#and it's too the point that it's getting hard for me to eat

[milktiicup]

do you write for mr scarletella? :) if so, may i request jealous scarlet who makes attempts to get closer to reader (court them) after seeing how close they are to mr crawling

persistence is key

That creepy smile grows on his face. "You like me," he says like it’s a fact. “What the- what?” You share a glance with Mr. Crawling. “You slow in head?”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚�� yeah idk, lowkey some enemies to (potential) lovers, i have no idea how to characterise mr scarletella, but i tried my best and then i kinda got a little too invested in trying to spin the fic the way i wanted and wrote a little more than usual... sorry if ur disappointed, i tried to keep the whole courting/jealous thing subtle but still kinda there >w<

warnings. canon typical violence >w<

You’re not sure when you met the man in red, but you know he’s stalking you now. And it’s getting seriously old. Unlike the ghosts and monsters you’ve had the pleasure of meeting, this one doesn’t know how to take a hint.

Your first unofficial encounter with him is something that sent shivers down your spine, tucked away under Mr. Crawling’s arm and clutching onto his kimono for dear life. The second encounter was much worse- separated from your other worldly protector and left running down an almost comically long and creepy hallway where he just magically appears in front of you. 

You don’t even think twice before you smash the crowbar into his form with all your strength, but it was futile the way he flickered? in front of your own eyes and left a weird moist residue on your weapon. You scowled, and rudely pointed a finger at him- “What the hell’s your problem, dude?”

In response, he leaned in close- so close that your nose nearly touched his. The tilt of his scarlet umbrella cast a dark shadow over you, and as he peered down, one black eye appeared from behind his hair, locking onto you with a soul-piercing stare. You felt stripped bare under that gaze, vulnerable and exposed, like he was seeing straight into your core, uncovering forgotten memories, pieces of yourself even you couldn’t remember. He smiled—a slow, unsettling curl of his lips that chilled you to your bones—and said something you didn’t understand. It sounded like a question, maybe, though you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t care. You spat out a few choice words and swung again, hard.

At least for a while, he left you alone.

Has it been days, weeks, or even months since you’ve got here? It was difficult to keep track, and it was difficult to even care anymore. The place was, without a doubt, growing on you by the day. Even if it was filled with hostile creatures that wanted to eat you sometimes, and when your skin started to get discoloured and you had the inhuman itch that just could never be satisfied- it wasn’t that bad! Hell, you even made a few friends and claimed a comfortable bed in some random room you found.

However, just as you finally started settling into the place, you had your third encounter with Mr. Scarletella.

It started with a dream- from before you came to this world. That man in red… A test of courage, your friends called it- spending a night in those so-called ‘Ghost Apartments.’ Your friends hadn’t known it then, but you were quite familiar with the building for reasons, and set yourself up in a cosy corner and the night was supposed to sail smoothly.

A rumour had surfaced- a tale of a ruin that appears only on rainy days, where you’re warned never to give your name to the figure you’ll meet there. That figure, they said, would take your soul. At the end of a dim hallway, standing silently under a scarlet umbrella, he was waiting. The man in red, eyes hidden beneath his hair. He was watching you. Or was he? Somehow you could feel his stare even if you couldn’t see it. 

You woke up, heart pounding, muttering a string of curses. You groan, rubbing a hand down your face. The discoloration of your skin hadn’t gotten any worse, but it hadn’t gotten better, either. The longer you stayed here, the more the place left its mark. As long as you remained relatively human, and the only thing this place took from you was your memory, you weren’t too fussed. How could you possibly miss something from the other world when all you could remember was smashing a crowbar into someone’s head?

You swing your legs over the bed, feet touching the cold ground. The chill sent a jolt up your spine, and it was almost too tempting to get back under the cosy, warm sheets. You stretch your arms above your head, bones cracking and popping into place and mumble a hazy ‘Good morning’ to Mr. Crawling that should have been in the other bed. Silence wasn’t something you were used to around him- and you whip around so fast that you gave yourself whiplash.

Cursing, you grab your crowbar and stumble out of the room with a hand rubbing your tender neck. You didn’t need to look far- you could see Mr. Crawling at the end of the hallway.

And Mr. Scarletella. 

The man in red was bent over to be face to face with Mr. Crawling, all-too-familiar sinister smirk on his face. Mr. Crawling didn’t look so happy either, and they seemed to be having an argument. You stomp your feet as you make your way over to the two, hand tightening on your crowbar as you ready yourself to fight literal static if it meant leaving your best friend in here alone.

“You,” you scowl, pointing your weapon at him. “You problem?”

Mr. Crawling scurries to your side, a hand gripping onto your clothes. “Dangerous… should get away!” he urges, tugging. 

You shush him with a pat on his head with your free hand and continue to glare at that menace. 

“You like them?” is the only thing Mr. Scarletella asks with a tilt of his head, smile seemingly disappearing into thin air.

Glancing at Mr. Crawling, his face covered in worry- you feel the familiar itch of your skin. You take a breath, going through all the reasons why you can’t actually kill Mr. Scarletella, and loosen the grip on your crowbar. From what you can sense right now, he’s not actually that much of a threat. Just a nuisance that can’t seem to leave you alone. 

“Them friend,” you reply, deadpan. What type of question was that anyway? This guy was a freak. 

That creepy smile grows on his face. "You like me," he says like it’s a fact.

“What the- what?” You share a glance with Mr. Crawling. You turn back to Mr. Scarletella. “You slow in head?”

The smile on Mr. Scarletella’s face falters just for a moment, but it quickly returns, more chilling than before. He stands there, towering above you. Despite your snarky comment, he doesn’t look offended- no, it’s almost as if he’s intrigued by your resistance.

You tighten your hold on the crowbar. “You problem.” You frown. “Go away.”

Instead, his grin deepens, his head tilting at such an unnatural angle that you can feel your stomach churn. It’s as though he’s studying you, savouring every little bit of your discomfort. Surely, turning your head at that angle is gonna hurt… You audibly gulp.

“Problem later,” Mr. Scarletella says, and with an unsettling flicker, he’s gone. 

The next time you saw him after that was in less tense circumstances. It was unsettling after whatever that was with his coy little ‘Problem later’, you weren’t going to worry too much about it for the time being. You decided you’ll worry about it when the problem occurs, which probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas you had. 

The earth shakes, and you’re completely cut off from Mr. Crawling. Wandering down hallways, resting in random rooms- you never really felt alone. You turn a corner, dizziness growing by the minute, and pause.

“You again,” you sigh. You don’t even bother lifting your crowbar at him. “What do you want?”

He appears directly in front of you, causing you to stumble back a few steps at just how tall he is. He bends down to your eye level, umbrella covering both of you once again. “Give name?” he asks. 

“No. Go away.”

“Give name. Teach.”

“Go away!”

“Teach name.”

“Fine! My name’s… you pause. You didn’t actually have to give him your real name, did you? “...Silvair, or something.”

He gets closer to your face. You take another few steps back, but not before you get the smell of blood and dampness off of him. It takes all the willpower in your body to not scrunch your face up. 

“Wrong name.”

“So what? It’s a name.” You scoff. Mr. Scarletella is silent, eerily so, and you can feel his piercing gaze stare through you once more. You awkwardly avoid eye contact, and clear your throat. “I’m… gonna go now, okay?” You turn on your feet and only make it a few steps.

“You teach them name?”

Them? Mr. Crawling? That guy doesn’t even understand the concept of his own name! The scowl feels as if it’s permanently etched onto your face. You whip around, pointing another disapproving finger into his red raincoat. It feels fuzzy… and wet. It grosses you out, almost. More than Mr. Gap’s greasy hair.

“No,” you hiss. “I don’t even remember my own name.” He stares, silently.  “Me,” you point to yourself, “not know name.”

“...Not know name?” he echoes. What you said has him lost, you could see that. 

Just like that, he’s gone again. You don’t see him for a few more days, nor do you find Mr. Crawling. You spend your time aimlessly wandering, knowing eventually you’ll most likely find someone you know in a friendly manner, and not pondering if every ghost you come across is a friend or a foe. 

You awake promptly to a sound of a chainsaw revving. As if it was a morning routine, you stumble to your feet, grasping for your crowbar that should have, without a doubt, been next to you… only to grasp at air. Okay, now you are starting to feel a little panic.

Through trial and error, you knew that whatever wound you receive will heal, with time- but it doesn’t mean you were looking forward to being maimed to shreds with a chainsaw! 

“Hehe.”

You froze, heart racing, and slowly turn around. There that wretched little being was- the stupid little fucker in the goat costume. The ‘Hooded Child’, the thing was termed. In it’s stupid little fucking hands, it held you handy-dandy crowbar that’s been with you thick and thin. Your stomach churns. 

You gulp and face back towards the open doorway- a long black abyss, stretching on and on, with only the haunting bounce of that chainsaw, crawling along the walls. That chainsaw that was about to mince you in a matter of seconds. That chainsaw that was approaching you rapidly.

Frantically, you grab the nearest thing you could reach for. A metal chair. You wince. Probably not the best thing you could’ve grabbed, but it’ll have to do. It’s a matter of- well, technically life or life, but still! You could feel the sweat on your palms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your heart hammering through your ribcage. 

You lift the chair above your head as the monster comes into view- a tall, masked being in a strapless floor length black dress… wait, why was she dressed so sexy? Your surprise leads you to hesitate as she rushes at you with her machine. You let out a yelp as you whack the chair down in front of you, metal clanging echoing throughout the room.

Complete silence. Not even the sound of that chainsaw. Not even the sound of metal.  

“Huh?” You blink, once, twice, thrice at the sliced up body of that creature, blood splatter on your clothes. There was blood even on the ceiling, too… You drop the chair in utter confusion.  “What the hell?”

“Help you.”

“You again!” You spin on your feet, meeting the dull eyes of Mr. Scarletella. You’re about to huff and puff this guy into next week, but pause. You leave your accusing finger down by your side. This guy just saved you from that thing. You avert your eyes and scuff your feet against the ground with a cough into your fist. “Uhm… Thank you.”

Wow, this guy really has an intense stare… Way to make things unnecessarily intense and awkward. 

“Protect you,” he says. “You like me?”

“Take me out to dinner first, man!” you exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest. “Not like. You not bad. Not good. You okay.”

Mr. Scarletella dons an out of place frown that even makes you feel a little uneasy. “Them protect you. You like them.”

“Them friend,” you stress, finally meeting his gaze once more. You kind of regret it. This guy doesn’t blink. “You…” Weird? Off-putting? Freaky? “...unsafe.”

“Me safe. Protect you. Help you.” 

You sigh. “Unsafe to friend.”

He just stands there, holding that stupid umbrella, with that unblinking stare. You blink at him and squint your eyes. His facial expression doesn’t change. Completely unfazed. You can’t even tell if he’s confused, or upset, or whatever he could possibly be. Your breath hitches as his unsettlingly familiar smile returns.

He tilts his head. “Me good. Me show you.”

Then he’s gone again. You can finally breathe. Your heart is still pumping. You slide against the wall, landing on the ground and resting your head against your knees. You clutch at your raincoat with shaking fists. 

Mr. Scarletella - you knew he was meant to be dangerous, but he just saved you a whole lot of pain. Even if he was still a threat to Mr. Crawling, and hounds you for your name, asks you weird questions, could he honestly be as bad as you originally thought he was? You can’t deny that he did save you… but his presence is more dangerous than comforting. He’s both a threat and an aid, but never clear on which he’ll be at any given moment. One thing is for certain, however, and that was that he was persistent for your attention. Wait… 

Oh my good God, does he like you?

“Heh…”  Chuckling, you tuck your hair behind your ear. “I am pretty cute.”

You stand, and decide it’s better to think about while on the move back to Mr. Crawling. You reach for your crowbar, and curse. Of course. The Hooded Child took it with them when they disappeared when Mr. Stalkerella showed up. Well, you sigh as you drag the chair behind you as you exit the room, at least you have a temporary weapon, for now…

Making it back to Mr. Crawling didn’t take that much longer. He greets you, frown on his face and long arms wrapping around your waist. “Me worried! You gone long time!”  

“Long time,” you agree, bending down to his level. You ruffle his hair, a smile finally sliding onto your face. It quickly turns into a pout as you wave your empty hands. “Lost attack tool.” 

Mr. Crawling points to the spilled blood on your raincoat with a high pitched noise. You sheepishly giggle, and gesture to the chair behind you. He tilts his head, processing, before letting out his all familiar laugh. You sigh in content, glad to see a friendly face and let him pet you for a while. 

He stops petting you, and turns around. “Attack tool!” he smiles wide, your trusty weapon in his grey hands. “Them give me.”

“Them?” you repeat, taking the crowbar, twisting and turning it in your grasp. “Them who?”

“Them!” 

Curse this damn language. 

“Mr. Crawling,” you hold his face in your hands, “what look like?”

His smile falters, and if you could see his eyebrows, you’d imagine they would be furrowed. He takes a moment to think, and points to the blood on your raincoat, and attempts to imitate holding an…

Umbrella.

You stare. And stare. And stare. You can’t even begin to process what Mr. Crawling just said to you, debating maybe you actually were growing crazy and it was finally time to bounce out of this place- andddd of course, you notice a red flicker at the end of the hallway. You tilt your head past Mr. Crawling.

That scarlet umbrella tilts slightly, and just for a split second, you catch a glimmer of that piercing dark eye staring straight at you, as if watching every nerve fire under your skin. You can see his smile from here, as if it was a smug ‘I told you so’ but it was actually a ‘Me show you.’ 

Well… Mr. Scarletella did show you. And now you were just left, to put it simply, utterly fucking confused. It just drilled the narrative down deeper of the possibility that he did like you. So… what do you do now? Do you apologise for trying to smash his head in with a crowbar? For being so rude? 

How do you even apologise for something you don’t even remotely feel sorry for in the first place? Mr. Scarletella was creepy! …At least, he was kind of sweet. Not really- his intentions were anything but kind. But still!

You bite the inside of your cheek. …Is it wrong to feel a little flattered? There’s barely any romance in this place anyway!

In your world, things are either friend or foe, monster or protector. But Mr. Scarletella? He exists in some in-between place. Dangerous yet helpful. It’s as if he’s deliberately defying every category you try to force him into. And now, the memory of his unsettling question repeats in your mind- “You like me?” - echoing in your thoughts with a kind of twisted innocence that gnaws at you, a bit more with each repetition.

Mr. Crawling gives a soft, anxious chirp, tugging you slightly, drawing you out of your thoughts. He’s still eyeing the red figure warily. He points. “Them… dangerous? Them good?” 

“Not know,” you mumble, defeated. “Good, maybe.” You stand to your feet, crowbar falling off of your lap and clanging onto the floor. “Me, them, talk. You stay.”

Mr. Crawling makes a noise of protest, hand reaching out to grasp at your clothes. You reassuringly ruffle his hair once more, and make your way to the end of the hallway. You don’t hear him follow behind you.

Face to face, you stand in front of the smiling Mr. Scarletella. He stares down at you, unblinking, unmoving. 

“Can’t give name,” you remind him.

He leans his face down, ever so close. “Me like you.” A pause. “Want you.” Another pause. “You like me. Give me many human. Give me many blood.” 

Well… In your defence, you didn’t know your corpse dumping ground was Mr. Scarletella’s domain. 

“Getting in over your own head…” you grumble, and lift up your hand. You pinch your fingers together. “Little like you. Okay? LITTLE.” You wonder if this guy’s smile could get any bigger, geez… “You want big like?” You point your index towards him. “Be normal. Be good. Understand?”

“Normal? “Good?” He seems to chew over the words like they’re a foreign delicacy, his head tilting at that unnatural angle again. “For… you?”

“You good,” you waggle your finger at him, “I teach name. Maybe. If I can remember it…”

There’s an unnatural, prolonged silence in the air. You’re beginning to feel the awkward tension once more, but your resolve refuses you to break the unblinking eye contact you keep with him. 

And finally, he speaks once more, agreeing to your proposition, “You teach good, you teach name.”

You hold back your groan- whatever this dance you two were playing, was going to take a long time to progress.

But at least something is better than nothing, right?

[jetpackgeneratedcat]

It took literal months, but I finished it!!

Top left: linked universe logo

The jojo's lu logo is sooooo detailed. It is one of the things I love about Jojo's asethetic with linked universe. The detail she adds brings so much life and information about the world of Linked Universe. Great example is all the embroidery on the chain's clothing. Let's you know about civilization, that an item may be magical, etc. It is difficult to keep small details in watercolor, but I think I caught most of the main details in the painting.

Middle left: Soulful legend

This was the fourth of the images I did for the painting, and the first image I really started to get into the painting. I think legend is my favorite to paint because he makes composition so easy. The red tunic adds an easy focal point. I did learn from this that I do not like masking fluid and likely won't use it again. It added to many hard edges that I wasn't intending. Very happy with the sky!

Bottom left: Evening snack

In this image, I liked the idea that wind and sky don't know what Ramen is because their worlds don't have enough space to produce wheat. So sky and wind are super excited about this new food, while legend has no idea why they are so hyped for noodles. I also liked the idea that four found a green pepper in the ramen as a topping and is a hater (this is from a note that jojo left somewhere saying that the chain will eat anything but four in the Manga does not like green peppers, idk where this note is to link it though....). I didn't end up drawing the Ramen noodles as it was just getting too small of a scale for me to be comfortable drawing the thin lines for the noodles in.

Bottom right: Testudo

I am very hyped in the future when we see more collaborative fighting with the chain and them working together effectively. I absolutely love the scene in shifting shadows part 3 where lenged and hyrule work together with the beam and hookshot.

Middle: Legends storage

This is a reference to one of jojo's earliest works where the chain goes to legends storage for him to pick up some gear. I love that scene and I tried to put as many references as I could. The one thing I need to figure out is how I want twilight to look. I can't wrap my head around it. Need to sit down and just try out a bunch of different faces for him. My Pinterest inspo for twilight is all over the place. I want twilight to look different from time because when Malon was trying to guess who was the descendent, she did not consider twilight (she looked at wars and wind (so I typically draw time, wind, and wars looking similar). For my own personal headcannon, twilight and time are very similar in their manner (the way the walk, stand, etc) and personality (their stubbornness (as seen in sunset pt3)) but not necessarily in looks.

Middle right: Boat boys

The first image I did. I like how the water turned out, but I will not be using masking fluid for the same reasons I noted earlier. I did trace the boat (i think this is the reference [L240632 Hornet Class. J. Arthur Dixon Ltd. Beken and Son]). I do regret not doing anything creative with the boat, but I just wanted to get into painting and needed some confidence by working directly from a reference. I also forgot that legend might not be so keen to be on a boat again based on a comment jojo left in 2022 or something. I think she mentioned something in a discord event back then about legend not too willing to be on a boat again. But that doesn't really matter, I put that boy in a boat whether he likes it or not lol.

Top right: Winter storm

Second image I did for this painting. I did trace most of the horse because I do not care to learn horse anatomy (ref. [Winter Save By David Stoecklein]) Favorite part about this is the lighting on the rope from the lantern. I think it turn out well.

Top middle: Heavy armour

Third image I did for the painting and the one I realized I need to spend more time painting people in neutral or back lite lighting. But for my first time I think it is good. I really want to see what jojo does with the armour sets! I like the idea that war's armour is clean and pristine while wild's armour is rusted and beaten from the calamity. In this painting I played with adding pink to the golden armour and I liked it. In the middle picture of the collage (legends storage), you can see i added pink to time's armour.

That's everything! ❤️

[hotshotsxyz]

this town is only gonna eat you

(buddie) (s8 spec) (1.1k) already wrote some buck-gets-hit-by-a-car spec, so how about some buck-gets-shot? kept thinking about "take eddie [to the laker's game] and die" and uh... here we are. cw: mass shooting/ gun violence (described vaguely), somewhat graphic description of a bullet wound, blood edit: now featuring a companion piece

Buck is smiling when it happens. Grinning at Eddie like he hung the fucking moon as he points out what must be the hundredth interesting play he’s seen on the court tonight. Buck’s smiling.

Eddie registers the screams before the gunfire. He smells the metallic scent of spent shell casings before he sees the shooter. He tackles Buck to the ground before he realizes he’s already hurt.

Buck was smiling, but now his face is inches from Eddie’s and his eyes are wide with pain and panic.

“Eds,” he says, and it’s barely above a whisper but it’s still too loud.

Eddie shakes his head, a tiny, sharp movement. Buck takes a shaky breath and presses his lips together. He understands. Eddie hates that he understands. Thank God he understands.

There’s something warm and wet slowly spreading between them, and it takes Eddie several wasted seconds to realize it’s blood. He’s almost completely certain it isn’t his, which—

God, that’s so much worse than if it was.

One of Eddie’s hands is still cradling Buck’s head, an instinctive act of protection before they hit the ground. With the other, Eddie slowly begins feeling his way around Buck’s abdomen. His fingers brush against torn fabric and he feels nauseous.

I’m sorry, he mouths before pressing down hard.

Buck gasps in pain. A muscle in his jaw ticks with the effort it must take him to keep from screaming.

“You’re doing so good,” Eddie breathes into Buck’s ear. “I’ve got you; I promise.”

The bullet caught him somewhere along the fifth intercostal space on the right side of his chest. Eddie doesn’t have a way to feel for an exit wound, not without letting up pressure on what he knows is there.

At best, the bullet glanced off a rib and tore through nothing but skin and muscle. At worst…

At worst, Buck is dying beneath him and there’s not a damn thing Eddie can do, not until the shooter is dead or gone. All Eddie can do is pray. Pray and hope like hell that God has forgiven him for his incomplete confession.

Another spray of gunfire echoes through the arena. It’s nearly impossible to identify where it’s coming from, but Eddie’s got a vague idea based on the direction people seem to be running in.

Buck takes a ragged, watery breath.

For the first time in his life, Eddie hopes he’s crying. He draws back, just far enough to look Buck in his eyes. His eyes, which are clouded over in pain but free from tears.

Fuck, fucking goddamn it.

Eddie presses his cheek against Buck’s.

“Slow, steady breaths, okay?” he whispers. “You have to breathe through it, even if it feels like you can’t.”

The tiniest whimper escapes Buck’s chest.

“You have to, Buck, I can’t—” Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and takes a shuddering breath. “I just need you to hold on,” he begs.

A single shot rings out, and nearby, something falls to the ground with a dull thump.

“Suspect is down!” someone shouts. “We’re clear for EMS.”

Eddie carefully extricates his hand from behind Buck’s head. “Hear that? We’re so close, Buck.” He brushes a thumb across his cheekbone, then sits up and raises his hand in the air. “Over here!” he shouts. “I’ve got a penetrating chest wound that needs to be on the first ambo out of here!”

Buck’s eyelashes flutter as he fights to stay conscious.

“Come on, eyes on me,” Eddie says.

With his free hand and his teeth, he tears a strip of fabric from his shirt to wad up and press into Buck’s wound.  The skin there is ragged and torn, almost certainly an exit wound. Eddie curses.

“I need EMS now!” Eddie roars, not tearing his eyes away from Buck for even a second.

“I’m coming to you!” someone calls back.

Buck’s eyes slip shut.

“No!” Eddie commands, rubbing his knuckles across Buck’s sternum. “You’re staying right here with me, you got it?”

Buck groans weakly. His eyes flick back open.

“That’s perfect, you’re perfect,” Eddie babbles. “Just keep—c’mon, Buck, just keep fighting. I need—you have to be okay.”

Buck’s lips part. “Hurt,” he breathes.

“I know,” Eddie says desperately, “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

A pained sound falls from Buck’s lips. He lifts one of his hands just high enough to ghost his fingers along the ruined hem of Eddie’s shirt.

Behind him, Eddie hears a gurney roll to a stop.

“Here!”

Eddie turns and find a young woman, no more than twenty years old, wearing a polo that declares her part of a private ambulance service. He doubts she’d weigh even a hundred pounds soaking wet.

“Alright,” he says, turning back to Buck. “I’m going to get you onto that gurney. Let me do all the work, okay?”

Buck’s eyes widen. He makes a strangled sound. “Hurt,” he coughs out again, fingers scrambling uselessly against the concrete floor of the arena.

“They’re gonna give you the good stuff at the hospital,” Eddie reassures. He lets go of Buck’s wound and pulls him into a seated position, then rolls him awkwardly onto his back. “I got you,” he says as he stands.

Eddie staggers beneath Buck’s weight but manages to get him down three rows worth of steps and onto the gurney without the young EMT’s help.

“We’re staged just outside the north entrance,” she says as she begins to push Buck toward a set of doors.

Eddie nods sharply. “He’s got a perforating chest wound, probable pulmonary laceration, and a history of pulmonary embolism. Allergic to naproxen,” he rattles off as he pushes the gurney alongside her.

“Um, okay, that’s—are you a doctor or something?” she asks.

“Firefighter,” Eddie corrects. “We both are.”

The closer they get to the exit, the harder Eddie has to work to keep pace with the EMT. He must be coming down hard as the adrenaline fades. A few spots cloud the corners of his visions. He blinks them away.

The doors to the outside fling open, revealing two paramedics from the 136.

“Diaz, is that you?” one of them asks.

The best Eddie can do is nod.

“Shit, and that’s—”

Eddie’s ears start to ring.

“Diaz, were you shot?”

No, he tries to say. One of the paramedics grabs him under the shoulders, and the other pushes his t-shirt up until—

Oh.

Huh.

He has been shot.

The paramedic in front of him is saying something, but Eddie can’t quite understand it. Over his shoulder, the EMT looks blurry and horrified.

The spots in his vision return with a vengeance, and in his last few moments of lucidity, it occurs to Eddie that the bullet in his abdomen is probably the same one that ripped through Buck’s chest.

Then, the world fades to black, and Eddie thinks nothing at all. ��

[wonderjanga]

I’m Not Brainwashed.

A blizzard hit Fawcett. It was a pretty harsh one too. His apartment doesn’t have heating too. So, Billy went on a journey to find a warm place to sleep.

First, he tried the corner owned by a nice old man. The man said he could bask in the store’s warmth until the store’s closing time.

Old Man: “I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here overnight.”

Billy: “There’s no need to apologize, Mister. It’s fine.”

Old Man: “But it isn’t. I wish I could keep you longer but I can’t. Here.” *gives Billy some wrapped sandwiches* “Come back tomorrow. I’ll let you stay again.”

Billy: *small smile* “I’ll try. Thanks, Mister.”

Billy would definitely come back tomorrow, but for now he had to find a place to sleep for the night. This was when Billy made the unfortunate mistake of going to the Rock of Eternity to get out of the cold for a moment.

Billy: *plops down in front of the throne eating one of the sandwiches given to him* “Hmm… Where am I gonna go now?”

Billy didn’t know that those would be his last words as he dozed off at the rock.

A full rest later…

Billy: *stirs awake* “Where am I…? The rock? Geez did I fall asleep?” *feels a buzz from his pocket dimension and pulls out his JL comm and sees like 95 notifications* “-Oh my GODS.”

That’s how Billy found out the hard way never to sleep at the Rock. Turns out, to everyone else, he disappeared. For a WEEK. Damn (he feels like he deserves to curse in this situation) the Rock of Eternity and the weird way it makes time go by. Let’s see… He’d missed an emergency meeting, several messages from his friends, and an either concerned or subtlety threatening text from Batman. Okay. That’s concerning. Uh… You know what? Before he goes and talks to his friends, why doesn’t he go check on Fawcett first?

So, he left the rock, and guess what? The blizzard is still going. He’d be lying if he said this didn’t peeve him. Thankfully, it was daytime, so that means the Old Man would probably let him in the store again.

Old Man: “There you are! You had me worried.”

Billy: “Sorry.” *sounds ashamed*

Old Man: “There’s no need to apologize. It’s just, you said you would be back the next day, and you never came. I thought something had happened to you! I’ve been stress cooking ever since.” *puts a large bag of food into Billy’s hands*

Billy: “I didn’t mean to stress you. You don’t have to give me this.”

Old Man: “Yes I do.” *points to the spot Billy sat the day he had come in* “Now go sit and eat.”

Billy: “Yes, Mister.” *trudges over me eats, feeling bad for making the man worry*

Soon though, Billy had to leave again. He said goodbye to the Old Man and started walking to the blistering cold. He had to find another place to sleep. He looked up the now night sky. He had an idea. It was a stupid one, but it was an idea nonetheless.

The intercom over head announced Captain Marvel’s presence in the watchtower. Wally paused in eating the quadruple double triple quintuple sandwich he made himself. Wasn’t it like 10 pm in Fawcett or something? Cap almost never came to the Watchtower after seven unless it was for monitor duty. The speedster quickly finished his sandwich and decided to go see if something was wrong.

Eventually, he found the Captain near the sleeping quarters. Most members of the JL had one. That included Cap, but as far as Wally knew, Marvel hadn’t so much as stepped foot in that room.

“Cap, buddy! What’re you doing here so late?” Flash asked, causing Marvel to startle.

“Oh uh… I thought I’d get some sleep.” The Captain said, anxiousness rolling off him in waves.

“I thought you didn’t need to sleep?”

“Well, I don’t, but I still like to, y’know?” Marvel said, scratching the back of his neck.

Flash shook his head. “Not really.”

A small, out of place, awkward silence filled the hallway where they stood for a moment before Flash spoke up again, “Where have you been all week-”

“Night!” Cap cut him off, quickly entering the room and letting the door shut behind him, abruptly ending the conversation.

Wally stood there for a few moments. Okay… Something was definitely wrong with his buddy. Had the speedster done something to upset him? He turned to start walking away. He’d talk to his buddy later.

Wally got maybe seven feet away before he heard a loud crash that sounded like lighting and then loud alarms that started ringing throughout the Watchtower. Something about an intruder? Batman walked over to him. Where he came from, only god knows.

“Flash.” Bruce greeted him as he passed, stopping in front of the door Marvel disappeared into just a few moments before.

“Spooky, what’s going on?” Flash sped over to stand next to him.

”There’s an intruder in this room.” Batman replied, as soon as he finished speaking, another large crash of lightning could be heard. The alarm then stopped blaring. This made the Dark Knight pause and start tapping something on the tablet Wally just realized the other man was holding.

“Did something happen?” Wally asked, leaning over to try and see the tablet.

“The intruder is gone. The Watchtower’s also sustained two major electrical strikes that traveled through the tower, temporarily shut down anything in its way. They traveled to this room.” Bruce said.

It was at that moment, Marvel decided to make an appearance. He looked panicked, and when he registered Batman was standing in front of him, the panic seemed to increase. “Mister Batman Sir! Heeeeeeey…”

“Captain, there’s an intru-” Batman didn’t get to finish that sentence before Marvel interrupted him.

“Sorry Mister Batman Sir, but I really gotta be going.” Marvel said hurriedly before speed walking to the zetas. Wally and Bruce watched him go.

Billy should’ve known it was too stupid of an idea to work! He wanted to see if he could detransform and sleep in the bed of the room, but nooooooooo it just had to trigger the alarm. Billy wasn’t proud about interrupting so many (two) people today, but he really, really needed to go because as soon as Flash and Batman step into his room, they’re gonna see two dark lightning marks on the floor. Then they’re gonna try and ask questions. Then that’s gonna lead to Billy having to explain that he can summon lightning to change into a little kid. Then they’re gonna get mad Billy lied to them about being an adult. Then, they’re gonna try stopping him from being a hero, and from there his life as a hero and as Billy Batson will crumble to literal dust.

Around fifteen minutes after Marvel left… Flash was pacing, practically making trails in the ground, “Spooky, he was gone for a week! Not only that but he was acting weird and we got a notification of a security breach. This might sound crazy, but I think it might be that worm thing he mentioned.”

“Worm thing?” Batman asked, sounding incredulous. Wally was wondering why he found that of all the things they’ve seen and heard unbelievable.

“Yeah! He said one of his villains is this little worm that crawls into your ear and takes control your brain.” Flash said, one of his fingers doing a weird wiggling motion as if to resemble a worm.

“So you think he’s being mind controlled?” Supes asked, sounding super concerned. Oh right, he’s here too. He’d just gotten off monitor duty with J’onn. At the moment, the Martian was in the kitchen getting some snacks.

“Yes!” Flash exclaimed. “It could explain why he up and disappeared.”

“Flash, for all we know, he could’ve been gone due to a family emergency or something along those lines.” Batman spoke.

“Well… just to be safe…?” Supes started, sounding cautious as he trailed off and nodded to a nearby cabinet the three, or at least Clark and Bruce, knew housed bug spray.

That was how they ended up cornering Marvel in Fawcett, Superman restraining the man while Batman sprayed bug spray in his face and ears. Meanwhile Flash was standing to the side nervously, holding a jar in case a certain green worm actually crawls out of Marvel’s ear.

So yeah, today was not Billy’s day, let alone week. Also, it turned out that there was a magical creature that was causing the blizzards. He proceeded to promptly beat it up for all the trouble and embarrassment it inadvertently caused him.

Don’t ask why I stopped formatting the dialogue the way I normally do for a couple seconds. I don’t even know. That’s actually why I didn’t post around eleven like I normally do. It was taking a while.

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Old Man and the Sea - Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Best Friend's Brother and confession - for @fuzztacular - for the Milestone Event Week 1 - Words: 4,4k

- Age 4 -

You meet Akiteru first, of course. 

He’s tall for his age, towering over the other kids even at four years old.

“You can play with me,” he declares with a smile when he notices your excellent aim and non existent fear of getting dirty.

“Do you wanna walk home with me?” He asks that first fateful day at kindergarten, your mothers chatting at the gate.

“Sure,” you say and clutch your bag a little tighter, excited to have found a friend on your very first day too.

“Do you have a pet?” Akiteru asks as you walk.

“Yes. We have a turtle. His name is Old Man.”

“That’s so cool!” He grins wide, astonished. “I wish we could have a pet. Or if I could have a sibling. Do you have a sibling?”

“Yes,” you nod. “My sister is older.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Is she nice?”

You think of her, towering above you. How she always does her homework when you want to play, how she doesn’t like when Old Man tries walking into her room.

“Sometimes,” you offer, because last week she helped you bake a cake for Mom and Dad, didn’t snap once even when you accidentally added too much flour.

“If I was a big brother,” Akiteru declares with gusto, “I’d be the best big brother in the world.”

-

“I have to tell you something!” Akiteru declares just a few months later during break time, pulling you with him toward the swings where there’s enough privacy to share secrets. “I’m getting a sibling.”

“Really?” Your heart beats hard in your chest and you smile. It’s hard not to, when Akiteru smiles so brightly himself.

“Really. Oh, I hope it’s a brother. I wanna teach him all my favorite games.”

“You could teach those to a sister too.”

“Sure,” he hesitates for a second. “If it’s a little sister, you need to teach her.”

“What?”

“Like how you do your hair so nice.”

You touch your braid, hesitating. “But my mother did it.”

“Well, you can teach my little sister then.”

And you think, surely you’ll be able to teach her. Surely it won’t be that hard.

-

- Age 5 -

Kei is born at the end of September. You remember it well, because the day had been unexpectedly rainy, drenching you on the way home where your mother sat, phone in her hand.

“Do you need me to get Akiteru? No, no, bring him over. I’m sure they’ll be happy to have each other until everything is done.”

“Akiteru is coming over?” You ask, dripping all over the floor.

“Yes, in a minute. His brother is coming.”

“Where?”

“Here, silly.” Your mother smiles. “He’s about to be born.”

And you wonder what that means all while feeding Old Man with Akiteru, while eating Ramen and watching TV, the rain hammering against the windows as if it’s just as eager as the grown-ups to meet the newest Tsukishima.

You, well… you’re a little more hesitant than eager.

Kei’s red faced and small, his skin wrinkly and weirdly fuzzy.

“He’s ugly,” you point out with surprise, flinching at your mothers disapproving glare.

“He’s just squished,” Akiteru defends his little brother. “I’m sure you looked ugly on your first day too.”

You consider that for a second. You don’t remember what you looked like that day.

Kei raises his voice in the silence, loud and determined and you think that at least he’s got something to say if he’s not good-looking before you’re being ushered out again.

-

To your surprise Akiteru is right.

Kei’s wrinkly skin smoothes out, the red turning into a soft, pale shade. His eyes are a warm brown and he likes to squeeze your pointer finger as if he’s shaking your hand. He grows quickly too, both in seize and weight, turning heavy in your arms whenever Akiteru allows you to carry him.

Kei likes Old Man and the space underneath your bed, crawling in there when you’re all playing in your room. 

He likes your dinosaur plushy and strawberries and sometimes, when everything is quiet and calm and Akiteru and you lay down next to him on his blanket, you wonder if your sister ever looked at you the way Akiteru looks at him or felt the way you do.

That quiet sense of wonder, that prickly feeling of astonishment, that warm love you can’t seem to stop.

-

Akiteru likes Volleyball. You don’t mind it. 

Ever since Dad got you your first Science kit you’ve grown obsessed with digging up rocks and examining the minerals, or picking bugs from trees to identify them under your little microscope. 

Little Kei has no choice but to share those interests.

Even at three years old he does his best to receive his brother’s spikes, not once crying when it hits him in the face.

“Look what I found,” he tells you on the daily, delivering a shiny beetle to your waiting hands or putting away the rocks you find in the park when your mothers eyes are averted, knowing she’ll never check his bags as thoroughly as she checks yours.

When you have to do a report on your best friend in school you hesitate for a moment. Is it Akiteru or is it Kei? 

-

- Age 10 -

You’re ten years old when your parents separate and although you don’t understand the full extent of it, you know you’ll always prefer your father over your mother. 

So when they ask you who you want to live with, it’s not a hard choice. 

It should have been, though, because no one told you your father was going to move you, away from Miyagi with it’s wide, open landscape and away from Akiteru and Kei.

“You’re going to visit, right?” Akiteru asks, so much taller than you already, both arms on your shoulders as he tries to instill something inside of you, maybe a sense of peace or belonging or something else.

Kei’s tall for his age and you often forget how young he still is, looking eight at barely five years old.

But he acts his age now, snotty nosed and crying, dirty hands curled around yours.

You’re dear to him like he’s dear to you, you know, and you don’t want to miss him growing even taller.

“You can keep my dino plush,” you promise him. “So you don’t miss me while I’m away.”

“What about Old Man?” He asks. “Are you going to feed him without me?”

“I’ll have to,” you admit glumly. “But I’ll take pictures whenever I can. He’ll not forget you, I’m sure.”

-

It’s hard, seeing them only once a month when you’re with your mom, even more so when she tries very hard to capitalize the little time you have in Miyagi.

“I’m trying to build a family here,” she tells you more than once when you’re on your way out and over to the Tsukishima’s. “You can’t just leave for the neighbours every time you’re here.”

But Kei grows so fast you feel like you’re missing everything and Akiteru’s got a new best friend at school you don’t know and can’t she understand that’s more important right now?

- - -

- Age 15 -

Something has changed this year. 

The House of the Tsukishima’s is quiet as you turn up, no Kei running down the stairs to greet you, no Akiteru training in the garden out front.

“Hello?” You yell into the quiet. “Anyone home?”

“Oh, sweetpea.” Their mother steps out from the kitchen. She looks older, much older than you remember. Has it really been just a month that you haven’t seen her?

“You’re growing so much,” she points out as if it means anything in comparison to her sons. “How’s school?”

“Good. Where are Akiteru and Kei?”

“Oh,” her brows furrow. “Probably in their rooms.”

“But it’s so nice out.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I know.”

You trample up the stairs with impatient steps, knock on Kei’s door first because it’s closer to the stairs. 

“What?!”

“It’s me,” you tell him, supply your name after an alarmingly long pause. “Can I come in?”

“Fine.”

You swing the door open to find him on his bed, reading. He’s grown yet again and the thick-rimmed glasses make his eyes look big, their brown still warm and reassuring even though all of him is cold and angry.

“What are you doing?”

“Reading.”

“What about?”

“Stuff.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” he huffs before hesitating. “Maybe. Did you know Akiteru-” He hesitates again. “Did you know Akiteru stopped playing Volleyball?”

“What?!”

“Yes,” he seems braver now in the face of your surprise. “He kept telling us he’s the ace at his Volleyball Club but he’s not even a starting player.”

“Oh no.” 

“Yes,” Kei’s voice is wet now. “It’s so lame.”

You sit with him for a while, pretending not to notice the tears rolling down his cheeks as you try to understand the world. Akiteru, lying? That’s unheard of. 

-

“Whatever!” Akiteru snaps when you ask him about it. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes it is,” you insist. “That’s a lie! You never lie!”

“I had to,” he bites back. “Like anyone would have still liked me if they knew I wasn’t even good enough to play!”

“I would have liked you.”

“Sure,” he scoffs. “But you’re never here anyway.”

“That’s not my fault.”

He falters at that, softens around the edges to the point he just drops where he’s standing, just a heavy weight on his bedroom floor.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve got science. I only had Volleyball. Turns out I’m not even good at it.”

“Just because someone’s better doesn’t mean you’re no longer good.”

Akiteru scoffs again. “It’s not the same. You’re not the same.”

And maybe he’s right. 

You’ve finally found friends in your new hometown, some girls from your english class that like to dress up with you and go shopping and there’s the Science Club that you attend that has a lot of funny guys in it that invite you to Game Nights. 

You feel like you’ve finally found a foundation to build onto only to find your old friendships crumbling.

“I’m sorry.”

Akiteru looks conflicted. “You don’t have to be sorry about that. It’s okay… I think.”

- - -

- Age 20 -

“Hey, I’m driving back to Miyagi this weekend,” Akiteru declares as he picks you up from Lab. “Do you wanna come?”

“Uh,” you check your calendar. “Sure, why not. Anything new?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, wide and excited. “Kei’s playing Volleyball for real now.”

You snort. “He’s been playing for a while now, what’s the difference?”

“You don’t get the difference, because you never took it serious. But I can tell it means something to him. He’s started caring again.”

“Oh,” you think of Kei, the one you knew as a little boy and the cold, difficult preteen he turned into five years ago. “I’m curious.”

-

You can see it too, now. It’s in the way he holds himself up, shoulders wide and proud. It’s in the way he talks to his mother, his best friend - adorable Yamaguchi who always blushes like crazy in your vicinity - and his brother. It’s in the way he talks to you. Like he means what he’s saying. Like he almost dares to be vulnerable again.

“How’s Old Man?” He sidles up to you after Dinner, Yamaguchi already on his way back home. Your Futon waits to be unfolded but you’re not that tired yet and he doesn’t seem to be either.

“Good.” His shoulder presses into yours, warm and steady, like a promise.

It’s still there, that feeling you first felt when sleeping next to him as a child, that quiet sense of wonder, that prickly feeling of astonishment, that warm love you can’t seem to stop. Friends, you remind yourself. You’re friends. More like siblings, really.

“How’s school?”

Kei tells you all about it. How annoying Hinata and Kageyama are, too loud and too talented and too dumb at the same time. How their managers are so vastly different in their characters and yet both so trustworthy at the same time. And although he does not say it out loud, you can read the worry between his sentences. What will happen once the Third Years Graduate? 

“You’re doing amazing,” you smile and he reciprocates, a tiny, quiet, warm moment just for the two of you.

-

And Kei is just a friend, you keep reminding yourself.

When you go watch his Matches with Akiteru, laugh when Saeko Tanaka not so subtly asks if you’re interested in Akiteru before she advances on him herself. 

When you watch him grow even taller, prouder, more sure of himself.

When you attend his graduation and wonder just how it could happen, how tiny, ugly Kei could turn into this.

-

- Age 25 -

You’re dating a coworker by the time Kei starts College. 

Masayuki is not the most romantic, but neither are you. He plays volleyball after work so he and Akiteru are well acquainted, though not as close friends as you’d like them to be.

Old Man lives with you now, just the quiet companion you need for your after work studies, for lounging on the floor with a good book, or wondering about how the world works at the quiet hours of the night.

It’s a quiet life, filled with too much work for too little pay, but you get payed to look at rocks for a living, so you don’t want to complain too much.

-

“I’m leaving in half an hour,” you tell Masayuki over the phone as you’re getting ready. “Do you want to come?”

“To what?”

“Kei has a game,” you pull a sweater over your head and decide against it immediately. That color really washes you out.

“Okay.”

“Okay you’re coming or okay you have other plans?”

Silence.

“Masayuki?”

“I’m just wondering why you attend all his games.”

“Well it’s Kei.”

“Sure,” he doesn’t sound sure. “But-”

“What?” You stand there, topless, staring at the bright display of your phone, the background not one of the few pictures you have with Masayuki but one taken after a big win, Kei’s arms slung around you and Akiteru, face pressed together. 

Something drops low in your stomach and you know, even before he speaks up again, that something just changed.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?”

“Weird?” You repeat, your voice empty.

“Yeah, how you… how much you care about Kei. I thought maybe it’s because he’s a Division 2 player and I get that, our games are not as big or flashy or important, but it’s in other things too.”

“Other things,” you echo and he talks on, seemingly encouraged by your answers.

“Yeah, like… you’re not one to go out much and I get that, I’m the same, but when Kei calls you’re always up to go to whatever College Party he’s inviting you. Remember how you had that trip with your mother that you wouldn’t cancel for me?”

You remember it well. You cancelled your family trip because Kei had tickets for the Jurassic World Premiere. In your defense, Jurassic World Premiere’s only happen once, your mother will keep bugging you forever.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” His Question seems to grow in the Silence, multiply into a hundred voices all screaming at you. Is it? Is it? Is it?

“If it would be Akiteru, I could understand, you know? You grew up together, you’re the same age, I’d think you’re into him.”

He doesn’t add any more words, doesn’t have to.

You’re five years older than Kei.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” Masayuki asks now and your stomach clenches so violently you fear throwing up.

“I’ve never thought about it,” you tell him. It’s not a complete lie but not the whole truth either.

“Well, you should. And I- maybe we should take a break… while you figure it out.”

His voice is too casual. He’s thought about this in great detail, it seems.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You can hear him sigh. “Take care, okay?”

“You too.”

The connection ends with a click and it’s ironic, it really is, that that’s all that’s left of your almost one year relationship. Just the Silence after, and the stale test of old secrets.

You: Hey, I’m afraid I can’t come to your game tonight. Period came early and it’s wreaking havoc on me. So sorry! But you’ll rock it without me, I’m sure!

Kei: What a shame. Shark week truly has the worst timing. Take care, okay? I’ll check in on you later. Koganegawa says Hi.

You stare at his message for far too long, curl up under your blanket and watch Old Man walk tireless circles around your bedroom.

Masayuki’s words dance like demons through your brain until you fall asleep.

You wake in the middle of the night to soft knocking on your door and a familiar voice.

“It’s me, Kei. Are you up?”

You don’t dare move, don’t dare to come face to face with him so soon. 

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” His question is heavy on your heart. Does Kei think that too? Maybe you are. Maybe you’ve been his weird big sister for a while, sitting too close at family gatherings, always there at every game because you can’t seem to stay away.

Maybe he’s never had the courage to tell you to take a step back.

Maybe, and that hurts the most, you’re the reason he still doesn’t have a girlfriend yet. Because you’re holding on to tight. Because you’re acting weird about it. Because-

“I’ll check on you in the morning, okay?” Kei’s voice cuts through the turmoil in your head like a hot knife through butter. “Sleep tight. Take care of her, Old Man, okay?”

In the morning you’ll find chocolate and painkillers in a bag tied to your doorhandle and a good morning text on your phone. 

You do your best ignoring both.

-

“What’s up with you?”

You turn, surprised to find Akiteru at your desk.

“Hi to you too. Do you need a report on any minerals?”

“No, I’m here to check if you’ve turned into a fossil yourself.”

“Geology,” you point at yourself. “You need to ask Kei about Fossils.”

Akiteru rolls his eyes. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“No.”

He snorts. “You’re ghosting us. Me and Kei and probably your other friends too, but I don’t have their numbers to check.”

“I’m not doing anything like that.”

“Please,” he scoffs now. “You’ve missed two of Kei’s games. That’s unheard of. If Masayuki said anything-”

“Can we just not talk about it?” You interrupt him, grabbing your bag and ushering him out. You don’t really want to be the lab gossip for the next month.

“I think we should.”

“Oh no,” you shake your head, pushing him along. “I was the middle man of your stupid fight for years, you owe me.”

Akiteru’s face falls. “Damn, it’s serious if you pull that card. Really, what did he say?”

“What makes you think he said something?”

“He mentioned something at training. He let me know that you’re no longer together, but that it was a mutual decision and that the reason should stay private for your sake.”

You huff out an unamused laugh. “That Shithead.”

“So?” Akiteru’s eyes are warm and honest, but you swallow the need to tell him.

“You’re biased, I can’t tell you.”

“Please, when have you ever not told me something? I know everything about you.”

“Ah,” you turn your face away. “Sure.”

“Well, if you don’t want to tell me, can you at least call Kei? He’s been in a mood all week. He deserves to know you’re not mad at him.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Oh,” Akiteru whistles a tune. “That’s new. You’ve never been mad at him once.”

You falter. “Surely that’s wrong.”

“Nope. Can’t remember a single time.”

“Well,” your stomach churns as you speak, as you try to make your lie sound more believable. “That’s how it is with little siblings, right? They can never do anything wrong.”

And you wish you didn’t look Akiteru in the face as you said it, because you can see it so clearly in his eyes. He knows you’re lying. 

So you turn on your heel and walk back inside, relieved and disappointed at the same time that he’s not following you.

Kei: I’ve bought too much Lettuce, I’m bringing some over after training.

Kei: Left the Lettuce outside. Did you remove your spare key from under the rug?

-

Kei: Hey, didn’t see you at the Match tonight, are you still not feeling well?

-

One missed call from: Kei

-

Kei: You’re really starting to worry me, what’s going on?

-

Kei: I’m giving you one last chance to call me back.

-

The sound of a key turning has you look up from your book, frozen in your spot on your bed. Old Man’s munching on his lettuce, too focused to care.

“Hello?” You ask into the quiet of your apartment, heart hammering against your ribcage. 

The door opens soundlessly. Kei’s head almost knocks against the top of the doorframe as he steps through, hair disheveled, glasses speckled with raindrops. He stops in his tracks when he sees you and you wish he wouldn’t, wish he’d give you a moment to regain your composure, rain in your heart that tries to crash out of your chest at the sight of him.

He’s too tall and too broad, his hair too pale-golden like the moonlight and the worry in his eyes too thick to swallow.

“What’s going on?” Kei asks, breaking the spell. You shift your gaze to the page in front of you, unseeing. Can he read your eyes as well as you think you can read his.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t.” 

He sighs, clearly exhausted. At this time, he must have come here right after training, maybe even skipped the shower.

“Look if Akiteru said something-”

Your head lifts, surprise gurgling through your veins.

Kei’s wringing his hands now, a nervous gesture you’ve never seen on him before. He’s looking at Old Man instead of you, lips moving without making a sound.

“Just because Masayuki broke up with you doesn’t mean he has to rush things, I mean-” He hesitates and your confusion grows.

“I’m not following you, I-”

He gestures for you to stop, pulls a chair out from your kitchen table and sits down across from you, shoulders hunched under an invisible weight, cheeks burning red.

“I’m going to make this quick, okay, because I’d rather not make myself suffer anymore than necessary but- I like you. I’ve liked you since I knew what that meant. And I know I’m much younger, but I’m not a child and I’m mature for my age and if you’d give me a chance I’d make sure you’d never regret it-”

“What?”

Kei takes your hand and you can feel the tremor going through his limbs as he does.

He licks his lips.

“Would you date me? Yes or no. You can say no, I’ll get over it, I promise.”

“Y-yes, I mean wait, what?”

Kei’s eyes are open and vulnerable. You’re reminded of that one night five years ago, when he started caring again, when he sidled up to you after dinner, one shoulder pressed into yours. Your fingers twitch and curl around his as if they already know what your brain hasn’t processed yet.

“You like me?” You turn your eyes to the floor, too overwhelmed with the truth swimming in his. “You like me? It’s not weird?”

You can feel him shrug but his hand doesn’t let go.

“I mean, maybe it’s weird, but who cares? I’m pretty sure Akiteru is dating Saeko and that’s weird too.”

You laugh, the sound breaking free from you.

“You like me,” you repeat, reaching out with your other hand to find his already moving toward you. “You like me.”

“Should I repeat it too or is it enough if you do it for me?” Kei’s sarcasm is softer now, just a little teasing. You smile and he smiles back and you can’t help yourself, have to lean in and touch the red blooming on his cheeks.

“You like me,” you confirm once more, for good measures. “For real.”

Kei snorts. “You sound like a teen.”

“Shush. Did no one teach you how to respect your elders?”

- - -

- Age 26 -

Kei snores. It’s such a tiny tiny detail in the sea of things to know about him, yet you’re so unreasonably fond of it.

He’s doing it right now, one head on your shoulder, his glasses folded in your lap.

“Can you shut sleeping beauty up?” Akiteru asks from the front, clearly annoyed.

“I could, but I don’t want to,” you reply.

Kei’s nose curls as if he’s heard that but he lets out a sigh right after, exhaling softly as he sinks further into you.

“Such a sap,” Akiteru teases you once more and you let it happen.

It’s true after all.

-

“Oh, you’ve grown again,” Tsukishima-san calls out with exasperation at the sight of Kei, pinching his cheeks. “Are you eating enough?”

“Mom!” He cries out, embarrassed. 

“Help me!” He asks you. You just laugh.

“I put your Futon into Kei’s room,” she tells you as the boy carry up the luggage. “I know how he is. He’d just climb through your window if I didn’t and I know your mother. She’d throw a fit.”

“How is she anyway?” You ask. “Did she say anything, about… you know what?”

“Ah,” Tsukishima-san weighs her head left to right. “She was surprised, for sure. I think she always had her mind set on Akiteru. Got me a pretty Yen, you know.”

You gape at her as she snickers, proud of herself. “Oh yes, I knew it right away. That bet’s been going on for almost as long as Kei’s been around.”

“You’re a trickster,” you tell her, not quite sure what you’re supposed to think about it.

“Where do you think Kei gets it from?”

“Gets what from who?” Kei asks, stepping into the kitchen. He’s never far away for long, always eager to close that space again. His hand slides into the back pocket of your jeans now, squeezing your butt. 

You throw him a pointed glare and he grins, the picture of innocence when he’s anything but.

“I can’t tell you without insulting at least one of you,” you huff and he preens while his Mom snickers.

It’s weird, you can’t help but think as they chat, how this house, this family, already feels like home.

Maybe because it always has been. You’d just been a little too shy to grasp it fully.

[lilacxquartz]

PRETTY LITTLE TRINKET

harpy shoko ieiri x f!reader

plot: while lost at sea, you find yourself saved by a monster yet unable to leave.

summary: as you recover, you find yourself bonding with a monster but her friends are cautious of your existence — a/n: this is yandere, so it will still feel unsettling at times.

chapter 2 of 5 • < previous chapter • next chapter > main masterlist • ao3

Chapter 2: Danger?

You stared at the bird-like, human-like hybrid that nestled before you with both caution and awe, battling between falling asleep and staying awake at the same time in a conflicting moment. Internally, your instincts begged for you to get away but your heart told you otherwise—claiming that this creature only wanted to help—to give in, to not fear the unknown.

As she woke up next to you, her attitude seemed almost… indifferent towards you, as if dissecting who you were, analysing your very being. It was ever so slightly unsettling, if you were honest but you tried hard to not let it bother you considering the bizarre circumstances otherwise.

Your eyes drifted around her form, taking in the coppery brown feathers that adorned her body with a sleek amber sheen; looking straight ahead into her deep, black eyes that you could have sworn absorbed all hope into exhausted nothingness and yet… there was a flicker of something just beyond what she let on.

Was it hope?

You couldn’t quite yet tell.

Slowly but surely over the last day or so, you worked with her to attempt to communicate that you couldn’t live the same way she could, only for her to share a common tongue with you. It was frustrating, but you had to wonder why she withheld such crucial information from you. There was otherwise the chattering from before, something akin to bird-like warbling and then there was an understanding, albeit with an outdated grasp of what you otherwise knew.

“Fire,” you repeated in an attempt to get her to understand, her initial response to the word was met with flinched retaliation, but as you continued to preach the requirement over and over, she warmed up to it. “I need… fire for warmth, to cook so that I can eat,” and just by looking at your leg, not knowing exactly what was going on beneath the bindings, you likely needed to cauterise the wound lest it got infected, too. You needed fire to do such a thing.

Tilting her head to the side, she then without warning leaned into your personal space with an intrigued sort of intensity. Her breath was warm against the cold air, generating a puff of steam as she spoke, “Fire… can’t happen,” she replied with a soft tone, tracing a path down your jaw with the back of her clawed finger, “you can get better with me.”

“But, but…” you piped up to argue, feeling ever stubborn, “I… humans,” you tried, pointing at yourself to convey understanding, “I need to cook my food and… and… I need warmth, I need to treat my wounds… I…”

Her eyes could only narrow as you listed off your demands for survival, seeming not quite annoyed but once again, perhaps a little apprehensive towards the admission of flames. She tried to help though, addressing one issue at a time, “Your wound?” she referenced first, lowering her hand and drumming a finger along the seaweed that wrapped around it. “It’s healing,” she stated as she unwound the makeshift gauze, revealing that it was looking quite better, almost impossibly so at the rate that had transpired, “it might feel… strange, because of the magic properties, so it tingles.”

You blinked, your brows knitting in slight confusion. “Magic…?” Were you dreaming, after all? Because otherwise, where exactly have you ended up where magic wasn’t just some make-believe concept found in stories?

She seemed to laugh a little at your surprise but nodded either way, her voice sounding assuring, “I can heal. It is my… ability. So you are safe with me.”

“O…kay,” you slowly replied, trying to accept the bizarre turn of events, the entire situation was already unreal, so you tried for now to accept the situation as it was laid out in front of you. “You’ll keep me healthy, right? But.. I still need warmth and the food issue…”

As you trailed off, she addressed the other point, aligning her body so that her form almost cuddled around you, enveloping you within her feathered form, her wings acting like plush blankets. You found yourself settling your back against her chest, finding that she provided a wealth of heat radiating from her being, surging an almost near-searing hotness that immediately stifled any goosebumps, that silenced any shivering.

“Oh…” you warily trailed off, “this… this is nice,” you admitted, settling into her body. In truth, you were still all sorts of terrified despite the comfort otherwise offered to you. You tended to run your mouth when you were nervous, never quite shutting up about what was happening around you, should an event be something you couldn’t understand nor feel safe in. It was a bad habit really, but you supposed that she didn’t see it as such, so this was already a pleasant change from what it was like back at home, where your inquisitive nature was often rather punished instead.

And instead of any conflicting response as you had so feared, this feathered creature didn’t once instruct nor snap at you to be quiet, nor even vaguely suggest it. Instead, she pulled you in tighter, allowing you to feel the full extent of the warmth she was capable of giving you. Although you couldn’t help but feel that there was something darker lurking beyond what she offered—at least when you caught fleeting glimpses of those eyes you couldn’t quite tear away from—no, there was something troubled deep down beyond what she let on, something… dangerous.

You tried your best to decipher the true meaning of what went on beyond that intensive stare but you couldn’t quite catch it. Instead, you just remained huddled tight against her, feeling as her fingers crept towards the seaweed, stroking delicate paths around the bindings until you felt something sharp. Her finger pushed a little too hard in, perhaps on accident, breaking through your tender skin. In response, you seethed out a whining gasp, jolting back in pained retaliation, at last snapping her out of the trance she seemed to be lost within.

“My apologies,” she replied in an almost blank tone before realising the extent of her damage, “I did not mean to…”

You furrowed your brows as you searched for a response, but before you could properly reply, she quickly parted away from you, covering you up in what made up her nest. Twigs, stray feathers, tufts of fur, and dried seaweed weaved over your body, planting her palms flat against your chest as a soft glow emitted from her own channeled healing energy. Slowly, you were lulled into what felt like a tired pull, something that anchored you toward an exhaustive state.

“Sleep,” she whispered, her voice like warm honey dripping smooth against your weary ears, “you will feel better again, and… I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Unable to fight the pull any longer, your eyes fluttered shut, feeling both in danger and yet comforted beyond your wildest comprehension at the same time.

~~~

Shoko ensured that you were secure and concealed within her nest, perfectly camouflaged and warm before she took a step back. She raised her fingernail that she scratched you with to her face, locking onto the remnants of your blood, feeling a surge of guilt sweep through her body.

You were just a human so why did she prolong your visit?

Sighing, she lept up and fluttered her wings with heavy fluttering beats, cruising herself back to the home island that wasn’t too far from the cliff she resided on. Surely, there must have been something edible that grew within the lush greenery that made up the land. Fire wasn’t an option, so perhaps something else would have to work for now. She tried to remember what humans liked, what they seemed to eat in contrast to her raw diet, understanding that you couldn’t eat the same way that she did, as frustrating as it was.

Slowly, she collected what looked to be suitable vegetation, but then she heard the landing whooshing flutter of the only two other beings that occupied the isles, scrambling slightly to hide the foraged contents under a cluster of fern nearby, pushing it back with her feet.

The first one landed first; a silvery bird-like man just like her with a sapphire sheen that reflected through his otherwise frosted feathers, regarding her with those stark crystal blue eyes that she had always found just a little bit unsettling. The other one followed suit, landing with a little less grace than his friend; the rolling gusts of wind generated from such heavy waves that the contents were revealed either way. She watched as he landed to a halt, pushing himself up from his knee to reveal his deep raven form with brooding amethyst eyes that stared right back at her.

“What are you up to?” the contrasting man spoke first in her own language; a complex string of cooing and chirping and whistling alike, his intense blue eyes catching wind of the fruits that gathered near where she stood. “What’s that?” he corrected his question, his voice adopting a playful edge as his curiosity got the better of him.

“It’s…” Shoko began, wondering where to even start.

Before she could continue though, he plucked a fruit from the ground, taking a bite and allowing for his expression to sour at the taste the second he processed it. “Ah,” he coughed, spitting out the contents onto the ground, “you wouldn’t like these, Sho.”

“It’s… not for me, Satoru,” she admitted with an unsure sigh, feeling apprehensive about revealing her findings—about revealing the concept of you.

“Then who is it for?” the darker-feathered man asked, his voice slightly more calculated, maybe even accusing as though sceptical about the company she kept.

“Do you have a new friend, Sho?” Satoru exclaimed with a thrilling buzz in his tone, almost naively so.

“You know we’re the only ones,” the other one replied, silencing his friend’s excitement before turning his sights back to her, “don’t tell me that they’re a…”

“Don’t question it too much Suguru,” Shoko replied, keeping her tone measured. “What I do in my own space isn’t for you to worry about.”

He scoffed a little, eying up the fruits and back to the direction she resided in. “Those pesky things had a wreck a while ago, that ship that littered itself into the seas. Surely you didn’t…?”

“A human?” Satoru interjected, seeming both curious and cautious at the same time. “But they…”

“Destroy,” Suguru completed his sentence for him, “they destroy, Satoru,” he then turned his sights back to Shoko, watching as she contemplated her next actions, his tone coming off as a little accusatory, but in his mind, rightfully so. “You know what those… things are capable of, right Shoko? Do you remember what they did to our home? I just can’t bring myself to understand… why you are looking after one… of… those?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured, “I just feel like there’s something different about this one.”

“Well,” Suguru sighed, “I’ll trust you to be careful,” he said as he gathered the fruits from the ground and gave them back to her one by one, “as long as you promise to return them at some point. You and I both know that they can’t stay here forever. They don’t belong here, after all.”

With that note, he lifted himself off the ground and flew away while Satoru lingered around for a moment longer, his playful demeanour fading away into something more sentimental, something more serious. “You have the best judgment out of all of us, you know? Whatever your decision is, even if Suguru doesn’t like it, will be the correct one, right?”

“Right,” she nodded, watching as he flew away too, leaving her with conflicted emotions as the weight of their words continued to linger in the air, inviting an almost suppressing aura of doubt. However, she too, soon returned to where she was prior, reuniting with you.

She emptied her findings in front of you, letting the contents spill over your lap as you slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. Shoko stifled a snort as she watched you find something you were familiar with, digging into it with deep-rooted hunger, finding that she quite enjoyed your reactions.

Humans were something of an anomaly to her, maybe even to Satoru. She understood why Suguru was cautious, especially after the incident, but there was something different about you. She was sure of it.

Maybe it was the odd mannerisms or the way you spoke and seemed to fret over every little thing, how you annoyedly plucked out branches and twigs that poked through your clothes, how… perfectly content you were to cosy up to her when she got closer to you.

She watched on with curious intensity as you wiped your mouth, ready to speak.

“Can you… take me somewhere… more familiar?” you asked, trying to find the right words. “When I get better? I can figure my own way back… probably.”

The question however caught her off guard, remembering Suguru’s words about needing to return you. But that much was only when you were better, right? That could be reasonable enough of a condition. Her eyes flicked over to the crusted maroon that clung to the edge of her clawed fingers, adopting a deep, dark idea.

Loneliness had invited selfishness to manifest and now you were here. Ah, what a troubling thought, but… if it meant spending time with you for longer, then…

“Yes,” she replied with a sickly sweet tone, feigning a promise, “when you are ‘better’, then I can help you reconnect.”

Knowing that deep down, she wasn’t about to let you go back.

Not if she could help it.

this is part 3 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares

[lolxdswag123]

Just friends?

Percy Jackson x reader

Warnings: making out, I think that’s it tbh

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My brain was fried. I had been working on homework and studying for hours all week. I had just about isolated myself in the library, and even managed to get on a first-name basis with the librarian.

I regretted my decision to take so many credits this semester, but I just got so excited when I got into New Rome University that I went a little overboard. The only person who was taking more classes than me was Annabeth- of course. She had spent some time with me in the library this week, but other than that I hadn't gotten any social interaction outside of my classes. I knew my best friend Percy was probably wondering where I was.

I submitted a paper that I didn't even have the energy to proofread. I just was hoping for the best at that point. Just as I clicked submit, I got a text notification on my computer. It was such a relief to be able to use normal technology at school. It was so hard in the mortal world to constantly explain why I couldn't have phone.

The text was from Percy.

Where have you been? Haven't seen you all week

I smiled, immediately pulling out my phone to text him back.

Library. So much work :(

I glanced over at the window, seeing that the sun had begun setting. I sighed, pulling out some of my notes to begin studying. I only got a few minutes in before my brain couldn’t take in any more, and I checked my phone once again. Percy had responded.

Got any free time tonight?

I rolled my eyes. ‘Only for you’ I thought, although I decided not to text it.

What do you have in mind?

After I sent that text, I tried my best to give my attention to my notes. Again, I failed. I wasn’t sure my brain could take in another ounce of information without giving up on me.

I slowly packed up my belongings, deciding it would be best for me to just go back to my dorm. When I exited the library, it was dark. I quickly walked back to my room. As soon as I got there, I dropped my backpack, changing into comfortable clothes. My phone buzzed again.

Want to come over?

I yawned, considering it, then deciding I didn’t have the energy to leave my dorm tonight.

Can you come here?

I hadn’t even finished putting my hair up when he responded.

On my way

I smiled, unlocking the door and turning on my tv before getting comfortable on my bed.

I was relieved to be seeing him again after my extremely long week. When we were growing up, we had gotten used to only seeing each other in the summer. At college however, we saw each other at least four times a week. Even when it’s doing small things— walking to class, going to the dining hall— we had really gotten used to eachother’s presence this year. It felt weird to go a week without seeing him.

I also was slightly relieved that it would just be the two of us tonight. I loved Annabeth so much, but I honestly didn’t have the social battery to interact with more than one person after my mental exhaustion. Plus, Annabeth would be doing homework all weekend anyways.

A few minutes after I’d gotten comfortable, I heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” I called.

A moment later, my best friend came walking through the door with a plastic bag and a cup carrier in his hand. I smiled, standing to close and lock the door behind him.

“Hey,” he said, setting the drinks on my desk.

“What’s this?” I asked, gesturing to the bag.

He shrugged, holding it up slightly, “I just assumed you’d be too busy to think about eating, so I picked up some take out for us.”

I beamed up at him, gratefully taking the bag and thanking him.

After being best friends with someone for almost ten years, you really get to learn how they work. Percy always was one that hit the nail on the head when it came to my habits. He was right, I probably would have forgotten about dinner if he hadn’t brought it.

He kicked his shoes off, jumping onto my bed and pointing to the drinks, “I also got some hot chocolate, I wasn’t sure if you wanted any, but I was stopping anyway.”

I nodded, smiling at him, “Thank you, Percy. You’re the best.”

We both sat on my bed, watching the new season of Outerbanks together as we ate our dinner. I tried my best to pay attention to the show, but I couldn’t stop myself from yawning and zoning out.

When we both finished our food, Percy stood, taking the trash from my bed and throwing it into my trash can. I yawned again.

“You okay? I can go if you want to just go to bed,” he said.

I shook my head, “I’m okay,” I said, patting the spot next to me, “stay a little.”

I knew that I needed sleep, but I missed his presence. It felt weird that this was the first time seeing him in days.

I layed down on my bed, getting comfortable and yawning again. Percy paused the show, taking his place next to me again and laying on his side to face me.

“My mom called today,” he said quietly.

“Yeah?” I said, “how is she doing?”

He chuckled, “she’s good, she said she’s happy you and Annabeth are here to ‘keep me in check’,” he said, using air quotes on the last bit.

I laughed, “seems like it’s the other way around right now, I wouldn’t have even remembered dinner if you didn’t bring it to me.”

He paused, rolling onto his back and fiddling with the edge of his sweatshirt sleeve. He didn’t say anything, and I could immediately tell that something was off.

“What’s up?” I said, still facing him. I found myself staring at his pretty face, and thinking about what Annabeth had been saying to me earlier that week. She always said that Percy and I should ‘stop pretending and just get together.’

It definitely wasn’t something that I could say I’ve never considered, I just couldn’t risk ruining the friendship. I’d seen several of my college friends lose their friends by taking it a step too far. I would never recover if I made things awkward between us.

He interrupted my thoughts, when he spoke again. “Paul and my mom asked about you.”

I smiled, moving slightly closer to him to get more comfortable, “Oh yeah? What did they say?”

He looked back down at his sleeve, fiddling with it again. He paused for another moment, before saying, “Just like— they keep asking about us…”

I hesitated, having an idea of what he meant, but I decided to push, “What do you mean?”

He sighed, tossing his arms down to his sides and staring back at the ceiling, “They like… make assumptions— just because we hangout so much.”

I nodded, deciding to question him further, “We hangout with Annabeth too most of the time.”

He glanced over at me, opening his mouth like he was about to say something, but turned back to the ceiling and began playing with his sleeve again.

I leaned forward to rest a hand on his arm, which he glanced at, before looking back at the ceiling.

I took a deep breath, realizing that he wasn’t going to speak up, so I did. “So they’re inquiring into the nature of our relationship?”

He snapped his head over to me, brows furrowing in confusion.

I laughed, “They are asking if we’re really just friends?”

He turned his head back to face the ceiling, “Ohhhh, yeah. Pretty much.”

I nodded, removing my hand from his arm and propping myself up slightly to get a better look at his face.

“And what did you say?” I asked.

He turned on his side, fully facing me now, and propped himself up on his arm so we were looking at eachother.

He breathed in, before saying, “I said I’m not really sure.”

I nodded, looking into his eyes and knowing where this conversation was leading. We’d been putting it off for years. It scared me. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but looking into his sea-green eyes I knew that I couldn’t keep pretending.

“You’re not really sure?” I asked, cocking my head slightly to the side.

“I mean…” he started, and I watched his eyes scan my face before continuing, “I don’t know. It felt weird not seeing you this week. Like… I missed you.”

I laughed at his awkwardness, but said, “I missed you too, Percy.”

I swore I could see his gaze flicker down to my lips for a millisecond, but I chose to ignore it. It made me feel tense and my heart started racing.

He sighed, nodding, but sounding confident when he said,“What should I say then, next time they ask?”

I could feel my face heat up. I can’t keep dodging this. I can’t avoid it forever.

“What do you want to say?” I asked, trying to stall so that I wouldn’t have to make any decisions.

He pursed his lips, but didn’t lose his confidence, “I think it’d be fair to say that we’re not really just friends. And that we should have had this conversation a while ago.”

I nodded. Of course he knew what I was thinking. How could he not? We know each other almost as well as we know ourselves.

I swallowed, and my voice came out as a whisper, “I think that’d be fair to say.”

He nodded, and his gaze flickered down to my lips again, only slightly more noticeably this time.

I cleared my throat, my heart racing, “So if not friends, then what?” I asked quietly.

He searched my face, and I could feel his breath now. I wasn’t sure when we had gotten so close, but we were really close.

It’s not that I had never kissed a guy, I had. They’d all just been with people I never really cared about. I knew somewhere deep down that I would never really like anyone else. He was always in the back of my mind. And now with his breath on my face, I was nervous. We’d never crossed the line in our friendship beyond the occasional cuddle, but even that was rare.

“What do you want us to be?” He flipped the question on me, and his lip quirked into a small grin.

I paused, not knowing what to say. I searched his face, eyes focusing on his lips for a second longer than they should’ve.

“Can I be honest?” I whispered, eyes falling to his lips again before meeting his eyes.

He nodded, his eyes falling to my lips too. I could hear his breath quicken as the distance between us seemed to shrink.

“I’ve known we should’ve had this conversation for a long time, but now that we’re having it I don’t really know what to say,” I said, and his gaze returned to my eyes, “I really care about you, Percy.”

He nodded, “I really care about you, too.”

We stared at eachother, neither of us knowing what to do. Neither of us had ever been in a real relationship before. It was new territory for both of us. But of course Percy always knows exactly what to say.

“Will you go out with me? Tomorrow night?” He asked, before quickly saying, “Unless you have too much work, I mean.”

I smiled, feeling a fluttery sensation in my stomach before saying, “I’d love to.”

He nodded, scooting closer to me, “Yeah?”

I nodded, biting my lip and smiling, “Yeah.”

Our faces were inches from each other now. I let my gaze fall to his lips, and his hand reached out to rest on my jaw.

Slowly, he finally leaned in. His lips touched mine, softly at first, like he was scared that if he moved too fast, he might break me. I let out a soft exhale through my mode, and he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I could feel his hand slide from my jaw to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair.

We pulled away for a moment, both of us breathing heavy, and looking deeply into eachothers eyes. We both had massive grins painted on our face. Without a second thought, our lips were on eachothers again.

The room suddenly felt hot. My hands made their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my finger tips. All I can think is— why did we wait so long? I let my fingers curl in his shirt, bringing him closer, as the kiss quickly grows more urgent, more intense.

He held me tightly, like he was afraid I might slip away. I felt his hand slide down to my waist, pressing me against him. I let out a quiet gasp as he pulled me onto his lap, firmly guiding me until I straddled him. Nothing else mattered. Just him, our lips, the feeling of our bodies so close together after so many years.

His fingers hesitantly trailed up under my shirt, the touch sending shivers through me as he let his fingertips move along my bare skin. I could feel my breathing pick up, my hands sliding up to his shoulders. I found the courage to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled away, breaking the kiss just long enough to let me lift it over his head, revealing the warm skin beneath. My hands explored his chest, his shoulders, feeling every inch of him as he watched me with that soft, intense gaze, like he’s waiting for my every move.

He slowly pushed my shirt up, and I shakily lifted my arms, letting him slide it off. When it was off, we locked eyes, still smiling like idiots. His hands quickly found my waist again, his fingers splaying across my back as he pulled me close, his lips finding mine once more. I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the slight brush of his chest as I pressed myself against him, feeling his heart racing just as fast as mine.

He grabbed my hips, encouraging me to move back and forth. I gasped into the kiss, and began grinding with his grip. We moved together, the friction between us heavy, and I let out a quiet moan. I couldn’t believe we were really doing this. I felt him shiver at the sound, his breath catching as he presses his forehead to mine, pulling away from the kiss but not stopping his movements.

“Gods,” he whispered, his voice rough, barely more than a breath. “I’ve wanted us for so long.”

I could almost feel tears prickle in my eyes, as I breathlessly replied, “Me too.”

He leaned down, kissing my neck with an intensity that I never knew he was capable of. He nipped and kissed, only pausing to mumble, “Since we were 15.”

His confession sent a surge of warmth through me, my hands moving to explore his back, tracing the muscles there. The muscles that I was so familiar with. That I’d seen in battle countless times.

I felt him shudder, his grip on my waist tightening as he lifted his head from my neck, pressing me against him with a need that matched my own. I rolled my hips, feeling the heat build, and he let out a low, breathless groan, his fingers digging into my skin as he joined our lips together again.

Our kiss was electric, heavy, and full of everything we wanted to say and do to each other for years. I leaned into him, pressing my forehead to his, feeling the warmth of his skin. My eyes welled when he stopped moving our hips together, and I saw the soft, vulnerable smile that played at his lips as he whispered my name like a promise.

I whispered his back, feeling my heart fill with an affection that I’d been holding back all these years.

We stayed like that for a while, embracing each other with a few soft, stolen kisses every now and then. We whispered to each other about how happy we were, and he suggested a few dinner places for tomorrow night.

Eventually, we decided to lay down together, but when I finally got comfortable he sat up, saying it’s late and he should probably let me sleep.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes, “Stay, dummy.”

He smiled brightly, and layed back down, embracing me again. We fell asleep like that, only to be woken up the next morning by a knock on my door. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, but I nudged Percy awake.

We looked at each other, wide eyed, and scrambled to find our shirts and fix our appearances.

The knock came again.

“Just a second!” I called out, combing through my hair with my fingers as Percy carefully straightened out my blankets. He gave me a thumbs up when it looked satisfactory.

I nodded, turning to open the door. There stood Annabeth, open notebook in hand, not looking up yet but saying, “Gods, what took you so long?”

I looked at Percy for help, before hesitantly saying, “Sorry, my room was a mess.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking up suspiciously, when her eyes caught on Percy. She smirked, closing her book and looking between us.

She checked her watch with a knowing smirk, “Wow, Percy, what are you doing here so early?”

I could feel my face heat up, as Percy struggled to find his words.

“I- uhhh… yeah…” he so eloquently said.

Annabeth shook her head, smiling at us. “It’s about time. I’m going to the library, was just going to see if you wanted to come, but obviously you’re already occupied.” She said, turning and walking back down the hall.

I closed the door as she walked away, and Percy’s face was just as bright red as mine felt.

We stared at eachother for a moment, both of us unsure of what to do.

“Wanna get back in bed?” Percy asked, scratching the back of his neck.

I smiled, taking his hand and dragging him back up to my bed. “I’d love to.”

[dollbon]

Imagine🪽

ʚRafe cameron x readerɞ

You woke up feeling two arms next to your head, your eyes blinking as they tried to adjust to the daylight that entered the room. You knew very well who was holding you like that and lying next to you. It was Rafe.

You grunted trying to move to get up but without success, and then you heard a hoarse voice near your ear.

"Stop moving."

Rafe grunted and held you a little tighter.You grunted again and tried to move once more.

"Rafe, let me go."

You tried to protest but it didn't work very well.

"No, now stay still and stop moving."

Rafe said squeezing a little tighter.

You sighed and grunted loudly but you didn't have much of a choice but to stop moving and stay still, and then you had an idea. Reaching over to grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, you opened the camera and snapped a picture of you and Rafe.

You giggled mischievously and then saved the picture.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet? And I deleted those pictures."

Rafe mumbled into your hair.

"Ugh, you're such a boring boyfriend."

You groaned and rolled your eyes.Before you could do anything else, you felt Rafe's arms wrap around your waist and then you landed back on the mattress, this time with Rafe hovering over you and supporting himself on your arms.

Rafe raised an eyebrow and then stared at your flushed face as your curly hair spread across the mattress.

"What did you say?"

He asked in an almost eerily calm tone. "That you're a boring boyfriend-"

You were interrupted by Rafe who started tickling you, you laughed and squirmed as you tried to push him away, but he didn't move a muscle.

When Rafe stopped, he looked at you with the same calm look as before and then said:

"What did you say again?"

"That you're a very boring boyfriend!-"

You were interrupted again by another round of tickling from Rafe.

"Again, what did you say? Oh, and remember to give the right answer now."

He warned and then stared into your almond eyes. "You're a great boyfriend!"

You said breathlessly as you tried to recover from the tickling.

"I hate you!"

You told him but there was no hate behind your words, you were just being yourself.

"Oh sure, you're tolerable too."

Rafe said before getting up and starting to go to the bathroom. You quickly sat up in bed, watching him.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

You quickly got up and walked over to him, clinging to one of his legs.

"I want to go too!"

You said, looking at him with your Bambi eyes.

Rafe just rolled his eyes, already used to your charm.

"Seriously, sometimes you're like a clingy koala."

He said, trying to move with you stuck to his leg.

"It's kind of hard to walk when you're stuck to me, you know?"

He said, looking at you, but you didn't care and just squeezed him a little tighter.Rafe looked back at you and then finally reached the bathroom. He grabbed you and placed you on the sink counter, then grabbed your toothbrushes and put the toothpaste in them, handing yours to you while he put his in his mouth.

You brushed your teeth and rinsed your mouth, then looked at Rafe again with your Bambi eyes, he knew exactly what you wanted. Rafe rolls his eyes and gives you a peck on the lips, looking at the huge smile that appears on your face after that. He helps you down and the two of you start going downstairs to get some coffee.

"What's the point of brushing our teeth before breakfast if we're going to get them dirty while we eat?"

You ask another one of your random questions.

"And why do you ask so many questions, huh? You sound like a child."

Rafe said knowing that he would get an exaggerated reaction from you.

"Aaah! You're rude! You broke my heart now!"

You said putting the back of your hand on your forehead and throwing yourself on the floor dramatically.

Rafe let out a small smile and then had an idea, he grabbed your ankles and started dragging you to the kitchen with him while you laughed and screamed.

The end, I hope you enjoyed it! 🐇

[voxofthevoid]

*banging pots and pans together* Goyuu gremlins, come get y'all fucking juice.

I say this as if I'm not inundating you in goyuu every week, but Gojou has been conspicuously absent from my current WIP for...10 chapters and over 70k words. A major character and one half of the endgame ship, and he shows up halfway through the story—JJK has got me making more and more novel (in terms of my writing) narrative choices with each fic.

Gotta say, it feels great to get back into writing Gojou. Last time I tackled him was at the end of September, for the fem!Gojou no-powers oneshot. The necrofic from October beginning has a lot of Gojou, sure, but he's a...well, a corpse. Sinking back into goyuu banter and interactions felt like coming home.

Now, here's Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #9, featuring Gojou Sluttoru Satoru in the flesh.

There’s a man on the platform.

It’s the height that startles Yuuji first. He’s freakishly tall. The tallest person Yuuji’s seen—unless he counts Sukuna, which he won’t. Besides, this guy’s all legs, and it’s weirdly fascinating how they move, smooth and graceful under shiny pants reflecting the platform lights. They eat up the platform with long, languid strides, getting closer and closer and—

Yuuji blinks, dragging his eyes from the man’s legs to a face that’s a lot closer than he expects, even though he has to crane his neck to make eye contact—kind of. The man’s wearing sunglasses, those thick black ones that show nothing of what’s underneath, so Yuuji just ends up staring at his own distorted reflection.

His eyes are wide, his mouth a little open. Yuuji closes it, his teeth clicking together.

The height isn’t the only startling thing about the man. His hair is a shock of white, messy strands covering his forehead and even falling over the sunglasses. And Yuuji’s got no leg to stand on when it comes to people with eye-catching coloring, but there’s still something about this man that makes it hard to look away.

“Hi?” he offers warily.

“Hello,” comes the answer, immediate and cheerful. “You a local?”

“Uh, yeah? I guess.”

A tilt of the head. Those snowy strands shift with mesmerizing motions. “That’s not very reassuring.”

“Why…am I reassuring you?”

The man claps, once. “Good point! You’re not a serial killer, are you?”

Yuuji’s so confused. “No?”

“Hmm, you don’t sound very sure about that either.” The man leans closer, which involves a lot of bending. Yuuji blinks at his reflection in the glasses, which blinks right back. “Nah, you’re too cute to be a serial killer.”

“Thanks, I think. Who are you?”

“Gojou Satoru!” The man declares, straightening up and sticking out an arm. “And who are you, my young, uncertain friend?”

Yuuji takes the proffered hand. It’s big, almost swallowing his whole hand when it closes around it. There’s warmth too, seeping boldly into his flesh.

“Itadori Yuuji,” he introduces himself. “I’m very confused.”

“I did get that impression.”

“No, I mean, you’re—” Yuuji shakes his head. “Never mind. Why are you asking weird questions?”

“Hey now,” the man says, his lips pressing into a pout. They’re very shiny. And pink. “Those were very sensible questions. There’s no point asking for directions from a non-local, is there? And it’d be very unwise of me to put myself in the maw of a murderer.”

“Well,” Yuuji says, slightly less confused, “I’m not a murderer. And I do live here. Moved here a few months back. Pretty sure I can give you directions. To where?”

“A recent transplant. I see,” Gojou murmurs, his head still tilted slightly down. Despite the opaque glasses, Yuuji has the distinct sense of being looked at. “Would you happen to know the way to the Fushiguro household, Itadori Yuuji-kun?”

“Fushiguro?” Yuuji repeats. “You know him? Or are you here for Tōji-san?”

“Both,” Gojou says, his smile widening. The glossy gleam of his lips doesn’t hide how sharp the expression is, and for the first time, Yuuji really takes in the rest of his face—the chiseled jaw, the straight nose, the prominent cheekbones. A sharp face, but pretty too. Like Fushiguro’s, except that while Fushiguro’s soft around the edges, this man looks like he’ll cut if touched. “—to me?”

Yuuji blinks back to himself, trying and failing to make sense of what Gojou just said. “Huh?”

That smile grows even bigger, flashing a hint of very white teeth. “I asked if you’re listening to me?”

“Oh. No,” Yuuji admits. “Sorry?”

Gojou hums, tilting his head like a curious cat. “I don’t think you are. But I’ll forgive it if you’re a good boy and take me to the Fushiguros.”

Yuuji swallows, his throat very dry. “I could, but…”

“But?”

“How do I know you’re not a serial killer, Gojou-san?”

Gojou snorts. It’s an ugly sound, rough and nasal. Something inside Yuuji unclenches, like that’s the proof he needed that this guy is human and not some abnormally pretty dream he conjured up. It’d be a kinder dream than usual, but Yuuji can’t trust his imagination anymore.

“I’m too handsome for that, don’t you think?” Gojou asks, his grin grown lopsided.

“Yeah, but—” Yuuji makes a sweeping gesture with his free arm, covering Gojou as well as the rest of the platform. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“So there is a brain under all that pink fluff,” Gojou says, his tone weirdly approving.

“I don’t think you get to talk about anyone’s hair,” Yuuji points out, eyeing Gojou’s snow-white strands again.

But Gojou just tosses his hair like he’s in a shampoo commercial. “It’s all natural.”

“So is mine,” Yuuji says drily. “Not the point.”

“Oh? What is your point then?”

“Serial killing. I think.” Yuuji shakes his head. “Whatever. Yeah, I’ll take you to the Fushiguros’ place. Do anything weird and I’ll punch you.”

“Careful,” Gojou purrs. “I might be into that.”

Yuuji just looks at him for a moment, before taking in the rest of the platform with half a mind to foist this guy off on someone else. There’s no one, obviously. It’s not like this place is bustling even during what was the rush hour back at Sendai. Nanami and Yuuji were alone the entire time they waited, and he’s pretty sure no one but Gojou got off from the train.

Plus, he probably shouldn’t inflict this guy on anyone else. Yuuji doesn’t think he’s a bad person or anything, but he’s kinda weird. And Yuuji’s pretty immune to stranger danger.

Except when he walks into cursed churches.

“Come on then,” Yuuji says. “It’s getting late, and Tōji-san usually turns in early.”

Gojou’s lips and cheeks do something very weird. “Fushiguro Tōji has a bedtime.”

“Uh, not exactly—”

Yuuji’s cut off by demented laughter—full-on cackling, filling up the open air of the empty platform. All he can do is watch, nonplussed, until Gojou calms down, and even that’s startlingly abrupt, the noise stopping so suddenly that the resulting silence seems to boom.

“Sorry, sorry,” Gojou says, not sounding all that sincere. “That was just too funny. Guess the single dad life suits him.”

Yuuji thinks of what Fushiguro sounds like every time he has to talk about his dad. “I…wouldn’t say that. Anyway, you coming?”

“Sure,” Gojou says easily. “You going to let me go first, or are we holding hands the whole way?”

“What’re you—”

Yuuji realizes the answer before he even finishes the question, blinking down at his own hand—still clasped firmly around Gojou’s bigger one. He lets go quickly, snatching it back. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do with it. Wiping it on his pants would be rude. And it’s not like Gojou’s palm was sweaty or anything. It was just warm, and Yuuji’s whole hand sparks like it’s stolen that heat for itself. He settles for folding his arms across his chest. 

Gojou looks entirely too amused. “Pity.”

“Don’t tease me,” Yuuji grumbles, hoping the heat on his face doesn’t actually show on the skin; he knows his odds though, and they’re not good. He’s about to march off, leaving Gojou to choose whether to follow, when something occurs to him. “Wait, are you…”

“Yes?” Gojou prods after a moment, that curling grin still in place.

Yuuji squints up at him, specifically the sunglasses. He doesn’t think Gojou’s blind. People wear sunglasses all the time, though he’s rarely seen ones so dark. And Gojou navigated the platform pretty easily earlier, no cane or anything. Still, the thought won’t leave his head, and Yuuji’s mind refuses to accept the vague sense of being watched as enough proof, so he asks, “Are you blind?”

“How blunt,” is Gojou’s response. “I like that in people.”

“That’s not—”

—an answer, Yuuji doesn’t say because Gojou proceeds to give him an answer, raising one long-fingered hand to pluck his sunglasses off.

A maelstrom of blue slams into Yuuji.

He’s seen blue eyes more than a few times. People he knew, people he passed in the street. Bright ones, dark ones. Then there’s Fushiguro, whose eyes act like some deep-sea trench, shifting from dark green to depthless blue based on the lighting and his mood.

But he’s never seen eyes like these.

It’s not just one shade of blue, but every blue, all at once. Thin threads of shuddering color, spreading out from pupils that swallow all light. It’s breathtakingly bright, like the colors are reaching out of the eyes to claw at the air. Or maybe they’re just swirling inside, chasing each other inside the confines of those irises.

A part of Yuuji knows that he’s imagining it, that Gojou’s eyes aren’t actually nuclear ghosts. But that logic doesn’t quite penetrate the blue haze in his head.

Gojou blinks, cutting off that stream of color, and Yuuji sucks in a breath like a drowning man.

[connorsnothereeither]

What Hozier song fits your characters?

I GOTTA PICK JUST ONE EACH?? Damn, sick and twisted /lh /silly

It’s taken me a while to cook on this but I’m answering this at an appropriate time since I literally see Hozier live tomorrow-

Ulysses (Fable SMP): Now for a long time during Fable’s run I said Eat Your Young because it really fits early Ulysses and the Telchin, HOWEVER I think in totality as a character, Ulysses is embodied best by Empire Now. The sense of pained but freeing reflection, looking back on the pain and destruction caused by empire and greed for so long, and coming away from that bringing hope for a future that might not be perfect, but will be better. A future he does get to see. Hourable mention is that Ulysses and Vesperae are Sedated coded.

Virgil (SkyBound SMP): This was trickier than I thought, honestly, for both general vibes and plot reasons I can’t go into for spoilers. The issue is almost that Virgil is a very optimistic character at his core despot his paranoia, and it’s hard finding a Hozier song with exactly the right vibe. That being said, he is, after all, a carrion bird. And he is in a world that’s falling, trying to pull people closer as it does. For many reasons, Virgil is I, Carrion (Icarian).

Daniel Thorns (Cantripped): Listen… listen we all know it’s Nobody’s Soldier. We all know Nobody’s Solider just IS DAN. Beyond the individual elements, even down to smelling like a bonfire, the constant balance between being a folkhero and being a complete mess of a man. The desperation to hold onto the roughness of life so that he’s not sanitised to the point of deification, but being so unable to truly grasp the grittiness of the world because he is inherently seen as something more, and it puts a barrier around him. Honourable mentions are Arsonists Lullaby, cause Flamewalker and the baggage he carries with that, but also It Will Come Back IS SO NEPH AND DAN. THATS THEIR SONG. THATS DANPHRUS RIGHT THERE I POINT AT IT. I SHAKE THEM.

Leopold (Terramortis SMP): Again, there’s a lot of spoilers potential with assigning Leo a song, since we haven’t seen all of his story yet. I think I want to say Like Real People Do. The urge to just sit and ignore his problems. Choosing bliss through ignorance; not asking questions, not thinking hard enough about the bugs and the dirt. Just wanting things to be easier and live a little longer. Honourable mention that Too Sweet makes me think about Julius and Leopold… 👀

C.W Hare (Wild West SMP): Again there’s some spoilers potential here. I initially wanted to say Jackboot Jump. And that is incredibly CW coded… but I don’t think it’s perfect. The same with Talk. Both are so him, but not quite it. I think the most accurate as their songs is Abstract (Psychopomp). There’s so much about it, about the grasping onto glimpses of a life in those final moments. The desperation of holding onto a life. The animal motifs too just feel perfect “I will not be great, but I’m grateful to get through”, just… it makes me think about him a lot.

Honourable NPC Mentions:

Agent Paulie A. Morris (Cantripped - Goodes): Someone New

King Morgan of Eventide (Mer SMP): Through Me (The Flood)

[multidimensionalguidance]

Natal and Transit Observations #1

Please apply these to both your natal chart, and also transit, whichever one applies.

Venus in your 2H will attract resources, be it in money, clothes, face products, food, land, and an improved sense of self worth. It can also make your face stand out or stand out in some way. You're likely to receive compliments, specially in a spoken manner. Your voice might sound more soothing or appealing to others. Very likely to receive financial rewards from hobbies or creative pursuits as well. Relationships and lovers could also feel keen to spoiling or taking care of you. Be wary of overspending or eating too many sweets!

Eg. As soon as I had this transit during this year I immediately got a side gig, which was more work, but at the end of the day a welcomed and unexpected financial opportunity.

Moon-Saturn conjunctions are so emotionally rough. You feel mentally drained, limited, or burned in some way. For natives, its a difficult yet long term rewarding relationship with their mothers, along with feeling emotionally numbed out very often. Their minds are their biggest limitation in life, as they find it hard to not feel down or pessimist. Life is simply not a piece of cake for them initially, but overtime it gets better and they become more carefree.

Eg. The collective energy during this transit always feels sooo heavy and difficult to manage. Often what I call a "Mental Block" day.

Sun transiting the 12th house will make any other placement going through your 1st house, be it Venus or even Jupiter feel a bit more damped. You won't feel like being out too much, showing off, or being overly confident. The general mood is staying at home, doing a fun hobby, and self reflecting. This energy always feel very inviting to spend time in isolation and away from the noise. It makes disconnecting very easy, but if you're not comfortable with any of this, then it will feel like you're being pushed aside, ignored, or overlooked. You'll feel lonelier than usual.

Uranus in the 7th house is the real "I can't keep up with my date life". The sudden and unexpected energy makes it difficult for them to stick for very long with the same partner if there's no sense of independence between them. Relationships and those with who we interact often are very unconventional, open minded, and rebel like when compared to the norm. They are futuristic and comfortable with trying new things all the time. It can make it exhausting and draining if you're pushing yourself to stick with something traditional or rigid. It will lead you to desire stability, but teach you that it can be achieved through relationships that give plenty of free room for both to exist in their most genuine version.

Jupiter in the 7th house is not as positive as a lot of people make it sound. Yes, there are plenty of options, luck, and good fortune, but with expansion can come gluttony or distortion. These are individuals who can feel as if the opportunities are so bountiful that its too difficult to choose, and they might lose on really good chances on love or business opportunities simply for "wanting more". It can also make you overly confident with decisions in regards to this house (contracts and relationships of all type). In general, this planet tends to test our soul and character by giving us a lot to the point where we lose gratitude or act greedy towards our blessings.

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Fish Inside A Birdcage: Rule #4

Aimlessly wandering through the corridors of the Dark Citadel was a habit of yours. Through the night, whenever you couldn’t sleep, and through the day you roamed throughout the stronghold. 

You have every single detail memorized, every banner, every dark chocolate tile, every small detail that could easily be missed to the common eye. 

As repetitive as your technique to pass the time was, it was all you had. These walls were all you’ve known. 

It wasn’t always like that, but you can’t remember when it wasn’t. You were stuck here. You had no clue what happened outside of the kingdom. The citadel had no windows for you to see.

The only idea you could get of the outside world was from Dark Cacao himself. When he had time to spare with you, you would always ask him what was happening in the kingdom. While he gave you little insight of what affairs were happening outside the citadel, he did have plenty of stories about the dangers that lurked throughout. It was mostly what he talked about whenever you’d ask about the outside world.

And you believed him. You believed his every word. 

You didn’t have a reason to go outside. It was safe here. Safe from the monsters and ones that want to hurt you. 

As much as you are a little curious about the outside world, all you’ve heard about the outside world was how dangerous it was. You only have Dark Cacao to inform you about the world. To guide you through this life. He’s the only one you could go to for any type of information. 

So, you’ll stay in this stronghold, faithfully by his side.

“You should be in bed, child.”

Dark Cacao’s voice was stern, yet held a hint of warmth as he lightly scolded you. You silently walked behind him, your head hung low. You looked down at the deep purple carpet under your feet that silenced your footsteps, observing the patterns woven delicately into the silk.

His scolding fell deaf to your ears. After all, you had heard it a million times before. You didn’t really care too much about getting proper sleep during the night. You just wanted to move around. To explore the Citadel. Even if you have every detail burned into your memory with how much you do this. Even if, everytime, nothing’s different.

“I have told you, I do not like this sleepwalking habit of yours. You need proper rest.”

You slowly nodded your head as you felt Dark Cacao’s expectant gaze on you. You didn’t look up at him, preferring to keep your head pointed towards the floor.

“Are you listening, child?”

You hummed softly in affirmation as the banners on the walls suddenly caught your attention. You aimlessly continued to walk forward before you bumped into Dark Cacao’s back. He had stopped walking and was peering at you over his shoulder. You stumbled back a little before staring up at him. You tried to read his expression, to try and get some sort of hint of what he was feeling. However, you couldn't find anything. His hardened face gazed back at you, unwavering as he turned around. 

You broke eye contact and looked to the ground instead, his hard gaze causing your chest to feel heavy with guilt. You weren’t sure whether it was guilt for continuing your habit he has explicitly told you to stop, or for not being able to keep eye contact with him at all. You weren’t really sure why you were feeling this way in the first place. You rarely felt guilty about disobeying his orders. It’s not like you could do much but sleep, eat, and walk while being practically caged in the bastion.

You felt his hand hook under your chin and raise your head for your eyes to meet his. His cold eyes bore into yours although you could have sworn you saw his eyes soften as he glanced at your face. You only blankly stared up at him, the feeling of guilt seeping deeper into your chest. You couldn't tell if he noticed or not, his face unwavering.

“Why do you disobey me? I only want you to get proper sleep yet you never seem to stay in bed.”

“I-I’m just not tired.” 

You softly responded, frowning slightly. Your response only caused Dark Cacao to sigh. His hand left your chin and instead grasped yours. He gently began to pull you towards the direction of your bedroom, keeping you in sight. You were surprised by the sudden touch. Dark Cacao never really showed much affection to you, other than the rare occurring hugs he gave you when you were feeling sad.

Nevertheless, you followed him. His hand holding yours felt comforting. You pressed closer against his arm and held his hand with both of your own. He seemed to be surprisingly fine with this. He even wrapped his arm gently around your shoulder, pulling you against his side. You closed your eyes and leaned against him, feeling his footsteps slow to allow you to comfortably keep up. 

“Let's get you back to bed.”

You raised no objections and only let out a low hum. This time, you would listen to his orders and do as he said. You would only continue to hope tomorrow would have something more eventful in store for you. You were only hoping however, but it was the least you could do. It’s not like you could ever leave anyways.

(Idk what this really was I kinda just based some of this fic off a song.)

[kallietell]

I Made You Too Fat

*Gender neutral weight gain POV*

Hey babe, I've got to talk to you about something. And please don't say anything, I know you're gonna try and comfort me and make me feel better and stuff, but just let me get through this. 

You know how much I love your body. I never thought I would meet someone who would let me do this to them, who would let me put all this weight on them, but you’re getting bigger than I ever thought you would. I mean I love it, I literally can’t look at you without wanting to tear your clothes off, but when you first agreed to gain weight for me you only had a little potbelly. You still ate normal-sized meals, you wore a medium. Then you saw what your overeating did to me and it was like flipping a switch. You started to get so fat so fast you could barely keep up. You started eating whatever I brought you and asking for more, started lounging around the apartment in all of your old skin-tight clothes because you knew it drove me crazy. 

Your delivery orders kept getting bigger and bigger until even I couldn't believe it. Remember when you ordered so much pizza that the Doordash driver asked if we were having a party? But it was all for you. And you're so constantly stuffed and bloated with all the greasy fast food I buy you that it's hard to even tell how fat you're actually getting. Your belly is never empty, so I never know if all of this is you or if your tubby gut is just distended from the family-sized meals you let me force down your throat. 

You know how much I want you bigger and fatter, you know how much watching you pile on mounds of blubber turns me on, but at this point, I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. I feel like I'm taking this too far just for my own sick pleasure. I’m porking you up like a prize-winning pig and you’re just letting me, you keep opening your mouth for more like you're completely under my control. Even when you're so full you're panting and gasping because your stomach is too tight and swollen, even when you think you can't force down another bite, you still open up for me and let me feed you till I'm satisfied. It's so hot while I'm doing it, but I always have this tiny little glimmer of guilt because I know you like it too much to make me stop. 

Watching you waddle around with your belly hang wobbling out of the bottom of your shirt and your chunky thighs packed in those tight workout shorts that are ripping at the seams makes me lose it, but also makes me think of when your clothes actually used to fit you. I mean, babe you actually used to workout in those shorts, and now if you bend over too far you can hear the seams pop. 

You've just gotten so lazy and so greedy and it's all my fault. You can't even get on top anymore cause all your jiggling blubber has made you too massive for that much of a workout. I wasn't sure how to bring this up to you, I don't even want to bring this up to you, but after what happened yesterday, I just had to start this conversation. I can't believe you actually got big enough to get stuck in the living room chair. That chair could fit two of me, but you gorged yourself so full that your rounded hips were completely wedged between the arms… 

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[respectthepetty]

To begin the ninth episode of Bad Guy, My Boss off with these two making out in Elyes' office is rude because Director Term has given pink equal light for the first toxic couple of Run and Fei Long and now Thiranai and Thiti get the blinding light of love.

If I was Black Brooding Elyes, I'd be livid too knowing that everyone is getting action in his bedroom and office EXCEPT HIM!

I know Pat knows Thiti is a spy, so I understand he is acting his secretary ass of here.

But . . . Elyes has to be on this too because there is no way he would let Pat argue with him like this. He is upset at Pat for calling him a boss, so my petty sibling in sin would make sure to remind Pat that he is the boss, and Pat is the employee by sending his ass on this trip regardless if Pat wanted to go or not!

Look at the barrier between them! Thiti, you getting too smug, son!

Thiti, that man doesn't love you! He is manipulative and abusive. Get your stuff from the office and run!

YES! My color-coded boys in love might be pendejos but they aren't stupid!

I could never hate Elyes! NEVER! Pat and Elyes are in the midst of a fight, yet Pat still runs to Elyes and tells him their fight is dumb because more important shit is going down, and ELYES LISTENS! There are so many couples out there that argue and let the argument get in the way of critical business, but not my boy Elyes. He is all ears and eyes!

They can't communicate about their relationship, but they are sure good business partners. They balance each other out at work, yett causing chaos everywhere else. Good for them.

Pat calling Elyes immature while pouting is why I love this show. They are both problems, and they both love it.

And now Elyes is going to eat like a commoner because he loves his Happy Human.

AND HE WILL SUFFER BECAUSE OF IT! Watching a person sweat when they eat something spicy is the closest I will get to experiencing real love because it makes my heart so happy. He is just eating in pain and being miserable all because he loves a boy.

Pat is me, and I am Pat. Never been happier than watching a man try not to cry.

The bathroom scene is perfection! They are both naked, vulnerable, no colors, no barriers between them, and Elyes is sooooo happy.

But Pat? Oh, Pat has Elyes all heated up and now he is about to hurt him with hard questions, and I am thrilled!

Look! Look at his face. Realization is hitting him! They are entering into a fight that he didn't even see he was walking into!

LOOK AT HIM!

And now we are right back to the point the colors keep making — Elyes is doing the most all so he doesn't have to do the bare minimum. Pat has said he loves him. Pat has shown he is loyal. But Elyes is so afraid that if he says "I love you" back that it's all going to blow up the same way it did with Run, but by him not saying it, Pat won't continue to be in what he believes is a one-sided situationship. Elyes already used the day's quota of brain cells, but I need my pendejo to stop arguing while literally naked, and instead get emotionally exposed, and TELL PAT HE LOVES HIM!

But instead he is going to put a hit out on the person who hurt Pat even though his ass has been emotionally hurting Pat for years.

Doing the damn most when he could be doing the bare minimum. I hate him (affectionately).

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J POV

"I found my soulmate Jo!", Elena gushes

"Oh yeah? That's great!", I answer, getting jealous and disappointed

I'm glad I'm on the phone with her instead of in person. That's way she can't see my face

"Yeah! He just came into the Starbucks and when I asked his name he said Stefan. I was so excited and I asked him his last name. He said Salvatore. It's the name that's been in my head since I was born! I had a feeling when I first saw him"

"Did you tell him your name?"

"No he asked if I was Elena Gilbert before I could tell him! It was him!"

"That's crazy. And so out of nowhere", I reply

I'm trying so hard to stay cheerful for her

"It's just like they say Jo. You can feel that they're yours. You just know. The love is there and it's like everything wakes up in you."

Sounds amazing. Too bad I'll never find mine

"I'm happy for you Elena. You're so lucky"

"Don't worry Jo. You'll find yours"

I hold back a snort. Yeah right. Not with the name I'm stuck with

"Yeah I hope so."

"I gotta go. Stefan is coming over and he'll be here soon"

Already? That's quick. I mean I know he's her soulmate but she doesn't know him like that. What if he's a serial killer? But it's her life

"Ok Elena. I'll see you soon"

"Yeah Jo. Ok. Bye!"

"Bye", I answer and hang up

I sigh. It's so not fair

"Urgggg", I whine

That's my last friend who didn't have a soulmate. Now they all have one and Elena's gone. Once they get their soulmate, my friends all drop off the face of the earth. They're with their soulmates 24/7. So now I'm alone

I haven't found my soulmate. I don't think I ever will. The name in my head is not something that anyone would name their kid

The name of my soulmate is "V"

One letter. One fucking letter. Never going to happen. I've had people contact me because they had my name in their head

Joanne Summers

Easy. But when they tell me their name, it's never V. Never. And I've given up

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I close the door to my apartment, sighing. I just got off of work and I'm dead tired from the commute. I just want to eat, watch TV and then sleep. After showering and getting into my pjs, I flop on my couch, turning the TV on. Opening the Uber eats app, I order some food, then watch TV

Looking up I see I'm watching Jimmy Fallon. Eh he's ok and I'm too tired to care what I watch. I'm just waiting for food. I scroll through Twitter, glancing at the tv now and then. Screaming comes from the tv and I look up. What the hell?

A group of Asian men come onto the stage and the crowd gets louder. A group of very handsome Asian men. Who are these people?

"We have the biggest kpop boy band here tonight. BTS!"

BTS?

Who the hell is that? And what is kpop? Jimmy asks the guys to introduce themselves and I grab the remote to change the channel. I don't know who they are and I don't care

Pointing to the tv, I'm about to change the channel when I hear, "Hi guys, I'm V"

I stop dead in my tracks and look up at the tv

Did he say...V?

Which one said it? I don't know. The last one speaks and says his name is J-Hope. Which one is V?

I sit on my couch, my mouth hanging open and eyes glued to the TV. Jimmy is asking them questions and one of them keeps answering and talking. Is he the front man? Is he V?

Five minutes later, Jimmy asks another question and the one who keeps answering hands the mic to the one next to him saying, "Suga, answer"

Suga? What are these names? I'm guessing their stage names like Avenged Sevenfold has. Suga answers and hands back the mic. I find out the one who talks a lot is RM and that they other ones aren't that great in English. Some are better than others. Jimmy asks certain members something and they answers. There's three that haven't spoken yet

"V, what do you think?", Jimmy asks

RM hands the microphone to V. And I see him for the first time. And hear his voice. He's fucking beautiful. More beautiful than I am, hands down. And his voice is so deep. Can the name in my head be his stage name? He's the only person I've ever heard call themselves V. His English is alright.

During the commercial, I Google BTS and find out kpop is Korean pop music. So he's Korean. I don't speak Korean. I don't live in Korea. He does. Because of course he does

When Jimmy Fallon comes back, BTS performs a song, it's called "Butter". It's in English. I watch V and he has a beautiful singing voice. And he can dance. All seven of them are amazing

When the show ends, I grab my laptop and go back to Google

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I've been up for hours. I'm going to have to call in sick tomorrow. It's almost four a.m.

I've fallen into a BTS hole

I really like their music. They're videos are amazing and their dancing is incredible. I read all about them and I found out their real names

What V's real name is

It's Kim, Taehyung

The members call him Tae, Tae Tae and Tayhungie

Adorable

All the members seem like kind, generous and honest people. They care and love their fans who are called ARMY. They're really all just big goofballs having fun

V is a year younger than me. He's twenty six and I'm twenty seven. BTS is huge, bigger than the Beatles used to be. And I instantly know, there is no way I can ever get in contact with V. Not unless I go to Korea and basically go broke buying albums for the chance to get a ticket for a fan meet. So I found my soulmate, maybe, but I'll never be with him. He'll never know me

I can't even guess how many fangirls tell him they're his soulmate. He's one of the maknaes, the younger members and he is the bias of so many girls. He's voted the most handsome man and he's the most popular member. Why would he believe me?

And how many Joanne Summers are in the world who are his fan? My name is common. My chance is zero . Still I have to try

I'm in the middle of writing a message to him. I'm going to send it through Weverse. I read that the members answer their fans more on there. And my post will be public but I don't care. If he sees it, then I don't care what anyone says. I can't think of anything else to do

So I post a simple message and hope he reads it

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Tae POV

I'm eating breakfast with the guys. We came back to Seoul after the Jimmy Fallon show. I crashed on the plane and all day yesterday

Thank god we have today off

I check my phone while I eat. Instagram, Twitter, Weverse. So many people messaging us. I scroll through the "to V", messages on Weverse. Some are in English, Korean and other languages. I try to answer as many as I can

I see a long message from someone and it catches my eye because her name is Joanne

The first name of my soulmate

I basically have given up on finding my soulmate. There are so many girls messaging me that they're my soulmate but it's never true. I don't know how I will ever find her or how I'll know it's the right girl. But I can't just not read her message especially since she has my soulmate's first name

She wrote the message in English. I can read and understand English but I rather read it in Korean. Taking a bite of my sandwich, I hit the translate button and start reading-

"Hi. My name is Joanne Summers and I think you might be my soulmate. I just saw you on Jimmy Fallon tonight and heard you call yourself V. The name of my soulmate is V. I know you may not believe me and have lots of girls say they're your soulmate but I swear I didn't even know who you were until tonight. I basically have given up finding a V, and I'd like to meet you to be sure if you are my soulmate or not. I know I sound insane and I'm sorry. I understand if you never answer me. I don't even know if you'll see this. But if you do thanks for reading.

-Joanne

I gasp and drop my sandwhich

"Tae what's wrong?", Jimin asks

I hear him but I can't answer him

I can only stare at the message. And I know it's real. I know it's her. Because she said that the name of her soulmate is V. Every other girl whose ever messaged me says my real name is in their head

Kim, Taehyung

But this girl....she said V

And her name is my soulmate

Joanne Summers

"TAE!", Namjoon yells

I look up to see the guys looking at me

"I...I found her", I whisper

Yoongi raises his eyebrow, "Found who?"

"My soulmate"

"Uh ok, how?", Hobi asks skeptically

"She messaged me on Weverse"

"Seriously Tae? You can't believe that", Jin answers

"It's true.", I insist

"C'mon Tae, we all get so many messages from girls and guys saying that they're our soulmate but they're really not.", Jungkook scoffs

"She said the name in her head is V", I blurt

They all stop and look at me

"V. Not Kim, Taehyung. V. No one ever said the name of their soulmate is V. They always use my name."

"That's different. I don't think anyone has ever used our stage names before.", Jimin muses

"What's her name?", Hobi asks

"Joanne Summers"

"The name of your soulmate", Namjoon realizes, "Maybe it is real."

I nod. I think it is. I have to meet her to see

"Be careful Tae. I see that look on your face. You want to meet her. Just be careful", Jimin warns

I just nod. I'm not dumb, of course I'll be careful. Now I have to think of a way to contact her. I can't do it on Weverse. Everything there is public. I have to use Twitter or Instagram and message her privately. But how am I supposed to know which Joanne Summers is her?. I log onto Instagram and search her name . So many profiles come up

I sigh and click on the first profile

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Oh my god I found her. I've been on this goddamn app for over an hour, looking at every profile with her name. I know this is her because in her small profile description the only thing there is V. And a link to her Twitter

I take a few minutes to look at her pictures since her profile is public. She doesn't have that many. I click on a picture of her. And my breath catches in my throat

She's gorgeous

Beautiful deep eyes, stunning smile and long hair dyed pink

Going back to her profile I click on her Twitter. I decide to follow her. But first I change my private Twitter bio to include, "It's me. V", in English. Then I click follow on her profile and wait

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J POV

My alarm clock goes off and I want to die. I want to sleep more. But I have to go to work. I called out yesterday but I can't today. It's just the commute to the city that kills me. Over an hour going and coming back. It's exhausting but there's nowhere else I can do my job in New York. And I don't want to move. Not yet anyway

I sigh, forcing myself up and into the bathroom I get dressed quickly and grab my phone, throwing it in my bag without looking at it. I'll get some tea and food on the way to the train

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I hate being on the subway. Weird fucking things happen on the subway. I avoid eye contact as much as I can. Which means I look at my phone. Which I'm going to do now

Taking out my phone, I look at it for the first time today. Nothing much.nBut I assumed as much. Like I said all my friends are with their soulmates so no messages for me. The only thing I have is a Twitter notification. Someone followed me. I click on the notification. I want to see who's following me, hoping it's not a weirdo

The name is in Asian characters. I have no clue which language, so I can't read the name. And the picture is of a painting. I scan the bio and my heart stops

There in English, it says, "It's me. V"

Is it really him? I have no idea. But I need to take the chance. So I follow him back. I know that if he's in Korea it's a twelve hour time difference. It's 9:30 am here, so there it's 9:30 pm there. Hopefully he's still up

So I send a message

"Hi. Is this V? For real?"

Hopefully he'll answer. Maybe I found my soulmate

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My phone buzzes as soon as I get into work. It's a Twitter notification for a message

"Hi. Yes this is V. I saw your message on Weverse. I think you're my soulmate too. The name of my soulmate is Joanne Summers. You're right that many girls tell me they're my soulmate. But you are the first one to tell me the name in your head is V. That's why I think this is real."

As I'm reading, another message appears, with a phone number

"This is my cell number. Can I have yours?"

I'd usually say no but he spoke about the message I sent on Weverse. And said my name is the one in his head. And that he thinks this is real. I hope I don't regret it and I send my phone number

I'm about to send another message when my phone starts ringing. A video call. From the number V sent me. I rush into my office and sit down, picking up the phone

The guy on my phone is the guy I saw on the tv the other day

And my god he's gorgeous. He's staring back at me and I'm aware that I have to talk

"Hi"

"Hi", he answers

Fucking hell, his voice

"Are you V?", I ask

He nods, "You are Joanne Summers?"

I nod

"I uh sorry. I no speak English well", he says

"Oh, that's ok. I don't speak Korean"

Then I think of something

"How did you write the message to me in English?"

"Oh. Uh I write in Korean. Namjoon uh write what I write in English"

Ok, he got RM to translate. I don't have anyone to translate what I write into Korean except Google translate. And that is known for being wrong a lot

"I'm sorry I don't have anyone to translate things to Korean", I tell him

"It's ok. I can uh read and uh... understand English. But writing and uh talking no much"

He makes a writing gesture to show me what he means

"I uh want talk to you more. Are you work or school?"

I want to talk to him too. Get to know him and see if this is real

"Yeah I'm at work now. I just got here."

"Ok where you live?"

"New York"

He nods, "Twelve uh hour time, not same"

I get what he means. He's talking about the time difference. I nod

"When work done?"

"Five", I say, holding up my hand with five fingers up

"Oh. I sleep then"

"Yes ok. When do you wake up?"

"Different times. Sometimes six, but a lot eight or nine"

I nod, "It's night time here then. I can talk to you then"

"Ok. And I can talk to you when night here"

That sounds great

"Ok", I agree

"I come to uh U.S. in May. For Billboard awards and tour. I have uh show in New Jersey. I want to see you", he tells me

He wants to meet me? I want too as well.

"Yeah that sounds good", I answer

"I uh want to message too. Is that ok?"

I nod, "Yeah"

He smiles and shit it's beautiful

"Ok. I go now and you can work"

"Yeah ok V."

He shakes his head, "Tae. Call me Tae"

His real name. He wants me to call him by his real name. I feel so fucking giddy

"Ok. Tae", I agree

"Bye Joanne. We talk later"

"Ok Tae. Bye"

He smiles at me, waves and I wave back. Then he hangs up. And I sit stunned

He got back to me. He actually called me. And he wants to keep talking to me. And meet me

This idol, this famous singer, wants to meet me. And he thinks I'm right, that we are soulmates. He's coming in May. In two months. It seems so far away

But I've waited for him for years, I can wait two months

🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯

2 months later

Tae POV

"So I can see you tomorrow?", I ask her

She nods, "Yeah. Just tell me where you want to meet and I'll be there"

"Oh, I come to your job? I like museums"

"You wanna come here?", she asks

I nod

"Well ok. I can meet you here.", she agrees

"Good. At one?"

"Yeah that's good for me", she answers

I smile, "Ok. I see you tomorrow"

"Ok. Bye Tae", she says

I love the way she says my name

"Bye Jo"

She smiles, then hangs up. I'm so excited to finally meet her. After the first day I spoke to her, she's never left my mind. I think about her all the time. We text all day and night. We video call twice a day. We talk about everything. I've been practicing English and having Namjoon teach me more so I can speak to her. I've gotten better over the last two months. I still have a lot more to learn but at least I can talk to her. And I've fallen in love with her. She's an amazing person, she's beautiful and she's everything I want. And I know that even if she's not my soulmate, I'm going to ask her to be mine

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I scan the area as I walk to the New York Museum of Natural History. She works here but took today off so we could meet. I hope she's not annoyed that she had to come back to where she works. She's told me she's a paleontologist

I didn't know what that was and she explained she works with and studies prehistoric life, mostly dinosaur bones in the museum. That's amazing. I never heard of someone doing that. I'm hoping maybe she can take me to the back where she works and show me some cool stuff

I get to the stairs and look for her. She said she'd be by the stairs, behind the statue. Scanning the area, my eyes land on a girl with light purple hair. She changed her hair since I first spoke to her. To light purple. I did too

Mine is black now

The girl has her back to me but her head is moving like she's looking around. Maybe looking for me. I pull down my mask, take off my sunglasses and cap, so she can see that it's me

The girl turns around and I see that it's her

The second our eyes meet, something wakes up inside me and I know. She's mine. I found her. I feel unconditional love for her and the need to be with her. Everything around me fades away until I'm just focused on her

"It's you", she says, "I found you"

I nod and walk straight to her. I need to be near her.When I get to her, I pull her to me, my lips on hers in a second

Fireworks blast in my body and I feel like I'm complete

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J POV

I see Tae standing in front of me and I know. Everything that all my friends told me happens when you see your soulmate in person for the first time is true. I know he's my soulmate. I don't know how I know but I do. Honestly I fell for Tae these past two months

I love him

But the love for him that bursts in my body now is more powerful than what I felt before. He's mine. I belong with him

"It's you", I say, "I found you"

I can't believe I found him. He walks straight to me, pulls me in his arms and kisses me

The second his lips touch mine, fire races through me

I slide my arms around his neck, getting as close to him as I possibly can. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue in my mouth. Oh my god. His kiss is fucking incredible

When it ends, he pulls back and looks down at me. He's everything

He moves hair from my face and tells me, "I love you"

Complete happiness bursts in my body from hearing him say that

"I love you", I tell him

He smiles and I find his ARMYS are right. He has a boxy smile and it's stunning . He leans down again and kisses me. I know he's going to have to keep kissing me all the time because I'm addicted

He pulls away and asks, "Want to go inside?"

I nod and he takes my hand, lacing our fingers together and we start walking to the entrance

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Tae is so much fun. He loves taking pictures and is constantly snapping pictures with a camera he brought. He keeps his hat, mask and sunglasses off, telling me he doesn't care if people recognize him

"Jo", he calls and I turn around

He holds up his phone this time and I smile. He's been taking so many pictures of me with both his phone and his camera. I didn't want him to at first but then he told me that he wants pictures of his beautiful soulmate on his phone so he can look at them anytime he wants. And I couldn't say no after that. But I know what he means, I'm taking a lot of pictures of him too

"Come Jo, selfie", he says

"Ok Tae", I answer

I go next to him and he holds out his phone. We smile for the first, make silly faces for the second and then he kisses me for the last one. Turning to me, he runs his fingers in my hair

"You so beautiful baby. I so lucky", he murmurs

I'm completely floored. He's lucky?Yeah right. I'm lucky

"No, Tae I'm lucky to have you. You're the best man I could ever ask for"

He smiles so widely, "Thank you Jo. You the best girl. I was scared I don't find my soulmate ever. Because I am idol. I'm so happy I found you. You make me happy"

I can't, he's the best guy ever. The things he's saying to me, it makes me happy that I can make him happy

I touch his cheek gently, "You make me happy Tae"

Smiling, he leans down, his lips against mine in another sweet kiss. God I love his kisses. I want them all the time. I'd be happy just sitting together and kissing all day

He takes my hand again as we walk around. He always wants to be touching me somehow. Holding my hand, having his arm around me, moving my hair. And I fucking love it

We walk around the dinosaur exhibit. He was so excited to come here since he knows what my job is

"Wow", he says, looking up at the T- Rex skeleton

He takes a picture, then holds my hand again, walking to the next dinosaur. He lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. I blush and smile. He's been doing that also. Just kissing my hand. He's so romantic

"Jo, can you uh show me where you work?", he asks

"You want to see that?"

He nods, "Yes"

I shrug, "Ok. Come on"

I lead him to an elevator and we go to the floor where I work

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"This is a what?", Tae asks confused

"A Utah raptor claw", I repeat

I find the picture of the dinosaur online and show him

"This uh claw from that?"

I nod and point to the claw on the picture

"Can I hold?"

"Sure. Just be careful."

He slowly lifts it up, his eyebrows raising

"Heavy"

"Yeah. The bones are a lot more heavy than you'd think"

He places it back down

"More?", he asks excitedly

I just smile at how cute he is. We've been here for about half an hour. He wants to see everything and honestly I don't mind at all. No one really cares about what I do so it's nice to have someone interested. I close the drawer with the raptor claws and open the one under it

"Teeth?", he questions

"T-Rex teeth", I correct

"T-Rex?", he gasps, "Dinosaur king? Big one yes?"

God he's so fucking cute. His English has gotten better but sometimes he still speaks in broken sentences. I think it's fucking adorable. I can't speak Korean for the life of me so I have no place to judge his English

"Yeah Tae. The big one we took a picture by"

He nods, picking up one tooth and looking closely at it, "Have you uh dig up dinosaur too?"

"Once. I had to take a class that sent me to Colorado to help dig up a dinosaur that was found"

"Was fun?"

I nod. It was but it was also nerve wracking. I had to make sure I didn't break any of the bones while digging

"What dinosaur you dig?"

"Uh it was a triceratops"

He just looks at me, "I uh don't know name, just what look like"

"Hold on", I say going back on my phone and finding a picture

"This one", I say, showing him the picture

"Oh yeah. Three horns. We see that too in museum"

We did, he took a selfie in front of it

"What is your favorite dinosaur?"

"That's easy", I answer, pulling up a picture of the dinosaur, "Velociraptor"

"Ooo like the movie? Jurassic world?"

"Yeah like the movie. But they weren't that big"

"No?", he asks, confused

"No Velociraptors were the size of a chicken"

His eyes widen, "That little?"

I nod, "Utah raptors were the size of the ones in the movie"

"Oh. That the claw in the drawer yes?"

"Yeah baby"

He nods, putting the tooth down and I open the last drawer in this cabinet

"What is that? Not bone"

This drawer has small to large lumps in it

"Uh no. That's dinosaur poop"

Shock fills his face and he looks over at me

"Poop?"

I laugh at his expression

"Yeah Tae. Dinosaur poop"

"Why poop?", he asks disgusted

"Because Tae, the poop tells us what the dinosaurs ate"

"Oh I see. But still, yuck"

"You don't want to touch it?", I tease

"Ah no thank you", he day, shaking his head

"Ok baby", I giggle, closing the drawer

I turn back to him, "What do you want to do now? See more back here or go back to the museum?"

He doesn't answer, instead he comes closer and kisses me. My whole body is shocked as soon as his lips touch mine. I love how my body reacts to this kiss. I just get so happy

"I don't care. I want to be with you. Whatever you want, I go", he whispers to me

Pulling him back for a kiss, he puts his arms around me, holding me against him. God, I love being in his arms

"Do you want to go somewhere else?", I ask

"Yes. I go with you"

Should we go somewhere else in the city? Or should we go back around my apartment? There are parks there but it's not central park

"Do you want to stay in the city?"

He shakes his head, "You no like city. I know you come to work. We go somewhere else"

"No Tae. We can stay. I don't want to ruin anything for you. Whatever you want we'll do baby"

I don't want to take him away if he wants to be here. He doesn't come here often and it's not fair for me to be selfish

"I want you. I see New York before. I want see where you live"

"You want to go to my apartment?", I ask surprised

I'm worried that'd be boring for him

He nods, "I want"

Well if he wants to, I guess it's fine

"Ok. We can get a Uber or take the train"

"Can....can we take train? I already drive everywhere. I never go on train"

Right, of course he can't, he's an idol

He'd get swarmed on trains or buses

"We can go on the train baby but aren't you worried people will recognize you?", I ask

He shakes his head, "I have hat, glasses and mask. I'm ok"

"Ok", I answer and wait for him to put everything on. He's right, all the stuff hides who he is. As long as he's safe, I'm good. I take his hand and we leave the office

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Tae POV

The New York subway is.... interesting

So far, there have been people asking for money and a group of people dancing and performing in the train car. Joanne told me not to look because they'll expect me to give them money. I kept switching my gaze between her and the performers

It's crazy that they do this in the subway

Once it was done, they did ask for money. Some people gave them some but most didn't. I don't care about giving them money but Joanne told me not to. I don't know how things are done here so I'm going to listen to her. After awhile, the train stops and everyone gets off

"Uh"

"It's the last stop baby", she says, taking my hand and leading me out of the train

"Ok pumpkin. We go to your apartment now?", I ask

"Yeah. We're going to my car and I'm gonna drive home"

I nod. I know she has a car. She told me she drives to the train station, parks her car, then takes the train. It's a lot just go get to work. I don't know if I could ever do that every single day. We get to her car, get in and she starts driving

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"So this is my apartment", she says

She showed me all of her apartment and we're back in her living room, sitting on the couch

"I like it", I answer

"Yeah? It's probably kinda smaller than you're use to"

"Oh no. It's great. I share with seven people. You get all space by yourself"

She smiles at me, "Yeah but sometimes it gets lonely. You have the rest of the members with you if you need to be around someone"

She's not wrong. I do have my own room when I want to be alone and I can go into the living room when I want to be around people. Everyone is always there

"What about you family?"

"Oh uh yeah I don't talk to them. I don't have any brothers or sisters. Just my parents and they're not nice people"

That upsets me. I can't imagine being without my family. They're one of the most important things in my life. But she had no one for so long

"You have me now", I answer

Her smile widens, "Yeah I do. And you have me"

God, I love hearing that. I do have her. And I'm never letting her go.

Moving closer to her, I crash my lips to hers. She throws her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I can't stop kissing her. It's like after the first one, I just can't stop. And I love the feeling I get from her kisses. I pull her on my lap and she comes, still kissing. Her hands go in my hair and it feels good

I cautiously run my hands up and down her body. I want to do more but I don't know if she wants to. If it's too soon. Keeping my hands by the hem of her shirt, I play with it, lifting it a little but not too much. She moves her hands from my hair to my shirt and she pulls it up and off

Leaning back, her mouth drops open as she looks at me, "Fuck Tae, you're perfect"

The look on her face tells me she's telling the truth. I'm so happy she thinks that about me. I don't have abs like Jungkook or Jimin. I actually have a little tummy and I was self conscious about it around her. She touches my chest and runs her hands all over me

I close my eyes against her touch and just enjoy it. Her hands are soft and warm against my skin. She slides her hands up my chest, up my neck, touching my face as she leans to me and kisses me softly

When she pulls away, I open my eyes and just tell her, "I want you. So much"

She smirks, "Yeah baby?"

I nod rapidly

She kisses my cheek, then whispers, "Well you're in luck baby because I want you so much too"

"Yeah?", I ask

She nods, "Don't stop"

I pull her to me in a kiss, sliding my hands up her shirt and finally touching her skin. Fuck, she's so soft and smooth, I absolutely love it. Pulling her shirt up, I take it off and throw it somewhere, her lips back on mine in a second. I unclasp her bra taking it off as well

Touching her boobs, I moan against her lips. Kissing down her neck, she leans back as I get to her boobs, holding them up. Putting her nipple in my mouth I suck on it, feeling it get hard right instant. And her nipple isn't the only thing that gets hard

She moans, gripping my upper arms tightly. Going to the other nipple, I lick it over and over, it getting hard against my tongue. Fuck I'm so turned on. When I move back, she stands up, grabs my hand and pulls me with her

I follow her and we go in her room. She leads me to her bed and she sits on it, moving me in front of her. Her hands move fast on my jeans getting them undone and pulling them and my boxers down right away. I watch her lick up and down my hard cock, pleasure slamming my body

"Fuck", I whisper

She takes me in her mouth, sucking right away

"Oh my god!", I yell

I can't, it feels so good

And watching her turns me on so much more. I feel her tongue licking me all over as she sucks harder

"Baby oh god", I moan

She sucks on my head while jerking me off. I don't know which feels better, all I know is that I'm in so much pleasure. She takes her hand away and moves down my cock more, putting all of me inside

When she starts sucking, my body shivers from the pleasure. She nods her head, up and down, burying me in her tight throat each time. My god, it's amazing. Each thrust into her throat brings me closer and closer until I snap

"Joanne oh fuck, baby, baby!", I shout, coming, bliss crashing over me. I feel her swallow on my cock over and over making the pleasure last longer

"Mmmm", she groans, "So good"

My mouth drops open

"Ggg..good?", I stammer

She moves off me, looking up and smiling, "Yeah Tae. Good. You taste good"

Jesus Christ, I can't wrap my head around that. Instead of thinking about it, I gently push her back on the bed and pull off her pants and panties slowly. I take a second to look at her naked body. Oh my god, I can't fucking breathe. She's fucking so beautiful, so hot, so perfect

Running my hands up her body, I lean over her, kissing her again. I love how her arms immediately go around my neck, holding me close to her. Getting on the bed, I lay on my back and pull her to me

"Up", I tell her, moving her on top of me until she's right over my mouth

I can't wait to eat her out. Pulling her down more, I lift my head up and lick her

"Ttt... Tae", she whimpers

I keep going, licking all over, just feeling her on my tongue. And she feels good. She's already so wet and it tastes good. I move my hands on her ass and squeeze

"Mmmm", she moans

Stopping for a second, I look at her pretty pussy, her clit throbbing hard. I want it in my mouth so badly, so I wrap my lips around it and start sucking hard and fast

"Oh my god Tae!", she screams

I can't help but smile at her scream. I'm so glad I can make her feel so good. Still sucking on her, she moans, grabbing my arms tightly. Her clit throbs against lips, sending pleasure down to my hardening cock. I groan, slurping on her clit, her moans getting louder and louder

"Taehyung!", she screams, coming and shaking above me

I lick her cum and I'm so surprised at how good she tastes. I've gone down on girls before but I never really liked the way they taste. But her....I love it. And I know I'm always going to want it. When she finishes I keep licking her to get her to cum again. I swipe my tongue on her over and over, feeling her get more wet. Sliding down to her hole, I push my tongue inside, feeling her pussy squeezing, making both of us moan

I move my tongue in and out of her hole, fucking into her, her sweet juice drowning me. After another minute, she yells my name as she orgasms again and I lick up all her cum

"Mmm so good baby", I murmur

When I finish, I grab her hips, I move her down my body until she's right over my cock

"Please baby", I beg

She bites her lip, nodding at me. Pushing her down on me, my cock gets so wet and warm from her, her pussy the tightest I've ever felt

"Oh shit", I moan as pleasure slams right into me

"Are you ok?", she asks worriedly

I nod rapidly, "You just....fuck...so tight....feel so good"

Jesus I just went in and I already can't talk

"You...you like it?", she asks

"I love it", I gasp

She leans over me, kissing my lips softly. God her kisses are everything. I bury my hands in her hair, sliding my tongue in her mouth. Hers touches mine, sending chills down my spine. I feel her hands slide in my hair and touch my face. Goddamnit I love her so much

She moves back and smiles at me, giving me a quick kiss. Then she sits up and starts moving up and down my cock slowly

"Oh god", I moan

The pleasure is so intense and I've never felt this good before. Moving quicker, she bounces on me and takes my hands, putting them on her body

"Touch me Tae"

Hell yes. My hands slide up and down her body touching her everywhere I can

"You're hands feel so good baby", she whimpers

God she's everything. And she loves me. That's the best part. She loves just me. She just wants me. I'm so fucking happy

"Tae", she moans

She's going to cum. I can feel her throbbing hard. And I've never been more excited for a girl to cum on me

"Tae"

She's right there, so I thrust up into her

"Oh fuck", she cries

"Come on baby", I whisper, moving up into her again

"Taehyung oh fuck", she cries, getting so tight on me as she orgasms

Pure fucking pleasure washes over me as she cums on me. Oh my god, it feels amazing. But I knew it would. I knew being with her would be the best. I had no doubt

The pleasure on her face makes me happy and makes me want to give her more. Holding her hips, I thrust into her while she orgasms, making her scream louder

"Baby-"

"It's ok baby. Again"

She starts moving slamming down as I thrust up. I hit inside so much deeper and I love the feeling, the fast pulsing her cunt is doing around me

"There Tae. Oh shit right there", she moans

I slam up and she shouts

"There?", I ask

"Yes!"

She likes it there, in that spot and I'm going to give it to her. I move faster, making sure I slam into where she wants, her pussy covering my cock in so much cream, making a huge pretty mess

"Fuck!", she cries, orgasming again and holding onto my cock so tightly

"Fuck", I gasp from the pleasure

She shakes on top of me so I just hold her until she finishes. I sit up, holding her to me and rolling her over so she's under me. Kissing her lips hard, I push back inside and start moving slowly. Her hands are on my hips and she slides them up my back slowly, touching everywhere and her fingers leaving fire all along my back. I shiver from her touch and I feel her smile against my lips. I pull away from her, touching her face softly

"I love you"

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J POV

Looking up at Tae, he tells me, "I love you"

Happiness explodes in my heart. I can never stop hearing him say that

"I love you", I tell him

The smile he gives me is so stunning, it takes my breath away. I'm so lucky I have him. I'm extremely lucky I found him. I would never have expected my soulmate to be famous. And everything that led to me finding him was pure luck. I know this . But I'm glad luck was on my side

He kisses me again, still moving slowly

I can feel every move, every thrust, every touch and I absolutely love it. He kisses down my neck, whispering to me as he does

"My baby."

He kisses another spot on my neck

"My Joanne"

Another kiss

"My soulmate"

I can't, he's everything

"My Tae", I whisper to him

He looks at me and smiles before pressing his lips to mine. He moves a little bit harder and it feels so good, his cock going so deep, hitting my spot every thrust. His cock is huge, spreading me wide open, the drag of his cock sending bliss through every inch of my body . He's getting me right there, just a few more thrusts

"Tttt.....Tae baby", I whimper

"Yeah baby", he answers, kissing me more

He thrusts again and I snap, ecstacy washing over me as I orgasm

"Oh god Tae!", I moan, clinging onto him, my body pressing into his

"Joanne, oh fuck, baby", he groans, coming inside

I feel his cock move and throb as he cums, his warm cum filling me so perfectly, feeling so fucking pleasurable it prolongs the bliss

"Fuck Tae!", I cry, shaking in his arms

"Jo, oh, so good", he moans, burying his face in my neck

Wrapping my arms around him, I keep him on top of me, running my fingers up and down his back and playing with his hair. Turning my head, I kiss the side of his face and his shoulder

"I love you", I tell him and keep kissing him

He lifts his head, looking at me, "Marry me"

I blink in shock. What? Which is what I say

"What?"

He kisses me, then gets up and leans over the bed to the floor. What is he doing? Did he really just ask me to marry him?. Is he being serious?

He comes back, laying down next to me and I move so we're facing each other. He holds up a ring to me. Oh my god he's serious

"I love you. You are mine. I am yours. I don't want to wait anymore. I come and know if you are my soulmate, I want to marry you. And you are. I don't want to be without you", he says softly, moving hair from my face

I take in his words and I already know my answer

"Marry me?", he asks again

"Yes", I answer with no hesitation

"Yes?"

"Yes", I confirm, nodding, "I love you Tae. I don't want to be without you either"

I don't. I already loved him before I met him today. And the love I feel for him now that he's my soulmate is so much more than before. I don't want to be away from him

It's going to kill me when he has to leave tonight to go back to the hotel. And he has a whole tour to go on. But I want to marry him. He's my everything

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Tae POV

She said yes. I'm going to marry my soulmate. I'm so elated. I came here knowing I was going to propose to her if she was my soulmate. I didn't want to be apart from her if she was. And she is

I don't care about being too young or being famous for marriage. I'm ready as long as it's her. I was scared to ask, worrying about when the right time would be. But it came so easily. I just asked. And she said yes

I kiss her softly, just feeling her lips on mine. She cups my face, deepening the kiss. I love when she touches me. Her hands are so soft against my skin

When we pull away, I take her hand and slide the ring on it. She looks at it, smiling so widely

"Do you like it?", I ask

She nods, "I love it. It's beautiful Tae. Thank you"

There's more I want to ask her but this I'm scared about. But I have to

"Uh Jo. Can we uh talk?", I ask

She lifts her gaze from the ring to me

"Sure Tae"

"Uh Jo, I want to ask if you uh come with me. To Korea?"

"You want me to move to Korea? Don't you live in the dorm with the members?", she asks

"Uh yes but if you come, I move. I live with you"

"And you want to get married in Korea too?"

That I don't care about. We can get married here or there. Wherever she wants

"Whatever you want Jo. That does not matter. But I have uh stay in Korea. Because BTS is there. If I'm not in BTS, I move here with you. But I cannot now. Maybe later but not now"

"I get it Tae. I know you can't leave Korea", she answers

I'm worried she's not going to come. I know I'm asking a lot in a short period of time. She takes my hand, lacing our fingers and kisses the back of mine

"I'll go with you to Korea Tae."

"Yes? You will?"

"Of course Tae. I love you and we're going to get married. I'm not going to stay here when you're in Korea. Wherever you go, I go", she says softly

I can't hold the smile that bursts on my face

"Thank you baby", I thank her

"There's nothing to thank Tae. I'd do anything for you"

"Me too. I do anything for you", I repeat

"Uh I guess this is happening after your tour?"

"Yes we move after tour. I come help you", I confirm

She's moving for me, the least I could do is help her pack and ship everything

She nods, "I'm going to miss you when you're on tour"

I've thought about that too. I knew if she was my soulmate, I wouldn't want to be away from her so quickly

"You uh can come with me", I say lowly

Surprise falls on her face, "I can?"

I nod, "Yes. Before I leave Korea, I tell manager um about..you. I told them you maybe come with me. I told my members the same. They ok. Manager no ok but I don't care."

"Oh, Tae I don't want to get you in trouble if your managers said no"

I'm not explaining this right. I take a few seconds to think

"Uh they no say no. They say it's not a good idea. But not say no. And anyway, I don't care. You come. Please?"

I hope she understands

"Oh, uh but my job Tae."

Oh right. I forgot. She may not be able to get off

"I forgot", I answer

Then I get an idea, "Uh Jo. When you move to Korea, you quit job here, yes?"

She nods

"So uh, you quit now and come with me", I suggest

"I mean I guess I could but I kinda need to make money Tae. I'm going to have to spend a lot of money to ship my stuff to Korea."

I shake my head, "No think about money. I have money. I pay for everything"

"What?", she exclaims, "No way Tae. No"

"Yes", I insist, "I don't care, I pay for you. I take care of you. I want you to come with me. You don't need a job."

"Tae-"

"Jo, only for a little time. When we go to Korea, you find a job if you want. If you don't want work, it's ok. I pay"

She hesitates

"Please baby", I beg

I want her with me. I'll be able to relax on the tour if she's there instead of thinking and worrying about her. I'll perform better if I know she's backstage, watching and waiting for me .And I tell her this, her face softening

She nods, "Yeah Tae ok fine. But, you do not spend a lot of money on me. And I will get a job in Korea. I'm not a moocher"

Moocher? What's that?

"What is moocher?", I ask

"It's a person who just takes people's money, spends it and doesn't work or do anything to help the person who's giving them money"

There is no way I'd ever think she's like that. I know she's not. I know she loves her job and I know she doesn't like just taking things from people

"I know you're not like that baby. Don't worry."

She just nods

"So you come?"

"Yes Tae, I'll come"

Relief floods my body and I pull her to me, her lips on mine

"Time to sleep baby?", I ask after the kiss ends

"Yeah Tae if you're sleepy"

"I am", I nod

"You don't have to go back to the hotel?"

I shake my head

"No, I stay with you. We pack your suitcase in the morning and go to my hotel. I have a show tomorrow"

"Ok baby. Whatever you want"

"You, I want you"

"You have me Tae. Always"

She kisses me again, then lays in my arms, holding me tightly. Playing with her hair, I put my baby to sleep, then I close my eyes

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J POV

"C'mon aegi", Tae says, pulling me behind him, "Don't be uh...nervous"

Of course I'm nervous. I'm meeting his group members. We had to wake up early today because he has to go to sound check and practice for the concert tonight. He asked me to come with him. While I agreed, I'm still nervous. I'm meeting the people who have been his family for the last seven years. What if they think I'm not good enough?

Tae leads me backstage into a room. There are six guys sitting around on their cell phones. Tae starts talking in Korean, making the guys look up. I hear my name in there somewhere

"Hi Joanne", one says to me and I wave, smiling

Tae introduces me to each guy, telling me their real name and stage name. He brings me to a couch where we sit down and I end up sitting next to Jimin on one side

He smiles at me, "You love him?"

I nod and I feel Tae put his arm around my waist

"Yeah a lot"

"Nice but he is a pain in ass", Jimin jokes

I burst out laughing as Tae says, "Hey!"

"Yes big pain and very silly", Jungkook adds

Tae glares at him

"It's ok. I'm a pain in the ass too"

I glance at Tae, smiling and a huge smile bursts on his face

"And anyway he's not a pain."

"Thanks pumpkin"

"Pumpkin? Oh boy he's whipped", Namjoon laughs

"Shush!", Tae growls making me giggle

"It's ok baby", I tell him and kiss his cheek

We stay in the room for awhile while the guys hang out and eat

"Here pumpkin", Tae says, handing me a breakfast sandwich and some juice

"Oh no baby, that's for you guys"

"No Jo, eat it. It's for whoever wants it", Namjoon tells me

"Eat. It's fine", Hoseok says

Tae smiles at me encouragingly and I take the food from him

"Thank you", I say to all of them

Most of them nod, some smile. As I eat Tae is constantly giving me little kisses, little touches and I fucking love it. When we're done eating, Tae tells me that they have to rehearse

"You come baby"

"But your fans"

He shakes his head, "Not yet baby. They come for soundcheck later. Now just us and staff. You can come. Please"

I nod. I want to go with him, see what he does. He takes my hand and leads me down a hallway. The guys are staring out a window and Tae brings me to it. I look outside to see a huge line of people waiting outside

"Is that ARMYS?", I gasp

Tae nods. There are so many people just waiting for them. It's 10 a.m. The concert is at 6. These people are going to be here all day. Just for them. That's amazing

"Wow that's incredible. They love you guys so much"

"Yes. We love them too", Yoongi says

"If not for them, we wouldn't be here", Namjoon replies

I can get that. I think it's so sweet how much they love their ARMYS and everything they do is for them

"Come pumpkin", Tae says, leading me outside to the stage

Tae is handed a green mic and some ear things that he puts in. He takes my hand again and leads me on to the big stage. Music starts and the guys start rapping and singing. Tae leads me down the catwalk while he sings. His voice is so fucking amazing. Both his speaking voice and singing voice is so deep and it turns me on

I move away and watch him during certain songs when they have to dance their choreography. Tae moves gracefully and he's fucking sexy as hell. He's always licking his lips, biting his lip, smirking, acting sexy . And it turns me on so much.

When they finish, Tae comes over to me, "Come Jo. Last song. Then we relax then soundcheck"

"Ok Tae", I answer, taking his hand

We walk to the middle of the stage and he pulls me close to him. He kisses my forehead while the other guys are rapping and singing their part. He smiles at me, then when his part comes, he moves his arm around my shoulder and starts singing

I put my arms around him, looking up at this beautiful man that's mine. When he finishes singing, he smiles down at me, kissing me softly. My heart pounds harder with absolute love I have for him

After the kiss, I hug him, putting my head against his chest. He moves his arm around my waist, keeping me against him. When he sings, I can hear his voice reverberate in his chest. I smile and kiss his chest. I feel him kiss the top of my head when his part is over

When the song ends, he just hugs me while we stand on the stage

"I love you Jo. I'm so happy I found you"

I nod, "I love you Tae and I'm so happy too"

I look up at him and see him moving towards me. I meet him in the middle, our lips meeting in a kiss

Three months later

🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯

J POV

I step out of the plane and into the airport, Tae holding my hand as we walk

"Welcome to Korea", he smiles

I smile back. I'm excited to be here but I'm also so nervous. I don't know Korean that well. I've been practicing Korean more and I'm getting better by talking to Tae. While I can speak it a little, I still can't read it. So I have no idea what's around me, what the signs mean, what the stores are

Tae promises to help me and be with me but I also know he always has a packed schedule. I saw that from spending three months with him and BTS while they were on tour

Constant travelling, constant practicing and concerts. Tae was always tired and I did whatever I could to help him. I'd give him massages, lay with him, hold him, play with his hair. Whatever he wanted, I did

He of course wanted to have sex all the time and of course I wanted to too. I love him and he's sexy as fuck, no way I'm going to say no. And he wants me. He loves me. That still blows my mind

After the tour was over, he came back to New York with me and helped me pack up my apartment. Like he told me, he paid for everything- boxes, tape, shipping costs, even though I yelled at him for it. He'd just smile and kiss me. He's the sweetest thing ever. After everything was sent here, he got on a plane with me and here we are

"You ok pumpkin?", he asks

I nod, "Yeah Tae. I'm good"

"Ok. I call BigHit to get us and we go to our apartment"

"Our apartment", I repeat, smiling at him

He told me he got an apartment last year when the rest of the BTS members were buying apartments but he still lives in the dorm with them. But now that he has me, he wants to live with me. Tomorrow we're going to the dorm to start moving Tae's stuff too

The guys are really nice and they understand that Tae would want to move in with me. They're ok with it. I'm glad. Even though Tae is my soulmate, I don't want to get in the way of his friendships. But everything is going great

"Pumpkin! Car is outside"

He leads me out of the airport right into a car

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"No way Tae!", I gasp as he opens the door to the apartment

The apartment is huge. Well what I've seen so far. Which is the huge living room. With the flat screen tv, game systems, couches and table

"What? Is it not good?", he asks confused

I turn to him

"What? Are you kidding me? I love it", I exclaim, hugging him so tightly, "Thank you baby"

"No thank aegi. I love you. Everything is for you"

"I love you Tae"

Standing on my toes, I press my lips to his. He wraps his arms around me, kissing me back

"Come baby. I show you apartment"

Tae leads me around, showing me the large kitchen, dining room, and bathroom. There's five bedrooms- Tae said one is for me for my books, one is for his art studio he wants to set and the other is for a baby.

"Baby?", I ask laughing

"Uh yes. No now. Baby later. After marry. Few years", he answers, turning red

We're planning to have our wedding for next November and Tae is already thinking and planning things. He's already going all out. It's adorable. I'm glad I found someone who wants to get married and have kids

"Ok Tae. Babies later", I nod

"Babies?", he asks

I nod. I know he wants lot of kids. That's general info on BTS' V. I'm not opposed to it. I like kids and I always wanted my own

"Yeah Tae. Babies. We're having more than one right?"

"I...I want more but I don't know if you-"

"I do Tae. With you, I do"

The smile that bursts on his face is so beautiful. He takes my hand again and leads me into the last room

"Our room", he says

I move into the room looking around. There's a huge bed, dressers, tv, huge walk in closet and a door that leads to a huge bathroom

"Wow Tae"

"You like?", he asks

I look at him, "I love, baby"

He comes over to me, pulling me into his arms. Laying my head on his chest, I just stand with him with our arms around each other, in our room

"Are you tired? It late. You didn't sleep much on the plane"

I didn't. I can't sleep on planes. It's so uncomfortable

"Yeah ok. Are you going to stay with me?"

I want him to but I'm not going to force him

"Of course. I'll always stay with you", he tells me

I kiss his cheek and then we both change. I get into the bed and wait for him to come. As soon as he gets in, he automatically comes closer to me, wrapping me up in his arms

Snuggling into each other, I give him a kiss and tell him, "I love you Tae"

"I love you Jo", he answers, kissing my forehead

I close my eyes, laying in Tae's arms

I'm happy I'm in Korea with him. It's a huge move but as long as I have him I'll be ok and we'll get through anything together

I finally found my soulmate and I get my happily ever after with the best guy I could ask for

[patolemus]

Wip Monday

Tagged by @gege-wondering-around @dontcallpanic and probably @novasillies at some point (yes I know I'm the literal worst please forgive me). Because I can never do anything like I'm supposed to, I'm not posting on Wednesday. This is a little thing I've been toying with per @superfluffycam-blog's request, nothing concrete yet but the idea is slowly coming together. With my track record, I'll either write the whole thing in one sitting sometime soon or it'll take ages (speaking of ages the Time Travel fic Is Coming I fucking promise!! It's been a very busy month but I'm done with my classes in like two weeks and then I just have to get through finals. I'll be back to post deranged shit about sterek after that)

The house is quiet. It’s always quiet these days, his dad away at the station for what feels like one long infinite shift, and Stiles running around town with a bunch of supernaturally inclined creatures at odd hours. On the nights he’s not running from certain death, Stiles keeps to his bedroom, headphones on and blaring music loud enough his eardrums hurt because at least that way he can pretend that’s the reason he doesn’t hear any noise around the house.

It wasn’t always like this. Stiles remembers a time when the house was full of noise, all the time. The low tunes playing on the radio in the kitchen, the occasional clang of pans against wooden spoons, the buzz of the television broadcasting the latest baseball game. Small giggles and loud shrieks of laughter, soft humming in the living room as his parents slow danced in the evening.

No one hums or slow dances anymore.

Stiles’ footsteps sound way too loud in the otherwise silent house. He drops his backpack by the stairs to pick up on his way to his room later, and beelines for the kitchen. There is a lone plate sitting on the drying rack, the only sign that his dad has come home sometime during the day while he was away at school. Stiles is not naive enough to believe that to be a coincidence. He and his dad haven’t crossed paths since… ah, Stiles doesn’t even know anymore. Between the werewolves and the hunters and the kanimas and the fucking crazy that has become his life, the days seem to be going by way too fast to keep count of them. These days, Stiles only has space in his head for the dates of the full moons.

He gets started on dinner before working on his homework. Stiles makes food for two, even though he knows his dad probably won’t come home to eat it in favor of getting something from the diner—a salad, most likely, because he has all of his dad’s usual haunts bribed and monitored, as well as all of his deputies, to make sure they don’t sell his dad anything that might make his health go sideways. Stiles knows most of them merely indulge him because of their own affection towards him, but Stiles isn’t above using that to make his dad stays as healthy as possible.

On the off chance the Sheriff does come home tonight, though—a slim, slim chance, Stiles wants there to be food for him to eat. He doesn't want to give his dad another reason to be disappointed, another reason to be mistrustful. Stiles still feels cold all over when he remembers the resignation on his dad's eyes, how he'd said he didn't know who Stiles was anymore.

It’s... it's been a tough year.

And I'm afraid that's all I've got for you. I've always loved the stories that explore Stiles and the Sheriff's complex relationship, how Claudia's death altered their dynamic to the point where it was hard to figure out who was the parent and who was the child, how Stiles became this autonomous, independent character we see in canon at the age of 10 years old. This is, in theory, meant to be a character study centered on that topic. Will I succeed? Who knows!! Not me. Gently tagging @dontcallpanic @salty-fryingpan @endwersed @novasillies @hedwig221b and @gege-wondering-around