#and it's looking like it'll be a chill afternoon too

[eldritchgray]

Having a really good day so far, which is nice. I learned that my corprate overlord changed its mind, and I'm NOT getting laid off at the end of the month heee

I also got to spend like, the last hour of my shift deadheading. One of my favorite tasks I get to do at my job. No rude customers today, Fall shipments are coming in, and I don't have to stress myself out job hunting :)

I'm gonna work on some art, maybe write, and not fill out job applications lmao

[lostfracturess]

not so haunted house — satoru gojo

pairing — professor gojo x female reader

summary — satoru's on a mission to get you into the halloween spirit, and he won't take no for an answer. he's taken you to the town's spooky festival, and plying you with every sugary treat and pumpkin spiced sugary drink he can find. but you draw the line with the haunted house. but knowing satoru, he'll find a way to make it happen.

word count — 4.6 k

warnings — 18+ ONLY. contains explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends), penetration, public setting, chance of getting caught, oral (male receiving), satoru gojo is always his own warning.

author's note — hey lovelies, i hope you all have the best time this autumn. and to get even more into the spooky spirit, i wrote a little oneshot sidestory for symptoms and causes couple. but you can read it as a standalone without knowing the main story. and for everyone who reads s&c, this happens sometime after chapter 16 (i guess). happy reading and a spooky time <3

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"I don't wanna go," you said.

"Aw, come on! It'll be fun!" Satoru insisted.

"I doubt it."

"You're so lame sometimes, you know that?" 

"And you're irresponsible. We can't just ditch work to—"

"Already handled it," he interrupted, taking a big bite of his cinnamon roll.

"Handled what?"

"Cell migration, documentation, report's done, and I even got a head start on the paper. You might wanna give it a once-over later, though."

"Wait, what?" You stopped dead in my tracks, surprise momentarily eclipsing your exhaustion.

"You're the better writer when it comes to this scientific stuff."

"No, I mean—"

Satoru suddenly stopped too, turning to face you. He grinned, a big bright smile from ear to ear. He was hell-bent on getting you into the Halloween spirit, and you reluctantly agreed to go to the Autumn Festival with him, indulging in cinnamon rolls and pumpkin spice lattes.

Every second, he shoved a new treat into your hands. Try this, try that. Pretty sure you were on the fast track to diabetes after this afternoon.

But you'd drawn the line at the haunted house.

You starred at him as the flickering pumpkin lanterns that lined the path of the crowded streets cast soft shadows across his features, making him even more handsome, as if the night itself conspired to make him even more captivating.

"You finished all that already?" you asked, a hint of disbelief in your voice.

"Yeah," he said, taking another bite of his cinnamon roll. "I wanted us to have some fun in between all the lab work."

You stared at him for a second longer, the bustling activity around you fading into the background. Your heart melted a little as his signature grin lit up his pretty features.

Seeing him so carefree and childlike was new, like he was genuinely loving every second of this—the cheesy traditions, the sea of orange, the cinnamon scent that hung heavy in the air. Like for the first time in forever, the weight of his past had lifted from his broad shoulders.

"This must have taken your hours," you said, still not quite getting over how much effort he must've put in.

"Eh, a few hours here and there." He sauntered closer, peering at you over the sunglasses he wore with a baseball cap to keep a low profile. Getting caught out with your professor would've been all kinds of scandalous, after all. "Totally worth it if it means I can spend more time with you."

"We're together all the time."

"I meant outside the lab," he clarified.

"Satoru, we live together."

"Yeah, where all we talk about is work, biochemicals, brains, and how much plastic surgery Naoya would need to be pretty again."

"Don't tell me you don't love that topic," you said dryly, as a chill autumn wind rustled the leaves at your feet.

He tilted his head, his large hand coming up to cup your cheek, his warmth seeping into you. He looked at you with those soft, mesmerizing eyes, making it impossible to deny him anything.

"Okay," you finally relented with a sigh. "Let's go to that haunted house. But just so you know," you added, "I don't scare easy."

He just smiled, smug as ever. "Oh, we'll see about that."

Moments later, you were at the haunted house, Satoru's arm draped casually around your waist. He already had tickets for the two of you, like he just knew you'd give in. Smug bastard indeed. You stepped into the creaky foyer, seemingly one of the only few people there.

The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, and an eerie silence hung heavy in the dimly lit corridors. Satoru reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'll protect you."

You let go of his hand. "I don't need protection," you said before taking the lead and striding into the first room.

The first few rooms were predictably eerie, with cobwebs draped across worn furniture and ghostly figures lurking in the shadows. Flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the walls, creating an illusion of movement in the stillness.

"Not even a little bit scared?" Satoru asked.

"Nope," you replied, popping the 'p' for emphasis.

"You're really killing the fun here, you know." 

He made his way around a corner, and suddenly, a black figure sprang forward, catching him off guard. Satoru jumped slightly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Ah, fuck," he said, trying to regain his composure. "Stupid thing." He pushed the figure aside with his arm and went into the next room.

"Oh, I'm having fun," you said with a smile.

"Don't laugh.”

As you ventured deeper into the house, the scares became more elaborate, the atmosphere more oppressive. The air grew colder, and a sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach. Maybe it was a little bit scary after all.

Then, a blood-curdling scream echoed from the room ahead, and you and Satoru whipped around, but nothing was to be seen.

"You know, I was hoping for something different when I had the idea to come here.”

"And what kind were you hoping for?" you asked, pushing the spiderwebs out of your way with disgust, the silky strands clinging to your fingers.

"The kind where you cling to me and scream at every little thing," he said, following your lead.

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

He grinned. "Well, I can't deny that would be enjoyable."

The next room was pitch black, the only sound the distant dripping of something liquid. Your heartbeat quickened as you stepped forward, the darkness seeming to swallow you whole. Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed your ankle, and you let out an involuntary yelp, jumping closer to Satoru.

Satoru quickly pulled you close, his strong arm wrapping around your waist as he steadied you. "Not scared, huh?" His voice was a deep rumble in his chest, and you could feel the vibrations against your back.

You pulled away from him. "Shut up. I'm not scared. Just... startled."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Mhm, sure. Whatever you say, love."

"Let's just keep going," you said, marching forward into the darkness.

But Satoru wasn't about to let you off that easily. He caught up to you in a few long strides, his hand finding yours in the darkness. "You know," he said, "if you need me to hold your hand, all you have to do is ask."

You scoffed, but didn't pull away. "I think I can manage."

"Oh, I'm sure you can. But where's the fun in that?"

Satoru suddenly tugged on your wrist, pulling you flush against his chest. Before you could react, his soft lips were on yours, insistent and demanding. 

For a moment, you stood frozen, your mind reeling from the unexpected turn. But as his lips moved against yours, his tongue teasing the seam of your mouth, you found yourself melting into his embrace, your body molding to his like it was made to fit there.

Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the firm planes of his pecs beneath his shirt, before pushing his baseball cap off his head, letting it fall to the ground forgotten. 

His silky, white hair fell down into his forehead, the soft strands brushing against your skin as you tangled your fingers in his locks, deepening the kiss. He groaned against your mouth, the sound sending heat straight to your core, igniting a fire in your veins that only he could quench.

His arms tightened around your waist, pressing your body impossibly closer to his. The haunted house faded away, the eerie sounds and spooky decorations forgotten as you lost yourself in the feel of him.

His tongue delved into your mouth, exploring, tasting, with a skill that never failed to leave you weak in the knees. His large hands roamed over your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, even through the fabric of your sweater.

"You know," he said between heated kisses, his voice a low rumble that you felt in your bones, "I kinda like this side of you."

"What side?" you asked, breathless.

"The side that is scared, the side that needs me.”

"Because you need to be needed?"

"Needed by you, yes," he said, his blue eyes dark, before he walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, his body pinning you in place. “Always by you. Only by you.”

His lips left yours, trailing hot, wet kisses along your jaw, down the column of your neck. You tilted your head back, giving him better access.

"Satoru," you breathed, your fingers tightening in his hair.

"What happened to being able to manage on your own, hmm?"

You tugged on his hair, bringing his lips back to yours. "Shut up and kiss me."

"With pleasure," he murmured, before capturing your lips once more in a searing kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.

You lost track of time as you kissed, your bodies intertwined, hands exploring, breaths mingling. It was only when a particularly loud and high scream echoed through the haunted house that you broke slightly apart, chests heaving.

"We should...probably get out of here," Satoru said, his voice rough, his gaze fixed on your lips.

"Why leave?"

His lips twitched into a smirk. "Yeah, why indeed."

Satoru took your hand, his long fingers intertwining with yours as he pulled you down a darkened hallway, away from the main path of the haunted house. 

He tried a few doorknobs until one finally gave way. Peeking inside, he tugged you into what appeared to be a dimly lit storage room, filled with discarded props, old furniture, and cobwebs that looked a little too real for comfort.

As soon as the door closed behind you, he had you pressed up against it, his hard body pinning you in place as his lips found yours again. Your hands roamed over his muscular back, feeling the ripple of his muscles beneath as the kiss deepened, your puls racing.

In one smooth motion, he hoisted you up, his large hands gripping your thighs as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you further into the room, never breaking the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours.

Distantly, you registered a lone flashing red light in the corner, what seemed to be a security camera. Satoru noticed it too. 

Tearing his lips away from yours with a muttered curse, he set you down gently, your body sliding against his in a way that made you both shudder.

He strode over to the device. With a sharp tug, he disabled the camera and tossed it aside carelessly, before turning back to you with a heated look that made your core clench with need.

His hands found your waist once more, pulling you flush against him. His lips crushed on yours, the kiss hungry, desperate, all tongues and teeth. 

Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours. Satoru shrugged out of the fabric impatiently, tossing it aside without a second thought before his hands slipped beneath your sweater. His thumb brushed over your nipple through the thin lace of your bra.

You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. Your hands found his belt buckle, undoing it with deft fingers before popping the button of his pants and sliding down the zipper.

You could see the outline of his hard, thick cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be freed. 

Sinking to your knees, the hard floor cold against your skin, you looked up at him through your lashes. His breath hitched as he realized what you were about to do. 

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly, teasingly. Satoru's cock sprang free, hard and thick and perfect.

You wrapped your hand around the base, giving him a few slow, deliberate strokes as you maintained eye contact, watching as his blue eyes darkened.

Satoru's head fell back, a guttural groan rumbling in his broad chest, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Fuck, your hand feels so good," he panted, his fingers threading into your hair, gripping just tight enough.

You leaned forward, your tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum from his tip, the salty-sweet taste of him on your tongue.

Satoru hissed, his hips moved forward slightly, needing more. You wrapped your lips around him, taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his shaft as you savored the feel of him heavy against your tongue.

"Fuck, yes, just like that," Satoru praised, his grip on your hair tightening as you began to move your head, taking him deeper with each pass until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard as you worked him with your tongue, tracing the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. 

Satoru's moans filled the room, echoing off the walls, his hips rocking forward to meet your mouth, fucking your face with shallow thrusts.

"God, you take me so good, love," he groaned, his words dissolving into a low, drawn-out moan as you took him particularly deep. "Fu—Fuck.” He fell forward slightly, bracing his hands on the wall behind you.

You sucked him harder, your hand working what you couldn't fit in your mouth, twisting and stroking in time with your tongue. 

Satoru's breaths were coming in short, sharp pants now, his thighs tensing under your free hand. You could tell he was close, his cock twitching against your tongue, the taste of his precum becoming more intense.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” His deep voice strained and rough. "You're gonna make me fucking cum."

But just as you were sure he was about to come, Satoru's hand tightened in your hair, pulling you off him. You looked up, confusion in your eyes as you met his heated gaze.

"What's wrong?" you asked. "Was it not good?"

Satoru shook his head, a strained, breathy laugh escaping him. "Fuck, no, it was perfect. Too fucking perfect. I just..." He paused, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control. "I can't come like this. Not this time." 

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your slick lower lip. "I need to cum inside you. Need to feel you around me."

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, need pooling hot and heavy in your belly. Slowly, maintaining eye contact, you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock, flicking over the sensitive head. Satoru hissed again.

"And not like this?" you purred, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his weeping tip, your tongue swirling along the slit.

"Fucking tease.” His large hand fisted in your hair, dragging the head of his cock along your tongue, shuddering at the sensation, before reluctantly pulling away. "Why you gotta make this so hard for me, huh?"

He helped you to your feet, spinning you around and pressing you against the wall in one swift motion. His hands roamed your body, sliding over your waist, your hips, before swiftly undoing your pants and shoving them down.

Satoru’s large hand roaming over your ass, the other sliding between your legs, his long fingers pushing your underwear to the side and brushing against your dripping core. 

He pressed against your swollen clit, making you cry out and arch your hips back into him. "I can't fucking wait anymore,” he said.

His hands then gripped your hips, turning you to face the wall. You braced your hands against the cool surface, biting your lip. You felt the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance, teasing you.

With one smooth, hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching you just right, drawing moans from both of you. "Oh, fuck," you gasped, your nails scrabbling at the wall as you adjusted to the sudden fullness.

"My god, why do you always feel so fucking good," Satoru panted, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust. "So tight, so fucking perfect. Like you were made for me."

"Move, Satoru," you breathed, very well aware that you were literally in the storage room of a haunted house and could get caught any second. "Fucking move."

"You're really not gonna let me enjoy this haunted house, are you?"

"Do you want to get caught with your pants down or what?"

"Then you'd better be quiet, love," he said. "Or I might just have to gag you with my fingers."

"You're impossible," you groaned, pushing your hips back against him, desperate for friction. "Just fucking move already."

Satoru didn't need to be told twice. He set a hard, deep pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the small room. 

One hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave bruises, while the other worked your clit, driving you closer to the edge with each skilled touch, each deep stroke of his perfect cock inside you.

You could feel your orgasm building, coiling tight in your lower belly. "Satoru, I'm close," you gasped, your nails scratching against the wall as you tried to find purchase. "Fuck, Satoru."

"Not yet, love." 

Quickly, Satoru's hand closed around your hip, spinning you around and lifting you up effortlessly like you weighed nothing. You clung to him, breathless and dizzy as he walked you over to a nearby table, sweeping aside the dusty props and cobweb-covered decorations littering its surface. 

He sat you down on the edge, your legs automatically wrapping around his trim waist to pull him closer, desperate to have him inside you again.

Satoru's warm hands slid up your thighs, over your hips, coming to rest on your waist as he leaned in to kiss your neck. "God, you're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, his lips brushing your skin. "Did I tell you how lucky I am to have you?"

"Satoru, we're literally fucking in a haunted house, maybe save the love confession for later?"

"You really are no fun during spooky season," Satoru groaned, his cock twitching against your thigh, leaving a trail of precum on your skin. He reached between your bodies, lining himself up with your entrance before thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, deep stroke.

You threw your head back, a moan escaping your lips at the maddening feeling of him filling you so completely. Satoru set a steady pace, his hips rolling against yours, the new angle allowing him to hit that spot inside you that made you feel like you were flying and falling all at once.

"Fuck, you feel so good around my cock," Satoru panted, his forehead resting against yours as he moved, his breath mingling with yours.

Your nails raked down his back, urging him on, wanting him deeper, harder, faster, consequences be damned. Satoru obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent, the rickety table creaking beneath you with each powerful surge of his hips.

"Touch yourself," Satoru growled, his voice strained. "I wanna feel you come around my cock."

You did as he said, your hand lowering between your bodies to find your clit, your hips bucking up to meet Satoru's thrusts as you chased your release.

"That's it, love," Satoru encouraged, his eyes dark as he watched you. "Just like that. Fuck, you're so hot when you touch yourself."

His thrusts became more frenzied.The table creaked and groaned beneath you, threatening to collapse at any moment, but you didn't care. You were too far gone.

Your fingers moved faster, more urgently, as you felt your orgasm building. Satoru's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity as he watched you. His lips were parted, his chest heaving, and his forhead was slick with sweat.

Suddenly, your body convulsed, your muscles contracting around Satoru's cock as you came. His eyes squeezed shut, hissing through his teeth as he felt your muscles clamp down around him.

"Ah, fuck," he moaned. "What are you doing to me?" His body tensed, his muscles straining as he fought to hold on, to keep going, to make it last. But it was too late. 

He thrust once, twice, and then he was coming, his cock pulsing inside you as he emptied himself, filling you with warm sticky cum. As the last of his cum dripped out of him, his body relaxed, his chest heaving with exertion. 

His forehead dropped to yours, his eyes closed in bliss as he savored the aftermath. "Fuck," he panted, his voice barely audible. "You're going to be the death of me."

“You wanted to go to that haunted house,” you said. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he caught his breath. 

He laughed. “Yeah, you’rer right.” His cock was still hard, still buried deep inside you, and you could feel his cum dripping out of you, a slow, sticky trickle.

He smiled, a lazy, sated smile that made your heart skip a beat. "God, I can't get enough of you." He was just about to lean in for a kiss when a sharp knock on the door startled you both. 

Your eyes widened in panic. 

"Hello?" a gruff voice called from the other side. It had to be a staff member.

"Oh, shit," you hissed, frantically grabbing for your clothes.

"I'm sorry, but this area is off-limits to guests," the voice called again, sounding more irritated.

Satoru quickly pulled his pants back on and finished buttoning his shirt, then reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulled you close to his side and towards the door.

With his free hand, Satoru unlocked the door and flung it open, plastering on his most charming smile. Before you stood a grumpy middle-aged man who reeked of cigarettes and had dark circles under his eyes.

"Our bad, man," Satoru said smoothly, fishing out a few crisp yen bills from his pocket and pressing the money into the staff member's hand. "For the camera," he added with a wink.

The man looked at the bills, then back at Satoru, confusion written all over his weathered face. Without waiting for a response, Satoru dragged you out the door after him, brushing past the bewildered staff member. 

He led you quickly down the hallway, his grip on your wrist firm as he navigated through the winding passages. You didn't stop until you were outside the haunted house, the chilly night enveloping your flushed skin.

"Well, that was a close one," Satoru chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Haunted houses aren't so bad after all, huh?"

You leaned forward, hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath, your legs still shaky. "Shut up.” You swatted at him halfheartedly.

"Wanna head back to the festival?" 

You made your way back to the festival, hand in hand, his baseball cap and sunglasses back in place. 

You strolled through the stalls, taking in the various decorations and trinkets on display. Jack-o'-lanterns grinned toothily from every corner, their flickering candles casting an fiery glow on the revelers' faces. The scent of cinnamon, roasted almonds, caramel and the earthy smell of fallen leaves wafted through the air.

Suddenly, something caught Satoru's eye and he tugged you towards it. It was a cute little stall decked out in shimmering black and orange, laden with an assortment of whimsical accessories. Pointy witch hats adorned with glittery stars, vampire fangs that glinted in the light, and masquerade masks decorated with shimmering sequins and feathers.

Satoru's eyes sparkled with childlike wonder as he rummaged through the collection, his face split in a wide grin. He plucked something from the display and held it up. "Hold still for a sec.” He tilted his head as he considered how it might look on you.

In his hands was a cute headpiece, twisted black wire interwoven with tiny, glittering bats and shimmering autumn leaves that seemed to dance in the breeze. He placed it gently on your head, his fingertips grazing your temples as he adjusted it just so.

"There," he said softly. "Absolutely beautiful."

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?"

"Mhmm," he hummed. "In fact, it looks so good on you, I might just have to fuck you again, but with that on top this time."

As if on cue, the stall owner fumbled with a display, sending a cascade of glittery masks tumbling to the ground with a clatter. You shot Satoru a pointed look, your eyes screaming, 'See what you did?'

"Ah, sorry about that." Satoru called out to the flustered vendor, flashing her a charming smile as he pressed a generous wad of bills into her hand. "Keep the change, yeah? For the trouble."

Before the poor woman could respond, Satoru had whisked you away, his laughter ringing out like music in the crisp night air.

Moments later, you found yourself with a generous glass of spiced pumpkin wine in hand, Satoru having snagged two mugs from a nearby vendor.

With the decorative headpiece perched atop your head and the overly cute Halloween mug in your hand, you probably looked like the biggest Halloween fan around. "I'm starting to think you're actually enjoying this.”

He grinned. "Really? What gave it away?"

Just then, something caught Satoru's eye, and he came to an abrupt halt, nearly causing you to slosh your drink all over yourself. His gaze fixed on a colorful shooting gallery booth. Rows of stacked thimbles painted with witches, ghosts, and pumpkins enticed passersby to try their hand at winning a prize. 

Satoru grinned at you and before you knew it, you found yourself participating in yet another classic Halloween fun activity with him. He smirked, rolling up his sleeves with an air of confidence. "You ever played before, love?"

"Hmm," you hummed, stepping up to the counter and setting your pumpkin spice wine aside. The attendant passed you each a toy rifle, and you took your positions.You rolled your shoulders and lifted the rifle.

Satoru’s first volley of shots went wide, but he managed to hit 3 out of 5, the thimbles clattering as they toppled over. "Warm-up round," he said with a nonchalant shrug, his competitive streak already showing. 

He turned to you with his signature grin, but it quickly morphed into an open-mouthed gape as you proceeded to hit all 5 with nonchalant precision, barely even pausing between shots.

You blew imaginary smoke from the barrel of your toy gun, a smug smile playing about your lips as you reached for your forgotten wine. "You were saying?"

Satoru blinked at you, his mouth open. "Okay, remind me never to piss you off again.”

"You know I'm never letting you live this down, right?"

"Yeah, I figured as much," he said, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching as he fought back a smile. He grabbed you around the waist, pulling you flush against him as he captured your lips in a kiss.

A pointed cough from the attendant broke you apart. "Your prize, miss?" the man prompted, gesturing to the array of plushies and plastic trinkets.

"Oh, I think I'll let the loser choose," you said airily, shooting Satoru a wink before walking away.

As the night wore on, you lost yourselves in the simple joy of each other's company, sharing laughter, playful challenges, and stolen kisses amidst the twinkling lights and paper streamers.

By the time the festival began to wind down, you were exhausted, your cheeks aching from smiling and your sides sore from laughter. Satoru pulled you close, his arm draped around your shoulders, as you made your way toward the exit and back home.

Maybe Halloween festivals weren't so bad after all.

author's note: hello again, sorry i've been quite offline these days, but i hope the short story made you smile (or whatever reaction you had to it lol). this should take place after chapter 16 but yk i haven't written that yet haha. so just imagine a happy satoru for this, after a huge burden got off his shoulders.

have a great day or night whenever you read this and and an even more great halloween and holiday season <3

© lostfracturess. do not repost, translate, or copy my work.

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream and lazy days with them. 

Mark Lee

Lazy days with Mark meant the whole room will be just filled with nothing but music. It could be anything; their discography, k-pop songs on shuffle, or maybe your shared playlist. Mark would just hum quietly as he scrolls through his phone while you're reading a book. It's peaceful and at the same time relaxing. If not, he'll pull up his guitar and started playing some random songs that you would request to him. Smiling at you as he serenades you on a lazy afternoon. 

Huang Renjun

Whenever Renjun has a day-off that coincides with your rest day, you two would try your best to catch up with the watchlist you two left. Mostly it'll occur during night where you two are wide awake after sleeping throughout the whole day. You'll buy lots of snacks, snuggling closely inside a shared blanket while looking through movies to watch. Sometimes you two get to finish one or two movies but sometimes one of you falls asleep halfway. 

Lee Jeno

Being a homebody, Jeno can stay in his bed THE WHOLE DAY. So when you're with him, it also meant that you're staying in his bed all day. It'll be either you two just sleeping and cuddling in general, or if not, you two are just playing mobile games or scrolling through your phone. Sometimes, when the boredom gets too much, Jeno will try to spark a conversation with you and you'll do the same, just snuggled together while talking about a lot of things. 

Lee Donghyuck

Whenever you and Haechan have that lazy day, you two will just be at home doing small mundane things. Lazy days also meant not cooking, and while you can opt to cook since there's stock in your fridge, Haechan will be the one who'll suggest that you two have food deliver because one: he's lazy to do chores and two: he craves outside food during lazy days. You would agree eventually since it's his treat. 

Na Jaemin

Lazy days with Jaemin is no different with the days that you had with him. But sometimes, it'll be just you, him, and the Lu siblings on the couch. Playing with Luna, Lucy, and Luke can be fun. You and Jaemin would be busy coddling at the cats even though they look so done with both of you lol. Sometimes you would also help Jaemin with his cat dad duties like giving them a bath or brushing their fur. It can be very relaxing for you. 

Zhong Chenle

Sometimes, lazy days with Chenle meant being on each other's own world. Chenle can be in his room, sleeping or playing games while you're in his living room, watching tv or just chilling in the sofa. It's usually quiet in his apartment since both energy are very very low during lazy days. But sometimes Chenle would still crave for you, so he would end up sitting beside you or maybe just having you beside him is enough. 

Park Jisung

Lazy days with Jisung probably has the sleep-phone-eat-phone-sleep rotation with you. It'll be just you two chilling on the bed while both are on each other's phones. It'll take HOURS before one of you suggest that you two should eat and it'll be like, "Let's eat," "Okay, should we just order outside?" "It's up to you." then another hour of silence because both of you are so lazy and indecisive too. In the end, you two will force each other to get up and ran to the nearest convenience store for food. 

[jz12luvscl16]

Ribbon,Bicep,trend!!

Summary : basically this trend with skz!but just a little change!

pairing: skz X gn!reader

Bangchan

•you just come up to him with the trend randomly like he's just chilling in the living room and you just jump out of nowhere

•when you tell him the trend he just nods not even paying much attention until you pull him to record the video and he's like ???????

•and then you just show him the tiktok and tell him your gonna add changes to this! and go to grab the ribbon and your lipsticks!

•honestly he'll just look at you like just look at what your doing cause he still has no clue (he's a boomer)

•and then you tell him that I'll tie this ribbon Nd I'll kiss your bicep! cause it'll make the video look more aesthetically pleasing 🫶😎🎀

•"oh" that's all Chan has to say :] "well what about you kiss my Face too ? ;]" "your face won't be in the video chann!" (>:[ sad chan)

•he just sits on the bed and he's looking at you applying the lipstick like :) patiently waiting for you :)))

•and when you're done you walk up to him sit next to him and just start kissing his bicep and he's like🥴 smiling and blushing like craaaazzzyyyyyyyyyyy

•you tie the ribbon around his Bicep and get your phone

•and well he's trying his best to maintain a serious face but he can't when he's blushing so hard from looking at the lipstick stains!

•and yes he breaks the ribbon in first try and your like :o! and he's just smiling and flexing his muscles!

•and when you post the video it blows up! cause its so cute! you can see Chan smiling like crazy!

Minho

•you both were laying in the bed on a Sunday afternoon scrolling your phones and then you found the trend and you were like WE NEED TO DO THIS THATS SO CUTE!I WANNA DO IT OMGGGG!

•You then look at Minho with 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he's like no.

•after an hour of pleading begging whinning and throwing tantrums he finally said "okay *Sigh* yeah whatever lets do it 🙄"

•acts like he's annoyed by your begs and everything but internally smiling because he just loves when you beg or whine!

•you kneel sitting beside him as you kiss his bicep as he just looks at you with a smirk. his ears slowly turning red-ish in colour

•and you tell hi! the trend and bring the ribbon and lipsticks and he's just sitting on the edge of the bed like😮‍💨 "can't you be quick you're wasting my time" and your like 😐😒😒

• you tie the ribbon around his bicep and turn on the camera"lets see how much musculos you got huh?!😎" and he's like " whatever I can pick you up with just my hand"

•well breaks the ribbon on the 3rd try and your like "weak musculos!"

•and he just pulls you and you fall on the bed! he climbs on top of you and throws your phone to a side. "what did you just say huh?" as he smirks. rest lies in mystery

• well when you upload the video the stays go BOOMBOOMBOOOOMMM "GIRL I WANNA KISS THAT BICEP SO BAD" "I WANNA RECREATE BUT THE ONLT PERSON I HAVE JS DELULU" and your like 🤷🤷🤷😎😎🎀😭😭🫶

ChangBin

•so you tell him the trend and he'll be sooo happy and excited cause he knows he'll break the ribbon he got those huge muscles 💪🏻.

•and when you tell him that you'll kiss his bicep he's like even more happy!!!

•he will sit on the edge of bet acting like a crazy teenage girl in love like he'd be soo sooo soooo excited!!

•like out of all of the members I think he'll be the most happiest and excited member for this trend!!

•and you apply the lipstick when you kiss his bicep he's like "🥺can I have a kiss here too"pointing at his lips and you're like awww but no!

•he goes 😽😽 when he looks at the stains on his bicep as you tie the ribbon!

•And you start recording AND OFCOURSE HE BREAKS IT IN FIRST TRY! And he's obviously gonna proudly show off his muscles!

•AFTER YOU POST IT HE'S SURELY GONNA GO LIKE DID YOU SEE Y/N'S NEW TIKTOK???!!

HyunJin

•he and his dramatic ass I swear he'll go from an asshole to a whole romantic person who'd look at you with literally heart eyes

•sooo you goo to him with the idea and he'll firstly give you the side eyeing and you're like hold on stop with your eyes.

•you just go and grab the stuff until he's done with his attitude! and when you come back he's looking at what your're doing like😃😃

•complains about the lipstick shade because "the colour is not good enough to be on his bicep"

•you come back with another lipstick shade and he's like no not this one and you repeat this like until you just bring the whole box of lipsticks to him!

•and when he finally selects the "perfect shade" he tells you to apply this with a satisfactory smile

•you just look at him like I'm so done with his spoiled ass and just apply the lipstick

•you pull his arm a little closer and start to kiss his arm and he'll just admire you like literally he'll just have so much love for you he'll look at you with so much love like omg!

•and when you're done you tie the ribbon and grab your phone to start recording

•and he'll be like yeah that's too easy until he tree his best to break the ribbon well after like somewhat 4-5 tries he breaks it 😭🫶

HanJisung

•so you come to him like excitedly jumping like OMG OMG THIS TREND IS SOOO CUTEE LETS DO THIS HAN! HAN HAN HEAR ME OUT OKAY OMGGG!

•Like my lady chill out my man is just so confused cause he was literally laying down on the bed like he has no idea what you're talking about

•like he's so confused like SERIOUSLY HE IS IN ANOTHER WORLD AMD COME EXPLODING LIKE OMGG

•when he comes back to the world and you calm down a little you'll tell him the idea!

•and when you reached to the kissing part he instantly said yes like you were halfway through explaining and he was like yeah let's do it Right Now

•come on like he's so inlove with you and he loves the idea of showing you off to the world cause you're his, like any chance he gets he'll show you off! (cause he has the greatest and the prettiest s/o)

•you apply you're lipstick and come to him. he'll just get so carried away like he'll pull you to kiss him instead of kissing his bicep!!😭

•you somehow managed to stain his arm and tie the ribbon and record the tiktok and he breaks the ribbon on first try

•well you dont know about the tiktok but yeah you're for sure cuddled up with him after recording!

LeeFelix

•i think he's the least dramatic member out off all of the!m like he'll simply just do the tiktok without any tantrums or drama like yeah he's a good boy 😭

•so you walk up to him and you go like "hey you wanna do this tiktok-" "yeah I'm in"

•and you're like okay Les do it and start to apply the lipstick

•you come back to him and stain his arm and he's just smiling like the cutiehe is

•you tie the ribbon and start to record

•well you both just end up laughing at his attempts to try to break the ribbon well that was not the plan but you still posted it cause it was very cute!

•and people blast you with comments like "aww felix and s/o are so cute🫶🥺🎀" "omg! I love the way you both are so happy together!" "do more trends it's so cute"

Seungmim

•seumgmin will just say no to you like instantly

•you come up to him and tell him about this tiktok- and he was like "No" as soon as he hears tiktok he said no

•you were like pleaseeeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺 and yet pleading for like an hour he still says no

•so you stare at him and grab the pink ribbon and when he wasn't paying attention you tied him fully. you tied his arms aNd waist so he could not use them!

•he looks at you like 😒😒"let me go you kidnapper" you just look at him with a evil smile as you run and get your lipstick

•you apply the lipstick and start to kiss his face and then the neck and then his hands. painting his body with lipstick stains!

•he'll instantly blush he'll try to hide his smile but he says while laughing "Hey stop it! what are you doing" he loves it but wont say it!

•and then you post a video captioning "this is what you get when you don't agree with me!" and the tiktok just BLASTS LIKE SERIOUSLY CAUSE IT WAS SO SO SO SOVSOSOOOOOOOOOO CUTE OMGGG!

Jeongin

•so you both were cuddling and scrolling tiktoks and then you come across this trend and it really catches your eyes cause your boyfriend had those muscles and was super cute! so why tf not!?!

•you look at him and looks at you "can we 🥺" "alright*sigh*"

•so you go get the pink ribbon and a lipstick you apply it and come towards jeongin he looks at you and then at the ribbon

•you kneel next to his arm as you started to leave the kissstains and he is confused and so red like he's blushing hard! "hey-woah what are you doing?!" he says like shyly! blushy shy baby

•amd you're like I wanted to add kiss stains cause they'll look cute!😚🫶

•he will be so blushy the whole time! and you tie the ribbon and create the video! and it ofc hits!

•(and he without any effort easily breaks the ribbon)

that's it I hope you liked it!

requests/asks open!

(English is not my first language)

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Distract Me (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Hello hello! I finally managed to finish this request, even with a name change at that, thank you so much for your patience @theriseofshin ! We have some sweet and fluffy Vessel this chapter. Our reader is a little scared of storms and Vessel can't help but do everything in his power to try and comfort her. Lots of soft touches, awkward flirting, and Ves just being big and cuddly and sweet because I'm so soft for that man. I hope you enjoy! If you'd like to be added or removed from the tag list please let me know!

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The afternoon sun was warm on your face, the faint scent of lavender drifting through the open window as you stood at your sink finishing some dishes. The TV played softly in the living room, the pretty blonde meteorologist tracing along the edge of a massive storm cell that was rolling your way. You sighed, drying your hands as you leaned against the counter; it looked like you were in for a long night. A gentle knock on your door drew your attention away from the screen. Your bare feet padded across the dark hardwood floor, slinging your dish towel over your shoulder. You stood on your toes to peer outside, the frosted, textured glass above your door muddling your visitors' form. You can't help but smile as you recognize Vessel’s tall, broad frame. “Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?” You greet him sweetly as you open the door; your heart begins to pound in your chest as you feel him study you.

“IV picked a bunch of fresh fruit today. I wanted to stop by and bring you some.” He holds out the large container that was practically overflowing with various berries. You accept it with a soft ‘thank you,’ your fingers brushing over his during the exchange.

“Would you like to come in?”

“I would love to.” He responds a little too quickly; you hold back a laugh as you watch him cringe slightly at his actions. “I mean, if it wouldn't be too much trouble.” He adds on with a bashful chuckle.

“No trouble at all; I was just about to make some tea.” You nod for him to follow you inside. He ducks through your doorway, shoving his hands in his pockets as he curiously looks around your house. You couldn't help but watch him from the kitchen, smiling softly as you saw him delicately pick up whatever knick-knack had caught his attention, being as careful as possible with the fragile object before setting it back perfectly in place. Ever since the two of you met, Vessel had always held a special sense of caution around you, knowing how intimidating his massive stature could come off; everything he did was settled with a particular degree of care. You're snapped from your thoughts by your kettle beginning to sing.

You sat side by side on your couch, the breeze through the open windows sending a chill through your apartment. The trees danced in the wind, welcoming in the oncoming storm with open arms as dark clouds began to roll in from the distance. Your mug of tea warmed your hands, and a bowl of freshly washed fruit was set between you as you asked Vessel how things were back at the camp. “You should come back with me; I'm sure everyone would love to see you.” He offers with a soft smile.

“I would–” you were cut off by the sound of thunder rumbling, “love… to…” You couldn't help but let your gaze trail to the window, finally noticing that the storm was moving in much quicker than you or the weather channel could have predicted. You swallow thickly before turning your attention back to Vessel, you didn't have a lot of time left. “Um, but it'll have to be some other time.”

“Love, what's wrong?” He sits up from his reclined position, moving closer to you subconsciously when he realizes your nervous state.

“It’s stupid, Ves, promise.” You chuckle, your hands squeezing into fists at another growl of thunder. A warm hand comes to rest on your cheek, your eyes meeting the slits of his mask. His thumb trails across your skin, “storms just make me a little nervous, that’s all.”

You see him start to speak, but he quickly pauses, contemplating whether or not to say whatever has crossed his mind. “If you like,” he begins slowly, “I could always stay until it passes.” He offers, and you feel your pulse begin to race.

“I'd really like that, Ves.” You respond softly. You exchange a coy smile.

“I’ll keep you nice and safe, love, don't worry.” He teases with a soft chuckle, making your cheeks grow warm.

“Trust me, I didn't have any doubts in the first place.” He stands holding out his hand for you to take. He helped you shut all your windows, allowing you to collect your emergency candles and flashlights in case the power went out. You can't help but smile as you watch him organize what you had handed him neatly on your coffee table. “You’re sure you don't mind staying? This could go on all night; I wouldn't want to keep you.”

He hums, slowly striding over to you. “Let me think, go back to camp to spend the night alone in my cabin or to be curled up here with you?” He pretends to ponder over his options for a moment. “I think the latter sounds a little better, don't you?” He glances down at you with a playful smirk.

“You're sweet.” You respond shyly. Over the time you had known Vessel, the two of you had grown rather close; you were someone who he found himself slowly deconstructing the walls he had built up around himself for, and he was someone who you felt effortlessly connected to from the moment you met him. Although neither of you would admit it, through your growing friendship, something else began to grow out of it as well. After breaking through his cold, rigid exterior, you discovered that Vessel was quite sweet. It was in the little things you noticed: how he would always make sure to hold doors open for you, offering you his arm through rockier parts of trails on hikes, how he would absentmindedly comb his fingers through your hair as you lay together, reading outside. Everything about being with him just felt so right.

The two of you quietly prepared dinner together, Vessel humming along with the radio as he finished up the last few dishes. A smile spreads across his face as he catches your gaze lingering on him. You quickly dart your eyes back to the pan on the stove, your cheeks growing warm at the realization you had been caught. You jump slightly as you feel a pair of large, warm hands settle on your waist. “Smells good,” he remarks simply.

“Let's just hope it tastes good, too.” You giggle.

By the time you sat down to eat, the rain was pelting against the windows. As you look outside, you twirl your fork nervously between your fingers, the trees blowing violently in the wind. A bright flash of lightning exploded across the sky; you jumped at the sudden boom of thunder that shook the room. Vessel took your hand, his thumb soothingly running over your knuckles. “If it makes you feel any better, I'm not the biggest fan of storms myself.” You shoot him a playful, skeptical look. “I'm serious!” He exclaims with a chuckle.

“Sorry,” you respond with a giggle of your own, “I'm just surprised. I feel pretty silly about the fact I'm scared of thunderstorms-”

“You shouldn't be; it's cute.” He pauses as the compliment tumbles from his lips. You can't stop the bashful smile that immediately spreads across your features. Vessel tries to speak, but no words manage to find their way out. “I'm sorry.” He finally manages after a moment.

“Don't be.” You glance up at him, his shoulders visibly relaxing as your eyes land on the slits of his mask. You gently squeeze his hand, “I'm really happy you're here, Ves.” You admit softly. He studies you momentarily, noticing how you seemed to lean into him for comfort when the storm outside became too loud for you to ignore.

He states your name gently, tugging you closer by your hand as he straightens up from his reclined position on the couch. Your heart pounded in your chest as his lips hovered just a little too close to yours. “It's alright, I've got you, love.” He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest as he shoots you a sharp smile. Your cheeks burned, and you were sure your heart was pounding loud enough he could hear it. You relaxed into his embrace, allowing your body to mold against his. Vessel’s thumb languidly rubbed over your waist, making electricity danced across your skin where your shirt had lifted up. “Did I ever tell you about the time III managed to get both of his boots stuck in the mud, so he had to walk back to camp barefoot?” You shoot him a confused look, laughter slowly bubbling up in your chest as you thought about how mad III must have been.

“No, I don't think you have.” Vessel holds you close as he does his best to distract you from the weather outside. Telling you whatever story he could think of that would make you laugh. IV dropping an entire pot of pasta on the floor, a bear making off with a basket of II’s laundry, the countless numbers of times Ves has smacked his head in a doorframe or a hanging light, anything to keep a smile on your face. “You need to be careful; you're going to end up hurting yourself one of these days.” You giggle.

“That won't be such a bad thing if I have a pretty little thing like you to nurse me back to health.” You playfully swat at his shoulder, making him chuckle. You hide your face against him, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. “I’m sorry, I can't help myself. You're absolutely adorable when you get all flustered.”

“Well, you definitely don't have any trouble accomplishing that, do you?” You glance back up at him through your lashes, a nervous yet coy smile reaching your lips. 

“What can I say?” He starts, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to make sure you feel special.” Vessel swallows thickly, his hand brushing over your cheek as his fingers slide into your hair. You let out a small startled sound as you’re suddenly plunged into darkness. Panic immediately begins to bubble up in your throat as it becomes apparent just how bad the storm had gotten; the wind rattled the glass panels of your windows, the rain pelting against your roof made the room entirely too loud yet somehow impossibly quiet as the background humming of all your appliances had been cut. “I'm right here, lovey; I got you.” You're snapped from your thoughts by Vessel’s deep voice rumbling close to your ear.

“I'm sorry,” you apologize with a soft chuckle, your voice trembling slightly as you speak, “I feel silly–”

“There's no need to, sweetheart.” He reassures you, carefully cradling you against his chest. “It's a bad storm; there's nothing wrong with getting a little anxious.” He presses a finger below your chin, angling you to look up at him. “I guess I just need to do a better job of distracting you, hm?” His knuckle trails along your jaw, your hand fists into the soft material of his sweatshirt at another loud crack of thunder.

“Ves?” you state his name softly, you feel his lips ghost over yours.

“Yes, love?” He responds in a similar tone.

“Distract me.” He tips you back into the plush couch cushions, allowing a growl to slip past his lips. In an instant, Vessel ensnared every one of your senses; his large hands were warm as they gripped desperately at your waist, fingers skimming bare skin where your shirt had ridden up. His weight blanketed you, firm muscles pressing into the plushness of your body. The taste of sweet, herbal tea mixed with the slight bitterness of the paint that adorned his lips. You could feel the edge of his mask dig into your skin, your mind numb to the sensation as you found yourself unable to focus on anything besides the feeling of Vessel’s lips on yours. A flash of lightning lit up the room, glowing orange through your eyelids; a loud boom of thunder followed it. Vessel feels your grip on him tighten at the sound; he breaks away from you for just a moment to whisper sweet words of reassurance against your lips. “You're alright, sweetheart; I'm right here; I got you.” He keeps your focus on him, your lips buzzing as the two of you finally break apart for longer than a few seconds. Vessel chuckles, running a thumb over your tender bottom lip. “Sorry if I was too rough, I've been waiting a long time to be able to do that.”

“Same here.” You giggle bashfully. “And you weren't, I really like… I really like the way it feels when you kiss me.” You admit breathlessly. He continues to hold you close for the rest of the night, pulling your lips to his as a distraction whenever the weather picked up again. After a while, you struggled to suppress your yawns, the warmth of Vessel’s arms making your whole body melt into his touch.

“Let’s get you to bed, lovey.” He whispers, slipping an arm behind your knees to lift you from the couch effortlessly. You wrap your arms around his neck, sleepily pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for staying with me, Ves.” He can't help but smile, turning to press a kiss to your forehead. He lays you in bed, carefully situating you under the covers. Your hand slips into his; he brushes some hair out of your face as he studies you with a gaze of pure admiration. “Do you have to go?” You ask quietly as if speaking too loud would somehow break your perfect evening.

“Not if you don't want me to.” You slide back across the mattress, gently tugging him into the bed beside you. He hesitates at first, thrown off by eagerness to have him beside you. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your much smaller form on top of him. You tense slightly as a boom of thunder erupts from outside, the storm finally on its way out. You glance up at Vessel only to be met with a soft smile as he gently caresses your cheek. Without a word, he pulled your lips back to his, and suddenly, the storm outside didn’t seem quite as scary anymore.

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[milliesfishes]

꣑ৎ౨ৎyou and peacekeeper coryo get lost in the woods꣑ৎ౨ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The leaves rustled in the wind like a whistling song as you trekked through the woods, the light of the world snuffed by the moon. It was beaming in intervals, the clouds taking turns shadowing its glow. Your hand was firmly clasped with Coriolanus' as you took steady steps. Even in the dark you could see his eyes darting around, always wary.

You had spent a delightful afternoon in the woods, walking around to see the colored leaves. He'd never lived somewhere he could see them before and you delighted in them every year as if it were your first time and so you resolved to enjoy them together. It was evident how adorable he found you from the way he watched you reach out to touch the red, orange, and yellow, letting the tips brush your fingers. You kissed him under the pretty colors, admiring him against the backdrop of fall.

He'd said he wanted to get you back before the sun set. That plan had gone out the window when you'd pulled him under a tree and pressed your mouth to his, slow and long and deep. That had gotten him to relax a little, and you'd been able to convince him to sit down and hold you for a little while. The edge in his eyes had softened, and he settled against the bark of the tree. His big hands lazily traced circles on your midsection and you nuzzled into his chest.

It had been so long since you'd been able to have a day with him. Duties on base kept him from you, and you missed him dreadfully. He wrote you letters, a gesture that made you smile since he was less than fifteen minutes away. Still, you read them ragged, until the paper was crinkled.

But today he had wrangled a free day from his busy schedule just in time for the holiday. You had practically jumped for joy when he showed up on your doorstep all yours for the day. It was so rare that he was able to stay out this long, but now you could see him becoming worried.

"We're lost," he stated, stopping under a tree. The shadows of the branches were creating illusions across his face. You felt a little twinge of fear in your chest when you saw his expression, but pushed past it.

"It's okay," you tried, squeezing his hand. "We'll make our way back somehow. It'll be fine."

"No, it's not fine. I was supposed to have you back hours ago and-" Coriolanus cut himself off, huffing sharply. "I was supposed to keep you safe."

"I am safe when I'm with you," you insisted. He flattened his lips and your shoulders slumped. Whatever calm that had instilled in him earlier was now flung out the window.

Truthfully, you weren't worried about being lost. The forest wasn't nearly as dangerous as anyone made it out to be and besides, nobody was going to hurt you when you were on the arm of a Peacekeeper.

What you did worry about was him. And how upset he was getting. Coriolanus wasn't at all used to situations like this, ones that were completely out of his control. You knew the sense of responsibility he felt, especially when it came to you, and it was crushing for him at times.

The least you could do was ease any burden. Take his anxieties and smooth them out, maybe even cover them for awhile until they didn't look so bad anymore. He made you feel safe and now it was your turn to do the same.

Reaching up for his face, you took it in your hands and turned him to look at you, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. "Hey. It's okay. It's okay. You have tomorrow off too, right?"

He nodded slowly, searching your eyes. You smiled. "So it's okay. Even if we have to sleep in the woods tonight, we'll be able to make our way out come morning, yeah?"

You could tell he didn't like the idea of that at all, but he nodded anyways. Exhaling softly, you slid your arms around his waist and leaned into him, cheek to his chest. Despite the striking chill in the air, he was warm, probably from all his worrying.

Coriolanus wrapped his arms around you, chin resting atop your head hesitantly. And just like always, the longer you held him, the more his body relaxed. Sometimes you thought if you were in his arms long enough he'd become a puddle, all loose and truly relaxed for the first time in his life.

His head snapped up at a whistling sound echoing through the woods, and you pushed at his neck. "Just an owl. It's okay."

Slowly Coriolanus let you hold him down, calming himself in your arms. His words were muffled as he dug his nose into your hair. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you soothed, hand finding the prickly smooth of his hair and trailing your fingers up and down. "You're not used to this. It's okay."

Now his fingers were in your hair, running up and down. You'd noticed that your hair was an object of interest to him. Whenever he was near you he was always touching it, twirling a strand or petting it. And you let him, grateful some part of you was keeping him from mental turmoil.

"We can start walking again," you offered, looking up at him.

Coriolanus took in a breath, his eyes firm on yours. He nodded. You took his hand. He squeezed it. You began to move forward again.

It was a strangely intimate thing to be all alone with him under the moonlight. You clung to these kinds of moments when he wasn't here, saved them in a mental treasure box to dwell upon.

Maybe if you were alone this would be terrifying. Being a woman unprotected in the darkness of the forest, every sound convincing you that you were inches from death. But he was here.

The walk was quiet, with only the soundtrack of leaves crunching afoot in the background. The forest floor was a bed of warm colors, and you had admired it in the daylight, feeling as though you were walking on a cloud. At night it was just as lovely.

But the longer you walked, the more his worry rubbed off on you. It was easier to be brave when the sun was beaming down. The night was pulling at your strings and knotting them into something that weighed like lead on your chest. Scrambling, you searched for something, anything to grasp onto, some kind of silver lining.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted something glimmering in the distance. Brightening, you let go of Coriolanus' hand. Was it the remains of a campfire? Or someone with a lantern, ready to guide you back to the city bounds? Through the thick trees you couldn't quite tell.

"Wait!" he reached for you. "No, stay with me-"

You were already running, holding your skirts with both hands and bounding into the darkness, chasing that light. It sparked something like hope in your chest as you moved swiftly through the trees, winding in and out. In the distance you could hear Coriolanus calling after you, but you shrugged it off. He would catch up soon enough.

The shiny thing flickered depending on which way you looked, the moon's light reflecting off it and reminding you of a firefly. You pushed aside a branch determinedly.

Not a lantern. When you knelt in the leaves, picking up the little object. It was a heart pendent, hooked on the knob of a tree by a silvery chain. How on earth had you seen it from so far away?

It hit you right then. There was no magic angel to take you back home, nothing to guide you. Doom swallowed you whole as you realized how well and truly lost you were, and dry little sob built up and escaped your lips. Any positivity from earlier had burnt out. Who knew how deep in the woods you were? Would anybody be able to find you before you froze to death? A tear trickled from the corner of your eye down your cheek.

Hurried footsteps grew louder as Coriolanus approached, calling your name. You kept your head bent as he discovered you, holding the necklace between your fingers.

He knelt at your side, and you could feel the frustration emanating off him. There was that famous worrying again, morphed into a new form. "Don't ever do that again. You hold my hand and stay by me? Is that clear?" He squeezed your shoulder, tone sharp. "Look at me."

You reluctantly lifted your eyes, moonlight catching on another tear on your cheek like a diamond. All at once, his expression softened, and he pulled you into his chest. "Shh. It's okay. You're okay." His hand was in your hair, and you suspected it was for both of your sake.

"There...was...a light...but...it wasn't...a light..." you tried, tears hitching your voice.

He quietly rubbed your back, protecting you from the cold. You didn't realize you had been shivering until his warm body was against yours. "What was it?"

Sniffling, you pulled back, removing your fingers from your palm and showing him the necklace. "It...was...on a...a tree."

Coriolanus frowned, hand falling to his pocket. He patted it, realization clouding his face. You watched, confused as he took the necklace from you and held it up to examine. "I got this for you. I was going to give it to you today." He closed his fingers around it. "It must have fallen out of my pocket."

Then his eyebrows lifted, and he stood up, holding out a hand for you. Taking it, you brushed a tear away. "What-"

"I know where we are," he said, beginning to walk straight ahead. You followed him, the surprise of it all halting your tears.

In silence, he pulled you by the hand a few feet before ducking under a tree branch and pointing in the distance. "There. That's town."

Eyes widening, you stared at the lights flickering out a little ways away. And now tears were prickling your eyes again as relief broke the floodgates and doused you. Turning to Coriolanus, you buried your face in his chest, breathing deep and swallowing his scent.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head and murmured, "It's okay. We're home." You grew limp against him, exhausted from the barrage of emotion that had reigned you for the last hour.

One of his arms shifted, and he lifted your chin, having you look at him as he fastened the cold chain of the heart-shaped necklace over your hair. You kept your eyes on him, watching him concentratedly as he gathered your hair in his hand and lifted it out of the loop of the chain, smoothing it over your back.

Coriolanus straightened the heart on your collarbone, fondly holding your cheek in one big hand. You felt the awful fear diminish until it was no more than a candle that was blown out when he took your hand again. The relief on his face was clear.

"C'mon," he urged quietly, squeezing your palm. "Let's go home."

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

[brightdarkness-2013]

Chapter 21: Kick It Harder And Maybe It'll Get Somewhere!

Summary:Jazz thinks up ways to cheer Prowl up.

“You’re really strong, Prowls. I know it doesn’t really seem like it, but you’ve endured a lot since the destruction of your nest.”

It was a warm Thursday afternoon. The early morning chill had long since passed and my main jobs seemed to be with the mers so far as it was better for me to be in the area to support Prowl. It had been brought up by Ratchet and supported by Aid. Since Blaster had his own goals I was the only other option. So I had little lessons on mers to look forward to every once in awhile when they had time and how they behaved and reacted to various marine life in depth. Ranging from pod members themselves to how they acted and reacted to different mer pods of various species to the plants they were familiar with.

“You’ve really had a rough go of things since birth really. Splitting off on your own to find another pod to merge with. Must’ve been difficult to find a pod to merge with that had two spots open. And you’ve lost a lot since then. But things will get better. Just hang on a little longer.”

I looked up to look at the mers that were watching as per usual. Quiet and dare I say curious? Their behaviour was something else. A complete 180 since Barricade had fallen ill and was taken away to the medbay. I took a second to place a name to them. Magis Accuratius. They were a type that were built for strength rather than speed or stealth as several others, but they were a peculiar type. It was actually kind of amazing how they worked. They built their nests with anything they could. They were known to make little fortresses for protection out of sunken ships and anything else that they could get their hands on. They caused trouble sometimes by taking apart structures underwater that were still in use, but most of the time they stayed away from the shore and people. Unfortunately they came into contact with people who went to scavenge the sunken materials and they were aggressive and protective of their nests like any mers. They had plenty of materials in their tank to build what they’d like, but so far it was untouched. What they had started had been abandoned with the death of their pod mate.

Prowl didn’t pay them any attention. He never spared a glance their way anymore. I knew he was aware that they were watching him, but I suppose it didn’t really matter when he was hurting like this. He was suffering so what did they matter? I shifted to slide him off of my lap and lay next to him. He reburied himself into me. Effectively hiding in my chest. I pet his ear fins.

“I promise ya that things will be ok. We just need to take this one day at a time. Keep looking too far ahead and it’ll seem impossible. Ya can’t see the end from here and it makes it seem hopeless. Trust me, Prowl, I know. I’ve had my own struggles. Different, but it’s the same concept. Ya can survive this and one day ya can look back and you’ll realize how far you’ve come.”

He was quiet, but his ear fins twitched. He was listening at least. He had been silent ever since that day and I wanted him to say something even if no one could understand. He had no one to talk to now, but that didn’t stop me from hoping. He had made sounds back at the cove and had greeted Blaster back when he had first gotten here with Barricade. Maybe he’d be able to talk with the others. They weren’t threatening him anymore so maybe they’d start talking one of these days. I know Prowl could use someone to talk to. Hell I wouldn’t mind him talking to me. Even if I couldn’t understand I’d still listen and he’d get it out. Damn language barriers.

“Ya know if ya want to talk I’ll listen… I know it seems really stupid as I can’t understand and I have no clue whether or not ya can actually understand me, but I think it’ll be good for ya. Ya can talk whenever ya feel like it and ya can take all the time you need. Otherwise I can just talk your ear off. I can be a pretty good distraction I think. It’s better than just sitting in silence and thinking about what happened. It’s kinda why I turned to music so long ago. It fills the silence and chases away the demons. Do ya have music down there? I know your language kinda sounds like you’re all singing, but that’s different.”

I paused as he shifted and curled further into me. I had hoped he was going to do something, but no. At least he had moved. I slid my hand down to his restless wing fin. It ceased its twitching when I pet it.

“Ya can just hit me or something if ya want me to shut up. I can’t tell what ya want, but I’m sure ya can get whatever ya want across. You’re smart. Look at ya opening doors and escaping traps and what not. Ya really are the sharpest they’ve come across so far from what they’re saying. Honestly you’re probably more clever than a lot of people in the world come to think of it. Oh I know maybe I can bring in some puzzles or something and we can work on those together. It’ll give ya something to do and it’s much better than just sitting here all day.”

This was actually a good idea. Prowl needed something and a change could help. Maybe we couldn’t speak, but we could make this work. We could work together on something. I could get some puzzles and buy a can of that ‘Never wet’ spray stuff and some puzzle glue so they wouldn’t fall apart.

“I bet ya could figure out puzzles if ya could figure out doors. It’s kinda the same thing.”

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[novamariestark]

Echoes, Fragments & Puzzle Pieces [B.B] [1/?]

Summary: You are a young woman, trying to live your life after captivity. You live in the shadows after escaping from an organisation known as The Syndicate, desperate to copy Hydra's work. You were to be their Winter Soldier but with added "bonuses". But, when opportunity knocks, will you answer it?

Warnings: none (I don't think), maybe indication of abuse. (Instead of Y/N I've put Lia, simply just to make it flow a bit better, but of course you can replace it with your name.)

Word count: 3256 (This one is longer than I intended so it'll be a mini-series)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: eventual Bucky x reader

Part 2, Part 3,

The city's museum was usually a chill place to kill an afternoon—lots of old stuff, quiet corners, and enough space that nobody paid you much mind. You liked it that way. You were just another face in the crowd, easy to miss, easier to forget.

Wandering through an exhibit on ancient Greece, you stopped in front of a vase that showed a bunch of tiny warriors doing their battle thing. There was something about it that felt... loud. Like it was yelling at you through a megaphone, begging to be noticed.

Without thinking, you reached out and touched it. Bad idea.

Suddenly, the air fizzled like someone had cranked up the voltage, and the room got all twisty. The vase’s scene went high-def, the warriors popping out and doing their fighting dance right there in the middle of the museum. People around you gasped, their phones out, probably thinking this was some kind of flash mob deal.

But then, as quick as it started, the show stopped. The warriors went back to being boring old paint on pottery. Everyone was buzzing, looking around, trying to figure out what had just happened and who’d flipped the switch.

That's when your weird gift—or curse—kicked in and suddenly, you were about as noticeable as a piece of gum stuck under a park bench. You slipped through the crowd, who were too busy arguing about what they’d seen to remember the girl who’d started it all.

You were out in the cold air before the guards even made it to the empty spot where you had been standing a second ago. Your heart was doing the samba in your chest, and your head was full of questions with no answers. What the hell did I just do? I can’t believe it happened again.

After ducking out of the museum, your quick steps turned into a jog, then a full-blown sprint the moment your feet hit the pavement. The city was a living beast around you, and you melted into it, just another face in the late afternoon rush.

You didn’t stop until you reached your current hideout—a tiny, forgotten storage room above an old laundromat. The place smelt like fabric softener and rotten wood, but it was perfect.

You fumbled with the keys, your fingers still trembling. Inside, the room was just as you left it: small, cluttered with thrift store finds, and walls covered with a collage of drawings and photos—none of which were yours. You had hoped they’d trigger something, anything, about who you were. Who you used to be. So far, no luck.

You slumped onto the bed and let out a breath you didn't realize you’d been holding. The room was quiet, but your mind was loud.

Just as you were about to chalk up the day's craziness to yet another episode you’d rather forget, a knock came at the door. Three sharp taps, like the punchline to a joke you weren’t in on.

You froze. Nobody knocked in this place, mostly because nobody knew you were here. Slowly, you crept to the door and peered through the peephole.

On the other side stood a guy in a sharp suit with a face that screamed government agent or maybe vacuum cleaner salesman. Next to him, a woman with red hair and a look that said she could dropkick you without breaking a sweat. Definitely not salespeople.

You opened the door a crack, enough to be heard, not enough to be grabbed. "Can I help you?"

The man smiled, and it was a practiced thing, like he’d done it in front of a mirror. "Lia?" he asked, his voice smooth like a radio host's. "We need to talk."

The woman chimed in, her voice just as calm but carrying a weight that made you listen. "It's about what happened at the museum today. And it's about you."

Everything in you told you to slam the door, to run and never stop running. But something else, something tired of running and hiding, wanted to stay. Maybe they had answers. Maybe they could tell you who you really were.

So, you opened the door wider, stepped back, and let them walk in.

You moved towards the window; your body tensed for flight if it turned out these people were here to hurt you. As the quiet of your room settled back in around you, you studied your unexpected guests. Agent Coulson was giving you a kind of half-smile that seemed meant to reassure you, while Natasha looked like someone who didn't do much without a reason.

Natasha took a step forward, her eyes not just seeing you, but reading you, "We've been tracking incidents like the one at the museum for a while now," she said. "Unexplained phenomena. Memories made real. They've happened in cities across the globe—Paris, Cairo, Bangkok,”

Your heart skipped. You’d never thought much about how you ended up in those places. You just... went where you felt you needed to be, slipping onto planes and boats, always just out of sight, never questioned. No tickets, no passport, no problem. It was as if the world itself had forgotten you needed those things.

Coulson chimed in, "Your... talent, it's quite extraordinary. And it's brought you to our attention for a reason. We think you can be more than just a ghost moving through the crowds."

The words hit you harder than expected. A ghost—that's exactly what you’d felt like. A nobody. A nothing. Just someone on the run. Someone who didn’t have a home or a family at least not one you could remember. But these people—these Avengers? They were offering you a chance to be something more. What should you do?

Go or stay?

"We can help you," Natasha said, and it wasn't a question. "Help you control it, use it. You've been surviving, but you could be living. With us."

You looked between them, the offer hanging heavy in the air. You had spent so long hiding in plain sight, a part of you was screaming to keep it that way. Safe. Invisible. But another part—a part you’d buried deep long ago—wanted to step into the light, to be seen, to be somebody. To be loved.

Finally, you nodded. "I want... I want to understand," you said, the words a whisper but clear. "I want to remember."

Coulson’s smile turned genuine this time, and Natasha’s posture relaxed just a fraction. "Good," Natasha replied. "Because we start tomorrow. We'll teach you, train you. And maybe along the way, we'll find out where you've really come from."

Coulson reached out his hand, a card tucked between his fingers and you immediately recoiled. Natasha took the card from his hand and placed it on the table.

“It has the address on it,” she told you, keeping her distance from you, “Time too. Don’t be late,” she added walking out, Coulson following behind. He shot you a small, apologetic smile as he left.

***

After a night of tossing and turning, the dawn finally broke free and it was time to head out. Was this the start of your new life? Should you get your hopes up? Probably not. If you don’t, at least you won’t be disappointed.

After navigating the busy sidewalks and dodging psychotic cab drivers, you found yourself gazing up at the Avengers Tower, its glass facade reflecting the bustling city life below. It was massive, stretching up into the clouds like Jack’s beanstalk.

Taking a shaky breath, you stepped through the sliding doors. Your sneakers scuffed the gleaming floor of the Avengers Tower as you entered, your eyes darting up to the dizzying heights of the lobby's ceiling. The place was like a slice of the future, dropped right in the middle of New York City, all shiny metal and cool blue light.

You stood there for a second, feeling small and insignificant in the buzz of the place. People were everywhere, striding by, talking into earpieces, and tapping on tablets. Your heart thumped a nervous rhythm, but you squared your shoulders and took a step forward. No more hiding.

A man with a badge and a tie approached you with a business-like smile. "Lia?" His voice was smooth, practiced. He gestured toward the elevators with a sweep of his hand. "Right this way."

You rode up in silence, focusing on the numbers on the elevator panel climbing trying to distract yourself from the proximity of the stranger and the fact there was no escape. You felt the weight of the building above you, full of heroes and stories and now, maybe, a place for you too.

No. don’t get your hopes up. You told yourself.

The training floor was like stepping onto another planet. You hadn’t seen this much technology in an electronic store. It was all open space and moving parts, with areas marked out for fighting, climbing, and things you couldn't even hazard a guess at. High above, screens showed maps and data flickering past too fast for you to read.

Soon your gaze fell on Natasha, looking every inch the hero, you had seen on TV, but realer, somehow. "Glad you could make it," she said, and there was a thread of something like pride in her voice. You just nodded, forcing a small polite smile, “We’re gonna do some hand-to-hand combat, see what you can do. You okay with that?”

Not really, you thought, the last time you fought was for survival. Kill or be killed. You’d rather not have taken another life, but he left you no choice. But at least he deserved to die. There were others that didn’t. Others that died at your hand.

“Okay,” she murmured, the word barely making it out before being swallowed by the expanse of the room. It was a lie wrapped in a whisper.

Natasha nodded, sensing the tremor in your voice, the shadow of understanding passed over her eyes. "We'll take it slow," she assured, though you both knew that in combat, there's no such thing.

As you squared off, you could feel the ghosts of your past rising up, specters waiting to see if you’d fall back into your old patterns. But this was a new day, a new place, with rules you were still trying to understand. Here, you weren’t a weapon, but a lost soul seeking redemption—one carefully controlled move at a time.

Your practice session was in full swing when the heavy thud of boots drew your attention to the entrance, where you found the Avengers.

A tall blonde man led the pack, his presence commanding yet genial. He approached you with an easy stride, a congenial smile playing on his lips. "Hi, Lia. I'm Steve Rogers," he said, extending his hand in greeting.

The gesture, meant to be friendly, was a trigger. Your instincts, honed by too many betrayals and battles, kicked in. Your muscles tensed, your stance shifted, ready to move, to defend. You didn't see Captain America, the symbol of trust and bravery; you saw a potential threat, another combatant in the long line you had faced.

You recoiled sharply, stepping back and away from the offered hand. Steve's hand hung in the air. His smile faltered into a look of concern, and he slowly lowered his arm, taking a step back to respect your space. The reaction reminded him of what Bucky was like when he first arrived. The room filled with a tense silence, each Avenger processing the scene, recalibrating their approach.

"I... I'm sorry," You stammered, the words escaping you in a rush, "I didn't mean—"

Steve shook his head gently, cutting you off. "No need to apologize," he reassured you.

The other Avengers exchanged glances, their initial assessments of you now tinged with a new understanding. They saw not just a potential ally with valuable skills, but a person still grappling with the shadows of their past, still fighting a war within yourself that hadn't yet ended.

With the tension still hanging in the air like a thick fog. They didn't advance any further, but they continued their introductions, each mindful of your space.

Tony Stark, with his hands safely tucked away, gave a little wave from a distance. "Tony," he said simply, opting for a nod instead of his usual flamboyant welcome.

Bruce Banner offered a warm, empathetic smile, his hands clasped in front of him. "Bruce here. I know a thing or two about keeping a lid on it," he said with a gentle chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

Clint Barton remained where he was, leaning against the wall with a friendly grin. "Clint."

Thor’s voice, always filled with a regal boom, softened slightly out of respect for you, "Thor of Asgard," he introduced himself with a small bow of his head rather than his usual enthusiastic handshake.

Bucky Barnes watched you with an understanding that came from shared experiences. He simply nodded, his introduction a quiet murmur. "Bucky."

As the Avengers took their places along the edge of the training area, Natasha turned back to you, her expression both understanding and focused. "Ready to keep going?" she asked, her tone suggesting you could stop at any moment if you felt uncomfortable.

You nodded, your breath steadying as you found your footing again. The session resumed with Natasha guiding you through a series of defensive moves, demonstrating and then watching as you mimicked them. Your movements were precise, almost too perfect, each one carried out with a fluidity that spoke of muscle memory ingrained from countless battles.

After the session, they gathered to discuss privately, leaving you to reflect on your performance and your past. Each member had an opinion about you, Steve voiced his impression first, noting your skill and potential. Natasha spoke of your control and focus. Tony, ever the skeptic, remained quiet, observing and calculating. Bruce empathized with your struggle for control, and Clint expressed his belief in your abilities. Thor saw a warrior's spirit, and Bucky, he saw a reflection of his own path to redemption.Top of Form

"I know what it's like to be on the outside, to not know if you can control what you've become. She needs this. We might be the only ones who can help her." Bucky added, his voice steady and sure.

Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I get it. She's special, mysterious, but we're not a charity. We can't keep picking up strays." He added, he looked over to Bucky, “No offence, Robo-Cop,”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “I think we should give her a chance,” There were nods and a few "hmms" of agreement.

Tony was still on the fence and Nat rolled her eyes, “You can afford it,”

Tony shot her a mock glare, but the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. "I suppose the Tower can house one more," he conceded, a begrudging warmth seeping into his voice, “There’s a spare room beside Wanda,”

Natasha found you where they'd left you, still on the training mat, now sitting you’re your knees pulled up to your chest, lost in thought. You looked up as Natasha approached, your guard visibly rising again.

Natasha didn't waste time with pleasantries. "You're in," she said, her voice carrying a firmness that left no room for doubt. "Welcome to the Avengers."

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy with promise and uncertainty. Your face remained guarded, but a flicker of something—relief, perhaps, or cautious hope—passed over your features, "Thank you," you said, your voice almost a whisper.

Natasha gestured for you to follow. "Come on. I'll show you to your room."

You walked in silence as she led you to a room not far from the main living area. "This will be your space," she said, opening the door to a room that was simple and clean, with a bed, a desk, and a window that looked out over the city, “I know it’s bare but you can decorate it how you want,”

You stepped inside tentatively, your eyes taking in every detail of the room. It was more than you’d expected, a place of your own within this fortress of heroes. "It's perfect," you said, allowing yourself a small smile as you ran your fingers over the smooth fabric of the bedspread.

Natasha leaned against the doorframe as your eyes floated around the room, she spoke up softly as not to startle you, “Dinner is in an hour, it’s pizza night, any preference?”

“Cheese is okay,” you replied, not wanting to be awkward and order something too extra.

“Okay, we usually eat all together but I can bring it up and you can eat in here if you prefer,” she offered, you nodded, but something in her face showed that she already knew what your decision would be. She gave you a nod and a smile before closing the door to give you privacy.

Your eyes left the closed door and started scanning the room again. The walls were a soft shade of cream, bare and waiting for a personal touch. You weren’t sure you had. It had a bed, neatly made with crisp white linens and a sturdy desk sat patiently against one wall.

But the big window was what really caught her eye. It was huge, like a giant TV screen showing the live bustle of the city below. She could see the tiny cars and people moving down there, all busy and rushing around, unaware of the girl who watched from above.

You went up to the window and pressed your hands against it. It felt cool and a little bit thrilling to see everything from up so high.

This room was a new start, a blank page. But even with the excitement, you couldn't shake off the jitters in your belly. You were scared of getting hurt again, scared of someone turning on you. Scared of turning into the thing you hated most. The killer that was planted within you. This place was safe, they said, but you’d heard that before.

Hugging yourself, you tried to imagine being part of all that life below. The room felt like a cozy nest, but you were like a bird that wasn't sure how to fly yet. One who had forgotten how to.

As the sun started to set, the sky turned all kinds of pretty colors, and lights began twinkling on in the buildings and streets. Maybe one day, you thought, one of those lights would feel like home to you.

For tonight, you were just a girl with a new room, looking out at the city and feeling a mix of hope and worry. Tomorrow you’d start figuring out how to fit into this new life. But right now, you were okay just watching and waiting, high above the quiet city that was slowly going to sleep.

An hour later, there was a soft knock on your door. You opened it to see Natasha, who remained on the other side of the threshold, a respectful distance away, holding a pizza box. The aroma of melted cheese hinted at the contents, “Here's your cheese pizza,”

You took the box, feeling the warmth from the bottom seep into your hands. “Thanks,” she replied, her stomach rumbling in response.

Natasha gave you a quick nod. “Enjoy,” she said, and then she was gone, leaving you alone with your pizza and the view of the city lights below.

[A/N] the song I listened to writing this 😂

[bimobuddy]

Do Cats Smile?

Something a little different, folks

I'm writing this about Bimo, my oc/sona/ blog mascot, since he doesn't get a lot of love anymore

But maybe this short fic will help show his personality more too :]

I couldn't think of a Ler, so it'll be kind of ambiguous

Lee! Bimo

Low purring vibrated into the couch as a blue tail flicked from side to side. With a yawn and a big stretch, he turned over onto his back to continue his afternoon nap.

Glasses folded and neatly set to the side on the coffee table, he rubbed his eyes sleepily, having been napping for the past two hours. Hearing soft footsteps against the hardwood floor, his ear twitched in their direction.

As a shadow suddenly blocked his sunlight from the window, he lazily opened one eye. "Evening, sweetheart, do you need someth-" he paused, seeing the look in their eye. A chill ran down his spine and his fur fluffed up a little in anticipation.

"I know that look- Listen, I-" heat rose to his cheeks, painting a pretty purple color across the bridge of his muzzle. Flustered, yet not exactly refusing, Bimo's ears folded down into 'air plane mode,' as his tail began to flick with the extra energy of nervousness.

As hands darted down toward his tummy, he gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. Yet nothing came. A beat went by. Two.

He cracked his eyes open to peek, and grew increasingly more flustered, seeing teasing hands hovering just above his tummy. But instead of wrecking him, like he anticipated, they reached up toward his head and scritched under his chin, making him melt and purr loudly. He purred so loudly and the scratching was so heavenly, he almost didn't hear the question they asked.

Do cats smile?

He tilted his head up to enjoy the scratching more. "Of course cats smile, dear, I'm doing so now."

Are you sure?

He tilted his head, confused, but upon seeing the teasing look in their eyes, it sank in. Their hands cupped his cheeks and gently held him still.

You wouldn't mind if I tested that would you?

Before the cat could get out a response, they had leaned in and started to gently pepper kisses to the inside of his ear. One ear flattened to his head in response, while the other was held open for kisses.

Bimo started to grin, big and shy as he giggled, a deep purple blush spread across his cheeks. His tail flicked and thumped against the couch. "Wahahait, sweheheetheart-"

They let his ear go and reached down toward his tummy, slipping a hand under his sweater and curling their fingers, waving their hand from side to side, like how one might pet a dog.

You always were odd, being a cat who enjoys belly rubs.

Bimo brought his paws up to cover his blushing face, muffling his laughs mixed with loud purring. His tail thumped harder against the couch as he twisted and squirmed from side to side, both trying to get away from the tickling, while also trying to stay in place.

However, he squirmed a little too far, and gravity caught him, dragging him to the floor with a soft thud.

Are you okay?? They asked, walking around the couch to check on him.

The cat sat up, blushing, still grinning and flustered. "I'm alright, my dear, it was a short drop, just foot off the ground." He reassured. He picked his glasses up from the table, and slipped them on.

"Though, if I were you, I'd get running-" He swiftly caught their wrist and pulled them down into his lap, wrapping his wiggling tail around their waist, "Unfortunately for you, that doesn't appear to be an option~"

[soupedepates]

TW domestic violence, alcoholism, abuse

It's yet another afternoon at our flat. We the five kids are home, Efrem's just got back from his weekly 4-hour detention. I almost got it by error, we're Irish twins and well, the Lupsowiec, myself included, aren't the most well-behaved kids. And we kinda look alike. Except he is a head taller than me.

Mum doesn't even greet him, she just goes back to the kitchen with Aleksy sucking on her chest.

Well, legit. 'cause Lech has brought dad back home two hours ago and the combo Lech-drunk dad-Efrem is deadly.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You wanna grow into a delinquent?"

Annnnd here we go. Daniel pauses his game to listen what is going on. Efrem throws his backpack on the floor, and gives dad the finger. Lech isn't here to see it, for now. He is finishing his homework. Dad squishes the can in his hand, and suddenly raises from the armchair. Dad staggers toward Efrem. Daniel looks at me, waiting for me to say a thing. Ohhh no, Dan, I won't interfere.

"This is how you treat your father, you little cunt?"

"And you call yourself a father?"

And it begins. It's like, routine by now. Dad grabs Efrem by the collar and pins him against the wall. Dad is tall. Strong. Stout. But Efrem too is tall and strong. He used to be wary of that, because when we were ten it was scary as hell. Now, he doesn't even flinch.

"What, you're gonna choke me like you do when mum gets outside of the kitchen?" he mocks.

He gets slapped. Just hard enough for it to bruise.

"Stop playing the smartass! You're the worst in this household of fucking idiots! At least your brothers all have the intelligence of laying low! Fuck", he shouts before freeing my brother from his hand. "You think you're setting a good example?"

"Dad, stop, Efrem has already..."

"Shut up, the little shit!", he growls at me.

I shouldn't have spoken.

'cause now Efrem is loading his punch. Right in the nose it goes.

"YOU BETTER NOT TALK LIKE THAT TO JON!"

Oh fuck. Now Lech is moving. Welp. I jump from my chair and step in between the two of them before my oldest brother intervenes.

"Stop fighting!" I yell. "The neighbours will call the cops again and CPS will separate us, Efrem! Stop!"

This usually is enough for my brother to instantly go livid. So I can make sure dad is sat again when Lech barges in and pulls Efrem in our room by the hair.

"I'm so sorry dad for Efrem", I say before bringing him the vodka bottle. "He is kinda tired. You know?"

"Can't wait for him to turn eighteen. Or anything, really. Just to get him out of here. Your mother agrees with me", he answers between two long sips. "Just a good-for-nothing. A bad seed."

"Yes, yes, yes, we know..." I don't like that, but better indulge in his ranting. Daniel resumes his game. We just hear shouting and cries from the other room. "Let Lech handle it, okay?"

Dad doesn't answer.

"I can turn on the TV if you want."

"Yes, Jonatan, do it."

He starts to slur on his words. Yeah. Better. I stay by his side until he falls asleep. When the door of our room opens, after Lech shouted insanities in Polish, Efrem goes out. He just leaves our flat, without saying anything. I go after him, immediately.

"Why you following me?"

"Makin' sure you don't get in any more trouble."

"You too believe I am a delinquent and a bad person, huh", he says in a destroyed voice. "They're right, I guess, y'all are right, I..."

"Efrem, I... you know I don't! Aw, come on... You, of all of us, you who are so tough and all, you won't let this get to you, right? You're great, you're like, the only reason dad doesn't strike me or Dan."

"I'm... No, you know what, I don't care."

He cares. He really does care. But that's fine. We'll grab sodas and just chill at the city park. It'll be good. Perhaps he will forget everything about tonight.

[crystalsnow95z]

I've done 4 different scenarios and hated them all, so I'm sorry if it's bad, this is the best one. Sorry if it's what you were looking for, Annon. I can try again

Sickie: Namjoon with appendicitis

Caretaker: Mostly Jin

"Yoongi-yah.. watch where you wave your arms.." Jin holds his arm where Yoogi hit him.

"I'm sorry hyung..It's just cold i can't sit stil.." Yoongi complains when the wind picks up again, wrapping around himself as a chill runs down his spine.

"Here, Hyungie. " Jimin wraps his body around Yoongi, rubbing Yoongi's bare arms."Does this help?"

The boys were shooting a music video, leaving the boys underdressed for the cool autumn breeze. It was day two of filming and if they worked fast enough, the last day.

Yoongi didn't feel much warmer, with Jimin's hands being cold too, but smiles fondly at Jimin's effort. "Thanks, Jimin-ah.."

Jungkook and Taehyung wrap around Jin when he sees him shivering. "Jinnie-hyung is cold too."

"It was warmer yesterday.." Yoongi speaks with a pout.

J-hope was watching the monitor intensely with Namjoon, making a face. "Namjoonie, you're off center too close to Jiminie.. we have to redo it."

Namjoon saw it too, his arm covered Jimin's face from view. "Ah shit..sorry guys.." Namjoon bows in apology.

They started filming when the sun was just barely over the horizon, and now it was almost the afternoon. Everyone wants to eat and get to the next scene. I don't have time to make rookie mistakes, we only have so much time before we lose the sunlight, and we still need to switch locations. "I'll do it right this time." Namjoon promises with another bow.

"It's okay, Hyung. We can just do it again, no problem. It'll help us warm up." Jungkook smiles at Namjoon in an attempt to comfort him.

"Yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Could we please redo the chorus?" J-hope asks the staff, motioning for everyone to get into position.

Namjoon tried to move in sync with the other members, but a dull ache in his belly made it hard to concentrate. Everyone is freezing.. we need to get this done as soon as possible. I can't let a stomachache ruin the music video..

The seven members nearly make it to the end of the part, but this time, it was Jin who messes up, accidentally stepping on Taehyung, getting too close to the younger vocalist. Taehyung balances on one foot sucking his breath through his teeth. "Ahh, Jinnie-hyung.."

"I'm sorry Vuu! Are you okay?" Jin apologizes, bending down to check his foot, rubbing it. "I'm sorry."

"I'm fine, don't worry, Hyung." Taehyung smiles through the pain, putting his weight back on it. "See?" Taehyung says with a yawn, covering it with his hand.

"Maybe we can do just the last verse?" Jimin suggests when his stomach gurgles, making him blush in embarrassment.

"Let's take a five minute break.." J-hope calls looking at his members sympathetically. They've done this same choreography three times already, switching outfits for clipping the music video together in editing.

"I'm so hungry.." Taehyung whines, leaning on Yoongi.

"I know.. me too.. today is the last day of filming. We just gotta get through it." Yoongi tries to silence his own growling stomach by putting his hand on it.

"We can't work like this. I have some snacks in my bag. Maybe it'll help a little. Can we have a snack break Hyungie?"

"Alright, just a quick one, okay?" J-hope answers. Taehyung jumps to his feet, going to go to the trailer, but Jin grabs him when he notices a slight limp to his step.

"No, you rest that foot. I'll get it." Jin leaves to the trailer. Namjoon lays flat on the ground, rubbing his bloating belly.

"Are you okay Hyungie?" Jungkook asks, taking a seat next to him.

"Yeah I'm fine, I think I just need to eat something. My stomachs a little upset.." Namjoon sits up when he sees Jin returning.

Jin returns with an armful of waterbottles and Taehyung's bag. "I dropped one, but someone can share with me right?" He distributes the water, and gives Taehyung his bag.

"Thanks Hyung.." Taehyung ruffles through it, taking out a bag of chips, a cookie and a container of gum. "We'll have to share this too, but it'll at least hold off the hunger."

The members gather around him, Taehyung trying to ration out his snacks evenly.

Namjoon eats his small handful of chips, instantly regretting the decision, only making the pain worse, trying to wash it down with water.

"Here, Hyungie, a piece of cookie for you too." Jungkook offers a bite-sized piece, but Namjoon's stomach churns at the thought of eating something sweet.

"You have it, Jaykay." Namjoon pushes it away. "Or give it to someone else. Jiminie and Yoongi-hyung seem really hungry."

"You sure?" Jungkook looks at Namjoon with a concerned look. You just said you needed to eat, though..

"Yeah, I'm fine. Eat." Namjoon stands up, wanting to get through this as quickly as possible so he could go home and sleep of the pain. "Alright.. let's do another run-through."

Everyone follows his lead, getting into position, J-hope signaling for the music to play. They managed to make it through this time, but Namjoon needed to take something for the pain gnawing at his belly.

"Thank you! Good work everyone!" J-Hope bows to the staff the other members joining in but Namjoon who could only manage to lower his head, bending was too much for his bloating stomach. Namjoon sneaks off to talk to a staff member, asking for medicine to try to ease the pain.

"Are you okay Namjoon-sii?" The staff member asks, giving him pills for the pain.

"I'm fine, just a bit of a headache." Namjoon gives them a polite smile, swallowing down the medicine before quickly returning to the others.

"Are you okay Joon-ah?" Jin wraps his arm around Namjoon's shoulder to stop him from getting on with the others.

"I think I'm getting some sort of bug, but its nothing.. I'll take a few days off to rest after we finish this music video." (Did you see me talking to Kwon or am I looking that sick?)

"If you aren't feeling well we could always find a way around it. We can reschedule." Jin rubs the back of Namjoon's neck, trying to check if he felt feverish. He couldn't tell with his cold hands, giving up.

Namjoon moves away from his icy grasp."No, we had to fly to this location and get special permission to film here. I'll be fine. I'll just take some medicine." Namjoon waves off his worry, giving Jin a fake smile, getting in the trailer to go to the next location for the last few verses.

"Seokjinnie-hyung, don't tell the others, okay? I don't need them worrying. I'll tell them once we finish filming. It's nothing..its already dying down." Namjoon whispers to Jin as he slides in next to him.

"Don't push yourself too hard okay? You gotta tell me if you start feeling worse. You're already looking more worn out than the others.. here, lay on hyungs shoulder and sleep." Jin pulls him close.

"My face will get all puffy if I sleep.." Namjoon states with a yawn. "I'm fine."

"It's okay. Army will still think you're handsome. I will, too." Jin winks at Namjoon, getting a blush out of the youngest rapper, wrapping an arm around him.

Namjoon leans into him, falling asleep to Jin gently tracing hearts and stars on his stomach.

"Is Rapmonie-hyung okay?" Jungkook asks when he sees Namjoon dozing on Jin's shoulder. Namjoon twitching when he hears Jungkook.

"Shh.." Jin puts a finger to his lips. He didn't want to lie to him about Namjoon but didn't want to betray the rapper's trust. "Don't wake him.." He whispers.

"Alright Hyung." Jungkook watches Namjoon sleep. (Maybe he's just getting sick from the cold...Jinnie Hyung seems to be taking care of him, but I'll keep an eye out too.)

"Do we have enough cameras to film two different shots?" Namjoon asks after reviewing their group shot, noticing how stiff his movements were becoming on camera. The medicine dulled the pain for a while, but it was returning again, and he just wanted to go home.

"Namjoonie-hyung, your voice sounds off.. are you sure you're okay?" Jungkook asks Namjoon for the fourth time since he woke up.

"Yeah, I just want to get this done. These are the last two scenes, right?" Namjoon relaxes when the pain becomes manageable again.

The director nods. "Alright, Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon will stay here. The rest will do the scene with the water."

Namjoon watches his members acting, waiting for his cue to join. His verse comes, getting into position trying to break up their pretend fight, but when Jungkook pushes him a sharp pain hits his abdomen, his legs giving out on him. (Something isn't right..it hurts too much..)Namjoon lets out a scream Jungkook rushing to catch him.

"Namjoon! Namjoon what's wrong? Did i push too hard?" Jungkook completely forgot about formalities, helping Namjoon to the ground. Namjoon couldn't answer, his mind too muddled from the pain, tears streaming down his cheeks. It felt like someone took a jagged piece of glass and twisted it inside his stomach. He grips his hand on his right side.

"Hyung!" Jungkook panics, trying to find a cause, finding little relief when Namjoons hand wasn't where he pushed him. "Somethings really wrong with Namjoonie-hyung.."

"We need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible." Jin's blood ran cold at the sound of Namjoon's scream. Jin picks Namjoon up to carry him, a staff member quickly rushing to their car with Jungkook and Jin following behind.

"What happened?" J-hope runs towards the sound, face turning white with fear at the sight of Namjoon. "Monie.."

"Was that Namjoon who screamed?" Taehyung asks eyes widening when he sees Namjoon is Jins arms. "It was!"

(Please..don't move me, I'm gonna be sick...) Namjoon moans in pain, unable to get the words out, Jin taking a step towards the car sending his stomach over the edge, his mouth quickly filling with saliva, violently retching, pushing up the chips he had earlier mixed with bile, spraying it onto himself and Jin.

"Sh*t..Joonie..." Jin quickly puts him down, holding Namjoon up as he gags, pushing up more sick, his body trembling.

"We're in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere.. the nearest hospital at least an hour away!" Jungkook runs his hands through his hair. "What if something busted like with Yoongi.."

"We'll call an ambulance." Yoongi starts dialing on his phone, eyes growing wide at that possibility stomach clenching with fear, recalling his own expirence. (We need to get him to the hospital as soon as possible..)

"Hyung.." Namjoon hardly gets the word out before his stomach lurched again, him burping up more sick onto the ground, it spraying out painfully from his throat and nose.

"I'm here, Joon-ah. I'm not going anywhere.. just let it all up. It's okay, it's okay.."Jin rubs Namjoon's back, forcing himself to sound calm. (I should've told him he couldn't go with us and to see a doctor.. then he'd be with professionals right now..) His hands trembled as he supported Namjoon, holding his hair from his face. "We'll get you help..You'll be okay.."

Namjoon whimpers in response, his body finally empty of everything it had, moving to lay his head on Jin's knee and he curls up on his side.

"Should we move him out of the trees so he's easier to get to?" J-hope asks, bending down to try to soothe Namjoon, holding his breath as he rubs the back of his neck.

"No, he already got sick because of it. We don't want make him feel worse. They'll be able to get to him, don't worry. Let's just try to get him cleaned up.." Jin strokes Namjoon's hair, already drenched in sweat. "Aiigo, my poor Joonie.. I think he's running a fever.."

"I'll go get something to help."Jungkook rushes to the trailer, Taehyung and Jimin, following behind.

Yoongi paces like a caged animal, unsure of what he could do to help feeling restless, letting out a sound of frustration. (Why didn't i notice how poorly he was doing? I could've talked him into going to the hospital) J-hope goes over to him, wrapping around the deagu rapper. "Yoongi-yah, Yoongi, calm down.. You're starting to hyperventilate..you gotta breathe.. I know you're upset.. so am I.. but you need to keep it together.."

Yoongi takes a few deep breaths, clearing his head, another thought popping in his head, switching his anger from himself to his only hyung. "Hyung, did you know Namjoon was in pain?"

"No, he said he was feeling sick, not hurt.. I just thought it was from shooting in the cold." Jin says defensively. "You know I would've stopped him if I knew he was in pain."

"Did you even ask?" Yoongi speaks coldly with anger.

"I trusted him to know his own body. He said he could make it through the shoot. We trust each other." Jin doesn't meet Yoongi's gaze, the guilt he already felt sinking deeper, making him sick to his stomach. "Drop it, Yoongi. It doesn't m-matter who's fault it is. We just need to..to take care of him." His voice shook, causing him to stutter.

"We-" Yoongi tries talking again but Jin shushes him, silencing him with one finger.

"I said to drop it. You're one to talk. You hid your injury from us. You have no room to talk." Jin says curtly.

Yoongi needed to get away from the situation, anxiety clouding his rational thoughts. J-hope pulls at his hand. (We can't be fighting among ourselves..)

"You need to go for a walk, hyung, this isn't helping. You're upsetting Monie.." J-hope pleads for Yoongi to follow him, relief washing over him when he felt Yoongi's pull as he walked away, looking back at Namjoon as he moved.

(No, no, don't fight..) Namjoon reaches for Jin's hand, giving it a squeeze. He was feeling bad enough without being the reason his two older brothers were fighting.

"It's okay Namjoon-ah, he's just scared. That's all. We'll talk after we get you taken care of. Hoba knows how to calm him."

Jungkook comes back with a bunch of water bottles in his arms, the 95ers carrying towels and a change of clothes. "Namjoonie-hyung has a button up, we just need to get the dirty shirt off and slide it on him."

"We brought you a different shirt too." Jimin says with a sniffle.

"That's a good idea.. Namjoon-ah you gotta sit up for second, okay..?" Jin speaks softly to his ailing little brother.

Namjoon nods, letting Jungkook gently sitting him up trying his best to tug off the shirt without letting the vomit touch him or Namjoon.

(The pain isnt dying down this time..)

Taehyung helps Jin slowly pull off his soiled shirt, apologizing profusely when it touches Jin's forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry..!" He quickly discards the shirt into the grass, wetting a towel and wiping it across Jin's forehead.

Jungkook wets a towel in an attempt to cool his feverish hyung down, gently wiping the sweat from his body, jumping when Namjoon winced, his stomach flipping from the pain leaving him dry heaving.

"I'm sorry.." Jungkook whispers with a sob.

"It's not your fault. You weren't even close to it. It's okay, Koo." Jimin wraps around Jungkook to comfort him.

Namjoon curls up tighter, the pain leaving him feeling dizzy, trying to expell anything left in his body, but there is nothing. "Hyung..." Namjoon squeezes Jin's hand tightly, turning Jin's fingertips purple from the lack of circulation. (I'm so dizzy..)

Jin grits his teeth from the pain. "It's okay..its okay.." Jin rubs Namjoon's back, whispering sweet nothings mostly to calm the younger boys who were watching helplessly around him.

Namjoon's grip loosens up, his body growing heavy on Jin's lap, his body reaching its limits to pain tolerance, passing out.

"Joonie-hyung?" Jungkook whispers when he noticed Namjoon's eyes flutter open. The surgery was successful, but he couldn't leave him until he saw him awake.

"Jungkook..don't cry.. I'm fine now.. just a little sore.." Namjoon reaches to wipe the tears off of the mankae's cheek, Jungkook leaning into his touch.

"I was so scared, Hy.hyungie, you fainted be.fefore the ambulance arri..arrived.. you w.were so hot.. I was afrai..afraid we didn't get y..your help in t..tiime. Don't scare me like that! You should've gone to the hospital instead of the second location!" Jungkook scolds him, but between his angry sobs Namjoon could only understand half of what he was saying.

"I'm sorry Kook, I didn't know..I'm sorry I scared you, and everyone else.. come here.. it's okay.." Namjoon pats the bed, Jungkook sitting next to him, leaning his head on Namjoon shoulder.

"Where are the others?" Namjoon asks, wiping his thumb across Jungkook's cheeks.

"Jinnie-hyung and Yoongi-hyung went off together, probably to have a heart.. Jiminie-hyung was getting dizzy from not eating much this week so Taehyungie-hyungie went to make him eat, and Hobi-hyungie left for a phone call from the company.." Jungkook lists off the members, counting on his fingers. "That leaves just you and me." He blushes when his stomach growls.

"You should've gone with Taehyung and Jimin to eat." Namjoon scolds softly.

"I couldn't eat, my stomach was all in knots.. I don't even think Jiminie and Taehyungie-hyung will eat much. Oh! I have to text the others that you're up!" Jungkook starts typing rapidly into the group chat.

Namjoonie-hyung is awake. He's okay..

[nube55]

hey Nube! ♥️♥️ for that lil ask game:

obviously question 14 bc it was made for you, 35 bc it'll give me more buddlying material hehehe, and 53 for the fun of it!

love you 🦟📄

Tsssss always buddllying me!! 😘

14. which color of the sky is your favorite?

... I'm gonna answer that with pics

The only colour I dislike is the sheer blue of a calm day. But that rarely happens where I live! All seasons have gorgeous colours. Sunset never disappoints in any of them, for sure. Add some layered up clouds? You have yourself some natural art depiction.

But sunset with convective summer skies? Seeing Cbs grow as the afternoon goes by and the cicadas are singing in the back? The calm before the storm. More neutral toned skies are also pretty to me, specially when there's turmoil in them. That adds to the white some grey, even blue. Grey blueish skies appear most on winter afternoons, chill wind blowing from the south and bringing forward an air of change. Skies don't want to weep sometimes, but the southern wind makes the dark shapes appear and the drizzle gets you unannounced. Finally, I love the days with a quite tone but, always dramatic, filled with high level clouds that carry millions of little crystals. Depending on when you look at them they are more timid and stick with a translucent white. But other times they like playing with the sun to become gold or pink or orange. And other times they bring all the colours of the rainbow forward - even without rain. How gorgeous is that? And I'm not even going for the Most Special Of All: aurora-ridden skies.

Tl; dr: all of them!

35. what would your warning label say if you had one?

Lmaooo. Way Too Talkative If Given Room. A Huge Crybaby More Often Than Not.

Now what would you consider is my warning label? 😂

53. favorite emoji?

Nooo, that one's hard!! Mmm..🍷✨️ and idk, I love them all the same as if they were my children

Thanks for sending these 🦟 !!! 🤭💜

Wanna be nosey?

[clioseeker]

Chill Reviews : Do not take this cat home or the fear of being alone (spoiler-free version)

TW : this game has heavy topics that may not are suitable for everyone ! The content warnings of the dev are literally longer than my future. If you're uncomfortable and get triggered about abusive relationships, all forms of violence, heavy horror elements, animal cruelty, mental health related subjects or certain phobias please consider not playing this game. There's also flashing lights, imags and loud noises. Stay safe people, and take care of yourself <3

But if you're still curious, the dev put the entire list of warnings on the downloads, so you can take a peak yourself.

Soooooo, that an heavy one. Today I'm talking about a game that was quite a strange experience, Do not take this cat home. It's an horror visual novel created by Pixeliminal in 2023, it starts with a very simple premice : you (yes, you the player) is walking home on a rainy day, and you find a cute cat in a dark alley. Poor little thing is alone in a cardboard. After this, you have the choice to take it home... Or not.

Isn't that little fella cute ?

Why would you leave it outside ?

I'm not making a classic review with the qualities and the flaws, but more of an essay in fact. This is the type of game that feel more like a unique experiment more than actual gameplay when you turn your brain off and just enjoy. This post is spoiler-free, but the next won't be. If you want to read the second part anyway, I invite you to play or watch the game before.

---{ Graphics }--- ☐ You forget what reality is ☐ Beautiful ☑ Good ☐ Decent ☐ Bad ☐ Don‘t look too long at it ☐ MS-DOS

The graphics seems to be hand-made, it gives a unique look and atmosphere to the game. It's a simple style, cute and looking absolutely innocent. Like the cat is veeeery cute and I personnally want to hug and play with for days. It's a personal opinion but I rather so much 2D games over 3D realist games. The game can't really be dated and that's what it's so charming. It's unique and won't burn your eyes after a few years :3

---{ Gameplay }--- ☐ Very good ☐ Good ☑ It's just gameplay ☐ Mehh ☐ Watch paint dry instead ☐ Just don't

I don't have much to say about it. It's a visual novel, you just have to click dialogue options. You have different choices of dialogue or actions and it'll have a direct impact on the ending you'll get. Just a quick surprise at the last ending, your choices are timed.

---{ Audio }--- ☐ Eargasm ☐ Very good ☑ Good ☐ Not too bad ☐ Bad ☐ I'm now deaf

Dialogues aren't dubbed and the soundtrack is not that remarkable, but it's not bad to listen. In fact, the music perfectly blended with the atmosphere, I mostly keep impressions of cute musics mixed with creepy melodies which stressed me a bit.

---{ Audience }--- ☐ Kids ☐ Teens ☑ Adults ☐ Grandma

Like said above, the game's subjects are a bit tough to handle depending of your past experiences, your fears or your triggers. The horror is there, mostly psychological or body horror. Some endings gave me the itches because of that.

---{ PC Requirements }--- ☐ Check if you can run paint ☑ Potato ☐ Decent ☐ Fast ☐ Rich boi ☐ Ask NASA if they have a spare computer

---{ Game Size }--- ☐ Floppy Disk ☑ Old Fashioned ☐ Workable ☐ Big ☐ Will eat 10% of your 1TB hard drive ☐ You will want an entire hard drive to hold it ☐ You will need to invest in a black hole to hold all the data

---{ Difficulty }--- ☑ Just press 'W' ☐ Easy ☐ Easy to learn / Hard to master ☐ Significant brain usage ☐ Difficult ☐ Dark Souls

---{ Grind }--- ☑ Nothing to grind ☐ Only if u care about leaderboards/ranks ☐ Isn't necessary to progress ☐ Average grind level ☐ Too much grind ☐ You'll need a second life for grinding

---{ Story }--- ☐ No Story ☐ Some lore ☐ Average ☑ Good ☐ Lovely ☐ It'll replace your life

---{ Game Time }--- ☐ Long enough for a cup of coffee ☑ Short ☐ Average ☐ Long ☐ To infinity and beyond

My advice is take an evening or an afternoon when you're fully into into it, the game can me completed in 3-4 hours.

---{ Price }--- ☑ It's free! ☐ Worth the price ☐ If it's on sale ☐ If u have some spare money left ☐ Not recommended ☐ You could also just burn your money

I would even say it's cheaper than free x)

---{ Bugs }--- ☑ Never heard of ☐ Minor bugs ☐ Can get annoying ☐ ARK: Survival Evolved ☐ The game itself is a big terrarium for bugs

---{ ? / 10 }--- ☐ 1 ☐ 2 ☐ 3 ☐ 4 ☐ 5 ☐ 6 ☐ 7 ☑ 8 ☐ 9 ☐ 10

---{ Author }--- ☑ https://vojtastruhar.github.io/steam-review-template

Detailed and spoiler-free opinion : Do not take this cat home is an entertaining game at first, but the first impression of cuteness quickly gives his place to an eerie atmosphere. Strange events were happening to the MC and I was mixed between affection for the cat and curiosity for what were happening to our character. Then let's just say my opinion on my new fluffy friend changed after a few runs. If you're looking for an new whole horror experience, without jumpscares, the game may be for you. I find it excellent and it's definitely a 'must play' in the genre of horror free games.

[based-brawler-lazagna]

Aight I'm gonna do it... Here are the Runo/Shun headcanons

-I imagine they'd get together pretty slowly. Obviously, there are certain hurdles in the way, so they'd be hesitant to act on their feelings- or at least, Shun would. Runo, however, loves spiting Dan, and hates being tied to him despite him not giving any affection, so she's the one who makes the first move on Shun. It wouldn't be anything too overt or obvious (especially not to Mr. Socially-Inept himself) but she stays persistent about it, so eventually he gets the hint.

-Shun is surprised- not that Dan's maybe-baby is flirting with him, but that she's flirting with him specifically. But he's certainly not against it; he's Dan's best friend, so he knows that Dan barely gives her a second thought unless he's hungry. Why adhere to some made-up "bro code" when Dan had never even called her his girlfriend? Why rob Runo of her agency?...Yeah, he had to jump through quite a few mental hurdles to not feel guilty about it. And to stop feeling guilty about feeling guilty.

-The first thing that drives them to go out would probably just be physical attraction. But after spending one-on-one time with each other, Runo would like how surprisingly empathetic and thoughtful he is and the astoundingly weird vibes he gives off when he's comfortable enough, while Shun grows to appreciate her strong ambition and her deep passion for those she cares about.

-Obviously, Runo's a Big Fucking Tsundere who can't look anyone in the eyes without blushing, but Shun is surprisingly chill with physical affection. He's not big on it, but he'll put his arm around her shoulders or waist, or grab her hand, or even run his fingers through her hair without much thought. It drives Runo crazy just how casual he is about it.

-Of course, when Runo does eventually turn the tables on him with her classic words of affirmation style, he gets very quiet and flustered. He's pretty good at masking it (like most of his emotions lmao) but not from Runo. She knows.

-I think they'd go on a lot of outdoor dates, like picnics, going to the beach (or wherever you can swim in/near Wardington), going to fairs, all that good shit. And of course, because Shun is a try-hard who can't show affection unless it's through actions and he has a lot of affection to show, he was the one who organised them at first. He needs three courses for the picnic and a big blanket in case she wants to lie down and maybe some pillows? I could read her a book? We should go somewhere where the leaves are falling so it'll look nice, but not too many leaves we don't want ticks- yeah, he calms down eventually once they're further into the relationship, but Runo certainly doesn't have a problem with all the hard work he puts into it.

-They also spend a lot of time just chilling quietly together. They'll hang out in one of their beds, Runo scrolling through her phone and Shun reading some old book, one running their fingers through the other's hair or tracing patterns on their skin. Or they'll just have an afternoon snooze together, or a lazy morning makeout. They just love to relax together.

-When she's not working, Runo makes a point to NEVER enter the kitchen- which means she's a shit cook who, if left to fend for herself, is turning straight to good ol' Micky D's. Luckily for her, Mr. Well-Rounded Rich Man Shun is actually a pretty good cook because he had to cook for himself during/after his mum's death lol and a willing malewife who would gladly cook for his girlfriend at any point to stop her from destroying her arteries. Man will travel all the way into the city with a homecooked meal on request- or just at random sometimes.

-Is Dan okay with this? Who fucking cares lol.

-Runo is torn between wanting to flaunt her hot bf and wanting to hide him from her dad. On the one hand, she thinks everyone should know how happy they are and how well she's being treated. On the other hand, if her dad finds out how well he's treating her, he just won't stand for it. Luckily for her, once her dad does find out and tries his usual intimidation tactic, Shun is just. completely unaffected. and there's just not much else that her dad can do unless he wants his daughter's bf to call CPS on his ass.

[compo67]

Can I please request number 5 for the boys from the Minutes Past Midnight 'verse? I love that fic like burning!

Hello, anon! Thank you so much for requesting this prompt for MPM. I'm delighted that you love this verse! I hope you enjoy this ficlet. <3

#5. …where it doesn’t hurt.

Jared loves running through the forest.

"Please, be careful," Jensen pleads, strapping Jared into his four paw chair.

With a yip, Jared says both yes and let's go!

They went for a run yesterday and the day before that. Jared believes he just might have the stamina to match Jensen's for the outdoors. There are endless things to see, smell, touch, and taste in the forest. Everything is familiar, but also incredibly new.

The second Jensen shifts into four paw form, Jared sprints. His front paws slap and thud against the ground, while his wheels speedily spin forward. Down the path and into the forest he goes--where the trees grow closer together and the air smells richer. The soil is soft and unspoiled here. Jared slows down to a trot and starts sniffing his favorite maple tree. The sap inside smells so sweet.

Jensen catches up and immediately starts chiding Jared for running ahead--nipping at Jared's ears and gently biting his muzzle. Jared responds with a few licks to Jensen's nose, indicating that he isn't trying to be reckless. He's just too damn excited to not only be outside, but to be outside in four paw form. It is cold out, but their fur and the exercise keeps them warm. It'll be a long winter--they need to enjoy the outdoors as much as possible for the time being.

Side by side, Jared and Jensen begin scratching at more trees. There's something so satisfying about digging their claws into the bark. Doing this serves two purposes: to mark their territory and to sharpen their nails.

It's been an interesting--and welcomed--change thinking of his territory as their territory.

Jared stops scratching a tree just to lick Jensen's muzzle and the back of his ears. Jensen pants, tongue out, and whines when Jared stops. Barking once, stretching his paws forward, Jared challenges Jensen to another run. This time, Jensen bolts ahead.

For the rest of the early afternoon, they race each other and hunt down two rabbits--one a piece. After that, they find a small clearing and groom each other under a patch of sunlight. Jensen shifts only to let Jared out of his chair and curl up. Finished with that, he shifts back. Jared stretches out, placing his head over Jensen's flank.

Unfortunately for them, the sun begins its descent all too soon. Jared takes a few minutes to play like a pup and run in circles around Jensen, followed by bows forward to get him to play too. Jensen obliges him, but barks and looks towards the setting sun. Jared huffs. Damn the sun. He could stay out all night if given the opportunity. Unfortunately, the weather doesn't agree with Jared's desires. A cold wind picks up, rustling the grass and leaves beneath their paws. Ears pointed down, Jared reluctantly admits that it's best to head back to the yurt.

Jensen shifts to his two paw form and walks alongside Jared, carrying the two rabbits in his hand. At a leisurely trot, they make their way out of the forest.

An hour or two later, in his two paw form, Jared curls up in bed, under a pile of blankets and alongside as many hot rocks as Jensen could make. Jared caught a chill, and as a result, his muscles have started spasming. Jensen boils water and pours it into a hot water bottle. He closes it and places it on the small of Jared's back.

"Thank you," Jared murmurs, peeking out from his mountain of blankets.

Jensen frowns and nods. He holds back a lecture... for now. After rubbing his hands together, he starts gently massaging Jared's legs. Jared coos and sighs in relief.

"Hey." Jared looks up at Jensen. "Guess what."

"Hmm?"

"You get to kiss me."

"Oh?" Jensen perks up, no longer frowning. "I do?"

"Yes," Jared says. "You get to kiss the only part of me that doesn't hurt."

Jensen stops massaging and climbs into bed next to Jared. Soft, green eyes look back at Jared. "What part of you doesn't hurt?"

Jared slips his hand into Jensen's. He smiles, comfortable and warm--all thanks to his mate. Slowly, Jared guides Jensen's hand to settle on his abdomen.

"Here," Jared whispers, bumping their noses together. "Right here."

Jensen returns the smile. He disappears under the covers and plants a kiss right where Jared's hand is. He nuzzes the spot with his nose, and leaves a trail of kisses on his way up to Jared's lips.

There's so much hope for the spring.

[crazyf0rswayze]

How do you think darry would be like when he's taking care of you while you're sick?

How Darry Would Take Care Of you if You Were Sick

Warnings: cursing

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-i feel like since he has two younger brothers,

-hes used to taking care of people

-and usually he wouldn't mind taking care of his brothers,

-and wouldn't make a big deal

-but when it comes to his lover...it's a different story

-he gets so so worried, and scared

-like he would try to do so many things at once

-like make soup, a warm drink, cuddle and hold you, get you warm

-like....this man would be so worried he would make himself sick

-but once you tell him to chill (💀) he's like...

-better...but not really 😅

-'baby it's ok! I'm not bed ridden I can help a little'

-'no! Go back and sit on the couch while I make soup!'.....'and wrap yourself in some blankets!'

-after he's done making soup he would pour 2 bowls

-one for you and one for him

-so you didn't feel weird being the only one eating

-he would set them down on the table infront of the couch (idk if there even is one in the movie 💀)

-he would wrap an arm around you

-turn the TV on

-and make sure you have lots of blankets

-'whatcha wanna watch babes?' 'mmm...idk'

-if you were like...super sick

-and I mean throwing up

-he would hold your hair back

-'its ok darling get it all out of your system, you're ok baby' 'uugghh I feel like shit Darrel'....'ik baby'

-he would make sure you get all cleaned up

-he would like...grab some toilet paper and wipe your mouth off

-he would leave you in the bathroom alone to freshen up after

-most of the day would js be on the couch, cuddling

-i feel like he likes you being vulnerable,

-bc he secret loves to take care of you 🥺

-he would fvcking MELT if you fell asleep in his arms

-'haha oh baby that was funn-....oh you're asleep. Ok, that's ok baby'

-ahem, anyway

-he would stroke your arm soothingly

-run his fingers through your hair

-have his arms securely around you

-kiss your head,

-cheeks,

-hand 🥺

-nose

-lips (he doesn't care if he gets sick)

-forehead

-'thank you Darry...for everything' 'oh it's no big deal sweet cheeks, I like taking care of my girl'

-if the boys came home and were loud....na 💀💀 like Darry would be so mad at them

-especially if they woke you up

-'guys, shut the fuck up, she sick, tired, and she's fucking sleeping'

-^ Darry has never cursed more in his entire life

-'uugghh what's all the noise? It makes my head hurt'

-you'd say waking up

-'ssshh it's ok...the boys are home but I'll make sure they're quiet. Go back to sleep sweets'

-hed probably say that as he runs his fingers through your hair, and kissing your forehead

-'you guys better be quiet, if she wakes up again bc of y'all, you're dead meat'

-'haha look at how defensive he is...it's so cute.'

-probably either Dal or Steve would say that 💀

-'shut it, at least I have a girl' he would snap at them

-he would js hold you tight

-he'd probably wind up carrying you (bridal style🤭) to his room,

-lying you in bed

-he'd lay down behind you, spooning you

-his arms around your waist

-he'd probably fall asleep with you is his arms

-them wake up in the afternoon/evening

-'do you feel any better sweets?'...'mmm only a little'

-'ok...I'll cook something and then we can go back to sleep, but you need to eat, ok?' 'ok'

-you'd wrap your arms around his waist, but then

-hed pick you up and carry you to the couch,

-softly throwing you on it

-'stop it. I want you sitting or lying down ok? I don't want your body too hurt or too tired bc you're standing'

-'darry! I'm fine! I wanna hold you....it'll make me feel better'

-*pouty face*

-'ok fine...'

-he'd cook, you'd eat, and then he'd carry you to bed

-you'd sleep the night, and (hopefully) not throw up or anything

-if ya did ...

-darry would be right there behind you as you go to the bathroom

-same deal as earlier

-he'd hold your hair back, and leave ya to freshen up

-(brush teeth, hair)

-'im so sorry that I woke you up. And 'm sorry that you feel the need to take care of me'

-you'd say, tears lightly filling your eyes

-'oh darling, don't cry...it's all ok. I swear to you it's ok. I don't care much. And yk...I do feel a need to take care of you, and I have every right to care about my lovely girl'

-and you'd sleep again 🙂

-not waking up until morning

-you'd wake up in Darry's arms, and he's wake up soon after

-'how ya feelin''....'better'

-'yea?' 'mhm...yea I feel better'

-'that's good darling. I'm glad you're feeling better...makes me happy'