the way you clenched against his member.

as much as he hates you, or says he does, it's really the opposite. he's never met anyone who could get him as mad as he is right now, not anyone could piss him off. he loved it so damn much.

he loved watching your eyes roll back in pleasure, no one else could get him boiling, but no one could ever be this deep inside you like he does, right? he better be. or he'll spend the next nights trying to prove himself right to you. so at least for once he'll win.

capitano loved to absolutely break you. corrupt you. he wanted to make sure you were indefinitely all his. and no one else's. he loved seeing those cute little tears of yours roll down your cheeks, whining about how you can't take it when both of you know you can!

you're all his, right? hopefully, and rightfully so, because no one as big as him would ever please your little hole now. but he supposes that something should make up for the pain you feel whenever he enters, it should be the pleasure, and somewhat comfort he can attempt to give.

so he lets you pick whatever position you wanted, and honestly, his favorite while letting you choose was whatever position he could see you the most in. especially when it includes your pretty little face. he wants to see how good he makes you feel <3

he always has his hands on you it feels so dirty. but childe has no excuse for himself, his only purpose is to make sure others know how to fuck off from what's only supposed to be his, it's not your fault, nor his, but he just has the indefinite need to show you off. whether it'd be how the marks all over your collarbone would be the prettiest!

he knows it hurts, but for now, just endure it, and he'll make sure to take care of it later. he makes sure to kiss it all away anyway, no matter how deep inside he might be, you're his reason to fight, his reason to live and come back home for another day with you.

oh well, he dreams of starting a nice little family with you. coming home to you and your two.. maybe three children? you'll both figure it out later. after he finishes inside you, his rough hands, which bruised your hips with small, little crescents ingrained into your skin. oh he's already planning the names!

wriothesley is generally turned on by any position he could see you in. similarly to capitano, but the thing is... he much prefers seeing how his cock imprints itself in your stomach.

sure your expressions are pretty cute, but nothing better than seeing you throw your head back, trying to ride his big member when you know you need help from him! all you have to do is say please...

if you didn't, he'd simply watch the show. watch you trying to take him all at once, and only hurting yourself more by trying to take what you can't (without his assistance). and in which he simply.. takes control himself, and helps you slowly sink onto his shaft instead. of course whole holding your hand!

diluc who uses his vision to his advantage, his hands already over your chest, as the temperature of his palm rises slowly, while letting you cockwarm him.

whether it's while he's writing, and signing away paperwork for the wine business, and his other hand over one of your nipples, or if all his attention is focused on you, watching how you react with a VIP seat, which would be taken literally as you sat on his dick.

a teasing touch from one of his fingers would rub against the spot where his cock was snug inside you, infused with a bit of warmth with the help of his vision.

neuvillette who's instincts get to him, as he watches your reaction through the pristine, crystal mirror in front of you both. it was a gift from his daughter figure—furina.

dear archons, please do forgive him for using her gift in such a.. filthy way, but nothing gets him going like seeing you stare at yourself be pleasured so well by none other than himself. his head fitting in the crook of your neck as he only turns himself on more, only reaching even deeper with his shaft inside you.

and wow he couldn't even wait for the main course tonight, for someone who's very knowledgeable on the taste of water from every region—he much preferred whatever substances you could make.

[shomatoriashi]

03/03/25; 12:10am

yandere!sung jinwoo x fem!reader | jd!sung jinwoo x veronica!reader

notes: i fell in love with heathers the film and musical when i watched it a few years ago and have been dying to make an insert loosely based on it. i wasn't able to find the right character to be the j.d. to my veronica!reader-

until now.

this will be my birthday fic for jinwoo, and warnings will be put in place in case you readers wish to skip this story.

summary: wishing to come out of your comfort zone during your university years, you befriend a group of queen bees who seem to rule the campus with their wealthy status and beauty, rendering you to be nothing more than their servant as you are subjected to do their bidding as their unwilling gopher- but that all changes when a transfer student with haunting, grey eyes appears, turning your world upside down in the darkest of ways.

notes + warnings: unedited; dark content; purposeful ooc-ness (out of character) to help with fitting the narrative; power dynamic / bullying; death of major character(s); s-icide mention; suggestive themes; attempts at forced intimacy (not by jinwoo); alcohol use

alternate title: meant to be yours

{ i was meant to be yours | we were meant to be one | i can't make it alone | finish what we've begun | you were meant to be mine | i am all that you need | you carved open my heart | can't just leave me to bleed...! }

cha hae-in was bathed in a golden glow as she walked with confidence throughout the halls of the humanities building. with each step she takes, she catches the attention of numerous male students, with the young woman seeming to bask in such attention as she tosses aside her blonde hair just to give off that added touch.

being the star runner of the university's track team, hae-in had a body that millions of women envied and a personality that was too saccharine sweet to be considered genuine. she shows her kindness in ways that were only fit to benefit her. being the sole daughter- an heiress of a multibillion dollar company, it came as no surprise that she surrounded herself with people who would do anything for her-

which unfortunately included you.

heaving out a sigh, you run a hand through your locks of hair while trailing your gaze away from hae-in and towards the women settled next to her, yoo soohyun and blanche alicia. soohyun worked part-time as a model, while alicia was also an heiress to her family's own company. this is where your 'friendship' with these dazzling young women felt too much like a joke.

you had no special upbringing and would not inherit any riches from your parents. you were simply an ordinary woman who lived an ordinary life, being the sole child of parents who worked normal office jobs. you spent most of your school life hiding in the shadows, making decent grades in hopes of getting into a decent university so you could obtain a decent 9 to 5 job.

that had been your ultimate goal for as long as you could remember-

yet it all seemed to change the moment you turned 18.

you look back on your utterly boring life and felt as though it had been wasted by your apathy. you knew that you were simply going through the motions and felt a bit disappointed in yourself, which was why you made a promise- no, an oath to come out of your comfort zone.

you would enjoy your university years by befriending and associating yourself with people whom you would normally despise, basking in their glory as you would use their status to get into parties and try to... live a little.

which was why you found yourself living in the shadows of cha hae-in and her lackeys for the first semester of your freshman year.

being lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice the way hae-in had casually slipped behind soohyun and alicia. she takes advantage of your distracted state and casually sticks her slender legs out in front of you-

making you trip as you land unceremoniously against the concrete sidewalk.

the wind was knocked out of you, and you felt your cheeks burning with humiliation. tiny scratches were seen on the palm of your hands from where you had fallen, yet what hurt more than the cuts was how your sense of pride had just been torn apart into smithereens.

"oops, sorry. i guess you were just walking too slow for my liking." hae-in began to giggle before looping her arms together with soohyun and alicia. "well, we're off to our appointments now to get our nails done, and since the salon was all booked up, i wasn't able to make an appointment for you." soohyun's voice was dripping with sarcasm, and you were left to wallow in your embarrassment and misery while fighting off your tears.

as your supposed friends left you behind, you were so caught up in your own intrusive thoughts that you failed to see the startling pair of glowing, lilac eyes taking in your form...

{ ... }

resting your cheek against the window, your eyes stare blankly at the scenery as hae-in began to gossip profusely with alicia and soohyun chiming in.

"i heard hwang dongsoo and kim chul were going to host a party at their fraternity tomorrow night!" soohyun was grinning now, and you swore you could practically hear her purrs of content (acting very much like a spoiled cat who's had her fill of cream). as she rests her cheek against the palm of her hand, you could see the purple ombre hues of her nails.

alicia joins in with her giggles, tossing her hair back while showing off her own perfectly manicured nails painted a baby blue with sparkles. "i honestly cannot wait. dongsoo has quite the reputation when it comes to throwing the craziest parties!"

hae-in simply smiles in response, her hands gripping at the steering wheel as she stopped at a red light. from the glow, you saw that her own nails were painted in a classic french manicure style, the white tips curving along her nails that made her already perfect hands appear even more ethereal.

your hands end up curling into fists, feeling the edges of your own uneven nails form crescent shaped marks against your skin.

as soohyun and alicia continue to rave on and on about the party, hae-in manages to silence them with the mere snap of her fingers. "why be so excited for tomorrow when we can have our own little pre-party tonight?"

alicia's eyebrows furrow as she runs a hand across her thick strands of hair (a motion you had come to realize she would do whenever she felt anxious). "but hae-in, we're only 18. we're not allowed to consume and purchase alcohol until we're of age. that's why dongsoo's party is such a big deal to us."

"oh i know that, but i have no intention of paying for anything." you catch the way hae-in's eyes gleamed mischievously while meeting your horrified gaze from within the mirror, "after all, that's why we have our little wallflower here."

she says your name, coating the syllables with a thick, syrupy sweetness that made your stomach drop with anxiety, "why don't you be a dear and... fetch us some wine coolers at the convenience store?"

before you could answer her, hae-in weaves through the streets with a calculated expertise, quickly approaching the glowing sign of the nearest convenience store before parking her sports car at a corner parking lot. she was grinning at you along with her lackeys, with their voices cooing at you to just do it.

fighting back the nausea, you toss open the back door and slam it shut, clenching your fists upon hearing the sounds of their laughters echoing from within the car. forcing down the anxiety and the impending nausea left in its wake, you enter the convenience store, their automatic sliding doors feeling very much like a death sentence.

the variety of colors seen in the products that decorate the aisles momentarily overwhelms you. your breathing comes out in uneven breaths, shutting your eyes for a few seconds before taking in the scenery. the cashier was a young woman who looked to be around your age, and she was currently focused on a magazine while blowing bubbles with her gum.

okay, perhaps luck was on your side after all. you couldn't get much luckier than having the most distracted person manning the cash register. knowing that you had to act fast, you head toward the back of the store, eyes assessing the drinks that lined the fridges. as you were searching for the wine coolers, you became achingly aware of the store's entrance sliding open as a new customer walks in.

a quiet string of curses escapes from your parted lips as you found the shelves that held all of the wine coolers. opening the fridge, you grab three glass bottles in a variety of flavors, planning to hide them beneath your hoodie when a dark figure seen from your periphery catches your attention.

he was tall-

by far the tallest man you had ever seen, dressed in dark pants and a jet black trench coat. he towers over you with perfect locks of ebony hair and full lips tilted up in a smile, and you found yourself caught within his grey eyes. for a brief moment, you were stunned, unable to say a word when this perfect stranger trails his gaze towards the bottles of alcohol in your hand.

"what do you have there?"

the sound of his voice breaks through your reveries, and you struggled to come up with the right words to say. "uhm, i... this is just- i-i'm just-"

amusement was seen in his gaze when he takes the wine coolers away from your hands. "you have freshman written all over you, sweetheart." he chuckles while holding the bottles close to his side, "let me guess..."

leaning down to reach your height, you had to hold back your shivering when he manages to whisper in your ear, "your friends set you up... they made you steal these bottles, right?"

words failed you as you were unable to respond to him, yet the way you thickly swallowed was damning enough.

"relax, i'm only here to help you, sweet thing." the terms of endearment he kept referring to you with made your knees clash together in response. as if he had hypnotized you, you felt as though you were caught up in a trance, allowing the perfect young man to lead you toward the cashier.

the woman looks away from her magazine, meeting his grey eyes as his charm seemingly made her laziness disappear. she sits straight up in her seat, swallowing her gum in the process as her shaky hands scan the bottles of alcohol. "u-uhm, i need t-to see your i.d. to make sure y-you're of age to purchase these."

truthfully, had you not been so awestruck yourself, you would have laughed at how silly this cashier was behaving.

a rich chuckle was heard coming from the devastatingly handsome man, "but of course." he reaches into the pockets of his pants to pull out his wallet, extracting both his i.d. and a sleek black debit card. from your observations, you knew that his name was sung jinwoo and that he was 20 years old (a mere two years older than you.)

the cashier's gaze lingers a bit too long on his license before shaking her head, "t-thank you so much, sir!" taking his card, she swipes it, allowing the payment to go through before returning them to him. jinwoo thanks the cashier and takes the bags filled with alcohol, walking out of the convenience store with you trailing behind him.

a haughty voice calling our your name makes you stop dead in your tracks. as if sensing your discomfort, jinwoo takes a protective stance in front of you, his cool gaze meeting hae-in. yet whatever annoyance that once twisted her perfect features all but melts upon seeing jinwoo.

trying to act coy now, she brushes aside her golden blonde hair, allowing her grey eyes to morph into a much more seductive look. "oh, who's your new friend?"

a bitter taste fills your mouth at the sight of hae-in flirting with jinwoo, and you felt a strange sense of red hot anger burning through you. somehow, you could already feel the dread making a deadweight settle at the pit of your stomach as you were certain that jinwoo would fall to his knees for her-

so imagine your surprise when he shoves the bag of wine coolers into her unsuspecting hands. "introductions aren't necessary, i know that you're the sole heiress to cha industries."

your eyes go wide upon seeing the shocked look on hae-in's face, with her taking a step back as she struggled to find the right words to say, "w-well, if you know who i am, then that should give you all the more reason to hang out with me..."

she was practically ignoring you, pulling out her claws with every intention of sinking them into jinwoo.

yet he further surprises you the moment he grips at hae-in's wrist, "sorry, but i'm not interested." his smile was achingly polite when he releases hae-in's hand, "i paid for your drinks in full and would like to have..." jinwoo purposely trails off before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "her as compensation."

"HER?!" hae-in's shrill voice of disbelief echoes throughout the parking lot, her nostrils flaring in response all while refusing to meet your gaze. unfazed by her outburst, jinwoo simply gives her a kind smile before leading you away from her. "if you'll excuse us."

your head felt like it was in the clouds now, your gaze taking in jinwoo as he was nothing short of a savior within your eyes. with your attention solely focused on jinwoo, you didn't see the way hae-in's eyes burned with hatred for you-

how she bit down so harshly at her bottom lip that it was enough to draw blood.

with soohyun and alicia seen hesitantly getting out of her car, hae-in could practically taste something metallic within her lips the moment she sees you getting into jinwoo's sleek vehicle. running on autopilot, she allows her feelings of disdain for you fuel her, calling someone she knew would be all too willing to help with her endeavors. she waits a few seconds, feeling a smile spread through her expression when he picks up on the other line.

"tomorrow, when you see us at the party, i want you to completely ruin this pest for me..."

{ ... }

admittedly, your mind was still spinning the moment you got into the car with jinwoo, your eyes drawn to his hand as he meticulously wove through the streets of the city. knowing that you had to say something to convey how grateful you were to him, you cleared your throat and hesitantly began.

"uhm, jinwoo... what happened back there, just- thank you, for helping me."

he looks back at you from his periphery, grey eyes shining with mirth while giving you a nod and a hum. the silence was deafening as jinwoo continues to drive for a few more minutes before turning into a parking lot. choosing a random spot, he parks the car before shutting off the engine, allowing his keys to swing back and forth as he focuses his attention on you.

"that girl is clearly not a true friend, so why even bother hanging out with her?"

jinwoo's question causes your stomach to sour slightly in response. letting out a shaky breath, you play with the ends of your hair, trying to find the right words to explain your situation to him. gathering your thoughts, you decide to be honest with him. "i've spent most of my life simply breezing through it."

you could see jinwoo lift an eyebrow in response to your words, but keeps quiet, silently beckoning you to continue. "i am an only child, yet had always been mild mannered. i made good enough grades and was able to attend university with some scholarships. looking back at my simple life, something inside of me changed with a desire to... to live a fuller life. that's why... i associated myself with cha hae-in and her groupies to begin with, constantly living in their shadows just for a taste of something more-"

"like parties and stealing alcohol?" there was an almost mocking tone heard within jinwoo's voice, making your cheeks burn with a bit of shame. you couldn't find any words of protests to try and defend yourself, but jinwoo's sudden laughter makes you visibly relax.

"it's okay, i was young and foolish when i was your age too, and that wasn't too long ago." the sensation of his palm gently cupping at your cheek was what made you practically melt into him. he was smiling at you, grey eyes appearing as dark as onyx from beneath the night sky-

only to suddenly flash a glowing, lilac hue for a brief second before returning back to its hue of endless darkness. "if any of them hurt you, come find me."

before you could respond to his command, jinwoo takes out his keys from the ignition while opening the door, "come on, let's go get some ice cream. i found this great parlor not too long ago, and it's located within this exact shopping center."

the promise of delicious ice cream banishes the memory of his glowing eyes and biting words as you got out of his car and joined him, feeling your breathing hitch the moment he takes a hold of your hand and leads you towards the ice cream parlor.

{ ... }

jinwoo's words kept echoing within the confines of your mind, making you lose your focus throughout the day. he had given you his number the night before, yet you were still too hesitant to reach out to him.

you didn't want to seem desperate or needy-

yet the more irrational part of you didn't care.

you wanted to be with jinwoo regardless of the consequences.

with your thumbs poised over jinwoo's name saved on your phone, you were about to give him a call when your phone came to life, alerting you with a call from hae-in. as a habit, you pick it up immediately, letting out a silent string of curses as you answered, "h-hello?"

your name was heard on the other line, void of the prior anger you had witnessed from the night before. "hey it's about time you picked up! you didn't forget about dongsoo's party, right?"

you ignore the pinpricks of anxiety at the mere mention of the party, reminding yourself the reason you had befriended such an awful girl like hae-in to begin with. letting out a shaky breath, you clutch your phone even tighter, "you... aren't mad at me?"

a series of melodious laughter was heard coming from the other line, "you mean what happened last night? please, i can get guys who are more devastatingly handsome than that lanky toothpick. all is forgiven, sweetie, so come meet us all at the frat house, okay? we'll be waiting~"

hae-in hangs up the call, letting you know that she would not accept no as an answer from you. clenching your eyes shut, you take a moment to even out your breathing and strengthen your resolve, jumping out of bed to get ready for the party.

one party-

just one party-

you would take this chance to attend this single party before cutting off all ties from hae-in and her toxic world.

{ ... }

the atmosphere of dongsoo's event was stifling to say the least. the moment you entered the fraternity house, you saw no signs of hae-in or soohyun and alicia. not interested in partaking in any of the debauchery that was bound to happen, you decided at the last minute to simply mingle for a few hours before leaving.

you managed to find a secluded area near the dining room and kitchen, searching for a bottle of water when a booming voice was heard calling your name. stopping your search, you trail your gaze over the general area where your name had been called, only to stiffen significantly upon seeing dongsoo's towering figure making his way towards you.

"there you are, babygirl, been lookin' everywhere f'you." his massive arm captures your wrist in a tight grip, making the panic set in as he pulled you away from the kitchen and towards the stairs. "where are you taking me? let me go!" you attempt to pull your arm away from his grip, but he was too strong, practically dragging you along.

your heart was pounding, its palpitations nearly choking you as the anxiety and adrenaline courses through your veins. your pleas for help goes unnoticed as they were drowned out from the music and hundreds of people conversing and laughing together. your deepest fears were confirmed the moment dongsoo finds an empty bedroom, slamming the door shut before locking you within the room with him.

"y'know, y'don't look half bad... you're pretty in that stuck up type of way..." you tremble, nearly gagging when you could smell the powerful scent of vodka wafting off of him. a shudder of disgust runs down your spine when you felt his wet tongue lapping at your skin. tears of desperation were streaming down your face now, and in a latch ditch effort to get this fucking pig away from you, you gave his abdomen a swift kick.

thanks to his inebriated state, dongsoo immediately falls to the ground, letting out a grunt before vomiting his brains out just seconds later. the scent of bile reaches your nostrils, causing you to recoil before unlocking the door, making a mad dash out of the room.

tears kept streaming down your face, and you were solely focused on getting out of this place when a flash stops you from moving forward. you look toward the direction, only to see three familiar girls with their phones aimed at you, taking what had to be a plethora of pictures.

"hehe, say cheese sweetie!"

with hae-in's words echoing within the depths of your mind, you shove through the crowd and manage to escape from the house party. your sobs echo throughout campus as you blindly searched for a way home.

due to your tears nearly blinding you, you didn't see the dark figure that suddenly appears in front of you, causing you to crash against a hard chest as a voice calls out your name. "hey hey, calm down, it's just me...! what happened?"

you were still sobbing when jinwoo was felt framing at your cheeks, eyes filled with concern for you as he takes in your bloodshot eyes and face damp with tears, "what happened? who hurt you?"

all you wanted to do was forget, clinging to the front of jinwoo's coat while burying your face within his chest, "n-no, don't make me t-talk about it! i-i just want to forget, j-jinwoo, just please, take me away."

needing no further urging from you, jinwoo takes you in his arms and begins walking, keeping you pressed against his chest. surrounded by his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne, you felt safe and protected in his embrace, not daring to let him go even as he unlocked the door to what you assumed was his dorm.

pressing gentle kisses against your hair, jinwoo takes steady strides within his dorm room, leading you towards his bedroom while placing you on top of his mattress. he was about to tuck you in and let you rest when the sensation of your arms wrapping around his neck halts his movements. your tears had finally dried now, and you wanted nothing more than to have jinwoo-

"stay." you tell him in hushed tones, tightening your arms around his neck, "please stay."

letting out a groan of your name, jinwoo remains hovered over you, pressing a deep kiss against your lips before descending upon you. how you found yourself so intimately intertwined with jinwoo was a mystery. one moment you were basking in the sensation of experiencing your first kiss with him-

and the next, you felt him piercing through you, your bodies tangled together in a dance of intimacy that takes your very breath away. never once did jinwoo stop kissing you, feeling his hands caressing at your skin in such a reverent manner that takes your very breath away.

time became a lost concept to you when jinwoo finally lays beside you, wrapping his powerful arms around your waist before bringing you closer to his naked chest. pressing another lingering kiss against your temple, you felt your walls slowly crumble in response when you decided to tell jinwoo what had happened during the party.

"i think hae-in had every intention of using dongsoo to hurt me tonight... to hurt me in... immeasurable ways."

jinwoo tightens his arms around you, and you could hear the way his breathing becomes even more labored in response to your confession. you take his silence as a means to continue, wishing to soothe his concerns, "but i was lucky. dongsoo was nearly blacked out drunk and i was able to fight him off of me and escape."

"so you ran out of the house and into me." jinwoo finishes your story through gritted teeth, earning a nod from you. "y-yes... so despite how fucked up it was, i'm okay... i'm okay."

you didn't even realize that you had began crying again until jinwoo wiped the tears from your eyes, focused solely on comforting you as he takes you even deeper into his embrace. while he comforts you, jinwoo was able to distract you from the wisps that escapes from jinwoo's growing shadow, not even seeing the glowing lilac quality of his eyes while he silently commanded his soldiers to do his bidding-

all for your sake.

{ ... }

the party had ended when dawn came as hae-in walks with her friends back to her car. she giggles, basking in the memory of your teared stained face while taking another swig of alcohol from the glass bottle.

"that'll show that bitch for daring to make a fool of me!" hae-in twirls around soohyun and alicia, basking in their giggles while taking turns drinking from the same bottle of alcohol.

as their laughter continues to echo throughout the area, they remained blissfully unaware of how their shadows lengthened, revealing three ant-like monsters from the depths. hae-in was the first to react, feeling the strands of hair stand from the back of her head when she turns around to face the looming figure.

it was over before she could even scream as the scent of blood thickens within the horizons.

{ ... }

with jinwoo by your side, you felt like you could finally face hae-in and cut ties with her for good. by some miracle, you were able to go through the motions of your day, finishing up your classes with jinwoo texting you during your free time.

it was now late in the afternoon, and you were waiting with bated breath outside of your university's cafe. jinwoo remains by your side with a bored expression on his face, taking casual sips of his coffee before speaking to you,

"i thought you said that hae-in usually gets her lunch here?"

"she does." you tell him with a sigh, getting out your phone as you looked at the text you sent a few hours ago to come and meet you. yet it remains unread even now.

is it possible that she could have blocked you?

where could she be?

not only had your texts remained unread and unanswered by hae-in, but by soohyun and alicia as well.

"what is going on?" you ask no one in particular, yet still received an answer from jinwoo.

"come on, we've been waiting here for thirty minutes, and it's clear that they're not going to show up." jinwoo was standing in front of you now, hands lovingly framing at your face before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead, "perhaps they wanted to enjoy a trip away from campus or something, using their connections to get some free time?"

you end up smiling upon hearing his explanation. after all, it made perfect sense to you, and it was something you could see hae-in pulling off with ease. giving jinwoo a nod, you loop your arms together with his, "lead the way, jinwoo. i'm starving and could use something delicious and hearty to eat."

basking in his rich chuckles, jinwoo places another kiss against your hair while grinning down at you, "and i think i know the perfect place."

{ ... }

three months had passed, and you failed to even realize that they were missing-

that hae-in, soohyun, alicia, and dongsoo had not been seen ever since the night of the party.

investigators had flooded the university with questions of when they had last seen the group, yet the copious amounts of alcohol they had consumed during such an event made their memories hazy as to what had happened that night.

with zero leads and the case steadily turning cold, the authorities were pulling at the seams for any clues with each prestigious family breathing down their necks to find their beloved children-

yet you remained blissfully unaware of their respective absences, basking in your newly found life of peace while remaining by jinwoo's side, trapped in a rose-colored lens as you failed to see the lingering darkness that trails behind jinwoo with each step that he takes.

{ ... }

despite only dating for a few months, when jinwoo asked you to move in with him, you said yes to such an offer with zero hesitation. the only thought that ran through your mind was how much you wanted to be with jinwoo, filling your days with daydreams of how jinwoo would spoil you as you woke up next to him.

with the boxes of your belongings unpacked, you trail your gaze towards your boyfriend's own boxes. none of them had yet to be unpacked, and jinwoo had even strictly told you to let him deal with it-

to never open any of those boxes as he would take care of unpacking his own belongings.

yet you, so stupidly in love with him, wanted to be a good girlfriend and help out your lover in some way. ignoring his own words, you unpack one of jinwoo's boxes at random, slicing open the tape with your scissors only to suddenly freeze in response.

settled within the box were some clothes stained a deep red, the faint scent of iron wafting off of the fabric causes the bile to travel up your throat. your hands were shaking, picking up what appeared to be a slender dress in what was once a champagne gold in hue. your mind immediately goes back to the horrific night of that party all those months ago-

with your mind painting a vivid image of hae-in wearing this exact dress.

what felt like ice courses through your veins, turning your body cold as you shivered in response to the sudden revelation. you didn't need to further explore the contents of the box to know that soohyun, alicia, and dongsoo's bloodstained clothes were tossed haphazardly into the box as well.

there was a sudden shift in the air as you felt the sensation of jinwoo's hands releasing your tight grip on hae-in's ruined dress. "i thought i told you to leave the unpacking to me?" jinwoo's voice was heard softly cooing in your ear, his tone void of any malice as they dripped with adoration for you.

"but i suppose i can't hide it from you any longer." he sighs, taking your limp form into his lap while burying his face within your shoulder. "you know i had to do something to all those people that hurt you, right? you know how much i had fallen for you when i saw you at first sight?"

your body trembles in response to his confession, making you dimly aware of his words when he lets out a sigh, "i didn't think anything would happen the moment i transferred here, yet... the sight of you was enough to bring me to my knees. i had seen you trailing behind those rotten women with your head bowed low, had seen how they saw you as something meant to be forgotten."

his reverent touch was felt against your hair now, with his lips trailing down your temples before pressing a lingering kiss on your skin, "i knew then that i had to claim you as my own, to somehow protect you from their selfishness."

jinwoo's breathing becomes ragged now when you felt him gripping at your chin, "when you came to me that night, running straight into my arms with tears running down your face, i had seen what they had done to you. i had every intention of killing each and every one of them a painful death from how they had wronged you-

but the sight of your crying face stopped me... and i chose to comfort you instead; keeping you in my arms while allowing them to disappear by other means."

there was a crazed expression seen glimmering within jinwoo's eyes, with those irises flashing violet as his hands continue to frame at your face, "so i got rid of them with the intention of staging their deaths as mere suicide, just to protect your happiness- just to protect your peace. you understand where i'm coming from, right? that i did it all for love- that i did this all for us."

your lips remain parted when jinwoo finishes his confession. you knew that this man wasn't normal, that he was a monster you had foolishly fallen for. you knew that he was capable of destroying you, or taking your life away with a simple snap of his fingers-

yet there was a single thought that runs through your mind, repeating itself over and over again in a neverending mantra-

for how could you ever reject a monster who loves you so deeply?

knowing what you were getting yourself into, you lean closer to jinwoo to capture his lips in a searing kiss-

sealing your fate with jinwoo as you willingly tied your life together with his.

end notes: lmao this totally wasn't inspired by the indie horror film piggy either lmaooo what do you mean??

and happy birthday jinwoo 🙂‍↕️ i hope you enjoyed this unhinged story dedicated to you.

ps - if this ends up sucking really bad, i apologize and won’t write stories like this ever again 😭

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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kill the silence

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / argument with reader's mother / mother's asshole boyfriend mentioned / mentiones of alcohol / I think that's it, let me know

Words: 2,8k

Author's note: don't you just love when writers self project themselves in their works? Because that's exactly what I did lol. Hope you like getting to know more of Ella's story💕

frat boy Noah masterlist

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“Can we talk about it?”

“Ella please, act like an adult.”

You rolled your eyes after reading your mom’s messages. Yesterday she called you on facetime to show you the big diamond on her finger, throwing the news of being engaged at you.

Your parents divorced when you were 4 and it has been a wild ride since then.

You stayed living with your mum, seeing your dad only a few times a month. You’d think that something like this would make your and your mom's relationship stronger, but it was the opposite.

She started dating different guys, but no one was serious enough for her to bring him home for good. She introduced you to some of them, but you never liked any of the men that walked through the door of your home. And you didn’t hide your dislike.

You never crossed a line with doing something rebellious, but you always made sure that they knew you’re not a fan of them with the way you talked to them or about them behind their backs.

Your mom always put up with it, but it brought lots of fights between you two. She never blamed you for her failed relationships, because they weren’t meant to last. Until she met him, Richard.

Richard was a few years older than her, with no kids and with a nice house. Moving to his place wasn’t a question, she just told you to pack your stuff. “You’re my child, you’re gonna follow me wherever I go. I don’t care that you don’t want to.” will probably replay in your head until the day you die.

Sadly for you you were still underage and with no other place to go, so you moved to his place and that’s where the hell started.

Heated arguments with your mom every day, silent treatments from both of you and cold shoulder for Richard. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance, you dismissed him at the very beginning.

You hated the house and you cried yourself to sleep every other night.

He turned out to be a narcissistic and arrogant guy which you couldn’t stand. You were counting the days until it was time for you to move away for college. The best thing that ever happened to you.

Seeing your mom and Richard less was a good thing for keeping the family relationships at least somehow working. After a few months of not seeing them you finally found the courage to come back for a weekend and somehow you three acted like the hell before you left never happened.

You got along with Richard for a few hours and then left their place again. It wasn’t home for you, it was just their place. And since then you visit them occasionally.

You got used to their relationship and swallowed all your opinions for your mother’s sake and happiness.

That was until yesterday though.

You didn’t know what reaction from you she expected, but it probably wasn’t “Are you fucking serious?” and hanging up on her. Since then you didn’t pick up any of her calls nor replied to any of her messages.

“Ella please, just a few minutes so we can talk about it.”

You read the next message and rolled your eyes again. You finished the drink in your hand before standing up and going outside.

Little did you know Noah was watching you look at your phone every other minute, rolling your eyes and making sad faces. He could tell something was wrong so he wasn’t surprised to see you storm out of the crowded living room.

He wanted to give you a few minutes and see if you come back, if not, he knows where to find you.

In the beginning of your friendship with benefits you two sometimes sneaked away from your friends and met in the backyard in a small place that was separated from the rest of the big garden by bushes. There was an old swing, too small for both of you, but it provided you lots of fun. Also the almost broken fence where Noah pinned you many times just to steal kisses from you was there. It became “your place” any time you two couldn’t find each other and texted the other “our place?” and time, you both were there.

Your place was exactly where you ran off. The drink you just finished gave you enough courage to face your mom’s voice over the phone and tell her your opinion.

She picked up almost immediately and started talking, but you cut her off.

“Finally darling, ca-”

“No mom, you let me talk now.” you started, taking a deep breath before letting it all out. “I’ve been silent for the past few years, but I can’t let you marry him without telling you my honest opinion.”

You kicked a few rocks that were laying around and walked back and forth, a habit of yours when you were too nervous.

“I don’t think he’s good for you. I don’t think he’s enough for you. You were always a strong independent woman who knew her worth, I never thought I'd see you running around a man like you do now. You always laughed at women who served food under their man’s nose or had to pack a bag for them. But now that’s you mom.” you stopped talking, expecting some protest from her, but there was just silence at the other side of the line.

“You do everything he says, you’re like his maid mom. That hurts me to see. You should find a man who’s gonna carry you in his arms and worship the ground you walk on, not someone who tells you he won’t eat the food you made because it tastes weird, but also refuses to cook his own meal. He’s a child mom.” you threw your hands up and down in a frustrating gesture.

She finally spoke and you could hear the hurt in her voice. “That’s not true Ella.”

“You know it is, you just don’t want it to be.”

“Listen, I know you don’t agree with my relationship, but you need to respect it. I’m finally happy.”

“I don’t think you really are.” you whispered back and couldn’t stop the tears running down your cheeks. Of course you want your mum to be happy, but if this is how happiness looks like, you hope you’ll never find it.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion. I just wanted to tell you that we will be sending invites next week and I’d really appreciate it if you’d come to the wedding.” there was a short break before she added “Please.”

She rarely used “please”, “thank you” or “I’m sorry” with you, so you knew how hard it must’ve been for her to say those words out loud.

“I have to think about it.” you told her the truth. You didn’t want to make any promises in case you’d decide to not attend in the end.

“You’re hurting me Ella.” there she was, back at attacking you for your feelings.

“Bye mom.” and before she could say anything else you pressed the red button and silenced her voice that could only say more hurtful things.

Your eyes stayed on the ground, colors of the grass and dirt mixing together as your tears formed in your eyes, one blink of your eyelids sending them down your cheeks.

You were hurting too. You were hurt, sad and angry. The anger took over your body and before you could think of what you were doing, you threw your phone away and only heard a loud bang when it landed somewhere in the dark in front of you.

When Noah thought you were gone for too long he decided to go after you. He found you with your back facing him, your hands by your sides, but you weren’t talking or moving, you were just standing there.

“Did something possess you?” he joked. He expected a silly comment back or you saying “shut up”, but you stayed silent.

The tears kept running down your cheeks, because you suddenly felt so small. You felt betrayed by your mother and you felt like you were standing in your childhood room listening to her “I don’t care what you want” speech all over again. You just wanted to cry.

You heard Noah's question, but what possessed you was just a pure sadness that was making it impossible for you to move or speak.

Noah made a few steps to be closer to you and reached for your hand, but before he could do that you finally spoke up.

“Can I have your phone?” even with your back still facing now very confused Noah, he could hear the tremble in your voice.

“What?”

“Your phone.” you turned around to face him. When you did, his confused face turned into something softer. He saw your wet cheeks and the small shakes of your chin. “I threw mine somewhere in the bushes and I need to find it.” you said it like it was the most obvious thing and waited for Noah to give you his phone.

He didn’t ask any questions and just handed you his phone, turning the flashlight on for you.

You turned around and went in the direction of where you thought your phone could be. Noah just stood there in silence, his eyes following your every move.

Well, now you really looked like something possessed you. Your hands were snapping the twigs that came your way, some of them got stuck in your hair while you tried to find your phone.

With no luck finding it, you got out of the bush and dived straight into another one.

“For fucks sake.” Noah couldn’t keep watching this shit show in front of him and yanked you out of the bush, took his phone from your trembling hand and started looking for your phone himself.

You cleaned yourself from the mess and leaves that were stuck to your clothes and hair. The need to escape this loud place made your body shake. You were thinking about telling Noah to stop and come for the phone tomorrow or even buy a new phone with a new number so your mum couldn’t call you again.

“Here.” Noah’s voice took you out of the trance you were in, looking at you with a proud smirk and leaves in his hair, but he had your black phone in his hand. And it looked like you didn’t break it when you threw it away.

“Thank you.” you took it out of his hand and put it in your pocket.

Noah, scared of what you’re going to do next, stood in silence and waited for your next move. But you just kept looking around, avoiding his face. You for sure didn’t make it easy for him.

“Do you want a hug?” he asked you, unsure look on his face.

“What?”

“Isn’t that what people want when they're sad?” just as he finished his question your hands were wrapped around his torso.

You didn’t want him to see you cry again, so you just hid your face in his sweatshirt. You tried to hold your sobs and cries in, but you felt like you’re going to explode, so you let everything out.

Noah didn’t know what else to do than just rub your back and gently sway you from side to side.

After a few minutes your breath calmed down and you stepped out of Noah’s arms, cringing at the wet spot on his grey sweatshirt.

“Sorry for that.” you whispered and pointed to the place that was covered in your tears.

Noah just looked down and laughed. “It’s okay. Come on, let's take you home.”

He took your hand in his, but you realized how crazy you must look after this meltdown, so you stopped in your tracks, making Noah stop too.

“I can’t go there. I look crazy.” you panicked.

“Yeah you do, but everyone is drunk at this point, they won’t notice.”

“No, Molly and Clara will and I don’t want to explain it to them.”

Noah just sighed and looked around, rubbing his jaw with his palm and thinking of ways to leave the fraternity without anyone seeing you.

“We can jump the fence.” he proposed.

“Are you out of your mind?” you looked at the tall metallic fence around you.

“It’s either that or the main door.”

“It’s impossible for me to jump over it Noah.”

“I’m gonna help you.”

You looked at the fence, then at Noah and then back at the fence.

He’s tall and strong and falling on your ass in front of him was better than doing the walk of shame.

“Okay.”

He led you in the direction of the fence. “Okay, so, you’re gonna put your feet in my hands and I’m gonna push you up. Then you have to carefully move over the top and jump down, okay?”

“How are you gonna do it?” you asked him, because there's no way you're going to help him from the other side.

“Haven’t thought of that yet.”

“God, don’t laugh at me if I fall.” you made him promise before he leaned forward and intertwined his hands low enough for you to step into them.

“Grab my shoulders. I’m gonna count to three and then push you up okay?”

“Okay.” when he started counting you were sure that neither of you knew what you were doing.

You felt yourself being lifted from the ground, reaching for the top of the fence and swung your leg over it, then the other one.

“Jump!” Noah yelled at you, because he was scared you’re going to fall back at him.

You closed your eyes and jumped, landing perfectly on your feet.

“I did it!” you turned around to see Noah through the metallic barricade between you, laughing at the situation.

It was Noah’s turn to jump over the fence and after a few failed attempts you had to hold in a laugh and said “You know you can walk through the inside and meet me in the parking lot?”

Before Noah gave you an answer, he was happy to hear you wanted to leave with him. He was scared you’re going to push him away and won’t let him comfort you like you did to him many times.

“Can’t let you have all the fun.” he snorted, laughing at himself after another failed attempt.

After he finally managed to climb to the top of the fence, one of his legs betrayed him and he fell down on his ass in front of you.

You gasped, not knowing if he was okay, but then you started laughing. He looked up at you, shame all over his face, but he couldn’t help laughing too.

“You know, I did that just to make you laugh. It was intentional.” he shrugged his shoulders after he stood up and used his hands to get rid of the dirt from his clothes.

“Smooth Sebastian, real smooth.” you laughed, but appreciated his attempts to lift your mood.

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Noah paid for the cab to his place even though you insisted that after everything he’d done for you it was your turn to pay.

He sent you in the direction of his bathroom after he found a few leaves in your hair in the elevator and ordered some food while you washed the dirt of that night of your body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Noah asked after he swallowed his food, looking at you at the other side of his sofa.

“Not really. Long story short, my mum is engaged to her ass boyfriend, we had a fight over the phone and I’m probably gonna have to buy a new dress for their wedding.”

“I’m sorry.” he didn’t know what else to say. Your mood was better now, no more tears and throwing things around, so he thought he did a good job.

He wasn’t good at those things, taking care of people, so he was proud of himself for returning the care you gave him many times before.

“Don’t be, shit happens. I just need time to process it.” you put away the take out box. “And maybe some cuddles would be nice.” you made your puppy eyes at him.

“Ugh, women.” he acted annoyed, but you didn’t miss the smile on his face when he lifted the blanket on his lap so you could lay down on his chest.

He put on his favorite show and you two watched in silence.

You were happy he found you in the garden. You loved your friends, but they wouldn’t give you the comfort you needed.

You realized that you want comfort from Noah just as much as you want to comfort him when he’s feeling unwell.

His fingers played with your hair and his eyes were focused on the TV. You laid on his chest, playing with the fabric of his t-shirt and thought about the upcoming wedding.

As if Noah could read your mind he suddenly said “You know, I could be your plus one at the wedding if you decide to go.” his gaze stayed on the TV.

“Shut up, you mean it?” because if you’re going to go, in a place so uncomfortable and full of people you haven’t seen in years, you’d appreciate someone by your side.

Do you want part two?

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Hellooo! Hope you're doing great.

Can I request a Dad!Darry drabble?? Just something fluffy, with his brothers passing the baby back and forth or something

Three Greasers and a Baby ‧₊˚💣⊹

Dad!Darry x Mom!Reader

author’s note ᯓᡣ𐭩 this is such a cute idea! ty for this request bc I enjoyed writing it and hope u enjoy reading it!!!

warnings ᯓᡣ𐭩 mention of child birth, use of y/n (I hate doing it but it had to be done)

Darry Curtis had never been more exhausted in his life, but he also had never felt more at peace. His calloused hands, hands that had spent years working to keep his family afloat, now cradled the smallest, most delicate thing he’d ever held—his baby girl. She was barely a few hours old, wrapped snugly in a pink hospital blanket, her tiny fingers curled into fists as she slept soundly against his chest.

His wife—his rock—was asleep in the hospital bed beside him, worn out from labor. He glanced over at you, love and admiration swelling in his chest. You had given him everything he’d ever wanted but never thought he deserved—a home, a family, a future that was more than just working himself to the bone.

The peaceful silence, however, was shattered when the door burst open.

"Where is she? Where's my niece?" Sodapop’s voice rang through the hospital room like a firecracker. Ponyboy trailed in behind him, not nearly as loud but just as eager, eyes wide with excitement.

Darry shot them both a look, his expression as sharp as the one he used when telling them to quit horsing around at home. "Will you two knuckleheads keep it down? She just fell asleep." He gestured toward both his sleeping baby and his sleeping wife.

Sodapop winced, then grinned. "Sorry, sorry. But Darry, I want to hold her! Can I hold her?"

Darry sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. He carefully shifted in his chair, holding out the baby for Soda to take. "Alright, but be careful."

Soda took her as if she was the most precious thing in the world—which, to be fair, she was. His usual hyper energy melted into something softer, something filled with pure adoration. He rocked her gently, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "Oh man, she's tiny. And you know what? I'm officially the fun uncle. Gonna spoil her rotten. Whatever she wants, she gets. Ice cream for breakfast? Done. Pony's books instead of bedtime stories? No way, kid, we're telling adventure stories."

Darry rolled his eyes. "She’s not even a day old, Soda. Give it a minute before you start corrupting her."

Ponyboy chuckled, stepping forward hesitantly. "Can I—can I hold her?"

Soda, surprisingly gentle, passed her off carefully, and Pony took her with both hands, cradling her like she was made of glass. His usual thoughtful expression deepened as he stared down at her, studying every tiny feature. "She’s so small," he murmured.

Darry smirked. "Babies usually are, kid."

Pony gave him a look but didn’t say anything, his focus still on his niece. He moved cautiously, like any wrong move might hurt her, but his face showed something else—pure wonder.

Soda leaned in, grinning. "Hey, she kinda looks like Darry, don’t she? Poor kid, already stuck with his ugly mug."

Darry swatted at him playfully. "Watch it."

Pony snorted but didn’t argue. "Nah, she’s got Y/N’s nose, though," he noted, his voice quieter, almost reverent.

For a long moment, all three of them just stood there, completely taken by the tiny girl in Ponyboy’s arms. Three tough greasers, always getting into trouble, always fighting to get by—but reduced to total mush over a baby girl. It was almost comical, really.

Soda was already planning adventures, Pony was memorizing every detail like he was about to write a poem about her, and Darry—well, Darry just felt full. Full of love, full of pride, full of something so strong it almost knocked him over.

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Fluffy Headcanons ❤️ | Sam Wilson

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Note: Okay I might be in a small percentage but I actually enjoyed CA:BNW! I love Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie and I love him as Captain America. Although I wasn't too on board with Marvel the last couple years, I'm pretty excited for this next phase and can't wait to see Sam lead the Avengers for Doomsday 🥹 Sam Wilson you are my Captain America !!!

Being in a relationship with Sam Wilson/Captain America would look like:

Sam is a very attentive partner. He makes sure your needs are met and that you never have to question his feelings toward you. Whether that be communicating it in words, or showing you through actions, you feel Sam's love every second of every day. 

It's not always easy being the partner of Captain America and you knew that going into the relationship. Sometimes you have to sacrifice a date or redirect a planned occasion for an anniversary because the fate of the world is at stake. But Sam always makes it up to you, and who are you to turn down an all-paid trip by the government as a thank you to your superhero love. "Baby, I know I missed your birthday because of aliens invading, but how do you feel about spending the next two weeks in Bora Bora?" "You won't be on call will you?" "No, the others will handle any shit that goes down while we're gone." "I'll go pack."

During football season you can bet your house is the place to be when the Saints are playing. Sam will get the barbeque going and you'll be in charge of the side. Bucky will supply the alcohol, because even though he's a Giants fan he still is y'all's best friend and he never misses a Wilson Family Party.  You can also expect the Saints to give you two season tickets to their home games and field access. Sam is like a little kid the first time you guys are invited--you even have a video on your phone of him and his nephews 'scoring' a touchdown. 

We know Sam is a big fan of Marvin Gaye and Sunday nights are spent cuddling on the couch to watch a movie before eventually Sam puts on a record and brings you to the middle of the living room floor to dance. You'll be giggling into his chest as he spins you in the air, dipping back to kiss your lips, and being in your own little world. "Did I tell you Steve loved this album after I recommended it to him? I knew he'd like it. Bucky didn't--can you believe that shit?" 

You sometimes have to force Sam to go to bed because he tends to work late at nights. Tracing one last lead, responding to one more email. It worries you when he pushes himself to the limits and therefor you have to smack some sense into him every once in a while. "Baby, you won't be able to save America if you drain yourself like this. You need to rest--I promise you that can wait till the morning." 

Joaquin Torres is basically your adopted child. He is constantly over at your house, eating your food, watching a sports game with Sam or staying over because the two were working on a mission and lost track of time. You adore the kid (he's literally in his late 20s), and love that Sam has someone out there looking out for him. With Bucky off with the Thunderbolts, Steve retired, and the Avengers still yet to come together, Sam needs a wingman--and Joaquin is someone he'd risk his life for. 

You are close with Isiah Bradley and send him holiday cards every year as well as on his birthday. Whenever you and Sam are on the East Coast you make time to visit Isiah and his grandson in Baltimore. When the Ravens and Saints play against each other there's gonna be some playful rivalry between y'all. And when the Ravens win, Sam receives a "Better luck next time," text with a raven gif (which you taught Isiah how to send). 

His love languages are acts of service (are we surprised) and words of affirmation. These can both be applied to giving and receiving, because yes Sam knows how to give a great pep talk to those who need it, but also he needs some affirmation as well. Whenever he's feeling down or starts doubting himself, you're right there to remind him that he is what the world needs. He is Captain America.

Let's face it, you and Sam are the life of the party when there's an event. If there's a dancefloor and a DJ, you two are running there the second your favorite songs start playing and it's causing the rest of the guests to form a circle around you two. You're hyping each other up, dancing like maniacs, and don't give a damn about what others think. But you will see a "Captain America throws it down on dancefloor with partner," headline on the news the next day and you guys are trending on all social media platforms. 

Sam never keeps secrets from you about his job. He knows better than try to hide things from you especially if his life is in danger or you are a potential target. After the Accords fiasco, where you literally ripped him a new one for getting sent to the Raft, he would rather face Thanos again with all six infinity stones than face you at your wrath. "If you ever pull that shit again, Sam Wilson, it's not the government you'll need to worry about coming after you ass."  Yeah, he's taking that risk. 

Every weekend you guys take the boat out and will have a picnic while you see if you catch anything. Sometimes the boys will join you, other times it's just the two of you. You'll bring a speaker to play music and enjoy the peacefulness of the open water---a rare feat as Sam's life now that he's Captain America is always constant action. It pains him to leave you for long periods of time, but coming back and having moments as simple as catching fish in his family's boat, that's what he looks forward to the most.

[hauntedhappenings]

sometimes you try to do your homework bcs it's tech sunday tomorrow but you have unfortunately become deeply obsessed with psych but way harder than any of the other times so you're just like dying here

[mermaidslabyrinth]

First off thank you @vhagar-balerion-meraxes and @dr-aegon for tagging me. This one made me think and i enjoyed filling it out. 🌈

What's the origin of your blog title? I’ve always thought mermaids were such fun fantasy beings. And really fun to believe in. Plus they’re my sister’s favorite (I’m a fairy girl…idk why I didn’t pick fairy but it’s who I am now). Labyrinth is a roll over from my old blog name (lost-in-lokis-labyrinth) but was just too much so I just took labyrinth. Plus, I really like Ariadne from the myth.

OTP(s) + shipname: Serena/Darien (I don’t think they have a ship name. Sailor Moon; old school dub [Forever sad my tapes got ruined 😭]), Kylux (Kylo Ren & Hux [Star Wars]), Harringrove (Billy Hargrove & Steve Harringston [Stranger Things]), Daemond (Aemond & Daemon [House of the Dragon])

I like how the three people above me are like: Aegond 🥰. And I'm over here like: ...Daemond 😃.

Favourite colour: Lavender

Song stuck in your head: Boss Bitch -Doja Cat (I had to look up the title and who sang it). I may have been watching a video about Daemon I have on my phone with this song.

Weirdest habit/trait: I am very particular where things go in the fridge and freezer. Like only liquids on the top shelf in the fridge. Nice, neat, organized. My mom asked the other day about it when she caught me moving a container to the second shelf. I said “yes, it drives me nuts.” Also my room, I’ll know if something is out of place. Even if it looks like it was haphazardly put there.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, rewatching shows from my younger years, making memes of my HotD OMC for my Pinterest boards, got back into drawing

If you work, what's your profession? I take care of my mother. And help out with my nephews.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Be paid to travel or do nothing.

Something you're good at: Organizing. Cleaning. Set me loose in a home and will make every thing tidy and clean (except the bathtub…idk why but no).

Something you collect: Pins. Mostly Disney, Sailor Moon, cryptid, pride. Monster High Dolls (og) but only if I find them out shopping at thrift stores.

Something you forget: Simple tasks. If I don’t write it down I can get side tracked…

What's your love language? I just like to help or get something for someone.

Favourite movie/show: Ever After, I can watch that at any point in the movie. // Roseanne (88-97 series), season 9 sucked but there were a handful of good episodes in it.

Favourite food: Falafels and naan. With baklava for dessert.

Favourite animal: Elephant. They are the first thing I want to see at the zoo. I know it’s frowned upon now but I am so happy I got to ride one as a child.

What were you like as a child? Odd. Very imaginative. I could easily play by myself. Ornery (my grama called me that a lot, others just called me a brat). I was a spirited child and didn’t back down easily.

Favourite subject at school: English

Least favourite subject: Science tied with math (terrible teachers). Honorable mention: PE

What's your best character trait? I’m willing to listen. I may not give good or any advice, but I will listen to what you have to say.

What's your worst character trait? I can be quite stubborn. In my family we call it the ‘[Grampa’s last name] Gene’. Bc it seemed like everyone related to that side is beyond stubborn.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? That I could travel to places I would love to see.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? I think it would have been fun to meet my mom when she was in her twenties to early thirties. Like just before she had me. She was such a lively, fun person. The stories I’ve heard, I’d like to see them first hand.

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS

@lonnson thank you so much for the tag!🫶

What's the origin of your blog title? It's an oxymoron-ish rendition of one of my childhood nicknames (Snow White).

OTP(s) + shipname: Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, NBC Hannibal); Mary and Matthew Crawley, Downton Abbey (no ship name afaik); Farawyn (Faramir and Eowyn, The Lord of the Rings); Tomgreg (Tom Wambsgans and Greg Hirsch, Succession); Aegond (Aegon II and Aemond Targaryen, Fire&Blood/House of the Dragon)

Favourite colour: green

Song stuck in your head: The Line by Twenty One Pilots

Weirdest habit/trait: refusing to do certain things just on principle, without any kind of rational explanation (it doesn't happen often but some of those principles are very silly)

Hobbies: travelling, reading, writing poems, listening to music, watching movies/TV shows, making collages that I pretty much never post

If you work, what's your profession? I head a division of the Fares and Services department in a public transportation company.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Project management (it's pretty close to my current job, so I'm fine in that regard).

Something you're good at: planning events and mediating conflicts

Something you hate: having to defer to stupid people's judgment

Something you collect: chopsticks

Something you forget: buying salt🤣 For some reason I'm always caught off guard when I run out of it and then go without for a solid week because my brain just can't process the fact that the salt is gone.

What's your love language? Problem solving.

Favourite movie/show: The Lord of the Rings, Love Actually, Inception (movies); Hannibal, Succession (shows)

Favourite food: OMG, I don't even know! I'm such a foodie that I can't really choose.

Favourite animal: cats

What were you like as a child? Very Hermione Granger-like.

Favourite subject at school: English and history

Least favourite subject: PE (mainly because the teacher was an effing tyrant)

What's your best character trait? I'm responsible and dependable.

What's you're worst character trait? I procrastinate way more than I should.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I'd like to be more certain about the future (big freakin' detail, right).

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? My maternal grandfather who died before I was born. He was a remarkable man; plus I've been told time and time again that I resemble him a lot, often in really uncanny ways.

No pressure tags: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @very-straight-blog @autumnrose11 @heretherebebookdragons

[cookinguptales]

lmao be nice to me, I never saw sailor moon because we didn't have any of the channels that had it when I was a kid. we lived in the middle of nowhere in southern ohio, okay. I didn't get the good channels until we moved when I was a preteen.

[vincentsleftear]

SOS. Been around my family for an entire weekend. Things are getting dire.

[novelconcepts]

hi novel! do you have any meta / thoughts on taissa’s relationships with simone and sammy? I really want them to go into that more, similar to the shauna-jeff-callie storyline in s2

Simone and Sammy are what should have been. The life Taissa would have led if they’d never crashed. Even if it wasn’t Simone, even if it was Van, the idea of the perfect happy family is what matters. I think it matters that she’s the only one we see have a warm moment with her parents before the crash; that would shape her whole outlook. Grow up, go to good schools, get a great job, marry a beautiful woman, build a life that makes sense. And we know from Tai telling Shauna about her dream life: this is exactly the path she takes. Shauna’s dreams change utterly as soon as they crash; Tai, the bastion of repression, doesn’t change hers at all. She comes home, and she’s different, she’s traumatized, she has lost and hurt and has all these horrible dark secrets—but she believes if she just works hard enough, she can overwrite the shadows with the light of a life she’s wanted all along.

The problem with this as it applies to Simone and Sammy is they’re not plans, they’re not dreams, they’re people—and to have the meaningful, wonderful relationships that make that Perfect Life, she needs to be able to communicate with them as such. And she doesn’t. She doesn’t let herself. She won’t explain anything of what she went through to her wife; even when push comes to panicked shove, she just demands Simone leave her alone. She doesn’t even feel that “it” factor when it comes to Simone, because she can’t let herself. She’s forever tied intensity of feeling to a loss of control, a loss of who she was “meant to be” before the accident.

Her family, her job, all of it is emblematic of Before Tai. The Tai who didn’t have a sleepwalking problem, who never watched her girlfriend get nearly mauled to death, who never ate her friends to stay alive, who never gave into the hunt. It can’t ever be healthy, for her or for Simone and Sammy, until she accepts that Before Tai is gone. She’s been stitched together with the Taissa who survived the wilderness. And accepting that runs contrary to the perfect life she’s tried so hard to create. She can fall back into old habits with her old friends and old love, but the new version of her? That Taissa isn’t allowed those behavior patterns.

It’s really interesting looking at her family vs Shauna’s, because 1) they’re the only two of the core six to build a traditional family post-rescue, and 2) Shauna tries to play the same game—except the “dream life” she’s living isn’t Shauna’s at all. It’s Jackie’s. Or what she feels she stole from Jackie. And because of that, because Jeff and Callie were never Shauna’s dream, I think it makes it a little easier to let them into the darkness. Tai won’t let herself do that, because it’d be admitting a kind of defeat, and that really isn’t Tai’s style.

[fideidefenswhore]

things that make you go hmmm.

[rottenlittlefink]

Ngl it’s pretty uncanny how much of myself I see in Orel 😭 as an auDHD black girl back when it was still airing/showing reruns, hearing “I hate you Jesus, you rotten little fink” in ‘Innocence’ was honestly a canon event for me and my firsthand experience with being Directly Confronted with religious trauma induced moral ocd lmfao I silently cried for like a Week in my room cus I thought god was gonna kill me for coming across it lmfao

Another episode I caught as a kid was a rerun of “Offensiveness” and the part about eggs coming from “naughty lady places” rly stood out to me cus I was like okay… Im being seen… Go on… Cus u know how when u grow up in a Protestant Christian small town, then everyone thinks animals are inappropriate for like… having udders. And it was the first time i felt like I was given permission to question anything. Side note Miss Censordoll is literally why to this Day I cannot stand seeing anyone drinking raw eggs 😭

[designernishiki]

I wanna flesh out a yakuza oc but every time I think about it I end up thinking about an oc of mine who already Exists who’s not a yakuza oc. but is, in fact, an oc who is a yakuza. and that fact is genuinely completely unrelated