#Yes I made Bruno Touch-Starved

[espeon-fireheart]

~•Lugar Seguro•~

Bruno Madrigal x GN!Reader

(This is kinda a continuation of 'Siempre Conmigo' because I feel a reunion between [Y/n] and Bruno is in order.)

"Oh no no no no no no No! I'm not going out there! Who knows what could happen!" Bruno exclaims, protesting against the idea of leaving his safe hiding place like Mirabel suggested.

"Bruno, you need to come out, you can't stay like this forever." She said, talking to her uncle with a bucket over his head.

Taking the bucket off, he looked at his niece dead in the eye. "Watch me." He challenged before putting the bucket back on.

Mirabel had picked up quickly that Bruno was.... troubled. Living on his own in the walls of the house, with no other company than rats wasn't exactly the image she had in her head of him.

"Please Bruno, I need you to come out!" Mirabel sighed and knocked on the bucket gently.

"You know, [Y/n] still thinks about you, right?" She said, sitting by him. The mere mention of their name was enough to make him peak out from under his bucket and to his niece. His brown eyes showing disbelief and curiosity.

Did they really miss him? Him of all people? It seemed almost too good to be true so Bruno shook his head.

"No, that's impossible. They hate me for leaving." He said gently, almost reminding himself. Hanging his head in shame at the thought, the bucket was discarded. However Mirabel refused for him to fall into this pit of sorrow.

"Yes, it's true. They told me themself! How they still think of you even though you disappeared." She recounted with a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure they'd want to see you again Bruno, they miss you."

The thought of seeing [Y/n] again was so conflicting, there were so many possibilities to how they could react and he was to scared to find out which it would be.

"But what if they can't stand the sight of me any more. I can't handle that kind of rejection, not again, not from them." He dug his heels in again, bringing his knees to his chest and facing away, his black curly hair forming a veil to hide from the world while he tugged at the loose strings of his sage green poncho.

"Bruno, I promise you, it will be fine. You just need to stand in front of them and show them your here." She coaches, causing him to turn his head to look at her. He gave a nervous laugh and tried to picture it.

"No no no! You're thinking about it too much and talking yourself out of it. Sometimes you just have to not think about it." Mirabel says, jumping up onto her feet to help him up.

"C'mon, I'll be right there with you." Offering him a hand, Mirabel gave her uncle a smile. He took a moment to contemplate before taking it and getting up onto his feet. Nervously looking to Mirabel as she lead the way out.

On a mission to find [Y/n] with her uncle in tow, Mirabel set off down the stairs and looking around. Bruno on the other hand was making sure not to be seen, or at least trying to.

Finding them humming to themselves while folding clothes just outside, she smiled and made a quick beeline for them.

"[Y/n]! Heeeeey! Do you have a minute?" Mirabel exclaimed, catching their attention almost immediately. They turn and give the same smile to Mirabel as they did before, laughing softly at her strange little antics.

"Of course Mariposa. What would you like to talk about this time?" They ask calmly, placing the clothes down neatly to give her their full attention.

"Yeah, uhhhh, I actually have something for you. I-it’s kinda a surprise…” She says, leading them inside. They chuckle and raise a brow slightly, following her willingly.

"Now, you need to promise you won't... freak out or... tell Abuela..." She advised, nervously fiddling with her fingers.

"Why would I do such a thing to you Mariposa?" They respond, growing more concerned and confused with Mirabel's body language. What was she wanting to show them?

Instead of answering, Mirabel simply kept leading them away from their task and into the bushed of overgrowth that surrounded the house. That is when uncertainty kicked in, Mirabel never missed an opportunity to explain herself, so what was so important that she was so quiet.

After a few moments of silent walking, Mirabel lead [Y/n] into a little clearing. Their eyes looked around to analyse their surroundings, growing more confused with why they were brought here, they look to Mirabel.

"Mirabel, why did you bring me here?" They asked, seeing Mirabel almost bust at the seams from staying quiet for so long.

"I came here to show you something." She exhales and turns to face a few bushes that seem to tremble slightly. Mirabel sighs and excuses herself to walk over to the bushes.

"Bruno, you need to come out here." She whispered to the anxious Bruno. He looked to his niece and shook his head.

"Are you kidding? I can't go out there." He responds, looking past her to lay his eyes on [Y/n]. His cheeks flushed slightly and he shook more, causing Mirabel to groan with frustration.

"Now's your chance to see them again, you can't just back out now!" She said again, holding her hand to him again. His eyes looked to her hand, then back to [Y/n], he took a deep breath and nodded, mustering all the courage he could.

Mirabel smiled with relief and stood up, heading back to [Y/n] who was very confused but reciprocated the smile.

"Mirabel, what is going on?" They asked, crossing their arms and looking to the bushes, trying to see what was there.

"W-well...I can't explain. But I can show you." She says, taking a few steps back so that something could emerge from the bushes. Something that would shock them to their core.

Their eyes widened as a familiar figure looked back at them. His dark curls messed up with twigs and leaves from the bushes and his eyes carried a familiar expression of guilt. [Y/n] was taken aback by the sight of him, the flurry of emotions taking over their mind.

"H-hola Mi sueño." He stammers, bringing his hands to his chest to toy with them nervously. Watching their eyes as they stared at him. Taking a few steps towards him made him panic even more on the inside, he wanted to shuffle away but couldn't find the strength to do so. Seeing those eyes staring into his was enough to make him weak.

"B-bruno?..." They asked softly, raising their hand to gently cup his cheek. He flinched for a moment before leaning into their palm, seeking comfort for the first time in years.

Sharing a moment with a tender smile, [Y/n] leaned in slightly, pressing the tip of their nose to his as a caring gesture.

"You're home, adorable idiota." They laugh softly, noticing tears form in his eyes. They coo softly and raise the other hand to wipe away his tears.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I messed up everything." He sobbed, causing [y/n]'s heart to break. They pulled him into a hug and hummed softly, feeling their own tears fall down their cheeks, onto his poncho.

"You did nothing wrong Mi visión. Please don't blame yourself." They reassured him pulling away slightly to make him look at them.

"I've missed you so much." They smile and kiss his forehead gently.

Mirabel watched her Tio reunite with [Y/n] with a heartfelt smile, a warmth filling her chest. It was so touching, seeing how caring and gentle the moment was.

"I missed you too [Y/n]..." Bruno whimpered looking into their eyes, his shoulders relax and he smiles gently. He felt as though he never should've left them, he felt safe here like this. He always did but leaving was one of the truly biggest mistakes he had ever made. But now he was back and he felt just a bit more safe again.

[thequeenofthenightgentlyweeps]

The Duwang Gang Meets The Bucci Gang 🐢🐢🐢

~ I'm taking a break from writing my fic for a while to write this idea that came up in my conversation with the sweet @mrsgiovanna yesterday. Thank you so much for giving me your blessing on this, friend 🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤

~ So, Bucci Gang meets Duwang Gang, what would happen? Let's find out! 😍😍😍❤❤❤🐢🐢🐢

~ WARNING: Vomiting and alcoholism would be mentioned. Also a bit of angst. Tread carefully.

***

The members of Bucci gang won't have to look for quality Italian food anywhere else in Morioh because we have Tonio Trussardi's! Not only would their illnesses be cured, they'd also experience the best cooked Italian food in the whole world! I can easily see Bruno Bucciarati being a regular in this restaurant. He'd definitely go back there even though he doesn't have any illnesses that needed curing. He's a huge foodie, and he'll definitely love it there! Mista and Abbacchio's first experience there wouldn't feel golden, though. Just think of all the dead skin cells that would come out of Mista's skin ( insert "eww" here ), and all the toxins that Abbacchio would barf up due to years of his alcoholism ( would the Pistols shed dry skin, too? No one knows ). Fugo and Narancia would both jump on the first signs of Pearl Jam's effects, but they'll warm up once Tonio explains his Stand's abilities, and would even "dare" to try the unique Tonio Trussardi experience. They might even enjoy it.

Giorno, on the other hand, would very much prefer Tomoko's cooking. Yes, he finds Tonio's cooking as superb, but we must admit, nothing's better than a home cooked meal made by a loving mother. Passione's young Don is touch and love starved. He grew up not experiencing love from his mother and his step dad, and he would find Tomoko's tender motherly loving care as the best thing there is in Morioh. If Josuke wouldn't mind it, Giorno would definitely be a regular visitor in his house just for it. Of course, as a wealthy Don, he returns the favor and more.

Would Tomoko sense the "Joestar" in Giorno ( because Joseph )? Yiep. Just remember what happened when she first met Jotaro. And Giorno is supposed to look like Jotaro, as observed by Koichi.

You might even say that Giorno would feel a bit jealous ( only a tiny bit ) of Josuke for having such a loving family and a warm home. But, of course, he doesn't let anyone know about this.

Trish and Yukako would definitely bond over at Aya's. Aya would find a perfect model in Trish, and she'll absolutely offer her best services for the Italian pop star. The girls would also go out shopping and have coffee together, talking about, well, boys ( Koichi? And Mista, maybe? ) and how insensitive they are most of the time with their feelings and needs.

Narancia and Josuke would definitely bond over video games! ( A special thanks to @mrsgiovanna for this one, this is her lovely idea ) Tomoko would still kick Josuke for not doing his homework first, though. This is where Fugo comes in. He offers to help Josuke with his school work, and Josuke agrees. Although, Fugo would surely find it weird that he's now teaching not one, not two, but three students all at the same time.

Three, because, remember, Okuyasu is a regular at Josuke's house. Oi, Josuke, who is this foreign visitor you have? Is he your new tutor? Needless to say, we must hide all utensils within Fugo's eyesight and pray that he won't lose patience when he teaches Okuyasu.

Speaking of Okuyasu, he finds the Bucci gang really cool and fascinating. From the moment he finds out about the benefits of being a Passione member, he would immediately ask either Giorno or Bucciarati to let him on the gang.

Frankly, Josuke may also be tempted to join. However, he could never leave Tomoko behind.

Jotaro and Giorno would have lots of things to discuss. Jotaro would explain the endeavors of the Speedwagon foundation over the years, and Giorno would tell him all about Passione's philanthropic works. Imagine what Speedwagon Foundation and Passione would achieve together. They would also talk about their Joestar connections, of course.

I'm not sure whether Jotaro would open up to Giorno about the cause of DIO's death, though,...

Josuke would feel squeamish at the sight of Coco Jumbo, of course. But, the moment he finds out that it's Polnareff, a ghost trapped in the body of a Turtle with a very neat Stand, he might be tempted to check it out for himself. He then ends up using Mr. President's abilities very often just to escape Rohan's fury,...

And speaking of Polnareff, imagine what his reunion with Jotaro would be like. I think it's best for us to have some tissues ready,...

Josuke would find it so weird that Giorno is sort of his ancestor. His grandpa to be exact. But, Josuke would surely find Giorno's unique way of styling his hair as admirable and manly.

Bucciarati would lend his hand on taking care of Shizuka Joestar! Joseph is too old, and wouldn't be able to handle Shizuka's powers all by himself. Bucciarati's parental instincts would kick in and he'll definitely understand Shizuka's feelings and abilities almost immediately! Shizuka's tantrums would lessen, and oh boy, she'll be spoiled rotten. Think of having a Mafia dad. Yeah.

Bucciarati may already be planning a double birthday celebration for himself and for Joseph.

And where is Rohan in all this? Of course, he'll be in the shadows, carefully observing each member of the Bucci Gang. Would even illustrate them and their Stand abilities and include them in his manga. Would also consider reading them using Heaven's Door, but Gold Experience Requiem says no. It would take a whole lot of convincing on Koichi's part for Giorno to free Rohan from his endless loop of trying to read him in the first place. The misunderstanding would be solved, though, and Mista and Narancia would even consider being read by Rohan sensei. Abbacchio and Fugo would still refuse, however. Giorno is neutral in all this, and Bucciarati would try to avoid Rohan while still being decent about this. Trish would say no, of course.

Diavolo, meanwhile, may still be after our heroes if he's still alive in this AU. If that happens, Reimi Sugimoto would lend a hand! Literally. She would lead Diavolo there on that street, and let the hands of justice ( or hell ) do the job.

And that is another Diavolo death for all of you.

***

Honestly, I could think of many more scenarios for this one, but I'll have to cut this for now 😅😅😅😁😁😁

Thank you so much for reading! 😁😁😁❤❤❤

[roxyfoxgamer150]

Mirabel with the ability to summon different types of dragons ranging from friendly to terrifying to evil to even zombie dragons

The summons are affected by her emotions and happen at random because of that

She doesn’t get a door because the Casita couldn’t think of a room that would work properly for her and due to how random the dragons appearing no one has figured out it is her gift yet

Just imagine the sheer chaos of it all

HELL YES!!! WE NEED A DRAGON SUMMONER MIRABEL!

Imagine if she BEFRIENDED ONE THOUGH

Observer Mirabel, looking up, concerned: Hey uh- other me. Watcha got there?

Mirabel, whos infront of several dragons, ranging from size and strength, just sitting ontop of a powerful zombie dragon: A coffee. *sips coffee.*

Depending on her mood, dragons will appear without knowing.

(She also has dragon parts lmao)

If she feels happy, a happy dragon wpuld appear, being friendly to everyone.

If she's angry, then an angry dragon would appear, snapping at everyone.

If she feels mischevious to cause chaos, an (almost) evil dragon would cause small chaos like pranks

But if she's being bullied and kicked to the point she bleeds? I think everyone would know someone will be targeted by ALL dragons, but it hasn't happened yet.

One time she wanted to hang out with Isabela but couldn't because she can't hang out with "Señora Perfecta", so she summoned a beautiful touch-starved dragon without knowing

The dragon's color was white, its wings and tail were beautiful. It had blue eyes.

It went near Isabela and promptly scared her to the point she sprouted an aspen flower.

(In the distance, Mirabel somehow felt that Isabela was looking at her, only to see no Isabela at all)

The dragon was so happy it wanted to hang out with Isabela, not play, just hang out and do stuff together unlike Mirabel and Isa.

It got to the point the dragon is often expected to be beside Isabela every time she goes out, everyone thinks she's worthy lmao.

From then on, the Madrigals even had dragon companions except for Mirabel. Which made Alma further believed that she is idk, not worthy or smthn.

But they didn't realize that what their dragon companion feels, Mirabel also feels it but it confuses her.

One day she was very happy and energetic, she finally finished a project, and she drank 2 cups of coffee. She accidentally summoned multiple colored dragons that were different types.

The Madrigals had to deal with many hyperactive dragons, even their dragon companions were more active that day.

It gave Bruno a heart attack when he realized there was a freaking small dragon in the walls too, one that was the size of the rats. It had deep brown scales on it's lower half while it had green scales on it's upper half.

When the movie happened, she and some of the dragons that were with her saw multiple falling shingles instead. When she told abuela that the house was cracking, she didn't believe her and said that she was just jealous that she didn't have a gift and a dragon companion.

All of the people (except the madrigals) saw the dragons disbelief in their faces, clearly pointing at the rooftop with their claws and making cracking sounds with their wings.

When they walked away, the dragons that were with Mirabel face-clawed (face palmed), one was even patting Mirabel's back in sadness. The townfolks noticed it. Isabela's white dragon practically shook her head in disappointment towards Alma, sad that her creator was ignored for real this time.

They never noticed the fact Mirabel could understand dragons though.

The movie still happened normally, just some random dragons with Mirabel.

Forward to the end of the movie in this AU, when the house began to collapse, when Mirabel grabbed the candle, Casita made her tumble to the floor.

Julieta screamed for her daughter, only to see her eyes glow yellow and become reptile like a dragons. Her daughter had horns sprouting out of her head while she fell down.

"MAMA! PAPA!"

The tower fell on her. They all screamed for her, her parents the loudest.

All of their dragon companions disappeared, becoming flaming dust while running towards Mirabel.

Julieta found her like in the movie, but one of her eye was reptile-like.

Time skip, when everyone got their gifts, Mirabel suddenly sneezed fire infront of everyone.

"Oh, wait does this mean I was the one summoning the dragons!? Even the evil AND zombie ones!?"

The dragons appeared once she thought about them, although she now has their memories instead of feelings only.

The dragons she summoned hugged her like a human and it scared her. She was more awkward when the dragons started crying though.

Luisa and Dolores cried and hugged her once they realized the cute dragon companions they have were from Mirabel herself.

Boom, done, time to sleep. I lack sleep. I sleep 5-6 hours a day only lol

[blackypanther9]

Part 4 - They are hiding something...

WARNING!: Mentions of abuse, mentions of tried murder, mentions of starvation and dehydration, mentions of agrrissive behavior AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

“Come with us to our home.”, Julieta said all of a sudden.

“Beg your Pardon ?”, Vincent and William asked in shock.

“You won’t be able to survive here for a little bit, not on your own. You need a lot of rest first. We have enough room for you.”, she explained.

The Afton Family looked at them skeptically.

“Alright…but we have to let you know some things before that.”, Michael said.

The rest of his Family stared at him.

“Spill it.”, Mirabel said.

“No interrogations on any of us. Some topics can be…taboo or even very sensitive. If we get a room, knock before you enter, no matter what. If we ask you to not look at us, respect that. If we have to share rooms with you, don’t put Heiko in a female’s room, nor into Camilo’s. If you hear anything weird, don’t mention it. Got it ?”

“Why can’t he go into a female’s and Camilo’s room ?”, Alma asked.

Michael looked at the passed out Heiko with sadness.

“All the female’s he met…were…”, Michael hesitated, not knowing how to say it nicely.

“They were Monsters. They abused him emotionally, mentally and physically. They never were nice with him, including his own Mother. He ran away from home because of that and every time he is left in a female’s room, he attacks them in self defense. It happened so many times to him, that it is a trauma he has.”, Vincent explained, taking over for Mike.

“And Clara didn’t help at all with him and getting better. She locked him into the basement and starved him a lot. And if she was really evil, she made him remember all the horrible times he went through before already, making his trauma for girls and woman even worse.”, Michael added.

The Madrigals looked at them in horror.

“Camilo was the shape shifter, wasn’t he ?”, Vincent asked.

“Yes.”, Camilo said.

“Imagine you accidently shape shift into a female. Heiko would rip you to shreds, because he is in a panic attack and just thinks of defending himself. While he may know deep inside that it is only you, his trauma wouldn’t make him see reason.”, Vincent explained.

Camilo gulped. His shape shift ability is a bit hard. When he is sick he shape shifts a lot and when he sleeps he could also shape shift.

“I see the problem…”, Camilo whispered.

“What about my room ?”, Antonio asked.

“What is inside your room ?”, William asked.

“A jungle with a lot of animals and a water slide !”, he said excited.

The Afton’s looked at one another in a panic. Water…and animals…

“Yeah…your room isn’t an option either…”, Michael said loudly.

“Why ?”, Tonito asked hurt.

“The animals…There are some that scare Heiko and he is traumatized of spiders and bugs. He would scream all day. And the Water…let us just say he isn’t fond of water at all. It…hurts him.”, Vincent said carefully.

“He is also traumatized of rats…”, Michael said.

“Not fully. He is traumatized of WILD rats. Trained ones are totally okay with him, as long as they don’t want to eat him.”, William denied.

“How can water hurt him ?”, Pepa asked.

The whole Family was silent after that. Then Vincent cleared his throat.

“Well you see…it is a little bit complicated to explain… But as soon as he touches water…there is a high possibility that he will start to bleed. He had that when he turned 18 years. We don’t know why it happens, but it does…”, Vincent lied smoothly.

They knew exactly why water is a big threat to Heiko.

“Then how does he look so clean ?”, Camilo asked.

“Well…it is an…ability he has ? He doesn’t ALWAYS bleed as soon as he touched water, but it is very rare that he won’t bleed and therefore dangerous for him.”, Michael said stretched, not sure how to explain without giving anything away.

“What about sand ?”, Bruno asked.

After all, he was the last one that was optional.

“Is your room sandy ?”, Chris asked.

“Y-yes.”

“No water ? No bugs ?”, Vincent pushed.

“Only sand and my rats…”

The rest of the family looked at each other and then all nodded in approval.

“Fine. I guess if we have to share rooms, Heiko will be in yours.”, William said.

Bruno smiled carefully. Then yelped, as Vincent, was in his whole face.

“But if you hurt or do anything to him in your room, I will kill you. Got that amigo ?”, Vincent growled out.

Bruno gulped.

“S- Sí !”

“Good.”

With that Vincent left him alone and picked Heiko up.

“Then let us go to your house. After all, you are right. We are tired.”

With that they lead them to their house, Casita. As it opened its doors on its own the Afton’s jumped back in surprise.

“Oh yeah… Casita is alive. Better the house is alive, so please be nice.”, Mirabel said.

Casita waved at them and let them in. They looked around in awe. Then Vincent turned to Bruno.

“Okay…where is your room ?”, he asked Bruno.

He lead him to his door and opened it. They slipped down the pile of sand as they went through the waterfall of sand and then Vincent stared in horror at all the steps.

“Oh you GOTTA BE KIDDIN’ ME !”, he whined.

“O-oh ! No, no, no ! The rooms are down here. Up there is only my Vision cave.”, Bruno quickly said.

“Oh… THANK THE DEVIL !”, Vincent sighed relieved.

With that Bruno opened a door and there was a bed inside it. Vincent went inside it after Bruno and then gently laid Heiko down on it and pulled a blanket over his body.

“Is there anything else I have to know for his safety ?”, Bruno asked carefully.

“Don’t let him near water, don’t let him see a spider at all, make sure your rats won’t bite him and decide to eat him, if you hear anything weird inform only one of my Family as fast as possible, if he falls into any meltdowns, notify us instantly and if he gets angry and you realize that he does, try to calm him down and keep your distance from him. All in all, be careful around him.”

“O-okay…”, Bruno stuttered out as he noted everything down.

“Any other questions ?”, Vincent asked.

“A lot, but I am not sure if I can ask them, so no…?”

“Ask away and I will tell you if you can ask them or not.”

“Where is that inhuman looking thing ?”

Vincent froze and stared at Bruno.

“Inhuman ?”

“As I had the vision to see if you are dangerous, which you weren’t, I saw an inhuman thing with a clown mask… But as we found you, it wasn’t there.”

Vincent stared at Bruno. He saw Ennard…

“Don’t worry about that thing. It isn’t anything serious.”

“B-but…”

“It was something that you wouldn’t understand anyway. It is not dangerous though. It is always with Michael. That is all you need to know.”, Vincent explained quickly.

Heiko’s eyes slowly opened but barely and he slowly reached out for Vincent, whimpering in pain. His body needs to recover, but he doesn’t want to be left alone in such a weakened state.

Soon he had a tight grip on Vincent’s sleeve and whimpered a bit louder. Bruno and Vincent looked down at him in the bed. Heiko looked…frightened and very tired.

“D-don’t le-ave…”, Heiko whispered with a hoarse voice.

Vincent looked at him with soft eyes, then he sat down next to him and Heiko instantly crawled to his right side and laid his head down on his lap. Then he passed out again. Vincent ran his hand through Heiko’s hair and smiled at him sadly.

“Does he not sleep alone ?”, Bruno asked softly.

Vincent shook his head.

“We slept in our own rooms in Michael’s house, but they were always next to one another, in case one of us needed the rest. After the ambush of the mad scientist and the torture, he never left our sides. We always saw him clinging on either William, Michael or even me and Chris. Yes, he lead us and guided us, but since that night…he always stuck to one of our sides, afraid that he will lose us of sight or worse.”, Vincent said quietly.

“You said you reunited…did you part once already ?”

Vincent was silent for a little while and then sighed.

“Let us just say…William and I did some things we are not proud of. And because of William being a workaholic and his Ex wife being abusive, the kids hated one another. With a little bit of time we all lost each other. Elizabeth suddenly left, then Chris, then William with me and then Michael. We left Heiko all alone and he never knew where we have been… After a year or two we found each other again and since then Heiko refused to sleep in a room that was further away from us.”, he partly lied.

The first lie was that they all hadn’t to pay a high price to be parted, the second lie was that it only took 1 to 2 years. It took them longer than 60 years to reunite.

Bruno was silent at that.

Vincent continued to play with Heiko’s hair.

“Any other questions ?”, he asked Bruno.

“Well…I know I said that you didn’t look to be dangerous, but…are you really safe ?”

Vincent stopped shortly, thinking fast. He can’t tell him and anyone else of his family that they are VERY dangerous if they want to be. He continued to play with Heiko’s hair and chuckled softly.

“You saw us, didn’t you ? If you saw us not attacking anyone, then you know it. We are harmless.”, Vincent said.

Bruno only nodded.

Then the door opened and inside came William, Michael and Chris guided by Alma and Mirabel. Vincent and Bruno looked at them.

“They wanted to see Heiko, mi hijo.”, Alma told her son.

“It’s fine. Come on in.”, he said.

They came inside and were in front of the passed out Heiko.

“He didn’t want me to leave.”, Vincent told William.

“Understandable. He is very weak and vulnerable. They may have shown us mercy, but that doesn’t calm him enough to be alone to recover.”, William said.

“Michael take care of your little inhuman friend. Bruno saw him in his vision. Don’t let anyone see it.”, Vincent said.

Michael nodded.

“I thought it is harmless.”, Bruno said.

“It is, but it doesn’t look harmless. It could never hurt anyone, but it looks dangerous. That is why I don’t want Michael to let it be seen.”

“Oh…”

Vincent gave them a look and they understood. Pretend to be harmless…

“Where is Elizabeth ?”, Vincent asked.

“She is with Antonio right now.”, Chris said.

Their eyes widened in horror.

“William get her here right now !”, Vincent yelled.

William bolted out of the door and ran like his life depended on it. They left Elizabeth alone with a little boy. She is the most irresponsible of them all ! If she transforms into CB their covers are blown !

William banged the door to Antonio’s room open and ran through the big room as fast as he could. Soon he spotted Antonio.

“ELIZABETH !”, William yelled.

She turned around and smiled, pencil in hand.

“Yes, Daddy ?”, she asked.

“No mischief…”

She looked at Antonio and gave him a sad smile. She stood up and then took her Father’s hand.

“Let us leave and go see Uncle Vincent and Brother Heiko !”, she said.

With that they left the room and went to Bruno’s. As they were inside Elizabeth jumped on the bed and gave a sad smile to Heiko.

“He was right… I am a spoiled brat and I should have suffered at the lab…”, she said quietly.

The whole Family stared at her in shock, Bruno, Alma and Mirabel included.

“I was not careful… I didn’t look around and didn’t go into an alleyway. They spotted, hunted and found us, because I was stupid. You told me multiple times what to do and I never listened… Now we are in this whole mess. Yes I almost tore us apart again, just because I was jealous and wanted Daddy all to myself. I never…I never realized that it could end bad… I am sorry, Papa…”

“I…can forgive you. But you have to say sorry to the others too.”, William said.

Elizabeth nodded and apologized to the rest. But it won’t stop her bratty attitude towards her Brother Michael.

MASTERLIST HERE !

[we-love-imagines]

I love your blog!! Can I get some Giorno bf hcs?

Aw, Thanks! While this post doesn’t contain any major spoilers for part 5, these hcs are set after it ends when Giorno is a little older. I tagged for spoilers just in case! Enjoy!

Giorno Boyfriend Hcs

~Giorno is definitely the type of guy to know what you’re feeling before you do. He is so comically good at reading your emotions, it’s baffling. There’s also no hiding things from him; if you have a secret or surprise in the works, he’s gonna sniff it out in no time.

~If you work within Passione, Giorno will use his power as the Don to straight-up fire you. Don’t worry, there’s no malice behind it- he’s doing it to protect you. He knows being the significant other of the Don puts a massive target on your back, so he tries to remove you from any situations that could put you in danger. He’ll even send security detail with you if you go out into town without him. He’s so fiercely overprotective of you that it can be suffocating at times. If you get huffy about no longer being able to go on missions, he’ll let you help him out with paperwork. If you insist on staying in the line of action, he’ll let you be a personal bodyguard of his. Though, secretly, he does it keep his eye on you.

~Such a big cuddler! After a long day or at the start of a lazy morning, Giorno loves to curl up and hold you close. He’s also very touch-starved, so if you hug him back in any capacity, he’ll eat it up. He tends to take on the big-spoon roll, but on especially hard days, he just wants to put his head in your lap and sleep.

~The first time you big-spooned him, he probably cried.

~Giorno finds it hard to accept that he was wrong. He’s a natural leader, and usually makes the right call when it comes to tough choices, but it’s difficult for him to admit that he made a mistake. He’s just so used to hearing “Yes, Boss,” and “Right away, Don Giovanna,” after proposing an idea. When fights occur, he tends to dig in his heels and deny any wrongdoing on his part until he truly sees how much he’s messed up. The one thing he will never budge on is your safety- as strict as it may be, it’s all for your sake.

~Giorno is not a talkative person- unless he is with you. He sees his partner as a confidant of sorts, someone he can be himself around and share his thoughts with. While he’ll certainly try and hide the more traumatic and shady parts of his life, he’ll definitely come vent to you after a busy day. He’d also be more inclined to speak on his interests around you, and he’ll rant and rave about various plants and animals he finds fascinating.

~Look. Giorno has had crushes before, but becoming Don of the Mafia at age 15 keeps you busy. He’s never had the proper time for a relationship before. While he’s certainly charming, with his well-kept appearance and calm voice that would put anyone at ease, he isn’t very smooth. While Bruno can make you melt with just his words alone, Giorno definitely needs some practice. It’s not that he’s bad, he’s just new to the game and tends to go overboard a bit!

~Giorno loves the domestic lifestyle. When you two decide to move in together, he’ll be over the moon. His childhood was rough, and he never truly felt like he had a happy home to go back to, but having someone to do cute little household activities with changes that. You show him what he missed during his lonely childhood- sticky notes on his desk reminding him to not work too hard, longing kisses before long trips away, and the warm feeling of snuggling together in PJs. While it’s hard to live the more traditional, homey domestic lifestyle when you have waitstaff and chefs at your beck and call, it’s truly comforting knowing that you two have made a home together.

~The type of guy who would be thinking about marriage a month into a relationship. It may be that he’s a tad naïve and new to romance, but he falls hard! He’s not stupid enough to propose that soon, but know that he’s more inclined to rush things with you. At least you know he’s in it for the long haul!

~When it comes to kids, Giorno would be frightened- he doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes of the people who brought him into this world. However, after seeing how well you two adjust to domesticity, his strong convictions will kick in soon enough. He wants to prove to the world that he’s more than his lineage; if he brings someone into the world, he’d give them the best life he possibly could despite his own family’s failures.

~Spoils you rotten. Why wouldn’t he? He’s probably the wealthiest man in all of Italy! While he definitely takes you on expensive dates and trips, he loves giving you pricey clothes and jewelry. He knows he’s got style, and he likes the ‘power couple’ aura you both give off when you both enter a room looking like royalty.

~Golden Experience (and by extension, GER) are gonna be all over you. The Stand itself suits itself well towards romantic situations- making flowers and butterflies appear out of thin air helps Giorno create an instant amorous atmosphere. When he was first starting to woo you, he made so many roses with GE that you weren’t able to carry them all! His Stand doesn’t appear often, but it’s very sweet with you if you can see it. It likes to make things easier for you, like transforming something heavy you’re carrying into cute little dragonflies.

~If you can’t see GE, I don’t think Giorno is ever going to tell you about his Stand. He might just tell you he’s a magician; Giorno loves seeing the awe on your face whenever he does a little ‘magic trick’ and makes a bouquet appear from seemingly thin air. Eventually, he may come around and tell you- but for now, your boyfriend is a magic man.

~Giorno may be a little inexperienced, but his overabundance of care and affection for you makes up for that in full!

More JJBA Boyfriend HCs!

Jotaro

Rohan

Bruno

[bongwaterbummy]

NO BECAUSE YANDERE BRUNO IS SO GOOD!!! Like he could totally be a yandere even canonly, it's not too far a stretch because he WAS shunned from society for 10 YEARS!!??? He would find and meet y/n and just go FERAL bcuz he's been so touch starved and love deprived for years??? And most yan fics make the reader HATE their yandere but if I were taken by Bruno I would have no complaints honestly 😩❤ He'd be the swetest yandere too, only strict when completely needed!! Like he'd bring you either to the walls of to his room, probably the latter because of you tried to get out there'd be SO MUCH STAIRS and by the time you get down he'd probably be coming back anyways so

anYWAYS idk the purpose of this ask I just REALLY needed to share this thought also could you make write a fic for it?? Nsfw or sfw it's completely up to you I'd probably prefer just the hcs like you did with Sirius (WHICH I COMPLETELY LOVED BY THE WAY!!) Maybe??? Thank youuuu I love your writing <33

YES THIS IS WHAT I'M SAYING !!! and thank youuu you seem rlly sweet <333

Yan!Bruno HCs (i migHt make this a fic if it gets enough attention lmao i love this idea)

Tags: fluff, yandere themes, (kinda?) kidnapping, consensual loss of freedom, cussing, infatuation, LoVe, lmk if i missed any! this is VERY detailed so i’mma put a continue reading because it’s so long i don’t think you’d wanna scroll so uh here :)

so, looking back to the other asks, i LOVED the idea where Bruno was your childhood friend  (you guys were so close Abuela considered you another one of her children i swear) but while he’s in the walls, you get closer with Pepa and Julieta, so he’s vv jealous

bUT little did he know you were trying to get more info on him to see if you could find him, or any little details they knew that you didn’t

you were struck pretty hard when you heard he’d gone missing

it’s been about 7/10 years, and you’d racked your brain countless times, you couldn’t think of where he could be, so you’d kinda given up

but Julieta reached out, she knew you were his friend and she was a little dissapointed she took this long to find how to contact you, but nontheless you and her are hanging out, Pepa joins the support group too and you guys pretty much share memories of him you loved

little to your knowledge, Bruno was present every time

one time, you shared a story that kept replaying in your mind, this was around 9nth grade, you and him played hooky together and kinda just hung out around town

you kept looking over your shoulder, worried Abuela was gonna be there, and Bruno would laugh every time

he was a kind of student that honestly didn’t care, he was effortlessly good at his schoolwork so missing a day or two didn’t worry him at all

you were nervous, you’ve never skipped school before, your heart was racing and your knee was bouncing with excitment

or was it anxiety?

he put a hand on your knee, and you swerved you head to look at him

that was the first time he’s made eye contact with you in your 11 years of friendship (you met in pre-k, when he got his gift and you were intrigued whereas everyone else got mad at him for it)

his eyes spoke a million words, and you were scared he could hear your heartbeat (he totally could babes, you were NERVOUS)

as you told this story, a blush fell across you face, and Bruno could only really see out of the little crack in the wall, but his eyes were glued to you, how you talked with your hands, how your eyes lit up when you said his name, how your eyes flickered to Julieta and Pepa in turn as they told their stories, and you laughed at all the right parts, how your eyes looked slightly glassy because for all you knew, he could never come back, he could be dead, he was gone

later that night, after a particularily sad story that left you shaking with tears, Julieta insisted you stay the night, and you couldn’t say no, as she’d suggested, if you wanted, they could put on [insert your favourite movie] and you all could fall asleep in the living room as it played

halfway-ish through the night, you woke up to the end credits rolling, both Julieta and Pepa are asleep, Felix even came to join Pepa on the couch, though he ended up on the floor tangled with her and the blanket, to which you chuckled

Casita turned off the tv and you tried to get back to sleep, but you couldn’t, it felt like someone was watching you, so you went to the bathroom to splash cold water on you face and wash your hands

in the middle of that, you turned around to grab the hand towel, a tall green figure stood in your way, you looked up and there was Bruno, tears in his eyes and a red streak across his cheeks

you were so stunned, you couldn’t do anything. you couldn’t scream, see clearly, move at all. you were convinced it was a dream, forcing your hand to touch his chest, to which he flinched, but didn’t reject your movement

your vision was blurry as you came to the conclusion that he was, in fact, real, and standing right in front of you in this moment, all you could do was hug him, your arms were so tight around him he made a sound almost like a squeak as he moved to hug you back, equally hard

your face was buried in his ruana, which was good, your cries were muffled so Pepa and Julieta wouldn’t wake up

“you left” you murmured, tears staining his chest, but he couldn’t care, he was finally holding you, he was touching you again, for the first time in so long

“i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry”

“c’mon, we need to wake up your sisters!” you tried tugging him out of the bathroom, but his tall figure wouldn’t budge, in fact, he stiffened at your words, roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him

“no.”

“no? what do you mean, no?”

“i can’t tell them, still hiding, please i can’t tell them”

“what, you’re just gonna run away again?!” you hit his chest

“i- i never ran away”

“huh”

“i mean, free food and all, i stayed here”

“okay, this house is big, but they would’ve found you, where were you REALLY?”

“...the- the walls”

“...” you tried to tug him again, this time he picked you up in return, carrying you upstairs to a painting, hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t wake anyone up

you were silent, startled but not mad, you knew Bruno wouldn’t hurt you EVER

anyWAys he brings you back to the walls with him :D

and he explains everything, the visions, the guilt, all the way until Mirabel’s gift ceremony, but you have a vivid memory of that so you filled yourself in from that point

and by the end of this big explanation, mans is in tears, i mean he knows what he did but now, explaining it, putting his thoughts to words and seeing your reactions as he tells you everything?? everything just comes back 3 times harder

YOU might need to comfort HIM, all the while you’re thinking about how hard it must’ve been for him, especially leaving his family, yknow yknow

it’s just a messy entanglement of tears and limbs as you two hug

but he’s estatic because

now he has you

and after the night and all the stories he’s heard, he’s sure you’re just as happy to finally have him back too

yep anyways uh if you want me to continue, add nsfw, maybe comfort hcs, anything with yan!bruno, send in an ask!! 

[stinky-gunslinger]

New Years Special!!!

Art Credits: ??? (Dm if you want it taken down)

Sorry that this is late for new years...

Happy new year everyone!

Let's hope 2021 is better than 2020 °-°

I don't do Christmas so yeah...

Yes everyone is alive idc

Bucci gang x reader

It's been years since you joined Bucciarati's team. You joined second, after Fugo.

Bruno found you fighting off some gang members trying to steal your money and valuables. He saw you use your stand and hand to hand combat skills to knock out all the men and asked you if you wanted to join his group. He found out you didn't have much money nor a place to stay, so he offered you a home.

As you met each new group member, you grew a good relationship with all of them, even the ever-angry Abbacchio. They all thought of you as either a mother or sister figure in their life, sort of how they think of Bruno, but more intimate and personal.

You gave anyone cuddles, when they asked, which was usually Mista since he got rejected often and was touch starved.

You bought groceries with Bruno and always picked up the best wines for Abbacchio.

You helped Narancia puzzle out the tons of homework Fugo assigned him.

You had debates and 'intellectual time' with Fugo when he had something new to talk or rant about.

You gave Trish advice and make-up lessons. Girls night always happened on Friday nights, no matter what.

(A/n: even if you aren't a girl, you guys had nights of just you two hanging out)

You made sure Giorno always ate and drank enough, even on days when Passione had him busy late into the night.

You offered comfort and love to all of them equally. Not the kind of love that is romantic, but the love of a gentle mother.

(A/n: I don't mean to imply genders here, I'm just trying to describe this)

You were weak and fragile at first glance, but when faced with someone who disrespected your family or hurt them, you became Satan himself. The gangs in the area learned not to mess with Passione, or rather, the terrifying Y/n. But to your familia, you were an Angel, and they loved you dearly.

So tonight, they wanted to give back the love they always received from your arms, with gifts and an organized surprise party.

The planned to all give you special gifts, meaningful ones, and show how they each appreciate you so much.

Bruno made you your favorite food and dessert to thank you for all the times you had fed the group delicious meals.

Abbacchio bought you your favorite drink (or wine) to show how much he appreciated the fact that you payed attention to the smallest details when buying him things, making sure to always get the exact thing he needed.

Narancia bought your favorite flowers because he remembered you mentioned them once, and he had no other idea how to repay you. He also stole- I mean borrowed, some coloured paper to make into a small personal card, thanking you for always helping him and offering hugs whenever needed.

Fugo bought you a f/c silk handkerchief as as a momento to the first week after you joined. You had given Fugo a lilac purple handkerchief for Purple Haze to use to clean his drool, and Fugo always had it on him, even to this day, years later.

Trish bought you multiple outfits she had seen you eyeing at the mall, but you never seemed to have the courage to buy. She knew you felt bad about using other peoples money when you went clothes shopping together so she decided she would actually buy you these, without you having to worry. She also bought matching pajamas for your weekly girls nights.

Giorno took some spare time from his week to carve you a small f/a (favorite animal) out of wood and vines, as a thank you for all the late nights you forced him to go to eat and sleep when he was stressed, or overworking himself subconsciously.

Mista bought you a pair of dazzling f/c earrings, of which the pistols chose and he knew you'd love, (they can look however you want) along with a immensely fuzzy blanket that matched with the decor of your room, to show how much he appreciated the warm and comforting cuddles you gave him everytime he was down or rejected.

You had no idea what they had planned for you, so you were surprised, to say the least, when you entered the kitchen and saw your family all together smiling at you. You were so proud of how they had managed to do all this without fighting or giving it away, that was, until after dinner, when Mista and Narancia started bickering over who would present their gift to you first.

After the gifts and 15 tissues stained with of tears of joy, you all finished the year with watching the beautiful fireworks off the rooftop of the house, all huddled together in one bundle.

Thats it!

Hope you liked it ;)

I was going for a soft oneshot this time :>

Happy new year and have an amazing day!

[espeon-fireheart]

~•Bruno Madrigal x Reader Headcanons•~

(Why? Because I said so, okay?! I'm not obsessed with this man, you are! Shut Up!)

(Okay, yes, I may be in love. But I cannot help it! He's such a sweetheart! But I digress, these headcanons are centred around a gender-neutral [Y/n]. HOWEVER! I will be taking requests and ideas for more content unique to you guys! But back to Bruno!)

Bruno Madrigal x Reader Headcanons

I like to think that Bruno is very paranoid and anxious of what others think of him especially considering how he feels his gift messed up his relationship with his family and the town. So when he has a good relationship with someone, he fears that he's going mess it up one way or another. So when he met you, he was very hesitant with everything.

You met Bruno through Pepa and Julieta, though he saw you playing with his sisters when you both were children. He was just to shy to go up to you.

When you got to know Bruno, at first you were really sceptical about his mannerisms, but then the more you talked to him, you just realised that he was just very quirky.

He used to create different characters to play as when you both where kids, he liked it because it made you laugh. So he'd keep acting them out to make you smile and laugh, it made him feel a lot better as well.

I have this feeling that Bruno has this love language where you make memories and he keeps little trinkets to remind him of those memories. Like for example: He'd have a music box that plays this one song you both danced to. It would just be a comforting thing.

He respectfully cherishes you... Let me explain...

To him, you were one of the only people who saw the best in him and gave him an opportunity to express himself, you even willingly helped him with his visions, helping him focus on things he couldn't see before.

You almost seemed to good to be true, like you were a dream, hence why he calls you 'Mi Sueño'.

When you both were teenagers, he came more out of his shell, wanting to discover himself. But he was still very anti social, considering you, his sisters and his Mami as his safe haven of people to be around.

You've told him plenty of times how much you love his eyes. Regardless of whether they were brown or green because of his gift, you loved how much emotion they held.

This made him melt and love you more.

One of his telenovelas was based of your relationship before he left. How it was always just a pining because he never had the courage to say anything to you. The story of childhood friends turned lovers destined to be forever apart, it was always one of his favourites.

Seeing you again after so many years was one of the scariest things he's ever faced. He thought you would hate him, he thought you would scream at him for leaving but instead, you hugged him, which was even scarier.

Once it was out in the open that Bruno was back, you both decided that you wouldn't let him do something on impulse without at least consulting you first.

And that he could keep the rats.

It wasn't hard to rekindle old flames that you both had but this time you were more affectionate. Or at least tried to be at first.

The man is very touch starved, he will melt if you hold his hand or kiss his cheek.

I cannot stress enough how much he needs love.

[jennoasis]

July Drabble Challenge Day 30 (In September): Love

Spoilers for Part 5 of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Vento Aureo and Eyes of Heaven)

If Leone Abbacchio knew how much time he had left in his lifetime, there would have been things he would have said before he died. He knew making the choice to be in the mafia, to follow Bucciarati was a dangerous job, but it was one he would make again in a heartbeat. Because it had been about finding another purpose after giving up his former job, to continue living in some way that meant something. However, it wasn’t supposed to be about feelings for his Capo, ever. That hadn’t been the plan. And it hadn’t happened all of a sudden either. It was a slow integration into becoming a family with the others, realizing he was starting to care for someone other than himself. It was about drinking less to numb the pain, and enjoying the little things about life again. It was about helping to protect his new family, even knowing they could protect themselves as well.

 And it was about the wondrous descent into love. As cheesy as it might sound, falling in love with Bucciarati, no, Bruno, had been unexpected, scary, and yet so blindingly wonderful, Leone had no regrets. Well, none except for the fact that he never told Bruno how he felt. There had been opportunities, missions where it was just the two of them, or a conversation with wine after the others had gone to bed. But Leone had never opened his mouth for fear of losing the man that he had grown to care for so much. And then Leone’s life was blinked out of existence in mere moments, and in that last inhale of breath, he saw Bruno’s face, and knew regret unlike anything in his life previously.

 “Abbacchio?”

 Leone blinked, adjusting his vision, his mind fuzzy. Was he dreaming? He thought he had been looking for someone for so long now. How much time had passed? Once his vision cleared, Leone saw Bruno staring at him with wide eyes, the others behind him, some looking relieved, and some looking shocked. “What happened?” His voice sounded gruff, unused. He heard a choked off sob and suddenly Bruno was embracing him hard, burying his face in Leone’s chest. Leone was caught off guard, but didn’t hesitate for a second, reaching up to wrap his hands around Bruno’s shoulders, letting the other man lean against him. He looked to the others again, his gaze questioning. Mista cleared his throat. “Uh, well, you see, it’s kind of complicated.” “How so?” Leone’s inquisitive intuition was telling him something major was off. He turned his gaze to Giorno, who looked the most nervous, frowning. “Did you get taller?” That made the blond laugh, even if was a laugh filled with nerves. “Ah, yes. As Mista said, it’s complicated. And we’ll gladly explain everything. But we’ll give you a few minutes first.” Giorno finished, motioning to the others to follow. Mista followed first, Trish next, and Fugo after that, taking Narancia by the hand to follow as well, since Narancia had been too busy staring at Abbacchio in shock to pay attention at first. If anything, Leone was more confused by it all, before realizing he felt a warm wetness against his top. Gently, he grasped Bruno by the arms now, moving the man back, surprised to find Bruno had been crying. “Bucciarati, why are you crying?” Leone asked, reaching up to wipe a couple of stray tears away. Bruno bit his lip before he managed a watery smile, sniffling before he managed to speak. “You’re back. It all feels so strange. I’ve been back for a week now and it still feels so strange to know a couple of years have passed.” “I don’t understand.” Again, Leone’s mind felt fuzzy, as if he was missing some vital piece of information. Bruno hesitated before reaching up to cup Leone’s cheek, flooring the man. “You don’t remember? I guess it makes sense. It took me a bit to remember as well. We lost you Abbacchio, a couple of years ago, and I hated myself for not telling you what I should have before everything happened.” It hit Leone like a truck then, the memory of dying on that beach, of words never said, of regret. And it took him a few seconds to recover from the shock of remembering. “I…How…?” “Are you back? That’s quite a story. And one the others and I will gladly tell you. But right now, there’s something more important I need to tell you. Look at me. Are you looking at me?” Bruno asked, cupping both of Leone’s cheeks in his hands now. “I’ve never looked at anyone else.” Leone murmured, completely honest in his tone. Bruno’s eyes threatened to mist over again, but he held steadfast. “Leone Abbacchio, I hated the fact that I was never able to tell you how much I loved you back then, how much I still love you to this day. If I had known how much time we had left, I would have said something sooner.” Leone couldn’t say anything for a moment, his heart feeling like it was beating a million miles a minute. For a moment he feared he was dreaming, but Bruno’s hands were warm, and Leone knew this was reality. “Fuck.” He said, before he laughed, cupping his hands over Bruno’s. “I love you too. I’ve loved you for so long too.” He managed, before leaning in to kiss Bruno, like he had been dreaming of doing for years now. Watching from some feet away, Mista wrapped his arm around Giorno’s shoulders, grinning. “We did good. I still don’t completely understand how the hell everyone is back, but I’m not going to complain about it. As long as everyone is happy, it’s all good, right? Alright, I’m starving. And I’m sure they’re going to be hungry too when they’re done. I saw a café about a mile away so we can go there. Hey!” He dropped his arm to turn to Fugo, Narancia, and Trish. “How does food sound?” Giorno watched Mista walk towards the others as they all agreed and felt his heart stutter in his chest, his face a bit flushed from the warmth he had felt from Mista’s touch. “Yes, as long as everyone is happy.” He murmured, and damned himself for his unconfessed feelings. Someday he’d have the courage to speak, someday. 

Oh hey. How’s it going all? LOL. I was supposed to finish this drabble challenge in July and well, now it’s almost the end of September and here we are. There’s one more day after this (Which will hopefully be up this week. Just gotta write it first). For context since it’s been a while, back in July I started a drabble challenge (It’s over here if you want to check out the list and see the previous drabbles) and I wanted to wrap up the BruAbba drabbles with this. It was only going to be a drabble length but here we are 1k words later lol. If you’re curious to read the previous BruAbba drabbles I wrote, they’re Day 2 (Which is actually Bruno thinking about Abbacchio after his passing), Day 14, and Day 19. The reason I mentioned spoilers for Part 5 is because yes, people die, and yes I cried a lot. But if you haven’t played the game Eyes of Heaven, I highly recommend because it brings people back. (IT’S CANON YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT WAY FROM ME) LOL. *Ahem* I’m a sucker for love confessions so of course I had to make Day 30, which was the word Love, for Bruno and Leone because I love this damn ship (And I couldn’t resist torturing Giorno a little too). @caity-catt did this challenge back in June and you can find her drabbles on her page. And @sterlynwrites did hers back in July (Seriously, how did I get so behind? LOL) Let’s hope I manage to post the last day for the challenge soon. Thanks all and sorry for the long after note. 

[antoxsmith]

Locked Out Of Heaven

Warnings - Smut, Songfic, Fluff

Pairings - Negan x Reader

Summary -   After he broke her heart, she didn't want to have anything to do with Negan. Everything changes when he comes looking for her one night.

I am in AO3 as @txmlinsonw :)

I guess you could say I was inspired by Bruno Mars' "Locked Out of Heaven". Hope you like the story!

"See you tomorrow, then?"

She nodded and gave him a sweet smile before closing the door. She was so tired, just wanted to lay on her bed.

It hadn't been a good day for her. Almost everything reminded her about Negan. She was trying really hard not to think about him. She was in a new relationship now, with someone who really cared about her. Nick would never play with her heart the way Negan did.

She was still in love with Negan. But,of course, she couldn't go back to that man. She couldn't handle being just one of many. Let alone knowing that... Negan could never love her or care about her the way she does for him.

She was looking at the ground, thinking, when someone knocked on her door. She figured Nick must have forgotten something so she quickly went to open it. Her lips opened, her heart stopping as soon as she saw those eyes looking at her again.

"Hey, sugar"

And that raspy voice, always accompanied by that silly smile.

"...Hi." She murmured.

He chuckled and instead of asking for permission, he invited himself in. He walked into the room and looked around, as she, still confused about the situation, closed the door and looked at him quietly.

"I like the necklace." He said as he sat on her bed. She furrowed her eyebrows and put up her hand to her neck, and then remembered. The 'N' necklace Nick got her a few weeks ago.

"It's not for y-you I have a bo-"

"I know."

His voice sounded a bit lower in that last phrase. She sighed softly.

"Wanna know why I'm here?" He asked as he stood up and started slowly walking towards her and invading her personal space.

"Yes. Please." She murmured. 

He chuckled at her obvious nervousness.

"I've missed some things about... you." He recognized. "I want you."

She furrowed her eyebrows. She knew having sex with him would mean going back to The Sanctuary.

"Have you lost your mind?" She asked. "I'd never. I won't."

He chuckled, which made her feel even angrier.

"Go back to your wives, Negan. You don't need me." She was just speaking facts.

"I know what I need and what I want, doll." He said as he lowered his face to be closer to hers. "Remember that rule you had? No kissing?"

She sighed and nodded, trying not to listen to her heart about to explode.

"What about it?"

He chuckled again.

"I want to have you again. Here, now. And I'm completely willing to go by your rules."

Her lips parted in surprise.

"I have a b-"

"I said I know. I don't care about that fucker."

"But I do. So please leave, Negan."

For the first time, she saw a little bit of surprise in his eyes. And then it vanished as he chuckled.

"I can see the blush in your cheeks. The way you are breathing. Your pupils getting bigger. I know you want it as bad as I do, baby."

She looked down, embarrassed.

"I don't."

"You do." He nodded and with the tip of his fingers, moved her chin up for her to look at him again, first time he had touched her in five months. He smiled as always. "Look at that. Look at how aroused you are getting, honey. I bet you are so wet already."

She looked at him in silence. He was right. He still had a huge effect in her.

"I can't." She mumbled.

"Yes you can, and you most certainly will." he nodded, his fingers still softly on her face as he walked even closer. "Remember how many times I can make you cum?" He chuckled.

Her cheeks got red as she smiled a bit in response to his smile.

"Five." She murmured shyly.

"What? I didn't get that, doll" He smiled down to her.

"Five times."

"Exactly! And that's all in one night. I bet this guy, Nick, he probably can't even make you cum once, am I right, sweetheart?"

She bit her lip.

"Well shit."

"What?"

"Ever told you it turns me the fuck on when you do that?"

She sighed softly. Was she really thinking about going back to him? Having sex with Negan? Cheating on her boyfriend?

Yes she was.

"What about I make you cum over and over again?"

She looked at him for seconds that seemed like years before saying:

"Okay."

Now he did look surprised. But he didn't waste no time on bringing her close by her hand and picking her up on his hips, making their crotches touch and making her moan softly, almost inaudible. That was when he started kissing her neck and walked to the bed.

That was the second she decided to forget about anything else. She just missed Negan the way she had never missed anybody else. And if he missed her, even if it was just for sex, then she would take it all the way into her heart again.

Negan almost slammed her into the bed, hungry for her as he positioned himself above her, now removing her shirt and massaging her breasts, making her gasp.

"I really like that sound." He murmured as he took her bra off and sucked on one of her breasts as he massaged the other one with his hand. Soon she realized he was leaving hickeys. But she secretly did want him to mark her as his, so she didn't say anything.

She slipped his black jacket off with his help and then removed his white shirt.

"What...? What happened?" She asked quickly as she saw his chest and stopped him from his sucking.

"Nothing to worry about, sugar. Now may I come back on making you mine?"

There was a big bruise on his stomach. Being him, she couldn't imagine anyone doing this without getting killed right after.

She looked at him and nodded quickly, realizing it wasn't her place to ask what happened. He unbuttoned her jeans and took them off, watching her legs with a mesmerized look on his face.

She blushed. "Stop looking."

He giggled. "Sorry. I've been locked out of heaven."

He kissed down her abdomen, his hands traveling all over her body. Finally, he got to her panties and looked up to her. By now, she was going crazy.

"I wonder how much has your pussy missed me" he murmured as he took her panties off. He licked his lips, making her squirm with lust. "Let's see." That was the last thing he said before starting to eat her out like a starving man. She gasped and moaned, her back arching a bit from time to time. His tongue was running through her slit, licking her insides and sucking on her clit.

"N- Negan..." she moaned and it seemed to do something to him, because he groaned and licked her off faster. Her moans became louder and louder, her hands clenching on the sheets. That was when he introduced a finger all the way into her, still eating her out and looking up to her to see her reaction. "Fuck!" She cried as she arched her back and one of her hands went to his head, grabbing his hair and begging him for more.

Instead of giving her what she wanted, he stopped and climbed back up to her breasts. She was mesmerized looking at him as he took his pants and boxers off.

"You like what you see?" He said in that tone he always uses.

She bit her lip and nodded.

"Good. Maybe now you won't leave me again."

She didn't bother on try to understand why he was saying that. He got on top of her again and kissed her neck as he positioned himself in between her legs, his member running through her sensitive skin.

He looked at her and smiled a bit as, without warning, he entered her in one deep thrust. Her lips opened as she gasped. He looked at her as if he was asking for permission to move. She nodded.

He started slowly, with deep thrusts that were driving her crazy. She moaned every time he went out and in again. "F-Fuck" She whispered in a little moan.

"Fuck what?" He asked as he looked at her. For the way his voice sounded and the way he was looking at her, it seemed almost as if he was punishing her for something.

"...Me" she said quietly. "Fuck me."

He side smiled. "Whatever you want, doll."

And with that, he started moving faster. She was moaning, her hands running all over his back as he drove her to heaven and back.

"N-Negan..." she cried.

"Yeah baby, that's right" he said as he moved faster. "You are mine. You belong to me. You always will."

She didn't answer, her eyes closed as her hips moved uncontrollably.

"'N' of 'Nick', huh?" He said as he saw the necklace again. She opened her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed. "I don't think so."

With that, he started moving more aggressively, sucking on her breasts as he did.

"Oh, God!" She cried, her back arching.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked, sweat on his forehead, groaning.

"D-Don't... Fuck, don't d-do, t-that" she managed to say.

"What? This?" He asked as his hips snapped up, hitting all the right spots and making her cry in passion, closing her eyes and turning her head to the side, not letting herself look at him. His response to that was stopping moving, his hand going up to her chin and softly making her look at him again. She opened her eyes and saw him, his eyes locked on her lips.

"W-What..."

Then, he tried to kiss her. Her eyes opened wide as she moved her face away. In response to his confused gaze, she just moved her head no. She knew she couldn't do that to herself. It was fine if it was just sex but kissing him... it would be something else. She didn't want to.

He said her name for the first time since he had been here, making her pout. "I-..." he sighed. "I love you."

She opened her lips, trying to say something but she just didn't know what to say. Her mind was filled by his words when things started with them two. He had stated the kind of relationships he had, had nothing to do with love. Yet here they were. And she didn't know if she could trust him.

He must have noticed there was a war going on inside her so he just brought her close and this time he did kiss her. She didn't refuse to. Instead, she brought him even closer.

"I love you too" she whispered in between his lips. "I love you so much" it sounded as if she was crying. She had waited too much to just say it.

Then he started thrusting in and out again. But this time everything had changed in the way he was holding her and the way they looked at each other.

"M-more" she pleaded. "Please"

Negan groaned and did as she said, moving in an uncontrollable pace, his hands running all over her body as he alternated on kissing her lips and sucking on her neck.

"Negan" she moaned his name over and over again.

"Mine" he whispered as he kept on moving. "Mine. All fucking mine."

It sounded as if he was trying to convince himself about it.

"Yours" she answered to his words. "All yours, Negan. Always."

He moaned and moved harder and deeper inside of her. He kept on repeating how she was his, balls deep into her.

"Fuck! Negan I- God!" She cried. "I am g-going to..."

"Do it, baby girl. Cum. Cum on my cock" he managed to say, not stopping his movements, his eyes locked into hers.

"Negan!" She moaned as he hit that spot and she came hard, her hips thrusting up and her back arching, drenching his cock as her walls tightened.

"Fucking shit" he groaned as he thrusted in and out, the look on her face as she came brining him to climax too. He moaned and shot his hot seed inside of her.

He fell on top of her, careful not to put all his weight on her, both of their breaths fast as they held each other.

"Well shit..." he whispered as he rolled to the other side of the bed.

After some seconds of silence, she asked:

"Did you mean it?"

He turned to look at her and sighed.

"Yes. I know you've moved on, doll. I came around too late."

"No I..." she sighed. "I guess I was trying to move on. But I still love you."

He smiled softly.

"What about..."

"Nick?"

He groaned a bit and nodded.

"I don't know" she said. "Maybe I could... come back to The Sanctuary. If you want me to."

She realized she was moving too fast, and trusting him too much. But she couldn't stop herself, not after what just happened.

"I want you to. I really do."

"But?"

"I can't... I can't give my other wives up. You know that, right?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Baby, is not because you are not enough. You are more than enough, believe me." He said as he brought her closer by her waist. "If you were my only one, they would try to hurt you. Right now, back home we are at war. I couldn't risk loosing you again."

"War?" She asked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Remember that group we tracked down?"

"Did they...?"

"Yes. And they've united with other communities. So we are not that safe, baby. So I am asking you to please stay here, and let me come to you when I can."

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Squishes - 11. Pulling mine into their lap

Thank you for the ask! This came in at around 1,995 words.

The little gastropub that Vincent’s brother had suggested they visit was definitely off the beaten path.  Even Josephine, who usually didn’t like going anywhere without consulting multiple review sources was charmed, calling it a hidden gem with excellent customer service.  Vincent had to wonder just how much of that was normal customer interaction and how much was due to the fact that Rolfe seemed to be familiar with the owner, the two of them shouting greetings at the other before the tall, bald man with an impressive beard enveloped Rolfe in a spine-cracking bear hug.

“You have got to try the soft pretzels,” Rolfe told them once they were shown to a back patio area that while being sunny and full of plants also had a private, secluded feel to it. He pulled out a chair for Cassandra while casually attempting to scoot his closer to hers without her catching on.  “Bruno serves them with a beer cheese sauce that is to die for.”

Vincent paused.  “I think we have a problem,” he said, looking at the seating arrangements.  “There’s eight of us showing up, but only five chairs.”

Rolfe shrugged.  “No worries!  Save my seat, Gorgeous,” he winked at Cassandra, who rolled her eyes and turned her attention towards the appetizer menu.  “I’ll be back in a bit with some help.”

Vincent sat down, his eyes peeled for the others.  Well, if he was honest with himself, he was mainly looking for Roz.  She’d been working long hours at the hospital lately to cover shifts for a coworker who was out on maternity leave, and by the time she made it home, she barely had the energy to shower and then text him a quick good night note to let him know that she had got home safely.  Tonight was the first night in weeks that she’d been able to get off work while it was still light out and he was looking forward to spending some time with her.

They’d only started officially seeing the other just a short while ago, and the two of them had agreed to keep it under wraps for the time being.  It wasn’t as if they were ashamed of their relationship, but after spending years thinking that the other wasn’t interested and not wanting to run their friendship by saying something out of turn, they wanted to keep this new turn in their lives to themselves for just a little longer to savor all the quiet moments and firsts before they let their friends in.

Maker knows his brother would crow about their new status, telling Vincent I told you so and raking up the winnings on whatever betting pool their circle of friends had made.  No one had told him there was betting on him and Roz, but when one was friends with Varric and Rolfe, no one had to tell him there were wagers going on.

It wasn’t long before the door to the patio area opened and Roz stepped out, her eyes scanning the tables for them.  He waved to her as her eyes landed on him, his heart skipping a few beats at the sight of her.  She’d changed out of her hospital scrubs and into a floral print sundress, the full skirt ending a little above the knee and showing off her legs.  The bright turquoise fabric brought out the color of her eyes and the watercolor pinks and yellows of the printed flowers brought out the rosy color of her cheeks and the red of her hair.

She was beautiful, but then again, Vincent would have thought that about her had she been wearing nothing at all.

“Hey you guys,” she said, smiling at Josephine and Cassandra.  Without thinking, she hooked the strap of her purse to the back of Vincent’s chair.

He stood up, giving himself a quick mental shake at the direction his thoughts had turned.  “Here, saved you a seat.  Rolfe’s inside wrangling some more chairs for everyone.”

“But you were sitting there first.”  She shifted on her feet, the sandals with the chunky heel cute, but something that Vincent knew wouldn’t be comfortable standing in for long, especially after a long day of being on her feet.  “I can wait.”

“Do you want my mother to manifest inside this restaurant and beat me to death with a menu?” He grinned at her, gently guiding her towards the table.  “She raised me better than that.”

“And since I don’t see Mama Trevelyan here,” she teased back, “I’m telling you to sit.”

Vincent looked at her and a lifetime of seeing the set of her mouth and the way she squared her shoulders told him that she wasn’t going to budge from her stance.  “Fine, I’ll sit.”

“Thank you for letting me win that argu-” Roz’s smug comment was cut short when Vincent wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap, her eyes going wide in surprise as their two tablemates laughed.

“And you will too.”  Since it was at mouth height, he stealthily laid a brief kiss to her bare shoulder before leaning forward and grabbing onto a menu.  “I hope you’re hungry, Rolfe was talking up this place’s appetizers and I’m pretty sure he’s going to get most of the menu just for him.”

Roz shifted in his lap until she could comfortably look at the menu he held.  “I’m starving, it was so busy that I worked through my lunch break.”

Vincent frowned, but didn’t comment.  It was an old argument of theirs: he’d disapprove of her not putting her health first and she’d argue that he was one to talk, seeing as she knew he often skipped meals when he was busy at his nursery and only ate something when he was mentoring students so they wouldn’t feel bad about eating the snacks he provided them.  Instead, he pointed at a few things on the menu and quietly began the usual conversation he and Roz had when visiting a new place, offering to split two plates so they could try out something they’d never had before. He could physically feel Roz relax in his arms as she carried on a conversation with Josephine and Cassandra.  The two of them had never shied away from physical touch before, which was probably why their current seating arrangement hadn’t raised any eyebrows from the two women.  It was nice.

Of course, that meant that the feeling wasn’t meant to last long.  “Well, aren’t we cozy?” Rolfe drawled, coming in with two chairs in hand.  The owner - Bruno?  Vincent briefly remembered his brother saying the man’s name was Bruno - trailed behind him with another chair.  “Hello, Darling,” he told Roz, swooping in to press a noisy kiss to her cheek.

“Hey!”

Rolfe laughed at Vincent’s grumble of protest.  “Don’t be jealous; I love you too,” he teased, pressing a similar kiss to Vincent’s cheek before sitting next to Cassandra and laughing as Vincent dramatically rolled his eyes before reluctantly letting Roz slide out of his lap.  The conversation quickly went to food choices and shouted hellos as the other people in their party eventually showed up.  

The slight tug on his pant leg made Vincent look in Roz’s direction, his eyes darting down.  She was seated close enough to him to make room for the others at their table, and definitely within touching distance.  He let his hand rest on his knee before slowly reaching out to hook his little finger with hers underneath the table, catching her eye and giving her a secret smile that he was honestly surprised flew under the radar of several normally observant people around them.

Roz let his hand go first and while he missed the contact, he nearly choked on his drink when her finger ran against the outside of his thigh.  He turned in her direction to talk to Josephine at her right, his eyes catching on the smirk Roz hid behind her own glass.  Not one to sit by and leave well enough alone, Vincent reached out and did the same, his fingers slowly inching the fabric of her dress up and touching bare skin.  Roz, who hadn’t been looking in his direction, gave out a barely muffled sound of surprise. 

“Everything all right, Roz?” Leliana asked, giving them a look that had Vincent trying not to quickly snatch his hand away.  She tipped her head in response, her lips pursing as she looked between the two of them, but didn’t comment further.

“Yes, it’s just been a long day.”  Roz shifted, her hand subtly tugging the hem of her dress over her knee again.  “A long week, if I’m being honest.  I might have to call it an early night.”

Vincent didn’t comment as Leliana looked between them again, her expression quickly turning from one of curious interest to knowing realization.  Well, he thought, reaching for his drink and wishing that it was something stronger than sweetened tea, so much for keeping this under wraps for long.

But then Leliana surprised them both by giving a soft smile.  “From what I’ve heard, you haven’t had much time to rest.  No one would blame you for wanting to duck out early for some time to yourself.”  Her eyes flicked over to Vincent before casually picking up a potato wedge and putting it on her plate.  “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Secret?  Who’s keeping secrets over there?” Rolfe asked, giving them a carefree grin that told Vincent that he wanted to be on whatever conversation he had missed.

“Nobody,” he replied, reaching out for a few more fried pickles to add to his own plate.  He nodded to Leliana, who gave him a wink in response. “You’re just being nosy.”

“Hey, Nosy is my middle name.”

Cassandra laughed.  “And here I thought it was Bothersome.”

“Or Charmer.” 

Varric scoffed.  “That’s his nickname, you can’t call him Charmer twice.”

Vincent arched an eyebrow.  “Funny, I thought it was Aloyusi -”

Rolfe pointed a finger at him.  “Do not finish that sentence, Vincent Nathaniel.” 

Vincent raised his hands up defensively in defeat, content that the conversation had been steered away from him and Roz.  He caught her eye as he checked his watch.  Knowing her, she would make her excuses and leave in about twenty more minutes.  He guessed that if he held out for another half hour afterwards, he’d be able to make it back to her house and still be able to spend a good time alone with her before going back to his apartment before Rolfe made it home.

Then again, he’d noticed the looks that Cassandra had been giving Rolfe most of the evening.  If they were both lucky, Vincent wouldn’t see his brother until mid-morning.

Beside him, Roz jumped and reached into her purse to fish out her phone.  “I hate to call this short,” she started, quickly waving her phone and showing the text message.  Vincent was close enough to see that the latest message was from several days ago.  “It’s one of my co-workers, they can’t find some paperwork that I left them last shift.  I think that I’m going to head home for some shuteye after I help them out.”

He watched as she made her way around the table, giving hugs and goodbyes.  She made it back to him and reached behind him to grab her purse.  “Don’t make me wait long,” she whispered in his ear as she pulled her purse off the back of his chair.

“Drive safe.  Text me when you get home?”  

“Of course.”  Again, no one even gave them a second glance at their customary goodbye, not even when she kissed his cheek, her fingers softly pushing his hair out of his eyes and fondly curling strands behind his ear. 

He watched her go, and if Leliana caught the way his eyes focused on Roz’s backside as she left, she didn’t say a word.

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#FightOn! (01) | ot7

Summary: The University of Southern California is a prestigious school - only the best or the richest can attend. That means there will be a lot of spoiled brats. Two groups start colliding and the entire college shift alongside them. What will happen when sparks starts to flow between them? Drama will certainly be there.

Pairing: BTS with -eventually- female characters

Genre: Fluff, Smut (future), Angst, CollegeAU! 

A/N: First chapter is finally here! For more intel about who the boys are or what they study in this college universe go to my page, there’s real twitter accounts!!! For more information feel free to message me :) ALSO if you want to appear in this fic (I’ll make it as interactive as possible) send me your name and zodiac sign + what you do or want to do in college and I’ll make it happen!!! I really hope you guys like it :) 

The Characters • Day 1  • Day 2

“Good morning South!” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the halls of the school and even though he should sound excited, his voice maintained in a monotone, a really, really, bored and sleepy one. Yoongi was the radio boy basically. Every morning he had to wake up extra early to be able to do all the announcements the university needed him to. It was his giant love for music that made him volunteer to take care of the station – that and he really enjoyed being alone, so he had a whole studio for himself. Plus, everyday the halls were filled with good music. “Today for lunch we will have pizza and don’t forget everyone, Saturday we have the volley’s male team game. You won’t want to miss it!”

He ended his morning announcements and started preparing the playlist that will play during the rest of the day when there was a knock on the door. He tiredly gets up to open the door that he usually locks to keep noisy and unwanted people out. When he sees Carolina, a smile immediately forms in his face.

“Oh my life saver!” He says tiredly as he swings an arm around her neck and pulls her inside, grabbing one of the coffees she’s holding with his other hand. “Good morning for you too.” She chuckles. “What’s good for today?” “Pizza for lunch.” He chuckles as well. “I’m getting too old to do this morning routine. Namjoon should put some pills on his dad’s coffee.” He complained. Every morning he had to talk with the director to receive the announcements and it was a headache every time. “You’re in your twenties Yoongs…” Carolina said rolling her eyes. “But yeah, that would be nice… maybe. I slept only three hours I think and I have volley practice yay!” She threw her arms in the air pretending to be cheerful but failing miserably. “So I really need the push.” “You’re also getting too old for that… see?!” He laughs when she yawns. “Do you wanna help me with the playlist? There’s still a couple of songs I can add and I always trust your taste.” “Team granddads always.” She smiles. “Sure! What vibe are we setting today?” “Well we have to go more ‘college vibes’” He said throwing air marks and mocking the director’s tone. “So help me out, no swear words either!” He jokes. “Oh god, we’ve gone preppy…” She let’s out a sigh and sits on the end of his lap, looking at the list he already had. “But ok, I’m here to help! What about cosmos midnight to cheer up our morning? Hmm the ‘Talk To Me’ one?” “Once again my lifesaver.” He squeezed her sides. Carolina and Yoongi would seem like boyfriend and girlfriend to everyone that passed by them. They were both crazy for each other, to the point where they would really take a bullet for the other, not just for the charm of Bruno Mars. But in reality, it was a genuine friendship. They were very similar and they were comfortable around each other to the point where not touching was weird – piggybacks, cuddling, hugs. The only thing that kept them from dating each other was the fact that they praised their friendship too much and Carolina now had her eye out to a mystery drawing guy. “Let me just add that one to the playlist and we are good to go.” “Where are we going and can you please take me on your back?” She asked making him let out a laugh. “We’re going to the cafeteria because I’m starving and yes, I’ll carry your lazy ass.” “Just kidding! You need to be in shape for your next game.” She said tapping on his back because he was already kneeling down for her to climb on.  “It’s your loss. Come on.” He said and once again swung his arm around her neck as he closed the door of the radio station and headed towards the cafeteria.

By this time of the morning, the halls of Southern California University were starting to get flowed by people who had morning classes, which was basically all the freshman and junior. There were two juniors in particular that always were theme of conversation and caught a lot of eyes everywhere they went. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin. They were childhood friends that were inseparable. Taehyung is majoring in Fine Arts and was the most eccentric it could get. He had blue hair and looked like a god. But he was the kindest person on earth too so that made him have a lot of girls swooning over him. As for Jimin he was majoring in Performative Arts and was head of the football team, he was the quarterback since his first year and that made him be the most popular boy in the entire university in a glimpse of eyes. Now, despite the both of them being the best of friends, when it came to their social circles, they didn’t belong to the same areas and even thought their interest were almost the opposite, they would always talk and support each other on everything.

“And then!” Taehyung almost screamed from the excitement of the conversation. “The little seagull just flew right from the under the barrel and next to the bigger ones and I was getting so soft but then the video stopped and it switched to that meme from Nemo where all the seagulls are saying fish!” “Fish fish fish fish fish!” Both boys started singing like it had happened in the movie. “Why did you stop?” Taehyung asked after a couple of ‘fish’ when he realized he was doing it alone. “Look, there’s Deo. Let’s go to her.” Jimin said cheerfully walking to the girl that was stuffing a book in her locker. “Good morning baby!” “Morning!” She said smiling widely, giving him a tight hug. “Oh… hi.” Deo added once she noticed Taehyung standing behind the other boy. “Hey!” He smiled awkwardly. “Oh c’mon guys, you already know each other, no need to be shy!” Jimin chuckled lightly, pushing his friends a bit closer together. “Hmm… sure! How’s everything going?” “Good!” Deo said almost immediately, as she turned again to her locker to grab her book. “Well, I gotta get to class. See you.” She said after slamming her locker door and throwing a death glare to Jimin, she left. “Ooooook! So are we seeing that movie tonight or what?” "That was weird... She looked weird don't you think?" Jimin basically spoke to himself. "But yes! We are! What movie?" He smiled sheepish lost in the conversation. “I don’t know, you are the friend not me.” Taehyung said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Bro! I told you about it five times already- the vintage one, noir.” "Ohh! That's right! Yeah, we can watch it tonight!" “Ok then, but don’t forget!” He said with warning eyes. “Gotta go, I’m probably late again.” “I’ll be there!” Jimin screamed and his friend was already walking so he decided to also go to his class. For the popular boy, he was suddenly left abandoned by his two best friends and one of them was clearly mad at him but to him it wasn’t that clear so he still had to do something about that.

Nearby, Hyori, Jungkook and Hoseok were sitting in the lounge. The morning sun was so pleasing that the latter made them sit outside to enjoy some vitamin C. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for Jungkook to vent his problems. He knew he could talk to his friends whenever, but sometimes they were too hyped to listen.

“I just don't understand the need for her to call me virgin boy. What's her deal after all? She doesn't even know me." Jungkook let out frustrated. The day hadn't even started and the words ‘virgin boy’ had already hunted him in the halls. "I don't know Gguk, maybe you just need to let it go. Focus on something else?" Hobi suggested. "She just started it out without no apparent reason?" Hyori finally said something. "Apparently. We have some classes together and I know she lives in my building but I don't remember any interaction we may had? She just started calling me like that after a class and when I noticed, it was running the college." He said in a pout. "Ok either you did something and you're just not remembering because boys never pay attention enough or she just likes to rile you up and it's working." Hyori added. “I don’t think I did?” Jungkook basically asked thinking of their interactions. “Maybe she has a crush?” Hoseok shrugged and Jungkook looked to Hyori. He needed her girl intuition. "That's an option yes! Who is she anyway?" Hyori asked already super curious. She loved and lived for a good gossip. "I don't know how to explain it to you. She has purple hair." Jungkook said like it was impossible for Hyori not to know who the girl was by that description. "Here, this is her social media." Hobi passed her the phone. "Really good description." He teased to Jungkook who huffed. 

"Ok… isn't this the girl that dates that trouble maker? The radio guy? She seems bad news" Hyori said as she scrolls down Carolina’s posts. "I know for a fact they are always on that radio booth together, only God knows doing what." "So what should I do? About the whole virgin boy thing..." "I don't know… tell her to stop?" "He already tried that and failed..." Hobi sighed. "Maybe you just have to do the same. If she starts teasing you, tease back?" "That's a good option… I mean the worst that can happen is her boyfriend beating you up but he's way smaller than you so you have a chance. Or she will beat you up… either way, someone needs to teach them a lesson, it was about time" the girl said.  "He wouldn't have a chance. He is way smaller than me." Jungkook said emphasizing in the smaller. "If she kicks my ass you and Deo have to step in, I can't hit a girl." Jungkook laughed. "Listen I would throw my chemistry books at her for you but if she runs for my head please do something! I'm not good at one on one and just by her face she seems like she would break my neck" “Guys! What violent nonsense is this?” Hoseok said getting up front his chair. “Off to class the both of you!” "Wha-" Jungkook started but was immediately cut off by Hobi again. "I'll see you at lunch!" "Let's go virgin boy! Can't arrive late and ruin my perfect academy life." Hyori said also getting up and let out a laugh once she heard Jungkook complain behind her.

As the group parted ways, Hyori walked in a fast pace to her class. She hated being late but the conversation with Jungkook and Hoseok took more of her time than she was expecting and she couldn’t afford to lose any word that left the teacher’s mouth. When she got to her biology class, there were only a couple of seats vacant and she took the one that were nearest to the teacher’s table. That way she could still record the class and take her notes. She was in the middle of a way too long sentence when someone tapped on her shoulder. When she turned around, she saw Jeonghan, a boy from her class she wished she knew a lot better but never had the guts to go and talk to him.

“Sorry, can I take a peek of your notebook? I can’t keep up the pace with her.” He smiled sheepishly. “Sure! Can you see like this?” She said turning her notebook a little to his side but at the same time trying to hide how red her cheeks already were. “Yeah, that’s perfect!” He smiled sweetly. The class continued but now Hyori was a little out of focus. She could still catch some words but the fact that Jeonghan was almost breathing down her neck was making her lose her senses and the only thing on her mind was the smell of his cologne. “Hey, it’s Hyori right?” He asked leaning against the table as Hyori was packing her stuff. "Yes! That's right!" "Thanks for the help during class! You were a great help really." He smiled as he scratched the back of his neck. "I was thinking, if you aren't too busy maybe we could study together or something? After class?" "Oh it was nothing!" She smiled nervously "Sure, that would be great! Just say where and when." "Can I have your number? I have practice after class but we can check our schedules and set a date?" He said already taking his phone out of his pocket. "Of course! I have some tutoring to do as well, but sure, we'll manage" She laughs and he hands her his phone where she types her number. "I already gave you a ring so you can have my number as well. I'll text you later Hyori!" He said grabbing his backpack and smiling widely to her, walking towards the door. “Bye!” Hyori called out and then she let out a long sigh she didn’t even realized she was holding. Boy, she was starstruck.

As Hyori left her class she immediately spotted Jungkook in the crowd and walked up to him. Hobi was probably already waiting for them in the cafeteria. It was pizza day. No one could push them away from there. But unlike them, there were another group that preferred to eat outside. Not because of the fresh air but because they enjoyed the quietness of the bleachers. It was unusual for people to have lunch there so they had maybe half an hour to eat in peace before the field would be filled with youngsters that wanted to lay down or play some ball.

“Hey losers!” Carolina said coming by alongside Yoongi. The boy had this tired look on his face like he had gone to bed too late, and he probably did. “Where were you this morning? I didn’t even see you” Jin - the oldest of the group and also Carolina's house mate - said. “I have class at eight remember? I don’t have your easy senior life” She replied sitting down next to Taehyung. He was currently sketching something on his journal, not really paying attention to the conversation. “After all this years i deserve a break don’t you think?” The oldest said chuckling. “Not really” “Well, talk in two years about that and you’ll see” “Where’s Namjoon?” Yoongi asked for the first time making everyone even Taehyung look around for their friend. “Is he sick or something?” Carolina asked. “I gave him a ride this morning...” Yoongi added. “He’ll probably show up in a few” Jin said returning his attention to the sandwich he was eating. “I saw him in the cafeteria earlier” Taehyung said still drawing “I think his class ends a little after ours” “Oh there he is!” Carolina pointed looking behind Jin. Namjoon had a fast pace and his hands were full with large books. And although he was a little clumsy, he was a true catch. “Guys!!!” He called out with his dimple smile “Did you heard it?!” “What? What happened this time?” Yoongi asked a little uninterested drinking his coffee. “Did you hear that rumor about JK being a virgin? Do you think it’s true? Like- he’s a nice kid but who is still a virgin in college?!” Namjoon said sitting down and almost falling down of the bleachers if it wasn’t for Jin holding him. “Really? I though he had a girlfriend or something... I think Jimin mentioned it once” Taehyung added to the conversation. “Ya, why do we even care? Let the kid be” Yoongi said taking a bite of Carolina’s sandwich. “What would Jimin know though?” Carolina said to Taehyung “And besides, he uses this purity ring on his finger all the time” “Like the Jonas brothers?” Jin asked incredulous. “Yep, he’s the fourth member for sure” “That was even a thing?” Namjoon asked a little lost. “And you seem to know a lot about the subject” Yoongi said with a smirk looking to Carolina “Odd” “I know because he has some classes with me that’s all” “Let’s ask him today on the way home!” Jin suggested “Maybe his father is a preacher” “No, his father is a designer, I know him” Taehyung said casually. “Oh” Namjoon let out like he was disappointed with the outcome. “Ok but guys-“ Carolina said cutting the subject “Can we discuss the fact that Jin was caught trying to wear my bra yesterday?!” “I SAID I WAS JUST DOING AN EXPERIMENT!!!” Seokjin bursted. “He was probably trying to open it with one hand only... you know, for practice” Yoongi said in a monotone. “Dude, you could have said that, I would help” Taehyung offered. “Wow” Carolina said. “That’s some... kinky shit right there” Namjoon pointed out eating his lunch.

The group can seem a little odd to the outside viewers but they all had a lot in common. Carolina and Taehyung had practically been raised together, their parents were friends for a lifetime and to top that they were neighbours. When she came to college though, her schedule didn’t match his, so she wandered around in some clubs trying to spend some time and also to try and find someone to share her apartment with. She would share it with Taehyung, but unfortunately to her he was already doing so with Park Jimin, his best friend. Already on her first week she got lucky to somehow end in a vintage game conference and ended up meeting Jin, a senior in the college who was desperate to get out of the campus dorm and that somehow knew Taehyung. She didn’t have to think much about it to rent her spare room to him, and yes, he was a guy, but her parents were pretty open minded and if he knew Taehyung... well that was a major plus. On her second week she met Namjoon, a nice and shy guy that was friends with Seokjin and usually would sit with them to grab some lunch. She only discovered he was the son of the dean a month later when her group ended up in a mess (a thing they would do a lot!). Yoongi was a different case... she met him because fate once more moved to her favor. In the building she lived, there were more apartments and one of them belonged to Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook (the virgin boy according to Carolina who may or may not have spread that rumor out). How she discovered that? Well, Jin asked Namjoon for a ride but turned out that Yoongi was the driver. He was a tough one to crack at first but once she discovered they had the same music taste, they became really close. She would mostly spend her days skipping classes at the radio station of the college, where Yoongi was the main dj. In college they would mainly hangout in the bleachers, because it was sunny and pretty far of the rest of the college population. If it was a cold or rainy day, well, they would go to the lounge area to chill and eat something. If it was after classes, always Jin and Carolina’s apartment since they tried it once at Yoongi’s (he isn’t much of going out of the house) but Carolina arrived and Jungkook was casually eating cereals in his pajamas and well, let’s just say she didn’t understood why he was there in the first place. Despite them being super tired already, the day continued on and they still had a couple of classes in the afternoon. The sun made them feel sleepy so when they had to get up to go to class, it seemed more like a herd of zombies walking down the halls. The boys had this protective habit of walking Carolina to her class and once she entered the door they would all disperse, going on with their lives.

Carolina had decided to take her usual trip to the broom closet. She gained this habit in her first week and it became more and more regular when some sketches started to appear on the walls and on the door. It intrigued her. As far as she knew, she was the only habitant of the broom closet in the arts department and those drawings felt like gifts and the smell of cigarettes made it more appealing each time. She was dying to find whom it could be. Unfortunately for her, she had to return to her class of photography. She wasn’t really excited today. What was the point of having a class like that and not photograph? She didn’t need to know how many pixels there were in how many centimeters so, inspired by the sketches in the broom closet, she scribbled on her own notebook. And everything was fine until she heard 'pop quiz next week' coming out from the teacher's mouth. Her mind began racing and she looked around to see from whom she could manage to get some info for the quiz. She really had no choice.

“Psstt, virgin boy!” Carolina called out to Jungkook. Despite unfamiliar, he was the more familiar face she had in that class. Once he turned around, she continued. “Can you borrow me your notebook real quick?” She whispered to him. “Why?” He asked, genuinely confused. They weren’t friends and for what he remembered not even once she was nice to him. “Dude, just help me out. I have zero things written down.” He looked at her not following why she would care and he was about to speak but shut his mouth. “Fine, but you owe me one.” He passed her his notebook that she grabbed firmly, not letting go of his gaze. “That’s not how it works virgin boy.” He couldn’t help but snort. He was so tired of the virgin boy rumor and he was 100% sure she was the one spreading it. He just didn’t know why. “Uhuh, just hurry up.” “If I want to.” Carolina teased harder. “So what? You’re keeping my notebook?” He arched his eyebrow, a smirk showing in his lips. “Why? Is there something here I can’t see?” She asked, interest and curiosity rising from what secrets she could find in his book. “Browse away, but if you just want to keep something mine, I can bring you a sweater. At least is comfier.” He teased. “Is that you flirting with me, virgin boy?” She pressed on his new nickname, making him snort once again. “You wish. Just hurry,” he turned back to the board. “or neither of us will pass the pop quiz next week. I need to write down what she’s saying.” “Here.” She said taking the last picture and handing him the notebook. “And hurry up writing it down cause I need the rest of it!” Once the class was over, Jungkook gathered his things and left. He had volleyball practice tonight so he wanted to go home and rest but as he was about to leave the main hall he heard someone call his name. “Hey, virgin boy! You forgot the rest of the notes.” Carolina said almost skipping to catch him. “Really? I think I got everything she said.” He played dumb. “No dumbass, you forgot to pass them on to me.” “Oh, I don’t think I did.” “But you did.” Carolina pushed back and he smirked. “Nope.” “Seriously, can you just stop this... thing and give me the notes? I really need them and you’re the most organized one so far” “Well maybe if you were nicer and stopped calling me virgin boy…” “Oh so it affects you that much huh?” She narrowed her eyes looking at him, trying to figure out if he was a virgin or not. "You are the one losing here sweetheart. Anyway, you still have a week." He turned around ready to leave but was stopped. “Woah!” Carolina held his arm. “First of all, you should work on that pet name thing virgin boy, ‘sweetheart’ is a major turn off... but anyways! Just-“ She let out a long sigh. “Borrow me your notes, I swear I’ll be quick” “Not today.” He got loose of her hold and started walking towards the exit. “Fine. Just know that I’m kinda resentful sometimes.”

As Jungkook walked off, Carolina was ready to punch someone into a locker but she knew there was no use in getting in trouble over him. Instead she was planning on wasting all her rage at the volleyball practice later on. The halls were all empty and Namjoon found himself wandering through the corridor he already knew like the back of his hand. He wasn’t in the mood for how the rest of his day was about to end but he also knew there was no use in postponing this any further, so he walked into the dean’s office – or better yet, his dad’s office. 

“Son, you’re lat- what clothes are those?” Dean Kim frowned immediately as soon as he saw the clothes his son was wearing. “My going out clothes? Why? There’s something wrong?” He asked looking at himself, from head to toe. “I told you this dinner was important, I needed you in more formal attires.” He said sternly. “I don’t have anything more formal than this dad… I’m just in college.” Namjoon sighed, trying to contain his temper from coming out. “And besides, nobody will even notice me, I’m sure!” He added trying to lighten the mood. “Either way, we don’t have time to change now. Your mother is coming too so we’ll have to go pick her up.” He said without even looking at his son, already picking up his briefcase. “Mom is coming? Why?” “Because it looks better in the pictures if she’s there.” He paused. “You already know these stuff.” “No, I don’t. I don’t know why you two have to keep pretending… Don’t you see it’s a burden for mom?” Namjoon said sadly. It hurt his heart to see his mom sad and for a lot of years, that was the only look he seen in her face. “I don’t think this matter really concerns you.” He said in a cold tone. “Yes it does dad. God!” Namjoon let out frustrated, sitting down on one of the puffy chairs. “I’m your son and I have to see this act go on and how it hurts all of us… This is not right. Can’t we just- I don’t know… Let’s just go the two of us.” “I already said. This is not up for discussion. Since when do you stand up to my word? Those friends of yours…” The dean basically spat. He didn’t approve of his son’s friends ever since the first time they all came into his office for a prank they pulled and the hole cafeteria had to be evacuated. “This has nothing to do with my friends. I stand up for what is right and you would know that if you paid more attention to the real me, not the perfect son you created in your mind.” “Why can’t you just have a good record, study hard so that you have a bright future?! I just want what is best for you. One day you’ll realize that.” “And I do that. I study hard, I have great grades. The only thing lacking for you is appearances.” Namjoon spat, hurt by his father’s words. “You could dress better. You look like a delinquent in those baggy clothes. I’ll ask your mother to take you out shopping soon. Now we have to go.” “Sure thing… dad.” Namjoon said in a quitting tone, following his father to the car.

He just wanted this night to end but it hadn’t even started. Ever since he was little, he doesn’t remember a moment where his mother was truly happy with his father. Since early, she decided it would be best to be a stay-at-home mom and take care of Namjoon and his little sister. Mr. Kim was making more than enough money being an university dean to take care of the whole family so why work? But that made Namjoon's mom become more and more unhappy and she didn’t have the strength to get away from the depending relationship she had with her husband. When she finally managed to find herself a job and ask for divorce, Mr. Kim found a way to continue controlling her. After all, what kind of strong and powerful family is one that isn’t able to hold a marriage? Namjoon just wanted to see his mom happy but it was still far from being capable of such things.

As Namjoon's continued to go disastrously, Jungkook and Carolina were already at their volleyball practice and coach decided it would be a good idea to mix the teams up. Boys and girls all against each other. Unfortunately, Jungkook wasn’t lucky enough to be put in the same team as Carolina and she had a lot of anger inside that she needed to let out and what better way than smashing some balls? Coach even said he wished she could play with the boy’s team this Saturday due to how roughly and determinedly she was playing. That was until she finally managed to throw a ball directly into Jungkook's face, that made him go straight to the floor with a bloody nose. He didn’t thought he could have such an impact on the girl. It were just some stupid notes... how would she react like if she was dumped? He thought that to himself and decided it was better to do some peace offerings after practice. So when the time came to hit the lockers, he got ready as fast as he could and waited for her to get out. In all ways, he found the situation funny that she could be so uptight.

"So I guess practice wasn't good enough to unload your rage?" Jungkook asked with a grin on his face, grabbing Carolina's arm since she decided to pretend he didn't exist. “Better take your hands off if you don’t wanna see what’s left of that rage” "Oh c'mon are you seriously mad because I didn't give you my notes?" He almost snorted. "Yes I am” She said serious. "I can give them to you if it would stop your hulk mode." “No need” "I see you also have a big pride" He teased harder. “No I just have an intolerance to bitchy people. Now if you’ll excuse me” She said, starting to walk away. "I don't actually." He grabbed her arm once more, making her spin back to him. "I'm the bitchy one? Really?" "What do you even want, virgin boy? Tell me cause I’m kinda losing my patience here” Carolina said. She was close to losing her temper and even closer at punching him in the face. "You are the one acting like a child and you have the guts to say I'm bitchy. You need to swallow that temper of yours. If you want the notes just tell me instead of this." Jungkook said, done with her way of talking, making her laugh acidly. "Listen, sweetheart, i asked you once maybe twice for the notes, i won’t ask for them again. And the one being childish is clearly you. You came to offer your notes, I said no, but for some reason you don’t let me go” She never once lost eye contact, done with his behavior. “I call that childish behaviour. Either you state what you want or leave me be” "Fine." Jungkook snorts and leaves.

Jungkook was pissed off so as soon as he got home, he got inside his room and decided it was best to just sleep. On the other hand, on campus, Hyori was trying hard to study for one of her upcoming exams but her phone and a boy was keeping her unfocused.  Deo was on her bed, trying to read a book she had just bought but the constant beeping was making her stress and although she didn’t want to pry, she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

“Why is your phone always beeping?” Deo asked. Hyori’s phone had been beeping for the past half hour nonstop and it wasn’t the usual routine the girl would do when she studied. “Oh!” She says turning around to face her roommate, a blush already creeping in her cheeks. “It’s just this boy from my bio class.” “A boy?” Deo asked putting down her book and crossing her legs in the bed, paying full attention to the conversation now. “It’s no big deal so don’t make a big deal out of it! But yes, he’s cute and his name is Jeonghan.” “How can I not make a big deal out of this when you say he’s cute and you’re putting your studies on pause to answer him?” Deo said overly excited. “What are you talking about?” “Seriously, it’s no big deal. He’s just super friendly that’s all.” Hyori let’s out a laugh, a nervous one. “If somehow it happens to be something more, I will let you know, don’t worry.” “Do you have a date yet?” The smaller girl wiggled her eyebrows teasingly making Hyori roll her eyes but laugh right after. “What’s up with you though? I could see you furrowing your brows and thinking hard on your bed.” She said more serious now. “It’s just this book… so intriguing.” “I’m sure it is…” Hyori said eyeing the girl to see if she could figure her out. “You know what’s funny? I have like a million texts of Jimin asking me why you won’t talk to him.” “He is such an annoying ass.” Deo whispered more to herself. “You know his friend, Taehyung?” “The artsy one?” Hyori asked raising her eyebrow. “Yeah, the one with blue hair. You know I can’t stand him and today Jimin just came to me with him like ‘oh hey guys you are best friends!’ No we’re not!!” Deo let out a long and hard sigh. “It pisses me off. He already knows I don’t like him but he keeps pushing.” “And why is that exactly? That you don’t like him?” "I can't believe you're going to analyze me now... I think you should drop out of psychology” Deo said trying to ease the mood but Hyori’s face stayed still. “Well, first of all, he's a weirdo. Just the other day he came to Jimin saying that the light bill was getting too high that he needed to watch out for the lights he forgot to turn off. Bro, we live in the dorms!" She rolled her eyes, annoyed of thinking back to that moment. "And the real reason I think it is because I'm jealous?" “Jealous of Jimin or… Taehyung?” Hyori asked in a suggesting tone and made Deo snort. “Why would I be jealous of Taehyung?!” She asked confused. “Of Taehyung… for no big deal. Now, of Jimin… well, the way I see it, maybe you’re having a moment of ‘why this loopy head guy is messing with my emotional’?” “I don’t see it… I just don’t understand why Jimin likes him so much. I mean, I’m his best friend too! I should be enough… I know it’s not fair.” “Yes, he’s a little- how can I say… weird? Out of the box? Anyways, he can be that but he is kinda funny in his own way… And Jimin speaks highly of him, he’s always saying he’s a great friend and moral support, so even if you don’t like the dude, just maybe tolerate him for Jimin? You know you love Jimin.” “I smiled at the dude today!” Deo said in defeat. “I won’t be disrespectful towards him because that wasn’t how I was raised but I can’t stand his face.” “That’s either called love or pure ‘I want to have sex with you’ you know?” Hyori said with a big smirk in her face. “How- I don- Ok you know what! Just go back to studying and texting the cute boy.” Deo said sticking her tongue out to her and picking back her book. “Ok scratch that, it’s more ‘I madly want to have sex with him’” She laughs lightly. “But hey, I’m not judging! The dude is weird but is super handsome!” “I DON’T WANT TO!” Deo protested, throwing a pillow at the other girl’s head. "And you know what? The girls I'm tutoring said pretty good stuff about him too… his hands are THAT big for a reason" Hyori continued teasing. “DUDE!” Deo hid her face in one of her pillows, flustered. “Do you think he’s good at it though? Because he has the fame but you never know.” “Oh I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s doing.” “I think you are the one who has a crush huh? Loopy is your type then?” “Loopy is super handsome yes, but I’m more of a smartass kind of girl.” Hyori said, slowly in the last part, thinking of what her type would be. “Loopy is more your type really.” “Just… don’t ok! And don’t give Jimin any ideas. And stop having ideas too!” “Will you start talking to Jimin again?” “Yes… you know I can’t stay mad for long.” “Then it’s a secret.” She winked and laughed hard right after because Deo pretended to throw her book to her head like she did with the pillow.

But that talk really made Deo think. It wouldn’t be fair for Jimin to wait until the next morning for them to talk again and it shouldn’t be something done by the phone either. So she decided to drop by their dorms. Hoseok was the hall security so that wouldn’t be a problem for her to reach their door. She put on some sweat pants and went out with her pj shirt. Who cared? She knocked on their door and soon it opened. It was Jimin.

“Hey, sorry to drop by this late…” Deo started and Jimin immediately involved her in a big hug. “I should be the one giving the hug you know.” She chuckled. “Why were you mad at me today?” Jimin asked with a pout. “Can you…” she pointed at the door signaling him to close it and he did so. “I just- I’m sorry. I was being childish just because I’m jealous of all the attention you give Taehyung. I promise I’ll work harder to be nice to your friend.” “You could’ve just stopped at the sorry but I’ll make you keep the last part!” He gave her a big smile when she rolled her eyes. “You are an ass.” She said trying to maintain a straight face but failed miserably. “Do you wanna come in? We were just watching a movie!” Jimin said already opening the door and turning to Taehyung. Somehow they managed to hang an old projector in one of the walls over the bed and were watching the movie like they were in the cinema. They had popcorn and everything. “Oh no! I look like shit! These are my pjs!” “Hey Taetae, look! Deo is here!” “Hey there!” Taehyung gives a little wave with his hand. “Bro can I press play already? I hate to pause it in the middle of an important dialogue.” He looked frustrated to Jimin. “Sorry!” He turned to Deo once more. “Do you wanna watch the move with us?” “Oh I don-“ “Effort remember?” Jimin almost whispered to her. “Sure. Do you mind?” Deo asked now to Taehyung. “It’s ok, but please don’t make me back up to the beginning of the movie.” “I won’t!” She said almost rising her hands up. “I’m clicking play already! Shut the lights Jimin!” Taehyung said turning his attention to the screen. “Go sit!” Jimin ordered Deo, pointing to the bed but she stood still. She didn’t want to have to sit in the middle of the boys. “C’mon!!” “Popcorn?” Taehyung asked, pushing the bowl towards her. All she could think about was that silly conversation she had with Hyori about his hand and she found herself blushing from the thoughts that crossed her mind with the boy right next to her. “No, I’m good…. But thanks.” As someone who didn’t care much about hands and their beauty, she had to admit, his hands were just something. “I want!” Jimin said breaking the imaginary tension and shoving his hand down the bowl and taking a hand full straight to his mouth. For the rest of the movie, Taehyung kept on making comments about the hole aesthetic of the movie while the other two remained in silence, watching. Once it ended, they decided they would enjoy the final credits and the music that came in, Jimin already had his head on Deo's lap and was close to falling asleep because she had been playing with his hair for the longest time. "See? This is the kind of movies that make me regret chosing performative arts." Deo said after a big sigh, with a frown in her face. “Why?” Taehyung turned his body so that he was facing her directly. "Oh well... there's a lot of things I like to do and it gets hard to having to choose only one to do. It's like choosing between kids you know? I like photography, but I also like dancing and singing and I also really like movies so how am I suppose to pick one?" “It’s not that hard if you are open minded enough to be a lot of people at the same time. I don’t think I want to do just one thing for the rest of my life...” "I don't think that either but I meant more like in learning. These majors are too expensive for me to take every single one I like." “Hm.. you just have to choose the one you identify yourself most, not thinking you will be giving up the others. That’s what I think” Taehyung said after a long time of looking at the ceiling, thinking. "That's a good way of thinking" “Why are you so quiet?” Taehyung asked curious to Jimin. It wasn't much like him to be quiet. "Oh no reason! I was just thinking along with your conversation! When I was little I used to get picked on a lot by my family because I liked to dance but I also like football so anything is possible. I'm having the best of both worlds." He chuckles. “Yeah, I remember” Taehyung laughs along with him, thinking about those moments from their childhood. "So yeah, anything is possible" Jimin said getting up from Deo's lap just to pinch her nose right after. "As long as you work hard for it!" "That's also a good way of thinking. Never knew you could be that wise Jimin." Deo said teasingly. "But anyway, it's getting late so I should get going." “Working hard remembers me of the review I have to write due tomorrow” Taehyung sighed, making the others laugh. “There’s never a chill out moment without paperworks to do after” "Do you need me to walk you to your dorm?" Jimin asked to Deo. He didn't like it when she would wander around campus late at night. "Oh no! Thanks for the popcorns" She said to Taehyung as she got out of the bed. "Sure, anytime!" Taehyung showed off his boxy smile. "See you tomorrow babe." Deo put herself on her tiptoes and gave Jimin a tight hug, walking to the door right after.

 > Day 2 <

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NSFW from an aged up Narancia :0 plssss. Maybe something like, he gets Mad at you for anything, and when you come up to him to solve it (because he is your best friend and was acting really weird lately) things get heated 🌚🌚

Hello, dear anon! Oh boy, this was my first smut scenario ever, I hope it’s ok! And, since it wasn’t specified, I went with a fem s/o. Hope it’s fine!Note: Narancia here is aged up, so absolutely in age. Don’t hit me with nsfw on minors, please

(Under the cut for NSFW!)

You and Narancia knew each other since years. You had joinedPassione just few months after him. You went from being a starving homeless tobeing an official member with a stand of the most powerful gang of all Italy.

Out of the small team you were assigned to, Narancia was themost friendly. You had the same age as him and his cheerful and funny attitudeenraptured you immediately. After almost a year wandering in the streets allalone, his warm presence was a balsam for your wounded soul.

You fought side by side many times, learning your respectivecombact styles, mended your wounds and watched each other’s back. You hangedout together a lot, wandering through the market stalls, stealing and apple ora peach and running away when you got caught, even if it rarely happened,laughing ‘till you were out of breath.

You became best friends in a matter of weeks. He was yourrock and confident and you really couldn’t image your life without him.

Years passed and the gang noticed how close you andAerosmith’s user were. Sometimes Mista joked about you being “lovely-dovey”,when you were chilling in a cuddle pile or hugging each other. The first timesyou both yelled at Mista to mind his business, but now you found yourselfblushing at the thought of being “lovely-dovey” with him. Narancia wasstrangely silent, and loosened his grip on you, a faint blush on his cheeks,and almost couldn’t look in your eyes.

You really hadn’t thought about him in that way. He wasyour best friend… or maybe more?

Everything changed the day of his 21th birthday. You stormedin his room like usual, ready to drag him out to party, but his room was empty.You blinked, confused.

“Nara?” you called, searching for him. He was already prettyweird since few weeks, but something like this never happened before. Worryclenched your gut as you sprinted out the HQ, searching for him. You ran to allyour favourite spots, but he seemed to be vanished in thin air.

You suddendly remembered that, on his birthday, he alwayspayed a visit to his beloved mother’s grave. You turned on your heels and ranat the graveyeard at maximum speed.

You stopped dead on your tracks when you saw that Naranciawas there, yes, but not alone. He was yelling to an older man who you didn’tknow.

Narancia was screaming and, to your utter stupor, hot tearsrolled down his cheeks.

“You let her die! You would have let me die as well! Younever cared about mom or me, and now you want to play good dad? You’re 21 yearslater!” he shouted, staring at his, apparently, dad’s stern face.

“It’s not too late for you, Narancia. You can still besaved. You can come home and stop being a mafioso, you can have a normalli-“

“I don’t want to! They’re my family! I’ll never leavethem and I’ll be out of mafia just as a corpse!” Narancia’s father’s eyebrowstwitched and his mouth thinned in a cold and bitter line that made you shiver.

“You were always been a stupid child. An ignorant and stupidchild. No surprise, you’re like your mother.” Your eyes widened when you sawthe shimmer of his folding knife and you ran towards them the exact moment whenNarancia charged for his father.

“Nara, no!” you yelled, putting yourself in his tracks.Narancia’s eyes widened and he stopped himself just at few centimeters fromyou. You grimaced, feeling a little pain coming from your forearm, where theknife had scratched you.

“What are you doing here?” he growled, his eyes full of rageand hatred. You put your hands on his, loosening his grip on the knife.

“It’s not worth, Nara. Don’t stain your hands with hisblood.” You murmured, trying to calm him down. Narancia gritted his teeth,turning his face away from you.

“This is not your business.” He spat, freeing his hands fromyours and running away. You stayed still, in deep shock. You didn’t even hearthe other man’s voice, but you snapped when you registered “friend of that stupidboy.”.

“Shut up, you asshole!” you hissed, finally running toNarancia. You catched him almost at the HQ and you screamed his name. Naranciastopped dead and you almost bumped on him.

“You shouldn’t have seen it nor get involved.” He murmuredin a quiet and dangerous tone that made you shiver.

“I… I’m sorry, Nara. I couldn’t let you kill your father.”Your eyes sting and your vision was blurred by hot tears.

“You know nothing. Don’t you dare to judge me or my actions.He deserved to die, and you fucking stopped me!” he roared, finally snapping.You twitched, trying to reach his hand, but he put himself out of reach.

“Leave me alone.” He growled, entering the HQ. You stayedstill for a long time, not able to move or even think.

It was so wrong.

Your heart ached like it never did. Why? You had have reallyclose friends and you had argued with them, but you never felt so utterlydestroyed.

Was this a broken heart?

You hide in your room for all the evening and the followingday, faking a cold. At the third day, however, Bruno himself came to talk toyou.

“Y/N, I know you don’t have a cold, as much as Naranciadoesn’t have bubonic plague, as he’s saying. I think you should talk and solveyour problems. You can’t hide forever.” He calmly said to your curled form,before closing gently the door. You sighed heavily, recognizing the truth inBruno’s words, and you slowly got up, leaving the blanked behind you. Yousoftly patted to Narancia’s bedroom and lightly knocked. No answer.

“Nara? It’s me. Please…” you pleaded, with a sad tone. Stillno answer. You chose, then, to enter without his permission.

The room was enveloped in a cold penumbra. You could seeNarancia’s form under the blankets, unmoving.

You approached him, sitting on the edge of his bed. Hesquirmed, when you touched him, and you sighed again, defeated.

“I’m sorry, Nara. I’m really sorry. I should have minded mybusiness… I didn’t want you to do something you could have regretted. I… I wantjust the best for you, I can’t stand to see you sad… but I was nosy and Ishouldn’t have to. I’m sorry.” You rambled, sniffling. Narancia shifted andreached for your right arm. A thin slash, caused by his knife, marred it.Narancia brushed it with his thumb, finally emerging from under the blankets.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I am the one who’s sorry.” Hemuttered, his eyes on the slash.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I shouldn’t havesnapped at you, I shouldn’t have been so horrible and… and God I’ve woundedyou, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he stuttered, pressing his forehead on yourforearm, dampening it with tears.

“I wouldn’t know what to do without you, Y/N, I’d be lost…”he openly cried, desperately hugging you. You crashed on him, crying as well,hiding your face in his neck.

He nuzzled your face, kissing your hair and forehead,muttering apologies on apologies. You were so overwhalmed by relief that youstarted to kiss back his face, his watery eyelids, his adorable nose, his plumplips.

He froze, widening his eyes. After few seconds, you cameback to yourself and froze as well, breaking the kiss.

“Nara, I… I…”

“You meant it?” he murmured, staring deeply in your stillteary eyes. You blushed deeply, nodding shily. You couldn’t deny your feelingsanymore: they were too obvious.

“Thank God.” He whispered, before kissing you again. You stumbled,clinging to him, not believing it. He felt the same towards you.

He liked you. He loved you.

You closed your eyes, sinking you hands in his silky bangsand pressing yourself on him. Narancia kissed you back eagerly, hugging youimpossibly tight, happy beyond imagination.

He pressed his forehead on yours, smiling brightly at you,giving some pecks on your lips and face and jaw.

“Since when did you… you feel like that?” he nuzzled hisface in your neck, kissing it devotely. He was always handsy and full of enthusiasmtowards physical affection and you couldn’t complain less.

“I think since a long time.” You whispered, softly caressinghis chest. You squealed when he nibbled your neck, before giggling softly.

“Too fast?” he watched you with big violet eyes full ofadoration and, you noticed, a hint of lust. You shook your head, giving him akiss and grazing his lower lip with your teeth, muffling his low moan.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do it…” you smiled onhis lips, your eyes full of sincerity and need. He smiled back, a bit shy,squeezing lightly your hips.

“Uh-uh, really, babe?” he went back to your neck, kissing,nibbling and licking it, relishing in your soft sighings and trembling. He lethis hands wander under your shirt, on your navel, up to your breasts.

“Are you really sure? We can st-” his words got lost in amoan, when you grinded on his obvious erection.

“More than sure.” You boldly took your shirt off, gigglingsoftly at the faint blush spreaded on his cheeks.

“C’mon, you can touch.” You spurred, blushing. Narancia torehis gaze away from your breasts and smirked at you with his usual cheerfulnessand, now, with lust.

“If you ask so gently…” he whispered, latching again hismouth on your neck and unclasping, a bit sloppily, your bra.

His mouth wandered on your collarbone, going down to yourbreasts, covered by his warm hands.

“God, you’re so beautiful…” his husky voice made you squirmand grind again, searching for the friction you needed. He groaned, smirkingand licking one of your nipples.

“We’re needy, aren’t we?” he lightly bit your nipple,eagerly welcoming your moans and arched back. His free hand’s fingertipsbrushed your navel, popping the button of your jeans open. You gulped, knowingwhat will come next.

“Already damp?” your cheeks were burning as well as his.

“Stop teasing…” you whimpered and a moment later you winced,feeling his hand under your panties. You crashed on him, bucking your hips onhis hand, searching for more friction, more attentions that he gladly gave you,massaging fervently your clit.

“More…” you whispered on his hear, nibbling not so gentlyhis earlobe. He accomplished, sliding a finger in you, moaning when he feltyour walls clenching arount it. He slipped a second finger, enchanted by themelody of your moans and, when he felt that you were close, a third one. You tooka fist of his hair in your hand and pulled his head up, crashing your lips onhis and muffling your final moan in his mouth. Your hips bucked one last time,before you collapsed on him, breathing heavily with a lazy and satisfied smile.Narancia lovingly kissed your cheek, chuckling.

“What a ride, eh?” you laughed weakly, pulling him in a softkiss.

“And now it’s your turn, big boy.” You smirked, delighted bythe blush on his cheeks and the lust in his eyes.

You mentally noted to thank Bruno, once finished. It wasgoing to be a long and pleasant morning.

[agameofme]

Hiraeth

There’s writing that you have to do--as in, you’re obligated to do it--and then there’s writing that you need to do, as in, it’s just sitting there inside you, weighing you down, gnawing at the inner walls of your mind, needing to be expunged so you can do the writing that you have to do.

This is writing that I need to do so that I can get back to the writing that I have to do.

On a recent afternoon I got off BART at the stop near my home and there were Girl Scouts outside at a little table, selling cookies. In an instant an entire scenario played out in my head. I walked up to them, smiling, expressing enthusiasm about getting to buy some cookies, maybe making a comment about how much we all love Thin Mints, though I bet they hear that all the time. I bought a few boxes, wished them well, and went on my way. But none of this actually happened. Instead I just turned away and started walking toward my apartment. Reason being that I figured if I did, in actuality, approach them with the intent of buying cookies, the fact of my obvious transness might, perchance, have made one of the girls noticeably uncomfortable, or perhaps a parent of one of the girls, and I would pick up on this and then I would feel uncomfortable for having made them uncomfortable, and then the whole exchange would be tinged with awkwardness, and I’d just want to end it as quickly as possible to relieve their discomfort at me and my discomfort at their discomfort, and I’d walk away regretting that I’d put any of us through that. Of course I realize that there’s a chance that these particular young people and their present parents are perfectly comfortable around trans people, that there’d be no fleeting “How do I explain this to my daughter later?” flicker across a mother’s face, no girl hesitating awkwardly, caught in a moment of uncertainty about how to address me. But I can’t know for sure, and so even if I tried to approach the situation with the casual, carefree attitude that I wanted to, the fear of the possibility of things becoming awkward would be rattling around in me so loudly that I couldn’t hide it, and my fear of potential awkwardness would awkwardly poison the whole interaction regardless.

This happens all the time. This is how I live my life.

Last month, Bruno Ganz died. I love Wings of Desire, and his performance in it. Like his angel, Damiel, I sometimes feel like I’m observing life, but not really participating in it. I exist at a remove, wondering what real closeness and connection and participation in life are like. I know they can be wonderful. 

“I wish I could see your face, just look into your eyes and tell you how good it is to be here...to smoke, have coffee, and if you do it together, it’s fantastic.”

The film punctures the lie that time heals all wounds. For many of us, the waiting and waiting and waiting is the wound. 

Bruno Ganz was only a few years older than I am now when he made Wings of Desire. I don’t know why thoughts like that so often occur to me, but they do. I think maybe it’s because I’m so aware of time slipping away from me, time that I never get back, and I really want to start living before I die.

Today, and yesterday, and the day before that, I woke up starving for touch. Often the first thing I’m aware of when consciousness comes to me is a kind of ache in the body, like my skin is the frozen surface of a lake, and there’s warm water far, far below that could bring such relief, but it needs a warm touch on the surface to bring it floating up through the cold, to infuse my skin with life once again. This is one of the ways I am wounded by time.

Anyway, I want to tell you a story.

(Bionic Commando, NES)

It’s actually not about the person I met when I was young, though I wish it was. I’d have only very kind things to say about them, but to write about them would not be a kindness. And so, like so many stories that purport to be about someone else, this is actually a story about the person telling it, and the effect that the other person had on me.

Was I young many years ago, when this story I’m about to tell you happened? I don’t know. I mean, yes, I was, and I am. I’m very young. Young like Yorkie in San Junipero. Her body may be 60 or so, but she’s not really 60, because she’s experienced so little. In the virtual world of San Junipero, she has the freedom to be herself, a young woman looking to form connections and find love for the first time. Even there, her complete lack of experience surprises the woman she clicks with, but still, with Kelly she finds acceptance. She can let her walls down and be honest about who she is, what she’s missed out on her whole life, and what she needs now.

Now I’m physically 42 but really I’m no older than Yorkie. I go on dating sites like Bumble and I can’t help but be extremely aware that I’m very different from most of the queer women on there, not just because I’m trans, and visibly so (though that certainly significantly limits the pool of people who might want to even meet me for coffee), but because I’m so inexperienced, and so guarded, and so aware that it takes a special kind of person to make me feel safe, and able to be honest and real.

Of course, I have had long, close relationships before, but that was before I transitioned, and despite all my efforts to pretend otherwise, there was always a barrier between me and my partners, because those relationships were all predicated on a fiction, the role I tried so hard to play while gender dysphoria carved up my insides. I was profoundly uncomfortable with my body, and didn’t really inhabit it throughout all those years. It was as if my soul was hiding away, trying to make itself as small and as removed as possible from the anguish of reality, possibly curled up into a tight little ball in my left pinky toe, barely present in the real world, always seeking escape into books and songs and movies and video games.

Now I’m uncomfortable with my body for an entirely different reason: it seems to prevent people from seeing me for who I really am. I’m definitely in less pain having transitioned, and there’s a relief in living with the integrity of being honest with the world about who I am, but still, the world can’t see me clearly. I’m misgendered constantly, and because I know I’m not clearly seen by the world, fear factors into every decision I make. I’m never free of it. Do I dress the way I dress because this is how I want to dress, or do I dress the way I dress because I’m trying to make myself invisible, because I’m afraid of drawing potentially hostile attention to myself? I don’t know, and as long as fear remains present, I can’t know.

Whether or not it’s true, I feel as if I exist entirely outside the marketplace of desire as a queer woman, and that the only times people want me are when they see me as something I’m not. One woman I dated briefly repeatedly misgendered me and even admitted to me once that she fantasized about me being a man. One woman made a pass at me by saying that she saw me not as a woman or a man but just as a person. How can I be present in a relationship if I know that I’m being seen and desired expressly as things I feel like I’m not, and not as who I am?

Loneliness is hallmarked by an intense desire to bring the experience to a close; something which cannot be achieved by sheer willpower, or by simply getting out more, but only by developing intimate connections. This is far easier said than done, especially for people whose loneliness arises from a state of loss or exile or prejudice, who have reason to fear or mistrust as well as long for the society of others.

--Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

So. Let’s talk about Alex. 

I’ve written about Alex before. I don’t know if i’ll write about Alex again. Some writers are fond of saying that all of us who write essentially write the same story again and again and again, but I’d like to have a new story to tell. I know Alex wants that for me too.

It was several years ago now that I met them. I was in a weird place at the time, having just gone through an intense defrost cycle on my heart. After focusing on transition and not giving much thought to relationships for many years, I’d had an encounter that made me painfully aware that finding love, closeness, and connection was supremely important to me.

There’s a great deal I can’t tell you about Alex that I wish I could tell you. What I can say is that they just had a particular kind of sincerity about them that put me at ease. Very few people can do that. I didn’t feel the anxiety around them that I feel around so many people. I didn’t mind just existing in silence with them. Time with most people drains my batteries. Time with Alex recharged them.

Alex did and still does things that I admire greatly, and I find them fascinating as a person, and I wanted more than anything to engage in the endless process of getting to know them. In the 1990 Hal Hartley movie Trust, a character asserts that respect, admiration and trust equal love. I don’t know if it’s as simple as that, but I do know that all those ingredients were there.

I could tell that Alex knew what suffering was in their own way, and that they struggled sometimes, which is essential if I’m going to be able to relate to someone, but Alex wasn’t wounded in the same ways or the same places that I was wounded, which is also essential. If you put me next to someone who’s like me, there’s just a chasm between us. All we can do is spin our wheels. Alex was someone I could relate to and understand, and also learn from.

Anyway, it eventually came to pass that Alex knew how I felt, just as I knew that Alex would never see me the way I wanted them to see me. The circumstances of this dual revelation would make for a more symbolically fraught movie scene about the anguish of a lifetime spent feeling invisible than anything I could concoct in a work of fiction, but I won’t go into the particulars. Suffice it to say that the next night, Alex and I met, I guess in the hopes of clearing the air. We sat on Alex’s couch, and Alex put their arm around me.

I suppose that’s the sort of thing you might do if you grow up in a somewhat healthy family that teaches you that your love has value.

The effect it had on me was the feeling of years and years and years of ice melting away, warm water rushing to the surface, my skin and my soul awakened in a way they never had been before. I simultaneously wanted to kiss Alex and to fall asleep in their arms. I wanted to sit there talking and laughing quietly while letting phrases like “I love you” slip out of my mouth, and I wanted to cry, to let loose all the grief that I’d carried around with me for so long and had never been able to share with anyone. I actually did laugh at the sheer wild luck of it all, of finding myself in that moment, and I laughed, too, at the wonderful surprise of discovering, after spending all my life in moments that I couldn’t fully inhabit, that really being there, right there with Alex, was the easiest thing in the world.

If I died tomorrow, and it turned out that, like in Hirokazu Koreeda’s film After Life, I had to choose just one memory to take with me, that would be it, the time I spent in Alex’s arms that night.

When I left, it felt as if the whole world was vibrating. That’s not an exaggeration or some kind of metaphor. I mean that it felt to me as if everything was humming, as if all of existence had become charged with life, or perhaps as if all of existence were always charged with life, and for the first time I could see and feel it, because for the first time I was part of it.

Maybe this is what Sam meant in Gone Home when she said she felt like a shook-up can of soda. Maybe almost everyone experiences something like this when they’re young, and they learn that they can be loved. But I still haven’t learned that. I’m still waiting for my first mutual experience of it. I don’t expect love to mean undergoing a massive spiritual experience every time the person I love touches me. Not at all. I want to get to a point where being held by someone I really like doesn’t feel like winning the goddamn lottery. But when you’ve waited for it for as long as I have, it’s powerful, when it finally happens. I don’t expect love to be grandiose. For the most part, my time with Alex wasn’t grandiose. It was low-key friendly get-togethers, conversations over drinks at bars, playing games together, or just working quietly on our own things in the same place at the same time. That was all it had to be.

Of course, I knew even as I was sitting there with Alex, being brought to life by their warmth and their presence and their touch, that they didn’t mean for it to affect me so profoundly. They were just trying to comfort me, their friend, in the hopes that it might be easier for me to let go, to move on, to just be friends. The next day they texted me and asked me if I was feeling better. What could I say? That the night before had changed my life, that it was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced and that I was, if anything, more full of yearning than ever before, that all I wanted was to hold them and be held by them?

I said that yes, I was feeling better, and left it at that. That was years ago now, and in all the time since, I haven’t met anyone else yet who has felt like a chance to me the way Alex did.

Sometimes some of my friends say that monogamy is bullshit. The people who say this around me, though, are always attractive people for whom love and affection and touch are widely available around the city in or the planet on which they live. When people ask me if I’m poly (as they occasionally do, I suppose because I’m a queer-identified woman living in the San Francisco Bay Area), all I can do is laugh. I can’t even find one person I like and who likes me who I want to know deeply, with whom I feel safe, with whom I can be vulnerable, with whom I can take my time to form a bond of closeness and trust. If my life were completely different, if the world taught me to move with confidence rather than fear, if the world taught me that I was seen rather than invisible, would I be poly then? I can never know the answer to that. We are all shaped by our experiences within the world, the messages the world sends us about ourselves, and if the world sent me different messages about myself, I’d be a different person. But I do resent the attitude among some that polyamory is inherently more enlightened or radical than monogamy. I think that in this world, where people so often use other people and then dispose of them, there’s something radical about ordinary devotion to one person, between two people who know each other deeply, trust each other completely, have seen each other at their worst, and still support and rely on each other.

The other question I get, I guess because of my lack of experience, is whether I might be asexual. But I’m not. When things are firing on all cylinders, I’m definitely sexual. But I really need to feel safe and seen with someone, seen and desired as the woman I am, and the world doesn’t make me feel that way, so it takes time for me to feel that way with an individual. Over and over again on the dance floors of life, I see people seeing each other, desiring each other and being desired, and I feel invisible, and I’m still dancing on my own.

Alex felt like home. I’m still looking for home. Not the exact same kind of home that Alex felt like. Everyone’s love makes a different kind of home. Just a home, one where I feel safe and seen, with someone I trust and respect and admire and can learn from and have fun with and be myself with, a home where I’m inclined to let down the walls that I have spent so long building up. In a world where everything about my life is complicated, feeling the way I did about Alex was the simplest, easiest thing. I know it doesn’t stay that way, but it seems to me like a good place to start.

[cecil-mudokon-defunct]

What are you?

Bleeding again…

It was late at night and Cecil was feeding his divine master. Under the stars next to a crackling fire, Cecil sat with his right arm resting on his knee; his palm facing upward  he was holding a satchel with dried beans to squeeze to keep his flow up. Quizozo sat behind him, his long nails driven in his disciple's lower arm as his other is draped over Cecil’s left shoulder and resting his head against his back.

It had been weeks since Cecil, Jeanine and their son left the village. Quizozo desperate from hunger had started to feed off other villagers. The three of them traveled far to lure the entity away and keep things from escalating. It wasn’t so bad. They found refuge at an abandoned Jaybee campsite from a scouting mission a long time ago. It reminded Cecil of the time he spent as a traveler, and it gave some unique opportunities to bond with his family.

Feeling Quizozo’s weight leaning on him, Cecil noticed the other’s body getting warmer the longer he would be taking blood. A soft moan escaped from his lips as he felt himself energising, but the subtle movement that followed made Cecil wince in pain a bit. “Is everything alright?” The god asked sounding half asleep. “I’m fine… Just, try to stay still, it hurts when you move…” Quizozo then slowly slid his arm down to hold his servant’s waist. Holding on to his stomach gave him less space to move around. “I’m sorry…” Something definitely had changed in him. When Cecil found him not too long after setting up camp, the blood god appeared more like a starving wild animal. Who practically lunged at Cecil to get his meals. But now Quizozo acted more kindly. It almost seemed like he was ashamed of what he had become. He also didn’t act like the divine being he appeared to be at their first meeting. To offer a bit of comfort, Cecil held his brass hand over the other’s. “It’s ok…”

Despite them doing this every night, Quizozo had yet to meet Jeanine or Ray. Cecil thought it’d be too dangerous to let him anywhere near them; not that he wanted to anyway. When feeling him lift his head, Cecil glances over his shoulder; seeing him looking at the camp just a few yards away. He could feel his grip slightly tightening around his body. “What’s on your mind?” Cecil asks. But Quizozo only responds with a deep sigh. “C’mon, you can tell me.” This was already the longest conversation they had. Normally Cecil would just cut his arm open and bleed on the altar. Even after Quizozo started feeding directly, there wouldn't be much talking going on.

“Does she ever ask about me? Your queen?” Cecil chuckled. “Of course she does. You’re the reason we even came out here.” Groaning the god made himself smaller behind his back. “I bet she doesn’t like me very much…” He started to shiver and even forgot to numb Cecil down. “Ow, ow, focus please!” Snapping out of it, Quizozo held his hand still again before sliding his nails out. “I keep forgetting you hurt now…” As he rubbed the puncture wounds they closed rapidly.

Being able to move again, Cecil throws some more sticks to the small campfire as he tries to think up a response to what he was told. “She’s not afraid of you or is angry for what happened.” Quizozo didn’t respond. He kept staring into the fire; his luminous eyes glazing over. It didn’t take long for the god to hang his head. Surprised at how emotional Quizozo got, Cecil scoots a bit closer before reaching out to gently rub his back. “Hey… It’s okay.” As soon as he felt the touch, Quizozo turns around and forces himself into Cecil’s arms. “No.. It’s not! I couldn’t control myself! I- I- I nearly killed people! I am supposed to help them, not attack them!” He buries his face into Cecil’s chest; softly muffling his words. “I am a god, damnit! I- I am…” Unable to think of anything to say, Cecil stays silent and hugs him back. But then he started thinking. If he really was bound to Quizozo like Abe, Bruno and Alaut are to their deities, then how come he had a physical form? Why were they still two separate bodies. Cecil surely didn’t appear to be a vessel to him in the same sense the others are. This didn’t make sense… “Are you sure you are?” Quizozo froze up at that question. Was he? Or is there a secret he had been keeping all this time?

“Of course I am…” He stammered. Not really believing it himself, he presses his eyes shut. “I do wonder… Why did you come here? And how?” Quizozo shivered; holding on to Cecil for dear life. Like he was afraid one of them would go up in smoke if he let go. “You were the first one in centuries to visit my shrine… My first follower in hundreds of years… You woke me up. I gave you your gift and in return you bled for me… Fed me… When you stopped coming back, I was afraid I lost you. That you didn’t need me…” As he spoke, Quizozo’s words grow more desperate in tone. with every passing word getting increasingly breathier, his grip gets so tight, his sharp nails dig in Cecil’s sides. As he felt the sharp stings, he did nothing but try not to make a sound. Afraid Quizozo stopped talking if he did. “I felt my mind unravel. I grew weak again… I refused to go back to sleep!” Digging deeper into the other one’s skin, blood began trickling down from his ribs. In pain, Cecil closes his eyes and takes deep breaths in an attempt to block it out. “I had to find you… I couldn’t let myself fade back into darkness… So with my last strength I fashioned a body out of my shrine’s statue and began looking…” As his words calmed, so did his grip. “I changed. By creating this abominable state for myself, I renounced my divinity.. So no… I’m not a god anymore.” A moment of silence passed as both of them let what’s been said sink in. “Then, what are you?” Quizozo thought about it but couldn’t come up with anything other than “A parasite...”. Looking down at this creature, at the wounds and pain it causes him and knowing it can’t survive without him, Cecil found it hard to disagree. “You might be right, but that doesn’t make it true.” Puzzled, Quizozo looks up. “I mean, yes, you need someone like me to survive, but I wouldn’t give this gift up for anything. I was terrified of dying again and I had no idea why I kept surviving or why it was possible to bring me back. And while I’m far from learning the answers, I am grateful for what you made me. Even if it hurts me…”

His mouth agape, Quizozo listened to every word. Back in his heyday, he was worshipped by tribal mudokons who wanted to earn his blessing to get an advantage during wars and other bloody struggles. But Cecil didn’t even know he could get that gift. Let alone have a profound reason for wanting it. As he looks down, he noticed he had injured Cecil’s torso and immediately pulls his hands back before holding his palms over the wounds to heal them up. “Does it hurt much? You know… When I’m feeding off you?” Quizozo asked concerned. “I used to be numb from the elbow down, and it doesn’t hurt when you focus on it properly. But now that my nerves are restored and your head is elsewhere? It can get pretty painful…” Cecil’s lower arm was covered with deep scars from cuts and punctures, but despite it, he never complained. “It’ll stop hurting again soon.. I promise” Quizozo quickly glanced away. “Well… The blood sucking I do? It sort of, kind of diminishes other charms you might have put upon you...” He says uncomfortable. “Including that of healing wells… Your eyes.. have already started looking more purple…” This was a lot to take in. Not only did Cecil go through most of his life feeling nothing in his hands, now that it was restored he would only end up losing it again. This certainly is bad news, but for some reason Cecil smiled. “That’s okay… Jeanine and I already considered that would happen. And I’ll treasure this short time…” As he’s saying this, Cecil reaches for Quizozo’s hands. “But keeping you alive is more important right now.” Astonished Quizozo stares into his eyes. No one’s ever cared. The other deities saw him as little else than their servant, and his followers only cared about what they could get out of him. Smiling he reaches out and wraps his arms around the other one’s shoulders. “Thank you… I promise I will not make you regret this.” Returning the gesture, Cecil gently strokes between his feathery mane. “I know you won’t…” As the fire went out, the orange glow coming from the camp catches their attention. “I should be going. It’s already late and your queen will wonder what’s keeping you so long.” Quizozo stood up to walk away, but Cecil jumps to his feet and grabs his hand before he could go. “She’ll want to meet you too.” Quizozo smiled and shook his head. “Not tonight… I need some time to prepare myself. Come to the open part of the woods tomorrow morning. And take your family with you. I promise I’ll make a good impression.” Cecil nods in agreement. “I’m sure you will..” With that said Quizozo nods back once before running off into the darkness.

Tomorrow was bound to get interesting.

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can you share some part of Jeanne's scene? :))

Of course I can. So much happens as Mme Jeanne’s from the first time that Jamie and Claire make love in 20 years, to Claire and Fergus reuniting and so many classic lines that we love. But to go with some humor and because I can just see Cait during this scene, I’ll give you the next morning. Jamie is off to look for Young Ian, Claire is confined to her room with no clothes and is getting hungry.

Rather than go on sitting here in the nude, receiving random deputations from the outside world, I thought it time to take steps. Rising and carefully wrapping a quilt around my body, I took a few, out into the corridor. 

The upper floor seemed deserted. Aside from the room I had left, there were only two other doors up here. Glancing up, I could see unadorned rafters overhead. We were in the attic then; chances were that the other rooms here were occupied by servants, who were presumably now employed downstairs. 

I could hear faint noises drifting up the stairwell. Something else drifted up, as well— the scent of frying sausage. A loud gustatory rumble informed me that my stomach hadn’t missed this, and furthermore, that my innards considered the consumption of one peanut butter sandwich and one bowl of soup in one twenty-four-hour period a wholly inadequate level of nutrition. 

I tucked the ends of the quilt in, sarong-fashion, just above my breasts, and picking up my trailing skirts, followed the scent of food downstairs. 

The smell— and the clinking, clattering, sloshing noises of a number of people eating— were coming from a closed door on the first floor above ground level. I pushed it open, and found myself at the end of a long room equipped as a refectory. 

The table was surrounded by twenty-odd women, a few gowned for day, but most of them in a state of dishabille that made my quilt modest by comparison. A woman near the end of the table caught sight of me hovering in the doorway, and beckoned, companionably sliding over to make room for me on the end of the long bench. 

“You’ll be the new lass, aye?” she said, looking me over with interest. “You’re a wee bit older than Madame usually takes on— she likes ’em no more than five and twenty. You’re no bad at all, though,” she assured me hastily. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.” 

“Good skin and a pretty face,” observed the dark-haired lady across from us, sizing me up with the detached air of one appraising horseflesh. “And nice bubbies, what I can see.” She lifted her chin slightly, peering across the table at what could be seen of my cleavage. 

“Madame doesna like us to take the kivvers off the beds,” my original acquaintance said reprovingly. “Ye should wear your shift, if ye havena something pretty to show yourself in yet.” 

“Aye, be careful with the quilt,” advised the dark-haired girl, still scrutinizing me. “Madame’ll dock your wages, an’ ye get spots on the bedclothes.” 

“What’s your name, my dearie?” A short, rather plump girl with a round, friendly face leaned past the dark girl’s elbow to smile at me. “Here we’re all chatterin’ at ye, and not welcomed ye proper at all. I’m Dorcas, this is Peggy”— she jerked a thumb at the dark-haired girl, then pointed across the table to the fair-haired woman beside me—“ and that’s Mollie.” 

“My name is Claire,” I said, smiling and hitching the quilt a bit higher in self-consciousness. I wasn’t sure how to correct their impression that I was Madame Jeanne’s newest recruit; for the moment, that seemed less important than getting some breakfast. 

Apparently divining my need, the friendly Dorcas reached to the sideboard behind her, passed me a wooden plate, and shoved a large dish of sausages in my direction. 

The food was well-cooked and would have been good in any case; starved as I was, it was ambrosial. A hell of a lot better than the hospital cafeteria’s breakfasts, I observed to myself, taking another ladle of fried potatoes. 

“Had a rough one for your first, aye?” Mollie, next to me, nodded at my bosom. Glancing down, I was mortified to see a large red patch peeking above the edge of my quilt. I couldn’t see my neck, but the direction of Millie’s interested gaze made it clear that the small tingling sensations there were evidence of further bite-marks. 

“Your nose is a wee bit puffed, too,” Peggy said, frowning at me critically. She reached across the table to touch it, disregarding the fact that the gesture caused her flimsy wrap to fall open to the waist. “Slap ye, did he? If they get too rough, ye should call out, ye know; Madame doesna allow the customers to mistreat us— give a good screech and Bruno will be in there in a moment.” 

“Bruno?” I said, a little faintly. 

“The porter,” Dorcas explained, busily spooning eggs into her mouth. “Big as a bear— that’s why we call him Bruno. What’s his name really?” she asked the table at large, “Horace?” 

“Theobald,” corrected Millie. She turned to call to a servingmaid at the end of the room, “Janie, will ye fetch in more ale? The new lassie’s had none yet!” 

“Aye, Peggy’s right,” she said, turning back to me. She wasn’t at all pretty, but had a nicely shaped mouth and a pleasant expression. “If ye get a man likes to play a bit rough, that’s one thing— and don’t sic Bruno on a good customer, or there’ll be hell to pay, and you’ll do the paying. But if ye think ye might really be damaged, then just give a good skelloch. Bruno’s never far away during the night. Oh, here’s the ale,” she added, taking a big pewter mug from the servingmaid and plonking it in front of me. 

“She’s no damaged,” Dorcas said, having completed her survey of the visible aspects of my person. “A bit sore between the legs, though, aye?” she said shrewdly, grinning at me. 

“Ooh, look, she’s blushing,” said Mollie, giggling with delight. “Ooh, you are a fresh one, aren’t ye?”

I took a deep gulp of the ale. It was dark, rich, and extremely welcome, as much for the width of the cup rim that hid my face as for its taste. 

“Never mind.” Mollie patted my arm kindly. “After breakfast, I’ll show ye where the tubs are. Ye can soak your parts in warm water, and they’ll be good as new by tonight.” 

“Be sure to show her where the jars are, too,” put in Dorcas. “Sweet herbs,” she explained to me. “Put them in the water before ye sit in it. Madame likes us to smell sweet.” 

“Eef ze men want to lie wiz a feesh, zey would go to ze docks; eet ees more cheap,” Peggy intoned, in what was patently meant to be an imitation of Madame Jeanne. The table erupted in giggles, which were rapidly quelled by the sudden appearance of Madame herself, who entered through a door at the end of the room. 

Madame Jeanne was frowning in a worried fashion, and seemed too preoccupied to notice the smothered hilarity. 

“Tsk!” murmured Mollie, seeing the proprietor. “An early customer. I hate it when they come in the middle o’ breakfast,” she grumbled. “Stop ye digesting your food proper, it does.” 

“Ye needn’t worry, Mollie; it’s Claire’ll have to take him,” Peggy said, tossing her dark plait out of the way. “Newest lass takes the ones no one wants,” she informed me. 

“Stick your finger up his bum,” Dorcas advised me. “That brings ’em off faster than anything. I’ll save ye a bannock for after, if ye like.” 

“Er … thanks,” I said. Just then, Madame Jeanne’s eye lit upon me, and her mouth dropped open in a horrified “O.” 

“What are you doing here?” she hissed, rushing up to grab me by the arm. 

“Eating,” I said, in no mood to be snatched at. I detached my arm from her grasp and picked up my ale cup. 

“Merde!” she said. “Did no one bring you food this morning?” 

“No,” I said. “Nor yet clothes.” I gestured at the quilt, which was in imminent danger of falling off. 

“Nez de Cleopatre!” she said violently. She stood up and glanced around the room, eyes flashing daggers. “I will have the worthless scum of a maid flayed for this! A thousand apologies, Madame!” 

“That’s quite all right,” I said graciously, aware of the looks of astonishment on the faces of my breakfast companions. “I’ve had a wonderful meal. Nice to have met you all, ladies,” I said, rising and doing my best to bow graciously while clutching my quilt. “Now, Madame … about my gown?”