#and the two i have just play w the group and nap w us all and repeat lmao

[cascadianights]

As someone who has never known if I would/could have a child, it is so incredibly significant to me how much love the puppies I've raised will spread in the world

I grew up with dogs, one a year older than me and one a decade younger - more since. I always had a dozen animals around me, but I am also chronically ill and disabled. So I waited over a decade into my adult life to get a dog.

I knew I needed a service dog, and that I'd have to put my years of work with animals into it because I'd never afford one (or the crystal clear diagnoses to get granted one). I didn't even begin to consider it until after I'd spent months taking care of a roommate's wolf-dog, and even then...

I wasn't considering puppies. He was, to replace the dog he'd lost, but I hadn't even batted an eye at any of the many he'd shown me. Then I saw Alice - one of over half a dozen mutts produced from a husky breeder mating with a family Pitt. Something clicked. Suddenly I was going, just to see, and was pulling money out of the bank on the way. When I got there, it was past dark and I sat in a dimly lit hut outside while a brindle puppy climbed into my lap and refused to leave.

There were others, with one blue and one brown eye each, with husky golden coats that could've passed for purebred. Who were friendlier, more enthusiastic. But she planted herself in my lap, and there she stayed the hours drive home.

She was so easy to work with. Quick to learn, eager to please and devastated to disappoint. She was always in tune with my body & mind, more than I'm able to be, and even heavily pregnant would tell me just when to turn around before the pain in my ankle began, or when I needed to sit before the world spun in front of me. Nevermind the panic attacks, the leading me out of stores while I'm dissociating out of my mind. The way she checks in as soon as the intrusive thoughts - "you can't see them, so something horrible must've happened" - take over. The way she sleeps touching me (or my partner) at nearly all times.

But for all the ways she helped me, helped us, it's been even more amazing to watch her move through the world. Greeting people at parties with a contained enthusiasm, trotting up to strangers without fear the second she hears the go-ahead. People see her and beam, they pet her and smile as she shoves her toy back into their hand in offering. Little children clap and point, the youngest babies reach out and laugh in delight as she gently licks their face or outstretched palm. My sister's toddler follows obediently after her with a hand at her waist, resting on Alice's back. Workers smile through weary masks and babies beam and adults giggle and croon.

She brings the best to everyone. She brings joy and smiles and laughter, calm and peace and safety. She's everything I hoped for in a dog and more, and she's one of my companions and partners through this terrifying world.

And she had babies. She had puppies to nurse and raise and care for, and she did so every minute diligently and gently and lovingly. And now they're spread throughout the world, through friends and family and friends that are like family, to bring the world more of the joy and peace and calm that she brings. I see pictures and videos and hear stories from friends and friends of friends, and get to run into the very puppies born into my hand barely a few pounds on this earth now spreading so much love and joy and hope. Every puppy went to a loving home I trust, and every one of them is spreading that same love and hope and joy through the world and that is! Incredible!!!

[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ emotionally unavailable

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 3.3k ⊹ notes - gn!reader (sampo, gepard), fem!reader (jing yuan, you're referred to as 'lady'), reader is emotionally constipated or just kinda stoic as the title suggests, I guess you could say tsundere?? mostly fluff -w- ⊹ part 2 here!

sorry for the delay on new writing!! honestly I've had a bit to do around the house and the inspiration hasn't been inspiring Σ(;Φ ω Φ) if you want to send in a request, feel free! I could use some new ideas ♡(ﾐ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﻌ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﾐ)ﾉ thanks for the support!

⊹ Gepard Landau

You honestly didn't have much to think about the Captain of the Silvermane Guards.

Aside from the due respect and mild admiration that just about everyone in Belobog held for him and his military group, you didn't have much else to say. The two of you had never even spoken.

The only connection you could possibly have to him was via his sister, Serval Landau. She was your friend (a tentative word for your situation, you surmise) and would often have him over at her store.

You also tended to lounge about the Neverwinter Workshop ("hanging out", Serval would call it, but you begged to differ), but you had never really paid him much mind, and you assumed he had paid you the same.

Serval's favorite nickname for you is "lounging stray" due to the way you came in and out as you pleased, staying only for food and rest when it was available.

The most you recall interacting with the imposing man was a hesitant wave when he had entered the shop while Serval was out.

After all, it would have been quite rude to completely ignore him—though, honestly, you never cared much for politeness, so you had always mulled that incident over in your head. Why had you greeted him?

About a week later, you were mildly surprised to see a bouquet of flowers in Serval's hands from Eversummer Florist.

It wasn't exactly an unusual assumption to make that the down-to-earth rock-and-roll enthusiast would have her share of admirers, but they were typically more forthcoming with their affections from what you'd observed.

But then, upon spotting you, she promptly shoved them into your arms, announcing that they had been addressed to you, not her.

You hadn't felt your face shift that much in years, nor had you ever experienced that level of shock before.

"Looks like someone has a secret admirer," Serval touted, tuning her guitar on the side with a smirk playing on her lips. Her tone was drawn out, knowing, as if this were some elaborate prank she was in on.

"Wow, Ball Peonies, even? What an expensive spread! Lucky Y/N!"

You didn't even spare her a glance as you took your usual seat in her workshop, thumbing one of the petals with mildly intrigued contemplation.

In your rush to lounge about the workshop and ignore your friend's loud teasing, you failed to notice Gepard at his sister's side, nor the way his ears turned red and he hurried to hush Serval.

"I don't get it," you murmured at last, both siblings' heads whipping over to you. "I don't talk to anyone. Except you, that is."

"Well, I didn't send them. Sorry, my little stray, but as much as I adore you, it's not in that way!"

You gave Serval an unamused raise of your brow, then huffed, mumbling a 'whatever' as you lay on the windowsill in the corner of the shop.

However, that pair of blue eyes sneakily noted that your attention was still taken with the flowers, far from your usual routine of pulling out your phone to scroll.

Eventually, you held them on your chest, deigning to stare out the window as you began drifting off into a half-conscious nap. Your rest, however, was awoken by the sound of loud whispering. Serval noticed the unimpressed look on your face and laughed, clapping her hands together before patting Gepard on the back, who looked thoroughly embarrassed. His face was bright red.

"Well, I gotta head out and run some errands! Keep Y/N company for me, huh, Geppie? They can get lonely."

You chose to ignore that last bit, raising your hand and waving at your friend who practically flew out the door.

An awkward silence settled over the room, which miffed you a bit. What did you have to feel awkward about? This had happened before with other people.

Even then, you weren't keen on breaking it. It seemed the Captain had other plans, though.

"Um..." Gepard spoke up from across the workshop, standing just a bit uncomfortably as he shifted from foot to foot. You glanced over your shoulder at him from where you lay, waiting for him to speak. "Sorry about Serval. She can be a bit much."

"I know," you replied simply, unable to meet his eye for some reason. "I'm in here a lot."

"I know," Gepard echoed. Then, his face went back to tomato-red. "Um, I mean, I see you around a lot in here whenever I visit. Not that I'm intentionally staring at you, or anything of that sort! I just notice—"

"It's okay, I got what you meant."

"Right! Right." The Captain shut himself up, thorough mortification making its way back to his face as he scratched the back of his neck. "S-Sorry, uh, for rambling."

"It's fine."

Well, this was getting painful.

You stunned yourself momentarily when you opened your mouth to speak back first.

"So, uh... How's being Captain and everything?" you murmured, almost too quiet for Gepard to hear. When he realized you had spoken first, his face brightened just a bit, though he still appeared to be fighting the humiliation off his face from his earlier verbal blunder.

"Well, how much would you like to hear about?"

You shrugged. "Anything, I guess. Got any cool stories from the front lines?"

The blonde man smiled, taking the chance to tentatively move closer, pulling over Serval's stool and taking a seat.

"Well..."

About ten minutes later, Serval had decided to spare her poor brother from any more awkwardness, completely sure that the workshop would be thick with silence due to his bashfulness and your nonchalance.

To her surprise, though, she heard muffled voices from within. Serval opened the door as carefully and quietly as she could, peeking her head in just enough to see a sight she never thought she'd see.

You were smiling, even laughing a bit, engaging in conversation about Gepard's duties and your own daily activities (even if there were little of those) from your place on the sill. Her brother seemed to be enjoying himself too, gesturing with his hands as he talked up his own underlings' achievements in battle.

The eldest Landau watched for only a moment longer before shutting the door softly.

"I should go get something to eat... give them a little space."

⊹ Jing Yuan

You liked to call your relationship to the General of the Luofu strictly professional at most.

To call it anything more, in your mind, would be disrespect of the highest order to the man who has defended the fleet for centuries.

Besides, you didn't know if you were exactly capable of anything beyond that. Even your limited friends agreed that you were just about as stoic as one could get.

You frequently heard of their debates with other workers within the Seat of Divine Foresight even as you worked—who was more difficult to approach, you or the General himself?

You scoffed to yourself whenever your so-called "friends" argued that you were, in fact, harder to speak to.

What's so wrong with being professional? If anything, you should be telling them off for gossiping in the workplace.

Still, you couldn't exactly argue with them.

Being the right-hand of the General was enough for you to learn his mannerisms even over a short time, though now, after serving at his side for several decades, you could confidently say he was far less intimidating than everyone made him out to be.

Not that you cared, of course. Strictly professional, you told yourself. His mannerisms had nothing to do with you unless they affected work.

Even with your indifference, though, the General was being... odd lately.

Jing Yuan let out an unabashed yawn as he slumped into his chair, tugging at his hair as he polished off the last of his paperwork.

For once, you thought to yourself with a huff of amusement, going through your own papers at an impressive speed. Read, approve or deny, sign, move on.

Considering he hadn't skimped on his own work, there was no real reason for you to be giving yourself early onset carpal tunnel as you typically did, but you figured it would be best to finish the work as soon as possible anyhow.

It meant less work tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that, for not only you but the other Luofu staff as well.

"...ey."

Your brain tuned out all other noise as you moved past yet another proposal, flicking to the next page of your increasingly shrinking stack.

"Lady Y/N. Hello?"

You ignored the growling within your stomach. After this is done, you thought to yourself, I'll treat myself to a meal at home.

"Lady Y/N."

You jumped nearly ten feet out of your seat at the low voice whispering in your ear, clapping a hand over the side of your head as red-hot mortification set in. You glanced to your side to spot the culprit—none other than your General, Jing Yuan.

Had he just whispered into your ear?! The feeling of his warm breath still lingered.

"General!" you shouted, taking a deep breath as you tried to reel back your attitude and present yourself with decorum, as always. "I am working on these proposals, so if you could please refrain from pulling pranks, it would be much appreciated."

Jing Yuan gave you a wry smile, raising his hands innocently.

"Is part of your job description not answering to me?" he asked unfeignedly, golden eyes twinkling. "I called your name about ten times."

"Well, yes, but..." You raised a brow a moment later. "Surely not ten. I heard my name a total of twice."

"So you were listening." You heaved a sigh. Ever stubborn, he was. "Does that mean you were consciously ignoring me? My, the gall, Lady Y/N."

"Not at all, General," you assured. "Only absorbed in my duties. Now, do you need something of me?"

Jing Yuan tapped his chin, settling into the seat next to you and stretching out. He didn't get too comfortable, though, you discerned. Was he planning to head out for the night?

"Well, yes, I suppose I do. I'm sure you'll only listen if it's a direct order from me, after all."

"Of course, General. I am at your beck and call." He chose to ignore the edge of sarcasm in your voice as you resumed your proposals, trying to finish as many as you could before he announced his task.

"Lady Y/N, I'd be delighted if you would join me for a meal. Anywhere of your choosing, and it will be my treat."

"Right, of course. It will be done, General," you mused half-heartedly, before your froze in your tracks, hand stilling midway through a signature. "...Wh—"

"Fantastic. Then I will await you at the door," Jing Yuan smiled again, and you felt yourself welling up with exasperation at the cockiness displayed in it. "Please don't keep me waiting too long, Lady Y/N. Those proposals can always wait one more day, but I am short on time myself."

You were about ready to protest, dropping your pen as you nearly rose to your feet. Your face was hot.

"General, I—!"

"You wouldn't think of backing out after agreeing so openly, would you?" the white-haired man teased, and then, after contemplating for a moment, he held out a hand. "In fact, why don't we depart right now? Just so I can be sure you won't get absorbed in doing more advance work."

He had completely trapped you. You furrowed your brow in disbelief, and then heaved a deep, long sigh. Finally, after leaving him to stand and await your decision for just a few moments longer, you took his hand.

"Very well. But General, if I may..."

"Of course, my dear."

You flushed again, but remained steadfast in your words.

"To make up for this trickery, please do not skip out on your paperwork again."

Jing Yuan's low, rumbly laughter caused you to look away, lest your feelings show on your face. He still did not let go of your hand.

"I suppose that is only fair. You have a deal, Lady Y/N."

⊹ Sampo Koski

You would be completely remiss to allow anyone to refer to you and Sampo as acquaintances, much less friends.

Although the two of you had grown up fairly close, he allowed you no clemency from his constant scams.

It turned into more of a game for him as time passed, though—your natural stoicism and good head on your shoulders didn't allow any of his jabs or tricks to pull through.

That was perhaps what kept him stuck like glue to your side all these years, though... The fact that you were the one person he couldn't quite swindle.

Not that he actually wanted to, anyhow.

As much as Sampo was a slimy businessman in the eyes of pretty much everyone, he didn't seek a profit from someone as close as you. Well, not unless he did you a favor first, of course, but that's basic reciprocation.

You, on the other hand, found yourself perplexed as of late.

Sure, you had known Sampo for practically your whole life, but getting close to someone or being close by birth didn't make you any less inclined to cut them off if they interfered with your life to a degree that you found to be annoying.

You enjoyed the predictable, the mundanity of your daily life working as a trainee doctor under Natasha. You didn't need anyone in your life who might throw a wrench into the ordinary you currently enjoyed.

So why was Sampo the exception?

It was a fairly typical, ordinary, boring evening when you walked into the clinic—12am sharp, just as Natasha had requested of you. You were frankly quite lucky that she didn't ask more of you, but you supposed she was already pushing her own ability to ask favors of you by requesting you watch the overnight patients while she rested.

You didn't mind, of course. You'd always been a bit of a night owl, especially with the somewhat perpetual darkness of the Underworld thanks to Belobog looming over top of you.

Not to mention, you and Sampo had always spent most of your time together in the evenings anyways, the nighttime routine well suited to both of your sleeping schedules.

You felt a twinge of annoyance shoot through you at the thought of the blue haired man, and quickly placed a hand to your forehead between bandage changings for the patient on the table.

There he was again. Sampo, Sampo, Sampo!

Though you could usually push him out of your mind without a second thought, it was beyond you why he was suddenly popping into your brain more nowadays.

Sometimes it was a mere, 'I wonder what Sampo is up to right now. Not more trouble, I hope.'

Sometimes it was something more bordering worry, and those passing thoughts irritated you the most. What did you care? If he got hurt, it would likely be justified in the wake of one of his scams.

You could rationalize those ideas with the notion of not wanting more work at the clinic should he get injured, but even that was weak. Sampo deigned to avoid Natasha for his own wounds, not wanting to burden the leader of Wildfire, likely more out of fear than actual selflessness.

Still, though—

"Heeeey, Y/N! Miss me?"

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"What do you want, Koski?" Your tone was flat, not even sparing him a glance as you moved to your next patient. Changing bandages again, a simple routine that could hopefully keep your mind occupied this time.

"So cold..." You could hear the beginnings of a pout on his lips, finding yourself sighing irritably. "I came to see you, after all!"

Your hands paused for a moment, stilling. A minute tremble in his voice. You whipped your head around to focus your sharp eyes on him, and he winced back, his typical happy-go-lucky smile faltering.

"H-Hey, what's the matter? Helping Miss Nat out with some late night patients aga—"

"Show me," you ordered, finishing the bandage you were currently on and standing up, moving towards Sampo with your arms crossed. He backed up, hands raised in surrender.

"Whaddya mean, I'm— Ouch!"

The conman couldn't help the yelp he let out when his back made contact with the wall, wincing painfully as his wound hit the hard surface. You raised a brow, unimpressed.

"Shirt off, Sampo Koski. Now."

"Woah, woah, at least take me to dinner first!"

Your glare worsened into something stormy as you pointed at the chair nearby.

"Sit down, shirt off, now. Don't make me repeat myself again."

With the face of a wounded puppy, Sampo slunk over to the chair, doing as you asked. He hissed through his teeth as the cloth of his outerwear dragged against the wound, the layers giving way to a deep trio of gashes on the skin of his back. Even with all your medical training, you found yourself cringing at the sight.

"So, Doc, what's the prognosis?" the man laughed weakly, still trying with his jokes even through his pain.

When you remained quiet, his smile fell, and he turned to look at you. If it were anyone else, you might've mistaken that frown for concern.

"Y/N? You... okay?"

"Be quiet," you huffed out at last, grabbing your rolling table of medical supplies and bringing it around, pulling out a chair as you began to inspect the wounds. "What was it this time?"

"Ah, you know, same old, same old! Just some disgruntled robots, not too keen on letting me make a profit with their buddy's parts!"

"You're an idiot."

The usual Sampo would've shot back with some witty or flirty one-liner that was sure to earn him a smack over the head, but when he heard the slight tremble to your voice, he decided it'd be best to keep his mouth shut for now.

"This'll sting. Don't shout, or you'll wake the other patients."

He bit his lip, expecting a harsh serving of antiseptic, but your hands were... gentler this time. You tenderly cleaned the wound with a water-soaked cloth, and though it did sting a bit, it was far nicer than your usual tough treatments from the ire he earned getting injured all the time.

Soon after, he felt you gently patting the wound down with a soft towel, bandages following soon after that you reached around his torso to wrap around him.

Then, you reached for the pack of painkillers.

Sampo was quick to laugh nervously, pushing the pack away when you held it out to him along with a glass of water.

"Hey, hey! Thanks, Y/N, but I really shouldn't be using Miss Natasha's painkillers. Besides, with how sweetly and tenderly you just patched me up, I'm feeling better already!" he fake-swooned, clasping his hands together like a maiden in love to ham up his act.

You were far from impressed.

"You're a bad liar, Sampo Koski," you scoffed, shoving the water and pills past his defensive hands. "Take it. I can't convince you to stay here and actually rest for a change, so it's the least you can do."

When he still looked apprehensive, you swallowed your pride, lowering your gaze and averting your eyes as your face went just the tiniest bit pink.

"...For me."

Sampo honestly thought he misheard you for a moment, but he finally, hesitantly, took the medicine you offered. You led him over to the door, and he laughed breathlessly, finally giving you another smile as he shrugged his shirt and coat back on.

"All right, all right. I'll get out of your hair, and take these. Just for you."

The conman cackled and ran all the way down the alleyways as you shouted after him, fist raised. Once he had disappeared, though, you let it fall to your side, sighing again.

This time, there was a hint of fondness... but that was something else you would be remiss to admit to.

[moolovesyou]

absent jealousy | angus tully x reader

a/n: writing this while watching diary of wimpy kid hell yeah. thank you to @xfrankiesmithx-blog for requesting!!!!!! i hope this is what you wanted because i think i got carried away lol. i am too much of a sucker for casual angst and scene building.

s: your relationship with angus is anything but serious, until jealousy forces you both to face reality.

w: cursing, suggestiveness, angst (absent parent)

wc: 3k.

Winter break was supposed to be a time to relax. A time to have fun. And maybe, just maybe, a time to tolerate family. My plans were simple. My days were going to be spent on the Florida beaches with piña coladas and poolside napping. This was a yearly tradition since the 6th grade.

Unfortunately, those hot and sandy dreams were crushed when my dad phoned me at Wickline Academy.

"What the fuck, dad?" I slammed my hand onto the wall beside the telephone.

"Language!" He huffed from the other end. A crackly sigh could be heard. "Listen, we just can't afford it. We need the money to keep you enrolled next semester."

My eyes watered. I blinked rapidly to prevent any tears from spilling out.

"I'm sorry, honey." My dad spoke with sorrow. "Money is tight ever since-. . . your mom. . ."

The call went silent.

It had been 3 months and he still couldn't say it. It was embarrassing for both of us to admit.

Left us. Since she disappeared off the face of the earth with my dad's wallet and my allowance. For the last 3 months, anger has just been festering within me like a cauldron of rage.

Now, I had to spend Christmas alone. If that wasn't already bad enough, it turned out the entirety of Wickline had to be fumigated due to a nasty roach problem. This landed every holdover from Wickline into the lion's den that is Barton.

Hunham stood in front of all 9 of us. 5 boys from Barton and 4 girls from Wickline. Much to my surprise, he was there.

Angus Tully.

We had met 2 years ago at a winter fundraiser. I had been serving drinks for the patrons when Angus waltzed over. From then on, the nature of our relationship was afflicted by our teenage hormones. Every time we saw each other it was a display of lingering eye contact and flirty comments. I never knew if he was serious.

"There will be no fornication, no hanky-panky, no coupling. So help me god, if any of you even stand one inch too close I will make you sleep in the snow." Hunham's voice boomed. He leaned forward, scooching a girl and a boy away from each other.

Angus and I locked eyes for a moment. He furrowed his brows for a second, as if he was confused at my presence. Then he smirked.

"Now, it is time to fuel your young brains with knowledge!"

A chorus of groans erupted from us.

We sat separated. Boys on one side of the study room, girls on the other. Hunham sat in the corner overlooking all of us. A lack of interest fogged all of our minds. Everyone was kind of just looking at their books instead of actually reading.

I glanced up. From across the room, a boy with long dirty blond hair waved at me. I think his name was Jason. He was pretty cute. I waved back, a small smile playing on my lips.

A curly-headed Angus turned around, head snapping between me and Jason. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Later on, we got to spend some time away from studying. We had all grouped together, walking through the snowy woods. Two of the other girls had cozied up next to Kountz. I was collecting fallen pinecones from the ground.

"What brings you here? Kingdom banished their princess?" A voice chuckled from behind. My head flicked around. Angus leaned against a tree, wielding a branch as a sword.

I scoffed, walking up to him. He gazed down at me in amusement. A grin covered his face. A grin that royally pissed me off. I shouldn't have taken it so seriously; but the rage inside of me, which was previously set to simmer, was now boiling; and Angus Tully was stirring the pot.

"I could ask the same about you, asshole. Did your family wish upon a star for you to go away?" I spat. His amusement shrunk, turning into a nasty frown.

"Hey, guys."

The both of us turned around, facing a chirpy and oblivious Jason. He flashed a smile at me.

"Hi!" I shoved Angus with my shoulder as I trudged through the snow to the jock. "Jason, is it?"

From behind, in a small mocking tone, Angus whispered, "Jason, is it?" He didn't know when to stop, did he?

"Do you want to play football with me?" Jason patted the ball in his hand, handing it out to me.

"Sure!" I nodded excitedly.

"Do you even know how to play?" Angus muttered. He had a permanent sour scowl on his face.

"You don't have to project your inabilities, Tully." I flashed a fake smile. "Or, would you like to join us?"

He crossed his arms. His nose was red, making him look like an extremely unhappy Rudolph.

"I'm fine." He mumbled, turning his back to us and walking over to the younger boys.

Needless to say, I was confused. We would have playful fights, yeah. But, this wasn't playful at all. I almost felt bad for him. Jealous, much?

We weren't official. I wasn't even sure if he knew we had a thing going on. Either way, it just wasn't time for anything serious. Jason was sweet and dumb enough for a quick dose of validation.

For the rest of the time spent outside, Jason and I passed the football around. He was fun and extremely hot. I mean, he was the type of attractive that turned Wickline Academy into a slip n' slide. But other than that, we had nothing in common. He was this flamboyant display of brawn and I found spelling bees fun. Every so often, I'd catch Angus staring at us from the other side of the courtyard.

Soon enough, Hunham called everyone in for dinner. We were actually allowed to sit beside each other. It felt like an awkward family dinner. Except we weren't family. So, it was more awkward.

Jason was already sat, so I decided to take my opportunity and sit beside him. He was chatting it up with one of the other Wickline girls. I huffed, slouching in my seat.

"Is this seat taken?" A familiar deep voice spoke from my left. Oh, great.

Angus hunched down, pulling the chair out and sitting himself down. He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. He leaned close to me, an uninterested look on his face. I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"What's wrong, princess?" He licked his chapped lips.

"You're here. I'd rather have a block of coal." I grunted.

Angus narrowed his eyes at me, before fluttering his lashes. He held his hand to his heart, "You flatter me."

I stuck my tongue out at him, toying with the napkin in front of me.

"So, Jason? Really?" He whispered inconspicuously. Mary set plates on the table, earning a small 'thank you' from him. "Didn't know you could stoop so low."

"I liked you, didn't I."

"Liked?"

His brows raised, a shocked expression on his face. All his wittiness had vanished in the blip of a moment. He averted his gaze to his plate of food. His curls hung over his face.

Of course, I didn't mean that. But he didn't know that.

I opened my mouth to speak, but at that point Hunham slammed the table for something Kountz had said.

For the rest of the dinner I kept my eye on him, he would poke and nudge his food with his fork but never actually take a bite. We didn't talk for the rest of the day.

The following morning everyone joined Jason on his family trip. My dad wasn't too keen on the idea of me spending an entire holiday with boys.

In the end, it was me and Tully. It was weird between us. The days were quiet. There were many times that I tried to apologize, but he would always run off or turn away every moment I tried.

I was sat in the kitchen with Mary Lamb, helping her bake brownies for a Christmas party. I mixed the dry ingredients, gritting my teeth as I thought about everything. It felt like my world was crumbling.

"You alright there, sweetie?" Mary questioned. She was cutting potatoes for the next day's dinner.

I groaned.

"Everything sucks. This wasn't where I planned to be. I didn't plan to be here today or to be in this stupid black hole that my life is." I whisked angrily. Some of the mixture spilled over the side of the bowl.

"Some of this gotta' do with that Tully boy?" She whistled. "I've seen the way y'all act."

I blushed slightly, "Yeah. I guess-. . . I said something i didn't mean. But, I don't get why he's so upset. We don't have anything real going on between us."

"Do you want something real?" Mary put down her knife. I poured the mix into a pan.

Do I want something real with Angus? In the last two years, I hardly learned much about him. We had covered up any real connection under flashy and casually insulting romance.

What had I learned about him? He is Angus. He's a pinch too loud in a quiet room. He walks like a newborn giraffe. He manages to piss everyone off in a 2 mile radius.

But with every taunt and quip he'd deliver, there was that toothy grin accompanying it. There were small moments where he would help the underclassmen with their assignments; and he always found time to find me.

I hadn't even given him a chance of thought. Dread filled my heart, overflowing into my veins like a dam had just broke.

"Would he even want anything?" I leaned on the palm of my hand, glancing outside the window. The snowfall landed softly on the windowsill. It reminded me of the first time he walked up to me.

.

.

.

"Is there any alcohol in this?" A boy with shaggy brown hair pointed. His pants were too short, as if he had just had a growth spurt overnight.

"Does fruit punch fuel your system?" I offered a cup. My nails were coated with pastel polish.

"I'm more of an apple juice kinda guy." He tugged on his loose tie. "I'm Angus."

"I'm Y/N".

"Do you wanna smoke a cigarette behind the bleachers?" The kid asked.

"I don't have a jacket." We looked outside the window. It was evening. The snowfall was heavy. We could hardly see past the courtyard.

"Take mine." He shrugged his jacket off, holding it in his trembling hands. His brown eyes were completely widened in awe. I took the jacket from his grasp, putting it on.

"Thanks Angus!" I chirped. "Come on, before they notice we're gone."

I grabbed his hand, interlocking our fingers. His hands were cold and clammy. But, funnily enough, so were mine. We ran outside, hiding under the bleachers as we joked about our classmates.

.

.

.

"Baby, all I know is he's going through as much as you are right now. You'll never know unless you try."

Mary's voice lingered in my head as I got dressed for the party. She was right. I had lost so much control in the last 3 months of my life. I was not going to let this pass me by. I was going to spite my way into Angus's heart.

In the car, Angus fought to sit in the passenger seat. Ultimately, Mary glared at him with such authority he cowered and clamored into the backseat with me. Instantly, he folded his arms and turned to look out the window.

Okay, this is fine? This is fine. I'll just sneak him aside at the party and fix this. I didn't want Hunham and Mary awkwardly listening in while I confessed my undying admiration for him.

We were greeted at the door by Miss Crane. She welcomed us happily. I looked around. This place was packed. Christmas music flew around the house like a jolly paper airplane.

"Y/N, can you take these to the kitchen please?" Miss Crane gave me the brownies we had baked. I glanced at Angus, who already looked out of place.

"Sure!" My lips pressed together into a thin line. I hurried over, having to pause for houseguests to step aside and move out of the way. This place was a goddamn maze. My forearms grew sore as I searched aimlessly. Then, like a glowing light at the end of the tunnel, I saw the kitchen. I practically threw the platter onto the counter.

When I returned back to the door, everyone was gone. How hard could it be to find a 6-foot tall teenager? I scooched and muttered 'excuse me' way too many times to count. After some asking around, I had made my way to the basement.

There were kids coloring and gluing crafts on a big round table. Others run around with plastic wands and swords. I was nearly stabbed by one of the children. Then I saw something I wish I didn't have to see.

Angus and a brunette locked lips in a corner of the basement. I completely and utterly froze. The dread that had consumed me earlier had solidified and left me still like a heartbroken fossil. They leaned away, and the girl caught my eye.

"Oh, hello! I'll be right with you!" She chirped. She had a blush on her face. My blood boiled. Angus's head whipped around. His eyes widened. He analyzed my face for any sign of a reaction. I closed my eyes and took a composing breath. I whipped around, stepping back up the stairs.

"Y/N! Give me one second." His steps boomed up the stairs behind me. "Come on, slow down."

I stepped out into the cold night. I tried to slam the front door behind me, but Angus shoved his foot between the gap.

"Ow. Really?" He mumbled. He grabbed my arms and stopped me in my tracks. "Y/N. Please."

I kept my back to him. I couldn't look at him. Would his face have that same blush she had? Would his lips be pink? Would he look happy? He sighed, jogging in front of me. He towered over me, a concerned look on his face. He looked almost devastated.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled.

"What's wrong?" I repeated, raising my voice. "You were sucking the life force out of that girl!"

"You're overreacting." He flung his arms in the air. Angus chewed on his lip anxiously. "Plus, last time I checked, why should you care? You were getting real cozy with Jason."

"That wasn't anything." I scoffed.

"Were we anything?" He whispered. His eyes had reddened, tears threatening to stream out.

"What?"

"You said you liked me." Angus whimpered. "What happened? Did I do something?"

"No." I blurted. "You did nothing. I-. . . I was just angry, Angus. I didn't mean that."

He stayed silent. The snow got caught on his curls. He looked more gorgeous than ever. It felt like we had snuck out to the bleachers all over again. Fuck it.

"Jesus, Angus. We have to stop being complete fucking idiots." I covered my face and groaned into my hands. "It's not a surprise that I like you. You think I would still be talking to you after 2 years if I didn't absolutely fucking adore you? I'm angry that everyone else is leaving me and I don't want you to either. I don't want you to disappear. I need you. I've needed you ever since we smoked together for the first time. I was just too fucking dumb to realize it. I need you to realize it too. I need you to realize Jason has nothing to offer me. "

His eyebrows raised slowly. I stared at him with wide eyes as I caught my breath.

"Was that weird? I'm sorry if-"

Angus cut me off by crashing his lips into mine. He had cold lips, but the feeling it gave me sent warmth throughout my body. His arms wrapped around my waist as we stumbled backwards. My back thudded against a wall as Angus pushed closer against me. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling the strands of hair slightly for any sense of stimulation. His chest pressed against mine and I could hardly breathe. But neither of us pulled away. He pushed his tongue into my mouth with fervor. Little grunts escaped his lips.

The slam of the front door pushed us away from each other. A guest waved goodbye to whoever was on the porch, oblivious to our raunchy escapade. Our gazes flicked back to each other. We both had that 'deer in headlights' look. The two of us burst into laughter. Angus threw his head back cackling.

"Seems like you had a practice." I remarked.

"Shut up."

"Too soon?" I grimaced. He nodded. His hands traveled up to my face, caressing my cheeks. His fingers were crusted over with a green pigment. "Why the fuck are your fingers covered in paint?"

"Oh shit, sorry. Fingerpainting." Angus pulled his hands back, stuffing them into his pockets. His lips were red and slightly wet.

"I have one question." I prodded.

"Hm?"

"Do you like me?"

Angus rolled his eyes, "I just sucked the complete life force out of you. When are you gonna stop being a complete idiot and realize I like you?"

"Touché." I smiled. A heartwarming smile covered his face. He leaned forward, planting a small peck on my forehead, before resting his chin on my head.

I wrapped my arms around his torso. Once again, that familiar memory popped into my head. I felt the same warmth from 2 years ago. This time it wasn't a cigarette. It was Angus. And suddenly it all felt worth it. Every bit of anger. Every bit of sass. Every bit of jealousy.

"So, are you gonna kiss me some more or do I need to get you a brain for Christmas, scarecrow?"

"So needy, princess."

[swampstew]

Killer, I-22 ~ partner sharing

Summary: You thought you knew a thing or two about folklore and mythological creatures. What you didn’t know was how DIVERSE the world of monsters and magic really is. When you came across what you thought was a Kelpie ended up being something much more dangerous. And he brought a friend.

Warnings: Gore, bit of coercion if you squint, partner sharing kink with Female Reader, double penetration, anal and vaginal sex, oral (Killer receiving), I guess technically vore since they're monsters? bloody ending. Dead Dove I fucking guess Word Count: 1.3K

When you landed in Scotland, a trip you’d planned for a year with a group of friends who all bailed last minute, you were kind of excited to do a solo adventure. You were with a tour group for most of the trip with evenings and weekends to yourself – and you had two weeks to make the most of it.

You explored historical ruins, mythical sites from the stories of the Ulster Cycle, you paid respects to the places of spiritual importance and graves of those who lost their lives in the war of life through the years of Man discovering himself and the World around him.

Having so much fun that you found yourself almost bummed you had to leave in two days. You loved the country so much you could genuinely see yourself living there. The last few days were your own to enjoy and you explored the local beaches as the weather was just perfect to enjoy a late afternoon stroll. Until you ran into…Him.

He was nothing short of beautiful, with long, blonde hair that flowed with the sea breeze as it brought a chill to your skin. He was tall and muscular, with one scarred arm that he used to wave at you. Calling you over, asking if you needed someone to walk you back to town. His piercing blue eyes watched you through a curtain of bangs, and his mouth was covered with what looked like…seaweed?

It was and he brushed it off with a laugh. He had taken a nap on the beach and his friend ditched him, playing a prank or something. Brash, hoarse laughter rang out behind you scaring you out of your skin. A massive man, taller than the blonde and significantly wider by the sheer size of his bulging muscles protruding from his frame.

The friend. Who brought a backpack full of beer and sandwiches, hanging off his only remaining arm. Killer and Kid were their names, best friends for several lifetimes they claimed. Both dangerously handsome even with all the heavy scarring, flirting heavily, and you couldn’t help but feel the promise of pleasure tickle your belly.

To be honest, you hadn’t so much as thought about hooking up with anyone on the trip, and it was going to be over soon. It was so very easy for them to convince you to join them for the bonfire they planned to build. Easier even to smoothly persuade you into a game of truth or dare. A game that started and ended rather quickly.

Before long you were in Killer’s lap, grinding against the bulge in his pants while his tongue fucked your mouth. You moaned as his stiff cock hit your clit, more so when Kid grabbed you from behind and pushed your hips down to rub even harder against Killer. Kid kissed and sucked your neck, leaving behind red smears and love bites on your exposed skin. You could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against your ass as he bucked his hips into you from behind.

“Fuckin wait your turn,” Killer growled, almost tumbling backwards from Kid’s aggressive thrusting.

“Shaddup,” Kid grumbled, tugging down on your pants from behind.

Killer grabbed you with both arms and flipped you over until you were underneath him on the sand. You let out a squeak as he pressed himself into you and flicked your lips with his tongue, spreading your legs with his knee.

“W-wa-wait!” you finally manage to gasp out. Both men pulled back, waiting for your to speak. “I-uhm-I think I’d like both of you,” you struggle to say without feeling embarrassed.

With a gin on his face, Kid licked his lips, “You picked a naughty one, Kill. I like her. She’s…tasty.”

Killer nodded, “Aye me too. Ok, we can do that lass. But I get the first bite.”

You giggled as the men positioned themselves – Killer in front of you, Kid behind you. They ripped your clothes off with reckless abandon and you found yourself too high on the rush of lust to care at the moment. They were both naked and glorious. Well-built, chiseled, endowed with gifts between their legs.

Strangled moans were ripped from your throat as they took you at the same time. Killer’s cock deep in your throat as you drooled and sucked him; Kid roughly thrusting in and out of your pussy, the squelching loud and unashamed as they both fucked you like a cock sleeve between them. The took turns meanly pinching your nipples, flicking your clit, biting your skin, and grabbing at your flesh hard enough to bruise.

But it felt so fucking good. The orgasms they gave you were unlike anything you felt before, with any partner you’ve ever had. And they just kept going. Stamina like wild horses as they took turns defiling your holes, treating you like a good little fuck toy. You came so much you lost track of how many times your body shuddered in pleasure as they played with you.

The bonfire nearly dead, and the moon fully out, the men became wilder as they neared their end. Neither having cum even once as they focused on you first. You straddled Killer’s hips as he bucked into you harshly, holding your hips firmly against his so you couldn’t move beyond muscle twitching. Kid’s cock bullied into your asshole, his grunts becoming louder and huskier. Covered in sweat, spit, tears, and your own cream – you felt sticky and dirty but exhilarated.

Kid’s hand grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down to lay your chest against Killer’s. Tightly sandwiched between the two, they worked together to keep you in place and so very still as they tripled their pace of fucking their cocks into you. With a crying wail, you came a final time, pussy clamping on Killer’s cock as he released inside you with a choked gasp. Kid came last, slamming his hips hard enough into you to make you dizzy, his seed shot out into your cavern, still shooting as he pulled out and pumped his cock, the last of cum spurting messily on your back. Killer’s cum leaked from between your legs.

Sticky, so so sticky.

Until you realized you were literally stuck to Killer.

“H-hey! Why can’t I -urgh- get up?” you complained as you tried to push Kid off your back, finding your sweaty skin impossibly stuck to Killer’s body. How was that possible? Sweat should make you slide off, not stick together…

It was then you noticed that there was an alarming amount of seaweed tangled in Killer’s hair. And Kid’s head. How hadn’t you noticed that before?

“Well, this has been fun but I’m fucking starving. How about you Kill?”

“Ravenous. I could go for a meal. And lucky for us, she’s the perfect serving size.”

Both men leered at you and for the first time, you felt afraid. Their handsome visages slowly melted away until you looked on in horror at the horse like features they wore.

“K-KELPIES?! HOW? I’m not near the rivers!” You screamed, trying to wriggle away from them but it was no use. Your naked body was fully stuck to Killer, as if his skin had an adhesive property to it from the sweating.

Kid clicked his tongue, “Damn tourists, think they know everything.”

Killer let out a dark chuckle, “We’re not Kelpies, little thing. We’re Each-Uisge. Unlike Kelpies, our domain is the sea. And you’ve worked up quite an appetite for us. What do you say, buddy? Let’s split our meal?”

Kid high-fived him, “Always. Love it when our dinner lets us fuck them stupid.”

Your screams went ignored as the monsters dragged you into the sea. Their teeth growing menacing and sharp, they pulled you deep under the water and began tearing chunks of your flesh. The dark water turned a reddish hue under the moonlight as the water ripples faded away.

It was quiet and peaceful out on the loch once more – until a disturbance from the water’s edge popped up to reveal a human liver floating on the surface.

24 tiles to go, 4 calls made so far.

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

soup and stars

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚⋆˚🐾˖°⋆｡°🎧•‧.₊˚🐰‎₊˚⋆⭒｡⋆୨୧˚˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚⋆˚🐾˖°⋆｡°🎧•‧.₊˚🐰‎₊˚⋆⭒｡⋆୨୧˚

snip: you keep sukuna's favorite after workout drink in your fridge. and no, you don't frequent that store. sukuna looks at you like you hung the moon and painted the sky yourself when you're either on the brink of death or not paying attention (it's only with his eyes, though. he's a certified rbf). the two of you have been hooking up for over a year with little conversation outside of snarky comments and emojis he doesn't get.

and he sometimes takes care of you when you're sick for five hours only.

warnings: suggestive language, sukuna being a parallel of this guy i used to hookup with who was srsly emotionally constipated and really milked my daddy issues, reader being dumb (lol me), probably a lot of run on sentences and weird descriptions but i am not srry ab it, no Y/N here, a lot of parentheses for some reason

authors note: omg hey. i have this a03 and i thought i'd put a tumblr to pair it together cuz i had an old tumblr but i was kinda done w her (may she rest in peace!) anywayyy my name is lillie, hi again. hope u enjoy this!! luv me some sukuna who reminds me of all my bad flings.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚⋆˚🐾˖°⋆｡°🎧•‧.₊˚🐰‎₊˚⋆⭒｡⋆୨୧˚˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚⋆˚🐾˖°⋆｡°🎧•‧.₊˚🐰‎₊˚⋆⭒｡⋆୨୧˚

Since when did you get sick like this?

This time, not that time you lied to your boss, you have an actual stomach bug. Stomach thing. Food poisoning from bad sushi. You don't know.

What you do know, however, is that everything smells bad, you can’t stomach anything other than a handful of saltine crackers. You couldn’t even finish your coffee yesterday morning; you’re just coming down from a fever. Everything is hot and cold, nothing feels right on your skin. Noises are too loud, but the silence is making your ears bleed. 

Curled up into the sheets, you shiver. It rocks over you, feeling cold despite your body burning off whatever infection is brewing in your gut. Your skin feels crusty yet damp, scalp itchy and pulled back into two haphazard buns. Stray strands lay over your forehead that twinkles with cold sweat.

Vampire Diaries plays in the background, volume loud enough so you can hear where you’re at within the series but quiet enough to give you grace if you wish to take another four hour nap. You don’t even want to get on your phone, ignoring the occasional, silent buzzes and flashing light that draw your eyes away from the fuzz of your blanket.

Time passes in a druken haze, not knowing whether you slept or not, not feeling entirely there at all. You fail to count the amount of times you got up to throw up or sit on the toilet, thankful the walls are snug enough to rest your head on the wall of it to contemplate if it’s worth passing out before you gather your wits and crawl back into bed.

There’s a rustle in your sheets, a distant sound of intro music for the vampire show.

“You still watchin’ this shit?” A gruff voice sounds from above you.

Your brows furrow in your sleepy haze- you don’t have energy to fight an intruder, pulling the sheets over your head that throbs from lack of everything. Horribly big hands paw at the clothed dip in your waist. And you let out a mixture of a whine and huff at the realization that your little fling (if you could even call it that) picked a horrible day to play.

“Sukuna,” You murmur, drawing the blankets higher above the crown of your head before he has a chance to yank it down and see your very unprepared self, “Not a good time.”

Sukuna, an occasional fuck and lackluster addition to your friend group, scoffs a laugh, muttering something about you really being a freak, something about thanking your dad for giving you all these issues that only he can handle as he gropes the flesh of your ass.

And it would feel so lovely if you weren’t on the brink of death.

“Eggroll. All the eggrolls.”

He groans, lifting his hand away from you in agreement to the safe word (because that one time when the two of you didn't have one and you reacted that way actually scared the shit out of him). 

“I’m sick.” You add quietly, urging your body to morph into a tighter ball. If Sukuna were his younger brother, or his younger brother’s friend, you’d ask either of them to cover you with another blanket. Or to refill your water bottle. Maybe even run to the store down the road and grab you some soup. But this is Sukuna, and-

There’s a harsh tug at the blanket covering your head, and you try to weakly grip the fabric in place.

“That’s why you didn’t answer my text? ‘Cause you’re all disgusting and shit?” He questions, giving one more quick tug to reveal your messy hair, the tint to the apples of your cheeks. The way his gaze feels makes the very top of your gut churn, and you scrunch your face as you decide whether or not you need to puke again.

“Mhm.” You nod, begging for the fabric back with a soft tug. Sukuna relents, snorting as you cover your head back up.

His body weight makes your bed frame squeak as he repositions himself to slouch next to you, and you peer at him through the crack of the blanket. He pulls out his phone, typing on it lazily. Through your bubbling stomach, confusion festers simply because he isn’t moving.

“Thought you not replying was you trying to be cute ’n shit.” A hand makes its way onto your lower back, the weight of it making your eyes bulge in silent surprise. With all your strength, you shake your head and whisper a soft sorry. He tuts, like all weirdly immature but mature, rude but nice and confusing older brother types do, dismissing your apology with a little pat on your back.

Another pat, and you’re snuggling into the blankets and letting your eyes close, mapping the way his hand feels and ignoring the way your stomach cramps. You hear the distant sound of a picture being taken, only being able to mutter a humiliated groan. There's a vibration where your phone is, and you know that the group chat has been notified of your predicament. 

“You eat? Take a shower?” Sukuna asks, mastering the art of making his concern dismissive. The silence on your end answers everything he needs to know, humming in acknowledgement. You’re a stubborn little shit who likes to suffer in isolation, he’ll give you that.

He synchs a basketball game to your TV, adamantly rotating between patting and rubbing your back until you’re snoring and curled up next to his lap.

When you wake up, you’re still cold, still sweating off your fever. You peers towards the bed, noticing the empty spot but the basketball game still softly playing on the screen. For a moment, you let your head slump back into the mattress before you force yourself out of bed to pee.

The weight in your body is too overwhelming to be horrified by your appearance when you emerge to make your way into a shared bathroom with your roommate. They’re all gone for work, and you don’t have the wit to ask where Sukuna got the time off to come fuck you in the middle of the day. Or why he was looking at your location. 

“I forgot how much of a bitchy face you have.” He comments, voice a note softer than you would usually hear, as you pad towards the bathroom. You grumble a quiet fuck you, slinking towards the bathroom.

You fix your hair to the best of your ability- standing up too long made you throw up. Your abdomen feels like it’s gone to three HIT classes in a row, hardly having any reserves to help you stand and brush your teeth. So you do it knelt over the bathtub, making sure to lock the door to make sure that stupid person of interest doesn’t see you so weak.

Rinsing your mouth out knelt over a tub is a new low, spitting the globs of toothpaste and water into the drain before you turn it off and brace the sides of the tub to stand and wander back out into the kitchen. Your bones feel like brittle, a bowling ball in your stomach forcing your posture to look horrifyingly old. It's been two days but you've aged thirty years. 

“Hi.” You greet weakly, rubbing your eyes before putting your arms back down as swiftly as you can. When was the last time you shaved?

Sukuna nods back, digging through a plastic bag. It’s only a few seconds before you’re sitting on the floor. The tile makes you twitch, and you wonder how you’re going to get up without looking like a hobbling mess. Maybe you’ll just crawl.

Soup and some electrolyte drinks are set out on the counter- along with your favorite candy. For a moment, your brows furrow, and then your lip wobbles in realization.

“Did you get that for me?”

“Can’t fuck you if you’re all pitiful and disgusting.” Is all he says, but his lip twitches into a bewitching smirk as your eyes well with tears and you sniffle out a sweet thank you. "Of course you’d cry over stupid shit like this." He adds, shaking his head. 

His shoes click bluntly against the floor, and he peers down at you with that devastatingly handsome, horribly mean face.

“You could just go fuck another girl.” You murmur sappily, lip jutting into a pout. And it’s true, you know it. The two of you have established that. He throws it in your face, too, when you tell him you’re busy or you’re too sleepy. Or when you simply don’t want to deal with his attitude.

His laugh tickles your heart, staring at him with wide, watery eyes as he bends down and gathers you into his arms. You squirm, or try to, holding any pride and ego close to your chest like a rabid animal as you let out a faux uncomfortable noise. There’s a familiar tap to your ass that urges you to stop, and you sink into Sukuna’s terrifyingly comfortable embrace as he carries you back to your room. The two of you have hardly cuddled before, the absolute most being him begrudgingly letting you cling onto him after one particularly rough night- only to shove you off five minutes later, giving you a pat on the head as if to say good job, thanks for the head, before leaving.

So this is new, awkward, when your semi friend with semi benefits sets you down with the upmost genteel fashion and retreats back into the kitchen. He comes back with an armful of products moments later. Soup, your favorite cup filled with mystery get well liquid, a straw and a big spoon.

“I don’t like big spoons.”

“That’s too fuckin’ bad because that’s what I got- stop pouting like that, it's disgusting.”

Sukuna sets everything down and defiantly does not grab another spoon for you. You make a noise in the back of your throat when he reaches over and urges you to sit up with a silent look that you’re expected to figure out. He lets you maneuver a pillow behind your back, lets you curl a blanket around your body and change the TV back to Vampire Diaries- he does not let you feed yourself.

When you reach for the bowl of soup (your favorite- chicken and stars), he uses only a percentage of his strength to swat your hand away, giving you another demand to stop sulking like a little kid before he’s crawling (crawling!) across the bed. Bowl of soup and too big of spoon in hand, he sits across from and in front of your view from the show.

He leans forward in a sort of endearing way, brows furrowed in a certain concentration as he scoops the perfect spoonful of soup and stars, holding it to your mouth. And he watches when you open your mouth with furrowed brows, lips closing around the dipped metal so that nothing drips down your chin. The broth warms your mouth, your stomach in an instant, making your face relax and your back slump into the pillow that supports you.

There’s a prickle of humiliation on the apples of your cheeks, something Sukuna would likely make fun of if you weren’t half asleep by the time he finishes spoon feeding you. And yea, there was one singular instance of him swiping away fallen liquid away with his thumb. And yea, you’re going to remember that forever. And most definitely are you going to internalize this as something more between the two of you than just friends who fuck (friend being a huge overstatement).

“I don’t like you.” You find yourself murmuring as Sukuna thrusts your clunky, metal, pink water bottle in your face. Obediently, as you always are, you sip at the liquid, swallowing down any grimace as he stares right at you while you swallow.

“You’re not my favorite, either.” He grunts, picking the cup up as soon as you set it down and representing it to you with a face.

“I’m at least second to your video game console.” Your grumble with pursed lips, taking another measly sip. When Sukuna raises his brows, you take a few more.

“Third. Second is pot. And it’s a PS4- fucking nerd.”

The part of your stomach that isn’t cramping to shit flutters, your fever probably rises, and you smile to yourself as you take a big gulp of the electrolyte solution. You swallow before he says the softest atta girl and takes the cup to set it back down.

Sukuna helps you shuffle under three big blankets, gives you your phone and goes to wash the soup bowl. You text Satoru with sick enthusiasm, to which he reiterates it in your (other) group chat where everyone just starts sending silly fangirlish memes. Shoko isn’t phased, Suguru isn’t pleased, either. But there’s an icky smile on your face, the thought of when it’ll end and Sukuna will go back to, well, Sukuna, gnawing at the back of your throat.

But you’ll pretend for today, like you do everyday.

“Are you leaving?” You ask when he comes back into the room, question answered when the bed dips once more.

He grunts a no, to shut up and sleep as he synchs up another sports game. You don’t mind, turning your head so you’re facing him. His back rests against a pillow with a floral case, one of your weighted stuffed animals squished between the weight of his back and the metal bed frame.

You stare with lidded eyes and hot cheeks, tracing the musculature of his shoulders and the sharpness of his face in the same pattern you do after he’s done making you quiver and shake and cry. The plush of the blanket is a perfect excuse for the sheen of sweat on your face, your stomach still molten lava and convulsing.

But it’s just a little more than a dull ache with Sukuna here, bored face and all.

For a moment, before you fall asleep for a third time today, you feel his fingertips, hard and gruff and soft, brush against your cheek, your chapped lips. You’re too tired to hide or quip at him in the static-like fashion that makes him laugh.

You swear you see his lips twitch when you hum affectionately. There’s a text waiting for your friends, a mental scoreboard to update. Smile number two. Four days apart. From holding a sparkler and ogling at it like a child at Satoru’s New Year’s Eve party to laying in bed sick, purring like a cat as he pets you.

“Stop looking like you’re going to die.” He all but requests, covering your face with a sliver of the blanket and looking back at the game. Grabbing the remote, he turns the volume up a few more notches to ignore your itty bitty, very sleepy laugh.

Seconds away from sleep, Sukuna uncovers it- you. His lingering gaze tingles your nose, all the way down to the tips of your toes. Your infatuation with him might as well be the cure to cancer from the faintest spark of energy it gave you.

He’s not there when you wake up. It could have been a fever dream for all you know if it wasn’t for the refilled hydro flask and oddly neat note scribbled for you to ‘drink the fuck up’ on one of your Sanrio sticky notes. There's a brief look of horror on your face knowing that he looked through your drawers to find one. 

You drink it all and take a gruesome looking picture, sending it to him with a silly caption- your way of saying thank you. Sukuna doesn’t respond, but the read receipts are on. And he doesn’t talk to you for awhile, as if he curates the perfect way to make you stay by letting the bubbling like for him simmer into nothing, only for it to come back in full force when asks if you’re awake three Thursdays later.He asks if he can still use the key you gave him to come by after the gym to shower because his little brother and friends are over and he doesn’t want to hear them blubber while they figure out their alcohol tolerance (or lack thereof).

A pearly, well built increment of yourself hopes it’s so he’ll check up on you, too, after he slinks into your room and fucks you just the way he likes- because he knows you like it, too.

And you say yes, like you always do. Tell him about this new body wash you got that he can use, that you just so happened to get his favorite drink from the store he get his protein powder and supplements from when you went grocery shopping.

you don’t even like that store lmfao

found a new prebiotic there! Saw it on Pintrest

sure

Sukuna is not immune to exploiting your obvious cartwheels to please him. He’ll never say thank you, and you won’t ever ask him to. You do it for all your friends, you tell him. Shoko’s toothbrush brand is in your bathroom cabinet when she sleeps over. Satoru’s moisturizer and favorite tooth-rotting snacks. Suguru’s blanket because he gets cold at movie nights. But Sukuna knows he could have whatever he asked for within the hour.

He’ll never address that he took care of you when you were sick. Both times. Or that there's a packet of your favorite gum in the console of his car. And he'd rather be dead than you, shit, anyone, find out that there's a hidden album of little you's in his phone. 

i’m just a good friend  *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

we’re not friends.

It doesn’t hurt your feelings. Because you know he’s emotionally constipated, that no one’s ever really cared. Except Yuji, but little brothers always care. That whatever affection and consideration thrown his way will be burnt to a crisp, that he’ll only ever look at you like you hung the stars when no one’s looking, or only think about you at night when the weed isn’t helping him sleep. 

uh huh, we sure aren’t. see you later! make sure to stretch before you lift!!

stop texting me, it's fucking up my music

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

?

[pupphe-additions]

✬Evie’s Relationship With Stray Kids✬

a/n: it has some swearing, but here is Evie's dynamics w SKZ!

Evie x Chan (ChanRi)

Quote: "Tell me the story about how the moon loved the sun so much he died every night to let her breathe." Dynamic: Sun and Moon/Exhausted Parents

His contact in her phone is “🥵❤️Daddy Chan❤️🥵” and her contact in his phone is “My Koala”

Chan and Evie both agree that she is the mother of the group.

Chan is the sun to her moon.

Usually stressing over dumb decisions that the younger boys make.

Always forgetting to sleep at appropriate times.

Evie tends to bring meals and drinks to Chan when he’s working to make sure he is still taking care of himself.

Chan is extremely protective of Evie and vice versa. They just want to protect each other and all the members.

Evie rests her head on his shoulder a lot and tends to sit with him while he’s working to keep him company but also she doesn’t really disturb him she just likes to watch what he does.

They always go to each other when they need someone to vent to.

They can communicate using only body language, facial expressions, and eyes.

They sometimes nap together and when they do the younger boys always tease them about it.

The rare times these two disagree the other members will shout “OH NO MOM AND DAD ARE FIGHTING” and it always breaks any tension the two previously had and they apologize to each other and stop arguing/bickering instantly.

Speaking of, did I mention they bicker like a married couple at times.

They trust each other with their lives.

Since Chan is the only member older than Evie she always plays up any small injury or clumsiness so he will dote on her.

Stray Kids would probably derail into chaos if it weren’t for these two keeping the younger boys in check, but also Evie is part of the problem at times egging them on.

Evie often overworks herself so Chan is always there to check up on her to make sure she isn’t doing too much.

Iconic Moment: Evie got injured and had to sit on the side of the stage during a few performances. During one particular performance he actually didn’t leave her side, dancing next to her and stopping often to dote on her and give her gentle touches on her shoulders and arm to reassure her she is still seen and adored. When it came to her parts he’d stop and stare at her with his face in his hands and it made her push him away playfully with one hand. Stay said that performance was proof of how much Chan actually relies on Evie during performances and vice versa as they seem to keep each other in a better place mentally. Evie recalls that during that particular performance she was having a lot of anxiety and didn’t want anyone to know but she said it felt like he and Hyunjin saw through her mask and were there to help her through it and that if it wasn’t for them she’d probably would’ve asked to skip that performance all together.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Lee Know (MinRi)

Quote: "Without obsession, life is nothing." Dynamic: Yandere x Tesundere

Lee Know’s contact in her phone is “💖Lover Boy💖” and her contact in his phone is “My Demon”

Evie is constantly staring at Lee Know and is often admiring him from afar. When she catches his gaze she always quickly looks away and it causes him to smirk.

Evie tends to silently follow Lee Know around without realizing it. For example one time he got up and walked away while she was spacing out and she instinctively followed after him a few moments later confusing everyone around her.

Evie is obsessed with any sort of skinship from Lee Know but she doesn’t dare ask for it, she just waits for him to initiate it especially when fans can see them.

Lee Know likes to stare Evie in the eyes because he enjoys her flustered and slightly panicked reaction.

On stage Lee Know will often glance at Evie and has even winked at her a few times and everytime she gets butterflies and lets out a quiet gasp.

When Lee Know gets upset with Evie he tends to ignore her and he has stated that he doesn’t mean to, he just wants to withdraw so he doesn’t hurt her because he knows how close they are to each other.

They tend to blow kisses at each other randomly and flirt aggressively.

Evie says anytime Lee Know isn’t around she feels like the energy around her feels cold and empty.

Evie gets extra giggly and giddy around Lee Know.

Lee Know teases her constantly and sometimes it can come off a bit harsh or mean to others but it’s all out of love and Evie knows that.

Evie has stated that Lee Know is one of her favorite people and that life would never be the same without him.

When she’s overwhelmed she goes and sits with his cats who adore her and she jokes that she is their mom.

She used to cling to him constantly but after some rumors that they were dating she stopped almost all public skinship with him and other members unless they initiate it and she seems a lot more stressed/depressed now because of it.

He calls her his demon.

She always wants to be with him and is like a lost puppy around him.

Evie tends to fight anyone who is mean to him.

Iconic Moment: During a vLive Lee Know and Evie got into an argument and it was cut short when he had pinned her to a wall. Staff had rushed into the room to turn the stream off after they noticed the two’s simple bickering seemed to turn into a full blown argument and when they saw him pull her up they knew they needed to end the stream.

“Oh Minho, quit whining like a little bitch dude, it wasn't that damn serious.” Evelyn says while rolling her eyes at him.

Minho stands up and grabs her arms pulling her with him and he pins her to the wall raising an eyebrow at her, “What the hell did you just say to me Nari?” he asks coldly.

Evelyn stares at him blankly and smirks. “You’re being a wee cunt mate.” she spits with venom and that’s when staff was able to end the live stream, or so they thought. 

One of the staff members just sighed and told them to fix their problems or else they’d have to trade rooms and then walked away. Lee Know and Evie didn’t break eye contact as the staff spoke to them.

“Nari, why are you acting so defensive? These were all just gentle jokes. Is there something you aren’t saying?”

Evie lets out a flustered sigh when she realizes how close they are. “I’m sorry.” she says truthfully.

“That’s what I fucking thought. Behave. Do you understand me? We won’t be having something like this happening again, yeah?”

“Yes Minho, I’m sorry for being an ass.” she says, staring deeply at him and he steps away from her and she just falls to the floor.

When Lee Know got back to the phone he noticed the live was still going and just said “Shit.” as it ended. That’s when their dating rumors started and JYP quickly shut that down after confirming with the idols that they were in fact not in a relationship. Since then Evie watches her tongue on lives and refuses to speak out line.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Changbin (NaBin)

Quote: “If you can dream it, you can do it.” Dynamic: Gym Buddies

Their contact in each other’s phone is “Gym Buddy”

One of Evie’s first videos posted on instagram is actually of them working out.

They tend to work out together a lot hence them being gym buddies.

Changbin is why Evie started boxing after he encouraged her to do it.

They tend to tease each other a lot.

Changbin says he has the most fun working out when he is with Evie.

They eat a lot of food together.

Luna seems to like Changbin more than Evie at times.

Changbin and Evie share playlists with each other a lot.

Changbin is actually the member Evie clings to the least.

Evie and Changbin often play fight.

Changbin lets Evie win in arm wrestling because he doesn’t like seeing her pout when he beats her.

Changbin and Evie have accidentally kissed on the mouth before and it was awkward for like a month after that.

Changbin, although younger than Evie, sees her like a little sister more than a big sister.

They have rap battles randomly at times.

Changbin and Evie radiate the same vibe “dark but is actually soft”

Evie hates doing aegyo but will do it if it’s with/for with Changbin.

Iconic Moment: During one of the performances of “Maniac” Evie had started to feel faint and Changbin kept checking on her throughout, touching her arm to make sure she wouldn’t fall and even handing her his water bottle during the performance, she refused at first but the younger boy insisted again and she quickly took a sip while still dancing. She ended up getting even more light headed and Changbin literally dragged her off stage to make sure she didn’t faint and hurt herself.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Hyunjin (HyunRi)

Quote: "He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." Dynamic: Twin Flame/Other Half

Hyunjin’s contact in her phone is “🥰My Other Half!🥰” her contact in his phone is “My Aussie Angel”

They both agree that meeting each other felt like it was meant to happen and that their lives have thrived more since meeting.

The amount of love these two show each other and have for each other is utterly insane.

It doesn’t matter what Evie is feeling Hyunjin already knows, and vice versa.

“I want to be alone… no no like alone but only with you.” ~Evie like twice a day to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin kisses Evie on the top of her head/her forehead and on her cheeks and says that’s his favorite way to show love to her.

When Evie is overly stressed in public situations Hyunjin will grab her hand and give it a squeeze or will hug her and sort of cover her from others.

They are lowkey (highkey) obsessed with each other and more often than not spend most of their free time together.

Other than Lee Know, Hyunjin is the other member in SKZ that can make Evie flustered with extreme ease.

Hyunjin doesn’t like to see her cry and will often wipe her tears away gently and listen to anything she needs to say.

Everything they do together strengthens their friendship and their bond and they both agree that their lives would be extremely different had they not met before.

Hyunjin initiates skinship the most out of the members with Evie knowing she doesn’t like initiating skinship after the last scandals she had.

Hyunjin likes to put his hand on her thigh and squeeze it.

Evie likes to play with his hair.

Often when Evie plays games Hyunjin will come in and watch her and lay his head on her shoulder while she plays.

Evie and Hyunjin go on walks often.

Hyunjin always gets shy if Evie initiates any sort of flirting or skinship with him first.

Iconic Moment: Their hiatuses in 2021 had overlapped with one another and one day during their hiatus Hyunjin had gone into Evie’s room while she was streaming while gaming and just sat with her and kept her company. The conversation they had warmed Stays heart and still to this day will randomly go viral.

“Nari?” Hyunjin said in his usual super kind and gentle tone when he speaks to Evie.

“Yes Jinnie?” She glanced at him while still gaming.

Sheepishly he asked, “Why do you like me so much?” 

Evie pauses her game and turns to him. “What do you mean?” She asked in a confused tone.

He simply shrugged and just asked again. “Why do you like me so much?”

She smiled at him and gently hugged him before responding. “I like you so much because you're Hyunjinnie. Since day one you’ve always just sorta understood me. You’ve cared for me, doted over me, loved me. You’ve always been a goodness in my life that I’ve been missing. Hyunjinnie, you’re one of my favorite people. Your soul is so pure and I’m glad that I can share a part of my world with yours.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened and he started to get flustered and he looked down. “Really?” his voice cracked.

“Of course. You’re one of my best friends! I love you Hyunjinnie! WE love you!” she said as she pointed to the live stream. “You’re such a strong person and you inspire me a lot to be a better dancer. I adore you Hyunjinnie and I always will, okay?”

“I adore you too Nari!”

They hugged and then she went back to her game. Stay kept commenting on how happy Hyunjin seemed after the words Evie had said to him. Stay also asked if he would show up more during his hiatus but he never joined Evie on any of the live streams she did during their hiatuses.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Han (SungRi)

Quote: "I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen." Dynamic: “Twinsies”

Their contact in each other’s phone is “Twinsies” after the post that Evie made.

Evie will harmonize with Han anytime he randomly bursts into song and vice versa.

They actually have a matching pair of pajamas that they like to wear when they plan to watch movies together.

Han will always join Evie when she’s coloring because the peaceful energy that she radiates while coloring helps him relax.

They usually watch horror movies together.

They say “jinx” whenever they say the same thing at the same time.

Crackhead energy.

They both grew close very quickly due to both of them having similar likes and similar hobbies.

They can’t sit in silence because they will both just start laughing if it’s too quiet.

They shop online together a lot.

Evie likes to spoil Han.

Evie babies Han the most right behind how much she babies Jeongin of course.

They don’t do a lot of skinship because they’d rather just spend time together than physically touching one another.

They like to be goofy together and aren’t allowed to be sat next to each other because of it

They bicker like true siblings.

Much like with Chan, Evie likes to watch him produce songs when he does.

Evie’s favorite form of physical contact with Han is to squish his cheeks or boop his nose and Han kind of hates it lol

Iconic Moment: They posted pictures of them in their matching pajamas and Evie captioned it as “Twinsies” and ever since, it doesn’t matter what they wear or what they do if they look at all similar Stay will jokingly say that they are twining. During Stay Selca day a lot of Stay will take pictures with their friends in matching outfits and caption it “twinsies” as well to honor the iconic post.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Felix (EveLi)

Quote: "Happiness is a drug, and I want to be your dealer." Dynamic: Black Cat x Orange Cat

Felix’s contact in her phone is “✨My Goofball✨” and her contact in his phone is “My Void”

They are the literal definition of “black cat girlfriend” and “orange cat boyfriend.”

Felix gets her out of her shell really easily.

They stargaze often.

Felix always knows how to make Evie smile and laugh.

They are VERY touchy.

Felix is obsessed with her dogs.

They are obsessed with each other’s voices.

Mimic each other often.

Evie always cringes when Felix does his ASMR but she always watches everything he posts or does because she loves him so much.

One of her best friends in the entire world.

When they cuddle she likes to lay her head on his chest and listen to his heart beat while he plays with her hair and she’ll instantly pass out when that happens regardless of if she’s tired or not. Felix does in fact use this tactic to get her to sleep since she doesn’t sleep like she should.

CONSTANTLY ROASTING EACH OTHER OML

Lowkey bullies each other off camera because that’s their love language.

Constantly wanting each other's attention even if they have someone else’s attention.

G A M I N G B U D D I E S. If Evie even thinks of gaming without Felix he pitches a fit and vice versa.

They are actually really chaotic together but also insanely iconic and loveable no one complains about it (expect for poor Chan)

Iconic Moment: Evie posted on instagram that she hit masters in support and Felix shared it and told her to touch grass. She replied “maybe if you touched some ass you’d be better at games lil bro.” and the clapback went viral. Evie later on her IG story told Stay that these sort of interactions are normal and that she wasn’t being mean to him worried they’d see her savage response as bullying.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Seungmin (NaMin)

Quote: "When you can't look at the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark." Dynamic: Doberman x Golden Retriever 

Seungmin’s contact in her phone is “🐶My Pup🐶” and her contact in his phone is “My Racoon”

Evie is extremely overprotective of Seungmin.

Seungmin enjoys Evie’s company because she is usually really calm and quiet around him so they can usually just sit in silence and be content.

Seungmin doesn’t put up with Evie’s bullshit and vice versa.

Roasting the ever living fuck out of each other constantly.

Evie unironically will say “your mom” in response to Seungmin.

When Seungmin sings, Evie gets captivated and says she’s in love with his voice. She has literally said “If I could marry a singing voice it’d be Seungminnie’s.”

They seem like they hate each other but really they are just normally quiet around each other, they bring out each other’s calm collective energy.

Always have lowkey judgmental faces.

Always talking mad shit to one another. Evie will literally say “What’s (the) tea?” to him.

Evie always makes Seungmin laugh and smile because she said it’s one of the main highlights of her day to see him happy.

An unlikely duo but surprisingly they mesh well together.

The member Evie is least likely to steal clothes from.

Evie and Seungmin never really bicker.

Seungmin really enjoys pushing Evie’s buttons but she never gives him the reaction he’s looking for.

They are probably reading books together somewhere.

Evie sometimes talks too fast for Seungmin to keep up so he says “Huh?” to her a lot and she always goes “HuH?!” back before she repeats herself.

Iconic Moment: Seungmin showed the massive soft spot he has for Evie during a behind the scenes video. Evie had slipped and fallen and hurt ankle but had to pretend she didn’t get hurt to finish shooting for that day as she didn’t want to delay anything due to her own clumsiness. Seungmin was the first one to notice the older girl in pain and he kept checking up on her asking her if she was sure she wasn’t hurt. Evie never lies to Seungmin as he is really good at reading her body language and was honest with him.

“I just hurt my ankle a bit, I think I may have twisted it or sprained it but I’ll be okay we just need to finish this right? Then I can rest.” 

“No, I'd like you to rest now, hyung.” he urged, helping her to a chair. 

“Seungmin. You’re a pain in my ass bud.”

“Someone needs to keep you in check.” Seungmin then told staff about her injury and she did in fact sprain it.

Nothing was delayed by her injury so they were confused as to why they didn’t just be honest with them but they didn’t question it. Seungmin checked on her often and even gave her a hug, something that he doesn’t typically do with Evie when cameras are around. When staff asked why Seungmin was so concerned when Evie had already mentioned she was okay to which he answered.

“Nari hyung can be very reckless and would rather avoid conflict than take care of herself. Sometimes we have to remind her that she is still human and keep her in line. I love her and I don’t want to see her in any pain.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x I.N (Evein)

Quote: "When I count my blessings I count you twice." Dynamic: Mother, Son Love

Jeongin’s contact in her phone is “🦊Baby Boy🦊” and her contact in his phone is “Nari Noona”

Jeongin is the only member that Evie allows to call her noona and he likes to rub it in the face of the other boys, it’s like his bragging right.

Evie always calls Jeongin her son and she dotes on him every chance she can.

She is EXTREMELY overprotective of Jeongin.

If you have a problem with Jeongin you have a problem with Evie too.

She’d do literally anything for this man.

She SPOILS him. Anything he wants???? He gets it.

He adores Evie almost as much as she adores him.

They cringe at each other often.

Evie likes to draw and color things for Jeongin.

Jeongin vents/rants to Evie often and trusts her a lot.

Jeongin likes to try and piss Evie off because her swearing is funny to him.

They don’t spend a lot of time together but the time they do share together is always worth it.

When they go out to eat they always eat way too much food.

Jeongin likes to make Evie laugh and will go out of his way to make sure she laughs or smiles at least once a day because of him.

He is also protective of her just as she is of him.

They really enjoy making fun of JYP together.

Iconic Moment: There is an entire compilation on Youtube called “Evie Mothering Jeongin for 30 Minutes and 30 seconds.” and the entire thing is moments where Evie is just being utterly soft for Jeongin and she’s taking really good care of him. One moment in particular went viral for a while.

Evie had woken Jeongin up and he didn’t want to wake up yet so he sorta curled into her and told him if he at least sat up she’d get him so breakfast in bed and that boy damn near shot up out of that bed and she just chuckles and shakes her head and she kisses him on his head before she heads to go make breakfast for the boys.

While she was walking away Evie could hear Jeongin say “What? Noona cooks the best breakfast!” causing her to shake her again and laugh.

Once she finished breakfast she called all the boys to come eat and takes Jeongin his plate as promised but he ended up following her out and ate with her instead and said that he missed his noona while she was cooking.

[chaosjedimasterk]

Bad Batch with ill Reader Head-cannon

I finally caught a cold this season so since I’m laying around just trying to kick it I have some head cannons about how the bad batch would treat you while you were sick

No warnings just fluff. Only gross thing is a human just having a cold.

Gender neutral reader

Hunter:

~ he would know you’re getting sick before you do because he just pays close attention to you. You’ve been sneezing more and are looking a tad more tired than usual

~ you’d refuse to admit you’re sick and try to keep helping around the Maurader and he would have NO TIME for that

~ he would march you straight to his bunk, tuck you in with every possible blanket he could find and make sure you had water, medicine, and tissues and anything else you needed

~ he’d make everyone get off the ship so you could sleep in peace and quiet

~ as a bonus I really feel like Hunter would be the only one of the bad batch who would learn how to cook and would make a mean soup that he claims could cure any illness

“Here drink this - it’s a recipe I came up with - careful it’s extra spicy it helps clear your sinuses right up!”

Wrecker:

~ He would be trying to goof around with you like normal and you’re trying to play back but you’re too tired and too achy he immediately picks you up, tossed you over his shoulder and brings you to bed

~ he wouldn’t be worried about getting sick and would lend you one of the few civvie shirts he has laying around so you could be extra comfy and he would snuggle in bed with you

~ I feel like he would switch into super tender mode and he would run hot like a furnace and keep you toasty warm

~ if you couldn’t sleep he’d find really easy games for you two to play together on Tech’s data pad he secretly stole

“Don’t worry sweetheart I ain’t goin nowhere you just rest okay?”

Tech:

~ would be similar to hunter in that he also notices you starting to get sick well before you would admit it- mainly because he has your patterns and routines memorized and you slept in 30 minutes too long past your normal sleeping in time

~ you would try to help him with repairs or mods on the ship and he would simply tisk at you and turn you right back around and watch to make sure you actually got into bed

~ would immediately start looking up your symptoms on the holonet to see if he could find the best remedies even after you protest that it just needs to run its course

~ so worried that he tries ever old wives tale remedy on you even after you tell him your own tricks

“My dear you simply cannot work in this state. Back to bed it is for you, you will not be able to recover properly without adequate rest and fluids!”

Echo:

~ he remembers Kix’s tricks from when the 501st had a bad cold rip through the unit. It 100% looks like a mystery drink and the look you give him when he hands it to you is one of absolute suspicion

~ Echo is the mom of the group but knows that you probably know your body best and asks you how you like to recover - he would immediately get anything and everything you asked for

~ would also shoo the rest of the batch off the ship so he could take over your duties and chores and make sure you could have some peace and quiet

~ he’d go all princess bride on you and tell you as many stories as he could from his time with Rex and the batch before you’re arrival until you fell asleep

“Look I know it looks weird but Kix created this and we were all feeling great in 1 day flat. Yes, it looks awful but let me tell you about the time Fives wandered into a Gundark cave….”

Crosshair:

~ he would notice when he went out to practice with his rifle that you kept sniffling and sneezing and almost ALMOST made him miss a shot

~ you tried to brush it off and say it was allergies but he saw straight through you , you thought he was annoyed but he used some of his personal stash of credits to find you two a hotel for the night with a big bath tub

~ while you napped he found some soup and bath supplies for you and when you woke up he already had the bathroom as steamy as it could get and a full bubble bath waiting, he would gently wash your hair and body for you

~ and when you were ready he would silently curl up with you in the big bed and turn on your favorite holoflick

“Sweetheart you’re not feelin’ well don’t try to hide it. Let’s go I can practice another day”

Bonus: ✨

Omega absolutely draws you little cards and pictures while you’re sick or sends you funny videos she saw of tooka cats

Omega absolutely draws you a get well card and makes up her own stories for you

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Coming Home

Switch AU

A JSE Fanfic

I was planning on having a short, not-very-busy chapter after the action of last time. That did not end up happening. Sometimes ideas just get away from you, y'know? Anyway, onto the summary. The group meets up again after the IRIS infiltration to talk about what to do next. Jackie tries to process everything that he's just learned and get used to being home again, but he's having difficulty. And onto the story now :) Enjoy :)

More of This AU | | First Chapter | Previous Chapter

“Oh my god.” Jackie covered his mouth in horror. “I-I had no idea. I was—I was trying to find some way to protect against Distorter, but all this time—IRIS—th-they had—He was—I can’t believe—Anti—”

“Calm down, Jackieboy,” Rama said from the driver’s seat. “Remember how to breathe.”

Jackie pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating a mile a minute beneath his ribs. “I’m breathing. I’m just—w-we have to—I mean, can I see Anti? We need to go see him. As soon as possible—”

“Not as soon as possible,” Schneep interrupted. “I know you are worried about him. But I do not want to go straight to the hospital right after breaking into IRIS. They could be following us. Tracking us, somehow.”

I don’t think they’re following us, at least, Jameson signed. His movements were slow, tired, but his eyes still glowed that bright blue that showed he was using his magic. I’m trying to detect their strange signature, and I can’t feel anything.

“They could still be tracking us,” Schneep muttered. “We cannot go straight to Anti. I don’t want to lead them to him.”

Rama sighed. “We have to talk with Marvin, Jack and Stacy about all this. I know we can just text them that the mission was a success, but now we have to think about the next steps. Jackie is right. We need to focus on Anti.”

“This does deserve an in-person meeting,” Schneep muttered.

I’ll text them, JJ offered.

“No, you wanted to take a nap, yes? Give me your phone, I will do it.”

JJ hesitated, then nodded and passed Schneep his phone.

“Okay, so, we’re going to meet up with them right away, then, right?” Jackie asked anxiously. “We’re going to talk about this right away? The Anti thing, I mean?”

“Stacy had work,” Rama muttered. “So maybe not right away, but definitely as soon as possible.” They looked in the rear-view mirror back at Schneep. “Ask them for ideas of where to meet. If IRIS is tracking us, I don’t want to lead them right to my house, or to where they are staying.”

“I-I don’t know if... if I-IRIS will track things...” Jackie trailed off. What did he know about IRIS? Nothing, apparently. He didn’t even know they’d kidnapped two of his friends.

“Jackie, what were those things you grabbed from your desk?” Schneep asked. “They looked like—like those things you put over your eyes to play VR.”

“Oh right. I did start to explain, but then we got cut off. Uh, maybe I should explain when everyone is together. That’d be easier. Do it in one.”

“Okay, okay, but do you know them inside and out?” Schneep asked. “Are you sure what is inside them?”

It took Jackie a moment to process what Schneep was asking and why he was asking it. “Oh. You mean—you mean you think that they could be tracked. We’re still talking about the tracking stuff. Um... I think I’m pretty familiar with them. But I don’t... know for sure. Maybe—maybe—But I-I think—I have an idea, maybe, that’s starting to form, but if they’re being tracked—” He groaned and leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. The seatbelt cut into his neck, but he didn’t really feel it.

“Are you okay, Jackieboy?” Rama asked quietly.

“I’m having a fucking crisis.” His voice was slightly muffled by his hands.

“Well... you and your friends are all very traumatized, by this point,” Rama said slowly. “I guess that’s to be expected.”

Jackie laughed, the sound piercing and manic. “Yeah... yeah.” He didn’t know what else to say.

———————

By the time they’d driven back to Mirygale, Stacy was off work and ready to meet up. Jack was also ready, though he didn’t really want to leave Anti alone. But he understood that this was important and so decided to trust Sam to find him if something happened. Marvin was ready to go whenever. He said that he could take the bus to wherever they were meeting.

When the tracking situation was explained, Stacy said that they could meet at a park near where her rented apartment was. When everyone else arrived, they saw that it wasn’t really a park, so much as just a fenced-in green space. It had probably been part of a church once before modern development took over, and for some reason, the yard had been allowed to stay when the church wasn’t. There was enough room in the space for a few big trees and a couple benches, but not much room for more. Rama parked on the street right outside and everyone climbed out.

The others were already there. Jackie stopped walking for a moment, seeing Marvin in the wheelchair. “O-oh,” he whispered. 

Marvin saw him first. His expression brightened. “Jackie! You’re back!” He laughed. “Come on over here! Hey, c’mere to me, how are you doin’? You look... well, you could look better.” His smile faded slightly, but still lingered.

“Jackie!” Jack got up from the bench where he was sitting and waved him over. “Come on! The rest of you! God, you all look fucking terrible.”

“Better than the first time I met you,” Stacy muttered, then winced. “I’m sorry, that was probably too much—”

Jackie laughed a bit. “No. No, you’re right, that was—you’re right.”

“Still. Sorry.” Stacy stood up too. “Here, you guys can sit, you probably need it more.”

The group settled down, Jackie and Rama sitting on one bench, Schneep and JJ sitting on another, Marvin’s chair stopped next to JJ’s bench, and Jack and Stacy standing up. “Weird doing this out here,” Jack said, looking around.

“I agree, t’is is a bit strange,” Marvin said. “But it’s better t’an IRIS goin’ to our houses.”

“Technically, don’t they already know all about where you guys live?” Stacy asked, looking at Marvin and JJ. “Because you had those cameras up for a while?”

The two of them blinked in unison. Well we’re out here now, JJ said. If we put in all the effort to get here, might as well stay here.

“Besides, we don’ want them to know for sure t’at Schneep and Jackie are connected to us,” Marvin said. “The cameras only went up after they both left. We coul’ reasonably deny t’ings the cameras overheard, but not if ye show up in our house.”

“Okay, okay, okay, can we—can we just—” Jackie swallows a lump in his throat. “I-I want to talk about Anti.”

Jack straightened slightly. “What do you know? About... what happened?”

“They filled me in on the drive here,” Jackie said. “Anti disappeared, but it turned out that IRIS had him in their facility to the north. H-he was stuck there for three days before Distorter showed up and... and took him instead. Schneep said that—that IRIS might have isolated Anti intentionally, to get something to happen with Distorter.”

“What?!” Marvin gasped. “Schneep, you never said anyt’ing like t’at before!”

Schneep looked down. “I... am not sure if it’s true. But it feels like something they would do.” 

I was just as shocked when he brought it up on the drive, JJ said.

“But it makes sense,” Schneep said, raising his head again. “They have an interest in Distorter. Perhaps they wanted to see if they could trigger an appearance by him.”

“I-I-I guess I can see that,” Jackie said. IRIS had been proud of how much they tested their hypotheses and inventions before putting them out on the market. It had... reassured him. But if they were doing that same sort of testing with people and supernatural creatures... He shuddered. “A-anyway, something did happen. Distorter showed up and took Anti out of there. And ever since... Anti’s been under his control. Y-you said... he’s at the hospital? Because... of the blood loss... and stuff.”

“Unfortunately, it’s also a place where... they can make sure he doesn’t do anything,” Jack said slowly. “Distorter is still controlling him. H-he tries to attack the nurses sometimes but can’t, since he’s... anyway, yes. He’s at the hospital.”

Jackie went quiet. “The first time I ever met him was in a hospital...” He whispers. “That same one, too, from what you’ve said.” He laughed a little. “I don’t think he likes them. Maybe it reminds him too much of what happened to land him there the first time.”

“Huh?” Marvin blinked, confused. “I know you’ve mentioned meetin’ Anti in the hospital before, but—what?”

Jackie and Schneep exchanged a look. Then Schneep shook his head. “It is not our place to say,” he said. “Besides, Anti never fully explained it. I only know about the injury because Jackie told me about it.”

“And Anti never said what happened to cause that,” Jackie added. Though he had started to form a suspicion in recent months... “I-In any case, my point is he’d probably hate that he’s there if he was conscious enough to know where he was. But he’s not. B-because Distorter is definitely doing all sorts of terrible—of horrible fucking things to his mind. We have to get him out of there now!”

“Calm down, man,” Jack said evenly. “Panic isn’t going to help Anti.”

Jackie nodded. He blinked, pushing back the tears threatening to rise to the surface. “I’m calm.”

“You... said you had an idea?” Rama prompted. “In the car, remember?”

“Y-yeah.” Jackie reached into his pocket—he was still wearing this coat, he should probably take it off, maybe burn it—and pulled out the headsets. “We can use these somehow.”

Stacy leaned forward. “Um... what the hell are they?”

“Right, right. So...” Jackie bit his lip, thinking. “There’s this trope in old scifi stories where you can watch people’s memories or dreams on a screen, and their minds are all visualized and everything despite how, in real life, thinking is really abstract. These are kind of similar. MR Headsets, they’re called. ‘Mental Reality’ Headsets.”

JJ’s eyes widened. He grinned excitedly. You mean... we can look at someone’s thoughts with those?

“Basically. One person wears this white one, and someone else puts on the black one. The one wearing the black Headset can experience whatever the person in the white Headset is thinking. Or... remembering, or dreaming. Whatever’s in their head. I-I was thinking that... that maybe if we put this white Headset on Anti, and someone else wears the black one, maybe they... maybe they’ll be able to... reach him?”

Jack nodded. “That could work. Sam says that Anti is ‘deep down’ and they’re having trouble reaching him. Maybe if someone could like... go into his head and pull him closer to the, uh, ‘shallow’ parts, then Sam can burn away the rest of Distorter’s powers.”

“But Distorter will try to interfere,” Schneep said.

“That’s where I come in, right?” Stacy asked. “We know that he’ll be distracted by me being there.”

“We’ll need more than jus’ t’at, I think,” Marvin said slowly. “We’ll need to keep him distracted for a long bit of time t’ere. Someone else will have to be t’ere to help wit’ the distraction.”

Schneep stiffened slightly, then nodded. “I can... I can do that. His tricks and hallucinations do not work on me anymore.”

They don’t?! JJ said, surprised.

“How do you know t’at?” Marvin asked.

“...ah.” Schneep cleared his throat. “Distorter tried to pay me a visit. But nothing happened when he tried to make me see things, and I could see him even when he tried to disappear from my mind. I think... that is also... because of IRIS.”

Jackie burst into laughter.

“What the—Jackie?!” Jack looked at him, shocked.

“Jackie...?” Schneep whispered.

Marvin and JJ just stared, concerned.

“I-i-it’s not funny!” Jackie said, still laughing beside himself. “It’s not funny! But—but it is funny! I’ve been—been—The whole reason I was there was to find a way to block out Distorter’s tricks! I wanted to—I-I wanted to—and they said they could do it! They said they had a prototype, b-but that it had to be in your head, a-and I didn’t want that—But they knew the prototype would work! They knew because they tested it, didn’t they?! I didn’t ask! I-I didn’t ask, and even if I did, they wouldn’t say that they know it works because they fucked with my friend’s head, would they? Would they?!”

“Jackieboy,” Rama said in a soft voice. They put one arm around his shoulder. “Take a moment. It’s not your fault, okay?”

Schneep, looking shaken, nonetheless nodded. “I-I do not think you could’ve done anything even if you knew. Things would just become bad for you, too.”

Jackie swallowed a lump in his throat. “I-it’s just—it’s funny, you know? The whole t-time, what I was looking for was—was being used against—” He laughed again.

“It’s not your fault,” Rama said, more firmly. “Say it, Jackie.”

“It’s... it’s not my fault.”

“Good.” They nodded sharply. “Now... do you need a moment?”

“Or... anyt’ing else?” Marvin added. “Not much we can get for you while out in t’is yard, but still.”

“I’m good. I’m good. I promise.” Jackie took a deep breath and sat up straight. “Okay. So... that’s two people doing that. Should... more people come?”

You definitely should, Jackie, JJ said. I’m assuming you know how to operate these devices.

“The MR Headsets. Yeah, I’m familiar. But I’ve never... actually used them. There’s this practice simulation you can do on the computer with a regular VR headset, I-I did that a couple times when I first got these, but... never used the real thing.”

Still, that’s more than any of us have, JJ pointed out. I’ll go, too. If Distorter suddenly stops being distracted, I can protect you. I’m assuming that you won’t be able to do much while using ‘MR’.

“You’re right,” Jackie admitted. “I’ll basically be asleep, I-I’ll need someone to watch me. If something goes wrong, there’s a button you can press to wake me up immediately... theoretically. Again, I’ve never used them.”

“Well, if ev’ryone else is joinin’ in on the plan, I’ll be joinin’, too,” Marvin said. “Least I can do after I missed the action today.”

We offered to let you come, JJ said.

“Yes, but I wanted to... The point is, I can help, even if I’m stuck wit’ t’is.” He patted the arm of the wheelchair.

“I’d rather stay at home and keep the kids safe,” Rama said. “If that’s okay.”

“It is fine, Rama,” Schneep said quietly. “We are happy that the kids are in your good hands.”

“That’s settled, then,” Jackie said. “When’s the next bus? We can’t all fit in the car.”

“Whoa, whoa, wait a moment.” Jack raised his hands. “We’re not doing this now, are we?”

“Why not?” Jackie asked.

“Um... because you all look terrible?” Jack pointed out. “You haven’t said what happened at IRIS, but it’s clear that it was... difficult, in some way. Physical, emotional, I don’t know.”

JJ nodded slowly. That’s true. I used all my magic. I’m running on fumes right now. I need a day or two to recover.

“But—but Anti—” Jackie stammered.

“I... hate to say t’is,” Marvin said slowly. “But Anti has lasted t’is long. We know Distorter isn’ going t’kill him. I don’ want to leave him to suffer in his hands, but... but if we’re going t’get him out of t’ere, we need to be in top shape for it.”

Schneep sighed. “It is true. There may be a fight against Distorter, and he is a tough opponent even without his mental powers. He does not feel pain, and so he does not stay down. I think that even if his body breaks, he will keep going, and to fight such a power we need to be fully prepared.”

Jackie glanced around, eyes darting to each of their faces. “O... okay,” he said quietly. “When are we going to try this, then? Tomorrow?”

“How about the day after?” Jack suggested. “To make sure everyone has a full rest. We can go to the hospital as soon as visiting hours start.”

“When’s that?” Jackie asked.

You don’t know? You worked there. JJ raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t remember off the top of my head,” Jackie mumbled.

“They start at nine,” Jack said. “So if that’s okay with everyone?”

Everyone agreed that they could meet at the hospital at nine the day after tomorrow. “How long do you think this will take?” Stacy asked. “What if they kick us out before we can fix things?”

Surely it won’t take the whole four hours for visitors, JJ said.

“Our real time limit is how long we can keep Distorter distracted,” Schneep pointed out. “He will eventually turn his attention back to Anti.”

Jackie swallowed a lump in his throat. “I-I can reach Anti quickly. I’m sure I can.”

“Alright.” Rama nodded. “I suppose... we all go home now, then. And keep in contact. JJ, do you want to drive your car back? I can take the bus.”

JJ nodded. I have enough energy to drive. Thank you for driving all the way out of the city and back. He turned to Marvin. I’m guessing you want a ride?

Marvin laughed. “O’course I do! Volt, what abou’ you? Need a lift somewhere?”

Schneep hesitated. “Drop me off at the park where you picked me up. If you could. Please.”

I can do that, JJ agreed. Jack? Stacy? Jackie?

“I can just walk back,” Stacy said.

“And I’m fine with the bus, too,” Jack said.

Jackie paused, unsure. “Um... Volt isn’t staying in his flat, so... I can’t hitch a ride with him. I guess—”

“Actually, um, Jackieboy, I want to talk to you about something,” Rama said. “We can... talk on the bus. If you want.”

“Oh, um... y-yeah.” Jackie tried to hide the way his stomach dropped. When your spouse says they want to talk about something in that tone... “Yeah, I can... take the same bus as you.”

Jack looked between the two of them. “Well, I need a different bus, so you two will be on your own,” he said.

“How do you know what bus we’ll be taking?” Jackie muttered.

“I’ve gotten familiar enough with the system. But there’s only one stop nearby, so want to walk with me there?”

Jackie glanced at Rama. They nodded, and so he nodded too.

“We will keep in contact,” Schneep said. “Jackie, you still have your cell phone, yes?”

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I don’t... know if I’ll get your messages...”

In response, JJ took out his phone and typed something out. Jackie’s phone soon vibrated, and he took it out of his pocket to see JJ’s message on the screen, a simple Test written in the text.

Jackie laughed nervously. “I guess it will, then.”

“We’ll see you later, t’en, Jackie,” Marvin said. “Or you can stop by whenever you want, if you want to stop by beforehand. Or call, o’course. Call when you want. If you want. I-it’s good to see you again, it’ll be grand to see you some more.” JJ nodded along, agreeing with Marvin’s rambling.

“See you,” Jackie said. “All of you.”

And with that, the group parted ways.

———————

The bus was empty except for Jackie and Rama. And the bus driver, of course, but the two of them sat in the back so the driver didn’t really count. Jack had waved them off at the stop and kept waiting for his bus to come. The two of them climbed on, with Rama paying the fare for both of them, and took their seats.

Jackie stared out the window. Why did the city feel so strange? This was the place he’d lived all his life. Nothing much had changed in the time he’d been gone. And yet, it was like he hadn’t seen these buildings for a long, long, time. Maybe he’d never seen them at all.

“Jackie.”

He flinched a bit, then looked back at Rama. “Yeah?”

“Where...” Rama paused, taking a breath. “Where are you going to stay? Are you going back to Henrik’s apartment?”

“I... yeah, I th-thought I would...” Jackie trailed off. “You... don’t want me to?”

“I... don’t want you to... do anything that would hurt you,” Rama said carefully. “But... but I’ve been so worried about you. It feels like I haven’t stopped being worried about you ever since that first time you disappeared. If you go back to that apartment, you’ll be alone. Schneep isn’t staying there right now. He’s too worried about IRIS. If something happens, I... I don’t know. And also, I... I’ve really missed you, Jackie. Michelle has missed you, too.”

“I missed you too,” Jackie whispered. “Both of you. But...”

Rama waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. The bus jolted along down the city streets. They sighed. “I know that it’s not your fault, this way you feel,” they said. “I know that it’s just... how you’re reacting to everything that Distorter creature put you through. But... sometimes... I feel like you’re avoiding me. Or Michelle. Like you don’t want to live with us anymore. Like I’ve done something wrong as your partner.”

Jackie let out a quiet whimper. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I-I never wanted—never intended—It’s not you. I-it’s not Michelle, either. I-I know she’s probably really confused, wondering why she hasn’t seen her dad in the house. I’ve tried to make it clear that it’s not her fault. I don’t... want to avoid you. I still love you, and I still want to live with you, but... god. Fucking damn it.”

“God fucking damn it?” Rama repeated, laughing a little.

“Don’t.”

They immediately stopped laughing. “Sorry.”

Jackie stared straight ahead, not looking towards them, not looking away from them. “I... I hate that I feel this way. It’s my house. I-I should feel safe there, but I just don’t. Everything about it reminds me of—of that place. It’s—it fucking sucks. Sometimes I wonder if Distorter planned that, if he knew that—that by using common things in houses to—to—I-if he knew that I would start seeing regular household items as a threat, and if he knew that would affect how I felt in regular houses. Schneep’s flat was good because it was open plan, the setup was so different that I knew I wasn’t there whenever I looked around. Even staying with IRIS was good, the quarters they gave me were also open like that. But... a house would just be...” He shook his head. “I hate it. I hate it so much that I’m like this now.”

“I’m... sorry,” Rama said quietly. They also looked straight ahead. “I didn’t want to pressure you.”

Jackie took a deep breath. “No, I know. I-I like that you’ve said this. It’s better to know how you’re feeling. Maybe... maybe it’s more of a mental block. Maybe... if I could try... j-just for a night, maybe.”

“You... want to come home?” Rama tried to sound neutral, but they couldn’t disguise the hope in their voice.

“Just for a night,” Jackie repeated. “To test it out. I-I might not—you have to know I might not—”

“No, no, I know.” Rama leaned closer to him, then put an arm around his shoulder when he didn’t push them away. “We’ll see how you react. If I remember, you were... you were working on that in therapy. Maybe you’ve made progress.”

Jackie laughed. “I-I think the progress I made got reversed when I panicked and skipped town.”

Rama paused. “What... exactly happened, then?”

Jackie was quiet for a moment. He wondered if he should tell them. But, well, if he couldn’t tell Rama, who could he tell? “I was looking for some way to protect against Distorter,” he started. “Looking for a while. Everything he was doing was just... really getting to me. So I started looking, and that’s when I heard of IRIS. After doing some research, I realized they had a branch just out of town. I-I wasn’t planning on going there, though. I was just keeping them as an option. Then... Marvin disappeared. Distorter got to him, even though he shouldn’t have been able to, even though JJ warded their house. That became the incident where he broke his leg that Schneep and JJ talked about in the car.”

Rama nodded, following along but not saying anything.

“Something about that just... just got to me. I-it was like all our work came crashing down, like it all seemed useless. A-and they were talking about going into that place like it was so easy, wh-when they didn’t know what it was like—They know now, but... Everything just... snapped in that moment. It was so much. I took our car—S-sorry about that, by the way—”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. This isn’t the time.”

Jackie nodded. “I drove out of town for a while. I didn’t really know where I was going, just that I was going far from Distorter and that place. And then I regained some of my senses—not all of them, but enough to realize where I was. That I was close to this IRIS place I’d made note of earlier. I-I looked up the directions again and drove that way. They weren’t... happy to see me at first. Some guy drives straight up to their secure facility screaming about how they need to help him... I didn’t exactly make a good first impression. B-but I wouldn’t leave. I just kinda kept shouting, a-and crying, I was crying by that point, until they eventually let me in and took me to this room where they... tried to talk to me. I-I didn’t really respond, I just... I just kept begging for them to help.”

Rama inhaled sharply. “Jackie...”

“It... didn’t change... I mean, I didn’t do much else for a while,” Jackie said slowly. “Looking back on it, knowing now what they did to Anti and Schneep, I’m surprised they were so... nice? Or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself. I-I guess I was in that room for a while. But I wasn’t really thinking about that. The whole time, I was just... thinking about Distorter. Anytime anyone showed up I just screamed for them to help me, to help my friends, to do something about this thing haunting us. Even after I lost my voice I tried to keep talking. I-I got really dehydrated. They were giving me food and water but I was crying so much that it wasn’t enough.”

“Jackie.” Rama pulled him closer to themself. He let them do it. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Jackie took a deep breath. “Eventually I calmed down. Someone showed up, this guy, and he was... really nice. He explained everything about IRIS—well, not everything, b-but he said they could help. And that I was probably really smart and knew a lot about this house they were investigating. And then he said that if I could help them with some stuff, they would help me with Distorter. And I said I would. And then things... just sort of... I just got used to it all.”

“That... Jackie, I don’t know for sure how it was, but... that sounds manipulative as all hell,” Rama said. “You were in a terrible spot, and they took advantage of that.”

“Maybe,” Jackie said quietly.

“Maybe?!” Rama repeated indignantly.

Jackie laughed a bit. “Th-thanks for feeling all defensive about it. I... I appreciate that.”

“This is something to get defensive over,” Rama muttered darkly. “You’re my husband. I’m going to be defensive when a shady company takes advantage of your terrible mental state to—to make you work for them? Am I understanding that correctly?”

“Yeah. I didn’t mind, though. It was kind of cool sometimes.” Jackie paused. “I don’t want to talk about IRIS for now, though. Um... how’s Michelle been?”

“She’s good. Grades are slipping a bit, but that’s understandable, given everything that’s happened in the past year. I’m just glad that the grades are the only thing affected. She hasn’t had any friend troubles or anything, and she’s still very active. She wanted to sign up for the football team but unfortunately by the time she got that idea tryouts had passed.”

Jackie smiled slightly. “She’d be great at football.” The smile faded. “Do you... think she’ll be happy to see me?”

“Of course she will, Jackieboy,” Rama said. “Of course she will.”

———————

“Dad?! Dad! DAD! YOU’RE BACK!”

Michelle was indeed happy to see Jackie. The moment he appeared in the front doorway, she ran up and tackled him in a big hug. “Whoa!” Jackie stumbled backwards a bit, barely managing to keep his balance. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, Mich. You’re so big now, how did that happen so fast?”

“You’re back!” Michelle just said again, her face buried in his shirt as she squeezed him tight. “You’re back you’re back you’re back!”

“I’m back,” Jackie said, hugging her in turn. “I’m sorry I was away for so long. And that I didn’t say anything about it.”

Michelle pulled her face away. “Where did you go? Was it important?”

“Um...” How the fuck was he supposed to tell his seven-year-old that he had a mental breakdown? “It’s... hard to explain.”

“Will says there’s a bad man trying to get to you and everyone,” Michelle whispered, like she was sharing a secret. “Is that what happened?”

Jackie tried not to shiver. Even her childish way of talking about Distorter made him nervous. “No, that’s... not what happened. I’m okay. A-and you’re okay. You’re going to be okay. It’s... it’s complicated. I don’t know how to tell you about it right now, so can we talk about it later?”

Michelle stared up at him for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. D’you wanna watch Supergirl?”

Jackie laughed. “Sure. We can watch Supergirl.”

Will had been staying with Rama too, but he was mostly quiet while Michelle was eager to spend time with her dad again. The two of them spent a while watching this Supergirl cartoon she’d found and gotten really into, and then it was time for dinner and for the kids to do homework. Michelle convinced Will to watch more of the show with her while Jackie... got used to being back here. He still had clothes in the house, but all his toiletries—toothbrush and deodorant and such—were back in Schneep’s apartment, so Rama went out to buy him some more.

Everything felt... strange. Unfamiliar, and yet nostalgic at the same time. He didn’t like that he felt that way. He wanted this to feel like home, but it wasn’t. Had it felt like home at all? Or had he felt out of place ever since he escaped the house on Aspen Street?

Night eventually fell, and it was time to go to sleep.

———————

He woke in the middle of the night and found himself in a dark room. Why did he wake up? Did he hear something? Was something coming? Was someone coming? His eyes darted around, landing on the shadows in the corners.

What was this room? This was a bedroom. Which bedroom was it? Which version of the bedrooms was it? He didn’t remember. He didn’t remember. He didn’t remember.

His chest felt too tight for his heart. It was pounding against his ribs, trying to escape, making its way into his throat but that was tight too—Where was he? Was he back there? Which bedroom was this? Which version was it? Did he move him while he was asleep? When would he show up again? He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe, is that him, did he do something to his breathing?!

He reached for his throat, gasping, feeling nothing. Nothing but the collar of a hoodie. Hoodie? That’s right, he’s still wearing his hoodie. And that—that’s important because—because he didn’t have that in the house. This wasn’t the house. Unless Distorter was tricking him into thinking he’s wearing his hoodie—no! No no, this felt too real. It’s real. He wrapped his arms around himself, pulling his legs up, too. Feel how real it is. This wasn’t an illusion. This couldn’t be. The blurring of the world wasn’t in his head, it was in his eyes, his eyes that were filling with tears. This was real.

Movement. Movement behind him. His breath hitched. Why—who was—The sheets and blankets rustled, so someone was in the bed with him. Who—Was it him? No, he wouldn’t do that. He’d never done that before. For as much as he liked grabbing onto him—especially yanking on his hair—he’d never done something like that.

“Jackie?”

Jackie didn’t say anything. He didn’t know if he could, his breath was passing rapidly in and out of his mouth, not giving him room to speak. He squeezed his eyes shut. Hot tears slipped out and trailed down his face onto the pillow.

“Jackie, is everything okay?” Rama asked quietly.

That was them. That was really them, it had to be, this was real, his memories were too elaborate to be fake. But he still couldn’t answer them. He tried to calm his breathing down, tried to remember how to—how to hold it in for—how long was he supposed to hold it in?

A hand touched his shoulder. He instinctively tensed, and it quickly withdrew. “Jackieboy...” Rama said, sounding a bit unsure. “You’re... you’re safe. I promise. Nothing’s going to get to you. You’re not in that house anymore. You’re in our home.”

Right. Right. This was their home. This was supposed to be his home. Why did it feel so strange?

“Do you want me to turn on the light?”

He managed to nod his head.

More rustling, and the yellow light of their bedside lamp lit up the room. It was their room. It was his room. He was facing the windows, and there were no boards on them. The walls were a warm orange color, not the lifeless, colorless shade of all the walls in that place. The blanket and sheets were not the old, thin ones found in that place, it was the heavy comforter they brought out for the colder months. This was his room. He hadn’t realized that at first. It had been so long since he’d seen it. And wasn’t that his own fault, when he thought about it?

“Do you... do you need anything?” Rama asked. “A glass of water? Or... or I can turn on some noise, of some kind. I-I have audiobooks on my phone.”

“N-no,” he gasped out between breaths.

“Oh... Okay. Okay.”

The silence stretched for what felt like forever, but was actually only a few seconds. Jackie closed his eyes again and concentrated on breathing. Then he reached a hand back over his shoulder. It was an awkward position, but he wasn’t sure he could talk to ask what he wanted.

Luckily, Rama understood. They reached out again and put their hand on top of his shoulder. He pulled their arm over him. Rama inched closer until they were pressed up next to each other. Jackie continued to try and breathe slowly. He opened his eyes again and stared at the curtains covering their bedroom window. He’d never really liked the patterns on them, but now his eyes followed those patterns in detail. Rama was breathing slowly next to him. He tried to match his breath to theirs.

“It’s going to be okay, mi corazon,” Rama whispered.

Tears filled his eyes again. He rolled over and buried his face in their shirt. His head fit perfectly into the spot where their neck met their shoulder. They were warm. Steady. Solid. Definitely really there. He clung to them tightly, and they wrapped their arms around him in turn. “...‘m sorry...” he mumbled.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Rama said.

“W-woke you up...”

“That’s not really a big issue in the scheme of it,” Rama said lightheartedly. “It’s okay.”

“...l-left you. For... so long. Michelle... a-an’ everyone...”

“Nobody blames you for that,” they whispered. “And I can promise that nobody was mad when you disappeared. Or even when we found out about IRIS. We were just worried.”

“Shouldn’... make... make you worry...” The words got caught in his throat.

“Jackieboy, I just said nobody blames you. So you shouldn’t blame yourself. You don’t deserve it.” Their voice was as steady as the rest of them.

He didn’t say anything for a while. He just kept trying to breathe. “S-sorry...”

“Shhh. Don’t. You have nothing to say sorry for.”

“I-I think... think I do...”

“...it’s okay, Jackie. It’s all okay.”

He held them tighter. And he didn’t say anything. They didn’t either. They kept holding him back, one hand rubbing circles on his back.

His heart stopped trying to escape his chest. The tight feeling faded. He closed his eyes again. He counted his breaths for a while until he was sure that they were slow enough, and then shifted from controlling his breathing to just observing it. Rama was still there. They hadn’t gone away.

Maybe it had been a bad idea to leave... No. No, he was sure that it was a good idea at first. But he shouldn’t have stayed away so long. He’d been so scared of it that he forgot what he was leaving behind. It wasn’t just the house. It was his family, too. He missed them. He shouldn’t have let fear keep him from his home.

[thetimecrystal]

the concert report to end all concert reports

and i am back!!! without thinking, back in like... december and january, i got thursday passes for øya festivalen (the 10th) because blur was headlining and tickets for depeche mode at telenor arena (the 11th)

so noel and i got a hotel room and made a trip™ out of it! but read on as i try to make sense of what has just happened to me (i probably slept a combined 10 hours over the nights and just took a nap. bear with me lmfao)

so øya first! we headed in about midday because we're probably seeing someone who went on super early back here, but the first artist we saw was ARY, a norwegian singer who noel quite likes! and y'all... she was SO GOOD. we're quite used to seeing bands, so seeing someone with choreo and hairography had my jaw on the floor. 100% recommend to check her out, the bass on her set probably shook the anxiety out of my body.

after that, we got some food and went exploring. øya is fucking massive, i'd assume one of norway's biggest festivals next to tons of rock, and there were so many artists to see and so many booths to go to.

as we were exploring, we headed towards the amphitheater where blur was gonna perform. there we heard pusha t really clearly and y'all, this man was not playing around. i was so fucking amazed at him and kept just bopping around. i'm definitely gonna check out some of his music after this because wow...

then it was waiting! i did post a photo quite close to the stage, but ended up sitting in the disabled section with noel because i had a panic attack standing in the crowd alone (and that was before EVERYONE decided to come stand by the stage).

but fucking hell. blur was incredible!!! i had so, so, so much fun dancing in my seat and yelling along to the lyrics for songs like beetlebum or girls and boys (for the first time ever, i actually managed to sing the chorus to that song KSJHJGKJG) but also have a great time hearing songs like the narcissist or the universial live. they played a varied, energetic set of songs and just. wow. the amount of energy damon has on stage is so fucking infectious.

he did actually kind of call us out lmfao, by saying "you and we both have been quite mellow" and then announcing that he was taking his jacket off twice, because he didn't get enough of a cheer. and like. the way he was jumping around stage and screaming and going all the fucking way, while still sounding great... god i almost want to see gorillaz more now.... also, i know i am cold and was sitting so of course i was gonna freeze, but alex was in shorts and a t-shirt? dude??? w h a t.

my first festival experience went really well! we didn't get to see the most artists, but there was people everywhere so like. it happens. (shrug) i still had a great time!!!

day two!!! i got to sleep a bit more after hotel breakie, plus i shotgunned a monster, so i was quite awake for the depeche mode show. i am not entirely sure it sold out, but the arena was really full.

now. telenor arena is not known for its sound, and we heard that really well. both the warmup, hope, and depeche mode sounded really sharp and loud in an unflattering way, even with fancy earplugs... but!! both were fucking great!

we checked out hope beforehand, to know what was up, and they're this cool post-rock group with an incredible vocalist. incredible show as well!

and once again. wow. depeche mode was also SO GOOD. dave gahan sung and spun himself to be one of my favourite front people because the charisma... the stage presence... the VOICE. incredible, talented, wonderful, amazing, great, lovely, sounds exactly like the records.

plus their setlist was also stacked. getting to hear i feel you, precious, ghosts again, STRIPPED?? and enjoy the silence live... besties i was LIVINGGGG. even tho we went before the encore, because i don't have the best experiences leaving a big arena like that, the setlist was still so good (yes, we missed out on just can't get enough and personal jesus but c'est la vie)

now, if you were at either place and saw someone with bright red hair and a ginger, about the same height and both wearing all black, that was probably us! i hope you had a good time as well!!

because yeah, it was exhausting and not always the most fun of times, but i have had two great days and i am ready to sleep for a week...

photos (although they're not the best) incoming when i have more brain!

[incendiobrock]

Pranked You ;) {Colby Brock}

Request: Hello sweetie! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader and Colby aren't dating YET but there is yah know, chemistry and tension. But one day sam decided to pull a prank on Colby and it involved EVERYONE. So basically he makes it seem like he woke up in a different world or something where stuff is different. For example: him and reader are dating (you can choose whatever other stuff happens, lol) but once Colby figures out the prank, he pulls reader aside. They have a small argument before reader blows off on him, in which he says "I've never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do know" and that's how they admit their feelings! Thank you! And can't wait to see what you write love

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request, sorry for the wait, I have been very busy with school and work. I hope the wait is worth it though! Get ready for a long imagine, I’m pretty sure this is about 3,000 words. I hope you love it! I just realized that I tried to keep this imagine gender neutral but I forgot that I accidentally put some she/her pronouns in it, I’m so sorry!

Warnings: Angsty, Cussing, Mentions of alcohol, implied smut

------------------------------------------------------------

It was just like any other day for you. You woke up around noon because you were exhausted from the day before. Between working, going to college, and trying to keep somewhat of a social life, everyone could see just how worn out you would get day to day. So today you decided to treat yourself with a few extra hours of this beautiful thing called sleep.

Your phone rest on the bedside table and of course checking it and replying to the unread messages was the first step of your morning routine. The first messages you saw were from the group chat that consisted of you, Kat, and Tara. Apparently, while you were sleeping, Tara and Kat had a whole conversation about a girl’s day that they wanted to plan for you three. The last text sent was from Kat and it read, “I can’t wait for y/n to see all these messages in the morning. We planned the best girl’s day while she was probably passed the fuck out in her bed lmao”.

You smiled sending them a text back alerting them that you are indeed alive and down for all the plans they had created. In fact, you would be seeing them later at Sam and Colby’s place for a couple’s dinner/pool/movie date night. Jake would be there as well, and although you were tragically single, you loved all of them to death and hanging out over there was like the most elite sleepovers you would have with your best friends as a child.

A new text appeared on your screen just as you began to emerge from the comfort of your bed sheets, “God finally you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for Kat to tell me you answered her message all morning. I need your help tonight with a prank. Colby is never going to see it coming”

“A prank? I thought you guys didn’t do that anymore...? But I’m in ;)” You sent back. Out of all the trap girls and all the boys, Colby and you got along the best. Ever since you first met, which was years ago at this point, Colby and you have been inseparable. You tried so hard to avoid your feelings for him, in hopes to not develop a crush that ended up ruining your friendship, but Kat picked up on it right away. She told you constantly that she could easily set you up with the beautiful blue-eyed boy, but you insisted that things would happen naturally if there was truly something there between the two of you. And so, you went on, day by day, falling helplessly in love with the sweetest boy you have ever come to know.

Sam sent a message telling you to head over to their place as soon as possible. You swore that you basically lived there already. You were at their house way more than you were at your own. You couldn’t imagine living further than 15 minutes from them. After what felt like a century to Sam, you arrived at the house. Your hand loudly knocking on the big wooden door.

“Hey y/n! How are you?” Kat asked, pulling you into a big hug as she opened the door. You smiled and hugged back at her kind gesture, “I’m good! How are you? Do you know anything about this prank on you know who?” You questioned her. She glared at you, silently telling you to lower your volume. “Y/n! Colby is right upstairs be quiet!” She whispers, laughing at you almost blowing their cover immediately upon arrival.

Kat was quick to take you by the arm and drag you to the theater room where Sam was already sitting on one of the opulent red couches. He greeted you, telling you that he wanted to film your reaction to him telling you what prank you were going to pull. You agreed and sat down on the sofa facing the blonde. “Colby’s taking a nap right now upstairs because he was up super late last night editing one of our Sam and Colby videos. I figured we could use his exhaustion to our advantage and try and prank him that he woke up in some sort of alternate universe. I figured you could go into his room and set up a couple cameras, and I’ll keep two hidden in the living room where me, Kat, Jake, and Tara will be, so we hopefully get his full reaction. I want you to sneak into his bed and like cuddle him or something and when he wakes up, I want you to pretend that you’ve been dating him for a long time now. He is going to be super confused but just try and convince him that it’s true. If he ends up downstairs, we will go along with it too. I really want to see if he will think that it’s real after a while.” Sam explained.

You felt your face burning as your cheeks became a deep shade of red. He couldn’t be serious right? He wanted you to pretend that you were dating Colby? “I- Uh… I don’t know Sam won’t that be a really mean prank?” You tried to play it off, hoping that you didn’t just annihilate all your efforts to keep your feelings hidden. “You guys are like best friends, I don’t think he could be mad at you for such an innocent prank.” Sam replied. You began to feel incredibly flustered at the thought of having to be so affectionate with Colby. The room started to feel like a sauna as the sweat began accumulating all over your body.

Sure, you and Colby had cuddled before, but it was extremely platonic… Plus, it only happened in very specific moments, like last Wednesday after you had a couple of drinks, and everyone was sat watching a movie where he wrapped his arm around you so you could rest your head since it could barely hold itself up. You snapped out of your thoughts quickly realizing that Sam had been waiting on a response from you. You knew Sam was stubborn, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Your eyes met back with his and the only thing you could get yourself to do was slightly nod your head ‘yes’.

“Perfect.” Sam smirked, getting up to turn off the camera and hand it to you so you could set it up in Colby’s room. You already knew that he was thinking about how many points this would score him for a Sam and Colby prank war if it turns out the way he is wanting.

Before you knew it you had made it all the way up into Colby’s room where you had strategically hidden the camera, facing it towards the sleeping boy in his bed. You let out a deep sigh, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to go down. “If this ruins everything for me, I am going to kill you Golbach.” You whispered, knowing the deep sleeper wouldn’t hear a single thing. And so, the prank began.

You took a gentle hold of the silky black sheets and quietly slipped into bed right next to Colby. There was no game plan in your mind, you didn’t even think up a storyline about your fake relationship for once he woke up. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear as you quickly wrapped your body around his, resting your head under his chin as he slept on his back. He twitched slightly, bringing his arm up, lazily holding you back. The breath caught in your throat, this was already hard enough for you and now he is cuddling you back? You glanced up to see his face, his eyelashes were slightly fluttering, and his soft lips had a slight part in them. He was still fast asleep. You decided to try and wake him up by moving around in his arm slightly, hoping the movement would pull him out of his dreams.

“Y/n?” His voice rung through the room, deep and raspy. He sat up slightly, glancing around the dark lair that he called a bedroom, but his arm still remained around your frame. “W-what are you doing here?” He stuttered, visibly confused by the sight of you in his arms.

“What? I can’t cuddle my boyfriend?” You answered, shocked that you could even get those words to come out of your mouth. His eyes widened at your response, pure shock etched into his face. “Boyfriend?” You felt his heart start to race as he replied.

His arm dropped from your body as he delicately pushed himself out of bed. He was now hovering over you as he stood by the bedside table. There was a clear glass with some water sitting on a coaster on the table. His strong hand wrapped around it as he brought it up to his mouth, downing the rest of the water that was in it. You could tell by his body language that he was beyond confused. The glass clinked as he practically dropped it back onto the nightstand.

“Am I dreaming or something? Since when was I your boyfriend?” His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look at you for some answers. Your heart sunk thinking about how mean of a prank this truly was, at least from your point of view. “Baby… Are you serious? We’ve been together for years now, are you feeling okay?” You said as you threw your legs over the side of the bed, pulling his hand into your own.

Your thumb gently rubbed circles onto the back of his hand, but only for a couple seconds before he pulled it away. “Is this a fucking prank or something?” He asked, irritation evident from his tone. You shook your head ‘no’, it was becoming hard to process words. You knew this was upsetting him, but Sam had you promise to make the prank last for as long as you could.

“I’m sorry- I have to get out of here really quick.” Colby said, making his way out the bedroom door. You said nothing back, hoping that Sam would end the prank for you as Colby made his way down the stairs.

“Hey brother! You’re finally up. Where’s y/n? I thought we were all doing a couples movie night?” Jake interrogated as Colby glanced to see Sam, Kat, and Tara standing over in the kitchen. Colby brought his hand up to his face rubbing his eyes, there’s no way that Jake is saying this too. Colby began to think that he was seriously going crazy. And then everyone else joined in on the conversation. You could hear them loudly as you stayed glued to Colby’s bed.

Sam began to ask if Colby was feeling alright, and you heard Kat say that maybe we should take Colby to the hospital in case he was losing his memory. You felt the panic in Colby rise as he was deflecting everyone’s concern insisting that he wasn’t losing his memory, and that he definitely wasn’t going crazy. He knew for a fact that you two weren’t dating, and none of them could convince him otherwise. “Dude, she’s gonna hear you up there. You’re going to break her heart. You really don’t remember?” Sam pushed.

You finally had enough. You raced out of Colby’s room and rushed down the stairs. You stopped immediately upon entering the kitchen, seeing everybody else still standing there surrounding Colby. The energy switched as they all looked to you, Sam pleading with his eyes for you to keep going. “I’m so sorry Colby, it was just a prank, please don’t be upset.” You couldn’t handle it any longer, the pain on his face was too much for you to bear. You watched as he scoffed back, “I knew it. Fuck you, guys. I’m going back upstairs.”

You felt horrible as you watched him stomp back up to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tears stung the back of your eyes, this was all your fault. You excused yourself from the group and somberly made it to Colby’s door. You preceded to place a faint knock on the wood, “Colby? I’m so sorry, can you please open up?” Your voice was so soft, it would’ve been hard for him to hear if he hadn’t already anticipated your arrival. The door swung open as Colby quickly made his way back over to where he previously sat on the couch.

You stayed frozen at the door for a couple seconds, hoping to brace yourself for the angry boy inside. You took hold of the cold metal doorknob, pulling the door shut behind you. You tip-toed your way over to the sofa and took a seat far from Colby. Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour as you tried to concoct a coherent sentence. “What the hell were you thinking? Did you seriously think that I would find this funny?” He spat in your direction.

“It wasn’t my prank, Sam just wanted me to help him out.” You said back, desperately trying to reason with him. He sarcastically laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I didn’t ask who’s prank it was y/n.”

You gulped, it felt suffocating in his room. The dark ambiance that normally felt inviting suddenly seemed like your own personal hell. “Colby, I didn’t want to hurt you I swear. I was trying my best to keep everything lighthearted. I could never hurt you.” Your voice was so delicate, it was so hard to speak. The tears were still threating to make an appearance, and that was the last thing you wanted.

“But you did, y/n. That’s the thing. Whether or not you ‘meant’ to hurt me, you did. And everyone else was in on it to. Did you even try and tell Sam that this prank wasn’t a good idea? Did you even think, for a split second, that this was incredibly immature? You were all treating me like I was losing my damn mind, trying to convince me that we were dating when we clearly never were.”

His words hurt, but they were all true. You had never been together, what were you thinking pretending like you were? All to satisfy Sam? To help him get a head start on the prank wars by completely crushing Colby’s heart? He is your best friend for crying out loud. “Look Colby. I never wanted to do this, okay? Did you ever stop and think that maybe I didn’t want to be doing this either? You mean everything to me. Why would I ever purposely hurt you? Especially after everything we have been through. All the ups and downs, the messy breakups, all the fights. I love you so god damn much and I hope you know that I would never, ever, hurt you like that.” By this point the tears were streaming down your face. Your previous spot on the couch was long discarded as you now stood right in front of Colby, praying that he knew you were being serious about not hurting him.

Your eyes searched his for any glimpse of a sign showing that he believed you. His bright blue eyes looked a lot more intimidating than usual. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression not giving you any clues. Finally, he responded, “Is it wrong that I’ve never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do right now?”

And finally, there was your sign. His eyes no longer looked intimidating. In fact, they had completely changed into something much different, lust. You quickly took a step closer to him as he took a stand right in front of you, placing his strong hands on either side of your face. He roughly pulled you in, causing your lips to crash together with loads of passion. They fit perfectly together, better than you ever imagined them. They worked in sync as the feeling inside of you was igniting a fire. He was so rough, but surprisingly still gentle. Acting as if one wrong move would completely break you. Your lips remained locked as he pushed you backwards, surprising you as your back made contact with his plush bed. He was on top of you, hungrily continuing the kiss.

You both pulled apart abruptly, gasping for air after your heavy make out session. “I guess now’s a good time to let you know that I am absolutely, one hundred percent, in love with you.” You stated, starring deep into his eyes. “Then I guess now’s a good time to tell you that I feel the same.” He responded, bringing you back in for another passionate kiss. You pulled back again, “So, does this mean I can finally see those handcuffs I keep hearing about in action?” You asked him, slightly laughing. “Only if you promise to keep quiet.” He winked back. And that was the start of your amazing, long awaited relationship.

[elysianslove]

the little things ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; the little things he does that show just how much he loves you

pairings; karasuno x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, nekoma x reader, shiratorizawa x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; will make u hate being single <3

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; whenever your hair gets caught in anything, he’s so gentle yet quick at fixing it. if your hair is long, and you pull a bag or a shirt and your hair gets tucked in, he’ll wordlessly pull it out. if your hair is short and a bracelet or zipper gets caught he just continues whatever he was doing (talking to someone else for e.g.) while helping you out. also always makes sure your hair isn’t bothering you; if you’re leaning over writing something, he’ll always tuck it behind your ear so lovingly ahhh

daichi sawamura; massages. he’s descended from heaven for this purpose only. his hands are rough and like hard on your muscles, but it’s so perfect. he’ll approach you when you’re in school sitting anywhere, from behind, and just knead his hands into your muscles for a few seconds. euphoric. or if you live together, he always greets you with back/shoulder/neck massages in the bathtub hvjkwkd.

nishinoya yuu; always makes you try his food. always. whether it’s with a group of people or just you two, he just goes “hey babe open ur mouth” with this face 😏 bc he’s cheeky, and just shoves a mouthful of food. spoiler alert, it’s always way too hot. but it’s just tradition at this point. he takes a bite of his food, decides if it’s worthy enough for your mouth or not, then just. yeah.

kageyama tobio; buys you a snack whenever he gets his milk. if you’re special special, he’ll buy you your own carton of milk. he goes up to the vending machine and automatically thinks of you when he sees your fave snack, and it’s like mindless at this point he just routinely does it. it still surprises you to this day, even when he’s so nonchalant about it.

tsukishima kei; kisses your forehead. tsukki is not too big on pda, and even privately he’s not very touchy feely either tbh. but just a simple peck on your forehead grounds you, and it’s a small reminder of the fact that despite his outward coldness, he really does love you. he rarely does it in front of others, but sometimes, he’ll indulge both you and him, and settle a small kiss on your temple just randomly.

asahi azumane; anime jesus always has a hair tie/clip carried around for you on his wrist/in his pockets. i mean he’s always needing them, he just stocks up when he starts dating you. somehow he’s always there when you’re frustrated with your hair all over the place what a savior. later on it evolves to him carrying around your scrunchie and yes the boys make fun yes he blushes but no he does not take it off.

tanaka ryunosuke; carries you on his back, or your things, when you’re too tired to walk. whether that be if you’re too tired because of your heels or you’re just lazy, he just loves helping you out what a respectful gentleman. honestly it just becomes that every time he sees you he like barricades over to you so quick and flips you onto his shoulder or spins you around. anyways. walking with tanaka means walking empty handed bc he will never let you carry anything. ( shifts pile of bags on one arm just to hold your hand ).

hinata shoyo; learns hairstyles to try on you. whether it be short hair or long hair, expect his youtube search history to look a lot like “how to make a french braid” or “cute hairstyles for short hair for your cute girlfriend”. he’s always so entranced by you and watches so carefully whenever you do anything on your hair, and he gets do excited whenever you let him try and he gets it right. also !!! a lot of the times you’ll sit between his legs and he’ll just softly card his fingers through your hair or lightly braid it.

yamaguchi tadashi; buys you flowers a lot. he doesn’t overdo it, just so it doesn’t lose its value and worth. but for example, mondays suck ass and he knows how much you hate them, so he always makes sure to either leave a single rose on your desk/in your locker or give it to you himself if he can. it’s so endearing and motivating honestly, and the constant reminder every once in a while is so cute. continues to do it even like 3 years in, which is so fkn sweet honestly.

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; plans the best dates. seriously. like not one moment spent with him is dull. i don’t think being with kuroo entails a high energy relationship, i just mean that even a walk in the park is fun with him. he also always knows when to plan a fancy dinner and when it’s just something casual. like he always puts in so much effort, gives 120%, for every date with you. is your favorite band/singer/artist in town? he’s got tickets. the weather is amazing? you’re going to the beach. you’re sleep deprived? nap dates. 10/10

kozume kenma; he teaches you how to play his games. the fact that he’s letting you touch the console in itself says enough, but whenever he buys a new one, and learns it thoroughly enough, he will always sit by you and teach you its ways. picture you sitting in his lap while he guides your hands <333 if you’re not a gamer, he’s actually v flattered by the fact you’re willing to sit through this w him. but if you are a gamer, expect daily competitions. oh and if you beat him? you’re dead to him :).

haiba lev; instead of reaching for things that you’re too short for to grab it himself, he just lifts you up lmfao. i mean w the way he teases yaku, i can imagine he’d be v teasing with you as well if you’re even an inch shorter than him. but fret not! it’s all in the name of love. he’s very loving though, and if he sees you struggling he’ll just wordlessly hoist you up from your waist or something. at first it’s terrifying, but later on it just makes you giggle cause he’s like so willing to do it and it’s effortless for him hehe.

yaku morisuke; always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, but kinda aggressively? lmao anyways. like he’s always “babe have u eaten” and if u say no expect him to start yelling like “what do you mean no??? are you insane???” v dramatic but honestly <333 he’s always texting you after parting ways “did you get home safe” or on weekends where he cant meet you, he’s asking how it was, if you indulged yourself a bit, relaxed. it’s very sweet and he makes sure it’s not overbearing. he just wants his baby to be healthy and happy.

yamamoto taketora; walks on the side with the cars. it’s not a very noticeable thing, but you see it, and you recognize it. he makes sure he’s always walking where cars are speeding by, a hand on the small of your back guiding you away and to the other side of him. it’s the little notions of protectiveness like if he’s driving and stops suddenly, he’ll put a hand out to keep you from lurching forward, he pushes you gently out of the way before you bump into someone. things like that.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; he doodles in your notebooks, or on your skin. if you have class with him, and sit next to him, he’ll always be doodling on your notebook like little hearts or stupid, cute things like your initials + his in a heart. or if you’re at a study date together, and you’re focused on your laptop screen, he’ll leave little encouraging messages on your notes for you to notice when you’re revising. sometimes you’ll be sitting with him at lunch or even if you’re out w him and a bunch of other people, and he happens to have a pen. expect a little smiley face on your inner wrist, or a heart plus his initials ( o.t. )

iwaizumi hajime; he helps you take off your make up/takes it off for you. if you’re too sleepy, he’ll just take the products he’s used to seeing you use and start following it step by step after he props you up next to the sink. while he stands between your thighs he just so gently starts rubbing at your skin and washing away the make up. if you’re already asleep, he’ll have to like google the steps oh my god im gonna cry hes so cute. if you don’t necessarily wear make up, then he’ll just help you do your nightly routine, or even your shower routine, like using a body scrub or a face mask or, bruh, even shaving lmfao.

hanamaki takahiro; saves everything you buy/send/make him. i mean everything. has literally over two thousand photos of you, all the polaroids or postcards are saved in a little box he has under his bed. anything you make him (unless it’s edible) he has. if you make him a small embroidery thing he will literally attach it to his sports bag or something. any chain you make him is automatically added to his keychain. that flower crown you made with him on one of your first dates? he still has it. the flowers are dead but the memory loves babyyyy

matsukawa issei; carries extra clothes of his for you to borrow. hey have i mentioned that mattsun is big? 😃 because he is 😃. meaning regardless of your size or height or whatever, his clothes will drown you <3 i see him as preferring more oversized or just loose shirts rather than tight ones, so yk. on you???? if y’all are just hanging out and you even think about being slightly cold — here have five options of mattsun’s clothes to choose from. he always makes sure they smell like him too. it’s self indulgent really, because he loves the way they look on you, and he loves that it leaves a trace of his scent on you. territorial? i think yes.

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; always hugs you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. sometimes, even if he doesn’t know it, you need his hugs badly. y’all are gonna try and tell me bokuto doesn’t give the best fkn hugs??? yeah get outta here with that bs. he SO does. he either kneels down and wraps his arms around your waist, picks you up, and spins you around, like he hasn’t seen you in 3 years, or he’ll just wrap his arms around your neck and pull your head to his chest, cradling it, and just sighing like he won’t see you for the next 3 years. his hugs always make you feel so much better, even if you weren’t feeling down to begin with.  

akaashi keiji; plays with your hands and caresses them. it’s the delicate feel and gentleness of it all. akaashi’s generally an anxious person, leaving him very fidgety. but once you two get together, and he starts being comfortable with you, expect to find your hand always between the two of his, just fondling with him. he’ll trace random figurines on the back of your hand, or have his fingers ghost over your wrist and up to your fingertips. if his hands are especially shaky, expect him to just grab one of your yours and hold it tightly between the grasp of two of his. it conveys trust, and all you have to do is kiss his knuckles gently and he’s melting.

konoha akinori; he has your reminders app linked with his, and sneaks in small, motivating messages. every once in a while you’ll get a notification from the app that tells you to drink water or have a snack (or text konoha he’s bored and he misses you). also always sends you pictures to distract you from stress. like it could literally just be a picture of him smiling with a thumbs up and you’d just ,,, melt bc you love him so much.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; he has so many plants that are named after you, or your nicknames, and he’s like so gentle with them too. like strokes their petals and speaks to them so softly, the same way he does with you. you’re honestly so curious how he hasn’t run out of names, but he’s just a genius like that. whenever you go over to his place, and he’s bought a new one, he’ll take your hand and guide you to where it’s growing and just be like “look it’s baby y/n” and you just 🥺🥺🥺

semi eita; he has a playlist on his phone, that’s constantly being updated, for you and him to listen to. the first time he showed it to you, you were stargazing and he took out his phone and headphones and was like “i made a playlist for you wanna list” and every part of your body lit up in flames im not joking. now, a lot of the times, you’re coming back home on a train, and your head is on his shoulder and you’re sharing headphones listening to the playlist. when either one of you is driving you’re blasting it (a lot of the playlist is the hsm soundtrack)

satori tendō; tendo reads people so well, and being in a relationship with him means he will read you so well. so a lot of the times, in social situations, he’ll recognize the signs of you wanting to leave, for example, or if someone’s bothering you, he’ll know exactly how to approach it too. this also entails having a lotta inside jokes hehe, and also just like. talking with your eyes. yk that thing. yeah. all you have to do is look at him a certain way, and he just knows exactly what you just said.

goshiki tsutomu; he buys the both of you this small plushie, and whenever you’re missing each other you just. squish it. and he squishes his. he would rather die than let anyone know this, but you’re not too keen on letting anyone know yourself tbh. it’s just this little thing you have, and it means a lot more to you than just this. when he first bought it he was like “look we have matching plushies” and you passed away on the spot ❤️

shirabu kenjirō; loves trying out new recipes with you. he’s not too big on cooking or baking, but there’s just something about doing it with you that really — hits the spot yk. nowadays, whenever he comes across a new recipe on social media that he thinks you’ll like he just automatically sends it to you like with no words no texts just the post and you’re like “OMG CAN WE DO THIS” and he’s like “why else would i send it. yes we can :)” hvskwkeke

end note;  thank you sm for the love on my last two posts!! i’m glad you guys enjoyed them sm. if you have any requests, they’re open and i’m happy to deliver, mwah!

[taco-bell-mitchy]

Crush Rindou x f!reader

-A little crush is formed when you see people get beat the living shit out of them

Warning: mild language, soft rin, mentions of violence, some pet names are used,

In the city of roppangi, two infamous brothers roam the streets. Others shivering at their names and bowing in their presence. With a baton in one hand and fist full of hair in the other the other brother, Ran, continued to punch the stranger. Rindou, the younger brother, crouched down staring him in the face tauntingly. This became as daily thing between the two brothers. A past time, a hobby, a cute bonding activity for the two.

While a high-school student like me has a more calming hobby. I enjoy riding my bike after school doing whatever I feel like that day. Some days my friends accompany me but days like today they sadly couldn’t. I’ve heard a lot about the two brothers. How fast they took over the city. I found it stupid. They’re only a year older than me, like how are they not in school doing their work. It’s irritating to know that they’re out here being bad ass kids and beating up innocent people. I sound like an old lady but I believe it’s better than them.

I did fear to see them to be honest though. I jokingly say things about them with my friends and classmates as one does. I mean, they’re only a year older than us so most of us are amazed at their reputation. How scary could they possibly be? Right. As I hold my scraped knees and sit behind a tree, I then realized how scary they can be.

Today during my bike ride alone, I noticed the quiet streets. It felt more peaceful than most days. So when I decided to take a different route, and it was even quieter I became wary. An uneasy feeling pits in my stomach but I do get distracted at the peaceful scenery. The sky a deep shade of blue as clouds float in the air. The train can be heard from afar and small convenience stores rest with little to no customers. Along with the stray cats pondering about. It’s hard to feel so scared when everything is so lovely.

I slow my bike down, which wouldn’t hurt anyone right. Wrong. As soon as my heartbeat settled down I hear a loud screech. My peaceful moment came to a halt and at that moment I didn’t know what to feel. As I saw a group of men, some big some small but definitely not smaller than me, beating up another group of guys. I knew there was no other path so before anything I scurry into the side of the park. Ditching my bike as getting secure behind a tree.

I didn’t want to think that they’d hurt me just because I walked by but I’m not taking any chances. As the fight progressed more guys started spacing from each other’s, and unconscious bodies layed around. Each getting closer to you as more men are thrown around. It seems like 30 minutes go by until finally a silence can be heard.

“Roppangi prevails as they beat you guys once more!" A man shouts loudly. He’s quite bulky and is filled with small bruises, presumably from the fight. I notice the crowd looking one way. It wasn't at the bulky man, but rather two boys, presumably my age, standing next to the bulky man. They looked similar. With dark smiles and glaring dead eyes. The gang speach went on for a few more minutes. Until many started to clear out after loud cheers.

I stay still not waiting until no one is around. I see them carrying each other by the shoulders and others trying to wake their knocked out gang members. A few more minutes pass. Everyone seems to be gone, but two. The two boys stay sitting conversating with the bulky man. I was definitely more scared of the man rather than the two boys. So I waited and waited until he was released. The night was coming in already, I definitely underestimated how long fights can be. So as the bulky man leaves I give it a minute and run to my bike.

With a beating heart and fear in my viens I look down and walk as fast as I can past the boys. Until a slim body slams a baton on it my bike.

"Well well, what do we have here?" a sultry voice spoke, I can almost here the way he smiled. Not a kind one, but a way you'd see in a horror movie.

“I’m on my way home.” I spoke quietly still looking down. The one with blue streaks grabbed my bike shaking it a bit, “hmm? A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be our so late yeah?” His gloved hand slowly slid over my bike reach my wrist. He slowly tapped it rubbing the finger pads of his glove across the skin. Then he grabbed it pulling me forward.

“Why’d you got dirt on your hands doll?” He raised a brow and the man with braids peeped in, “And some scrapes on your knees hmm?” I tried pulling my wrist away but it he held tighter.

“I fell off my bike earlier, no big deal.” I tried to act calm despite how I felt on the inside. The braided man touched my waist to grab it but I was pulled away from him by the other one.

“I’ll deal with her, can’t leave this pretty thing all alone.” Ran stared at his brothers out of character acting. “Whatever you say.” He let’s go walking away and waving to us bye. The blue streaked man stared at me with his round glasses, “shall we go?”

“Go where?”

“Your house of course.”

So here you were. Walking. With this random boy you didn’t know. It was awkward as you both had a hand on the bike trialing along silently. He hummed quietly.

“You know,” he began to speak, “we knew you were there the whole time.”

“WHAT.” I widened my eyes at his words. He laughed at my expression, “We’re not idiots. We can see you head peeking out the tree. It was quite amusing. Cute almost.” He smiled to me and I laughed.

“You’re quite scary you know.” His eyes opened a little more at my boldness, “Is that so?” I nodded saying a quiet ‘yup.’ He silently laughed.

“Do you know who I am.” I picked up my head a bit and shook my head, “should I?” I look into his eyes and at that my moment realize just who he is. Messy hair, the two boys look alike, delinquents, a baton, and the malicious violet eyes that said it all.

It was a Haitani. Assuming the younger one as the other man looked older.

“Oh my god.” I tightened my grip on the bike trying to pull it away from him, but he didn’t relent. “Rindou Haitani sweetheart.” I stayed looking down once more, so he spoke again, “I was surprised to see you today. You usually take a different route right.” This made my head jerk towards him.

“Im not a stalker or anything but I happen to see you a lot by chance, when I’m doing business.” I knew exactly what he meant by “business.” He looked down swinging his hand, “Believe it or not…I have wanted to talk to you but I’ve been to scared.” I felt a bit embarrassed and laughed a little too. A gangster who’s to embarrassed to talk to a pretty girl.

“Oh, I see.” We stayed silent as I looked up to finally see my house. “Well, we’re here. Thanks for walking bye.” I pursed my lips and awkwardly waved goodbye. But he stopped me by grabbing my bike tightly once more. “W-wait. I know I may come off as creepy or scary but I really do want a chance. So please,” he went into the bowing position and let go of the bike, “give me a chance!” I smiled warmly at this. A delinquent bowing down to me? And especially with the tips of his ears a tint of red.

He looked up at me as I pat his head softly, “I guess I could give you a chance. There’s definitely a lot to work out but I don’t mind being friends for now, yeah?” He cleared his throat, “yeah, that’d be great.” We stood smiling at each other for a second then finally waging goodbye.

I threw myself into my bed and kicked my legs into the air. I guess I have a crush.

A crush on Rindou Haitani.

Bonus:

As Rindou walked he was greeted to an empty house. He finally put off his cool demeanor and played a loud song. He then looked around once more and pressed play. He jumped up and down silently yelling “yes” as he felt the victory inside him. He was so proud of himself and was truly a nerd at heart as you can see. But it was to embarrassing for his brother or you to know. He kept doing a small celebration dance until Ran walked in.

Unfortunately for him he didn’t hear Ran walk in as he was just so excited. Ran, who’d just woken up from a nap, stared at his brother in disgust and discomfort. In the heat of the moment he took out his phone and recorded when he started sadly enough, Rindou had already seen him.

Rindou awkwardly tumbled over his feet to stop the music. And stood in an odd position staring at his brother with embarrassment. They stare at each other for a good minute before ran spoke.

“You like her?” He asked

Rindou nodded

“Then never do that again.”

Rindou nodded again and stared at the ground in shame and embarrassment.

“I was just-“ ran cut him off, “nope, let’s end it here. No more.” Rindou nodded….again.

The two couldn’t look at each other for a week without remembering it.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon And They Look Awfully Familiar Lesson 24

Uh oooooh, looks like Levi’s escape room game is up and running! Time to find a way out of the HOL and decide on a theme for the school festival! We’ve got new friendships forming, apologies, and a whole bunch more.

Series Masterlist

Uh oh, looks like there’s something funky going on in the good ol’ HOL. Someone goes in a door, gets teleported to a different place. L!MC and Belphie are together at least…

“Okay, the door to the living room leads to your bedroom, but the door to the bedroom leads to the kitchen…” “I’m not awake enough for this…”

L!MC kept trying doors, over and over again, until finally- wait where was Belphie?

DAMN IT! THE COW WAS MISSING AGAIN!

Oh well, at least L!MC was in their room. Another problem was, they weren’t alone.

After swinging open the door that was supposed to lead to the portrait staircase, L!MC tumbled right into their room. Damn it!

“O-oh… hi L!MC.” A!MC was sitting cross legged on their bed, DDD in hand and surrounded by books.

L!MC tried their best to contort their face into a frown, but something about that stupid little face of A!MC was making it incredibly hard.

“I thought you were with Asmo.”

A!MC bit the inside of their cheek and shrugged. “I got lost and ended up here… I don’t want to go back outside in case I end up somewhere scary…”

Trying to roll their eyes, and failing miserably, L!MC stomped over to their bed and plopped themselves down. They longed to faceplant but faceplanting was not to be done in front of the enemy!

“U-um… L!MC..?”

“What?”

“I’m sorry…”

Maybe it was the sheer amount of patheticness in their voice, maybe it was because L!MC was mentally exhausted from the strain of needing to get through their own damn home, but they felt the urge to actually listen.

“Sorry for what?”

“Y-you know…” A!MC twiddled with their fingers and looked away. “Whatever I did to make you upset..?”

Blinking a few times in surprise, L!MC crossed their arms and puffed out their cheek. “W-well, you didn’t do anything shitty, it’s M!MC.”

“Sorry?”

“Quit apologizing.”

“S-sorry… um…”

Sighing, L!MC flopped backwards onto their bed, longing to cuddle their cat and just take a nap. But tragically, Bean was probably off with Satan. Tsk, stupid A!MC and their stupid apologizing for no reason- wait- shit. L!MC winced as the realization that they had been the asshole hit them like a tank.

“L-look,” L!MC huffed. “I’ve been…”

They took a deep breath and grimaced before they admitted *ugh* wrongdoing…

“I’ve been a jerk to you. That wasn’t cool of me. I’m just going to cordially say: my bad.”

All is forgiven, little antiChrist, A!MC is too sweet a bean to reject an apology.

One very awkward handshake later, L!MC convinces A!MC to go back outside and try and find the adults.

After about fifteen minutes of aimless wandering, the two run into Asmo, Beel, Belphie, and M!MC in the kitchen.

Beel’s hungry, so he decides to try and eat one of Levi’s Ruri-Chan themed foods that he STUPIDLY left in the fridge.

After a lot of back and forth, Levi appears to yell some exposition.

“DON’T TOUCH AZUKI TAAAAAAN!” “Tell us what’s going on, Levi.” “Oh lol it’s just a new escape room game I’m playing.”

Many… many hours after the group had finally escaped the House of Lamentation, A!MC and M!MC were sipping bubble tea at a place M!MC had scoped out earlier. The drink bathed the pair’s tongues in strawberry sweetness and chewy tapioca perfection, at least the Devildom kept SOME things from the human world the same.

“Can’t go wrong with boba after a hard day.” M!MC said between chews of the tapioca resting on their tongue. The doughy deliciousness wiped any and all frustrations from their frazzled mind, their face visibly relaxed for the first time in over a week… their muscles, sore from the near constant scowling, could have audibly sang their relief. “Why the long face, A!MC?”

“Hm?” A!MC blinked and shook their head, the sweetness of the drink still residing in their mouth. “What face?”

“Oh,” M!MC rested their chin on the table next to their drink, then slightly tilted their head. “Guess I’ve never seen you so relaxed.”

Blood rushed to A!MC’s cheeks as their entire body burned with embarrassment. Ugh, had they really been that anxious looking that their pensive and thoughtful face looked upset?! Tsk, they knew the answer…

“W-well, the drink’s nice… thanks for taking me with you.”

“No problemo. What’re friends for?”

As if a lightbulb had gone off above their head, an idea flashed in A!MC’s mind. Whether it was a good idea or not was up to interpretation. “Hey, you know what would be fun? If we invited L!MC next time.”

If their boba wasn’t already happily being digested by their stomach fluids, all of it would have shot straight out of M!MC’s nose as they lurched upwards and nearly toppled the table out of pure cartoonish shock.

“That stuck up shithead?! No way.”

“Th-they’re not a shithead…” A!MC mumbled, their eyebrows creasing as they folded in on themselves and turned slightly away. “And I was thinking maybe we could invite over Luke too… have you met him?”

M!MC rolled their eyes and tried to suck up any remaining boba from the bottom of their clearly drained drink before responding. “Tsk, yeah I’ve met him. And I’ve never wanted to punt a ten year old across a room more.”

“Hey…” A!MC murmured, folding their arms as disappointment and anxiety swirled in their gut, constricting their lungs and causing the once pleasant boba to possibly make a reappearance if they didn’t calm down. “I-it was just an idea… we don’t have to do it… L!MC apologized to me… and Luke seemed nice…”

M!MC’s face slowly softened, the squish returning to their cheeks as they tried to give A!MC a dimpled smile. “Mmm… fine. We can try inviting them, but if they say no, I’m not chasing them. Got it?”

Their face brightening into a smile, A!MC enthusiastically nodded. “YES! Deal! I promise, L!MC’s actually really cool. You’ll like them!”

******

“THAT TWO BIT BASTARD!” L!MC nearly snarled, they angrily rustled through their bookshelf for their first, second, and third volumes of ‘Help! Somehow My Two New Roommates Are Master Criminals and Have Been Trying to Steal My Rare Collection of Books!’. It had been prominently sitting on their shelf the day prior, the sparkly title on the spine of the book so damn easy to see, and yet, there was no books in sight! Volumes four through eight were sitting there, but no one to three!

M!MC had to have stolen it! They had to have! L!MC had caught a glimpse of them eyeing the shiny colours of the cover art! Hah! Mammon genes…

…L!MC was going to commit aggravated cousin-icide.

“L!MC? You alright? I’m coming in.” Belphie opened the door and his eyes widened at the sheer amount of books lining the floor. His eyebrows nearly shot into the stratosphere when he saw L!MC themselves, their wings and horns out and digging through their previously only somewhat messy third of the room. Belphie on the other hand, was encumbered by all the paperwork his eeeeeviiiiiil older brother had saddled him with as punishment for skipping the student council meeting. “I uh… I’m having a bit of a problem.”

“YEAH! WE ALL HAVE PROBLEMS BELPHIE!” L!MC turned and growled.

Belphie’s shock subsided as his face returned to the normal sleepy, relaxed expression. “I can see that, but what’s your problem?”

“M!MC stole some of the manga Levi gave to me last year!” L!MC angrily explained, brushing their hair out of their eyes. “I’m going to K I L L them!”

“Maybe hold off on the cousin-killing. This isn’t World War One.” Belphie sighed, shifting his weight in order to hold up all his work. “Lucifer’s making me do student council stuff.”

“Oh.” L!MC’s face relaxed into an unimpressed pout as their wings and horns vanished. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, it really does… I can’t eat dinner today either…” Belphie murmured. “Help me?”

“With what? Your work? Nah.” L!MC lolled their head to the right and smirked. “You got puuuuuunished. You gotta liiiiiive with it.”

Belphie pouted, his shoulders slumping. “But L!MC, I'm just so hungry… I can’t work like this…”

“Aw,” L!MC snickered. “Dear old Lucifer is out here violating the Geneva Conventions.”

“Come on, L!MC, I’m serious.”

“Fine, fine,” L!MC raised their hands in mock surrender and stepped over their books to get to Belphie. “I’ll open the kitchen door for you, and you can get a snack. Got it?”

As L!MC walked towards the doorway, a glimmer from under their bed caught their eye. Oh… there were the books… whoops.

Aaaaaaaaand L!MC’s good deed went to waste because the kitchen door wouldn’t open. Damn Lucifer and his overly particular spells! DAMN HIM TO HELL- wait…

After Belphie makes a joke about how he should have eaten Azuki Tan when he had the chance, Levi shows up and just… acts like a bit of a dumbass and leaves. Nothing new!

Screw midnight snacks and screw work, time for Uncle/nibling hangout time at the planetarium.

“See, work isn’t worth the energy.” Belphie sighed in contentment as he sat next to L!MC on one of the planetarium couches. “This is much better.”

The assigned work was haphazardly scattered around the couch, a couple of stray pens rolled off the abandoned binders and textbooks.

“Beel told me what happened at the meeting by the way,” Belphie continued, a slight frown beginning to form on his face as he bit the inside of his cheek. “We were all assigned to run the school festival committee and the orders came right from Diavolo himself, right?”

L!MC nodded. “Yep, don’t know why I was put in charge of anything, I mean, I’m not on the student council.”

“Tsk,” Belphie hissed through clenched teeth. “So Diavolo once again does whatever he damn well pleases and no one can stop him… great.”

Opening their mouth to defend Diavolo, L!MC hesitated before they could get a word out. Belphie did have a bit of a point, if anyone actually tried to tell Diavolo no, he’d smile and say something vaguely ominous like ‘not on my authority’ or something like that… not even his so called best friend Mr. Vice President would say anything against him.

“Yep, Lucifer obviously didn’t stand up to him despite the fact that he’s drowning in work already…” L!MC grumbled.

“See, you get it.” Belphie replied. “Has the old bastard been snappy recently, or is it just me?”

“I wouldn’t know.” L!MC said coldly. “I’m way too unimportant for him to worry about.”

“Ah, so he is all snappy.” Belphie sighed.

“What happened to the pre-second exchange program Lucifer? He was better.”

Belphie snickered and shook his head. “Stress, L!MC, stress makes him more of a pompous quack than usual.”

The Avatar of Sloth then yawned and dismissively waved his hand. “Don’t worry, L!MC, he’ll be back to normal levels of insufferable soon.”

“You think so?”

“Promise. Now let me use you as a pillow, I’m going to sleep.”

“Hey! Belphie!” L!MC huffed as Belphie rested his head on top of theirs and began to snore. “What about all your work!?”

“Wake me up in ten minutes.” Belphie mumbled.

Trapped between a sleepy demon and a mountain of ignored work, L!MC found themselves yawning and their eyes beginning to flutter shut. Yeah… ten minutes sounded good… just ten minutes…

No breakfast for Belphie the next morning. RIP to him.

While the other two kids were very confused as to why books were scattered around their shared room and why L!MC was absent, they moved all the books back into L!MC’s section and dozed off anyway.

Later that day, L!MC and Belphie were lying around during their lunch hour in an empty classroom. Belphie was lamenting how awful his life was. When Prince Diavolo himself walked in.

I think you can guess on a scale of one to ten how disrespectful Belphie was…

“Ah! Glad I caught the both of you. I was thinking I could call a special student council meeting after school today. You’d be attending as well, L!MC.” “Dope.” “Really? Calling a meeting out of the blue… you know, the way you make decisions on a whim with no regard for others… it’s incredibly annoying.”

Considering what happened last time Belphie openly bitched about Lord Diavolo doing anything, L!MC rightfully made a noise that was halfway between a panicked squeak and a curse word as they plastered a smile onto their face to (unsuccessfully) hide their panic.

Diavolo, being the champ he is, took it without calling for Belphie to be guillotined. Instead, he gave Belphie an energy drink, then left Belphie to his own devices.

L!MC, being the nosy little bugger they are, ran after Diavolo.

Little did they know though, their Game Station (Nano) fell out of their pocket and turned on… whoops.

“Huh, that’s odd.” Diavolo said as L!MC nearly walked right into him. The pair had somehow ended up in the courtyard. “Weren’t we just in the classroom..?”

“Uh… might be one of Levi’s video games again.” L!MC offered, a nervous smile on their face. “He let me borrow one of his new escape room games and I might have accidentally turned it on- and it’s not in my pocket…”

“Ah,” Diavolo calmly nodded. “I see.”

L!MC waited with bated breath to see his reaction to the whole situation… then nearly passed out when he burst into joyous laughter.

“I love it! What fun!” Diavolo beamed down at L!MC, grabbed their hand and started off towards the opposite end of the courtyard. “We’ll work together to get to the student council room!”

After over half an hour of pointless wandering, Diavolo was still somehow excited about the whole thing, and L!MC had managed to actually calm down.

Diavolo, due to not being as dense as a brick, took notice to their previous behaviour and asked what was wrong.

“Listen… about what happened with Belphie…” “ah, that, nothing to worry about really. Belphie is free to express if he thinks I’m doing something wrong.” “So you’re… really not upset..?” “No.” “Oh… okay.”

Stepping through the next door, the cool air of the colosseum greeted the pair. A small gust of wind swished by, ruffling their hair. Diavolo let out a laugh and shrugged.

“Wrong again! Ah well.”

“You know, I have to ask,” L!MC said as they began to walk into the sandy middle. The soft sand crunched beneath their shoes as another gust of wind blew by, lifting some of the sand off the ground. “Is this based off the Roman Colosseum, or was the Roman Colosseum based on this?”

Diavolo didn’t reply, the only sounds were the slight shrieks of the wind as it continued to curve around the colosseum walls. When he did speak, his voice was thoughtful and pensive, he looked around the colosseum with a nostalgic, but still hesitant stare.

“You don’t really know the history of this place,” he said. “Do you?”

“N-no… not really. Is it important?” L!MC asked, their brows creasing.

“Well,” Diavolo continued. “It was here long before RAD was built, and it once got destroyed in a war with the Celestial Realm.”

L!MC’s frown only deepened. Geez… how often were the two places at war..? They silently wished that the next one wouldn’t happen in their lifetime. They wouldn’t dare pick up a weapon to point it at Luke or Simeon…

“And it was right around here that I discovered Lucifer holding Lilith’s body in his arms…”

Another blast of wind blew by, stinging L!MC’s ears, but they paid the discomfort no mind. Their eyes met Diavolo’s, then… silence.

No more wind.

No sounds of students rushing by, wondering about the strange phenomena.

Just silence.

“Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision that day.”

For just a second as the two stared at each other, Diavolo let his age truly show. L!MC could see millennia after millennia behind those golden eyes, they wondered how many civilizations he’d watch be born and die, the centuries and decades that must have felt like the blink of an eye, how many humans and demons alike he’d seen over the years… how many wars he’s had to live through… and how many more he’d have to witness long after L!MC was dead and gone.

And he was relatively young for a demon. That fact alone was enough to send chills down the young half demon’s spine, but they remained rooted in place, barely able to breathe.

After a long moment, Diavolo smiled and shook his head, his forehead creasing in worry and embarrassment. “Oh look at me, rambling about the past. You must find it all so tedious. Now, let’s find the next door.”

FINALLY, they make it to the student council room where everyone is similarly exhausted from the sudden re-entry into the game.

The student council meeting is called to order and everyone’s ready.

Levi suggests a maid cafe but everyone shoots the idea down immediately.

Satan goes for a cat cafe, also no.

L!MC suggested a haunted house, but Mammon vehemently opposed the idea.

Finally M!MC calls the room’s attention to themselves, and offers a different idea.

They could do a play!

Yay! Problem solved!

Another problem was then created. Who was going to write the script.

“I know a lot about theatre!” L!MC said that evening at the dinner table. “Come onnnnnn! Let me direct, or at least be stage manager!”

“No.” Lucifer coldly replied, not looking up from his dinner. “You have way too much homework from your other classes right now. If it were up to me, you children wouldn’t be participating.”

L!MC’s face nearly went an unholy shade of purple as they gripped the edge of the wood table so hard their claws dented it. “Fine. No fun for me then.”

“Don’t be overly dramatic.”

“Question~.” Asmo cooed, directing everyone’s attention onto him. “Who’s going to write the script for this?”

Levi’s hand shot into the air. “We could make it about a magical girl and her cake companion who fight evil by doing good deeds!”

“You just described Ruri-chan, word for bloody word.” Asmo said, stabbing into his food.

“Well, if we’re looking for someone to write a script, can’t we ask that author guy?” M!MC piped up, they were checking their right hand’s nails while using their left to poke at their food.

“Author guy..?” Levi said slowly, M!MC looked up from their nails.

“Yeah, I got him to sign my old copy of volume one of TSL. I already have a nicer hard copy. I’m gonna hawk this one on eBay or something.”

“WOAH WOAH WOAH!” Levi sputtered, getting up from his seat and slamming his hands on the table, causing everyone’s silverware and cups to jump up at least an inch. “CHRISTOPHER PEUGOT SIGNED YOUR BOOK?!”

“Yes Levi, why wouldn’t Simeon sign something for a fan?” Satan asked, steadying his cup.

“Simeon..? What’s he got to do with this?” Mammon asked Satan.

“Didn’t you know? Simeon is the original author of the Tale of the Seven Lords.”

…

That was the day… Levi exploded.

[postwarlevi]

Chaise

Content- You and Levi try to spend some time together during your busy days.

an- About 2500 words, don't know how. Is this okay? Don't feel like it's my best but I do like this idea of the chaise. :)

"Hey Captain!" You smile when you see Levi in the hall.

"Morning." He greets, stopping in front of you. "I'm sorry, I can't do breakfast, still behind with work." He's already grabbed a breakfast sandwich to eat in his office.

You frown. "Oh, that sucks." You've already rescheduled twice this week.

"Sorry." He says sincerely, kissing your cheek.

"It's not your fault." You reach for his hand and he gives yours a quick squeeze before saying he'll see you later, heading off.

You are always respectful and use his title in public even though you've been openly dating for a couple months now.

You'd spent the months before getting to know each other professionally and started gravitating towards one another outside work.

It started with things like small talk while eating in the mess hall, you two being the last ones to leave some days. There were times you didn't notice until after the fact that everyone else was gone.

It continued on the outside, sometimes with Levi offering to accompanying you on errands even on his off days, or seeking each other out during group events.

It was even noticeable to others how close you were getting before he finally decided to officially ask you out.

However now that you are exclusive it seems that lately you are actually seeing less of each other. You know it can't be helped but still miss one another.

"Hey!" Connie waves to you, patting the seat next to him. "Thought you were hanging with Captain this morning?" That is obviously not happening as you have a tray of food with you.

"Me too." You say, dejected.

"He bailed again?" Sasha asks.

Jean nudges her. "Sasha, he didn't bail." He knows not on purpose, at least.

"Work, you know."

"That thing that keeps keeping you apart." Sasha says matter-of-factly.

"Well, what are you doing today?" Connie asks.

"Nothing, for a while." You actually have some free time.

"Hang with us!" Sasha says excitedly.

"She doesn't want to hang with us!" Jean rolls his eyes.

"Yes I do." They're your friends.

"No, you want to hang with your boyfriend."

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't-" You get cut off.

"So go hang out with him!" Jean says, as if it's an option.

"He's working."

"He's doing stupid paperwork in his office. Just go sit with him." Jean is sure Levi won't mind you being there and then technically you'd be spending time together.

You think about it while eating and talking with the other three.

Soon they're off and Jean tells you again to go find Levi. He knows it's been hard for you two to find time together.

Now here you are, knocking on Levis office door, just wanting to see him and hoping he won't mind. You've been here before but not for personal reasons.

"Come in." He says automatically.

You step in and close the door behind you, waiting for him to look up.

"What do you..." Levi trails off when he sees who it is. "Is everything okay?" He's up out of his seat.

"Yeah, of course." You hurry and say. You aren't expecting his reaction but you almost smile at seeing the concern.

"So, what's going on?" He's confused to see you, as not that long ago he told you he was busy.

You feel a bit foolish and don't know what to say.

Levis features soften when he sees you struggle and he comes from behind his desk to lead you to sit with him on the chaise lounge. He had requested it a while back instead of a regular chair so he could cat nap during busy times.

"What's wrong?" He asks, hand on your back.

"I just, want to see you. I don't mean to be clingy. I know you're working but one of us is always working and I'm so very happy with were we're at but we haven't even really talked lately."

Now you're rambling on as he's trying to shush you.

"It's fine. You're not clingy. I miss you, too." Levi likes hearing that you want to be with him. He wants nothing more than to shove all the papers out the window and go sit outside with you.

You sigh and lean your head on his shoulder, making him smile. "I'm sorry I interrupted your work. Can I help with anything?" You offer, at least trying to be useful.

"No, no. I know you got up early, why don't you just rest? You can stay here. I don't mind." It's to the point that you're both so tired at the end of the day you barely see each other then, either. He knows you would still be sleeping if it wasn't for him.

"Is it okay? Can I get you anything at least?" You pull back to look at him and he brushes your cheek with his thumb.

"Of course it's okay. I have everything I need." He leaves a kiss on your forehead. How could this man that people were terrified of leave you with butterflies every time?

Levi goes back to his desk while you curl up on the lounge. It seems strange and it takes you half the morning to get comfortable.

Levi sees this but doesn't say anything. Every once in a while you catch each others eye, and you keep looking away, feeling like a distraction.

At some point you've fallen asleep and Levi is glad to see you're able to and eventually he gently shakes you awake.

"Hey, it's almost lunch time. Don't you have somewhere to be soon?" He asks when you open your eyes. He would've let you sleep otherwise.

"Oh!" You sit up suddenly, blinking a few times. "Yeah, sorry. Was I asleep?" You must have been more tired then you realized.

"You can sleep in here anytime." You were never a bother to him.

He pauses his work, wrist hurting from all the writing anyway, so he can walk with you to get a bite to eat.

After grabbing your trays you set them on a near table. You go to sit down but pause when Levi does not.

"I should go eat in my office. There's still so much to do."

"So I am a distraction?" You're partly playing.

"Never." He tells you, reaching out a hand to pat your head, making you smile at least.

"I can't stop thinking about what you said, and I know we haven't even had a decent conversation lately." He says.

"Oh, I didn't mean anything." You hadn't meant for that to come out.

"Well, I'm glad you said it, anyway. You're not wrong."

"I know it's just work."

"I hate that it's getting in our way. We have my favorites talks, I could do it for hours." In fact, you had, which was part of what you were missing. "When you're done, stop back by, okay? If you're not too tired. It's okay if it's late, I'm gonna try to get ahead on things."

If for now the only place you can meet is in the hallways or in his office then that's what you would take.

"I wouldn't miss it." You promise.

Before parting Levi pulls you in for a hug, and your arms wrap around him right there in the mess hall.

"You're the best type of distraction." This makes you chuckle.

You continue your day and it is late before you finish with everything and you take a quick shower before going to see if Levi is still active.

You knock and wait for an answer, pushing the door open and giving a light gasp.

Levi is sitting in his chair with a book, and you see he's been waiting for you.

The room is dark and both the lounge and desk have been pushed back so a blanket could be laid out on the floor with extra pillows set up. There's flowers at diagonal ends and tall candles across from them, a couple plates of petit fours in two spots and tea is set up for both of you on a tray in the middle.

"Hey." Levi greets, hoping you like the spontaneous late night date.

"Expecting someone?" You joke, but are very surprised and don't hide your smile.

He walks over and shuts the door behind you. "Actually, yes." Your eyes widen when his hand grips your neck and suddenly he's giving you your most tender kiss yet. Your fingers reach up to circle his wrist so it doesn't knock you off your feet.

Levi barely pulls away. "I've missed that."

You just hum, and Levi isn't sure if your cheeks are heating up or it's the candle light giving you this color, but you're attractive either way.

He sets you in your spot before sitting across from you, and you share tea and dessert until almost dawn.

The conversation is not littered with insignificant gossip but finally consists of thoughts and ideas, things you would like to do going forward, both in life and with each other. It's easy and neither of you hold back. You support each other, listen, ask questions, share any worries and even challenge one another, ending by making sure the other knows you fully accept them. This is exactly what you've both been wanting.

"To think, we were almost stuck in a rut already." You grin.

Levi smiles back. "Can't let that happen." This was now his absolute favorite night.

After cleaning up there's just enough time for maybe a couple hours sleep, one more sweet kiss before going to your rooms.

You're both still very busy, and you steal simple moments together in passing in crowded hallways or in the yard if Levi is going out on patrol. Even these small things confuse people, seeing Captain Levi being affectionate, but the ones that know you think it's pretty cute that you are happy together.

It's to the point that Levi has set up daily naptime for you on his chaise whenever you have some time. He wants you there and you want to be there. Reading, sleeping, just being near him. There's a blanket and extra pillow always ready, and he's even rearranged both the lounge and his desk to have you closer to him, making it easier for him to lean over for a quick kiss or shoulder rub.

It's true that you really do distract him when he notices how adorable you are when falling asleep or now that he takes a little longer lunch then before so he can talk with you. It's not as intimate as date night, but it's still nice. He assures you he works better now that you at least get to see each other some.

He manages a few minutes to doze off himself at times, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up by yours. It's not the best position, but it does the trick. It makes your heart happy when you wake with his legs tangled with yours, trying not to disturb him with movement because you know he won't be asleep for long.

Some days you fall asleep waiting for Levi to come back from whatever assignment Erwin has given him or don't get any time at all together because Hange has requested you for longer than usual.

"It looks like we can get away tomorrow, for a little while at least." He tells you one day.

You groan. "I'm on duty with Sasha tomorrow."

This was getting almost laughable. Neither of you can believe your luck. You're starting to believe it'll be office interactions forever.

"We'll see about that." Levi has finally snapped and tells you to stay here while confronting Hange about your schedule, and Erwin about this own.

Though you both relish the part of your routine that gives you some quiet time together, he needs it to be outside this office.

"Erwin! I'm done, you understand me? No more damn paperwork, no patrol, you get someone else tomorrow." He's dead serious, bursting into the commanders office.

Erwin knows he's been giving his most trusted comrade a lot of tasks, but they need to be done and Levi always seems up to it.

"Okay Levi, that's fine, whatever you need." He now sees the toll it is taking and doesn't want it to get worse.

"Hange! Sasha is going to need another partner tomorrow!" Levi tells the one he's usually paired up with during missions after finding them.

"What? But, I need-" Hange doesn't get far.

"Better start looking!" He's already walking away.

You help Levi get the remaining paperwork in order and both call it an early night to prepare for a day out together.

The next morning you've slept a little later than usual since you have the whole day to yourselves. You put on the dress you had on the first time Levi asked you out. He brings you a box of your favorite cookies and gives you a good morning kiss.

"You look beautiful." This might be his favorite dress you own.

"You look pretty handsome yourself." You always think Levi looks quite dashing.

On your way to grab a quick breakfast you run into Jean.

"You owe me." He's offered to help Miche with anything Levi hasn't finished.

"I'll make it up to you." You give him a quick hug.

"Have fun today."

"Thanks! And, tell Connie thanks too, yeah?" You think Hange will regret putting him and Sasha together, but that's not your worry.

Levi nods to your friend as he puts his arm around you, leading you out.

Levi doesn't scare Jean as much as he used to now that you're with him.

"Kirstein!" Miche, however, is a different story.

Your day is full with a long trail walk and Levi rowing you around the lake in a kayak. He's set up outdoor picnic lunch and when you finish you lay together on a blanket and continue your intimate talk. A flock of ducks invades the area and you give them scraps before Levi starts shooing them away when there is no more and they start to make a mess. On the way back you stop for ice cream and watch a group of kids enjoying the park, getting on the swing set yourselves at one point.

Later, the pillow and blanket still stay on Levis office chaise for impromptu afternoon nap sessions, and he gets sad when you're too busy to stay. When you aren't too tired, there's more late night tea talks too.

Your outdoor adventures also continue, with your superiors making sure to give you days off together now.

a/n- This was not the original idea and I kept trying to fix it but kept straying further and just wanted an ending. Hopefully it turns out okay anyway and I'm just overthinking. Maybe we'll turn date day into a fic. Working on the original idea and something else I think will be A++

[solarwonux]

Crop Tops and Tattoos || Wonwoo

soccer player!Wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, shower sex, wonwoo soft!dom, oral sex (female receiving), friends with benefits, friends to lovers, public sex (kinda) I think that’s all. 

note: another repost I’m sorry lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, honestly I literally have like a bunch of works that literally take place in the same soccer!svt/college!svt universe but really have nothing to do with one another except for like 3 and they’re all spicy lol. Let me know if you’d want them and also enjoy this one and lmk your thoughts hehehe :)

masterlist

“W-What?”

“Come to my practice tonight.” You rubbed the sleep from your afternoon nap out of your eyes, listening to Wonwoo’s soft voice through the receiver. “I miss you, come to my practice tonight, we can hang out after.” Wonwoo all but begged, and you can almost picture the pout that was on his face.

“Woo, I can’t I have to finish my half of the group research project.”

“Perfect, I’ll help you. You’re my partner anyway. Please love, I just want to see you it’s been forever.”

“It’s been two days Woo.” You rolled your eyes sitting up on your couch, retreating your phone from your ear, checking the time, 7:30PM it read. So much for a thirty-minute nap, you sighed.

“Precisely why you should come to my practice…hold on a sec,” Wonwoo pulled the phone away from his ear and gave the lost student instructions to where the art history section of the library was located at. “Please, it will be worth it, I promise.” He whispered, cupping his mouth over the receiver, muffling his words a little making you laugh.

“I’ll think about it, get back to work.”

“Okay see you tonight.” He said a little too excited and hung up the phone, a wide smile appearing on your face, making your stomach perform a whole gymnastics routine in the process.

The relationship you and Wonwoo had was interesting, it had started off as mindlessly flirty with one another, graduated to ghost touches and during a hot summer’s day. Where the air conditioning in the library had leaked and instead of Joshua calling everyone to tell them to stay home, he had made sure everyone showed up. Or else. His exact words.

The touches and flirting had escalated to the point that Wonwoo had dragged you to the forgotten encyclopedia section of the library and pinned you against the dusty bookshelves.

Since then your relationship grew more to just sleeping with one another to let off some steam. He would hold your hand underneath the reception desk at the library, mindlessly drawing patterns and phrases onto your skin. He would walk you to class when he could, sometimes with a bubble tea in his hand, other times empty handed. If you were scheduled to close on days, he had an earlier shift, he would wait and walk you home holding you close while the two of you talked about your day. And as of recently, after sex he had started to spend the night, claiming he slept better with you by his side.

In your head Wonwoo was your boyfriend just without the label. It was also a conversation the two of you needed to have, but it was also one you feared because you didn’t want it to ruin it.

You ran through the gates of the soccer field and started up the steps of the aluminum bleachers, earning weird stares from the guys and girls that decided to attend SVT’s first soccer practice of the season. You sat down, out of breath, holding your bag close to your body as you tried your best to regulating your breathing. A reminder that maybe hitting the gym every once in a while, wasn’t such a bad idea, because clearly having mind blowing sex with Wonwoo wasn’t helping with building your stamina.

“Woo your girl’s here now you can finally start playing.”

“Get your head out of your ass Jun.” Wonwoo scoffed shoving Jun lightly, earning a laugh from the other boy. Wonwoo gazed over at you a knowing smile evident on his face and waved at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes grew wide as you took in his appearance.

Wonwoo had sworn to you that he would never wear his old jersey again, especially since Seungcheol and Jeonghan had deviously cut it up after their last game last season. Yet, here he was in all his glory. The shirt stopping just above his belly button, the sliver of his toned stomach peeking through and you felt the beat of your heart start to raise. You warily waved back, before placing your cold palm against your forehead trying to cool yourself down.

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, lifting his hand up and threaded it through his dark locks. His shirt riding up, exposing himself more and you felt the air leave your lungs. It was stupid, you have been seeing him in a lot less clothing for months and in every angle. But for some reason now as he stood boring his soft eyes into yours as Jihoon shouted commands to his teammates. The sweat dripping down the sides of his face, his glasses fogged up slightly due to the humidity and a knowing smirk adorning his face, teasing you. And you felt like you were about to burst.

“Hey, Woo, stop ogling at your girlfriend and get into position.”

“I like your shirt.”

“Hmm, yeah?” A devilish snicker fell from his lips as he pushed up against the cool tile wall. You nodded dragging your nails across the sliver of teasing skin, leaving red marks behind in their wake making Wonwoo shudder. “So sexy.” He groaned lowly pressing his lips onto yours forcefully, his hands snaking around your waist down to your ass giving it a squeeze making you gasp. He pulled away from your lips and trailed them down your neck. He swiped his tongue over your sweet spot earning him a whimper from you.

“You gonna let me fuck you in the locker room showers?”

“If you ask nicely.” You breathed out playing with the elastic waist band of his shorts. Wonwoo laughed against your neck and bit down before pulling away. “Can I fuck you in the locker room showers please?” He pouted playfully, grabbing your thigh and wrapping it around his waist.

“God Woo, yes.” You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer to you feeling his growing cock against your aroused pussy. “As you wish darling.” He mumbled pecking your lips repeatedly before pulling away from your body, making you whine at the loss of his body heat.

Wonwoo chuckled sinking down to his knees, your eyes hooded with pleasure, feeling the wetness between your legs grow. He left teasing kisses down your clothed thighs, his thumbs hooking underneath the waist band of your leggings dragging them along with him. “Woo my shoes.”

“I was getting there, you’re so impatient sometimes.” He mumbled sitting back on his knees tapping your calf silently telling you to raise your leg. “It’s your fault…how am I supposed to be patient when you always look so good.” You obliged watching as he slowly took of your shoe and throwing it outside of the shower stall along with your sock. He repeated the process with your other leg before attaching his lips against your clothed thigh and left gentle open-mouthed kisses up your leg.

“I guess it’s time I teach you how to be patient.” He smirked pulling down your leggings along with your panties in one go. He threw them aside, placing a kiss against your hip bone, where the small stick and poke infinity sign tattoo he had made after a long night of immoral rendezvous. “Still can’t believe you let me talk you into giving you this.” He mumbled giving it another kiss and stood up.

“I wanted a tattoo but didn’t want to experience the pain.”

“It still hurt you, I had to stop, that’s why it’s all crooked and unfinished.”

“But it’s my favorite.” You whispered, his dark lust filled eyes boring into yours as he slowly started to take off his shorts and underwear, exposing himself to you. No matter how many times the two of you slept together, the sight of his body always had your heart beating out of time. He was perfect, an Adonis carved out of marble and to your surprise he was all yours.

“Don’t take off your shirt.” You whispered reaching and grabbing a fistful of the cloth and pulling him to you. “I want you to fuck me with it on.” You eyed him, a teasing finger running down his chest. “You’re so naughty today.” He laughed grabbing your hand and moved it up to his lips kissing each of your knuckles his sensual gaze lingering on yours. You felt your breathing pick up, the heat trailing down your thighs. “Please touch me.” You whimpered pulling your hand away and taking your shirt of throwing it behind him.

“Not yet I need to shower, I’m all sweaty from practice.” He winked, his hand finding the shower handle and turning it. A gasp left your lips as you felt the cold start to coat your heated bodies. “Now behave princess.” He kissed you hard, running his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance in which you granted. His hips flirting with yours and all you wanted to do was get down on your knees and beg him to use you in any and every single way possible. He pulled away detaching the shower head sending you a wink before putting it against your clit. The harsh water jets sending a sweet wave of pleasure up your spine.

“You’re going to cum like this and then I’ll fuck you.” He mumbled, before sinking down on to his knees again. He kept the shower head in place and alternated in kissing your thighs. Desperate whimpers falling out of your mouth. Wonwoo hooked one of your legs on top of his shoulder and bit down on your thigh, sucking making you yelp. “Your body reacts so well to me.” He kissed up your thigh sucking another love bite next to your tattoo before pulling away, shifting the shower head slightly. The sensation sending a new wave of pleasure up your body making you moan.

“W-Wonwoo, mmm, please.”

“Please what?” He teased the sound of a smirk evident in his voice and you’ve never wanted to hit someone so badly before. “I-I need you please.” You cried out, the tip of his index finger teasing the entrance of your pussy. “Yeah…you need me baby?” He chuckled moving your arousal around coating his finger with it before pulling away and bringing it up to his mouth, moaning sinfully as he licked it clean

“Y-Yes need your fingers, or mouth anything p-please W-Woo.” You raised your hips trying to grind yourself against the water, searching for a release in every way you could. “I’ll give you what you want but you can’t touch me.” He tsked giving you a pointed look. You whined nodding your head grabbing onto the smoothness of the shower wall. He ran his hot tongue against the lips of your pussy, the sensation mixing with the coldness of the water sent shivers up your spine.

“You always taste so sweet.” He mumbled against you flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. Your mouth hanging open as your fingers itched to touch him and push him against you even further. “L-Let me touch you?” You breathed out your nails digging themselves into the skin of your stomach. He nodded against you repeatedly licking strides up your lips before attaching his mouth on your clit. By now the shower head was long forgotten as it fell from his hand, hitting the shower wall with a loud clank making you jump.

You threaded your fingers in his short hair tugging at the roots making him moan against you. He wrapped his arms around your ass pulling you closer as he lost himself eating you out like a starved man. “B-Baby I’m close.” You moaned arching your back against the wall as he lightly bit down on your clit and pulled away. He licked his lips savoring you and adjusted his round glasses earning a lighthearted laugh from you. “Don’t laugh or I won’t help you cum.” He grumbled pressing his index and middle fingers against your entrance and slowly sinking them into you immediately curling them up in search for your g-spot. A satisfied smile etching across his face as you moaned out the second he found it.

Wonwoo attached his lips onto your clit again, this time wasting no time and sucking on it roughly, his fingers moving inside you at a fast pace. The coil forming at the pit of your stomach, your hands tugging on his hair, your hips bucking against his mouth and fingers. He moaned feeling your clench around his fingers, giving him the motivation to pick of his pace, the pleasure getting too much for your body to handle and before you knew you came undone screaming out his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm, desperately licking up your release making your body twitch from the oversensitivity.

“You did so well baby.” He mumbled before pulling away, licking his lips moaning in approval as the remnants of your arousal hit his taste buds. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before pulling them out making you whine, missing the way they felt inside of you. He chuckled licking them clean before standing up.

“Think you can give me one more?” He asked giving your lips multiple pecks and then your cheeks. You laughed pushing his face away resting your tired body against the wall of the shower.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?” You crossed your arms in front of you holding up the towel Wonwoo had wrapped around your body. Wonwoo hummed handing you his extra t-shirt as well as the sweatpants you had left at his place weeks ago. How he knew to bring them along with him was beyond you, but you decided to save that question for another day.

“Why do the guys call me your girl.” You emphasized standing up from the bench and started getting dressed. Wonwoo closed his locker resting his back against it drinking you in slowly, making you feel a little insecure. “Jeonghan saw you leave my apartment one day and texted the group chat to share the tea.” He rolled his eyes using quotations around the last word of his sentence before pushing himself away from the locker. “Now the guys think we’re dating.”

“But you never corrected them?” You tugged his shirt over your head gathering your semi dry clothes and folded them. “Do you want me to correct them?” He placed his hand on your cheek moving your head gently to meet his eyes.

“I-I mean yeah, we aren’t dating you made it very clear that you weren’t looking for a relationship when this started.”

“I wish I could eat my words.” He whispered running his thumb over your swollen lips. “I think I’m past just wanting to fuck you; I want more.”

You felt the air leave your lungs; your cheeks heated up and you desperately searched for a new point of focus because the intensity evident in his gaze was overwhelming. “We should go, I need to finish my half of the project.” You picked up your drying clothes and your bag and rounded the corner of the bench you had been sitting at.

“You don’t want to be more?” Wonwoo caught up with you grabbing your free hand to stop you from walking and held it close to his chest. “I do, I’m just scared you’ll end up regretting it if we ever do try to be more.” You confessed trailing your eyes down his body and stopping at your interlocked hands.

“I won’t, you make me feel so good an—”

“Exactly, I make you feel good. All you’ve ever known is how it feels like to be with me naked. You don’t know what it’s like to actually be with me.” You pulled your hand away. A frustrated sigh spiraling out of his lungs as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Your worst habit is jumping to conclusions.” He mumbled lowly tugging at the roots of his hair. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it felt when you would do it to him, but that was something he would ever confess out loud. “I want to be with you in every way possible, I know what I said before and if I would take back my words I would because that was before I found myself falling for you.” Wonwoo closed the gap between the two of you holding you tightly. His confession had your mind running nonstop, the weight of his words making their way into your heart and finding a home. You hugged him tightly, burying your face into his chest. “Is that a yes?” Wonwoo asked confusion laced in his voice as he hugged you back running his hands down your back soothingly. You hummed nodding your head taking a whiff of his lavender body wash and somehow it felt like home.

“You can’t just say things like that so casually.” You groaned raising your head from his chest placing a kiss on his chin. “Give me a warning next time.”

“Would you have preferred reading the essay I wrote about it instead.”

“Wonwoo stop fucking around you didn’t do that.” You scoffed pushing away from him and started down the hallway to entrance of the locker room. “Yes, I did it’s fifteen pages long, I even used citations.” He yelled following you a few steps behind, the teasing tone in his voice made you doubt his word. But he did once write a whole essay on how Soonyoung was the worst co-captain in the history of co-captains because he had beat him in Mario Kart.

“You have two options I can read it for you tonight after you’re done with your half of the project or I can read it for you on your wedding day.” You choked on your saliva making him laugh. He patted your back gently before pushing open the door to the locker room.

“What the fuck Woo, our weddi—”

“Finally, we’ve been waiting out here for hours. I’m starving.” Hoshi exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air before starting down hallway. “I told you guys to leave.” Wonwoo sighed rolling his eyes and extended his hand for you to take.

“Half of us did once they heard you guys fucking.” Vernon shrugged shoving his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks started to heat up, you prayed to every god out there to do you a solid and open the ground up and have it swallow you whole. “And you guys didn’t?”

“Nah, you’re paying for dinner remember, plus we made a bet while we waited.” Vernon took two long strides over and placed his hand on top of Wonwoo’s shoulder. “I never expected you to have a daddy kink and now I lost fifty bucks to Jeonghan and Dino each, that’s a hundred in total.” He shook his head and walked away running to catch up with Hoshi.

“I don’t have a dad—”

“You know bathrooms have echoes right?” Dino pushed himself way from the wall and started walking away. “We heard the two of you loud and clear, so you can’t deny it, Jeonghan even took a voice note just in case you wanted to deny it.”

“Baby you’re going to have to visit me in jail cause I’m about to commit homicide.” Wonwoo placed a chaste kiss against your head and let go of your hand and charged over to Dino. He turned around laughing before running down the hallway leaving you behind with a smirking Jeonghan.

“Honestly, I just hope you guys disinfected the stall the two of you used.”

[kyun-toast]

[ATEEZ] as University Students

a/n: I love college AUs but I'm British so I thought I'd chip in w some painfully British uni lad ateez

Hongjoong

Besties w his tutor

Got his life down on lock

One of those ppl that are always on top of their work, have acc done the reading and gets good grades but is still rlly cool and has a social life ygm

But thats only bc he lives in the library

Has a designated seat and there's an unspoken rule amongst the students that that's HIS spot, nobody sits in it

Often seen napping at said library spot

So well dressed. He’s one of those students that always catches your eye around campus or lecture halls

Bc he’s just so well dressed for a uni student running on 0 hours sleep and red bull

Probs studies smth like joint honours music and philosophy

Also Vice President of smth like filmsoc

Friends with the baristas at Starbucks bc he’s just in there for caffeine all the time

We all aspire to be like student hj, just more sleep pls

Seonghwa

Voted most eligible bachelor amongst students

Famous around campus just for being so pretty

He’s one of those ppl you see on like the first day of uni and it’s an instant crush

But you’ll never be able to do anything abt it you just have to admire from the other side of the lecture hall

Actually speaks up in seminars bc he’s done the reading sat next to hongjoong in the library

He looks like he’d play tennis for uni and varsity tickets would sell like crazy bc so many ppl have crushes on that man

He’d bring his lil meal prep packed lunches to uni lol what a little sweetheart

Been pictured in the uni prospectus at least once

Hongjoong makes him go w him to freshers fair for his society to use as bait so he stands there handing out leaflets for a soc he’s not even part of

Yunho

Doesn’t know what’s going on half the time he’s just happy to be there

This is v evident in lectures. Professor could be going on and on in a stats class and he’ll just sit there smiling

His gaming setup takes up most of his room and is also where most of his money goes

Texts u at 4am like hey u wanna get pizza

And you know he’s up at that time bc he’s been gaming all night

Still gets good grades despite the fact that all he does is game?

You ask him how he does it and he’s just like idk?

You are perplexed.

All soft in cute jumpers and hoodies but one day you’ll see him suited up at a formal and wow heart eyes

Super fun at parties too, have u seen that man dance?

You have multiple videos of him twerking

Yeosang

That mysterious boy at the back of class that doesn’t speak a lot but whenever he does its always smth smart af

Types really loud on his macbook

Looks like he doesn’t have any friends

But outside of lectures he’s always w friends that look equally as mysterious and cool

No one on your course knows anything abt him

But you see him at a house party once and he’s just stuffing his face w food having a great time

Feel like his alcohol tolerance is super low

Two shots and he’s out cold

And then you’ll see him again at some niche soc social like basket weaving or smth

Works part time at a cool clothing store like allsaints or cos

Chicken shop connoisseur, knows the best places in town

San

Actually studies rlly hard, i can tell he always gives 110% on whatever he’s set his mind to

Soft student always in oversized hoodies, spinning pens, v enthusiastic and pays attention in lectures

But when hes w wooyoung oh man

The enabler, 110% attitude towards drinking too

Pours drinks w 80% alc 20% mixer

“my mother didn’t raise a quitter”

Type to sprint home from the club bc he doesnt wanna waste money on uber

Will make animal friends otw and bring them home

You wake up and come downstairs the next morning and theres just a pigeon in your living room

On the athletics team which is why he may find it instinctive to run home when he’s drunk

San would like for there to be a greggs on campus

Mingi

ALWAYS napping in lectures, seminars, during lunch, in the library, u name it

Knows the best spots for it tho.

You didn’t know there was a secluded spot w bean bags under the stairs at the back of the library until mingi told you

Never missed 9am lectures but will nap through them instead

Gets freshers flu every year and the cough lasts for months

You hear someone cough in the room over and ur like oh, well there’s Mingi

Gives you the best advice at 4am in the library

Also best cuddles

Studies smth like aerospace engineering but regrets it bc he didn’t know what he was getting himself into

Considers dropping out every exam season but always pulls through w good grades?

Wooyoung

Bnoc thats all i have to say

Has like 4k followers on ig

Always running around campus for no reason

Woo and san together at parties u know its going to be buck fckin wild

Always got ppl swooning over him but he just wants to have fun!

No time for relationships! Only alcohol!

When he studies tho? £3 meal deal and writes 2 sentences kind of guy

Business management OR marketing student I can feel it in my bones

The type to tell u funny stories in a silent library and it takes everything in u to stop laughing

Ppl will look over at you two and youre just holding your breaths on the verge of exploding

Security will kick u out at one point

Tight w the local kebab shop bossman

Jongho

Brings everything in a backpack to uni like a year 7

Need a hole punch? Ask jongho. Painkillers? Jongho. Assortment of multi coloured pens? Jongho

Writes the best notes

They're all colour coordinated in different folders for different modules

All the office ladies dote on him bc he’s so sweet

They all offer him tea and biscuits

Youngest but is the voice of reason in the group

Wy will be like do u wanna get drunk in the library

And jongho is like bro ur deadline is tomorrow are u ok

The type to be filming all the other guys when theyre up to some questionable stuff for the memories

Feel like he’d be on committee for whatever course he’s studying

I get pharmacy vibes from this boy

Got job offers lined up for when he graduates