#got scared away by my dog barking at my roommate

[myfriendtheghost]

goodnight pretty boy

[drvirgus]

can i request a one shot? only if ur comfortable nd want to though also this is my first time requesting something so sorry if it’s messy😭

my request:

so momo from twice with female reader pure fluff right so reader and mono are alr dating. momos dogs boo and dobby, boo being the one whose super energetic people call him a demon dog and wtv, reader has heard about momos dogs but never met them so twice invites them to the dorms for a movie or something and momos dogs are there nd ofc boo is barking, growling nd all that stuff. reader eventually arrives and boo meets reader nd basically boo likes reader and is calm with reader showing a side that twice haven’t seen from boo even from momo.

soooo sorry for it being long😞 it’s my first request ever!! also u don’t need to if ur uncomfortable with the request!!!💟

This request wasnt uncomfortable for me at all 🥰🥰🥰 Hopefully you like that

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Boo!

Momo X Reader

wc: 1,4k

Warnings: none

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Momo had always been embarrassed to introduce her dog to new people. He would constantly bark, pee, or just be a little devil. Maybe that was also the reason why she had never invited you over to her place, even though you have been together for over three months now. Momo always preferred to spend her time at your house. Your house was quite different from hers. It smelled good, was clean, and pretty tidy. To Momo, however, it was also quite minimalist, as her home was cluttered with things she never really used.

Despite Boo being a devil in dog's clothing, she loved him. She could never, in her life, give him or Dobby, her other dog, away. Clearly, one could see the drastic difference between the two dogs. Dobby was rather calm, friendly, and seemed to enjoy life. Boo was quite the opposite. Others would say he was on crack. He was much more playful, sometimes more aggressive, and above all, a bigger nuisance.

The other Twice members liked to make fun of this. Especially how Boo once peed on the youngest member's leg. Just like right now, as all the Twice members were making themselves comfortable in the Japanese member's living room. Dobby was lying relaxed on the couch while Boo ran around wildly.

From time to time, could hear his growling and barking until his claws hit the floor again as he took off. Momo sighed, "I'm inviting y/n," the eldest said. Momo's eyes widened as she saw the smartphone in Nayeon's hand. She laughed in panic, "No," Momo blurted out.

Nayeon hesitated and looked questioningly at her friend and roommate. "Why not?" Jihyo asked, causing Momo to look at their leader as well. A blush formed on Momo's cheeks. "I... don't want Boo to scare her off," the Japanese girl admitted, embarrassed.

All faces, except for Momo's and Nayeon's, looked the same. A stunned silence filled the room, only the sound of an Instagram reel playing repeatedly could be heard. At least until Tzuyu, the youngest of them, started to speak, "Y/n has never been here?" she asked, and Momo nodded hesitantly.

"Where do you guys hang out then?" Mina asked suddenly, also shocked by the realization that Momo's girlfriend had never seen her home. Momo looked at Mina, slightly annoyed, "At her place," she replied curtly. "We're always at her place," she added, causing the others to nod.

"And you leave this old lady alone with your demon dog?" Jeongyeon asked, laughing loudly as she immediately got a smack on the arm. "I'm not old!" Nayeon retorted indignantly, but everyone ignored her. Sana, who was mostly cuddling with Dobby, hummed a little tune. "Y/n is already on her way here," she suddenly said.

"What?"

"Oh yes, I forgot to mention. I invited y/n."

Momo stared in disbelief at the other Japanese member, who calmly played with her dog Dobby, holding his paws in her hands. Momo hesitated visibly until she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Come on. We've all accepted Boo. Y/n will too," Chaeyoung said. Her dimpels deepened as her smile grew wider.

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Momo was nervous. Her hand clung to the half-opened door as she forced a smile onto her face and looked at you. You smiled broadly at the black-haired girl, placing your hand on her hip and giving her a gentle kiss. "Hey," you whispered softly as you stepped into the house and took off your shoes before Momo could change her mind.

You knew Momo was scared. After all, you had tried several times to get into her house. But no matter how often you tried, you always ended up at your place. You knew why, as you had already talked about it. A smile appeared on your face as you turned to the beautiful Japanese girl and watched her close the door.

You heard quiet footsteps and claws scraping across the floor. Immediately, you looked down at both dogs. Of course, you had already seen videos of them and could tell them apart quite well. "This is Dobby," Momo began speaking quietly as she briefly pointed to the dog on the left. Shortly after, she pointed to the other dog and swallowed hard. "This is Boo."

You immediately started smiling as you looked at the two small dogs. You weren't afraid, no matter what anyone said about Boo. You had always been a dog lover anyway. Slowly but surely, you crouched down, resting your arms on your knees. "Hey," you said calmly. Dobby slowly approached you, while Boo suddenly jumped up and tried to climb onto your legs.

You sternly furrowed your brow. "No," you simply said, which made Boo perk up his ears. His tail, which had been wagging wildly, dropped to the floor in disappointment. A soft whimper escaped his snout. A small, satisfied smile appeared on your lips as you took his little head in your hand to playfully pet him.

You immediately stood up again to look at your somewhat surprised-looking girlfriend. "Come on. I heard my wife is here?" you asked, which earned you a playful slap on the arm. A loud laugh escaped your throat, and you started to playfully run away from the Japanese girl.

Somehow, you found your way into the living room, and without even saying hello, you hid behind the eldest and simultaneously your self-declared wife. Nayeon laughed as she looked up at Momo and then at you. "You have to sort this out yourself," Nayeon suddenly said as she stood up from her spot and walked away.

Your eyes widened as you watched Nayeon leave. Almost immediately, you got down on your knees and folded your hands together. "I have decided that she is no longer my wife."

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The hours passed. Everyone had already eaten and, of course, had something to drink. The loud laughter of your girlfriend echoed throughout the room, and the neighbors would surely complain about the variety of loud laughs they were hearing. Slowly but surely, each laugh died out, enveloping the room in a pleasant silence.

Dahyun raised her eyebrows as she lifted her hand. "Hey, guys. Do you hear that?" she asked, looking at each of us. You frowned in confusion. "What is it?" Sana asked, tilting her head to the side. "I don't hear anything," Mina chimed in.

"Exactly!" Dahyun exclaimed suddenly. Jeongyeon was the first to understand and immediately looked around the room. "Where is the demon?" she asked, prompting Momo next to you to look around as well. You looked at Jeongyeon quizzically. "Demon?"

The youngest member suddenly started laughing as she looked at you with an amused smile. "Boo. We haven't heard him in a while. The last time it was this quiet, he chewed up all our shoes," Tzuyu explained, and almost immediately, Chaeyoung jumped up and ran to the door where all the shoes were.

"Hm? Oh," you simply said as you continued to pet the dog's belly with your left hand. "He's here," you calmly pointed to your left. Boo was lying completely relaxed next to you, his belly exposed to you, his ears relaxed, and his eyes closed.

"That's Dobby. Boo is never this relaxed," Mina remarked, while Nayeon added, "Dobby is with me."

All the women stared at you in amazement with open mouths. Even Momo kept glancing over at you to check if it was indeed Boo. She did this repeatedly until she finally realized it. You smiled immediately upon recognizing the look in your girlfriend's eyes.

Contentment, happiness, love, and above all, relief.

"I love you so much," the Japanese girl whispered next to you as she leaned even closer, connecting your lips in a kiss. Jeongyeon playfully covered the youngest member's eyes, causing everyone to laugh. But you were in your own world. Your mouth opened a bit more as you deepened the kiss.

"Okay. Uh," Mina interjected awkwardly.

Momo's hand on your neck pulled you further into the kiss, and neither of you showed any sign of breaking it.

"We should go," Tzuyu suggested.

Your hand wandered to your girlfriend's thigh, gripping it more firmly and pulling her even closer to you.

"It was nice here... uh bye," the door closed behind them.

This was the moment Momo broke the kiss, but only for a few seconds to pull her T-shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. Immediately, you reconnected your lips for another kiss.

[godtier]

today we had a severe weather incident in my area. a tornadic storm ripped through our city. I knew that the weather forecast was calling for severe thunderstorms, but I hadn't realized it had been upgraded to a tornado warning.

my mom called me in a panic, telling me to get into the basement ASAP. she tends to overreact so I was like uh??? why??? and she said smth like "didn't you hear? didn't your cell send you a weather advisory warning? there's a tornadic storm west of here headed east and the winds are upwards of 40 mph!"

I checked the local news website and saw the meteorologist talking about how if we were in [area east of me], that now was the time to take lawn furniture inside or in a closed garage. but if you were in [my area], you had little time to get to coverage.

I hurried off the phone with my mom and had my roommate (she was working from home) come upstairs. I was focused, as I usually am in emergencies, and I was barking orders like a drill sergeant. help me move this. we have minutes to put this in the garage. hurry up, let's go.

our yard is broken up into a small area next to the side door and then a back lot, so we didn't have to move things very far to ensure they weren't launched into the house. we moved the lawn chairs away from the windows and into the garage, then it started to pour violently. I felt myself tense up badly. it felt wrong.

it felt familiar.

"get inside, now," I ordered. I could feel my throat tensing as the water whipped sideways. it was raining hard but the wind was so powerful that we were barely wet. it was whipping the rain away before most of it could hit the ground.

we got inside. she grabbed one cat (the sable tabby I posted pics of recently) and I grabbed my cat (my white calico). the dog was already in the basement, so we closed the gate leading downstairs and shuttled the cats into one of the rooms.

our tabby was crying. she never goes in the basement and was confused and scared since she also doesn't like being held. not to mention that she hates storms. my calico was equally confused, probably because she knows she's not supposed to be in the basement at all. the dog started whining.

I sat there with my calico, rigid, watching the lights flicker and listening to the wind shear through trees. we heard a loud BANG and CRACK, but we didn't dare go upstairs.

we sat down there for 40 excruciating minutes.

when the tornadic storm passed, we cautiously went upstairs to survey the damage. our walnut trees were stripped of a bunch of leaves and smaller branches, but no worse for wear otherwise. the buckeye tree was frazzled and tousled, its branches drooping. the large, old, probably dying elm tree in the front yard was unfazed somehow. the flag in the flag post was ripped straight out of it, strewn across the yard.

down the street, maybe four houses from us, an entire tree had been uprooted and lay strewn across the yard there. the magnolia trees were stripped entirely. some other smaller trees were sheared in half.

I didn't expect to be frazzled myself, not in the slightest. I figured I'd be something closer to that old elm, just shrugging it off like it was nothing. after all, I have endured far worse weather than a mere tornadic storm (not even a touched down tornado, just a storm that could produce one!) but for some reason, experiencing that level of intensity and urgency at such a rapid pace unlocked some sort of anxiety I didn't even know I had. or maybe forgot about? I don't really know.

I was very young when hurricane Andrew destroyed my hometown. somehow, our apartment complex was barely damaged, but most everything around us was either flattened or ripped through. I still remember the coconuts and other tropical fruit from the neighborhood fruit market strewn across the pavement, the tall and slender palm trees snapped like twigs or uprooted. the damaged cars, the boarded windows, the screaming birds. I remember my dad flipping our couch over and creating a barrier for me and my brother to hide under. my mom tried to calm us by saying it was like camping or something. I remember the radio blaring and slowly getting drowned out by the sound of rain and ungodly winds.

I still don't understand how our building survived. being huddled under that couch is probably why I feel such comfort in enclosed spaces. as a kid, I think I must have believed that being burrowed under that piece of furniture protected me. I know I had fallen asleep.

it feels dramatic to have had such a visceral reaction to such a (comparatively) minor event. but I do wonder if my parents felt the way I did then, whereas my cat was simply confused as to why we were huddled downstairs, falling asleep in my arms.

but when the storm passed, I was shaking with leftover adrenaline, nauseated and unstable. my legs felt like gelatin for an hour after the fact.

and as I lay here, trying to figure out why I can't wind down for bed, I feel pathetic. I can't say that this reaction stemmed from a childhood fear. I don't remember being afraid. I remember feeling safe, if confused and perplexed, under that couch.

but maybe it's because I now know that a mere couch wouldn't actually do much to save me in a catastrophic storm. that it was an effective placebo and my family was simply very lucky.

and I still feel sick.

[theantiproduct]

SO

[scott-mccall-the-hot-girl]

my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

[winged-unicorn-trash-can]

[Audio Script] This Apartment is Ghost Friendly [M4A] [F4A][A4A][Ghost] [GhostSpeaker] [BlindListener] [Sweet] [Wholesome] [Stranger to Friends]

Storyline:

Welp, you are dead. Life sure is a witch and a half. You've been stuck in your apartment for years ever since you passed. And the truth is, you can go to the next life anytime you want. What's stopping you? ... you can't remember how you died...

So you took up the past time of haunting. Things don't get boring since you chase off tenants monthly, and new ones keep coming, thinking they are getting a steal every time they see the rent price. Plus, you have other spooky specter neighbors to talk to.

One day the movers return with boxes, and it looks like you might have a new roommate! But as you watch them, you realize they are blind…and yet, somehow…they can see you!?!

Rules:

[ Not a rule, but I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes you may find ]  

-Give credit to me, please, and thank you (Mystic Grove Audio)

-This script is free to use for monetization

-You can improvise and add things if you wish, like if you like a script but it seems to be tailored to a certain gender: change it so it fits what you like! But please, still give credit

-You can share the script outside of Archive, but again, please give credit

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-Have fun!

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[Muffled city sounds as movers walk around and shift boxes around]

Leon/Lilly:   [Humming or whistling a part of the song "Two Beds, Two Baths and a Ghost" by Bug Hunter, ghostly sounding voice effect as they talk]  Hate to see you boys go….but I guess I'll see you in a few months when the new tenants come in

[Doors shut as the last mover leaves the apartment]

Leon/Lilly:  Maybe Jay-Jay and I should place bets this time; bet I can scare this new guy in half the amount it took those old coots from before.  [Pause]  Old people are just a drag to haunt  [In a mocking old tone]  Oh, what a drafty window we have…Those kids upstairs better stop with that noise, or I'm calling the cops!.... When did I spill red paint in the bathtub?  [Back to their normal voice]  It's like, get a clue!

[Door opening]

Leon/Lilly:  Oh! That must be them.

[Dogs come running in along with some human footsteps. The dog starts to bark]

Leon/Lilly:  Well, well, it's been a while since a dog has been in here  [Pause ,  then talking to the dog while it is still barking at them]  Yes pup…keep barking away at me~ All your owner will see is nothing but air! Haha.  [More barking]  Now, now…come on, you little dummy, your owner is going to think you've gone crazy! You are a sweet-looking pup, I'll give you that, and that vest you got on makes you look pretty dapper. Wish I could pet you...but I doubt my ghost fingers would feel good for an ear scratch.  [Pause]  I don't think it would feel like anything really...

[Doggo walks away as Listener starts walking around]

Lilly/Leon:   [Confused]  Did the new tenant just laugh? That was... weird. Maybe they just remembered a funny joke? Or do they think their dog going crazy over a lamp is funny [Disgruntled ]  Don't tell me they're one of those nuts that want their butt to be haunted! If that's the case, then try this on for size!

[Lilly/Leon makes a box slide across the floor, the dog barks, and the Listener trips over the box and lands on the floor with a thud ]

Lilly/Leon:   [Sharp intake of air]  Ooo, that looked like it hurt. Why didn't they avoid that box? They didn't even try to step out of the way. It was right in front of them, and they literally walked toward it!  [Pause]  Oh yeah, that's going to bruise  [Pause]  Wait... a dog with a vest, one of those white walking sticks...clearly lacking in awareness of their surroundings.  [Realizing their horror and shame]  Oh my god, they're blind  [Pause]  I am such a freaking asshole.

[Listener speaks]

Lilly/Leon:   [Softly repeating]  Yes...you...are...  [Confused]  Did...did they just say yes?  [Pause]  They...they just said yes. Their faces suddenly pale, and they looked over at  [Pause]  Me?... Wait, wait, wait! You can see me!? You can hear me!?

[Listener starts to walk away]

Lilly/Leon:  They turned away way too fast.  [Starts to follow Listener]  Hey! Hey!! I got something to ask you!  [Listener ignores]  Wait! You can see me! I just...I just want to know why? Or how!?  [Still being ignored]  Can you just look at me, please? Please!  [Getting desperate]  It's been years since I died, and you're the first person I've met who can see me, so please just look at me. Please!!  [Angery]  STOP IGNORING ME; IM HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE!!!

[Something breaks and shatters, and the dog starts barking and howling up a storm before stopping after a bit]

Lilly/Leon:   [Sounding a little regretful]  Well...I scared them really good this time.  [Sighing and taking a beat]  I'm sorry...okay? I'm sorry. I just got a little excited and-

[Listener speaks]

Lilly/Leon:  Uh... angry?... Yeah, I'm sorry I got mad at you, and I'm sorry I...uh, broke some of your stuff.

[Listener speaks]

Lilly/Leon:  Okay, yes! I'm sorry that I chucked that box at you! But in my defense, I didn't know you were blind!

[Listener speaks before they start walking away]

Lilly/Leon:  I…Wait!! Wait!  [Desperate and truthfully]  I'm sorry, Okay? It's just…when you're dead, there isn't much to do. It's boring, and sometimes you just want to have some fun. But I know that doesn't excuse… I'm sorry, I don't hurt people on purpose  [In a softer voice but lower voice],  unlike some ghosts.  [Pause]  Most of the time, living people don't even know we're here; if they subsect, they'll try to get in contact. But after a while, they all just forget and move on . [In an amazed tone]  But you know, you know, and you can see me! How is that even possible? I heard about it while alive but didn't even think it was real. Hell, I didn't even think ghosts were real, either. Were you born with it? Or did you get it when you became blind? Did you become blind? I assume so because of the scarring around your eyes-

[Listener cuts them off and starts to walk away again with their doggo]

Lilly/Leon:  You don't want to talk about it? Hey! Hold on! We don't have to talk about it! We can talk about anything, ask me anything! Please, I just want to pretend that I'm alive and just … speak to someone.

[Listener asks if there aren't other ghosts to talk to?]

Lilly/Leon:  Aren't there other ghosts? Oh, this apartment is full of them. Jay-Jay is a few doors down; she's pretty fun! A speakeasy owner during the 1920s, there's a secret door to her underground bar in her old apartment, but no one's found it yet. Just don't place bets with her; I think she cheats. Then there's Mr. Courtae, some old landlord from the 50s. He's okay, but he still keeps asking us ghosts for rent… it's kinda annoying.  [Pause for thinking]  Humm… there's also Marigold, and I hope you aren't afraid of little ghost girls because she is one. The apartment was a manor house back in the 1800s, believe it or not.

[Listener speaks]

Lilly/Leon:  Yeah, this apartment is like a time capsule filled with dead people from every era!  [Laugh]  But they don't make good conversation.

[Listener asks why]

Lilly/Leon:  Why? Uhh…how can I explain this…uhhmm...Us ghosts are like memories; we "live" in our past, for lack of a better term. Some more than others. How we see the world of the living is like through a blurry window. We see shapes moving, but we can never make it out; I know the world is changing, but I can't grasp it. Every time I try to…it just slips by. So we just stick to what we know…and what we know is the past.  [Pause]  There are only so many times you can hear a story about a shootout with 1920s gangsters until it gets boring.

[Listener says it sounds like how they see the world]

Lilly/Leon:  That's…how  [Pause]  You say that's how you see the world? Why would you say that? Don't tell me you're an old emo kid. I had my fill of that lifestyle in middle school [ Laughs for a second]

[Doggo Barks]

Lilly/Leon:   [Then remembers that Listener is blind]  Oh…shit… .[Starts to be very apologetic]  Sorry, Sorry! I forgot that…I am so sorry! I'm acting like such a jackwagon right now!

[Listener says it's okay]

Lilly/Leon:  It's okay? So we are cool?  [Laughing a little, before it slowly dies off]  Good...good  [Pause]  Before I forget, there is another ghost I should warn you about…We call them  [Tone drops a little]  The Attic One….

[Listener laughs]

Lilly/Leon:  Why are you laughing?  [Starts to laugh a little, too]  Okay, the name is super dramatic, but we have no idea who or what they are. Marigold knows more about them than any of us, but she doesn't like to talk about it. What I do know is that they are the oldest ghost here, and they stay up in the attic, never leaves that place, and HATEs it when we enter their space….they hate it even more, when someone living goes up there; I'm talking full-on scratching, pushing, and wanting to hurt you kinda temper.

[Listener asks a question]  

Lilly/Leon:  Have I been up there before?  [Unsure]  I think so … when I was alive, but when I try to think about it...I feel sick…which is something we ghosts aren't supposed to feel. We don't feel pain or anything for that matter.  [Stressed sounding]  But every time I try to remember the attic or how I died, I just get this….awful feeling, and things get so fuzzy to the point where these feelings somehow force me into the Fade.

[Listener asks a question]

Lilly/Leon:  Oh, the Fade is where ghosts who can't pass on go every once in a while. You could say it's like we are sleeping, but we aren't. You fade from the living realm and just go somewhere where you don't even know you're dead because you aren't anywhere. We kinda stop existing… [Bitter joy/sadness tone of voice]  it's nice…  [Pause, then speaks in a sadder tone]  Could…uhm, Could we talk about something else? It can be about anything….just not about….death… [Bitter]  I'm sick of death, and we ghost aren't supposed to feel sick,  [Weak chuckle]  Ya know? We aren't supposed to feel anything…

[Doggo gives a soft, sad whine. The Listener says yes]

Lilly/Leon:  Thanks…

[Listener asks for Lilly/Leon's name]

Lilly/Leon:  Ah…right; since you'll be living with a ghost that you can see and talk to, I guess that makes me a roommate who you won't be able to count on when it comes to paying half the rent…but a roommate nonetheless. Lilly/Leon, that's my name. What's yours…and what's your furry helper's name too? They are technically a roommate as well, you know.

[Listener answers and doggo gives a happy bark]

Lilly/Leon:  Nice to meet you, properly...I guess?  [To the doggo]  And nice to meet you too, Gingersnap.

[Listener asks a question]

Lilly/Leon:  You want me to help you with something? Uh..sure, I mean, I can try…I guess

[Listener asks them to move some boxes, tables, and chairs]

Lilly/Leon:  You want me to use my spooky ghost powers to- hang on!  [Sounding a little offended]  It's not just "Spooky Ghost Powers"! It takes a lot of energy to perform what we Ghosts can do, and you can't even comprehend how hard it is to control! Get too emotional while a living person is nearby, and BOOM! Guess who joined the dead people club! Use too much energy, and you force yourself into the Fade! It is a very high form of telekinesis that-

[Listener cuts them off and responds]

Lilly/Leon:   [Repeating what Listener said]  That… I've used to mess with people… [Trying to come up with a comeback]  Okay…the thing is….you know… it's not like…what I meant by it  [Pause]  FINE!! I'll move your stupid table!!

[Sound Effect of furniture being moved around]

Lilly/Leon:  [Mumbling to themselves as they move stuff around: improve if ya like]  … I'm a ghost…. I'm dead….and now I'm a housekeeper? I can't even get paid for this...I don't even care that they're blind…I throw another box at their stupid smug face…. it's not spooky ghost powers…

[Doggo Barks are something falls in the kitchen]

Lilly/Leon:  Are you okay?!?

[Listener says yes, they are just trying to find mugs]

Lilly/Leon:  Do you want my help finding your mugs? No offense, but your backing system is kinda a mess…

[Listener says no, they are good]

Lilly/Leon:  Okay, I'll just wait here then…I finished moving your table and stuff; it should be easier to get around now.

[After a moment, the Listener and doggo come back into the room]

Lilly/Leon:   [Trying to gently guide Listener in]  Yup, careful…just…just take a step to your left…nope other-yeah! There ya go, perfect.  [Pause]  Whatcha make? Coffee? Having a friend coming over or something? Want me to freak them out?! Ha…. kidding.

[Listener says the other mug is for Lilly/Leon, as they set the cups down on the table]

Lilly/Leon:   [A little unsure]  That mug is for me? Uh…ha, yeah…Remember that whole conversation where I mentioned I was a ghost?

[Listener says to pretend]

Lilly/Leon:  Well, yeah, I did say I just wanted to pretend I was alive for a little bit  [Pause, then a little more cheerful sounding]  Alright then; let's pretend.  [Softer]  Thank you.

[Listener asks a question]

Lilly/Leon:  How was my day?  [Pause]  My day was  [Pause]  good…yeah, my day was pretty good!

The End

[jeonsjiddies]

you found me | myg (m)

⏤  Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⏤  Genre: smut, fluff ⏤  Word Count: 5.5k ⏤  Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m recieving), nightmare, 

⏤  Summary: When you found a fluffy dog during your evening outing, you didn’t realize you’d also be finding the love of your life.

- for the yoongi to my jimin @sugaflake​ and special thanks to @excusemin​ for beta-reading!

Part of my Milestone Celebration Event! Check out the other fics here.

Holly had been gone for days and Yoongi... was not okay. He’d scoured the city, put up posters, called every animal shelter and pound within a fifty mile radius. To put it simply, Yoongi was losing his damn mind. If only that stupid wild rabbit hadn’t hopped across the lawn when Yoongi had let Holly out to go to the bathroom, none of this would’ve happened. Holly usually didn’t require a leash just to use the restroom so Yoongi hadn’t been worried when he’d let him out.

He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings, because Holly’s ears had perked up, his whole body going still before he darted off, chasing the rabbit. Yoongi had tried to run after him but had quickly lost sight of him, and it didn’t help that the sun had been setting when he’d let him out and the dark chill of the night had already taken over the warm summer breeze. 

Yoongi walked the streets for hours, calling out Holly’s name with a flashlight in hand. He brought the pup’s favorite treats, favorite toy, trying to lure him out had he been hiding somewhere, but his beloved pet was nowhere to be found. Yoongi was gutted, wondering if someone had abducted Holly, if he’d been run over, if something terrible had happened to him. What if he’d fallen down the draining system and was stuck, cold and scared and alone?

Yoongi didn’t sleep that night, or the nights thereafter, laying awake and constantly checking the local Facebook community pages, the lost pet websites, and the animal shelter sites, hoping for any sign of his baby, but it seemed like any attempt at a reunion was slowly becoming futile. Running out of ideas after searching the same empty streets for the 100th time, Yoongi felt hopeless.

He drowned his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey and far too much takeout for one person, his eyes traveling over to Holly’s dog bed, his favorite toy laying untouched inside of it. His eyes drifted to the many pictures of Holly he had framed around his apartment. Yoongi hung his head, feeling like he’d lost a piece of himself and feeling useless for being unable to bring Holly home. He sighed with a shaky exhale, willing the tears not to fall. That was when his doorbell rang.

You sat at a cute little café, enjoying the cool evening air and watching the sun slowly dip down into the horizon while you nibbled on your food halfheartedly. You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t ready to go home to your quiet, empty apartment. Your roommate and best friend had just moved out, opting to move in with her boyfriend instead, and you didn’t know how to handle the silence with her gone. You’d tried inviting a few friends to dinner, but everyone had been busy, so you sat alone on the patio of the small café with your sandwich, watching the birds.

Your pleasant thoughts were interrupted when you felt something press against your leg, and looked down to see a small, brown, fluffy dog had hopped up, pressing his tiny little paws into your skin. He whimpered pathetically, giving you his best puppy eyes and licked his lips, his eyes darting to your food. His tail wagged as you picked him up and sat him in your lap, even though he was dirty, his fur beginning to mat in a few places and he was covered in dried mud.

“Omg, hi little guy!” you cooed.

The small dog panted, his tongue sticking out and he seemed thirsty so you poured some of your water into your hand and allowed him to lap it up, then gave him a bite of your grilled chicken sandwich. He seemed to inhale the small taste of chicken, then sniffed at your plate. You just scooted it closer to the edge and let him have it. You scratched his head affectionately while he ate, then found under his fluffy fur was a collar, stating his name was Holly.

You giggled at the name, thinking it was cute for a boy dog, and you were glad he had a home, if not a little disappointed. You were more than willing to take the sweet pup in, especially after he’d finished eating and licked your cheek in a thank you and cuddled up in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked his back while you looked up the address on his collar. It wasn’t far. You decided you’d walk him there, his owner was probably missing him.

You dialed the number listed on the collar to alert the owner you were on the way, but it immediately went to voicemail and you ended the call with a frown. Sighing, you stood, leaving money for the food and tip, then carried Holly down the sidewalk, using your phone to navigate you. 

Holly didn’t squirm or try to leave your grip, he was simply along for the ride, panting heavily and sniffing the air as you walked, nearing a large apartment complex with a minimalistic design that looked very fancy. You entered the front door and took the elevator to the third floor, locating apartment 3C, and knocking gently.

You heard some clattering and some grumbling before the door swung open, revealing a blonde man in sweatpants, a scowl resting on his (quite attractive) face until he looked up and saw Holly.

“HOLLY!” he screamed, grabbing the dog from you and hugging him tightly, pressing kisses all over his face while Holly barked and wagged his tail excitedly, wiggling in the man’s arms and attempting to lick his face.

“Oh my god you’re okay! Where were you?! I was going crazy, I looked everywhere!” he whined, holding the dog up to his face as if he could give him any real answers, then held him close to his chest and hugged him.

Your quiet giggle seemed to remind him that you were there and his eyes darted over to you and he engulfed you in a hug as well, Holly pressed between your chests as he held you against him. Even with Holly inbetween you, you could feel the man’s body heat and his hips pressing against yours, and sparks shot clear to your fingertips.

“Thank you so much! Oh my gosh. I have missed him so much.”

“He is a very good boy, I can see why you missed him,” you smiled after taking a step back from him, attempting to put distance between you and clear up your foggy mind.

“Oh, the reward! You probably want the reward,” he spoke more to himself than you as he looked around for something.

“Reward? No. I just wanted to return your dog,” you shrugged.

“You don’t want the reward?”

“No.”

“Then how can I repay you?”

“You don’t have to?”

He stopped searching, turning to look at you, confusion written all over his face, Holly held in his tight grip.

“You don’t want anything?”

“No?”

“Well… would you at least stay for dinner? I would really like to thank you somehow and I ordered way too much Chinese takeout to drown my sorrows,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

 “What did you order?” you peeked past him, your stomach growling at the smell.

“General Tso’s and Chicken Chow Mein,” he offered sheepishly.

“Oh that sounds so good, since someone,” you sent the dog a pointed look with a smile, “ate my chicken sandwich.”

“I’m so sorry!” Yoongi immediately apologized.

“Oh no, I gave it to him of my own free will,” you smiled reassuringly.

“Well I definitely owe you dinner now. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”

Yoongi set Holly down, gently patting his head before walking over to wash his hands and open the fridge, pulling out a water once you’d requested one, and walking over to you. He sat beside you on his plush couch, offering you some chopsticks and letting you pick your entrée. 

“Thank you for dinner… what’s your name?” 

You glanced over at the attractive man to your right, his ears turning pink at the tips.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” he extended his hand out and you took it in yours, that same zing of electricity shooting through your body, and you struggled to suppress the shiver.

“Nice to meet you Yoongi, I am Y/N.”

“Thank you so much for bringing Holly home, I was going insane without him. I thought he was gone forever…” Yoongi trailed off with a sigh, “you don’t know how thankful I am for you.”

“It was my pleasure, I even got free food,” you joked, sticking your tongue out.

Yoongi seemed to relax then, laughing along with you as the two of you ate and talked.  He was actually super funny and smart, telling you all about his life, his passions, and listening when you spoke. Yoongi told you he liked to rap and produce music, and had even let you listen to a couple of his songs. They were absolutely fantastic. He was extremely talented and you had no qualms with letting him know that, enjoying the way he’d look down with his hand on the back of his neck, tips of his ears tinted pink as he mumbled his gratitude.

You found him endearing, slowly being less intimidated (though not less affected) by his gorgeous appearance, since he was so humble and approachable once you got past his steely (gorgeous) face. Holly had taken it upon himself to snuggle in between the two of you, nestled up against your thighs and using both of you for warmth. You smiled fondly, reaching down to stroke his fur at the same time Yoongi had, your hands brushing and both of you pulling away quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. You glanced away and looked up at the clock, noticing it had been hours, though it had only felt like a few minutes.

“Oh wow, it’s getting late,” you slowly stood from the couch, your gaze shifting to Yoongi, “I should probably head home. Thank you for dinner.” 

“Yeah, I should probably give this one a bath. Thank you so much for bringing him home.” 

“Of course. I’ll see you later?” 

You bit your lip and prayed you didn’t sound as hopeful and needy as you felt. You wanted to see Yoongi again. You wanted to see his cute, gummy smile, hear his melodic laugh. You liked the way you felt around Yoongi, warm and free. Yoongi nodded enthusiastically, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it over to you. Your fingers brushed as you took it, an involuntary shiver running down your spine before you typed in your contact information and bid him a goodnight, giving Holly one last head pat before you left.

Once you’d arrived home and changed into your pajamas, you laid in your bed, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You leaned over and checked your phone, seeing a text from an unsaved number.

Unknown [9:04pm]: Hope you made it home safe?

You smiled to yourself, saving Yoongi’s number before replying.

You [9:18pm] I did, thank you for checking.

Yoongi [9:20pm] Good. I’m glad. Sweet dreams, Y/N. 

You definitely had sweet dreams, filled with the sweetest smile and the most musical laugh you’d ever heard

Months went by and Yoongi had slowly become your best friend. You’d begun hanging out sporadically, but the more you got to know each other, the more time you spent together, (and the more the butterflies in your stomach began to swirl around any time the man smiled your way), until you were at Yoongi’s apartment more often than your own. You’d even left a toothbrush and a change of clothes there, as the two of you often got distracted and didn’t notice the time, having too much fun together, and Yoongi would encourage you to just sleep on the couch. 

You’d spend those nights with Holly cuddled up to your side, keeping you warm while you talked and joked with Yoongi about anything and nothing at all, which only served for your heart to continue to constrict from how deeply you had begun to feel for the sweet man.

As per usual, Yoongi was participating in some playful banter with you whilst the two of you continued to ignore the serial killer documentary you’d put on.

“I swear, that’s what I always called them growing up!” 

“Y/N, I have literally never heard that before in my entire life. Never in my 28 years of existing have I heard someone call a walk-in clinic a doc in a box,” Yoongi scoffed incredulously. 

“Well, that’s what my mom called them, what my grandma called them. Doc in a box, stop and rob, hairdryer cops-”

“What the fuck is a hairdryer cop?!”

“You know, the ones on the motorcycles? Their helmets look like the hairdryer caps at the salon!”

Yoongi leaned forward, placing the back of his hand on your forehead with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Are you sick? Do you have a fever? You’re clearly hallucinating.”

“Oh fuck off, Min. You’re just jealous you didn’t get to call gas stations stop and robs,” you huffed, shoving him away from irritation and also to put some distance between the beautiful man and your racing heart.

“Why would I ever want to?”

“Don’t be so mainstream, Yoongi,” you teased with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes and catch sight of the clock on the wall.

“Oh crap, it’s midnight,” Yoongi gasped.

“Ugh, I have work tomorrow,” you whined.

“Stay here tonight, I’ll drive you in the morning,” he shrugged.

You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, knocking him off balance and sending him backwards on the couch, and squished his cheeks between your hands.

“Thank you, you’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah, now get off me,” he playfully shoved you away and stood, fixing his sweater.

“Goodnight, Yoongiiiiiiiii.” 

“Goodnight, pain in my rear,” he winked at your feigned offense before walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

You snuggled up to Holly on the couch, listening to the soft whir of the air conditioner, and slowly fell asleep, warm and content. That was… until the nightmare started. 

You walked into Yoongi’s apartment uninvited, as usual, having become so accustomed to being there that you didn’t even knock anymore. You had his favorite pizza in hand as you leaned down to pet Holly, who let out a hostile growl when you got too close, baring his teeth and backing away from you. You watched him quizzically, wondering why the typically affectionate animal had become so angry.

You shrugged it off and set the pizza down on the counter, walking down the hall towards Yoongi’s bedroom and giving a quick courtesy knock before entering. You stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes landed on Yoongi’s bare backside as he pistoned his hips in and out of some woman you’d never seen before, her high pitched moans so loud you wondered how you hadn’t heard them before you entered.

You tried to shut the door before they saw you but Yoongi whipped around, fire in his eyes that were directed right at you, making you feel about two inches tall. You apologized profusely, backing up with your hands in the air before shutting the door and bolting down the hallway, attempting to flee his apartment as quickly as possible. Holly darted out in front of you, barking ferociously as though you were some sort of threat, an intruder.

“What the hell, Y/N?! Why would you come barging into my house like that?”

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought we could do pizza night like usual, I didn’t know you had company,” you floundered, stumbling over your words as Yoongi glared at you from his space by the couch, his shorts haphazardly thrown on his body.

“You don’t fucking live here, you’re not my girlfriend, you’re nothing to me! I’m so sick of you coming around whenever you feel like it. Thanks for bringing my dog home, but he’s safe now. I don’t need you anymore,” Yoongi seethed, getting right up in your face.

“But… but you’re my best friend…” you whimpered.

Yoongi let out a harsh, condescending laugh.

“Best friend?! You’re not my best friend, you're nothing. I was bored and you were there, but now I don’t need entertainment. You can go. For good.”

“Yoongi…”

“You’re so fucking pathetic. Can’t you just leave? I don’t want you here,” he hissed, pointing towards the door, “get the fuck out.”

“Yoongi, please-”

“Just stay away from me, you freak!”

You woke up gasping for air and clutched Holly close to your chest, him giving a quiet, frightened yip at your unexpected action. You stroked his head softly, your whole body shivering as you tried your best to shake off the fear that seemed to chill you straight through to your bones. You took deep breaths, turned the light on, and drank a glass of water but nothing was putting you at ease. 

You glanced down the hallway towards Yoongi’s room, wondering if he’d be annoyed if you woke him up. You slowly tip-toed your way towards his bedroom door and cracked it open slowly, attempting to make minimal amounts of noise. The light from the hallway barely illuminated the room but it was enough for you to see Yoongi’s sleeping form, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. You smiled to yourself. 

You didn’t want to disturb him, and you wanted to go back to the couch, you really did. But you just couldn’t shake the images of the fire in his eyes. You needed to know Yoongi was okay, that he didn’t really hate you. You snuck into the room, sitting gently on the edge of Yoongi’s bed. You watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, your gaze shifting to his serene face.

Before you could think better of it, you reached out and gently stroked the side of his cheek, letting the tip of your finger run along his smooth skin and feel its warmth. Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t move. Still, you froze, waiting for him to settle before you continued. You brushed his hair out of his eyes gently, and nearly screamed when a hand softly wrapped around your own. You glanced down and saw Yoongi’s eyes open, though fluttering with the strain to remain that way.

“Y/N?” he asked groggily.

“Hey, sorry, I uh… couldn’t sleep,” you trailed off, looking away and willing your voice not to crack.

But it did. Yoongi slowly shuffled into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his fists before placing his attention on you. He watched the way your shoulders slumped and you avoided eye contact, taking slow, shaky breaths.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” you sighed, twirling your fingers around each other.

“It’s not if it’s got you this worked up. Come on, talk to me,” he urged, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothing patterns.

You could feel the warmth of his skin soaking through your shirt and your body relaxed from the slightest touch from him. You sighed and turned to face him, biting your lip nervously.

“I had a dream that you… that something really bad… and I just… I tried not to be a baby about it, I mean I’m not a child, I can handle a bad dream, but it just felt so real and I…” you choked on your words, a single tear slipping from your burning eyes.

Yoongi pulled you into his body wordlessly, allowing you to fall apart on his shoulder. He held you close, though that was seemingly unnecessary given the way you were clinging onto him for dear life, as though he’d disappear if you let go.You were certain that if either of you pulled away, for even a moment, that you would fall apart and be nothing but debris stuck in the carpet of Yoongi’s bedroom.

Yoongi let you cry, slowly rocking your body back and forth along with his to soothe you, rubbing gentle shapes into your back, stroking your hair, and humming softly until you went lax in his hold, your body weight pressing into his chest. Your deep, even breathing told him you’d fallen asleep, likely exhausted from the toll your emotional breakdown had taken on your body. Yoongi slowly maneuvered you so that you were laying beside him, careful not to wake you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, if only to make you feel safe. At least, that's what he told himself.

Waking up without Holly tucked into your arms felt strange, but waking up next to Yoongi felt… right. Yoongi still had an arm wrapped around you, and you were snuggled into his warm chest. You felt safe, happy. You sighed with content and flipped over before you snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his chest. Yoongi groaned sleepily, turning onto his back and pulling you with him so that you could lay on his chest more comfortably.

Yoongi didn’t open his eyes, but his voice came out low and a little rough and entirely too enticing when he asked you, “How are you feeling?” 

“Better, thank you. I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me,” you sighed, fiddling with a stray thread on his shirt.

“Don’t apologize, you were scared and needed comfort. There’s nothing wrong with that. I will always keep you safe, Y/N. Now that you’re awake and calm… do you want to talk about it? You seemed really upset.”

You sighed, sitting up and facing Yoongi, who also sat up, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look, quiet and patient, waiting for you to speak.

“I just… I had this terrifying dream that something awful had happened to you and it felt so real.. And I just couldn’t stop picturing it, losing you, and I can’t lose you, Yoongi. You’re my best friend, my rock, you’re everything to me. You are where I go when I’m sad, when I’m scared, when I’m happy. You’re my favorite person in the entire world and I can’t imagine a world without you in it. I don’t want to imagine a world without you in it, and I don’t think I could survive one. I just…” you trailed off with a sigh, hanging your head and willing the tears forming not to fall.

“You’re always there, to comfort me, to celebrate with me, and I love doing those things for you too. I guess it just smacked me in the face with how important you really are to me and how much I appreciate you and need you in my life.”

Yoongi’s face softened even more at your words, and he reached out to wipe away the stray tear that had escaped your watering eyes.

“I promise, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he grinned when you giggled at his attempt at a joke, “and I feel the same way. I’m so glad you’re in my life, Y/N. You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. I didn’t realize there was a missing piece in my life until you showed up. You didn’t just find Holly that day, you found me too. I didn’t even know I was lost.”

You were at a loss for words, watching Yoongi’s eyes swim with an emotion you couldn’t name, neither of you daring to look away, seemingly caught in a trace, bound by the spell of each other’s presence. Without realizing it, or maybe it was subconscious, you’d both begun to lean closer like magnets. Your souls drawn to each other, no longer able to fight the connection, the pull to be closer. 

Yoongi’s eyes flickered to your lips in a silent plea for permission, and you gave the faintest of nods, closing the gap yourself and pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. His soft, sweet lips pressed against your own felt like coming home, and you couldn’t get enough. You shifted closer, putting more pressure on the kiss and Yoongi wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.

The kiss deepened, the two of you working together to explore each other, hands roaming, tongues dancing, hearts beating in sync. You pulled away, barely a hair away and rested your forehead on his, your breathing shallow and labored.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I think I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful, so kind, so perfect.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. So, so much.” 

Yoongi’s smile could’ve lit up the entire sky, his eyes shone with so much joy and adoration that you almost wanted to be sick, in the best way. Yoongi ran tender fingertips up and down the expanse of your arm slowly, his eyes locked on yours, your breaths mingling as neither of you moved away. You were certain if you put any space between the two of you that you would simply melt into a pile of goo on his plush carpet. 

The silence was comfortable, safe. Being in Yoongi’s arms was like coming home from war, finally feeling peace wash through your body as you spot your safe haven on the horizon after being gone for so long, constantly searching for a place to belong. You belonged with Yoongi, tucked up in his tiny apartment with his arms wrapped securely around you while you watched the sun begin to filter through the curtains covering the windows.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmmm?” 

You leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one slightly more urgent. You worked your lips against his own, letting your tongue roam his mouth, and pressing your body closer to his. You wanted him. You wanted to show him how much you loved him. How much you craved him. Your fingers danced up his shirt, feeling his warm skin against your palms, and you lifted the hem just a bit, just enough to get your point across, sending a questioning look his way.

Yoongi assisted you in removing his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside while your eyes raked over his newly exposed flesh. Of course you’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not for your eyes alone. Your lips attached themselves to Yoongi’s neck, kissing your way down and along his collarbone. You gently pressed him into the mattress, hovering above him and allowing your lips to travel farther down, ghosting across his pert nipples as you continued your journey. 

Yoongi sucked in a shaky breath that had you smiling to yourself, a feeling of victory washing over you, especially once you reached the hem of his sweats, your lips and tongue dancing along the skin just above them. Yoongi groaned, squirming underneath your teasing. You looked up at him, finger tucked under the waistband as you waited for his permission.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready-”

“I want this. I want you. If you want me,” you bit your lip in an attempt to hide your nerves.

“I want you. So badly.”

Your heart soared at the confession, and you swiftly freed him of his sweats and boxers, letting his thick, leaking member to spring free of its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of his swollen head, and you leaned down to lick the precum free of it, causing a strangled noise to erupt from Yoongi. The sound was music to your ears, sending electricity straight down to your core, enticing you to take Yoongi’s length into your warm mouth.

Yoongi threw his head back when you wrapped your lips around his member, slowly pushing your head down to take more of him into your wet warmth. Your name tumbled from his lips in soft whimpers, almost like a prayer. You worked your mouth along his cock, twirling your tongue around the tip each time you moved your head back, attempting to take him deeper each time until his head hit the back of your throat, making sure to hollow your cheeks while you sucked the life out of the man falling apart beneath you.

Yoongi was almost embarrassed how quickly he reached his high under your ministrations, your skillful mouth and tongue bringing him close to the edge in nearly record time. The fact that he hadn’t had sex since he’d met you probably played a role in it, not interested in anyone but you since he saw your kind eyes and bright smile.  

“Y/N...close,” he groaned out.

You kept working his length, reaching up to cup his balls and massage them gently, and that sent Yoongi over the edge, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat with a cry of your name, and you swallowed every last drop he gave you before climbing back up his body and pressing a kiss to his lips, parted with his shuddering breaths.

“Holy shit,” he managed to say between his panting, “that was amazing.”

“Mmm.. I’m glad you liked it,” you giggled, trailing your nail gently over his chest, grazing his nipple once more, causing him to shiver.

“Allow me to repay the favor,” he smirked, flipping you over so you were now on your back.

“As lovely as that sounds, I really just want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t I need to prep you first, baby?”

“Mmm.. no. I’m ready. I’m so wet for you, want you so bad, Yoongi...” you trailed off, biting your lip seductively and leading his hand down to your core to feel the juices flowing there.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he whispered in awe.

“For you. Please, Yoongi.”

Yoongi wasted no more time, dexterous fingers ridding you of all clothing as quickly as he could, his naked body hovering over yours once more, skin to skin as he began to kiss along the swell of your breasts before taking a pebbled bud into his mouth, sucking gently and barely scraping his teeth along it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your desperate whimpers fueled him on as he lined his member up with your core, giving you one last questioning look, but sliding inside your drenched heat when you sent him a reassuring smile, nodding slightly while tangling your fingers in his bed-head. 

Yoongi’s cock had felt large in your mouth, but you were in no way prepared for the delicious sting it would bring upon stretching out your walls, filling you up so perfectly that you swore you might actually faint. Yoongi let you adjust to his size before he started moving, pulling out until just the tip rest inside your inviting hole before plunging back in and building up a rhythm. 

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Yoongi grunted as he worked his shaft in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots every time. 

“Me too,” you admitted breathlessly, clawing at his back to try and ground yourself, “love you Yoongi.”

“I love you, baby girl, so so much.”

A few more deep, precise thrusts had you digging your nails into the skin of his shoulder blades, clinging to him as though you’d float away if you didn’t.

“Yoongi!” you moaned, back arching up and your chest meeting his.

“Close, baby? You gonna cum for me? Let go for me,” he encouraged, coaxing you off the edge with a softly spoken “come on, be my good girl.”

You climaxed with a cry of his name, clutching onto his quivering body as he came with you, painting your walls white with warm spurts of cum, filling you up again in a different, but oh so wonderful way. Your body shook as you came down from your high, hiding your face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he held you close.

Moments passed in a comfortable silence before Yoongi forced himself to part from you, watching with rapt attention as his seed seeped from your battered hole when he pulled his softening member out. He licked his lips at the sight, before picking you up bridal style in his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.

“We’re going to run a bath, get you all cleaned up. You do have work today, remember?”

“Oh. Ugh.”

“You know… you could… just call in… spend the day in bed with me…”

“Mmm.. that sounds amazing.” 

You called into work, using one of your personal days and took a relaxing bath tucked into Yoongi’s embrace while he tenderly ran the loofah along your back and arms, and possibly across some more erogenous zones a few times as well, which earned him a halfhearted swat from you. After drying off and putting on one of his larger t shirts, you spent the day snuggled up on the couch with Yoongi and Holly, watching movies, eating snacks, and basking in the beginning of forever with your best friend.

[rigginsstreet]

HARRINGROVE FEEDBACK FEST FIC REC

im gonna make another list for fanvids and possibly do one for tumblr (art/drabbles) stuff? havent decided. but these are some ao3 fics i love (im gonna try and @ peoples tumblr handles if theyre listed on the fic but if you see your fic here and youre not tagged... my deepest apologies)

Better Strangers (E) nastea, ToAStranger

After his recent rise to fame as front-man of the rock band, Mindflayer, Billy Hargrove has all the money, cars, and drugs he could ever dream of.

But stardom and addiction have changed something inside of him. They’ve turned him upside down.

And Steve can’t keep waiting for the Billy he knew to come back.

Definitely Something (M) @kingsandsaints

The Harringrove College AU that no one asked for. It’s the winter of 1987, when Steve’s roommate’s girlfriend shows him a piece of research from one of her professors, a social experiment of 36 questions that could supposedly make any two people fall in love. Even if those people hate each other's guts.

- Inspired by The Experimental Generation of Interpersonal Closeness by Arthur Aron et. al. -

Werewolf Gimmick (NR) Ludovico_is_my_homeboy

“Reason number two to protect your neck…” Billy murmurs as his mouth drifts lower and lower, down to Steve's jugular. “…Is because an enemy could just…” He presses his teeth against vulnerable skin. He can feel Steve’s pulse pick up, can smell the adrenaline in his bloodstream. “…Rip out your throat.”

Or

Steve and Dustin become werewolves, Billy finds his mate, and the Party fights a big ol' monster.

Cherry (E) @lazybakerart

They’ve got ten minutes before Steve’s break is up and he has to go back to wishing for death with a smile.

Dreaming of Another Place (T) anditwasallpink

The first time Steve mentions going to prom, Billy laughs.

Boldly Go (M) prettyboyporter

First, Steve finds Billy -- steps up to his side before looking up to see the assignment. Billy smiles and nods upward.

Hargrove, William. Engineering. USS Hawk.

Harrington, Steven. Security. USS Hawk.

Steve clamps his hand on Billy’s shoulder. “It’s a galaxy class ship. Maybe it’s big enough to hold your ego?”

“Not sure it’s big enough for all of that hair, pretty boy. Sorry. Ensign Pretty Boy.”

A Star Trek AU for harringrove where Steve and Billy shake away the ghosts of their parents to explore, seek, and boldly go.

Here, Now (T) EveryoneHasAmnesia

Why would anyone leave California to move to Hawkins, Indiana? Billy has a lot of answers. One of them just might be true.

and maybe you'll find a way to keep me a floating when i can't (M) @lazybakerart

Billie’s tough. Nothing but sharp edges with sharper teeth. She’s all bark and all bite.

Steph’s fought monsters. She may have had her nose ground into a linoleum floor by Billie, but she’s not scared of her.

i’m no maid marian and you’re no robin hood (G) @lazybakerart

Billy snaps his fingers and says, “Prince Harrington, prettier than any princess in all the kingdoms.”

Take a Good Look You're Bound to See (that you and me were meant to be) (T) Anonymous

Billy adopts a dog. Steve really, really likes the dog.

And maybe - just maybe - he really really likes Billy, too.

Firestarter (NR) Ludovico_is_my_homeboy

He has completed his mission.

Now, Six sits alone in a small room in Hawkins Lab and waits for his handlers to give him his friend back.

Experiment!AU

break up with your girlfriend ('cause i'm bored) (E) @the-copperkid

@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys

* Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

the ongoing trials of two idiots in love (E) @gothyringwald, socknonny

Five times they fucked up Valentine's Day and one time they got it right.

I’ll fall for you soon enough, I resolve to love (M) @lazybakerart

Billy is ignoring Steve, Steve is trying to find his footing with Billy, and a demodog needs to be buried.

meet me in the woods tonight (E) @brawlite @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

There’s something in the woods of Hawkins, Indiana.

go west, young man (E) @gothyringwald

Steve and Billy move to California after graduation. They decide to take their time getting there, driving across the country in Billy's Camaro. Along the way, they learn a thing or two about growing up, friendship, love, and each other.

Under the Covers (M) ToAStranger

Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates.

Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

wicked little town (E) @gothyringwald

The summer after graduation stretches before Steve, seemingly endless and utterly empty. He can't remember ever being this bored in his life. But when he runs into Billy one night, after hearing a rumour about him at a party, it feels like summer might not be so boring after all.

in the darkness i will meet my creators (T) @wndasmaximoffs

"What's wrong?" Jane mumbles.

"I need you to take me to him."

[or, the fucking fix-it for s3]

what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) (E) brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger

Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble.

They never expected it to end up like this.

the skater and the rich boy (T) @gothyringwald

It's the summer of 1977 and the drought in California is in full force. Lawns go unwatered and swimming pools sit forlorn and empty. Around Venice and Santa Monica, skaters take advantage of the empty pools, breaking into backyards to skate like no one has before.

When Billy Hargrove—a skater who splits his time between his job at a surf shop and skating with his sister, Max—breaks into Steve Harrington's backyard, it might turn out to be the best thing he’s ever done.

I’m a Rebel Just for Kicks (T) stellewrites

Steve couldn't believe he was having to spend his Saturday with his ex-girlfriend, her new boyfriend, his friend-turned-pain-in-the-ass, and Billy fucking Hargrove. Steve couldn't think of a group of people he'd like to spend less time with than them.

Hopefully, the next six hours won't be too bad.

[dal3ks]

coming home

pairing: peter parker x female reader 

word count: 2.7k

warnings: sexual remarks, smut, cursing, allusions to sex, marking 

a/n: this was a fic i had posted on my main account @a-dorin​, but i am in the process of switching over content so that it is a strictly star wars account! just a disclaimer, i am not plagiarizing or stealing content, as this is my fic! 

“so when does your flight leave columbus?” peter asked, his voice thick with sleep. 

“tomorrow at nine a.m.,” you answered, “i can’t wait to see you.”

he beamed, “me either, love. it’s been a long three months without you.”

currently, you were sitting in your dorm room at ohio state university. you were on a facetime call with your boyfriend, peter parker. it was approaching midnight, 11:38 p.m., to be exact.

 the next morning, you would be boarding a plane home. you were beyond excited to see everyone during thanksgiving break, as you hadn’t seen your parents in a few weeks. parent’s weekend was the last week of october, so it had been a while. 

your heart ached at the thought of being curled up in bed with your dogs. your heart also ached at the thought of being curled up with your sweet, loving, boy.

peter had opted for a small private college in town for engineering and psychics. since he was a part of the avengers, they provided most of the funds for his tuition. it also helped that stark industries was on his résumé. meanwhile, you were about five hundred and thirty-three miles away in columbus.

yet, ohio state was your dream school. you wanted to go there since you could remember. it also helped that your father was an alumni. the university granted you a scholarship for that, and your ACT and SAT scores helped as well. you felt extremely blessed to be at your dream school, and you always remembered to remain humble.

“well babe,” peter began, “i need to start my term paper for my english class. anything on your mind before i go?”

“i just can’t wait to fuck you,” the words tumbled out of your mouth, and you mentally slapped yourself for saying anything.

peter raised a brow, “oh really? well, i can say the same for you princess.”

hearing your favorite nickname made your heart skip a beat, “i’m sorry i said that.”

“don’t be sorry,” peter smirked, “i loved hearing that. just you wait, princess. i’ll take care of you, just like i always do.”

“i want you now,” you whined.

“wait twenty-four hours and you’ll have me,” peter cooed, “i promise, princess. i have to go work on this paper, okay? i love you. text me.”

you pouted, jutting out your lip. peter sighed, “i can’t get distracted. it’s a ten page research paper. it’s really important babe.”

“okayyyy,” you huffed, picking a string on your comforter, “i love you too. see you tomorrow, handsome.”

“see you tomorrow, beautiful,” peter grinned, and the facetime call ended.

you plugged in your phone, letting it charge. you used to have a roommate, until she had to transfer in the middle of the semester. now, there was more empty space in the room. it was truly inevitable not to feel so lonely. especially when you were so fucking far away from everyone.

you hopped out of bed, opening the curtains. from your hall, you could see some of the glittering lights of the city. you could feel your heart aching, longing for the familiarity of your home. queens was your home. columbus was your second home. no where could ever compare to the place you grew up.

only a few more hours, though, and you would be home.

******

“is this seat open still?” a voice interrupted your thoughts.

startled, you glanced up to see a young man standing in the aisle of the airplane. even though you had the middle seat, the plane wasn’t entirely full. you decided to scoot closer to the window so you could see the sky.

you nodded, and the young man slid in beside you, “sorry, my seat was supposed to be the window seat, but i think you’re sitting in it. i don’t want to make you move. besides, looking out scares me a little bit.”

“i’m so sorry,” you apologized, “i didn’t know. you can have it back if you want.”

“oh no,” the man chuckled, “it’s not a big deal. don’t even worry about it.”

“where you flying to?” you inquired, as the man settled in his seat, “i’m (y/n), by the way.”

“i’m trying to get to manhattan,” the guy shrugged, “i’m aiden.”

“oh that’s cool!” you nodded, “i’m from queens.”

“gotcha,” aiden smiled, “actually, i’m coming from ohio state. i’m guessing you attend there as well?”

“yes,” you gushed, “i’m a kinesiology major, how about you?”

“i was a political science,” aiden replied, pulling out his phone, “but i switched to business. international marketing, specifically. i’m a junior though. i assume that you’re a freshman?”

“yep,” you answered, “navigating everything myself.”

“you’re not doing too bad,” he chuckled, “our background has probably helped a lot. do you have a snapchat or anything like that? don’t worry, i’m not hitting on you or anything. if you have a boyfriend back home, or at ohio state, i completely respect that. i just don’t want someone struggling alone. i’m not saying you are struggling, but i know the ins and outs of the school. if you ever need anything, feel free to ask.”

“oh yeah, i do,” you pulled your phone out of your pocket, “i’ll just add it to my notes and add you later. you’re extremely kind.”

“it’s not a problem,” aiden smiled, and that’s when you truly got a good look at him.

he was more than likely a college athlete. probably at ohio state for something like rugby, lacrosse, or rowing. he was fit, with a darker complexion. freckles dotted the bridge of his nose, and his dark brown curls were full. his jawline was clean, his handsome face completed with hazel eyes. god, if you weren’t single, you probably would have tried to make a move on the guy. he was gorgeous.

however, your anticipation to see the love of you life was eating away at you. your knee bounced up and down as you talked to aiden the rest of the flight. it was nice to have someone to talk to, as the it made the time fly by.

in no time, the plane was landing. aiden followed you as you boarded off, and towards the gate. security and bag checks felt like forever, but you finally made it through. you said your goodbyes to aiden, hoping that you two would reconnect once again. almost immediately, you were entering the train that was going to take you to your next stop. then, you would only be walking a couple blocks home. peter informed you that as soon as you were home, he was gonna come over.

you were excited, but a little anxious. insecurities started to creep into your thoughts. what if you had gained a noticeable amount of weight since the last time you saw him? what if you looked different? what if you weren’t good enough? even the thought of being naked in front of peter frightened you. however, you figured it was a little normal to be a little anxious. after all, it had been about three months since the last time you saw him.

suddenly, you were home. in front of you was your house, the crisp blue sky making the white paint appear clean and bright. the late november air was brittle, and the sun was on its way to dip over the horizon soon. skyscrapers in the skyline began to glisten as the sky got darker and darker. the traffic, people, and animals all became white noise as you walked up the sidewalk.

happiness flooded over you, especially as soon as you heard your dogs barking. you turned the knob, opening the door. your parents welcomed you with warm hugs, your dogs jumping everywhere with excitement.

after talking with your parents for a while, you trudged upstairs to your room. as soon as you opened the door of your room, you let out a sigh of happiness. so this is what pure happiness felt like. the feeling of bliss was immense.

you heard some commotion from your dogs downstairs, which you figured was a passerby or an animal. it happened often in your neighborhood. you could hear someone walking up the steps, and you inferred it was one of your parents.

it was not your mom or your dad. it was peter. immediately he scooped you into his embrace, and you felt yourself crumple into his arms. tears rolled down your cheeks as he squeezed you slightly, kissing the top of your head.

“i had no idea you were on your way,” you sniffled.

“once you stopped responding to my snaps for a bit i was worried,” peter murmured, “but i figured you were here. so i just decided to head this way.”

“i love you,” your eyes met his, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too,” peter grinned, “i love you more than you know, princess.”

******

“so what were you saying yesterday?” peter turned to you.

you raised a brow, confused, “what are you talking about?”

currently, you two were in your bed cuddling. it was the day before thanksgiving, so your parents were out buying groceries for the big dinner. so that left you and peter alone. the room was dimly lit by the christmas lights strung on the ceiling, and your favorite playlist was on low volume. peter’s shirt was off, and so were your pants. it just made things more comfortable.

“you talked about wanting to fuck me,” he answered, gently kissing your neck. he ran his fingers through your hair, “or was i mistaken?”

“i think you have a hearing deficiency,” you snorted, rolling over.

“heyyy,” peter whined, “how about i give you a back rub?”

the idea was tempting. it had been a long time since you had received a backrub from peter. sighing, you slipped off your hoodie, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. you laid on your stomach, and peter straddled your back.

his hands worked in gentle, soothing patterns on your skin. they stayed on your shoulders and back for a while, but started to drift downwards towards the small of your back, along with your butt. as he continued, you could almost feel the sexual tension in the air of the room. it was almost electric between the two of you as his hands roamed your body.

“hey princess,” peter’s voice was low, “can i take off your thong?”

you felt yourself stiffen, “no.”

“is something wrong?” his tone shifted from lust to fear. peter shifted his body so that he was now laying beside you again, “baby, what’s wrong?”

“i feel ugly,” you muttered, “it’s been a while, and i don’t know, i guess i feel insecure.”

“hey,” peter’s hand cupped your face, “you’re still beautiful (y/n) i fell in love with. i don’t care if anything has changed. if there are more stretch marks, i’ll kiss them all. whatever you’re worried about, let me handle, okay? you’re beautiful, (y/n). you’re so gorgeous. three months has no change to your beauty.”

“i love you,” your bottom lip trembled, and your eyes were brimmed with tears.

“i love you more,” peter’s lips met yours gently. he pulled back for a second, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

peter looked as handsome as ever. it was clear he just shaved, as his face was clean. his floppy brown hair was somewhat contained, and his brown eyes shown, as there was nothing but love for you in his eyes. his lips were full, and he a looked wiser than he did since the last time you saw him. you figured stress, college, and being a hero all were factors. his muscles were apparent, rippling whenever he moved. god, you were so lucky to have this man.

you pressed your lips to peter’s, this time a little more forceful. he was taken a back by your actions, but regained control. he licked your bottom lip, and his tongue entered your mouth. he shifted you so that you were now underneath him. his callused hands trailed down the sides of your body, going up and down in slow motions. you could tell he was being careful, as you both wanted to enjoy this moment between the two of you.

“fuck,” peter mumbled.

“what?” your lips were still against his.

“i’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” he admitted, “i can’t wait to make you cum.”

“then do it,” your words almost pushed him over the edge.

he tilted your head up, kissing directly under your jawline. you moaned softly, urging him to continue. he placed sloppy kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin. he had barely even started with you and you could feel how wet you were.

“can i take this off?” peter’s breath was hot against your skin.

“yes,” you answered, arching your back so his hands could unclasp your bra. he casted it to floor.

he placed kisses all over your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your thong.

“is it okay if i take this off too?” his tone was full of lust, you could tell he was beyond turned on.

peter’s cheeks were a slight tinge of pink, and his ears burned bright red. you figured you were just as bad, as you laid naked in front of him. his eyes casted over your entire body, taking it all in.

“you’re so beautiful,” peter seemed completely awestruck, “like fuck. can you do something for me princess?”

“what’s that?” you bit your lip.

“please sit on my face,” his question was more a plead as the words tumbled out of his mouth, “i want you to ride my face.”

“peter i don’t know,” your were unsure. it had been a while since you tried that position with him, and you didn’t want to suffocate your own boyfriend.

“i’ll still be able to breathe baby,” peter chuckled, as if he was reading your thoughts, “please? i need to taste my princess.”

his words were enough. you nodded, and peter laid on his back. nervously, you swung one leg over his body, and he pulled you closer to where he wanted you. once you were situated, his eyes met yours once more.

“just relax,” peter cooed, gently kissing each one of your thighs.

his tongue found your clit, going in slow, circular motions. a moan escaped your lips, only encouraging peter to keep going. one hand was on the small of your back to keep you steady, the other reaching up for your breasts. he began to suck slightly, which drove you closer and closer to your orgasm. god, you had missed this. peter knew exactly what you loved, and he showed no signs of slowing down either.

peter glanced up at you, watching as you moaned for him. his tongue slowly began to lick up and down, “such a good girl, keep moaning for me. i love when you’re loud.”

your moans echoed off the walls as peter continued to lick all over your pussy. his fingers tugged at your nipples, and you could feel your orgasm coming. you came without warning, your vision becoming blurry. your thighs trembled as pleasure washed all over you. peter gave your pussy one final lick, sending a shudder through your body.

“are you okay?” peter’s voice was no longer demanding. it was more gentle and soft. he helped you off his body, laying down with you in the bed. he began to trace his fingers down your exposed back, going in slow, soothing motions.

you nodded, “just tired, now.”

peter smirked, “did i wear you out?”

“just a little bit,” you scoffed, rolling over.

“don’t roll away from meeee,” he protested, wrapping you up in his arms, “i love you, princess.”

“i love you too,” you whispered, giving him a chaste kiss.

peter sighed with content, pulling you closer to his body. the door to your room was shut, so your parents wouldn’t bother the two of you. as you began to run your fingers through your hair, peter began to drift off. soon enough, he was out, his chest rising and falling. it wasn’t too long after that you fell yourself yourself.

coming home to peter was your favorite thing in the world.

[terrm9]

Count Me In (Ethan X MC)

Words count: 3 800 Warnings: none. this is just pure fluff and I like to believe that there are also funny parts. 

Author’s note: I had an idea about the gang roasting Ethan for a long time and Chapter 17 made me write this (set some days after the chapter). It was supposed to be just the gang making fun of Ethan, but in the end I got a little bit carried away and it’s basically Bryce Lahela appreciation post oops

Getting dressed for their roommates Sunday brunch has been filled with a newfound nervousness this Sunday. Yesterday evening, as Sienna and Aurora were discussing whether they would make waffles or pancakes and Jackie added that Bryce and Kyra would be joining them, so they need to make more of anything that would be served, Elijah subtly nodded towards the girls and then turned to Chiara with a wide grin on his lips.

“We were actually thinking about inviting Dr. Ramsey too, now that you guys are official and everything. We know that Sundays are his days off too.”

Chiara’s eyes widened at the offer, not sure if they were joking or not.

They were not.

And so now she was sitting in her room, ready to eat and drink while also comforting her… boyfriend? Partner? What was he?

Whatever he was, she was comforting Ethan through the phone, secretly smiling at his nervous rambling about the wine he was planning to bring and sweater he was wearing (‘Is it too formal? Or should I wear something more formal? My white Oxford?’)

“Deep breaths, Ethan. Jackie is probably going to stay in her pajamas the whole day, so there really isn’t a dresscode. Just wear whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“Okay. Yes, of course, whatever I am comfortable in,” he muttered, and Chiara could hear Jenner’s barking in the background and then a soft thud, muting the dog’s calling. “I am leaving the apartment now, so I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

As Chiara hung up, she heard new voices coming from the living room, indicating that Kyra and Bryce were already there. She decided to take the chance and talk to her friends before Ethan comes.

After hugging both Kyra and Bryce and helping Sienna set the table, Chiara took a deep breath and said: “Ethan will be here any minute now. Please, please, please guys, be nice to him, okay? He is so nervous, and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.”

Bryce smiled sweetly and nodded, while Sienna replied: “Don’t worry Chiara, we will be nice, stuffing his mouth with the best pancakes he’s ever eaten and smiling politely. No worries.”

“Exactly,” Kyra nodded in agreement. “We would never do anything to embarrass you.”

“Or him,” Jackie added, smiling all too innocently for Chiara to believe a word of what they were saying.

Before she could inquire any further, the soft knock on the front door disturbed them and all she could do was to shoot everyone a deadly glare before opening a door.

“Hey, handsome,” she whispered with a smile as she spotted Ethan standing in the hall. He was wearing a knitted cream-color sweater and dark jeans, a bottle of wine in his hand.

He kissed her softly before stepping into the apartment, trying his best to maintain his usual attitude of composed, distant Dr. Ramsey they all knew.

I am still their boss. I shouldn’t be nervous about having an early lunch with them.

“Dr. Ramsey!” Sienna jumped out of living room before Chiara could even try to calm him down. “We are all so happy you decided to join us. Come in, everything is ready.”

Glancing at Chiara one more time, Ethan moved to the living room, where all of Chiara’s friends have already been seated around large dining table.

The room was filled with sweet aroma of freshly-made pancakes, maple syrup and raspberry jam, whipped cream and coffee. He handed the bottle of wine to Sienna.

“Thank you for the invitation,” he finally said as he sat down on the chair next to Chiara. “The pancakes look delicious. Which one of you is such a good cook? I know for sure it’s not Chiara,” he couldn’t help but tease.

She smacked his arm lightly but didn’t say anything, knowing rather well that Ethan was right.

“Sienna is the best cook and baker of all of us,” Elijah smiled just as Sienna made her way to the table, the bottle of wine already open. “This is hers and Aurora’s work.”

“Yeah, I was even more terrible cook than Chiara when I moved in and ever since Sienna discovered the fact, she’s been giving me private lessons. Today, I’ve learned to make pancakes,” Aurora chuckled.

With everyone seated, they started to fill their plates with pancakes and fruit and chocolate chips, the room filled with sounds of cutlery meeting plates and occasional sipping of wine.

“This wine is really good, Dr. Ramsey,” Jackie nodded in approval. “I never took you for an expert on wine.”

He chuckled softly at that and after swallowing his bite, he answered: “I am not, but I thought you aren’t such big fans of whiskey as I am. Few years ago, it was the last year of my residency I think, I saved the man who owns vineyards in Tuscany and he sends me few bottles of the wine every year, no matter how many times I tell him there is no need to do so. I brought some more, it’s in the trunk of my car. I’ll go grab it.”

Chiara beamed at his words, thankful to her friends for actually sticking to their words and acting nice. Ethan’s hand found Chiara’s knee under the table and he gave it a light squeeze, their own way of communicating without attracting the attention of others.

Another silence followed, however not an awkward one, rather simply comfortable silence between people enjoying the good food and company of each other.

Thank God they are not embarrassing us-

Before she could finish her thankful thought, Bryce cleared his throat and spoke.

“Surely you understand, Dr. Ramsey, that now that you and Chiara are officially together, we need to ask you some questions to make sure that your intentions with Chiara are absolutely pure.”

Ethan swallowed the pancake a little bit harder than he normally would, but he knew how important these people were to Chiara and also how important Chiara was to him, and so he simply nodded.

Meanwhile, Chiara put her fork down loudly and exclaimed: “What the fuck, Bryce?”

She looked around the table only to see all of her friends smiling mischievously and it all clicked.

They invited Ethan for the brunch so that they could roast him. That was also the reason why Bryce and Kyra made sure to come too.

“What? Your mum asked as to do so,” Bryce shrugged.

“No she didn’t,” Chiara shook her head, throwing murderous glances at her so called best friend Bryce Lahela.

“Okay, no, she didn’t, I made that up,” he admitted, grinning. “But I am sure she will be happy to know that your boyfriend passed the test.”

“Just shut up, Lahela. We are leaving,” she gritted her teeth. She could feel her cheeks flushing and hot at the word ‘boyfriend’ that Bryce used so easily. Even she didn’t dare to call Ethan her boyfriend yet!

She turned her head to look at Ethan and to her surprise, he was leaning against the chair, amused smile on his lips.

As he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, he said: “It’s okay, Chiara. I can answer the questions. I am an open book.”

At that, Chiara snorted loudly and murmured: “No you are not.”

“Bring the questions on then, Dr. Lahela,” Ethan nodded in the young surgeon’s direction. “As long as they are not too private, I am pretty sure I can pass your test.”

He wasn’t sure, of course. He was even more nervous than before and all the terrible scenarios ran through his head faster than Jenner ran while hounding squirrel in the park.

But to fake a confidence was his only weapon right now and he made sure to use it.

“Great, I’ll start then,” Bryce smiled even wider and Chiara clenched her hands into fists to not to wipe that smirk off his face. No matter how hard Bryce tried to explain that what they were about to do was for her own good, she knew that her friends stupidly enjoyed the position they were in right now.

Because right now, Ethan Ramsey wasn’t their boss. Right now, he was Chiara’s boyfriend and an intruder in their group and they could tease him and roast him and use all those sarcastic comments he’s been using their whole intern year on them, on him.

She crossed her arms on her chest and waited for Bryce’s question.

“I’ll start lightly, we don’t want to scare you in the beginning after all. We all know you are an outstanding diagnostician – I mean, even I have read parts of the textbook you wrote – and that’s pretty cool, sure. But what are the other things you are good at? Can you dance? Sing? Swim? Can you offer more than just your abilities to diagnose everyone?”

“There’s no ‘just’ in his abilities to diagnose,” Chiara barked at him, the need to protect Ethan stronger than anything else. She couldn’t let them scare him. She knew better then them about his habit of running away when things get too hard or too uncomfortable and right now, the amount of ‘uncomfortable’ in the room was enough even for her to run away.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have too much time to do anything big other than being doctor, the free time is precious commodity for me. Answering your suggestions, I can dance, yes. Singing? Probably not, but I have never had a chance to hear anyone’s opinion as I don’t sing in front people. And yes, I can swim too. Other than that, I like to think that I am rather good cook-“

“Oh, you cook?” Elijah interrupted him. “For how many people do you usually cook?”

“Just myself, usually,” Ethan shrugged, confusion clear on his face. On the other hand, Chiara knew very well where Elijah was heading and despite being terribly angry at them, she had to grin. “Sometimes for two people, when someone comes over for dinner.”

“Do you think you would could cook for, let’s say, eight people?”

“I think I would be capable of doing that, yes.”

“Great! You are welcome to crash in anytime you want and cook anything you would like to for us. I am so tired of living on ramen and plain pasta,” Elijah sighed and at that, everyone let out a short laugh. “However, sorry to disturb you. What else besides cooking?”

“I don’t know. I am good at learning languages, I guess. I speak German, Italian, French, Spanish and at the moment am learning Swedish.”

“Holy crap, that’s a lot of languages,” Kyra whistled under her breath.

“I choose wisely on what I spend my free time on and what occupies my mind. But when I choose something – learning a language, learning a new recipe, dating someone – I make it my priority and I am trying to give my everything into it. I once said to Chiara that I make it my mission to be good at everything I try and so I can assure you that I am willing to try my hardest to be a boyfriend Chiara deserves,” he answered nonchalantly, looking right into Bryce’s eyes at the word boyfriend.

He smiled at Chiara and kissed her temple, while Sienna whispered something like ‘that was so beautiful’ at the same time Jackie muttered ‘that was so sweet I might get cavities’.

“You are doing better than we expected, Dr. Ramsey,” Kyra smiled with devilish spark in her eyes. “But now it’s my turn to ask questions. You made sure to let us know that you, indeed, are capable of bunch of things but there also must be something you cannot do. Something you are seriously absolutely terrible at.”

Chiara couldn’t help it – she was beginning to enjoy this little show. It has probably everything to do with the fact that Ethan was handling the situation so well and wasn’t showing any signs of an escape.

“There is one thing that comes to my mind but Chiara already knows about it.”

“Oooh, so it’s a matter of an… intimate nature? You don’t have to share that, of course.”

Ethan choked on the sip of a wine he was just having and his eyes widened at the obvious misinterpretation of his words. The tips of his ears turned bright red and Chiara – more and more relaxed every minute – had to add her friends that have been viciously laughing at the sight.

“No! Jesus Christ that’s absolutely not what I was saying. I just thought it wouldn’t be important to share as Chiara already knows about it and still decided to give me a chance. But if you must know, I am seriously absolutely terrible at making… pancakes. I never get them right. That’s why I am so impressed by whomever made these,” he gestured at the table, where the rest of pancakes laid.

“I can teach you!” Sienna squealed. “It’s seriously so easy once you get it.”

“I am afraid it will not work, Dr. Trinh. My father tried to teach me, Youtube tutorial tried to teach me and still, my every attempt fails.”

“Please,” Aurora stepped into the conversation. “If she could teach me, she can definitely teach you. Next brunch, you are learning with her and I will be watching,” she grinned.

Aurora was nervous about this brunch. She was excited for Chiara and she was even more excited to enjoy a little bit of fun by teasing Ramsey, but even more she was terrified of what it would feel like to talk to him about anything else but work, knowing that he dated her aunt for six years.

Harper has made it clear, several times, that her time with Ethan has been more about physical attraction and supporting each other’s careers than affection, just as she admitted to Aurora that she knows Ethan Ramsey and she has known that his relationship with Chiara wasn’t simply professional for a long time. When Aurora asked her about her opinion on the new couple, Harper simply smirked and said that she was happy Ethan found someone who could tame his stubbornness.

Knowing that neither Harper nor Ethan felt any kind of hatred, jealousy or anger towards each other, she felt more relaxed about him coming as her friend’s partner. Yet, until this moment, when she teased him herself, about something as mundane as pancakes, she couldn’t get rid of a certain tension in her body.

But now, laughing at his expression as she suggested that he should learn to make pancakes with Sienna, she knew – even without any further investigation – that Ethan was a good man for Chiara.

“Okay, so you can’t make pancakes. Bruh,” Kyra rolled her eyes. “What else? You can’t be good at everything.”

“I am also rather terrible at drawing. Every time I am with a child patient with a broken leg or arm, I just hope they don’t ask me to draw something on their cast. For so many years I refused to draw anything and when they insisted, I tried to draw what they asked me to draw and they were so disappointed. Some of them even cried, that’s how ugly those drawing were,” he chuckled to himself, deep in his own thoughts and memories. “I decided to step it up a little bit a few years ago and after many, many Youtube tutorials, I can now draw a decent cat, dog, princess, car and dragon. So now, there are five different pens in the pocket of my coat and every time a child asks me to draw something on their cast, I pull the pens out and say ‘Okay little buddy, I have a red pen that can draw a nice car. I have a pink one that can draw a princess. I have a blue one for a dog and an orange one, which can draw a cat. And at last I have a green one and that one can draw an impressive dragon. You have to choose one of the pens’. Usually, that does the trick and for the last three years, nobody cried after I finished the drawing.”

He finished with a small laugh and looked around the table, only to find Bryce, Jackie and Elijah grinning, Aurora smiling softly, Sienna wiping her tears with a napkin and Chiara staring right back at him, her eyes filled with so much affection it warmed his heart.

“I wanted to hear something embarrassing and you proved that you are even better man than we expected. That’s not fair, Dr. Ramsey.”

“I think it’s okay for all of you to call me Ethan at this point,” he replied, ignoring Kyra’s compliment. He didn’t want to blush. “I probably won’t even be your attending much longer.”

There was a slight shift in the mood as the weight of his word settled down on them. Edenbrook was doomed and they all knew that the damage was beyond repair at this point, but right now, they didn’t want to talk about that.

Therefore Jackie decided to step in and turned to Ethan: “Okay, Ethan. I know you said you don’t have spare free time, but when you do and you decide not to learn anything, when you just want to relax, if you know what that word means, what do you do? How do you relax?”

“I have a dog which needs to be walked twice a day. I take him with me when I go for my morning run and then I walk with him through the park every evening I can. It makes an hour in my day, but it’s a relaxing hour. When I decide to relax at home, I usually read a book. Historical novels and poetry, mostly.”

Jackie wanted so badly to find something in his answer that she could tease him about, but really, there was nothing. This man was both, pretty impressing and pretty boring.

“You are a successful, famous, rich doctor,” Sienna smiled at him. “So, cards on the table now. What is your weakness? You know, those vices that successful, rich people have? What is it that you can’t resist? Beautiful women? Fast cars? Yachts? Golfing? Watches that cost more than my kidney? Tell us.”

Chiara shook her head in amusement, not expecting that kind of question from Sienna, of all people. However, she was curious too. She knew it wouldn’t be yachts nor golfing, but what are his vices? And so she didn’t even try to salvage him from answering.

“Well, I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a weakness for one particular beautiful woman,” he answered without missing a beat, pulling Chiara closer to him. “Other than that, I don’t think something will come to my mind. Yachts and golf, Christ no. I despise those activities. Fast cars? There might be something about that. I have a dream car, Mercedes C 300. I almost bought it, but it’s sedan and it’s too small for me. There was no space for my legs and getting in and out would be a torture. As my father like to say, I am too tall for my dream car. But I like the one I have now, it’s a reliable car,” he shrugged, not knowing what else to say. Yes, his car was incredibly expensive and probably luxurious, but he bought it because it was elegant and reliable and didn’t attract too much attention.

“If I would have to choose a vice of mine, it would probably be whiskey in the end. Sometimes I surprise myself with how much money I am willing to pay for a good bottle of whiskey.”

“Okay, you are a decent guy with a brain of Tesla and almost as little bad attributes as me,” Bryce sighed dramatically. “Do you at least snore?”

“Okay Bryce, now you are just nosy,” Aurora laughed. “You don’t need to know that.”

“I don’t, but Chiara does! She is going to spend nights with him!”

“I already know that, Bryce,” Chiara rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t.”

Ethan lowered himself so that nobody else but Chiara could hear him and whispered: “But you do.”

She turned to him with her eyebrows raised, the silent question visible on her face.

Are you serious, Ramsey?

“Okay, I guess we should let you go for now. Next time, I’ll be asking about your teenage years, med school parties you attended, if you ever got arrested and the sex positions you prefer,” Bryce grinned, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned into the chair.

“I am not going to discuss the last one with you.”

“So you just agreed to discuss the other topics!”

“No.”

Bryce pouted at him and disappointed, added: “Okay, I won’t bring a marriage and kids up, either. I will probably leave those for Diana.”

“Diana?!” Chiara sang out. “Since when are you on first name terms with my mother, Lahela?”

“It just happened,” Bryce shrugged carelessly, finishing his glass of wine. “I told you the women can’t resist my charm. She is no exception.”

Chiara wanted to make a remark about not needing to know about the charm Bryce used on her mother, but stopped herself when she noticed how Bryce’s face was slightly pink and he still held the empty glass near his lips to hide the fact.

She knew what it was all about. Bryce Lahela was her best friend and knew all about her secrets and problems and also everything about her past. And she knew about his.

When she decided to spend her two free weeks in the summer after her intern year back home, in San Francisco, she invited Bryce to go with her. He agreed gladly and while their fourteen days in Chiara’s house, he became incredibly close with both, her mother and her younger sister Alicia.

For Bryce, Diana Ray was a mother he never had. They called each other at least once a week, he would send her postcards from all of his trips and she would send him presents for Christmas and birthday in return.

For Diana, Bryce Lahela was a son she lost six years ago. Chiara’s brother Liam, along with her father died in a car crash and being with Bryce felt like being with her brother again. And she knew that her mum felt the same way. After all those years, she had a ‘young handsome man’ to call, to care for, to be proud of again.

A pang of guilt found its way into Chiara’s chest as she realized that this whole brunch idea was Bryce’s idea and that it might have been an opportunity to roast Ethan for others, but for Bryce, it was exactly what he said it was. It was making sure that his little sister would be taken care of with the man she chose.

It was making sure that this time, Ramsey wouldn’t break her heart and leave.

‘We need to make sure that your intentions with Chiara are absolutely pure.’

He meant it.

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[lunarrwolf]

mini series coming soon!!

since you guys got me over 300 followers, i held up my end of my own deal and was finally able to think up the first of a 100% written series (social media included only when needed to build the story).

there will only be two for now but i want to get the sykkuno series a good ways in before bringing in new content like this! i’ve been a writer since middle school and have major writer’s block for a book i’m working on rn so i’m really excited about writing an actual story for lunarrwolf! these are the banners, very tiny synopses, and sneak peek excerpts for DAYWALKER!s and Siren Woods

s.h warning: siren woods will not be for the faint of heart as it will be put in the category of a psychological thriller. it will contain suspense, fear(s), anxiety and/or mentions of depression, isolation and swearing

d.w!s warning: this is an apocalyptic world w/o zombies. it will contain violence, anxiety, entrapment, fear(s) and swearing

disclaimer: i will do my absolutely best not to treat either of these as if they were actual novels. i plan on putting in comedic lines and scenes to lower any thriller/horror vibes from the stories, and not too go too far to avoid truly triggering myself or anyone else. warnings will only be issued in chapters that are going to actually include one or more of above the above. but if anyone who reads them in the future have issues do not feel like you need to keep reading.

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DAYWALKER!s

a variety youtuber mini series

summary

ten creators find themselves amidst a city with an oddly familiar vibe, a weird yet intimidating apocalyptic appearance, and hundreds of strangers that feel the need to do nothing but fight their way through the city. even if that means to the death.

excerpt

“You’re all going to die, you know.. so you might as well give up now and let it take over.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You blinked at the growl woven in with your friend’s deep voice, knowing for sure that if you were in an animation a sweat drop would be making its way down the side of your head. He hated confrontation more than anyone here but when it came to his friends, and being trapped in a place like this? Who knew what damage he would do to keep them safe.

The man ahead of the group did nothing but stand there with a mocking grin on his face. It was unnerving, and dare say almost bloodthirsty. There was no amount of sanity or free will from where you all stood just a couple of yards away, and just that thought alone chilled you to the core.

“Corpse.. maybe you shouldn’t.” You stated, stepping closer to him to lower the risk of the strange man hearing the second part. “I don’t like the looks of that guy even from over here. We’ve already had to deal with a ton of crazy shit since finding each other. We can’t risk losing our only real muscle of the group.”

Ignoring the offended voices of Sean and Ludwig, the man with the torn mask looked at you only when you put a hand on his shoulder. It took sharing glances and seeing head shakes from most of the others to have him loosen the fist his hand was already in. Standing up straight, you watched as he rolled his shoulders, jaw still clenched from the tension. Rae was taking advantage of the off putting interaction and explored the small area, so capturing everyone’s attention when Corpse relaxed a bit wasn’t hard. “It’s gonna be a tight fit but I think we can make it work.”

“Whoa.”

“Where did you learn how to hotwire a car?” Ethan questioned, being the first to make his way toward the beaten vehicle.

“Video games?” The brunette answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She hit the side of the driver door twice, motioning to the group. “Now get your asses in here before that guy decides to pull a Resident Evil zombie sprint on us.”

“Yes ma’am.” Sykkuno saluted, earning chuckles that were a rare sight since ending up here. The two of you didn’t waste time in calling the front seats beside Rae and Ethan, forcing everyone else to get in the back of the truck and make it work. No one could complain, though, seeing the circumstances you were all in.

It took a few seconds of revving the seemingly old engine before the machine began making its way. You could actually hear the ones in the back shift around to get in more comfortable positions for however long a ride it would be. The girl behind the wheel didn’t pay any mind to the stranger that watched her drive you all away, but you did. And even when he continued to shrink in distance and eventually disappeared, you knew his words would stay with you.

“You’re wasting your time! No one gets out of Mirror City!!”

Siren Woods

a variety youtuber mini series

summary

seven internet personalities find themselves in the middle of an old town myth as they take a break from their careers and head up towards a rural mountain area. among every spooky or jumpy experience with a horror game here and there, never did any of them think they’d end up in this situation.

excerpt

The fire crackled with a sense of release, almost as if this large flame represented the time everyone needed away from their jobs. After how crazy the media has become the past few weeks, you and your friends agreed that a trip towards a much lesser known area would do you all well. It was a teenagers on summer break scene where everyone was gathered around a campfire in the backyard of a lake house, telling stories to either amuse or scare each other. Seán and Ethan were the first to do so, tag teaming in a very dramatic reenactment of the first time they met in person, which of course had to be followed by your own scene with Y/F/N.

Time flew by and before you knew it, the sun was completely set and the darkest shade of navy possible was barely lit with a crescent moon and a few stars. The only real source of light was the fire, illuminating the six faces in an orange glow. Any laughter died down minutes ago, leaving a silence that was comfortable for everyone. “You guys want to hear a funny story?”

Squinting at the man sitting in the log across from you, you leaned forward, hands folded in your lap. “Funny haha or funny we might want to kill you after we hear it?”

“Uh..” Corpse met your gaze immediately, his mask somehow looking more eerie with the natural lighting. “Funny kind of hoping you won’t kill me, if I’m being honest.” He confirmed, leaning forward himself to warm up his hands while the rest of you debated on whether to let him tell it.

After a few minutes, and three overtaking two, he was allowed to do so. It was an old myth of the town you all resided in for the week; a Slenderman type of entity of the forest that the locals from dozens of years before chose to call Siren Head. The name stuck once old photos were found and set up in the small museum in the Common. He stood at forty feet tall, with two megaphones for heads and tangled wires for a torso. He had the ability to perfectly mimic broadcasts, conversations, sirens and screams, and had been said to only emit white noise if ever asleep. Speed nearly matched that of a cheetah and his strength was unbelievably high due to his size. Every sighting of said species had only been released by victims, and it was an urban tale that stood alive to this very day.

Rae was on the grass now, legs crossed one over the other as she tried to look at everyone at once. “Why the hell did we all come to a place called Siren Woods, then?!”

“Well.. the town looked really nice online, and it’s living up to that. And I thought siren meant more mermaid than a freaky Creepypasta-type thing.” Sykkuno could do nothing but respond with nerves showing through his face and every subtle movement of his body as he explained why he ended up agreeing with the destination.

“Yeah, I did too.” Y/F/N piped in, shrugging her innocence as you all began telling your sides. “Who doesn’t think of a mermaid when you hear the word siren?! That’s basically what they are.”

“I, for one, think we should find another place to stay.” Ethan spoke up.

Seán gaped at his longest friend in the group, “You don’t actually believe in that.”

“I’m not taking any chances, dude. Those people believe in that thing enough to build a whole section of the museum for it.”

You watched your friends go back and forth, some freaked out by the story but not believing it was real while the rest wanted to find a new vacation spot. “What do you think, Y/N?”

You turned to Corpse, blinking as the simple question processed in your mind. “I’m with Ethan on this.. even if that thing isn’t an actual being the belief here is hardcore.” Three faces lit up in relief while the roommate, Irishman, and faceless internet persona felt differently. “Let me finish..” you sighed, “Let’s stay another night but keep an extra cautious eye on Spencer and Luna. Animals have a sort of sixth sense, so if anything weird happens they’ll warn us. Deal?”

Y/F/N shared a glance with you, letting out a sigh of her own. “Suddenly I’m feeling a lot better that we brought our dogs instead of getting sitters.” She bent down to pet the canines laying between the logs, hoping if they did bark it would just be from a resident knocking on the door.

[cuuno-moved]

a house down on pandora road

awesamfam fluff because i care them

for @scarletmeer @spookystew

There’s a house down on Pandora Road. 

It’s got flowers in the window boxes, and little ceramic toads in the lawn, and the door is painted a dark purple grey. 

Sam, the owner of the house, liked to make things pretty. He would clean the windows every month, and rake the lawn, and sweep the driveway. He liked his house to look warm.

But there was no one to make it look warm for.

He was alone, just him, and his dog, and his house.

He didn’t mind. Fran was a good roommate, even if she barked at two in the morning to be let out, and got hair all over his furniture, and drooled on the carpet. She was getting old, after all.

He lived alone for a long time, and he didn’t mind too much.

And then, his old friend George met up with him for breakfast.

“I got kicked out,” He said, easily, taking a sip of the coffee that sat in front of him. “Missed too many rent payments.”

“Oh,” Sam said dumbly. “Are you… alright?”

“Meh, I’ve been better. I mean, getting kicked out isn’t really anyone’s goal, but I found a motel room that’s not too expensive. I can still walk to work, so it’s alright.”

“Wait… you work at Walmart, right? That’s… that’s pretty close to my house.”

George frowned, picking at his eggs. “I mean, I guess. It’s closer than the motel, I think, a couple minute walk?”

“George…” Sam said, rubbing his chin. “Would you… would you like to sleep at my house? Not for too long, just… a week or so, so you can save money.”

George blinked at him, narrowing his eyes at the taller man. “You’re… you’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m serious! We could be roommates, just for a bit. You don’t have to pay rent or anything, you can just… live with me for a bit.”

They both sat there in silence for a bit, staring at each other, before George hummed, nodding slowly. “Well… alright.”

He moved in that afternoon, a simple suitcase all he had on him.

Sam set up the guest bedroom, happily, watching the other man unpack. “If you need anything, let me know.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to get pizza for dinner?”

“Sure.”

Sam knew he was too excited to have a roommate. He called his mom that night, rambling about how wonderful it was to finally have someone to talk to who wasn’t a dog.

She laughed, and told him he needed to get out more.

George had insisted he would move out as soon as possible, he had no reason to stick around, but even after he got his feet back under him, even after he had the chance to move out, he stayed. Sam didn’t argue.

One night, when Sam was walking Fran, he met a man.

He was young, 19 or 20 at the most, with shaggy black hair and a swollen eye. He sat on the curb, a cigarette in hand, staring at his bare feet, eyes dim. Sam would have walked past without a thought, but something made him stop.

“Hey,” He started, carefully, watching the man jump. “Are you okay?”

The man stared at him, for a beat, two. And then he was crying.

His name was Alex, he said, and his fiance had kicked him out, and he had nowhere to go, and he was so scared, and hungry, and his eye hurt so so bad, and he didn’t know what to do.

Sam froze up, but he knew what he had to do.

George was gone at work by the time they got there, but Sam sent him a text, and smiled kindly at Alex, and invited him to set up in the other guest room.

Alex and George didn’t get along at first.

Alex was the kind of guy to spread out. When he sat on the couch, he put his feet on the coffee table. When he worked on homework, he laid his papers out. When he got home from class, he tossed his jacket on the floor. He was argumentative, and loud, and energetic.

George was reserved. He crossed his legs, and folded his own laundry, and washed his dishes. He was stubborn, and quiet, and uptight.

Sam was somewhere in between. He was the biggest by far, 6’6” fram towering over George, who was 5’8” and Alex was only 5’3”, so he could easily take up the most space, but he didn’t. Sam cleaned up his messes, and Alex’s, sometime’s. He kept the house clean, and let them do their own thing, and kept the house together.

After a few months, Alex and George learned to coexist, and George would even help Alex with his homework, although law was not his forte, and Alex started to clean up his messes sometimes.

It was still hard on Alex, though, Sam could tell, he was an extrovert with an introvert roommate, and Sam couldn’t always hang out, he was a mechanic at the local garage, and came home exhausted more often than not.

Alex was lonely, and Sam hated that he couldn’t do anything to help.

He found the boy late one spring afternoon, almost a year after Alex moved in.

The teen was shuffling through the garbage out back of the garage, when Sam came out to throw something away. He heard the noise and assumed it was a raccoon, so when he rounded the corner to find a 16 year old boy, he was reasonably surprised.

The blond disappeared into the night, and Sam spent the rest of the week cursing himself for not being more careful.

The boy came back, after a bit, and this time, Sam was slower. He slowly moved up to the boy, cutting off escape routes, and before he could get attacked, pulled out a sock puppet.

It was a dumb gimmick, using the sock puppet to talk, introducing it as Sam Nook, and speaking in a high, warbly voice, but the boy at least thought it was funny, and started talking back.

His name was Tommy, and he was looking for food, he explained, eyeing Sam suspiciously. Sam tried not to get too excited, and Sam Nook explained he had some food in his office. 

Tommy didn’t trust him, of course, so Sam handed him the puppet, and went in to grab his sandwich. When he came out, Tommy was gone, unsurprisingly, so Sam just set the sandwich down on a napkin and went back inside.

The next morning, it was gone, although whether that was due to cats, rats, dog, raccoons or a certain teenage boy, Sam wasn’t sure.

Alex joked he should roofie the sandwich, and Sam let out a squawk. 

It took a month for him to have an actual conversation without the puppet, sitting on the curb out front of the shop. 

“I dunno,” Tommy said. “I wanna make a hotel when I grow up. Kinda shit that I’ll never get the chance.”

“Mm, I don’t know. You’ve got potential.”

“Really?” Tommy asked, eyes wide and impossibly blue. “You think so?”

He followed Sam home that night, hesitating when invited inside, but he did join them for dinner, eyeing the other two, and just like that, Alex had a friend.

It was uncanny how similar Tommy and Alex were, when you peeled away the surface.

Tommy was loud, and boisterous, and a little too tall for his body, throwing himself around and crowing with laughter, and cracking jokes about women and drugs and money, and Alex lit up as soon as he saw him.

“I don’t know,” He said, shrugging, a grin on his face. “He’s… he reminds me of myself, y’know?”

Sam asked George what he thought of Tommy, and he shrugged. “He’s loud.”

They were a family, Sam realised one night. Even if George insisted they weren’t, even if Tommy refused to admit he cared, even if Alex said that he was too cool for them, they were a family.

He called his mom to tell her, and she laughed over the phone. “I’ve always wanted grandkids, you know.”

There’s a house down on Pandora Road. 

For a long time it sat empty, just a man and his dog and his thoughts, but now, it’s a home, and that’s what it was built for.

[husbandograveyard]

Henlo all! This is my extremely-close-to-the-deadline-submission for @some-piece​’s AU event. I got these 5 characters to chose from: Rebecca - Hachi - Hawkins - Zoro - Paulie. And after contemplating for a long while I decided to put Zoro in an animal shelter AU which automatically became modern AU setting as well as slight!college AU but the main focus will be on the shelter.

2nd person. Genderneutral reader. slight mentions of animal abuse, nothing too bad. 99% fluff!

“Can I help you?” 

A young man about your age had walked into the shelter where you worked. He had opened the door quite harshly, making the bell at the top ring, and making you put down the cat you had been brushing for a bit and put it back in its cage. You walked up to the little desk area at the front, where he was standing with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face that only seemed to relax a bit when he heard you speak up. 

“Yeah I sent an e-mail, I needed to be here for the volunteer program?” 

You thought for a second, suddenly remembering that you had posted an ad at local universities and colleges to come volunteer at the shelter. Most of those students didn’t have the time to come volunteer, but you had gotten a handful of mails. Most of the students never showed up and the only one that had made an appointment for today had made the appointment for two hours earlier so you had just assumed it was going to be another no-show. 

“Oh… you’re…” “-Late I know, I got lost.” You furrowed your brow wondering how someone could get lost for two hours coming from a campus that was only a fifteen minute walk away, but didn’t pry any further, just happy to have some possible assistance.

“Okay! Well, I’ll go get the stuff in order then, you can wait out here for a bit.”

After you got the papers he handed you some form from the school as well and explained that he had to fill in a couple of hours a week with other things than his sports curriculum to get his degree to be complete, and he had jokingly added ‘how hard can it possibly be to look after a bunch of critters’. The statement in itself did not seem to be meant to discredit your work or the animals, but you already saw that he was vastly underestimating just how much effort went into your work. So as soon as all the papers were signed and in order, you could prove him wrong. 

“You’re in luck, all the cleaning is already done. It’s feeding time now, and I was doing a round of brushing today, so maybe you could help with that and if we still have time left we can take some dogs out for a walk.” 

The grin on his face was confident, and you were taking a little pleasure in knowing it would be wiped off his face in an instant. Your main focus was to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally harm the animals, and to make sure they were properly taken care of. But if it meant this overconfident jock got his ass handed to him, you’d take it. 

The day had proceeded as you had expected. Zoro, as he had introduced himself once you got over the formalities, had not been really good with the animals. He was strong, and a hard worker you had to give him that. But the animals… seemed to not really like him, even if he did do his best? Cats hissed, dogs barked, the one abandoned parrot you were temporarily housing had pecked him so hard his finger started bleeding. Luckily for you, he didn’t physically lash out at the animals, but you had heard a whole new array of curse words and insults that you previously didn’t even know existed. 

You had spent most of the day explaining all the things to him and helping him out whenever he was really struggling but most of the time you had actually been occupied with trying not to laugh too hard at his failing ministrations. 

“You have to be kind, try not to come across as so intimidating. You’re a big bad man that they are scared off, and they’re all just trying to defend themselves,”  you said as you petted a big fluffball of a cat while Zoro put fresh water and new food in its cage. The cat was now happily purring and nudging your hand with his head while a few minutes ago it had been aggressively hissing at your volunteer. 

Zoro just angrily grumbled in response, finishing up his task so you could put the cat back. You eyed the clock, noticing it was already time for him to leave for the day. “I’ll release you from your suffering then. See you next week?” “Wait but you still have all these cages to do?” “I’m used to doing this all by myself, no worries” He frowned, and he seemed to be deep in thought for a second. “I’ll stay until it is done.” You raised one brow: “are you sure? These hours won’t count towards your total and it is getting quite late.”

He only shrugged in response: “My roommate is gone and I don’t have much better to do. I am volunteering time anyway, what is one extra hour going to do?” 

You smiled widely. “Let’s get to it then!” 

Even though the animals didn’t seem to like him very much, you couldn’t help but admire this green-haired man and his incredible work ethic. He showed up late often, because even after a few weeks he still managed to get lost regularly. You had just started to say that he needed to be there an hour earlier than he actually had to be there, so with his geographical skills he’d be there on time or even a little early. 

Most of the animals still were not that much of a fan of him, but you’d worked out a nice system that ensured fast and efficient work, and as little scratches and bites as possible. You got work done faster, had more time for social media and such, and thus animals got adopted out faster. It was a win-win, and you noticed yourself always looking forward to the days he’d come to help. 

Zoro wasn’t really talkative, but would listen to your endless ramblings as you talked about the shelter, all the animals, but eventually also things about your life, your family, your home… he was an excellent listener, and his very blunt character made that he usually came up with very honest opinions and helpful solutions, even when he didn’t necessarily intend them like that. And sometimes, when you stumbled over your words cause you were too focused, or said something that didn’t make sense he would laugh. It was a deep and loud laugh, making his whole upper body shake, and lately whenever he laughed, it made your heart flutter a little. Another reason to look forward to his help, which had already exceeded the number of hours he had to do for his extra credit. 

But the semester was coming to an end and you very well knew that even though he seemed to be enjoying his time way more than he initially did, that he would not do extra time. He had his sport’s practices to focus on and his group of friends that frequently went on weekend trips and such, and he had been missing out on a lot of that because of the volunteering he did. You felt a little sad, but had made peace with it. Still, a little voice in the back of your head was nagging more and more often to ask him to meet outside of the shelter. But you didn’t want to seem weird or creepy. Besides. He was obviously a popular college student, finishing up his degree, with a big group of friends that obviously adored him, and model-grade gorgeous. You were just a high school dropout that managed to get a job in a local shelter of which the owner died only a little after you got settled. You were struggling to make ends meet, had little social life besides the animals. You kept telling yourself that the only reason you were feeling so strange whenever Zoro came out to help, was because he was the only one who had made you feel like your life and stories mattered even a little. But you could get used to being all alone in here again with the occasional customer or 1-day volunteer. It was what you were used to. You had already taken far too much advantage of this gorgeous man’s free time.

And then the last day of the semester came. You were finishing up the chores of the day with a heavy heart. You would have to say goodbye, and you would have to keep it professional, since you never worked up the courage to really deepen the connection the two of you had besides working together. Zoro seemed a little uneasy as well, but neither of you was going to bring up the tense atmosphere. Tense was still better than awkward so you rolled with it. 

“Well then”, you started as you put your broom away, “you’ve been an amazing help this semester.” You walked over to the front desk and handed him all the papers he’d need to get his credit in order. 

“You more than deserved these, too bad I can’t give you a grade.” He chuckled in response. “I wish I could say I would miss it a lot, but I think my arms are better off scratch-free” You laughed a little as well, but felt yourself dying on the inside. Of course he wouldn’t miss this place. Or you. 

He put the papers away in his bag, and you were staring at the desk, desperately making up sentences in your mind, of which you could utter maybe one, just one, to say what you were feeling and what you really wanted. But anything you came up with seemed so lame, so stupid, so hopeless, so desperate, and even though you felt like all of these things, that was not how you wanted to portray yourself in front of him for all people. 

He softly touched your arm, his hand warm, and you jumped at the sudden contact. He stepped back in surprise at your reaction. “Sorry”, he mumbled, “I just wanted to say that I didn’t mind my time here. You really helped me out well”. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, clearly not too used to being soft in someone’s presence, and he smiled an adorable smile as he said those words, a mix of embarrassment and sincerity on his face. You felt like melting, and had to suppress the urge to just wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. With those broad shoulders and strong arms, you were quite sure that the hug he’d give back would be heavenly. But you didn’t, because again, that would be so strange with no indications beforehand that that was what you wanted. 

You nodded, a soft smile on your face as well. “You’re welcome. If you ever have some spare time and get bored, you know the way… or well, you don’t but you’ll find it.” He frowned a little at your remark, but the glint in his eyes betrayed that he found it quite amusing too. He picked up his bag, and opened the door. “Bye then?” “Goodbye Zoro”

A box of kittens. You had nearly tripped over them when you left the shelter to go home for the day. The box was in front of the door and weak, tiny mewls already betrayed its content as you did your utmost best to regain your balance. You kneeled down next to it, carefully opened up the top. Four little kittens, way too young to be away from the mother yet. Already emotional from the happenings of the day you felt tears well up in your eyes. You picked up the box and placed it inside, immediately grabbing whatever supplies you could find to keep the kittens warm, furiously wiping at your eyes in order to clear the tears before they could stream down your cheeks. Things like this could make you so furious. And oh, if only Zoro was still here to calm you down and help out a little. 

You had to take a few deep breaths and gather your thoughts. You had to get out, running for some kitten milk. These babies needed their nutrients and you’d probably spend the night in the shelter making sure they were fed whenever they needed it, keeping an eye on them. So you’d have to go get an overnight bag. But that would mean you would be away from them for a considerable time. You decided that the food was the most important part and literally sprinted to the most nearby pet store, mentally reminding yourself to book an appointment at the vet asap when you were back. 

Sunken deep in thoughts, you weren’t seeing where you were walking, running straight into someone, stumbling and falling on your back in the process. Great. That was what you needed. Some public humiliation while you were already at the verge of a little breakdown. You started to mumble a string of incoherent apologies when you looked up at a surprisingly familiar figure. “y/n?” “Zoro? What are you doing here?” “The apartment I live in is right here. What are you doing here?” He pointed upward at an apartment building and offered you his hand to get up. You grabbed it, and for a split second you wondered how he could possibly take up to two hours to get to the shelter from his apartment that was even closer to the shelter than his college campus was. But then you were back on your feet and you remembered the kittens. Your mind immediately regained some focus again. “Kittens” “What?” “Someone dropped a box of newborn kittens at the door. They will die without supervision, milk and warmth. So I'm getting some food for them and I’ll be staying the night with them to keep an eye on them” You managed to get all things out in one breath, almost turning to start walking again. No matter how much more time you actually wanted to spend in his presence, you knew it was a race against the clock to help the little babies, and those were your top priority right now. 

Zoro’s eyes grew wide. No matter how much he didn’t always connect with some of your furry friends that he had to take care of, he too was filled with rage when he had heard tales of people mishandling them and the reason why some were so scared and defensive when he was too loud or too brisk. You apologized again, explaining that you really had to go, that time was of the essence, and started walking. You were surprised to notice Zoro walking with you. 

“I’ll come with you.”  “What?”  “I’ll come with you. You need food too. And probably some blankets or something for the night right? You need some rest if you are going to take care of everything we usually do and then the new kittens on top of that. I’ll help” 

It was not a question, not even an offer. More a matter-of-a-fact-statement and even though every polite fiber in your being was telling you to follow etiquette and politely tell him that that was absolutely not necessary, you couldn’t push away the overwhelming relief and admiration you felt for this man in that moment and you accepted his help immediately.

You were back at the shelter in a matter of minutes, basic supplies for the kittens in hand, and the vet already on the phone as you followed their instructions on how to take care of them overnight, so you could bring them in for checkup and more detailed advice first thing in the morning. Knowing that Zoro would come and help you out, had done wonders for your mood, your resolve and your nerves. You felt more steady, like you could actually pull this off without neglecting either the kittens or any of the other animals that also needed your attention. 

Zoro had promised to go get some things to make the night at the shelter a little more comfortable and something for you to eat, because he figured you probably were starving at that point. And while you had not eaten yet, the adrenaline made you not feel the hunger. Now that things were calming down and the adrenaline was wearing off, you could feel your stomach grumble and you were mentally thanking your green-haired hero for his considerate streak. He had literally no obligation to help you out in any way. He was no longer officially volunteering. He had nothing to gain. He was probably on his ways to get a couple of beers and blissfully pass out after an evening of fun with his roommates. But he had seen you in distress and decided to help, and it had warmed your heart and given you renewed energy. 

The kittens were left to sleep a little after you had given all the first help that you could under the phone-guidance of the local vet clinic, and now you were nervously waiting on the couch for Zoro to return. You were nervous cause of the kittens, but you also caught yourself being a little nervous about the fact that he’d be keeping you company for the night. Not that you were seeing this as a date of any kind, but just the mere idea gave you the shivers in a nervous kind of way. 

He arrived only a little after you sat down, bag with a big blanket and some drinks in one hand, and another one holding a steaming bag of takeaway food. “I’m sorry it took me so long, I got -” “lost” you chuckled, “no worries, I got the first things taken care off” 

You patted the spot next to you on the couch. “Sit down, thank you for getting food. And thank you for helping out… I… I think I might have had a little breakdown if it wasn’t for your presence” He shrugged off the praise. “I am already used to helping out here, and besides, I kind of liked spending time with you, so a little extra won’t hurt”. 

He said those words so easily, you wanted to smack him for how casual he was about it,  and how bluntly and honestly he expressed his feelings, while you shared the same feelings but didn’t dare utter a single word. You grabbed the food instead and the blanket, sitting down so you could both sit down comfortably, keep an eye on the kittens and eat without too many problems. He got the hint, and made himself more comfortable on the couch as well.

The evening flew by. You had food, checked up on the kittens regularly per the vet’s instructions, and since there were no other chores to do, you could actually have some proper talks with Zoro. He was still not really as talkative, but he answered your questions, told you some more details about his life that he had not mentioned before. You could almost physically feel yourself growing more and more attracted to him, and nearly felt guilty about it. 

Despite all the adrenaline wearing you off and making you tired, you stayed up a remarkably long time, Zoro’s company and the kittens keeping you awake for longer than you had expected to stay up. But now it was nearing 4am and you were feeling your eyelids grow heavy. You were telling Zoro something about why you dropped out of high school, but you kept losing track of your own sentences. You had to think long and hard before repeating the few words you had already said. The playful smirk that was present on his face as you were struggling to find cohesion in your story didn’t help either. He thought it incredibly endearing, and when your eyes finally shut without opening again, and a soft snore could be heard, he very carefully moved you a bit so you would lay more comfortably. He crossed his arms and legs and leaned back in order to get some shuteye as well. 

You woke up to your alarm, that you had set up to go off every few hours, just so you could check up on the kittens and go through all the steps again. Your eyes and whole body felt heavy and it was harder to get up than expected. Not only because you were incredibly tired still, but also because a muscled arm was snugly resting around your midsection. You were sure you had fallen asleep on one end of the couch, but for some reason, you were leaning on Zoro, and he had wrapped an arm around you to secure you and make sure you didn’t slip off the couch. 

Your heart skipped a beat and you got up rather briskly. Of course, the sudden movement made Zoro wake up as well, and he seemed just as embarrassed as you were about the slightly compromising positions you had been napping in. You quickly cleared your throat, muttering ‘kittens’ before standing up, checking up on the babies and going through the motions. Without having to say anything, Zoro got up and started the morning chores already. It was way too early for those, but before you could protest he said that he’d get them started as long as you were working on the kittens, so you both could have a little more rest before your planned vet visit. You gave him a grateful smile. 

When the work was done, you called Zoro back, and you both sat down on the couch again. He seemed incredibly relaxed, almost as if he had forgotten that you were practically cuddling a little while ago, the mere thought of the sensation of his strong arm holding you making your heart race again. You shifted positions seven times in the span of three minutes and you could feel him staring at you, one brow raised in confusion at your almost yoga-like contortions you were trying in order to get comfortable. 

“Are you okay y/n?” 

“Yeah...I...I just… I don’t know how I could ever thank you properly” “Well… I already got my credit. But your head resting on my chest was kind of nice. Maybe a goodnight kiss before we go to sleep again for a little while?” He sounded casual, but he was avoiding eye-contact, regretting the words as they left his mouth. Your eyes grew so big they were about to pop up out of your sockets. “I mean, if you don’t mind if not… I…” Now it was his turn to get flustered, the little bit of smooth talk he had had earlier completely gone as the inner panic set in of maybe misunderstanding your previous actions, glances, words, and ministrations. 

You gathered up all your courage, and gave him a soft peck on the lips, seeing his eyes widen in surprise and the tips of his ears turn red before you rested your head on his broad chest. “You know for that payment, I’m willing to hire you as a full time worker here.” you hummed contently. He let out a few confused grunts, surprised by your bout of confidence, not seeing that you were trying to hide the insane embarrassment on your face. Face red, he managed to utter just one response before you drifted off into sleep again. “I’m gonna need a little more payment than just that. But well, I’ll consider it” 

fin. 

[yeah-klave]

The Sexual Awakening of David Joseph Katz - Chapter 8

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Series summary:  A multi-chapter journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening.

Chapter summary: Dave tries something new.

Genre: Developing relationship, smut. (18+ only, please)

A/N: This is set in a nothing-too-bad-happens modern AU. The characters are all in their early twenties (I’m picturing adult!actor versions of them and Dave as a (younger) Cody Ray Thompson). The siblings are all still living at home, relatively happily, and Dave, Lila, Sissy and Carl are friends who hang out with them at the Academy.

Word length: 5.2k

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The Umbrella Academy characters or settings.

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It was the weekend. Klaus and Dave had spent the day hanging out with Diego, Ben and Luther.

They’d driven out of the city to a hiking trail and explored for a bit, then set themselves up on a rickety jetty to do some fishing in a nearby lake.

Ben had rolled his eyes at Diego and Luther’s competitive sniping, but all three had ended up blaming Klaus for scaring away all the fish after he got board of sitting quietly and decided to dip his toes in the water and attempt to splash the serious look of concentration off Dave’s face. He succeeded.

Nobody ended up catching any fish.

In the afternoon, they returned to the Academy to chill and – at Dave’s insistence – have a Star Wars movie marathon.

At one point, Five wandered through the living room. He paused to roll his eyes fondly at the slouching heap of limbs they had become, before heading off in the direction of the bar. They heard clinking, them a few moments later he wandered back out, distractedly muttering something about quantum mechanics and clutching a Margarita topped with a little blue cocktail umbrella.

At some point during the second movie, Ben extracted himself and wandered off to a quiet nook to do a little reading and, shortly afterwards, Luther left to go pick up Allison from the mall, where she’d been shopping with some girlfriends.

Bored again from too much sitting, Klaus had come up with a game that involved passing random objects between them without letting them touch the floor, using only their feet.

With the movie still playing in the background, they’d been passing Dave’s balled-up hoodie between them for a solid twenty minutes when Diego’s phone pinged and he missed the pass from Klaus, letting the hoodie fall to the floor.

“Dude!” Klaus exclaimed, hands raised.

Diego shrugged and checked his phone.

“It’s Lila inviting me over,” he said. “Her roommate’s out of town.”

“Booty call,” Klaus grinned, winking at Diego and conspiratorially nudging Dave with his elbow. “Sounds like you’re in there, bro.”

Diego grimaced back. “More like, she’s bored of being on her own without anyone to tease, so she’s calling sparring partners to her.”

“If that really was the case,” Dave said, “and all she wanted was an argument, she’d just text Carl.”

“Ha! True!” Klaus barked a laugh. “He’d definitely take the bait. He’s been in such a pissy mood recently.” Klaus made a lewd gesture, “I don’t think he’s getting any from Sissy.”

“I don’t think you can blame Sissy for Carl’s foul mood,” Dave added sagely.

“Definitely not!” Klaus said, “it’s not her fault her boyfriend’s a prick.”

“To be fair,” Diego cut in, “she’s been pretty busy recently with that volunteering group she and Vanya signed up for. You know, the one with the music therapy for autistic kids.”

Klaus and Dave shared a glance and Dave had to duck his head quickly to hide his smile.

“Yeah,” Klaus said slowly, “Sissy and Vanya have been busy with the… volunteering. Recently, in particular, they’ve both got very… busy. Together.”

Engrossed in his phone, Diego didn’t notice the knowing grin that passed between Klaus and Dave.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” Diego mused, “maybe it gives her too much power. Coming when she calls, I mean. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.”

“Don’t you mean get the right idea?” Klaus smirked.

“Shut up,” Diego scowled, “I’m not her lap dog.”

Klaus caught Dave’s gaze and rolled his eyes. “Honestly, these Straights,” he said with a mock exasperated sigh, “they have such complicated relationships.” He turned to Diego and levelled him a challenging look. “Seriously, brother mine, you need to let that girl peg the toxic masculinity right out of you. You might have a clearer perspective on the whole thing after you’ve let her fuck you ‘till your true bratty bottom personality starts showing. I bet you’d find it quite liberating to let her watch you shake apart while your ankles are in the air and your knees are up by your ears.”

Diego let out a strangled choking sound.

“But if you’re too much of a sissy to let a woman top you,” Klaus added, “I’d highly recommend levelling up and finding a nice guy to fuck you instead. Tits are nice and all that – but you just can’t beat a big, hard dick. So go find yourself one of them. Just not the one attached to him,” Klaus winked at Dave, “because that one’s spoken for.”

Dave grinned fondly, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t even know where to start with that,” Diego said with a grimace.

“Well,” Dave said evenly, “personally, I’d recommend starting with a bit of dry humping. Then, when you finally get your hands around it, you can start working it properly. Maybe fondle the balls a bit.”

“Dave!” Diego said shocked. “That’s… you… don’t say things like that.” He looked between Klaus and Dave, scandalised. “He’s having a bad effect on you, Dave.”

“He’s had an effect alright,” Dave said, catching Klaus’ eye, “a big, prominent, pointed effect.”

“Seriously, dude,” Diego grimaced, “I don’t want to hear this.”

“Oh, quit whining,” Klaus chuckled. “We all know you ship us hard.”

“So hard,” Dave added.

“So, very, very hard.” Klaus giggled. “As hard as we make each other.”

“Oh, dear god!” Diego cringed, covering his ears with his hands. “Mental images! Forcing their way into my brain. Cannot un-think!”

Klaus and Dave both laughed.

“Well, on that note, I’m off.” Diego patted himself down checking for his keys and started towards the door. “I’d rather be at Lila’s beck and call than listen to anymore of this. You reprobates stay safe now. And for God’s sake, don’t cum on anything, please!”

“Don’t worry,” Klaus called after him. “We swallow.”

“La-la-la! NOT LISTENING!” Diego called back, hands over his ears again as he left, the front door to the Academy clicking shut behind him.

Klaus caught Dave’s eye and Dave raised an eyebrow and asked simply, “So, shall we?”

And Klaus barked a laugh. “Hell, yes!” he said, pulling Dave to his feet.

They ran upstairs and stumbled down the corridor to Klaus’ room, laughing and kissing and fumbling, hands pulling off clothes and blindly knocking into furniture in their haste.

“Diego’s really going to appreciate the trail of discarded clothing leading to your room,” Dave smiled, glancing over Klaus’ shoulder.

“Don’t care,” Klaus breathed, his lips pressing kisses along Dave’s jaw. “To be honest, Grace will probably pick it all up before he sees anyway.” Dave’s eyes widened in panic, but Klaus took the lobe of Dave’s ear into his mouth and sucked, and Dave’s mind blanked. He shivered and Klaus grinned, grazing his teeth along the flesh.

The door to Klaus’ room was barely shut behind them before Klaus was sinking to his knees in front of Dave, hands scrambling to unbuckle his pants.

Dave rested his head back against the door and allowed Klaus to pull his pants and boxers down, but before Dave had chance to step out of them, Klaus was leaning forwards eagerly and taking Dave into his mouth.

Dave groaned, long and low, both his hands going to Klaus’ head, fingers carding through the unruly curls, fingernails raking slowly and seductively along the scalp. He then tugged gently, in just the way he knew Klaus loved and Klaus hummed in delight. The vibrations sent a wave of pleasure through Dave and he sighed out Klaus’ name. Klaus hummed again, then started sucking and bobbing his head in earnest, his hands steadying Dave’s hips.

Dave closed his eyes and let the feelings overtake him. Klaus was setting a delicious rhythm, with just the right level of suction. His mouth was hot and wet and perfect. Dave could feel Klaus breathe out as he relaxed his throat and took Dave down deeper.

“Oh, Klaus…” Dave moaned, gently tugging on his hair again. “That’s so good.”

Klaus hummed again and, fighting the impulse to gag, took him down ever further.

“Oh, yes!” Dave sighed. “Oh Klaus, your mouth feels so good.” His brain fuzzy, the praises spilled off his lips, “Yes, oh you’re so good at that. It feels amazing. You feel amazing. You’re amazing.” Dave could feel the pressure building, the knot tightening. Klaus kept bobbing and sucking. “Oh yes, there, like that. Klaus! Oh yes, yes.”

 Dave twitched his hips slightly and Klaus gave an almost imperceptible nod and squeezed his fingers, signalling that Dave could thrust forwards. Dave let out a strangled little sound and – ever so gently – started fucking Klaus’ mouth. Klaus moaned, his pupil’s blown and his chin wet.

Dave let out a low grunt and concentrated on the feeling of the tiny thrusts of his hips – the raw, decadent pleasure of pushing his cock into his partner’s willing mouth. The slightly strangled moans coming from Klaus were needy and wanton and desperate. The act felt so… base. So… primal. To Dave, it felt… unimaginably good.

Dave savoured the feeling, storing it away to be examined and replayed at another time, another place.

Klaus squeezed Dave’s hips again and then took him all the way down into his throat, swallowed, then hummed. And Dave felt the vibrations rumble through him in a heady wave. His fingers twitched and his hips bucked involuntarily.

Klaus chocked. Just a little. “Sorry, sorry,” Dave said, contrite. He only felt slightly guilty for the sudden rush that had surged through him at the sight and sound of Klaus choking on his cock.

Klaus hummed in response, picking up the pace of his bobbing, cheeks hollowed and his tongue working the underside. His thumb ran soothingly over Dave’s hipbone and even in his state of fuggy pleasure, Dave knew it was a sign of reassurance.

Half out of his mind with pleasure, Dave looked down and took in the sight of Klaus; cheeks hollowed, his lips stretched wide around Dave’s cock, the gentle sway of his wild curls as he bobbed his head. His eyelashes were dark fans over eyelids heavy from desire. Dave felt a proprietary surge of pleasure as he noticed the beginnings of dark streaks on the pale, delicate skin under Klaus’ bottom lashes, where the slight wetness around his eyes had caused his eyeliner to run.

Dave gave another low groan. He could feel himself tensing, his pleasure cresting. “Klaus!” he managed to grunt.

 Klaus pulled back and off with a wet pop, a line of saliva still connecting them. He began fisting Dave’s length. He opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue and rested Dave’s tip on the wet, pink muscle. He looked up: open and willing and eager. Ready to be claimed, though Dave.

Eyelids heavy and eyes dark with lust, Klaus gazed up at Dave through his lashes. And, staring down into Klaus’ eyes, Dave’s pleasure crested and his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal surge. He came undone, pulsing and releasing, thick creamy ropes of cum landing over Klaus’ tongue and his lips and his chin and his cheek. Klaus closed his eyes and took it, hand still working Dave’s shaft, helping him ride out his high. And Dave just kept cumming, all over his boyfriend’s face and tongue and a bit in his hair. And it felt so dirty, but also so brilliant. And his brain thrummed: mine, mine, mine…

Dave’s cock gave a final weak pulse and Klaus licked the small trickle of cum off the tip.

Dave looked down and blushed at the sight of Klaus on his knees before him, his cheeks flushed, chin wet, face splattered with cum and his hair sticking up wildly from where Dave had been gripping the dark curls.

“Oh, Klaus” he whispered reverently. And Klaus smiled and gently kissed the tip of Dave’s cock one last time before getting to his feet.

Dave’s thumb came up to Klaus’ bottom lip and smeared a spot of cum across the skin. Klaus’ tongue came out to taste it, but Dave leaned forwards quickly and caught Klaus’ lips in a kiss, tasting himself on Klaus’ skin and in the slow slide of their lips and tongues.

“So, I guess we didn’t do what Diego asked after all,” Dave smiled.

“Pretty sure he meant the sofas, or in the kitchen or something,” Klaus grinned. “I don’t think it counts if the thing you’re cumming on is me.” Dave groaned again. Then reached blindly, grabbed his discarded tee and lightly wiped the mess off Klaus’ face. Then he brought their faces close until the tips of their noses were touching and brushed them together in an Eskimo kiss.

Dave stepped forwards, trying to walk Klaus back to the bed but, forgetting about his pants still pooled around his ankles, he almost overbalanced. Klaus laughed and held his arms steady while Dave toed off his boots and socks and stepped out of his jeans. Klaus’ pants had been abandoned somewhere on the trip from the living room to Klaus’ bedroom.

Dave gently placed his hands on Klaus’ immaculate chest and walked him back to the bed, softly pushing him down onto his back. Klaus shuffled backwards, laying his head on the pillow. He was toned and sun-golden and glorious, his erection a prominent bulge tenting his underwear. He’s gorgeous, Dave thought. Completely gorgeous and all mine. And a thrill ran through him.

Dave got onto the bed and pulled Klaus’ underwear off. And then Klaus was spread out before him: standing big and stiff and proud. A meal Dave wanted to both devour all at once… and also savour for the rest of his life.

Dave crawled over Klaus, propping himself up on his forearms so he could bring their lips together again. Klaus sighed and ran one hand down Dave’s spine, resting the other on his backside and squeezing.

“Ass man,” Dave breathed into Klaus’ mouth.

“Bite me,” Klaus smiled back, and Dave caught his bottom lip between his teeth and nipped lightly. Klaus groaned and pushed his hips up against Dave.

Dave grinned and rolled them over. He slotted his leg between Klaus’, presenting his thigh for Klaus to ride. Klaus propped himself up on his arms and pushed his hips down, grinding his erection into Dave’s deliciously solid thigh. He breathed out a sigh and leaned down to continue their kiss, his hips pressing forwards rhythmically. Dave pushed his tongue into Klaus’ mouth and let the kiss get dirty, his hands kneading Klaus’ ass cheeks as Klaus humped his leg. The room was filled with the sound of Klaus panting and grunting and the dull thunk of the headboard against the wall as Klaus increased the pace and vigour of his rutting.

“Look at you,” Dave breathed, eyeing Klaus’ slack mouth and flushed cheeks, “just look at you. So beautiful.”

“Dave,” Klaus gritted out.

“Oh, is there something you need, sweetheart?” Dave teased.

“Yes,” Klaus panted, a little frustrated and desperate to get off.

Dave raised an eyebrow but made no other attempt to move.

“Oh,” Klaus whined, “Dav-uh!”

Dave grinned wickedly, “Maybe you should ask nicely?”

Klaus’ eyes went wide. For a heart stopping moment, Dave thought he might have gone too far, might have misread the vibe, might have killed the moment.

But then Klaus flushed, blinking rapidly, and whispered, “Dave, please.” Dave squeezed his ass cheeks again and Klaus whined and clamped his thighs around Dave’s leg, grinding his erection down harder. “Please,” he repeated in a small, broken voice, “please do something to get me off.” He brought his lips to Dave’s ear, so close Dave could feel his lips moving, and murmured, “please, Mr Katz…”

Dave swallowed hard. A rush of adrenaline, and also something else – something deeper and more primal – ran through him. He could feel the soft, warm weight of his partner, writhing and rutting against him. Needy and desperate. Needy, for him. Dave was suddenly overwhelmed by an instinctive, primal urge to give and please and protect and provide. Mine, Dave thought again. He’s mine.

Dave hooked his leg around Klaus’ and flipped them over. He pressed one final searing kiss to Klaus’ lips and then worked his way down Klaus’ body, trailing kisses down his neck and chest, his tongue flicking over the hardened nub of a nipple. He teasingly kissed his way down the faint trail of dark hairs that started just below his navel and ended at the base of Klaus’ cock.

Dave could feel Klaus breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. But rather than turning his attention to Klaus’ erection. Dave dipped his head lower, and pressed kisses and teasing licks into the delicate skin surrounding Klaus’ cock. He pressed his nose against Klaus’ balls, nuzzling them slightly, then opened his mouth and sucked as much as he could into his mouth, applying delicious pressure and working the skin with his tongue. Klaus whined above him. Dave repeated the action, then moved onto the other.

“Dave,” Klaus panted. “Dave, please.”

A thought started buzzing in Dave’s brain. It felt electric – live and shocking.

Without quite realising he’d done it, Dave made a decision. He felt wired and alive and empowered.

Dave smiled and rose onto his knees. His hands went to Klaus’ hips. “Roll over,” he said gently.

“What?” Klaus’ head came up, eyes slightly unfocussed.

“Come on,” Dave repeated quietly, “roll over.”

“Dave? What’re you…” Klaus looked confused.

“I want to try something,” Dave smiled. He felt a shy, nervous flutter in his stomach, but he swallowed, caught Klaus’ eye and gave a confident little nod.

Klaus held his gaze a moment, eyes wide, but then he obliged, rolling onto his front. Dave encouraged him to spread his legs and lift onto his knees and elbows. Dave sat back for a second and just took in the sight before him: his boyfriend bent over on his bed, flushed and hard and slightly bewildered, but presenting himself so beautifully for Dave. Dave licked his lips and smiled. He was going to enjoy this.

Klaus’ head hung between his arms and he craned around to look at Dave admiring him and – despite all his previous experience – he still felt a small spike of self-conscious embarrassment. He shifted and started to get up, “Dave, what’s… what’re you doing…?”

“Shhh,” Dave reassured, his hand rubbing soothing circles into Klaus’ lower back and encouraging him back down. “It’s okay. Just relax. I’ve got this. I’ve got you.”

Klaus narrowed his eyes slightly but relaxed back down.

Dave positioned himself between Klaus’ legs and ran his hands over Klaus’ ass cheeks, endearingly pale against the tan of the rest of his skin. He gave the right one a quick pat and squeeze. Lowering his head slowly, he pressed a gentle kiss into the soft, fleshy centre of each cheek. Then, using his thumbs, he spread the cheeks apart, finally revealing Klaus’ pink, furled hole.

“Dave…?” He heard Klaus choke out.

Dave blew a soft stream of warm air onto Klaus’ little rosebud and watched as it clenched slightly.

Then, leaning forwards, he brought his face in close and slowly licked across Klaus’ tight hole.

“Fuck!” He heard Klaus exclaim.

Dave smiled and, tongue soft and wet and wide, he repeated the action.

“Oh, Dave! Oh, fuck!” Klaus panted again.

Dave pointed his tongue and flicked it up and down, and left to right, brushing it quickly over the delicate skin. Dave could feel Klaus’ hole fluttering under his tongue.

“Dave! Oh god, yes, oh yes!” Klaus panted. He shifted his hips and repositioned his arm to take his weight. He brought the other hand down to his cock, which was hanging thick and heavy and neglected between his legs. But before he could take hold of it, however, Dave caught his wrist and stopped him.

“Not yet,” he said. And his face was still so close to Klaus’ most private area that Klaus could feel the huff of air against his wet skin when Dave spoke.

Klaus shivered and groaned, but brought his elbow back down to the bed, resigning himself to the sweet torture.

Dave reapplied his tongue to Klaus’ hole and soon Klaus was panting and sighing and pushing back against him, needy whines and breathy little gasps escaping his throat.

Dave switched up the movement of his tongue from strong licks and fast little flicks, and instead covered Klaus’ hole with his lips and then sucked lightly.

Klaus groaned under him, pushing back, his legs trembling. “Oh, fuuuuuck!” he whimpered.

Dave gave the furled hole another slow lick, then pointed his tongue and – ever so slowly – pushed it against Klaus’ entrance. Klaus’ breath hitched. At first Klaus’ muscles resisted. But then, as Dave wiggled his tongue slightly, he felt the tight ring of muscles begin to relax, allowing him to push his tongue in slightly. Dave pressed his tongue forwards in tight circular motions, then slowly pulled back and pressed in again, fucking Klaus’ hole with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, fuuuuucck me!” Klaus wailed. “Fuck, Dave! Yes! Oh, fuck I need to cum!”

Dave could feel Klaus trembling under his hands, the erratic twitch of his hips, the desperate, broken edge to his voice.

“Please, Dave,” Klaus pleaded. “Please, please…”

And Dave, his face still buried in Klaus’ ass, finally reached around and gripped Klaus’ leaking erection and started pumping.

And Klaus keened. He was caught between thrusting his painfully hard cock forward into Dave’s fist and pressing back into the delicious wet flicks of Dave’s tongue against his quivering hole. He was so desperately, painfully hard; the desire to cum so strong. And the feeling of Dave finally touching his rock-hard cock was toe-curlingly amazing. And Dave’s tongue, pressing and licking and sucking him – there – was beyond amazing. And for Klaus, time seemed to be caught in one delicious, shining moment of wet, hot, hard, fast, urgent, pleasure, clenching, tensing… and then he was cumming. Hard.

Thick creamy ropes spurted onto the bed and over Dave’s fist and Dave could feel Klaus’ hole twitching and clenching under his tongue as his muscles spasmed in waves. And Klaus was moaning Dave’s name wildly… then breathlessly… then a little brokenly as his trembling legs gave way and he finally collapsed forwards onto the bed.

Dave moved up the bed and lay down on his side next to him. Carefully, he ran his fingers through Klaus’ hair, studying his face, his closed eyes, his blissed-out expression.

Klaus opened his eyes blearily and looked at Dave.

“Dave,” he whispered hoarsely. Dave smiled.

“Dave,” Klaus tried again, “That was just so… thank you. Just, wow! Like really. Wow. It was just… so…” he screwed up his face, trying to find the right words and failing, ending instead on just a low grunt of consonants. “Nngggh,” he finished.

Dave smiled, eyes fond and affectionate. “Well, if I’ve rendered you speechless, I guess it must have been okay,” he teased lightly. Klaus blinked. Dave brought his lips down and tenderly kissed Klaus’ forehead and whispered, “I’m glad you thought so. It felt pretty incredible to do it for you too.” Klaus hummed and his eyes drifted closed.

“Hey,” Dave squeezed his shoulder. “You should have a quick shower before you sleep.”

“Don’t wanna,” Klaus mumbled. “Tired and comfy and no energy.”

“Come on, up you get.” Dave encouraged. “You’re sticky and sweaty and smell like sex. You’re laying in the wet spot and you’ve got cum in your hair. Shower, now.”

Klaus groaned and with great effort pulled himself up and moved towards the bathroom.

“Aren’t you coming?” Klaus asked in a small voice.

“You get in, I’ll be there in a sec,” Dave said. Klaus nodded and padded off.

Dave quickly stripped the bed and put on clean sheets from the cupboard where Grace kept the fresh linen. He bundled the dirty ones up and stuffed then in the laundry basket. He then went into the bathroom to join Klaus.

When they were showered and dry, Klaus in a pair of fluorescent briefs and Dave wearing clean boxers and a soft old tee from the stash of clothes he’d started leaving at the Academy, they crawled into bed. Klaus cuddled up to him and rested his head on Dave’s chest.

“Good call,” Klaus admitted, running his hands over the crisp sheets.

Dave hummed in response. Klaus closed his eyes, listening to the rumble of it against his ear.

“So, power kink, huh?” Klaus smiled into Dave’s chest.

“I guess so,” Dave replied. “Believe me, it took me by surprise a bit too.”

“It was good,” Klaus said. “Different. It looked good on you.” Klaus paused, then added, “I like the idea that we can switch stuff up like that sometimes.”

“Me too,” Dave found himself agreeing.

“You know,” Klaus said tentatively, “we could go further too.”

Dave traced the rim of Klaus’ ear with a fingertip.

“Yeah,” Dave said, feeling bold in the gathering darkness of the room. “Give and take, assertive and submissive, top and bottom… there’s so much we can try together. And that’s just power stuff. Then there’s… well, everything else as well.” He felt Klaus hum his agreement into the skin over his heart.

“You know,” Klaus said after a pause, “when we talked about this the other day, I thought we were going to start with some light fingering. But I guess I shouldn’t have underestimated you, Mr Katz. You just dived straight in tongue first.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Dave asked a little worriedly.

“Fuck no!” Klaus exclaimed. “I just didn’t think we’d start with rimming. I mean it’s not really the natural place to start.”

“Isn’t it?” Dave frowned. “To me, it kind of just felt right in the moment.”

“I’m glad you did,” Klaus insisted, “it was mind-blowing.”

Dave grimaced. “Promise you’re not teasing my technique?” He asked. “It’s the first thing I’ve done to you before you’ve done it to me first. I didn’t have any previous experience to work from.”

There was silence and Dave frowned and shifted to look down at Klaus’ face. He was surprised to find Klaus’ cheeks pink and his ears a little red.

“Klaus?” he asked, worried.

“You weren’t bad.” Klaus said quickly. “It’s not that. It’s just that, for once, I don’t really have anything to compare to either.” His eyes widened. “Not that I usually compare you with other people,” he said quickly. “I don’t do that. Just, with this, I don’t have a point of reference. So, all I can say is you blew my mind.”

Dave took a moment to process and then asked the obvious question. “Are you saying none of the people you’ve been with before have done that for you?”

“Um… yeah,” Klaus blushed – actually blushed – “yeah, I guess I am.”

Dave swallowed. “Because they didn’t want to? Or because you didn’t want them to?” He swallowed again. “Did I… I hope I didn’t… Klaus, did you want me to do that just now?”

Klaus shifted to press his face into the hollow of Dave’s neck, his nose nuzzling the base of his throat. “Dave,” he said seriously, “I wanted it. I wanted you to.” He paused. “Before now… nobody ever offered. It wasn’t particularly something that was on my radar. I was just happy for them to fuck me. Just that was okay. I didn’t feel like I was missing out or anything. But then you just… did that for me. Because you wanted to. I’ve never been with anyone who put me first like that before.”

Dave’s heart clenched and his chest felt tight. He wrapped his arms around Klaus’ small frame and buried his nose into the curls on the top of his head.

“Klaus” he murmured, “Klaus…”

“It’s okay,” he heard Klaus sigh into his neck, “you don’t need to say anything.”

Dave swallowed the lump in his throat and tightened his arms around Klaus. The warm weight of words that didn’t need to be said just yet, lying like a blanket over them as they held each other in the gathering darkness.

Finally, Dave broke the silence, “I don’t know whether I should be a little bit offended, you know? About not being complicated, I mean.” He grinned.

“What?” Klaus frowned, opening his eyes.

“That thing you said to Diego earlier, about his dynamic with Lila being complicated.”

“Oh,” Klaus settled back down. “That.” He paused then added. “You might play the deep, strong, silent type sometimes, Dave, but you’re not complicated. I mean, not complicated complicated.” Dave ran his fingers soothingly up and down Klaus’ arm. “It’s not like do you confusing things that I can’t work out. You’re easy.”

Dave laughed.

“I don’t mean easy.” Klaus corrected himself. “I mean…”

“I know what you mean,” Dave cut in. He pressed a kiss to the top of Klaus’ head. “You might be a chaotic, eccentric oddball at times, but to me, you’re easy, too.” Klaus huffed a small laugh against Dave’s chest.

“I love that we always seem to be on the same page about stuff,” Klaus said into the quiet stillness of the room.

“Yeah,” Dave agreed. “We click. Always have. And I suppose we trust each other too, so that helps.”

Klaus blinked and swallowed hard.

“We do click, don’t we?” His voice was small.

“Yes,” Dave said earnestly.

“This really is something special, isn’t it?” Klaus said, just as quietly. He wants confirmation, Dave thought. Despite all the bravado, he’s actually a little vulnerable and insecure and wants confirmation.

“Yes,” Dave said, giving him exactly what he needed. “For me, right from the very first moment, this just felt right.”

“For me too,” Klaus admitted softly.

Klaus rolled over and settled on his side, pulling Dave flush behind him; the big spoon to Klaus’ little spoon. Dave’s knees tucked into the crook of Klaus’ legs, his arm coming over, fingers interlacing and hands curled close to Klaus’ chest. Dave’s groin pressed against Klaus’ backside, but in this moment, Dave felt nothing more than tenderness and affection. He pressed a kiss to the back of Klaus’ neck, the spot right between his shoulders, and shifted slightly, snuggling them even closer.

“After everything,” Klaus mumbled into the pillow, voice drowsy and muffled slightly. “After all this time, and everything we’ve been through to get here.” He paused, let out a breath and then carried on. “It’s hard to believe that this is how it could be from now on.”

Dave thought back to how he used to feel about his relationship with Klaus – like his life had turned into a series of moments as precious… and delicate… and fragile as champagne flutes on a tray in the wind. He wondered when he had stopped feeling like the tiniest wrong move or misstep could bring his happiness crashing down in a shower of irreparable shards of shattered crystal.

“Believe it,” Dave replied, and Klaus sighed and relaxed further into his arms. Dave shut his eyes and held him close, his heart beating a rhythm against Klaus’ back: this, just this, just this, just this, just this…

[dimensionwriter]

Not Quite Dead Roommate

Male! Ghost x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warning: Some degradation (don’t know if that’s actually a trigger, but just wanted to make sure. So be careful)

Word Count: 7, 328

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“I think our house is haunted.”

Your roommate stared back up at you with those dark brown eyes. His pale skin had a light pink tinge on his cheeks due to him going through his second bag of hot cheetos.

“I think our house is haunted,” you repeated with a serious face. All your roommate did was slowly blink at you for a second before grabbing a hold of his black laptop. His slide his legs off the couch and patted the new made space.

“So, explain to me why you think our house is haunted all of a sudden?” he grumbled deeply as he closed his laptop. His dark curly brown hair was pulled back in a messy bun with a bunch of curls laying around his face.

You thought for a second he was taking you seriously until those dark pink lips slowly spread into a humorous smirk. His eyes were twinkling with amusement as he stared at you.

“I’m not joking,” you exclaimed throwing yourself on the couch. You naturally swung your legs on top of his and started glaring at him. His hand came from inside his hoodie, which was like a second skin to him, and rested on your legs. “Taoi, listen. This morning I woke up to the cabinet doors moving on their own.”

A small snort escaped his mouth as he tried to cover it. “This house is old. The cabinet probably moved because the house is settling.” You glared at him as he turned slightly smug for a second.

“Yesterday, I was in my room and the temperature dropped so low that I could see my breath,” you statd with a raised eyebrow. Taoi raised an eyebrow before rolling those dark brown eyes.

“Well,” he drew out fluttering his fingers up and down your leg. You tried your best to not get distracted from it as you stared at him. Even if his hand was chilling cold, it still felt nice on your leg, a little too nice. “You didn’t go to sleep the day before and was most likely hallucinating. I turned the air on higher because it was getting too stuffy for me. Probably just saw something floating across your room.”

“What about the time I went to get something to drink and there was nothing on the counter and I turned around to ask if you wanted something, which you said no to. But when I turned back around, there was a full cup sitting on the counter already.”

He looked up from your legs to shrug his shoulders. His dark eyes were too busy staring at his finger dancing across your skin.

He didn’t have an excuse. Yes, he couldn’t explain that, so he has to believe you.“Or the day when you were out for work, I passed by a mirror and saw something standing in my room. I turned around and nothing was there.”

He stopped his fingers and tensed up. His face slowly started turning pink as he turned to look out at the backyard.

“See, there’s no way to explain it. I really think our house is haunted,” you yelled grabbing his arm. You begin to shake him, trying to get that common sense in him.

“Fine. Fine. I believe you,” he yelped with a slight laughter in his voice. You stopped tugging him, but left your hands on his biceps. Your roommate wasn’t the buffest guy in the world, but he still had some muscle to him. “But don’t you think it’s weird how this ghost is only bothering you. Maybe…maybe it has a crush on you?”

You didn’t know it was possible for you to move that fast. In a blink of an eye, Taoi had one of the couch pillows slamming into his face. A high pitch squeal came from him as he tried to protect himself from your assault.

“Take this serious,” you grumbled slamming the pillow one last time into his face before throwing it behind you. Small giggles escaped from Taoi as he looked at you between his hands.

“I’m just saying. Waiting in your room for you, getting things out for you, checking in on you. Don’t you think those are pretty romantic,” he sung out fluttering his dark eyelashes. He twisted his body and laid down in the small space between you and the back of the couch, which was barely 4 inches. You moved your arm and wrapped it around him. He was quick to snuggle into your side with a small content sigh slipping out. You pretend to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the moment.

“That’s not romantic in any shape or form,” you mumbled. Your fingers sunk into his fluffy hair and begin to play around with it. Taoi’s body seem to somehow melt as your nails scratched his scalp.

“What do you think is romantic?” He purred with a voice so deep that it scared you for a second. You sometimes forget that Taoi’s voice range can go to dog whistle or bass drop whenever he feels like it.

“Not haunting the crap out of me,” you said instantly glaring around, just in case the ghost was listening. A low whimper caused you to look down to see Taoi’s staring at you with doe eyes accompanied by his lips poked out. You were confused for a second before you realized you had stopped playing with his hair. Such a needy baby.

“No seriously. What do you find romantic?” He said throwing an arm around your waist. You tilted your head back as you tried to think. It’s been a while since you’ve dated and you kind of forgot what you liked. Ever since you moved in with Taoi, you really haven’t really found anyone that caught your eye.

“I really don’t know. Stuff that shows that the person cares about me. Maybe a few sweets and gifts would be nice, but nothing overbearing. Letting me steal a hoodie or two,” you joked at the end. Taoi was quiet after you stopped talking. Did he fall asleep?

“Mmm, okay,” he whispered. You looked down to see he was staring intensely at the floor. His eyes were glazed over slightly.

“Taoi. Are you okay?” He blinked slowly before looking up at you. A small gentle smile appeared on his face as his eyes begin to twinkle like the night stars. You breath got stuck in your throat as you looked down at him.

You’re not dumb, you do know that your roommate is extremely attractive. You’ve been able to live pretty normally with him with this knowledge. It just that he sometimes catches you off guard. Especially moments like this.

“Sorry, got distracted by that stain on the carpet. You should go to bed. You have work in the morning,” he rambled out patting your side. You narrowed your eyes at him, but still slide off the couch.

“That’s real rich coming from a guy who has insomnia,” you yelled walking to your room. You stopped at the door way and turned back to look at him. “You better take your medicine tonight. If I wake up in the middle of the night to see you standing around weirdly, I’m forcing you into a blanket burrito.”

A bark of laughter escaped him at your last statement. He started laughing so hard that he fell off the couch.

“Okay, I have accidently killed you. Well, I’m heading to bed. So goodnight.” You didn’t get a response from him. But you could still hear his high pitched giggles from outside your door.

The high pitched melody from your phone assaulted your ears as the intense sunlight melted your eyes through your eyelids. The throbbing sensation in your head slowly increased along with the alarm.

You quickly rolled over and slammed your finger on the dismissed button. Your body felt so icky and you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. But you needed to go to work.

Why did you think it was a good idea to stay up until 3 am to look up info on ghost when you had to be up at 6 for work? Do you really need money?

The temperature in your room plummeted. You gripped your covers as your eyes shot wide open. A slight fog was encasing your room in an eerily vibe.

“Can you not bother me right now?” You grumbled grabbing the quilt and wrapping it tighter around you. You just need 5 more minutes and you’ll deal with the ghost. Yeah, just 5 more minutes.

“Get…up,” an airy voice whispered in your ear. A light breeze fanned across your cheeks causing a chill to go down your spine. It was so close to you.

But you were too tired to care. You wanted nothing more than to drift into that peaceful land of sleep and let this throbbing headache fade away.

“Get up.” It said slightly louder. The quilt wrapped around your body was ripped from you. A loud groan of irritation erupted from your throat as the cold air hit your skin.

“Fine. I’m up!” you screamed jumping out of bed with a slight tantrum. You could see a figure disappear from the corner of your room. Your quilt laid on the ground, but instead of a jumbled mess, it was folded perfectly. At least they weren’t annoying you more with a mess to clean up.

Begrudgingly, you walked to your connected bathroom and started the shower. While the shower was warming up, you quickly brushed your teeth and did your face routine.

The mirror was fogged up from the steam of the shower, but you didn’t really need to see yourself in order to finish the routine. It was kind of muscle memory at this point.

“E-A-T-B-R-E-A-K-F-A-S-T.” The letters was slowly written in the fog on the mirror. You were kind of startled by it, but didn’t react that much. All you really did was roll your eyes at the statement and use your hand to wipe away the condensation on the mirror.

“I hope you’re not a perv and going to watch me take my shower,” you grumbled with a slight edge to your tone. You glared into the mirror at really nothing, but hope the ghost could see you.

“B-Y-E.” It appeared in the corner of the mirror, a spot you didn’t reach. The steam slowly faded away, making it feel like the creature really left you.

You walked out of your room to see a bunch of pancakes, waffles, pastries, and juice sitting on the little dining table. There was a small thing of scrambled eggs being made on the stove, but no one was near the stove.

“Taoi! What have I told you about leaving food unattended?” You yelled turning around. You looked at Taoi’s door as you waited for him to stumble out.

“What do you mean?” A voice hummed out. You turned around to see Taoi in his black hoodie holding the handle on the pan. His dark eyebrow was raised up in confusion as you stared at him with wide eyes. “I was watching it.”

“How-wait-what?” You stumbled as you turned between Taoi and his door. There was definitely no one in the kitchen. It’s an open space house, so there was no way he could have hid anywhere. How did he manage to get there?

“I was right here,” he said slowly while pointing to the eggs with a spatula. You blinked slowly at the statement. You know what you saw. “Is your little ghost boyfriend messing with your vision now?”

Your eyes narrowed threateningly at his statement. “It’s not my boyfriend. If anything, it’s annoying,” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up. You felt like you were going to pass out from how tired you were.

“Aww, trouble in love town,” he teased scrapping the eggs onto a plate. He walked over to the dining table and placed the plate down. He pulled out a chair for you, which made you smiled a little.

When you first met, you told him he didn’t need to pull out a chair for you, but he still insists. He can be such a sweetheart sometimes.

“Now, tell Taoi why you angry with your little ghost?” he asked putting some food on our plate. While he did that, you grabbed the juice and pour your own cup and gave him some apple juice.

You explain to Taoi how the ghost decided to be your alarm this morning and wake you up. You even included the incident in the bathroom.

“Well, I thank the ghost. If he didn’t wake you up, I would have came in with the pillow you hit me with last night.” A small giggle escaped your mouth at his threat; he can barely hurt a fly. He would come in like always and just lightly shake you awake. The worst he has done was ripped the quilt off you, but a second later he folded it because he felt bad.

Almost like…like the ghost did.

You open your mouth to reveal an oddity when your phone rang. You pulled it out of your back pocket to see it had the word ‘Female Satan’ flashing on screen. Oh gosh.

“Hey, I need you to be at work in 17 minutes. Important people are coming over soon and I want us to go over the project with them,” she said instantly. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from screaming at her. She knew you lived 15 minutes from work, so she’s literally giving you no time to do anything else.

“Yes, ma'am. I’m heading out the door now,” you said in a polite tone as you stood up from the dining table. You tried to ignore the look Taoi was giving you and your untouched plate. You’ll just have to eat later.

“Good.” The phone was cut off and you let out a quick growl at it. You tucked it away in your back pocket.

“You haven’t eaten yet,” Taoi mumbled in the deep voice. Ah, he was getting upset. You felt really bad since he got up early to cook all of this, but your boss is so strict. You don’t need to be written up and punished because of her. “She’s called you for the last 2 weeks early in the morning. You haven’t had a chance to eat.”

You glanced at him as you grabbed your keys from the door. He was glaring intensely at your now cold plate.

You glance between the door and him. You got a few seconds.

You grabbed the side of his cheek and placed a kiss on it. His eyes widen and his head snapped your way. A light pink blush spread up his neck as you gave him an appreciative smile.

“Thank you Taoi for the meal. It made my day, really. I’m sorry that I haven’t had time to eat breakfast with you, but just seeing you is enough to give me the boost I need, especially knowing I can come home to see you. Thank you, Taoi.”

He just stared at your for a second in shock. You may or may not have crossed a line. The two of you are touchy and slightly affectionate, but kissing on the cheek is on an entire different level.

“Well, bye,” you stuttered running to the door. You didn’t lock the door, Taoi always locks it after you, and ran to your car.

Two minutes into your drive to work, you realize you left the bag with the paperwork on your bed. A huge dosage of adrenaline shot through you as you quickly swerved your car around.

If you drive fast enough and call a coworker to get a room set up for you, you should have enough time. Well, only if luck is on your side.

Quickly, you shoved your keys into the door and slammed it open. The first thing you noticed was the blasting music shaking everything in your house. Next was everything in your living room floating off the ground. And finally was Taoi dancing on top of the ceiling with the biggest smile on his face.

You stood for a second as you let the situation you were in sink in. Your roommate is dancing across the ceiling like he’s in a music video while stuff is spinning around the living room.

“I’m in love with my room-” he cut himself off as he finally made eye contact with you. Instead of his usual dark brown eyes, it was pitch black. His skin was a lot more pale, actually it was kind of see through. He seem to be more skinner with his black eyes sinking into itself.

“You’re-you’re home?! Here-now-why? Fuck,” he yelled looking around. Everything slammed on the ground, causing the coffee table to flip over. His body shot like a rocket into the floor.

“Yeah..Forgot something,” you mumbled in a dazed. You quickly walked past him and ran into your room. The door slammed behind you and you threw your body on it.

Black eyes. Pale see through skin. Floating in the air. Ability to make everything float. There’s no denying it, he’s a ghost. Your roommate is the ghost!

On top of your bed was your brown work bag with the paperwork in it. Oh yeah, work. Your boss is going to kill you if you show up late.

Sucking in a giant breath of air, you grabbed the bag in your right hand and with your left hand pushed open the door, maybe a little too hard since a loud crashing sound came from the impact it had on the wall. You kept your head straight forward and marched into the hallway to the living room.

In your peripheral, you could see Taoi was back to normal. His hood was all the way up with the drawstring pulled, making his face encased in fabric.

His head was quick to turn to you when you stepped into the living room. His mouth dropped open and his lips begin to move, but not a single sound came out of him. You continued walking with your head held forward.

“Wait!” He yelled as you open the door. He jumped off the couch and stumbled to get to the door. You quickly shut it on him with a slight shake in your hand. A light scraping sound echoed from inside the house followed by a soft whimper.

You don’t really remember the drive to work. You just blinked and you were sitting next to your annoying boss in a meeting with a client. She was clicking through a PowerPoint while pointing some stuff out with a laser.

Letting your head drop down, you looked down to see that your notepad was filled with random words. When did you write all of this?

'Ghost has been bothering you for months. Has appeared in your room throughout the day. Never was hostile. Roommate was seen floating in the air with black hollow eyes. Roommate must be ghost. Roommate is ghost. Ghost is not hostile therefore roommate is not hostile. Roommate is hot so ghost is-’

The random writing ends there with a bunch of harsh scribbles. Why would your brain think of that last part? This is a serious moment right now.

What are you supposed to do when you go home? Do you just walk in the door like 'what’s up my dead roommate. What did you cooked for dinner?’ There’s no way you can act natural around him without freaking out on him. Things have changed now.

But there was another part of your brain asking if it really had. You have been rooming with Taoi for 4 years now and not once has he ever did any harm to you. So what if he just turns out to be a spirit that is wondering the mortal land, that’s fine. He’s still that dorky, computer obsessed, mother goose Taoi. And you should be accepting of him, no matter what form he’s in.

So, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to slam the door in his face.

You slammed your head on the table and let out a low groan to vocalize the regret bubbling inside of you. How could you do that to him, sweet Taoi? He probably was scared, but still willing to talk, and you just straight up ignored him. You are officially the worst friend in the universe.

“Assistant!” You sat straight up and turned towards your boss. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at you with a look of disbelief. You were confused for a split second at her behavior before you realize that everything you just did could be seen and heard by your boss and clients.

“Sorry, sharp..stomach pains?” You sputtered out giving everyone an embarrassed smile. The client sat there while staring at you weirdly and your boss started raising an eyebrow in warning. “Sensitive stomach, you know.”

“Do they need…to be dismissed?” One of the clients whispered quite loudly to your boss. They were trying to appear to be subtle, but this room was so quiet that you could hear your cells moving, so them whispering was equivalent to them using a megaphone.

“Ah, yes. Go to the office, nurse, or whatever and feel better,” she said, barely sparing you a glance after waving you away. “We really care about our workers here at-”

You drowned her out as you scooted out of your chair. You instantly huddled over and grabbed your stomach, trying to really bring home your lie. With a quick few wobbles and fake gasp, you exited the room into the peaceful hallway.

Now, you have a good amount of time on your hand. Do you call Taoi and apologize to him and listen to his explanation? If you were him, you wouldn’t answer the phone at all. I mean, you slammed the door in his face.

The two of you have never blocked each other off while arguing. No matter how loud or angry the argument got, you still listened to each other. You guys just had that connection.

But you threw it down in the gutter and watched as it floated away in the rest of the trash in your life. That was a very vulnerable moment for him and you closed him out, physically and mentally.

But maybe, just maybe, you could fix this.

You closed the door to your office behind you and threw yourself on your work chair. The office was bleached white with no colour in it, except for the monotone stationary that occupied your desk.

Okay, so the plan. You’ll call Taoi and instantly apologize for your actions. Then you guys will make up and everything will go back to normal. Simple, right? Probably not that simple, but in a broader sense, that could be how things turn out. Hopefully Taoi is being forgiving this evening.

You grabbed your phone and ignored the notifications on your screen, you were on a mission. Dialing his number, you spun around with a sense of determination boiling within you.

“Um, hi,” Taoi stuttered out. But the phone pressed against your ear was still ringing. The voice was coming from the wall barely a feet from your face.

Taoi’s face was phased through the wall as he stared at you with those black eyes. The skin on his skull seemed to have sunken in with a few barely visible black veins running from his eyes.

You wanted to scream in fear from being startled by Taoi’s sudden appearance. Instead, a tidal wave of fear and anxiety flooded your senses, leaving you standing there like a fool.

“Sorry, I know you probably don’t want to see me-who would- but I called a couple of times to make sure you were okay and you didn’t answer. And I knew you were probably ignoring me, but then my anxiety was 'What if they got into a car accident and died’. I tried to fight against those thoughts because it’s you and you’re too awesome to die. However, they wouldn’t go away for nothing. So I decided it would be a good idea to come see you at work and-” he stopped rambling as he looked at your face. Throughout his word vomit, a giant smile was slowly spreading onto your face.

“You still checked on me, even after what I did,” you whispered giving him a pure joyful smile. His face contorted to confusion for a second.

He floated through the wall and landed on the ground. His pale, but peachy pigment slowly bled back into his skin as if life was being pushed back into him. He blinked a few times and the pitch black eyes slowly turned into those dark brown ones that you were used to, but those black one are becoming familiar too.

“I don’t think I understand. What did you do wrong?” He asked scratching the top of his head in confusion. His thick eyebrows were scrunched up as he did that adorable head tilt.

“I ignore you during a very important moment for us and then slammed the door in your face. A part of me believed you wouldn’t have wanted to deal with me,” you rambled out letting your eyes drifted away in shame. You suck as a friend.

“What!” He yelled scrunching up his face even more. “You did nothing wrong. I was the one who hide my identity from you. You were just simply shocked. I would have ran for the hills and never came back if I walked in to see my roommate turn into this hideous monster.” He forced out a harsh laugh that made your heart drop. Is that how he sees himself, as a hideous monster?

“First thing, you’re not a hideous monster; you’re Taoi who’s a handsome ghost that can steal the heart of anyone living and dead. Second off, why do you think I would run from you and never come back? I would miss you so much. I was in the midst of preparing myself to gravel at your feet for you to take me back,” you spoke from the heart as you stared into his eyes. A light pink blush slowly spread onto his face as his eyes dropped to the ground.

“You’re too important to me for you to just disappear,” you whispered. You took a step closer to him and placed a single finger under his chin. You lifted his head and a pair of sparkling black eyes stare back at you.

“So, you don’t care that I’m not exactly human,” he mumbled twirling his thumb. You could feel how tense he was just from under your finger.

“You could literally be a glob and I would still not care. I like you for who you are, not for what you are,” you said giving him a giant smile. He frowned for a split second before his hands came up to his face.

He floated off the ground and circled into a ball near the ceiling. A muffled high pitch scream came from as his feet kicked around a bit. Gosh, he’s adorable.

“You okay, Taoi?” you teased getting on your tippy toes. He peaked the top of his head out of his hands and you realized he shifted again. His sharp cheekbones were completely red from how hard he was blushing. You didn’t know he could turn that red. “I thought ghosts were suppose to be see-through, not red.”

He let out a groan and covered his face again. “It’s because of you. I feel like you know. Wait-do you know?”

He ripped his hands away from his face and stared at you with wide eyes of accusation. What does he mean by you knowing? Is there something else?

“If you say that you’re also a werewolf or something, you’re going to have to answer a thousand more questions tonight,” you half heartedly jokes. By the way he rolled his eyes at that statement, you concluded that he was not a werewolf. So, what else is he hiding?

“No, I thought you figured out that I liked y-y-y-yams,” he stuttered for a little before sputtering out the last word. A panic smiled rise onto his face as he stared at the wall behind you intensely.

“Taoi, you hate yams,” you stated blinking slowly at him. He always stuck his tongue out at yams when you pass by them during shopping.

“I know,” he said with a monotone voice. “Anyway, I’m going to go home now. Bye.” He quickly floated out of the room leaving you there confused. This is what you meant. No matter what form he is in, Taoi is still your Taoi.

Yours?

You walked into the apartment later that night with a big headache banging in your head. You got an ear full from your boss after the meeting and she decided to give you a punishment where you had to print off all your electronic documents and filed them away. It was a year’s worth of stuff.

“You’re home,” Taoi squealed floating through his bedroom door. He took one look at your face and froze. “Ah, I guess I should let you get use to the ghost stuff.”

“No, you’re fine. I’m just tired from work,” you grumbled throwing yourself on the couch. You left your bag beside the door and didn’t plan on getting it any time soon.

“Okay, so you need cuddles is what I’m hearing.” You responded with a high pitch groan that you knew he would translate to yes.

A strange coolness encased your body causing a shiver to go down your body. Taoi’s arms went under your knees and on your lower back and he lifted you off the couch. He plopped down on the couch and put you on top of him.

“Now, tell me what happen. What did that old witch do to you?” he chimed petting the top of your head. You relaxed into him more and wrapped your arms around him.

So you laid there in the cool embrace of your roommate as you ranted about what unfolded after Taoi flew out of your office. The entire time he comforted you and tighten his embraced when he could tell that you were really getting worked up.

“What I am hearing is that this woman needs some special visit from your ghost roommate tonight,” he deadpanned. You let out a snort and shake your head at that. “What? It worked for Scrooge, maybe she needs it too.”

“No, you need to rest. You’re insomnia-” you stopped as you realized something and from the giggles underneath you, Taoi knew. “You don’t have insomnia because you don’t need to sleep.”

He started laughing at your shocked tone. You turned your head to look at him. His black eyes shined with humor at your coming with christ.

“I guess it’s a question and answer time,” he sung out scooting up on the couch. You fold your arms on top of his chest to get a better angle to look at.

“How about this?” He said drumming his fingers on your back. You had to fight against the desire to melt at the feeling. “I’ll summarize a bit and then if you have questions afterwards, you can fire them off.” You nodded your head and prepared yourself to inhale as much information as possible.

“So, first thing first, I really don’t remember much from my previous life. I think I was born somewhere during the 16th century. I think some time around October, I remember it being kind of cool, I guess. But my memory really kicks in around 300 years ago,” you let out a choked gasp at how old he is, “ Yeah I know I’m ancient. It didn’t take me long to realize I was a ghost. I mean floating around, looking like a demonic skeletons human, and doing all this weird paranormal stuff made it quite easy to realize. I stayed hidden for a good part of those 200 years, only really moving around when it was dark. Around the 190ish year, I realized I could alter my physical appearance if I thought hard about it. With lots of practice, I got pretty dang good at it and started interacting with humans. One day, a human tried to hug me and went straight through me. I played it off like I moved out of the way, but they didn’t trust me afterwards. Because of that incident, I had to leave that area and moved around them. I worked on making my body more physical, so that people won’t phase through me, it feels weird for me. And in the last 50 years, I got close to an old lady who stayed here. She figured out I was a ghost right on the spot, said something about seeing spiritual energy or something. I still have a theory that she’s a witch, but she’s gone now so…” You eyes widen and he looked down confused for a second before stuttering out no while waving his hands.

“Not like that. She left with her spouse to live in Iceland. She gave me the house and told me to do whatever with it. Decided to do a roommate thing and one thing led to another and we’re here.”

You stared at him for a second before giggling a little. He looked down at you with a singular raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, for a second I thought you were going to say that you went ghost mode on the woman and haunted her to death,” you said giggling. You twirled your fingers around the laces in his hoodies. His black eyes soften as an amused smile came onto his face. “But then I remember that it’s you, Taoi, and you can barely bump into someone without screaming out apologies.”

He rolled his eyes, but the pink blush coming onto his skin told you he was still affected by your words. He shifted underneath you and scooted up a little more. You shifted with him and moved yourself so you were more sitting on his lap.

“For the first question,” you said moving the conversation forward,“ how does to feel to be a ghost?”

He tilted his head to the left in confusion from your words. Dark brown curls tumbled over each other due to the shift of gravity. You really want to run your hand through his hair.

“Well, it’s kind of like TV static or similar to when your limbs fall asleep. Now imagine that, but for your entire body, everyday,” he explain sticking his arms out for you to look at. You poke his icy cold skin and looked at him for a reaction. “Kind of feels like ripple of numbness when you touch me. But it still feels nice because it some sort of feeling.”

You grabbed his arm and started running your fingers up and down it. You wondered what it would feel like to be completely numb the entire time. Can Taoi even feel the different type of emotion you put into your touches?

“Second question, how am I able to touch you right now instead of falling through,” you pointed out going as far to poke his arm a little harder. He let out a small laugh at the motion.

“I think about being solid. It’s kind of like if ice had a chance to choose what state of matter it wants to be in. So right now, I want to be in a solid state. And when I don’t want to, I can go to 'liquid’ where I’m still seeable, but just not touchable. For the final state, 'gas’, I’m literally just like this fog or whatever and just occupy an area. I an unable to be seen or touched.”

You nodded your head along in understandment. The first two made sense, but him just turning into a fog would be extremely weird. Wouldn’t he just-

“So you were the one in my bedroom this morning!” You screamed slapping his side. He let out a laugh as you playful slapped his arm. “I was tired.”

“Yeah, but you needed to get up for work. I thought if I get you up on time, you could actually eat breakfast,” he whined gripping you tighter. You felt bad that you were making him worried.

Taoi knew that you sometimes missed lunch due to your boss still trying to work you through it and most days you came home too tired to even consider diner. You really need to take care of yourself, at least for Taoi’s sake.

“I’ll promise you I will start eating breakfast,” you whispered. You lifted your hand and slowly embedded your fingers into his brown curls. His vantablack eyes shimmer under the fluorescent lights as he looked down at you. “Thank you so much for caring about me. I don’t think I can imagine my life without you in it.”

A light peach colour blush spread up his neck, but he maintained eye contact. “I feel truly alive when I’m with you. I can’t- I don’t think I can live without someone like you in my life.”

He leaned forward and rested his forehead on yours. His skin felt so cool on yours, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“You have gained access into my heart and taught me what it is to live. I know I don’t have any internal organs, but when I’m around you, these butterflies flood my senses and all I can focus on is you. I know this may be the worst time to say this since you just found out today that I’m dead and this may be crossing boundaries. I mean, it will cross boundaries-”

You lean in closer to him until your noses was touching. Taoi’s sentence was cut off as his eyes dropped down to the little distance was between you two.

The peach blush turned into a dark red colour that painted his entire face. His lips moved around as he tried to form a word but failed.

“You know you look so adorable sometimes that I could kiss you,” you whispered staring deep into his eyes. Forget the boundaries that you have been trying to hide behind. Life is about taking risk and you haven’t been taking any.

“Ki-kiss me,” he stammered out shrinking down as the blush intensified. He glanced at you before looking down at his arm that was still around your waist. “Well, I- sometimes I want to ki-ki-kis kiss you too.”

Maybe you were just delusional from being exhausted from work or maybe you got a huge shot of adrenaline from his confession to, but you gained enough guts to grab the front of his hoodie and yanked his face forward until your lips were less than a hair away. His cool breath brushed against yours before stopping for a moment.

“What’s stopping you?”

Taoi’s eyes widen in shock at your boldness. For a split second, he looked confused on what to do before determination filled his black eyes.

He closed his eyes and went to close that small distance between you guys. You were about to kiss Taoi, the sweetest and kindest roommate in the world, who you thought maybe was out of your league.

You jumped at the feeling of something vibrating. Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out your phone to see that 'Female Satan’ was calling. You glanced at Taoi to see his face confused and irritated.

“Hel-”

“I can’t even express how disappointed I am in you. I went to check on your work before I left because all today you have been inadequate. And as I was checking, I noticed you only had folders for 11 months. I had to tear apart every single folder and realized you put two February. Since you made me waste my time finding your mistake, I want you to come back right now and fix all of these right now.”

You froze up as you listen to her yell at you. That took you six hours to complete. You can’t complete this by tonight at all. You will have to pull an all nighter at work just to catch up.

“Fuck it,” Taoi growled snatching the phone out of your hand. You blinked away the tears you didn’t know had showed up. Black veins were running across Taoi’s face as a ferocious sneer was boiling on his face.

The cold surface beneath you disappeared and the plush sofa was pressed into you. You looked around confused at Taoi’s sudden disappearance. He just cussed. Taoi never cusses unless someone or something really pushes him.

Before you could begin to panic, a cold sensation surrounded you and lift you into the air. Taoi phased through the door with a giant smile on his face. His hair was floating like an ominous halo around him and the black veins were extremely prominent on his see through skin.

“Taoi, where did you go?” You yelled rotating in the air to look at him. He gave you a brighter smile that twinkled brightly.

“Just gave your boss a small little visit,” he hummed skipping through the air towards you. He jumped up and slowly floated down onto the couch. He reached into the air and wrapped his arms around you. The cold sensation disappeared and you were plopped into his lap.

“What-what did you do?” You asked but he just smiled at you. He pulled you closer and snuggled into you. “Taoi, what did-”

You phone vibrated again and by Taoi’s happy giggles, you were instantly concerned. Glancing at his joyous smile, you pulled out your phone and saw 'Female Satan’ calling.

“Hel-”

“I am so sorry for the way I have been treating you. I am ashamed of everything I have done to you. You deserve a vacation. Yes, yes. You can take the next week off. I’ll do you work. That-that’s a nice deed right! I can’t go to hell!”

The phone call was abruptly ended and you stared in confusion at the screen. What? What just happened?

“So what I am hearing is that you have plenty of time to take care of yourself and get away from that toxic job,” Taoi whispered rubbing the top of your head. You laid there as the shock slowly settled in.

You have never had a day off before. Everytime you tried to apply for a day off, she would say no because work is too important for you to be missing. But here you are with a full week off from work.

“Taoi,” you squealed wrapping your arms around him. Laughter poured out of him as you tighten your embrace him. “Thank you! Thank you!”

“You deserve to be treated like an Emperor. Anything that makes you sad or distress, i will be there to fix it,” he mumbled into you neck as you held him. You loosen your grip on him and his forehead instantly seek yours out.

“Taoi,” you whispered staring deeply into his black eyes. “You’re too good. I wish there was a way to thank you.”

His eyes glanced down for a split second before a small smirk came onto his face. “I can think of one thing. My lips are pretty cold from outside. Think you can warm them up?”

Warmth spread up your neck and was slowly conquering your face. Who would have thought you would end up in the arms of your best friend, who turns out to be this ghost. Life can be crazy with all of these changes, but this one, this change was definitely going to be good.

“I would be happy to help you with that.”

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First off, I don’t know if this is considered a monster in this community, but I just wanted to get a story out. I know I haven’t been active and I just want to apologize for that. I’ll try to get my act together and get more content out for you guys. Like always, please Comment. It makes my day every time I get a notification that someone commented. It can be over anything and I will love it. Also, please remember to Like any work of mines that you like, so I can get a feel on what type of content you guys like. I’m thinking on a part 2 for this, but I’m not sure, going to base it off how well this do. Thank you guys for everything and helping me continue this passion of writing. You can message me any questions you may have for my OCs or about me. I’m open to any interaction. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day. Thank you once again.

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bittersweet | jjk [ii.]

» pairing: manhwa artist!jjk x female oc

» genre: roommate au

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» disclaimer: contains strong language and drinking, but very little

» rated pg 13

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𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐍 didn't arrive at the apartment until evening time. on her way back, she received an unexpected call from work informing her that a coworker was caught stealing customers' medications and needed to get there urgently.

she worked at a local pharmacy that was run by a lovely couple in their 50s. haewon was in urgent need of a job so when she saw that they were looking for an extra hand, she was elated. she would finally have a job that fit her major.

the jung’s started their pharmacy soon after they got married and raised three children, all of which moved out of the average-sized town and into bigger cities for better opportunities.

the only help they had was a man in his early 30s who was working to pay off debts, and since none of their children wanted to inherit the pharmacy as well as old age creeping upon them, they began to search for the much-needed help. now the sweet couple are practically her parents.

she reluctantly cracked the door open, wide enough so she could peek through without anyone noticing her. she expected to see an alert guard dog waiting to bite off the intruder’s finger, but there was nothing so she opened it wider.

instead of finding a vicious guard dog, she was met by what seemed to be an adorable puppy-like dog that was fast asleep waiting for its owner to come back so that they could go on their daily walk at the park.

disappointed but not surprised, she closed the door behind her and walked closer to her roommate. she slowly walked towards the boy until she was close enough to hear his soft snores.

from where she was, she squatted down and positioned her elbows on her thighs to place her head in her hands, so that she can look at his face from a safe distance without getting caught.

she examined his features of his sleeping state.

his brows were furrowed creating a crease right between them, his slightly scrunched nose, and a frown that was formed on his lips.

"i wonder what's on his mind," she whispered.

"you better turn that frown upside down, idiot," she motioned with her fingers. she stayed in that position a little longer before getting up, not wanting to be there in case he woke up.

she stretched and sauntered towards the kitchen thinking of what she should eat for dinner.

"do i cook or get takeout?" she mused making her way to a stool. she tapped the counter like a drum while trying to decide.

she was too lazy to cook and besides that, they haven't gone grocery shopping in a while so there was no food in the fridge.

"takeout it is," she pulled out her phone and opened postmates. "now the question is what(italics) to eat," she sighed scrolling through the options.

"order from that chicken and beer restaurant," a voice croaked behind her. she dropped her phone from the sudden sound, "oh, jeongguk you scared me," she let out an anxious laugh and placed a hand over her heart.

"you should really make it known when you're around," she picked up her phone.

"well, you should start paying more attention to me then," he fired back smugly while getting some water from the fridge to quench his thirst.

ignoring his comment, "when did you wake up?" haewon questioned.

with his tired stare, "just now. i just so happened to see what was on your phone." she hummed in response and searched for the restaurant, "i guess we could get that then. i didn't know what to get anyways." jeongguk moved to sit on the stool next to her and sat in silence.

after a minute or two, jeongguk broke the silence, "i haven't forgotten about this morning just so you know," he sang in a threatening way. "of course," she replied in a bored tone and she jokingly added, "so, how was your guest last night?"

"she was amazing," he amused sarcastically. haewon perked her eyebrows, "oh really? how did it go this morning hm?"

"quite refreshing actually," he seethed. haewon peered further, "not terrifying? not even a little bit?" while squinting her fingers.

jeongguk shot her a threatening look. "of course that shit was terrifying! i thought murdered someone while i was drunk last night! how do you expect me to react when i woke up to see a bloody body laying right next to me?!" he barked.

"um let me think," haewon pretended to think. "over the moon," she faked gushed. jeongguk was about to respond when the doorbell rang. "i'll get it!" haewon rushed to the door.

"hello, are you park haewon?" the delivery boy asked. he was tall and lanky with dark brown eyes and hair, probably around 17 years old.

"yes i am," she answered. the boy smiled, "did you order a mixed box in with two beers?" haewon nodded.

"okay, that'll be $14.76," he gave her the bag. haewon was getting her wallet when jeongguk gave the boy money instead.

she scrunched her eyebrows and looked at jeongguk, "i can pay for it myself you know." jeongguk gave her his famous bunny smile. "i know, but i wanted to pay anyway."

“what's with the sudden mood change?” she muttered.

the delivery boy looked over to haewon to make sure that he was okay to take the money from jeongguk. she smiled and nodded, "it's not my money anyway." the boy was about to take the money when jeongguk interrupted.

"you know, actually you can pay for it yourself," he took the money back and walked away.

haewon whipped her head towards jeongguk, "how do you just say 'oh i'm going to pay for our dinner today' and then decide to take it back?!" she looked confused with a tinge of annoyance.

"i don't know," he stood there with his hands in his pockets. haewon rolled her eyes and turned back around to give the delivery boy money. the boy awkwardly smiled, "would you like your change?"

"no thank you, have a good night," she smiled back.

haewon closed the door and leaned against it. she stared at jeongguk trying to figure out why his mood kept changing. one minute he seemed like he was going to kill her, the next minute he was all nice and stuff, and another minute later he wants to take back his kindness.

jeongguk cleared his throat, "if you take a picture it'll last longer." she thought about his remark and did what he said to and took a picture. jeongguk was surprised but covered up quickly before she could take the picture. "there i did it." she said in a monotone.

"but you know what? you don't deserve to be in my camera roll, more like in the trash." she paused, "actually you don't deserve to be in my phone at all," with that haewon deleted the photo in her camera roll, then went into the trash and deleted there so that there was no trace of the photo left.

"come on, let's go eat before the food gets cold," she walked away. jeongguk stood there processing what just happened. "and she did that for what?" he shook his head and couldn’t help but form a grin and made his way to the kitchen to eat.

haewon had just finished placing the food on the counter when jeongguk came in. she handed him a beer and swung her piece of chicken, motioning him to sit down.

"so, how is your progress going on getting a company to accept your manhwa?" she asked being nosy and wondering how his life was going.

jeongguk almost spit out his beer, "how did you know about that?"

haewon scratched the back of her head, "well, you see, it was only a peek-"

"just a peek?" jeongguk interrupted raising an eyebrow. she sighed, "okay i went through it. but only because i was trying to at least tidy up your room since i did just leave something possibly life traumatizing in your bed." she sheepishly smiled. "sorry," she added and took a sip of her beer.

“that’s bullshit,” he rolled his eyes.

“okay, you caught me, i was snooping,” she said exaggerating the ‘a’ and put her hands up surrendering. “but being nosy is in my nature, i can’t help it,” she shrugged and took a sip of beer.

“whatever,” he exhaled. his shoulders slumped, "none of the companies are responding. i doubt they even took a glance at what i sent them. so i guess i'll just have to continue to work on webtoon," he confessed and chugged his beer.

"from what i have seen, your works are really good. you just haven't found the right company yet, all of those other companies are just blind jerks that can't see that there's a great manhwa in front of them," haewon tried her best to console him while not sounding fake. she hated being in situations like these without sounding awkward, it was rather hard for her to console someone.

jeongguk showed a pained smile and stared off into space.

silence consumed over the two as they finished their food. haewon glanced at jeongguk for a second, he was staring at his drink with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. he reminded her someone that she used to know, who was long in the past. not wanting the thoughts to continue, she rubbed her face as a way to get rid of the memories.

she ended up staring at him much longer than she intended, she was so caught up thinking about her past that she hadn’t noticed that jeongguk was staring right back at her. he quickly looked away when he noticed that she came back to her senses.

after they were finished eating, jeongguk got up to throw their food away. haewon rested her head on the counter and played her favorite game on her phone. jeongguk leaned forward against the counter and asked, "why did you come home so late? i thought it was your day off."

haewon stared at her phone contemplating whether she should answer him or not. she didn't feel like talking because it would take too much effort.

she conversed in her head, “should i answer? do i want to? no, but... ah whatever.”

finally making her decision she lazily explained, "my coworker was caught stealing customers' medications at work today and my boss needed me to come in to take over the rest of his shift," she moved her head so that she could face him.

"apparently he was an addict but hid it well i guess. every time we had to take drug tests he would have a way to fake them so that they would turn negative,” she paused to take a break and rubbed her eyes, “we also had him do inventory at the end of each day of our over the counter pills since he had been working there for a year or two now, and was trusted," she yawned wanting to stop talking but it was too late now.

"but it turns out that he kind of faked those as well. he would get different friends to buy some every other day, so he wouldn't have to put much work into faking everything and so that nothing looked suspicious when our boss checked everything at the end of the month," she finished explaining, thanking heaven that she could finally stop talking.

jeongguk was nearly speechless by how dedicated that man was. "that's crazy," was all he could let out. "i know right," haewon chuckled.

she got off the stool, "i’m going to head out now. night," she left the kitchen dragging her feet to her room.

"goodnight," jeongguk softly replied. he stood at the counter for a little longer before walking over to the couch and turning on the tv to a random late-night cartoon.

since he was his friend's p.a, it was his job to review the busy work schedule for the next day and memorizing it, or at least he tried to, but he mainly tried to find when he would have time for a break.

feeling drowsy, he tossed his phone onto the coffee table and got comfortable on the couch. he was too tired to even think about going all the way to his room, so he just stayed in the living room. listening to the t.v in the background, he closed his eyes and let sleep wash over him.