#i NEVER got a single notification about that. literally the only thing i care that much about learning about as fast as possible

[seaofreverie]

TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mejaemin]

nonchalant - jeon wonwoo

wc: 0.9k

summary: clingy wonu /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

warnings: streamer!wonu, writer!reader, fluff, not proofread !!!

an: i can think of so many ways to make a pt.2 to this… will i? nope!

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the letters on your laptop’s keyboard are surely to start fading any time soon, but it’s worth it. especially right now. there’s yet to be a single time where you’ve felt this much inspiration in your entire career, so you refuse to let this go to waste. your eyes flicker to the notebook sitting next to you, information on the paper translating in your mind and being typed out into coherent sentences on the document.

you’re really proud of what you’ve written so far. you had your boyfriend read your unorganized thoughts you had set out for the plot and what not, and he thinks it’s good too. once your brain felt ready to start writing the real thing, your fingers were flying. you slipped your headphones on, essentially blocking out the entire world as you worked. you started when it was still light out, and you’ve only gotten up to use the bathroom, really. it’s dark now, and although he’s not working quite as hard, you can still sense your boyfriend moving around the house, making commentary as he pre records gaming content.

he’s left you alone so far. he’s not the type to nag you too much about taking care of yourself, especially when he’s already learnt his lesson about interrupting you when you have one of these moments of inspiration. not to mention he has times like this too, even if it was for something like a long term livestream. still, he treats you how he would want to be treated in the same situation. by that he means undisturbed… with the occasional interruption, of course. he likes to have his game time but if he isn’t filming he still wants to be with you.

your phone is on do not disturb, keeping wonwoo’s obnoxious friends and their instagram reel notifications from disturbing your work, so when a message notification dings through your headphones you know who it is.

won🖤: Are you almost done yet?

won🖤: I’ve finished recording.

you: no, sorry love :( i still have some left in me.

you: just a little more, okay?

won🖤: Just a little more. I try not to be that guy, but you really should stop soon. Eat something

you reacted with 👍

setting your phone down, you crack your knuckles with a sigh. you were reaching the end of your inspiration spark, so you really wanted to rush to get whatever you could in. it’s extremely rare that this happens, and you couldn’t stress it enough. you’ve got deadlines to meet, and for this to happen to you was literally perfect. you’re basically set, and might even be able to take a day off tomorrow.

you’ve gotten back onto your groove, putting the music on high while you work. you’re typing word after word, paragraph after paragraph flawlessly. everything you’ve been mapping out for weeks is finally coming to fruition, and it’s doing so perfectly. you’re so zoned in that you don’t notice when wonwoo comes in, only taking note of his presence when the weight shifts on the bed and his head lands on your shoulder.

you pause, pulling the headphones off your head. “do you need something?” you ask, hand instinctively coming to brush through his hair.

he looks up at you, and you’re sure he doesn’t notice the way he’s pouting. it’s rare that he’d be like that voluntarily. “how far are you? you’re almost done?”

“mm, i don’t think so.. sorry. i really need to make the most of this or else i’ll never get this finished.” you kiss the top of his head, and as soon as you put your hand back towards the keyboard he grabs it.

“you’ve been sitting here all day.”

“yeah, i noticed. but i’ll do just a little more, ‘kay?” you kiss his crown and return to work.

you finish the second to last plot point you had mapped out, and now you’re just revising what you done so far. even by your own standards you’ve done enough, and since wonwoo is indirectly begging you to spend time with him (in his own way) by clinging to your side, you suppose you can stop for now. it hasn’t even been that long and you can see him looking from his phone to you every three seconds. it’s cute really, how he’s trying so hard to be nonchalant about it when he wants to spend time with you so bad. every time he wants your attention, he sort of hovers around you and stares at you until you give it to him. he’ll never say it out loud, but he’s definitely going to be obvious about it in other ways.

you shut your computer and set it on the night stand, turning towards him fully. the corners of wonwoo’s mouth twitch as he tried to hold back his smile, but you know he’s happy that he’s won.

“you’re done now? are you gonna go back to work, or are you really done?” he asks, sitting up and readjusting his glasses.

you giggle at his cuteness, kissing his cheek. “yes, nonu. you’ve got my full, undivided attention now, ‘kay?”

he’s already up before you are, rambling about how excited he is to spend the rest of the night with you, even if it’s already late. he’s walking into the kitchen to make ramen for you, talking about eating it together while watching something, and then stopping to ponder about what to do after. you trail behind him, a smile on your face. your nonchalant, black cat boyfriend who uses very few words will throw it all out the window if it means getting your attention and keeping it for a good moment.

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[kissforyouu]

like that / jjk

you're spending time with yourself until you get a message from you boyfriend to...what...bend over?

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : established relationship , fluff , smut

warnings : sexual content , sort of softdom!jk , use of toys , he's pussy whippppeeddd , lots of clit stimulation , he's literally playing w her yk , squirting , fingering , anal play , he's so careful w her kinda , bit of dirty talking , cute aftercare

a/n : NOO IDEAAAA WHAT I JS WROTTEEEE. hope u like it tho :D

unedited.

that's my shit, that's my wave ~

do it like that and i'll repeat ~

don't be scared, i ain't afraid ~

swaying your hips from side to side, you hum to the lyrics and melody of the song as you cleaned the living room. you really enjoyed cleaning, sort of, you liked what the outcome made you feel like. satisfied.

you know what or who else made you satisfied? your boyfriend. i mean, as in, he always made sure you felt satisfied with your relationship. sexually and romantically.

you smile, letting out a small yawn as you think of the cute flowers he got you a couple days ago. there was no special occasion and you were confused at first when he handed them over to you.

"eh, what's this about?"

you tilt your head to the side, biting both your cheeks from the inside. your boyfriend hums, pressing a kiss onto the crown of your head.

"they reminded me of you, so i bought them."

your heart flutters, cheeks heating up as you let out the girliest giggle ever.

"thank you, kook."

you tip toe upwards to press a small peck onto your boyfriend's cheek which he gladly accepted with a bright smile. you were still so shy, even though you've known jungkook for an year before dating, still, this whole relationship thing was new to you. you've been dating for about 6 months now, and it's been the best 6 months of your life so far! he loves you so much, and he shows it.

giggling at the memory, you crouch down to collect the dirt into the dustbin. as you occupy yourself with more cleaning, you suddenly hear the notifications ring on your phone. you walk towards the table where the phone was on, tugging onto each of your gloves to take them off.

you hold your phone in your hand, opening the notification from jungkook.

bab— WHAT the fuck?!

kook💘 : home in 5, be in the bed naked

ass up

what? huh? you turn off your screen, awkwardly looking around although there's not a single soul at home. for now. your cheeks were flushed in a deep shade of pink, eyes blinking repeatedly. that was always a habit of yours which jungkook found adorable all the time. whenever you were nervous, shy, embarrassed, you would blink your lashes repeatedly while looking away. cute, he'd mention.

in addition to the flushed face and blinking eyes, you keep away your broom and apron and walk to your bedroom with a wet patch forming on your panties.

you slowly take your sweats off, then your lose crop top. staring at yourself in the mirror, you reach down to pull your panties down your ankles.

since you've only been together for 6 months, your sexual experiences with him were limited — or just any sexual experiences in general. you were a virgin before you met jungkook. although you've had the sex talk about your preferences, limits and such, you never put it into action. yet.

maybe now is the time? you don't really know. jungkook was always unpredictable, you never know what he's got under his sleeve.

you remove your hair tie to brush your hair a bit to make it look nicer. you make sure to also apply some lotion to moisturize your body a bit more, some perfume and deodorant just in case you smell bad. i don't know, uh—you thought. once you're confident you smell good enough, you open the door a bit to give a little sneak peak of inside the room. giggling to yourself, you tip toe your way onto the bed, laying yourself over the soft white sheets.

to be honest, the sheets made you feel hornier. the feeling of your already hardened nipples brushing against the soft material made you wanna touch yourself then and there. you whimper, laying your chin on the pillow you placed under your head.

you were laying on your stomach, naked, waiting for your boyfriend.

he should be here any moment, you think.

a minute or two passes by. your legs were up in the air, tangled, as you hum to some random song.

"i told you to have your ass up, yeah? what's this?" a soft voice rings in your ears following with a light tap landing on your ass cheek.

you squeel, turning around to face your boyfriend.

"jungkook!"

"someone's excited..." the smirk on his face never leaving, his eyes scan down your body, eyeing your breasts down to your ass.

"mm, pretty baby" his words leave in a form of a whisper, thumb caressing your chin tenderly. you can't help but crack a small smile. Jungkook glides his hand over your shoulder blade, down your back—soothingly— and stopping right above your ass. ugh, you wanted him to touch you there the most.

jungkook lands a soft kiss on the top of your head as he got up. he runs his fingers through his hair, ruffling it after.

"wait for me while i shower?"

what.

"kook—"

"good girl. i'll come to you in a few minutes." jungkook leaves to the bathroom with a snicker, giving you side glances while smirking. it was obvious he was purposely trying to tease you, take his time and make you desperate. he's succeeding. because the mess between your legs just continued to grow.

you had your legs pressed tightly against eachother, clit throbbing as you tried to ignore the ache.

jungkook. that asshole.

you groan, laying sideways on the bed, staring at your nails trying to kill time.

about 10 minutes pass by, jungkook finally enters the room wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white shirt.

"look at you, laying there all pretty waiting for me to ruin you." the tone of his voice is cocky, he sits next to you, his presence radiating confidence.

your toes curl the moment he brushes a few strands out your face, tucking them behind your ear.

"pretty." jungkook scrunches his nose up, his eyes squinted as he presses a small peck on top of your nose.

"okay, ass up now." it's as if someone sent an electric shock down your body, you're suddenly in alert and immediately raising your ass up, your knees keeping your body balanced.

jungkook hums, getting up (AGAIN.) walking to your shared closet. wait, closet, shit—

your boyfriend walks out with a pink vibrator and a dildo he had bought earlier. shit, you remember now—

"do you have anything in mind you want to try?" jungkook hums, stretching his arm out to wrap it around your waist.

you sleepily nod, batting your eyelashes with a shy smile.

"care to tell me?"

"no." your voice is small and delicate, almost inaudible for jungkook to hear. but he hears it, giggling in return as a big smack lands on your ass cheek. you stay silent, snuggling more into the pillow.

"i want to know." he asks—no, more like, demands.

you have flashbacks of the conversation you had with him a week, where you ended up telling him that you were open to the idea of using toys after he started suggesting things to try out because you just wouldn't tell him what you wanted. too shy. but you did want to tryout toys.

"like what you see?" he motions his head towards the little 'presents' he's holding. you roll your eyes, huffing at his face.

"ah, ah, up." he signals at your ass as if he hasn't been leaving you needy everytime you got ready.

you pout, still obeying his words as you push your ass up, hoping that this time he would touch you instead of walking off to do something else. this is something jungkook did, he liked to tease you. a lot.

"my good girl, always listening to me." you feel him pat your hair and the mattress dip, indicating that he was sitting behind you.

you feel your mess grow bigger as you wait eagerly for him to lay his hands on you.

...mm, finally! your breath hitches the moment jungkook's middle finger touches your puffy clit. he runs his finger up and down your gaping hole, not adding much pressure but making sure he's still lightly touching you. you whimper at the feeling as jungkook repeats his action a few more times.

you feel his fingers creeping over your clit to reach your crotch as he gently strokes you there. pressing his index finger onto the base, he rubs your crotch in circles, right above your clit.

"please, please, go a little more down and touch me there...!" jungkook cracks up a scoff, not responding to you with words but actions as he starts to press kisses onto the insides of your thighs. his soft plump lips leave delicate, soft kisses on your thighs, trailing up to your ass cheeks.

once he reaches them, his index finger switches positions from being on top of your crotch to your throbbing clit that's practically begging to get touched. he doesn't lay a finger on the very evident wetness between your puffy lips but to your clit as he begins to rub slow sensual circles right there. he makes sure to add the right pressure to press onto your clit, not too soft but harder than usual, then circling it.

all you did was whimper, letting jungkook do his own thing. you feel jungkook's kisses slowly reach down your ass cheek, then kissing in between your thighs, right next to your drenched pretty lips. he continues to leave small kisses around your quivering pussy, enjoying the sight of your pathetic little hole clench around nothing.

all this soft stimulation was enough to make you relax and fall asleep. you yawn even, that especially catching jungkook's attention.

"not gonna sleep, are you? feels too good and i haven't even started yet, hm?" jungkook flicks his fingers against your head.

you whimper, shaking your head.

"no, please don't stop." your voice was muffled due to your lips being pressed against the pillow.

he stops for a moment, then two of his fingers dive straight in between your folds, coating them with your juices. jungkook drags his fingers back to his mouth, tongue licking his fingers clean. he hums in satisfaction;

"fuckin' delicious. so sweet. never gonna get tired of you." he licks his fingers again.

jungkook delivers a slap to your asscheek, gripping the flesh after to pull on it. he fondles with your ass, taking his time to appreciate your lower body. you're just a whimpering little mess for him, that's it.

you feel your body suddenly jolt up, feeling his palm lay flat on your pussy, rubbing it harshly. jungkook circles his whole palm on your cunt, middle finger pressing tightly onto your clit. you moan in a low tone, back arching for him instinctively.

he continues to rub you while you release a series of hums. your dripping arousal, now smeared all over jungkook's palm, created a wet slippery noise.

"a-ah, gguk..."

"hm?"

jungkook pulls his hand away to slap your pussy twice, the wet smacks echoing through the room. he then grips onto your thighs, pulling them back to have you laying on your back suddenly.

you look at him, confused, but also a bit annoyed by the loss of friction on your pussy. jungkook grabs your face and holds it tight, both of you not giving a single fuck about the fact that his hand was drenched in your arousal.

he moves your face to your left, then to your right, then proceeds to wipe your own arousal on your cheeks. that action alone had your cheeks burn in the colour red and pussy clenching again. jungkook's smirk never falling off of his face, he also wipes his palm on the side of your neck.

silence.

but clicking his tongue in his mouth, jungkook's hands touch your thighs, rubbing up and down the smooth skin. slowly, he spreads your legs further until there was full access to your pussy without any problem.

you can see him bite his lower lip, eyes glued to your clit while his other hand grabs the little vibrator he had bought you earlier.

okay, but, nooooooo.

"kook, need y-your cock instead!" you whine, "please" ; barely a whisper.

desperate.

"mhm? this what you want?" His hands reaches to grab his fully erect cock through his sweatpants. there was a very evident tent in his sweats.

"yes, yes, please!"

"listen to me well and you'll get it, hm?" he reassures you, hand caressing your hair.

you gulp, nodding. jungkook turns on the pink vibrator on medium intensity, then angling it on your clit.

your hips immediately buck up slightly, making you gulp down your saliva. the vibrations weren't too intense, but not too less either. there was a light buzz heard in the room, mixed with your soft pants.

the smug look on jungkook's face never came off as he tightly presses the vibrator onto your clit, making you result in jolting up again. not only that, he also has the audacity to increase the volume to its max intensity. immediately, your hips started shaking, thrusting upwards as well. your moans were a mess, mixed with whining and small cries here and there.

"shh, it's okay, pretty girl." he tries to soothe you down with his hand caressing your thighs.

"ah! ah! gguk, p-please, mm!" you fist the bedsheets real hard.

"yes, sweetheart? how does it feel? feels good?" jungkook hums, never stopping the soothing rubs on your thighs.

"ah, ah, n-nngh, please, please, please, gonna cum!" your body was going crazy. body shaking with hips trusting upwards with intensity. jungkook had to press your legs down to the mattress, fingers gripping tightly onto your thighs.

"jungkook! f—fuck! ah, nnh, mm, gh— cumming!" your whole body shudders, shaking as your white liquid gushes out.

jungkook immediately turns the vibrator off, fingers reaching to gently stroke your pussy up and down to soothe you.

you were a panting mess.

"sensitive baby, came from just that. didn't even start yet. wanted to cum so bad." he gently blows on your swollen bud, then pressing a light kiss on it after.

you whine louder, hands squeezing your breasts really hard due to sensitivity.

"think you can take more?" he asks.

immediately, you shake your head from side to side, signalling no. fuck, maybe you could, but hell no.

"come on, baby. you can take a plenty more. it's okay, my love." he starts planting kisses across your shoulder blade, hands caressing your breasts.

you melt into his touch, almost forgetting the little ache in between your legs. jungkook grabs a nipple, twisting it to the side before releasing it.

"need you to get on all fours again, pretty girl."

you groan, lazily picking yourself up again and turning around, body now laying flat on the bed. jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, lifting your ass up. you put pressure on your knees to balance yourself again, your ass up in the air for your boyfriend.

"love this view."

you hum in response. he begins to slap and squeeze you a few times again, kneeding your cheeks as if it were some dough.

jungkook begins to touch your pussy again, fingers circling your clit. your body grinds onto his hand, whimpering. his fingers slither away from your clit, now touching your puffy folds.

"oh, fuck", he caresses your folds, fingers slightly dipping in between as well.

"mine." jungkook kisses the top of your ass cheek.

jungkook gathers your wetness from in between your folds, then dragging those fingers to your hole (read:other hole) to smear it all over.

you audibly gasped in shock.

"kook..." you ask.

"mmh, will you let me?" he presses his thumb onto your hole.

"mm, mm." you hum in approval; hands clutching onto your pillow beneath you.

jungkook grabs the dildo this time, then shoving it right up your pussy. you make a squeaking sound, startled.

he chuckles, "what's so shocking? 'know you like this, baby."

he didn't even give you time to prepare.

"so pretty like this. just a little hole for me to stuff, hm?"

he traces his pointer finger on your agape folds then thrusting the dildo in a little deeper.

"g-gguk!"

he ignores your yelps, turning on the vibrating dildo.

fuck, wait, you didn't know it vibrates— your body is immediately falling to your pillow, full weight on it and your entire body squirming around.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK–"

you clench your hole so many times, the pleasure slightly unbearable. it wasn't a secret that he had put it on max intensity.

"how do you feel?" jungkook reaches your hair, caressing your locs softly while you squirm on the bed.

"p-p-please, mmh! gggood! feels good!" you choke out.

jungkook laughs, kissing the tip of your ear. he leans back to reduce the intensity a bit, now on medium vibrations. you feel your body calm down, but still, squirming around and your pussy a big fat mess.

he spits a fat globe of spit onto his fingers, then spreading it across your tight hole. jungkook moans, thumb rubbing your hole in the form of circles.

"pretty baby." he murmurs.

you're whimpering - music to his ears -, jungkook enters his pointer finger inside you, just a little, but fuck, does it hurt. this is a weird feeling, you've never had anything put inside...there. it's an odd feeling, but you trust jungkook. it's okay.

he pushes it in a bit more, earning a lengthy moan from you.

"so fucking tight. gotta get you to loosen up, hm? yeah?"

"yes, yes, i need to—" you gulp, "loosen up. for you." you were nodding your head frantically, pussy clenching over and over around the vibrator.

this was all fun for jungkook, he loved seeing you so obedient and squirming under him as he toys with the vibrations of the dildo inside you. his pretty little girlfriend. who knew she'd be into this kind of stuff? nobody, exactly. he'll make sure he's first and only person to ever touch you this way, and to love you.

he spits on you again, smearing it all over your hole then pushing his finger in deeper. you had to admit, you kind of enjoyed it. being stuffed on both your holes. as filthy as it sounds.

jungkook begins to slowly thrust his pointer in and out of you, loving the way your falls feel around his finger.

"think you can take two, sweetheart?" he caresses your cheek with his free hand.

you bite your lower lip only to let go with a small bounce, you nod your head.

"words, baby, need to hear you say it." his touch is really soothing.

"yes, two. take t-two..."

jungkook squeeze your ass, then pulling his finger out to replace it with his pointer finger and middle finger. he spits on you again, getting it all over his fingers and your hole, then slowly thrusting it in.

"mmh! hurts! ...a little, ah!"

"'s okay, baby, it's okay." his thumb on the same hand rubs your cheek softly.

jungkook begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you at the same time, maintaining a decent pace, not wanting to hurt you too much.

meanwhile, he also makes sure to increase the intensity of the vibrator. again. fuck, not like hr ever told you, anyway.

"shit— gguk! ggukie, ah! ah!"

your legs start shaking due to the intensity, which results in jungkook having to wrap his arm around your thigh to keep you still.

"it's okay, baby. you're doing so good." he says while pulling his fingers in and out of your puckering hole.

he holds you down to the mattress harshly while your moans are muffled by the pillow, drool gushing out of your lips and making a damp mess in your pillows.

"shit, feels so good—mmh!"

you reach your arm down to grope your breast, flicking your nipple with your finger.

if someone had asked you an year ago what you'd be doing now, you definitely wouldn't have guessed to be on some man whom you call your boyfriend's bed with both your holes stuffed. but oh well. life.

at this point, you don't even feel your legs anymore from this position. but oh, so worth it.

jungkook curls his fingers inside you with a smirk, his other hand suspiciously sneaking around you waist and—

"ooooohhhh, oohhh, ah, ah! fuck, gguk! you're gonna make me cum!"

—rub your swollen little clit in circles. shit, shit, shit. his fingers tug on the little bug, pinching it and pulling it to rub it all over again.

this felt like heaven.

you grind your hips onto his hand, now both your fingers working on your sensitive nipples as your body begins to completely shudder, shaking and squirming.

your pussy grips tightly onto the dildo, clenching over and over again as you yelp out an extended moan.

"kooook!" you moan out afterwards.

"yeah? my baby's gonna cum? gonna cum all over this good for nothing dildo like a little slut?"

your tongue was out, your mind was fucked and you could barely think of any words. there was only one thing you could focus on and that was the stimulation jungkook's giving you and the fucking dildo that's shoved up your pussy. you feel so full, so stuffed that at one point you found it hard to breath even.

so you just nod your head showing agreement and jungkook's fingers dipping deeper into your flesh while you squirm around. that's definitely going to leave a mark.

and without another second being passed, your orgasm comes crashing down to you, your shoulders shrugging and whole body slumps down to your bed.

your legs are shaking, heartbeat increasing, nails gripping the bedsheets as you scream in overstimulation while your boyfriend continues to rub your clit. you're a whining mess, the room filled with your sweet moans and groans.

"please, please, please, please, please!"

you scream, tears at the end of your eyes.

"fuck, you fucking squirted."

that was the second time you've squirted. first time being from jungkook's dick, of course.

he turns off the vibrations, slowly and gently pulling the dildo out of you.

"shit, y/n."

he holds your ass cheeks separate, spreading them to take a closer look at your completely ruined pussy. big mess on the bed too.

"my girl..." he coos.

you're whimpering, body fully exhausted from the whole session you had.

"baby, are you okay? y/n, sweetheart?" suddenly, he's concerned.

"you just fucking ruined my cunt, moron." you cuss out.

jungkook's nose scrunches. he leans down to press a kiss on the tip of your cheek.

"come on, you need to pee." he pats your ass cheek.

"no, too tired." your words are barely audible.

"alright." jungkook hums. for a moment, you think he's sided with you, but no, you squeak once you feel his hands flip you to your back, then two arms enveloping your entire body as he picks you up.

instinctively, your legs wrap around his little waist, face hidden in the crook of his neck.

jungkook takes you inside the bathroom, then placing you on top of the toilet.

"pee. you want me to look away or?" he asks.

you nod your head. jungkook takes that as a sigh to walk out of the bathroom after muttering a "call for me when you're done".

while you pee, you take a moment to take everything in. your boyfriend had just fucked you hard with toys, made you cum and squirt and now you're in his bathroom, taking a piss. you probably looked like a mess right now, also.

once you were done, you also make sure to clean yourself with some tissues.

"kook! done..." you shout, then mumble the last part. your post sex self was always quiet and too fucked up. in addition to that, always feeling confused and lazy. jungkook would happily take care of you instead.

your boyfriend opens the bathroom door and sees you cutely sitting on the toilet, fingers fidgeting with one another.

"cute baby" he snorts.

he parts your hair to the side, fixing it for you before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. but your attention is paid to only one thing. the big fat dent on his pants and the big wet patch.

"kook, let me..." still drowsy, but you reach your hand to cup his rock hard cock through his sweats.

"mm, no, no, you're tired, sweetheart." he gently pats your hand away, then tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"but you're still hard..." you mumble.

"doesn't matter. i'll handle it myself. besides, i already came." he smirks.

"huh?" you were this close to falling asleep on spot, but your head shoots back up at his words.

"who wouldn't. i felt satisfied from your satisfaction. that's all what matters to me, hm?"

"hmmm..." you hum, nodding your head, eyes threatening to close. your head was leaning against jungkook v line as he caressed your head with a chuckle.

"hey, wait, don't tell me you're asleep?" he asks you, immediately waking you up from your 5 seconds of sleep.

"no! awake! me!" you shout.

"right." his nose scrunches.

jungkook hooks his hands on your armpits, hoisting you up to carry you out of the bathroom. since the bedsheets were ruined and there was no time left to change them, he decides to take the guest room instead. he takes you in there, gently placing his lovely girl on the soft mattress.

he goes back to your room, opening the closet to pull out one of those soft cotton white pajamas you wear. he goes back to the guest room to dress you up in the cute little pajama gown and granny panties.

he leans back, admiring his little cute girlfriend. chucking to himself, jungkook then gets in the shower. he was still hard of course, so he had to take care of himself. afterwards, he wears a comfy pair of grey sweats and heads back to the guest room.

the adorable sight of you sleeping on your stomach and now turned to jungkook's side of the bed with an arm thrown over it as well and lips in the form of a pout.

he chuckles in my mind, a bright smile on his face as he makes his way to the bed. jungkook gently lifts up your arm then slides under it to lay on the bed. he places your arm back, but this time around his waist. he makes sure to pull your comforters over both your bodies to keep you both warm.

you suddenly move on your spot, then snuggling closer to jungkook's chest to seek warmth.

you looked so cute and beautiful like this. fully passed out next to him with a bit of drool on your chin. he happily wipes it away though, then proceeding to press a little kiss on your forehead.

"goodnight. i love you."

[totowlff]

hello, how are you? first of all i have to say god how i love every single one of your stories, i literally gasp every time i see the notification of you uploading something new. i read all your fics and everyone is original and very well-written.

i was just wondering, have you thought of writing something about “needy toto” since he’s done surgery? i mean either soft toto who needs attention or not that soft toto who needs some other kind of attention 👀 if not never mind, it was just a doubt i had🫶🏻

hey, im good! and im super glad you enjoy my stories!

about your request, i guess i can do something for you, just check under the cut

feverdream

You breathed a heavy sigh when you pressed the button for the top floor.

That was a difficult day, to say the least.

Being a fashion designer and entrepreneur had good and bad times. Some days were really good, and other days you didn't want to go back to your studio near the Prince of Monaco's palace. But you believed that, one day, it would all be worth it. One day, you would be invited to show your collections in the fashion capitals of the world.

It was just a matter of time.

When the elevator door opened, you headed down the hallway towards the door of the penthouse where you lived with your husband, who was finally home after two weeks in Asia for work. And you couldn't wait to give him all the kisses you couldn't give during those long 15 days.

When you unlocked the door and opened it, you definitely expected him to be in the kitchen, preparing something or even in the living room, watching something on television while he waited for you to arrive. However, the house was silent, the lights were on, but there was no sign of him.

— Darling? — you called, while leaving your bag and keys on the sideboard at the entrance. On top of it was your husband's wallet and keys, which indicated that he was also at home.

But where?

After finding out that he wasn't in the kitchen or in his office, all that was left was your suite to investigate. And when you entered the room, you found him lying on the bed, curled up under a double layer of blankets.

— Toto? — you said softly, unsure if he was awake or not. A positive grunt coming from somewhere in the middle of the pile of fabric made you come closer, sitting on the edge of the bed — What happened?

— Y/N — he stammered in a hoarse voice. Pulling the blanket down, you found his messy hair and pale, dry lips. The dark circles under his eyes and the way he was shaking even though he was covered made you press your lips into a thin line. He was definitely not well.

— Yes, darling, it's me. What are you feeling?

Toto didn't seem to be processing your words at typical speed. In fact, he spent long seconds with his eyes lost on your face, seeming to realize you were there. Until he finally answered you.

— Cold.

Placing a hand on your husband's forehead, you saw the reason for all those blankets.

— You're burning with fever — you said, while pressing your fingers against other points on his face and neck — Why didn't you told me before, my love? I could have left the studio earlier to take care of you.

— Cold, very cold — Toto limited himself to saying with a trembling voice.

Getting up from bed, you started thinking about what your mother did when you had a fever to bring your temperature down. The first thing you remembered was the medication, which was stored in a small box along with the other first aid materials in the bathroom. Checking if it was the right medicine, you got a glass of water in the kitchen and went back to your room.

— Sit down, darling — you said softly — I brought you some medicine.

With difficulty, Toto managed to lift his head, swallowing the pill with a grimace before letting himself fall onto the pillow. Leaving the glass on the bedside table, you went to the most complicated part. Pulling the mountain of blankets he had placed over his own body to reduce the cold he was feeling, even though they only made the situation worse, was a big challenge, especially with your husband's protests.

— No, Y/N — he groaned — It's cold...

— I know, Toto, but your cold will only go away if your fever breaks. And for that I need to take off these blankets.

He whimpered, trying to hold on to the duvet without success. After discovering him, you tried to take off the clothes he was still wearing, completely sweaty due to the fever and the layers of blankets he had placed over himself.

— No — Toto grumbled, trying to free himself from the gray t-shirt — Stop...

— My dear, I need to…

— No, I'm married — he said, trying to keep your hands away from his jeans, without success. The statement made you laugh, as you pulled the fabric down his legs.

— I know you're married, my love — you said, throwing your pants in the corner, while he curled up in the middle of the bed, in just his underwear — I was at your wedding.

— It was so beautiful — Toto said softly — Y/N was so beautiful... I love her so much…

— And she loves you too, I'm sure — you replied, holding back a giggle as you went to the closet in search of a washcloth that you could use as a cold compress.

With the fabric already wet, you approached the bed again, asking him to lie down on his back. As she placed the towel on his forehead, Toto hissed in protest.

— It's cold — he murmured, trying to remove the compress from his forehead. However, you gently pushed his hand away.

— I know, my love, but I need to do this for you to get better.

Toto fidgeted some more, while you stroked his face to calm him down. He was a terrible patient, and that was a fact. But at the same time, there was a certain sweetness in being able to care for him at that moment, when he needed you most.

— I hate being sick — he mumbled, eyes closed.

— I know that — you replied, taking the compress to his forehead again, his hair already damp at that point. After a few more seconds, Toto opened his eyes slightly.

— Sorry about that.

— It's not your fault.

— I should have been more careful.

You slid your fingers to his lips, asking him to be silent.

— In sickness and in health, remember? I will always be with you, Toto. Always — you replied, leaning in to press a kiss to his warm forehead before continuing to press the compress against his skin.

[sequence-trotter]

my old feverish sunday megapost popped back up in my notifs and got me thinking about his trailer in light of it.

the thing about sunday is that he is so, so, unbelievably mad at god (well, the gods). and wouldn't you be? he's the protege of the dreammaster of paradise; his sister is a famous pop star; he's charismatic and popular and privileged. he lives an unimaginably charmed life because he is a spiritual leader who professes a faith in and loyalty to xipe the harmony. and he spends every single day of his life listening to people share their worst sins and most painful suffering, and he knows god will do nothing. nothing.

living in the HSR universe has got to be insane. gods are real! they are incredibly powerful! one time a computer became one! if they like you, you get for-real actual real-life superpowers!

and not a single one of them is benevolent.

save for THEIR involvement in the swarm disaster, qlipoth the preservation, perhaps the single most obviously influential aeon in the modern HSR era, appears to be utterly silent and uncaring, and THEIR primary devotees have the goal of "accumulate endless, unceasing wealth to literally no practical purpose." xipe the harmony regularly sends THEIR personal emanators to celebrate at penacony, a place that is basically "what if disneyland was also las vegas and could steal your soul and was pretty much premised on disaster and exploitation from day one and was also a literal former prison and current metaphorical prison." lan's pathstriders include actual straight-up superheroes (the galaxy rangers) and nonetheless lan THEMSELF is regularly depicted as cold and uncaring with a tendency to create massive collateral damage that kills THEIR own devotees.

so. gods are real. they will only give you power if you give your life over to their ideals (or happened to share them already). they will never aid you without conditions. they will seemingly never stoop to aid an individual except for their personal favorites. the only thing they care about is their own weird internal battles. and the people to whom they personally grant their power are generally even worse!

and THEY could fix so much. THEIR power appears to be more or less limitless. as far as anyone knows, THEY simply don't care to. unknowable domain suggests nous the erudition is actively preventing humanity's advancement for Reasons. aha the elation appears to have gotten universal power from being better at finding tragedy funny than anyone else in the cosmos could hope to be. THEY are, pretty much to an aeon, just dicks.

if you thought you had the power to make a world without them, why wouldn't you take it? "not everyone would agree to it" okay thanks great i guess we will make "building a better world" permanently off-limits, then.

fuck that. that's stupid! the aeons obviously suck! if someone has to be in charge, if someone has to have godlike power, as someone will inevitably be under the current system, it may as well be someone who doesn't demand fealty or submission! who lets you live a peaceful and happy life before your death, rather than treating humanity like so many ants!

and if that won't work...well, that's the million dollar question, isn't it? time to hit the road and find out what's next.

[fandangotales]

Captor Xiao: Introduction

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GN! Reader

Warnings: Unhealthy attachment, obsessive tendencies, descriptions of depression, dark content.

Please do not read if you think this will have a negative affect on your mental health. If you are experiencing any of these behaviors/habits yourself, please seek out support.

There’s a loud crash, as Xiao’s keyboard slams into his desk. He had just got sniped… again. He hissed in annoyance, closing out of the game. He just wasn’t able to focus as usual, and instead his mind was running rampant with thoughts and images of you.

He groans, laying down on his bed, staring at the darkness of the ceiling. The only light came shown from his computer monitor, as it flickered randomly.

Earlier, he had watched another one of your streams, and some of your random content on YouTube. Gods, he loved you so much. Just seeing those videos, or even just hearing your voice was enough to drag him out of the worst of moods… which was quite the feat these days.

You usually streamed once a week, and he honestly didn’t know what he would do without those regular updates. It was almost like a set schedule… every Friday night, you’d stream for a minimum of 2 hours. Such an event had repeated for the last 2 months, much to his delight. At this point, Xiao couldn’t imagine going without those weekly updates. Sure, he could watch some contemplations, or rewatch one of your recorded streams. But it really wasn’t the same the second time… not when he had memorized every single word that came out of your pretty lips.

Maybe his… interest in you was getting a little overboard. Although, he couldn’t find it in himself to care, not when you had done so much for him and his current self. You could be compared to a sweet dream… utterly perfect and uplifting in every form. And for Xiao, whose life had been filled with so many struggles, he found it incredibly difficult to break away from that sweet dream. He never wanted to let you go… because if he did, he would simply return to that… terrible sense of misery that seemed to accompany him even in the happiest of moments.

With you… he didn’t feel the overwhelming pressure that usually accompanies his mind. And sometimes, he would pretend you were there with him, if only to help him do the simplest of tasks. Getting out of bed at a reasonable hour, or taking care of himself was instantly made much easier, if he would take the time to imagine you there with him, with one of your typical comments.

“Wake up, silly goose. It’s literally 11am!” You’d say, with your ever-present smile.

Or sometimes,

“Come on, you can do it. Take a shower… it’ll only take 20 minutes, max. It’s not so bad. If you do that… you can eat some of the almond tofu left over in the fridge!”

Maybe it wasn’t the most normal thing to imagine, but if it helped? He wasn’t complaining.

Xiao buried his face in the single pillow on his bed, letting out a sigh. Just seeing you was enough to make him smile… the soft tone of your voice and the way you’d always dress up for your streams… it was truly a sight to see. You were divine… gracing him with your time and company, if only through the screen of his computer monitor. This way, he was allowed to bask in your presence, even if he was a nobody. Even if he didn’t deserve the smallest bit of attention from you.

His computer made a soft sound, indicating that he had an unread notification. He instantly clicked on it, after he saw the typical greeting from your twitch channel.

“Hi everyone!

I’m so sorry to announce this, but I’ll be taking a 3 week break due to some personal reasons. Please don’t worry about me, as everything is completely fine. I just need some time to take a break from my usual routine, as I’ve been feeling tired and worn out as of late. Thank you for your understanding, and I’ll be seeing you all after three weeks.

Love you all, and stay safe…”

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No….

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It’s as if his mood had completely dropped to rock bottom. Forget his previous excitement; forget his previous happiness at seeing one of your announcements. It all was crushed the moment he read those words.

3 weeks.

You couldn’t be serious. 3 weeks? Three whole weeks. It was already hard enough… waiting for 6 days between your regular weekly streams.

The day after the stream would be the easiest, as he would be thinking back to everything that you said throughout the day. It was fresh in his memory… your comforting presence fresh in his mind.

The day after that, the initial happiness began to fizzle away. Still there… but it was much less potent than the day before.

Halfway through the week, it’s almost as if he hadn’t even seen you. Those were always the hardest days… the days were he was thrust back into the familiar feeling of loneliness. It was a heavy feeling, weighing down on him as he tried to sleep. He struggled to even relax… as the negative feelings would always overwhelm him to the point where he didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed. At that point, it seemed like there was no point of anything. No point of taking care of himself. No point in eating. No point… of simply existing. There was no point, if he was without you.

The two days before the stream, his mood switched to one of anxious anticipation. He knew you’d be online… in 2 days. If he could just hold out until then, he’d be able to see you again!

The very day before the stream, Xiao didn’t even sleep. He couldn’t forgive himself if he missed even one second of your content, or one second of your intro screen. It was like a religious ritual… one that he followed perfectly as if he was your devoted worshipper.

2 hours before the stream, he was biting his nails. The anticipation was killing him.

1 hour… he was grabbing another cup of coffee. He was exhausted, but it was worth it if he was able to see you.

30 minutes… he tapped his leg, as he shifted in his gaming chair. Usually your intro screen was on by now… what was happening? Was something wrong? Did you…

Can…

Cancel?

This couldn’t be… not after he put so much effort into staying awake just for you. His breathing got heavier, as he started going into a full blown panic attack. You… you were avoiding him? What did he do…? He’s sorry… he must’ve disappointed you… he’s so worthless… sorry…

he’s sorry…

15 minutes later, the familiar waiting screen appeared on, with a little note apologizing for the late start. He breathed a sigh of relief, as his previous mood completely evaporated at the sight.

You were just late… everything was ok. What a benevolent streamer you were, offering a little apology just for him. He sighed, smiling slightly. You always were the sweetest…

When the stream started, his expression changed to one of pure elation. Seeing you… seeing this new content, hearing about your day… it was the best thing that has happened to him since your last stream. He eagerly watched the stream, replying to your little comments as if you were talking to him and him alone.

You think the “Crimson Witch of Flames” domain is terrible? Xiao agrees, because the Lavawalker set is useless. (He doesn’t even know what artifacts are… he just heard you complain about that set in particular)

You pulled Nahida in a recent banner? Xiao doesn’t even play Genshin Impact, but he’s already looking into this character so that he can better understand your favorite game. He really doesn’t need to understand the whole story line of the game… but if it helps him connect with you in that way, then he’ll gladly look into it. Even if it means watching hours of videos, and spending hours on the Genshin Impact Wiki.

He’s just that devoted… willing to do that… willing to do… anything for you.

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One week was doable. A struggle, but he could always power through.

But…

Three weeks?

His apartment was silent, except for an occasional sob, as he curled into a small ball on the floor of his room.

The teal LED lights shown down on his pale body, as it was shook on the floor.

The only other sounds in that apartment was the quiet hum of his PC fans, and the occasional startup sound of the air conditioner.

He was alone.

Again.

Again.

Again, he’s alone.

…he needed you.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Rivals

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~6.5k

Summary: Boone’s mothers fight. 

A/N: Here’s the next little drabble that flew into my mind. Enjoy. 

Warnings: Conflict, that’s it. 

You stare into your third gin and tonic with a frown that seems to be a permanent fixture since you’d left the house. You and Wanda had a disagreement that turned into a fight, and now you were drinking at the bar where you know Wanda’s business dealings occur. It was risky and honestly plain stupid to be here alone, but you didn’t care at the moment. You were pissed that Wanda refused to listen to your side of things. She is too paranoid to give into you on this issue and you’re frustrated at her for not trusting you enough to handle it.

It's a lose-lose situation and you just needed time away from her for a while. You don’t even know why you came here, but as you sit at the bar alone drinking something that’s too strong for you, you realize you probably should have at least asked Bucky to come along. Wanda’s going to be furious once she figures out where you went.

You’d done the mature thing to end your argument and you decided to leave. It wouldn’t have been productive to keep shouting at each other, so you left with only your phone and wallet to get a drink, or three. You don’t even really want the drink in front of you anymore. You’re pleasantly buzzed, and you feel like you could nap right here on the bar. You don’t want to because it reeks of alcohol, but you can’t go home right now. Wanda will just want to talk about this again, and you’re not interested in that right now.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

You turn when you hear this question, and you’re not even sure it’s directed towards you until you see a tall brunette standing next to you with a curious look. She’s smiling at you as she looks between you and the empty stool, and you can’t think of a single reason to tell her no. You shake your head before taking a moment to look the older woman over. You don’t recognize her, not that you’d expect to, but she looks exactly like the people you’d expect to see here.

She’s dressed in an expensive suit, and she runs her hands through her expensive haircut as she sits down beside you. You realize that she smokes because the smell wafts over to you almost immediately. You try to keep your face neutral, but you must fail because you hear her laugh as she waves down the bartender.

“I apologize for the smell. I unfortunately just had to fit in for a little bit.”

You don’t understand what she means by this, but you don’t bother asking as you just shrug. It’s not really your business or your place to judge a stranger. You just don’t like the smell. Anyone who isn’t your friends or family could do what they wanted without your input. You caught Wanda smoking once and you got so angry that you hurled her box of cigarettes across the room. You’d told her that if she ever smoked them again, she’d be couched for life, and luckily, she took your threat seriously.

“It’s alright. I’m just not used to it.”

You take another sip of your drink before you check your phone for the time. You see about a dozen missed calls and notifications from your wife and Bucky, but you ignore them for now. You figure that if they want to find you badly enough, you ignoring them won’t stop this from happening. For now, you don’t mind being alone, or at least mostly alone with your thoughts.

The brunette studies you carefully as she waits for her own drink. She’s never seen you here before, and she comes here often for business. She spent most of her time with boring men making deals around a table where she was expected to drink and smoke. She had spent a lot of time looking at the other bar patrons during these meetings, and she’s certain she would remember your face if she’d ever seen it.

“You’re new to the business then?”

You think about your response to this carefully. You know you’re in Wanda’s territory, figuratively and literally, so you’re not too worried, but that doesn’t mean you should go announcing your ties so quickly. You just shrug before going with something that is the truth, but not too detailed to be used against you. At least you hope so.

“Unfortunately, no. I’m married to someone in the business, so there’s really no avoiding it forever.”

You finish your drink before deciding that you should probably leave. You’ve brooded enough and Wanda was becoming increasingly more worried if the continuous notifications meant anything. You wait for the bartender to come back by so you can close out, but you’re turning back to the brunette before this happens.

“You’re married to someone in the business, but are you actively involved in it? You seem comfortable here.”

You’re not sure what to make of this observation and you wait until you tell the woman behind the bar that you’re done for the night before addressing it. You’re not exactly comfortable here, but you know it’s a safe place for you to be away from your wife and that’s all you needed right now.

You make the mistake of saying this and the brunette actually looks a little concerned.

“Are you in danger? Do you need a place to hide from her?”

You are about to shake your head and tell her no, that you’re just being dramatic and you are about to go home, but something catches your attention. You realize that the bar has gone silent and it’s a tense silence that immediately sets you on edge. You glance around to see what the cause is, and you’re equally surprised and disappointed when you see your wife standing in the doorway with Bucky and Steve by her side. They look all business and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes as Wanda spots you and heads over to you immediately.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?”

You expected the anger given the number of calls you’d ignored, but you’re surprised by the underlying fear that you hear in her voice. You just gesture to the bar before muttering something about having a drink. Wanda frowns at this but doesn’t respond as she looks to the woman that you’re sitting next to. She glares at the brunette, but you don’t get a chance to wonder why before she’s speaking.

“Saunders, what the hell are you doing with my wife?”

You frown at the hostility in your wife’s tone, and you’re about to speak up when the woman you’d been drinking with, Saunders apparently, just scoffs at her dismissively.

“Why don’t you ask her, Maximoff? Your wife was just telling me that she was trying to get away from you.”

You can’t help but flinch when she says this because yes you had said this, but you didn’t plan on telling Wanda. When Wanda shoots you a confused and slightly angry look you realize that you really should have kept your mouth shut.

“Well, I’m here now, and we’re going home. Come on, Y/n.”

You want to argue with her and you open your mouth to do so, but the look Wanda shoots you makes you decide against it. You sigh in defeat before you jump off the stool you were sitting on and head toward the door. You look back to the brunette with a smile before leaving your wife behind as you head toward your friends.

“Nice talking to you.”

When you step out of the bar into the parking lot, you immediately feel a strong grip on your arm leading you to a car. You cringe slightly and try to yank your arm away but Wanda holds firm. She’s pissed, just like you thought she’d be and she practically shoves you into the backseat with a growl.

“What the fuck, Y/n!? Why would you risk coming here? Do you have any idea of how dangerous this was?”

You hadn’t really considered this beyond the fact that it was familiar territory. You figured that you could have a few drinks and as long as you didn’t scream who you were married to, you’d be perfectly safe. Apparently not. You frown in annoyance at the rough treatment and lean away from Wanda when she joins you in the backseat. Steve wordlessly gets in the front and is driving away before you’re even buckled.

“What are you talking about, Wanda? I just went to get a drink, for fuck’s sake.”

You roll your eyes before crossing your arms with a huff. You stare Wanda down and she’s just looking at you dumbfounded before she manages to shake her shock. She takes a deep breath before she shakes her head and tries to understand what happened tonight.

“So, you just decided to get a drink at my top competitor’s bar for fun then?”

You stiffen slightly when Wanda says this, and you frown in confusion before shaking you head. You don’t understand what she’s talking about, and you want to just get home and go to sleep. You’re still a little drunk so you’re not thinking clearly when you shoot your wife an annoyed look.

“What? No, why would I do that?”

Wanda just shoots you an incredulous look before she seems to realize that you really don’t know. She knows you’re upset with her and that you wanted to get away. However, she hadn’t expected you to do something this reckless. Had you deliberately gone somewhere dangerous just to antagonize her? The more she thinks about it, the less likely it seems. You’re obviously still a little drunk because you’re lying against the door with your eyes closed. You’re close to sleep but Wanda needs you to understand why you shouldn’t do this again.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, Y/n. You’re lucky no one knew who you were.”

You open your eyes when Wanda says this and you turn to her with a frown. You think about what she’s saying and you realize why she was so angry with you. Regardless of your earlier argument, she was angry at you for being stupid enough to end up at the wrong bar which left you surrounded by the enemy instead of tenuous allies. You realize your mistake, but you’re too ticked to apologize immediately. You consider whether or not claiming ignorance opposed to appearing intentionally reckless is the better option.

You eventually sigh in defeat because your wife is still glaring at you, and you shake your head before turning back to stare out the window.

“You’ll be mad at me either way, so can we just say I made a mistake and then forget about it?”

Wanda has to resist the urge to scream at you in annoyance. You’re being so damn stubborn and it’s driving her crazy. She knows that having this conversation now is important, but you’re drunk and not thinking straight. Not to mention you’re angry at her and probably don’t want to listen to her. Still, Wanda needs you to get a clue.

“No, we can’t fucking forget about it! You could have been hurt or worse, all because you just wanted to get away from me? That’s fine, you can leave, whatever, but you can’t go looking for trouble unless you really want to find it!”

You glower at your wife’s reflection in the window before muttering something that you honestly wanted her to hear. You are at least grateful that you are only a few minutes from home, so you can hide somewhere in the many rooms of your house.

“Thanks for the permission, Wands.”

The rest of the ride is silent and you’re grateful for this. Your head is starting to ache and you have to squeeze your eyes shut when you arrive to your house that has nearly all the lights on. You’re not sure why, but you don’t bother to ask as you get out of the car without waiting for Wanda and heading inside. You don’t care about how your friends are talking to your wife who’s getting more discouraged than pissed at your apathy. She follows you inside after thanking her friends for the help, and tries to mentally prepare for this.

She’d called them earlier tonight when you’d left and she’d wanted to know where you went. She hadn’t planned on going to get you, she wanted you to have time alone – hell she wanted time alone, but once she finally figured out where you were she knew letting you stay there wasn’t an option. She wasn’t sure why you’d picked that bar of all places to escape to. Maybe you were being spiteful, or maybe you just didn’t realize where you were.

Wanda kept a lot of her business dealings from you for both of your sakes. She didn’t want you involved and as a result put at risk. For this reason, beyond knowing where you could go with Wanda, you didn’t know much about the other sides. You realize how this could backfire and despite wanting to stay in the dark, maybe you just had to know a little bit more to keep something like this from happening again.

You greet Boone with a smile before heading over to the couch to lie down. You’re a little dizzy and dehydrated so you grab a blanket and curl up to sleep. You cover your entire body hoping that you were hidden well enough from your wife. Not that your dog sitting at your side wasn’t a tip off.

You hear the door close behind Wanda, but you don’t even move as you close your eyes and try to will away your headache. You groan under your breath before stifling a yawn underneath your blanket. You peek out from under it to see Boone staring right at you, and you can’t help but smile as you stick your hand out for him to lick.

“Hey, bud. Sorry I didn’t take you with me.”

When you’d stormed out tonight you had only grabbed the essentials before speeding off in no particular direction. You had driven for about 20 minutes before deciding where to go. You never made great decisions when you were upset, and your impulsivity almost got you in trouble. Well, you were in trouble with your wife, but at least you didn’t suffer any bodily harm. Yet.

“Here.”

You look up when you hear Wanda’s voice, and you see a glass of water set on the table in front of you.  Boone’s sniffing it, and you see Wanda disappear out of the corner of your eye with a frown. You’re glad she’s not trying to talk this out now, but you also feel a little guilty just ignoring her. This is why you wanted to leave in the first place, so you didn’t have to be here alone with your wife.

“Thanks.”

You don’t have the energy to reach for it now so you just let it be as you try and rest. You only manage to do so for about 10 minutes before you start to feel nauseous. You sit up slowly and drink most of the water before looking around briefly. Wanda must be upstairs and since you’re still not in the mood to talk, you decide to retreat to the den with your nearly empty glass.

The couch in there is more comfortable, so if you’re going to sleep anywhere tonight that’s not your own bed you figure it should be here. You frown as you walk into the room and immediately see into the dark backyard. You love your house, you really do, but sometimes all of the windows at night freak you out. You reach for the remote that lowers the shades before grabbing a blanket at the end of the couch. You stand over the couch contemplating your next move for a bit before realizing that you need another blanket.

You head back out into the living room and grab a blanket for Boone before leading your dog back into the den. You close the door behind you with a sigh before laying Boone’s blanket on the couch. You’re not in the mood to have another reason to argue with Wanda, so you make sure that Boone is lying on the blanket beside you before you plop down on the couch with a frown.

Comfy or not, you don’t like the idea of sleeping here.

Wanda’s upstairs in the bedroom trying very hard not to agonize over the fight that you two had. However, she is very much agonizing over it, and she hates that as you two continue to deal with this, it somehow gets worse every time you talk about it.

Wanda’s always been worried about how her job would affect you. Once the two of you became more serious and she had to tell you more or less what she did for a living, she knew that you would be at risk. She knew that anyone who discovered your relationship could come after you, and in an attempt to keep this from happening, she set ground rules. A lot of ground rules.

They’d been overwhelming at first and the idea of not getting to go out in public with Wanda except in a few select places was discouraging. You didn’t like to hide the fact that you and Wanda were together, but you understood why you had to do it. Luckily there were places where you two could go and be among family, and here you didn’t have to hide. You could let everyone know how lucky you were to call Wanda your wife.

However, as the years went on and Wanda continued to push her competitors and tick them off, she received more threats that were directed towards you as well as her. They were mostly non-specific because despite the fact that your identity wasn’t a secret anymore (it honestly only remained secret for about a year before people found out), she didn’t want you to be out in public any more than you had to be.

You had of course not liked the idea of this. You enjoyed your freedom to do your own thing when your wife was busy. However, Wanda’s newest rule for you was that you couldn’t go out anywhere alone, and you hated it. You refused to have someone babysit you and despite knowing the risks, it was difficult for you to really understand them. Wanda hadn’t been able to say this without it seeming demeaning, and you’d just gotten more frustrated and refused to listen to her before you left.

The idea that Wanda wanted you to be followed everywhere you went drove you nuts. You could take care of yourself, and you honestly just thought your wife was being her normal paranoid self, times one thousand. She got like this sometimes when new threats were made and people tried to push Wanda into getting their way by mentioning coming after you. You found it annoying and desperate while Wanda feared the very real possibility that someone would come after you.

It wasn’t easy for her to continually be reminded of how her livelihood threatened yours. She knew the risks when she decided that she wanted to be with you, but she’d underestimated how difficult it would be for the two of you to navigate them together.

Wanda sighs as she considers her options. At this point, you’ve made your feelings clear and you won’t tolerate people following you around all of the time. You were too independent for that and you hated the idea that you weren’t capable enough to take care of yourself. Wanda could either give in and just let you continue doing as you’re doing, or she could say she won’t have someone follow you, but then do it anyway. This could go one of two ways. You could never find out, or you find out and this leads to another argument between you two that she doesn’t want to have.

She frowns at the thought and decides that this is too important for her to give up on. She just has to figure out a compromise.

You only try lying down to sleep for a few minutes before you grow restless. You’ve turned out the lights and you really should be able to sleep with your buzz wearing off and turning into exhaustion, but you can’t. You reach for your phone before unlocking it with a sigh. You see your background change from your dog to you and Wanda with a sigh before you go to your contacts. You want to talk this out with someone who wasn’t as emotionally invested; who wasn’t biased. You needed advice, and you knew just who to call.

Yelena is sparring with her sister when your call comes through her watch. She frowns when she sees it and holds her hands up to signal a time-out which caused Nat to frown. She’s about to complain when Yelena moves over to where she’d left her phone on the bench and shows it to her sister.

“It’s Y/n.”

Nat’s protests die before she can voice them because now, she’s worried. You should be asleep. You never call this late, and the fact that you’re not giving any warning makes them think something’s wrong. Yelena stands in the middle of the ring with her sister as she answers your call with a confused look.

“Hey, Y/n. You’re still up.”

You smile slightly at your friend’s voice, but you realize immediately that you’ve surprised her. She’s probably confused about why you’re calling so late, and you sigh in defeat before apologizing. You don’t know that Yelena’s moved out of the ring to sit down, and her sister joins her as you start to speak.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep. I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

Nat just rolls her eyes when her sister says that she was just beating up someone, nothing important. She can hear your laugh through the phone and Yelena pressed speakerphone so Nat can hear you better.

“Not at all. Nat was just getting her ass kicked. Is something up?”

You are relieved and slightly anxious about having both of your friends on the line. You were going to tell them either way, but telling them both at once stresses you out, not that you can do anything about that now. You run a hand through your hair before you shift slightly so you’re more comfortable under your blanket. Boone’s sleeping at your feet and you hear him snoring quietly as you think about the best answer to this question.

“Well, I’m currently sleeping in the den, or trying to. Wanda and I had a…disagreement earlier tonight.”

Both sisters frown at this news. Nat is thinking about what you two could have fought about while Yelena is wondering why you’d be banished to the den, most likely just with your dog.

It’s Nat who speaks up first as she considers the two most viable options for why you and your wife likely had a fight. Usually, it has to do with you not being careful when you’re out in public, or less likely, you simply did something reckless that usually involved injury, or her sister.

“What happened?”

You take a deep breath as you tell your friends about how you and Wanda were arguing yet again about your public presence. You didn’t go much of anywhere with Wanda anymore because she was always so busy, and she didn’t like being seen with you. Even in her territory it wasn’t completely safe, and she didn’t want to put you at risk when you two could just hang out together at home, or with friends at the compound. You tolerated this for the most part because you still got to be with your wife, but today Wanda had told you that she wanted you to have someone tailing you everywhere you went.

“I don’t know what the new threat was, but it’s the same thing every time with her. I get that she wants to keep me safe, but I feel like I’m losing all of my freedom.”

You start to feel silly when your friends don’t answer right away and you speak up to try to blow off your concerns, but they don’t let you. You can’t see them, but Nat and Yelena are shooting each other matching looks. They’ll have to figure out what this most recent threat was, but it doesn’t change what they’re certain Wanda wanted to do. She was always so worried about people finding you and using you against her – of hurting you that sometimes she disregarded everything but figuring out how to keep you safe.

Nat sighs as she tries to figure out how to say this, but Yelena beats her to it. She’s not quite sure whose side she’s on, but she hates how defeated her friend sounds.

“I’m probably just being dramatic is all.”

“You’re not being dramatic. You’re a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a man to follow her around everywhere.”

You can’t help but laugh slightly at this as you shift once again so you’re able to see your dog who’s just started to stir.

“Can you tell Wanda that?”

Both of your friends laugh, and this time Nat speaks up as she tries to figure out exactly what happened.

“I figure you already did, but what did she say?”

You frown at the thought of how Wanda had responded to you earlier and what she’d implied. You shake your head as you try not to sound too annoyed as you repeat what your wife had said.

“She said that she didn’t care. That my safety is more important yada yada and that this was happening whether I liked it or not.”

You don’t realize that Wanda’s ventured downstairs to check on you until you’re off the phone with your friends.

Yelena frowns in disapproval as Nat just groans in defeat. She’s sure that Wanda didn’t mean to sound like such a damn dictator. She was just worried about you, but you clearly were tired of hearing that. You wanted her to realize that you could handle yourself.

“Have you considered leaving?”

You’re drifting in and out so you’re a little caught off guard by this question. You don’t understand what Nat’s asking and you go to the first, most logical option.

“Leaving Wanda? No, but her rules are starting to feel too restrictive.”

Nat frowns before she shakes her head and looks to her sister. She hadn’t meant that and the fact that your mind went there made her think that you had definitely considered it. However, that wasn’t a conversation that she wanted to have with you over the phone.

“No, I meant going out to clear your head. Get a drink or something.”

When she says this, you can’t help but groan at the thought. You’d been stupid tonight, and you could understand why Wanda was mad about this. You would be equally mad if she pulled something like this, and you’re not sure if it makes it better that you didn’t do it intentionally. You were just an oblivious idiot. You struggle to figure out how to tell your friends this without them inevitably getting upset with you as well. Honestly, though, you deserved it so you didn’t protest too much.

“I did. I um…I went to get drinks at that bar on 5th downtown.”

The silence is deafening as you wait for your friends to react to the news of your unintentionally risky outing. Yelena groans under her breath, shaking her head as she slaps a hand to her forehead. Nat is a little more concerned about how that all worked out. Clearly you were still alive which is lucky in itself, but the idea of you walking into enemy territory without any backup was terrifying. You speak up before your friends can in an attempt to admit your wrongdoing.

“It didn’t quite go as planned.”

Wanda hears you talking to someone through the den door, but she leaves you be as she makes herself some dinner. She hadn’t gotten around to eating because she was so stressed trying to figure out where you’d gone. Now she was exhausted and still stressed, but also very hungry. She wanted to just eat and go to bed, but the sound of you laughing catches her attention. She sighs before shaking her head and trying to give you privacy, but she wonders who you’re talking to.

“Yes, supremely stupid, I know. It wasn’t intentional, if that makes you feel better?”

Yelena scoffs at the stupid statement while Nat just laughs at you. She knows that you wouldn’t do something like this on purpose. You’re known to be spiteful, but you wouldn’t do something so dangerous without letting anyone know. Nat wonders if you have a game plan beyond ignoring your wife. You’re probably not there yet, but she also knows you didn’t call her just to vent.

“Not really, but it’s good that you weren’t intentionally stupid.”

You laugh at this before reaching out to pet Boone with a sigh. You scratch him behind his ears and squish his face before moving closer to him.

“Thanks guys, I knew I called you for a reason.”

The three of you sit in silence for a while as you all contemplate what you want to say next. You don’t want to fight with your wife, you never do, but this isn’t something that you’re willing to roll over on. Usually, you’ll give Wanda her way because the issue isn’t a big deal to you and you know that she usually knows best. As far as you’re concerned Wanda just wants to keep you safe, but she just doesn’t always know the best way. You don’t know how to deal with her constant need of keeping you out of sight. You want to live your life without having to look over your shoulder, but you don’t want to be constantly fighting with your wife either.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore. I know what my options are, but none of them seem remotely appealing.”

Both of your friends nod as they consider how much you’ve compromised over the years of your relationship with Wanda. You gave up having a public, normal relationship, and now you were having to compromise further. Yelena and Nat were both conflicted on this, but only Nat had seen Wanda try to date before you.

It had been an understandably difficult ask for whoever Wanda was with to keep her identity, her entire existence a secret. For anyone who could get over the unpredictable long hours, to days of absence, the fact that they couldn’t just go to a restaurant, or to anything out in public was a real strain on her relationships.

She’d dated exactly two women before you, and she’d had flings with maybe half a dozen. Those who weren’t interested in anything more than a single night, Wanda didn’t bother telling them who she was. Her first girlfriend had been a little too optimistic, and hadn’t really known what she was getting herself into.

The idea of dating a mobster might be appealing for various reasons, but once you’re threatened and you face the business end of a gun, the appeal becomes near non-existent. This relationship only lasted for a couple of months, and Wanda had decided to just stick to flings for a while. She’d done this for maybe a year before she’d met you by chance when she’d run an errand at the local university.

With this in mind, Nat tries to figure out how to remind you why you’ve stuck around for this long. It wasn’t easy and sometimes you fought, but at the end of the day, you had the love of your life.

“You do give a lot up for her, Y/n.”

“But do you think she’s worth it?”

Nat adds onto Yelena’s less than helpful comment. They both want their friend to be happy, but sometimes Yelena worried a little bit more about what you’re sacrificing. She’s always been a little cynical, and doesn’t think that someone should give up everything for love. You’d joked with her and claimed that she just had to meet the right person before she decides to believe such a thing.

You don’t really have to think about either of these things. You know you’ve given up a lot to be with Wanda. You sometimes wondered what it would be like to be able to have a normal relationship with your wife, but it was hard to imagine. You’d done this for so long, and you were naturally an introvert, so missing out on being in public and hanging out with friends with Wanda wasn’t something you really ever did. That said, you knew that despite everything you sacrificed, you’d make the same decision tomorrow, and the next day and probably every day after that.

Your decision to live an unconventional and sometimes inconvenient lifestyle allowed you to be with Wanda. You knew from the moment you’d met her that she was special, and that she wasn’t going to be like anyone you’d ever met. This proved true rather quickly and despite the difficulty of navigating a relationship early on, your doubts and insecurities when she’d go dark, you’re glad that you did it.

You would have hated to let Wanda get away.

You sigh in defeat before you realize that you’ve already made your decision. You may not be happy about it, but you are going to let Wanda have someone follow you around. As long as they don’t get in your way, and they don’t give you too much grief, you’ll live with it. That said, you do want to talk about future expectations for any threats you receive or that Wanda receives concerning you. You don’t want your wife to flip her shit and do something drastic every time someone mentions you.

“Who do you think she’s going to pick to watch me?”

Wanda’s finished dinner and she’s on her way back upstairs when she hears the den door open. She stops on her way up the stairs when she sees Boone come running out into the living room. You follow behind less enthusiastically as you look around to figure out your next move. You’re hungry but you see your wife out of the corner of your eye and you realize that you can make this as uncomfortable as you want, or you can just get it over with. It’s difficult to tell what Wanda wants, but as you head to the kitchen your mouth starts moving before your brain registers it.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, Wanda.”                                                                                                                            

You don’t stop getting your dinner together as you wait to see if Wanda is in the mood to talk. You hear her sigh as she watches you make dinner with a frown. She comes to sit at the counter waiting until you put your food in the microwave before she responds.

“I don’t want to either.”

You turn to face the redhead and you’re not surprised to see she also looks exhausted. Fighting is never fun and you two do it so rarely that it’s always draining and stressful. You hop up on the counter across from her and sigh in exhaustion before you shake your head.

“I’m willing to have someone tail me, but I want to set a few ground rules first.”

Wanda’s surprised that you’ve changed your mind, but she doesn’t let it show as she just nods and waits for you to continue.

“Okay, like what?”

You tell Wanda about what you talked about with Nat and Yelena. You didn’t want some stranger to follow you and disrupt your life or bring extra attention to you. You’d hate that and it would honestly be the opposite of helpful. Wanda seems to agree with this, and she decides that she wants Bucky to follow you around. You don’t like the sound of this, but it takes you a moment to realize that you’d prefer having someone you know well following you, opposed to a total stranger. You sigh before nodding in agreement, but before Wanda can be too relieved about you agreeing, you speak up.

“That’s fine, but I also wanted to talk about something else.”

You thought about how to word your concerns in a way that wasn’t too cruel or dismissive to your wife’s feelings. You understood and could empathize with worrying for you, but you needed to be upfront with her. You wait until she’s listening to you and you just go for it.

“I appreciate you worrying about me so much, Wands, but how many times has something actually happened to me when there’s a threat?”

You watch your wife frown in response, but before she can speak you knock on the cabinet near your leg with a smile.

“Not to jinx anything, but people always try to piss you off by saying they’ll come for me, but it hasn’t happened once. I’m okay with having Bucky follow me around, but we can’t keep having this conversation with every little whisper, okay?’

Wanda doesn’t respond immediately and you try not to worry as you wait with baited breath. You look toward the living room at the sound of Boone scratching his ears. You frown but leave him be as you and Wanda continue to try and reach a compromise.

She sighs before considering what you’re saying. She knows that there is some truth to what you’re saying. No one has attempted to come after you yet, and she hopes that no one will. She knows this isn’t realistic because unless she manages to keep you in this house 24/7 people will realize who you are. She doesn’t want to keep arguing with you, and she knows that it’s only her overwhelming anxiety that makes her freak out each time, but she has a difficult time letting this go. She can’t help but worry about you, and until she’s able to take a step back from the business, she’ll always be front and center with a target on her back.

Eventually Wanda gets up from her chair and heads toward the microwave. She starts it again so your food is actually hot before leaning against the counter with a nod.

“I’ll do better, okay? I will.”

You nod and you two just sit in silence until your food is ready. You’re about to get up and get it, but Wanda grabs it for you and you smile in thanks.

“That’s all I ask.”

Masterlist

[darrens-toyhouse]

The Haunting of Ethan Cho: Connected!

Trigger Warning: Mentions of self-harm and blood.

The titled is so edgy, I am so sorry ×_×

Ash Artanya and Russell Firkins belong to @jafanadis

Estevan Aguliar and Rolando Correa belong to @mrboogerlip

Another giftfic hooray!! And it takes place in an alternate universe???? YAY!!!

For context, this is an Alternate Universe or AU where our silly wittle gym bro, Ethan Cho, was born {or cursed} with the ability to see and talk to those who have passed on only for his super sensitive, crybaby boyfriend, Milo to basically say goodbye in the worst way possible. Ethan, feeling the immense and intense guilt over not being able to stop Milo from doing what he did, hid Milo's corpse in the closet, and is now tethered with the ghost of his deceased boyfriend, haunting him endlessly while also having to deal with their friends finding out that Milo is dead by making a copious amount of lies while also hiding his ability to see ghost.

This giftfic is an add-on to Ethan's problems, now he has to hide the fact that he allowed Milo to possess him. Which is very VERY bad for the both of them since well, Milo is a very VERY broken and disorted spirit, despite being a newer spirit whose form should not be as bad as it is! He literally doesn't have a jaw anymore and can't speak, only making grunts and groans. He's also very prone to causing extremely unpredictable and hazardous outburst! Milo's very dangerous and can also be hostile which is just odd since again, he's a newer spirit, he died not to long ago but he can also feel pain??? Even, Ethan, the literal person who can see and talk to ghost finds his own boyfriend, strange and he might even be scared of him...

~~~

The first thing he did was light the candles and turn off the bathroom light and close the door before filling the tub up with freezing cold water. Since he had been surfing down old forums for quite some time now, he found the perfect ritual for the two of them!

They could finally be together! In one vessel!

 And while the ritual did mention possible side-effects, he didn't care one bit!

Everything had to be perfect!

He was becoming so desperate and his paranoia had been eating him up for so long that at this point, he'd rather let his lover take full control over his body than to be stuck with no one at all, even if it was just for a day…

"Okay, Candles, check. Water, check. Everything turned off check, check, check! Now all I need to do is…"

Ethan began to read the ritual's steps off his phone and croaked. He was supposed to fill the tub up first, then light the candles. He simply scuffed at the rules in front of him and pushed them aside.

"Oh well, getting a few things wrong never hurt anyone! Right, Milo?"

No response? Odd? Infact Ethan didn't even notice that now it was quiet.

Too quiet…

No ticking, no clicking, not even a single groan. Ethan shook his head. Now wasn't the time to start fooling around, that's what essentially got him in this mess in the first place!

While scrolling down the steps page, he came across the 5th step. Fear painted his face as he scrolled back up before finally checking his notifications. It was a text message…from the group chat…

"A trip to the movies? And a sleepover!?!"

Ethan bit his lip as he looked at the knife that sat on the board. Maybe if he did it as quick as possible then he'd have enough time to get dress, pack some of his things in a bag and-

Wait! What about the corpse!?!

Ethan covered his ears and shook his head once again, "Ignore it! Now's not the time! Stop getting distracted, you nut-brain!"

He quickly typed back and told the chat to pick him up around…8:30, before steadily moving his phone away from the board, taking off his shirt and picking up the knife.

He had never done this before so he had to be pretty careful, otherwise he could end up dead too. He rolled up his shirt and put it in his mouth to bite down on so his neighbors couldn't hear him scream and began to mark himself with an X on his chest, blood spilling on the sprite board.

Panting and shaking, Ethan knew he had to go quicker. It was already 7:49, after all. 

He began to cut a little faster but quaked when he accidentally went too deep and proceeded to hack up the shirt as well as small splotches of blood out of his mouth as a reflex or his body's way of telling to stop with this crazy stuff and to just accept the fact that Milo was-

"No! It's always been me and him, and I'm not gonna let him down now!"

Ethan pulled the knife out of his chest and stood up before instantly holding onto the bathroom sink, panting. Sweat ran down his face as he wiped the blood from his mouth before compressing the bleeding wound with his hand. Because even though he wanted to be with Milo forever, he didn't want to die either!

Feeling his head spin from the possible blood loss he was experiencing, Ethan grabbed his shirt and put it over the wound before taking off his pants with his free hand while the other occupied keeping him alive. He threw his pants along with his boxers and took two steps backwards before clumsily falling into the tub, water splashing everywhere.

As the cold cold water took him under, he closed his eyes and began to drift off into a somberful sleep…

~~~

“ETHAN!?!”

A familiar voice called out as he was dragged out of the water, gasping for air. Water drizzled hastily down his hair as he tried to make out who had just said his name and pulled him out of the tub.

As he looked up, his vision became more clear.

It was Russell and Rolando? What were they doing here?

Sitting upright in the tub, Ethan looked around, mouth agape with a shocked expression on his face. Clearly he had no idea what was going on or how he even got in the tub in the first place or why there was blood scattered across the bathroom floor and sink.

Rolando was the first to finally break the silence within the bathroom as he and Russell helped Ethan out of the tub and wrapped his waist with a nearby towel, before letting him sit down in between them so he could collect his thoughts.

"Y-You alright, little man. Looked like you were trying to summon a ghost or something in here?"

As Rolando looked around, his boyfriend, Estevan then altered the three that he had found something.

Something sharp!

Ash, who had been helping Estevan examine the bathroom for any scenes of a break in, spoke up once he saw the object.

"A…knife?"

Estevan nodded. He put the knife in a plastic bag and began looking for more clues. As a police officer, it was his job anyway to serve and protect.

Russell then integrated once he smelled something foul, "Bleh! Anyone else smell that?"

Rolando scrunched his nose and gagged, "I knew I smelled something off when we came in earlie. It almost smells like-"

"A rotting corpse?"

Ash turned his nose upwards before quickly realizing it was coming from the bedroom. He turned to Estevan and asked if they could go investigate over there to which Estevan nodded in response.

"We can check the bedroom, but I don't think we're gonna find anything in there either. The only thing I found were fingerprints on the knife and, well, of course the bloody footprints. Some small, some big."

Estevan bit his lip as Rolando raised his hand to speak. He realized something was a bit off about that last sentence.

"That doesn't make any sense, babe? How can there be small footprints…and big footprints?"

Estevan blushed. He tried to say something but pulled away once Rolando had called him babe. Aww! What a sensitive guy!

Russell then rolled his eyes, "Now's not the time to start flirting, you two! Ethan's already traumatized as it is! Look at him!"

As the other three shifted their attention over to Ethan, he looked up at them and then back around the room, mouth now closed. He was shivering and shaking from the cold water that was now dripping onto the already ruined floor.

"Ethan, speak!"

"He's not a dog, Rolando-"

Before Ash could finish his sentence, Ethan shouted back, blood drooling out of his mouth.

"...Speak!"

The others slowly backed away as Ethan started giggling and smiling to himself which soon turned into manic laughter as he rocked back and forth, blood dripping down his mouth as that laughter soon turned into manic crying as he repeated the word 'speak' over and over. 

Until Rolando shouted at him again, "Ethan, stop!"

And just like that, Ethan immediately stopped smiling. As his laughing steadily subsided, he gave his friends a death glare before continuing to rock back and forth, this time only slower.

"Soooo, we're just gonna ignore what just what just-Hey! Where are you two going?"

Rolando got up and immediately halted Estevan and Ash walking out of the bathroom to which Estevan turned around and rolled his eyes.

"To the bedroom? Duh! I gotta figure out what happened here, it is my job, after all, babe. And besides you two can watch over Ethan…right?"

Rolando gulped as he turned his head and down at Ethan, legs shaking, "I don't know, he seems a little…off."

Russell cleared his throat and fixed his collar, "Yeah, more so than when we bumped into him. Or when we took him out for ice cream? Or when we asked him where Milo was and he just kept dodging the question by telling us that Milo was sick or visiting outside family or-"

Ash pondered as it hit him, "Yeah, wait, a minute? Speaking of Milo…where is he?"

"Ethan, did you try to sacrifice Milo again?"

"Rolando, this isn't the time to be making jokes. We need to find out what happened and more importantly, if it involves Milo in any way. Come on, Ash."

As Estevan and Ash finally walked out of the bathroom, Russell sighed.

"This is ludicrous…"

Rolando turned to face his red-headed friend and gave him a smile.

"Don't worry, Russell. At least, Ethan's…okay?"

The two turned their attention to Ethan, who was as quiet as a mouse and looking down at the floor, still rocking back and forth as if he was in a trance. Rolando tried to get his attention again like before but this time Ethan remained completely silent causing Rolando to sigh and lift his head up back to Russell.

"Hey, Russell, can you pass that rag over there so I can clean off Ethan's face, thanks dude!"

Russell got up and walked over to the towel rack by the toilet and put his hand on the pink rag, picking it up and handing it to Rolando.

"This one?"

Rolando pointed to the other rag sitting across from the pink rag, "No, no, the green one."

Russell nodded and picked up the green rag, handing it to Rolando, before sitting back down on the edge of the tub to think.

"If Ethan's okay?"

Russell paused, He looked up at Rolando with sad, worried eyes and forced himself to smile. They both knew that something was wrong but they just couldn't figure out why?

"Milo should be okay too, right?"

A weak chuckle escaped Rolando's lips as he nodded.

"Milo's definitely fine! It's not like he would just up and leave without telling any of us after all. And besides if someone did try to hurt Milo, we'd be the first to know! Right, Ethan?"

Silence…

Not a single word escaped Ethan's lips…

~~~

In the bedroom, by the window was when Ash had spotted his first ever clue as Estevan studied the rest of the room on his own. 

On top of the lamp table on the right side of the bed was a bottle of what seemed to be pink prescription pills. He picked up the bottle and read the bold labeled sticker that was on the side and raised an eyebrow.

"Allium? What's that?"

Ash asked as he handed the bottle over to Estevan, who also raised an eyebrow as he read to label.

"Allium? I…I never heard of this before or at all even?"

"Is…", Ash gulped, "Is it illegal?"

"Ash, please. Does Milo look like the type of guy who would take drugs? Let alone, buy them?"

Ash shook his head as a snicker escaped his and Estevan's lips before they continued back to examining the room.

"Though, I am curious, where did you find those?"

The elfen-man pointed over to the lamp table where he had found his first clue, it also had several pink pills, a half-empty warm water bottle and a pink opened journal scattered on top of it. There was also a broken draw that had its hinges completely ripped off and some of the screws were covered in what seemed to be…blood? It became clear to the two that this was probably something way more than just a weird break in.

The first thing Estevan did was pick up the screws with his gloved hands and put them in a little baggy just like he had done with the knife that now sat on Ethan's study desk, next to his computer that was left on and displayed several pictures of Milo, and just Milo only.

"Aww, it seems Ethan was trying to scrapbook some photos! Look, Estevan!"

Ash walked over to the computer and pointed at it before sitting down on the large neon green and coal black ‘gamer’ chair and swiveled himself around to face the computer.

Estevan gave Ash a puzzled look, "You're gonna check Ethan's computer for clues?"

"Mm-hm! Seemed he also left a few tabs open too! I mean there's the usual tabs like Minecraft for free, cats pictures and…how to stop comparing my elf friend to a tomato?"

Ash paused and cleared his throat. He then picked back up with reading all of Ethan's tabs.

"Oh, there's also, how to swim without drowning? How to fight my friends? What should I do if I run out of toothpaste? There's also the more…personal stuff. Maybe, after this we should talk with Ethan and-"

"Let me, see."

"Huh?"

"The tabs. I wanna see if there's anything else, Ash."

"O-oh. Go ahead, be my guest."

Ash got up and gave Estevan a nervous smile. He watched as the man sat down and started to comb through all of Ethan's tabs.

"Sweet Jesus, how many tabs does this guy have open? Just look at this! And I can't even find the naughty stuff!"

Ash cleared his throat and raised his hand to speak, "So we're done here right? But about the Allium? And the journal? We haven't read that pink journal yet! I'm a bit curious to see what's inside."

"Well, I already have the Allium pills in this little baggy here. Gonna take them to the lab to get them tested, after our movie of course. Rolando did…promise me."

Estevan blushed as Ash made his way back to the pink journal. It had a fluffy, soft case with a brown chocolate bunny on it and looked to have been a quick and cheap easter gift judging by the fact there were also colorful eggs surrounding the tiny chocolate bunny.

As Ash skimmed through page one, he soon realized this wasn't any journal but a diary and judging by the small yet neat handwriting, he could tell who exactly this diary belonged to.

Coming back to reality, Estevan hovered behind Ash and asked, "So what's it say?"

To which Ask simply replied with a sigh and a sad smile as he began to read the diary out to him.

Dear Diary

You know, this is the greatest gift Ethan has ever got me! It's sweet yet simple! He tries to be so over the top sometimes with his gifts like how on Valentine's Day he got me a cruise ship! Yes a cruise ship, completely covered in red and pink valentine's day theme tinsel and bows. There was also tons and tons of chocolate, all of which came delivered to us melted but I didn't care I was just so happy I almost started crying! I love that man with all my heart and I really REALLY wish I could treat him the same way he treats me! I'll just have to try harder to outdo him! Next Valentine's Day will be my year! 

Oh and speaking of gifts, I also just got some new pills from the pharmacy today, Allium pills! My doctor says they're supposed to ease my anxiousness and sadness, so I took one right away. I don't really feel any different sadly? I just feel the same. Maybe some snacks will help! I've been in the mood for some popcorn lately…

So...

I burnt the popcorn…

I thought the timer said 4:50 but it actually said 1:50 and I ended up burning my popcorn and when Ethan got home, I told him and he immediately just patted my head, gave me a kiss and said he'll make me a new bag. I told him I could make it myself but he insisted that I go and relax. I'm still not used to having others do things for me since I've been so used to doing things on my own…it hurts a little but I don't know why? Oh, well.

Ethan gave me my popcorn and we sat down and watched his entire dvd collection of his favorite show, Paranormal Night. He told me that he was so lucky to have found the entire season 1 season 2 on sale and now he could relive his childhood! I just found the show to be a bit odd though, but that might be because I didn't really grow up with as much of this type of punk, gothic, emo stuff. Unlike my adorable, boobalicious, bear~bear! He loves this stuff and he's even asked me once if I could help him get back into painting his nails and helping him with his eyeliner. 

I think for next Christmas I'll get him those platform boots he's been asking for! On top of that, Christmas is also his birthday! Yay! So I might even get him his very own choker so we can match!

+++

So we just got done watching episode 9 of Paranormal Night, Ethan did warn me earlier that that episode was very…bad I guess? I dunno how to explain it tee~hee! I did walk out though once it started to get a bit too real but I did not cry! I am a grown-man! I can handle a few…bad thoughts you know! 

After I walked back in, Ethan tried his best to comfort me but I told him that I was fine and just needed a breather. I guess he didn't believe me though, because he started wrapping me up in the covers and hugging me. But again I did not cry! I am fine! And I wish everyone would stop asking ME if I'm okay! 

I'm gonna go to bed, goodnight!

Dear Diary

I tried going out with the boys today but I just didn't feel like getting out of bed. Ethan tried to bribe me with cupcakes and cookies and candies like he always does but it just didn't work. And now, while I'm here writing my thoughts, Russell and Estevan {my frens <3} blow up my phone and send me pictures saying how they wished I was here with them, getting ice cream and sweet buns. Maybe next time? I mean the three of us haven't hung out in like forever so…I dunno?

I just took an Allium pill and still nothing. But I do feel a bit dazed and like I'm just really really tired. I might just make this a short entry for now, so goodnight?

+++

Forget sleeping, the boys came back and brought me ice cream, vanilla with rainbow sprinkles, my favorite. We all sat down in the living room and talked for a bit until Rolando pointed out my sleepybags. I just shrugged it off and told everyone not to worry and that I was just tired, which was true. I almost fell asleep in the middle of our conversation but immediately forced myself to stay awake. 

After that little convo between me and Rolando, Estevan suggested that we, and by we I mean all of us, go see a movie. I flat-out refused. Told him, I was just too tired. Russell turned to me and asked me why I was being so off lately and I just told him, like how I told Estevan, I was just way too tired. 

But the truth is I didn't know why I was being so off either? 

And I think Russell knew that. 

Because he turned to Estevan and before I knew it they both pulled me aside and began to ask if I was okay. 

And just like before I told them I was tired but it seemed they didn't get the memo because then they started to ask why I was shaking? 

Or why did I look so sad?

I tried to smile to show them that I was okay but they saw right through it. 

Russell tried to hug me and Estevan tried to talk to me but I just…I dunno stepped back in fear maybe? I ended up making them both sad but I didn't feel bad at all in fact I just felt so out it?

I need a drink…of apple juice because I'm responsible!

Goodnight.

Dear Diary

I pushed through and finally went outside for the first time in ages. No bridging needed. The drive took ages though! Just to get to Ciero from where we live, it took like 10 hours! Maybe even longer! I fell asleep during half of the ride there though and by the time I woke up, we had to make ANOTHER pit stop for gas!

Right now I'm kinda just chilling on the couch, wearing my favorite dress and writing this all down. I do feel a bit off but that's probably because I haven't been out in sooooo long and to be surrounded by all my friends, still just feels way too weird for me. Maybe I should try to be more social? But there's nothing for me to really talk about.

Estevan and Rolando are more mature, more stoic, more laid back, ya know while Ash and Russell are more kind, more energetic, and easy to talk to but I don't know? I feel like if I talk to any of them, I'm gonna make a fool out of myself! 

Maybe I should just stay in my little corner?

Dear Diary

I don't know what to write anymore. I've been flipping through these messy, scribbled pages to find anything else to write about but seems I'm just stuck.

Stuck on writing. Stuck on drawing.

Stuck on everything!

I can't do anything!

My past is still ingrained in my mind, the friends that I have lost and the friends that I have gained are starting to intertwine with one another and the old friends are taking over! Everywhere I go, I see their faces! Taunting me, haunting me! Reminding me that I am nothing! I will always be known as Milo JOSIAH Campbell! Yet I am trying to change and change does take time, I know that but now people...belittle me as if I'm some child and not an adult struggling with himself every single day! The cuts on my arms, the markings my neck, my bruised up knees and tormented skin are all signs that I do need help and I want others to listen to my pain and yet...

I'm scared...

The rest of the pages had been scribbled out with blood red ink, before being attacked by childlike drawings of his missing friend.

Estevan glanced up at Ash with a troublesome expression and began to say something but stopped once they heard as THUMP, coming straight from the bathroom.

Ash tossed the diary down by closet and ran right behind Estevan and what the two had saw shocked them to their core.

Rolando and Russell had been holding Ethan down on the hard titled floor to restrain him. When Estevan questioned why they were restraining him and what even happened, that's when Ethan glanced up at him and let out a cold hiss. A large bloody wound had appeared on Ethan's forehead, clearly it wasn't there before but neither was the broken, crimson stained glasses beneath their feet.

Ash's eyes grew wide with fear as he stood there, shaking. He looked over to Estevan for guidance but it seems, he too, was afraid.

"Hold him still!"

Rolando shouted at Russell as he squeezed Ethan's left arm to try and restrain him better but also to stop the endlessly squirming and kicking.

"I-I'm trying! It's just that-OW!"

And even biting.

Russell pulled back, and looked down at his arm. His skin had been tore apart by teeth as a familiar crimson liquid leaked out of his arm altering his lover of his pain. Once Ash had pulled an injured Russell away from the commotion to bandage him up, Estevan stepped in to restrain Ethan. He knew he could handle a few markings to the arm yet what he wasn't prepared for was the endlessly ear-piercing screams and wails that had escaped Ethan's mouth once Estevan got a hold of him. They were so high-pitch it made everyone in that messy bathroom cover their ears!

"M-m-make it stop!"

Russell was the first to cry out. Once he could feel himself start to become uncomfortable and distracted by the screaming and waling and endlessly crying, his flapped his hands and started to cry himself, a sign his way having a meltdown. He sat himself down and huddled himself in a lonely corner by the bathroom door, putting his knees close to his chest and his head down in his lap. Ash, being the sweet and naturing boyfriend he was, sat down next to Russell and pulled him close to him, covering Russell's ears as a way to just block off this noise!

As Rolando and Estevan struggled to hold Ethan down any longer, they glanced up at each other. One was shaking with fear and worry, trying so desperately to figure out what was wrong with his friend as tears streamed down his face while the other looked content. Sure he was also a bit afraid and maybe even a bit upset that he had to do this in the first place, but still it was better safe than sorry. It became clear to him that his friend was most likely a danger now and had definitely tried to hurt himself!

After all why would there be glass everywhere? A shattered mirror? A bleeding gash in his head? It was all adding up in his head!

Their glance then turned sway from one another and at the duo sitting in their corner. Ash swallowed his spit and wipe his tears, while he was more concerned about Russell's safety he was also very worried about Ethan's.

This wasn't the Ethan THEY knew!

The goofy and annoyingly gullible, ego-driven gym bro who was the first to help out anyone in need and cheer up your day? Sure he would, if unknowingly, be a bit of jerk and was sorta self-centered but still, he meant well.

What happened to him?

First, he had closed himself off to everything and everyone around him, only going outside when pressured or bribed, not once ever escaping the lousily and grim apartment on his own. He had lost all interest in his favorite hobbies such as going to the gym, drawing, and even play videogames. He stopped taking care of himself and started to live day after day in a paranoid and crazed state, frequently checking over his shoulder and he began to contain himself in a dazed world to espace whatever trouble he was dealing with.

And now, here he was screaming, kicking, and even biting his own friends as if they were strangers who had invade his home! Obstacles, even!

He couldn't care less if they got hurt as long as none of them figured out the truth, he could stay contained in his own little bubble forever!

Just him and his love lost in his imagination about what he could've done differently that day! After all, love conquers all right? Right?

Then why? Why couldn't he save-!

"Ethan, stop!"

And just like that...it was over...

Ethan stopped.

Resting his head on the bathroom, Ethan fell into an semi-unconscious, harmless state and let out a small, soft groan. Once his body had rested, Rolando and Estevan finally released him from their grasp.

Getting up, Rolando dusted himself off and looked down at his boyfriend, who stared worried at the other man laying down in front of him.

"Estevan..." Rolando paused before Estevan scooped Ethan up and held him close to his chest. Clutching his soft, ebony hair in his hand while rocking him back and forth. Clearly this was completely out of the ordinary for Estevan to do! He didn't really tolerated Ethan so why was he comforting him?

"Are you okay, babe?"

With misery in his eyes, Estevan nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay."

Yet he fumbled and quivered on his words. Rolando could see the tears coming from a mile away yet Estevan simply ignored them.

"But this isn't about me right now! Something happened here! Forget the movie, forget the sleepover!"

Estevan pulled the other man closer to his chest yet it seemed Ethan didn't even notice on bit, he was falling in and out of a dazed and confused consciousness trying his best to hold onto his sanity as his eyes started to become cloudy and flash a quick pink before turing back to brown over and over yet none of them seemed to notice.

"We need to help Ethan! And we need to find Milo."

Rolando gulped and shifted his eyes over to Ash abd Russell, "No matter how long it takes?"

Whenever Estevan needed or even wanted to solve a case you knew you were in for a wild ride. He was calculated and quick and he always strived to complete even the most gruesome of cases in the name of justice.

"No matter how long it takes."

Silence...

Ash raised his hand to speak up and questioned this little mission Estevan had planned. He just didn't really understand it and found a flaw.

"So we're going to help Ethan? But how? We don't even know what's wrong with him! I mean he looks a bit dehydrated and very very frail but that's it! How are we suppose to help him?"

Rolando cleared his throat before folding his arms as he early began to list off the strange and abnormal hings Ethan had done.

"And the fact he banged his head on the mirror until it shattered, bit Russell, screamed so loud I think his vocal cords might've shattered, oh and the time blood started to pour out of his mouth and-"

"Okay! I get it!"

Ash hissed before shifting to the side and putting his knee close to his chest and head in his lap, letting out a muffled, "Ethan's sick."

Russell adjusted his shirt and let out a cough. He wiped his tears away and looked up with teary jaded-eyes.

"Don't forget the fact we found him semi-drowning."

He then paused and fiddled his red hair, "On top of that, Ash does make a great point! We don't know what's wrong with Ethan. But we also don't know where Milo is, so how are we suppose to find him?"

Rolando bit his lip, "Well, we can always ask-"

"You know we can't ask Ethan!"

Estevan snapped, seeing where this conversation was heading. Everyone in that room knew Ethan was too sick to begin with, so a bombard of questions regarding Milo was pointless, even though they were all worried about him.

The answers Ethan had given them already didn't make any sense! Milo was like a roach, out of sight until he found him sitting in a corner by himself but once you've turned your back, he'd disappear again.

Rolando put his back again the bathroom wall and rolled his eyes, "So, you're suggestion we wait?"

Estevan nodded, "Until Ethan get's better."

Russell shifted his eyes, shook his head and finally got up, fist clenched.

"Not to accuse Ethan of lying, but I've been wanting to say this for some time now and I truly believe that," He paused and glanced over at Ethan, resting in Estevan's arms, "He's been hiding something from us. I don't know what but remember that smell from earlier? It was definitely a corpse!"

Ash let out a nervous chuckle and got up to confront his love.

A bit concerned, he raised an eyebrow" "Are you saying that Ethan murdered Milo? D-don't be ridiculous, my Russell! Ethan, well, he wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"No! Of course not! It's just that-that-!"

Trying to find the right words to string together, Russell hesitated as he watched Estevan get up with Ethan in his arms and shake his head.

"Alright, this conversation is going nowhere. Let's get little bro-bro all bandaged up and into some clothes and head out of this crime scene of a house!"

Rolando snickered, "Little bro-bro? Since when were you two brothers?"

"Erm, just now! What? You guys think I wouldn't make an awesome big brother?"

Estevan chuckled as Rolando rolled his eyes and headed out of the bathroom with Ash and Russell following right behind him.

And as Estevan stepped out with Ethan tucked his arms, he looked down at him and gave him a smile which slowly disappeared, once Ethan spoke up, his voice was extremely raspy and dry.

"You'd make an awful big brother, Evey..."

Estevan raised an eyebrow and let out a confused snicker, "Awful?"

To which Ethan replied with soft tears in his eyes, lips quivering as he spoke up in a now somber voice, "I'm sorry."

Silence...

Estevan was puzzled as Ethan clinged onto his shirt, crying even harder now.

"Huh, Ethan what are you talking about? You didn't do anything wrong? Well, expect for when you bite Russell, but that's about it!"

"Yes, I did! I did do something wrong but I CAN'T tell you!"

Estevan sighed and lifted Ethan closer to him. He knew Ethan was sick. Physically, he had this huge cut in his chest, a gash on his head and looked like a totally mess and mentally, he was broken. Whatever had happened, it had sacred him.

"Oh, Ethan." Estevan ruffled Ethan's hair and followed it up with a smile, "Everything's going to be okay! I'm promise!"

Ethan sniffed and huffed softly while he trembled in Estevan's arms. He knew that was lie! Everything wasn't going to be okay it was just going to get worse and worse for him!

The last thing he said to the other man before falling back into a mute state sent chills down Estevan's spin.

"I'm scared..."

~~~

Woo-hoo! It is finally finished!! I didn't forgot about my au, I've just been dealing with a lot of writer's block lately...

Also sorry to @jafanadis is Ash and Russell are written out of character and sorry to @mrboogerlip is Rolando and Estevan are written out of character...again I try my hardest to stay in character but then my interpretations just takes over...

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for cutting off my friend without explanation?

(tl;dr my mental illness meant I became obsessed with my friend. I realised my obsession was dangerous and painful and cut him off without explanation. AITA?)

I (17 NB) have struggled with mental health issues for a while. They're a lot better now, but for a while I was seriously unwell mentally. During some of this time (early 2022), I became friends with someone- let's call him Max.

At first, Max was sweet, and kind- he helped me through a panic attack, he was full of fun stories, he always wanted to do well and be kind. He had some issues, but nothing super serious, and he was going through some shit anyway. So if course I became obsessed.

See, a feature of my mental health issues was the fact that I became obsessed with people very quickly. Typically one person at a time, who I would devote almost my entire mental energy to. A single smile, frown, tiny decision like whether they'd sit with me or not could make or break my day. I got obsessed to the point where I was at genuine risk because of it. Max was one of these people- and then he showed his more serious mental health issues.

He blatantly self harmed in front of me and got upset I didn't give him my scissors to cut with. He made me report actionable threats of suicide (as in, he told me to report it then became angry at me when I did). A lotta things. I think he lied about a lot of things as well.

And of course, because I was obsessed with him, I did whatever he wanted because I was both terrified of losing him and terrified of him not wanting to be friends anymore if I messed anything up, even if he survived. Any previous obsessions weren't as bad, because the person they were centered on wasn't as intense, but because of how he was acting, my obsession got worse.

I put up with all of this because he was my friend, and I cared about him, but this was taking its toll on my mental health. I developed obsessions and compulsions around checking my phone- I was terrified that if I didn't check it, I'd miss a message from him and he'd die (and unread message notifications caused panic, even when I knew they weren't from him). It was difficult to even shower because I was scared I'd miss a message. I was scared all the time. My obsession with him also lead to me doing more and more dangerous things in order to try and get attention from him- I had to be talked down from suicide at one point (my reasoning was if I succeeded, everything would be over, and if I didn't, he'd have to pay attention to me). I wasn't thinking logically or safely at all.

Eventually, I recovered after a lot of therapy, and we went to different colleges. I realised that I was now mentally a lot better, but any time he would text me (infrequently), I would feel these obsessive feelings resurface. Eventually, I started to ghost him. He sent a message at one point asking if I was okay, and if he'd done something.

I responded that he'd done nothing, but he was associated with some really bad times in my life so speaking to him hurt a lot. He asked if he could message again at some point to check in with me, and I didn't want to say 'no, never talk to me again', so I say yes. This was in about last November.

Then a couple weeks ago, he messaged me again asking if I was okay, and that he was sorry if the message was painful for me. I'm sure he wanted closure about why someone who previously seemed to love him switched to hating him. I didn't respond, and blocked him, because not only was the message painful in general, but coincidentally, I'd actually experienced psychosis literally that day involving him (believing that he was controlling parts of my body), so it was terrifying and made me feel like he was watching me. I hadn't experienced psychosis in over a year, to be clear. I also blocked him on any social media I could find him on.

I kinda feel like the asshole for blocking him and not giving him closure- am I?

What are these acronyms?

[forever-once-gone]

I HAVE A QUESTION.

This is about an old fic lol, but its ALWAYS on my mind. LIKE ALWAYS. I would love to see a lil snippet of the 'on the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me trio. BUT yk I understand some fics end in one shot, and that's ok, I just really loved it lol.

ON TO MY QUESTION

I was wondering how things would have changed or gone around if the oc had a special someone. oc already seemed reserved, so maybe she kept that partner private; why talk about it with the boss yk? thank youuuuu and i love it!

Hi darling!! Honestly it’s crazy that anyone would still be thinking of my crazy little fic lol. You know, I do still think about that fic/trio a lot too, and I still often think about how I’d want their “relationship” — kidnapping — to progress. I’ve written some of what I’d want the second pet to be like, but I just haven’t had the time in the past year or two to actually write. I haven’t been on tumblr that much at all really as I’ve just been so busy with my degree (and work). Maybe I’ll share a little snippet or write a little something for you since you’re too kind 🥰🥰 seriously made my day today when I saw this notification

Anyway, onto your question. I think I’ve answered a question similar to this before, but I can’t honestly remember. So I’m sorry if my answer is different than what I’ve said before, but I’d say that y/n would definitely be the type not to bring up their spouse at work. They make it clear time and time again (in the OG fic) that they only stick to their job description and don’t gossip at work like the others. They are very professional. So for a long time, Namjoon and JK would not know about their partner/relationship. Like for a long time. I believe they would believe that Y/n was single, because they are delusional and believe (to some degree, even if it’s not entirely) that Y/n likes them both back.

That’s all to say, they would find out eventually but only by chance. Whether it was from Jungkook’s surprise visits to the office, overhearing Y/n’s phone call with their special someone. Or Namjoon running a background check on Y/n, their social media, etc. and finding it out. In the OG fic, they have been planning the kidnapping for literal years, but they are really delusional and I believe would believe that Y/n is so in love with them that they wouldn’t even consider them in a relationship. Especially since they don’t mention it themselves.

How this would change the events in the oneshot would be minimal though even if they had a spouse and somehow the guys found out. Because they both believe that Y/n is being bound by the status quo / their coworkers / the job from pursuing them. They’d think that Y/n got into a relationship with this other person as a second choice (more like a third choice lol). They’d believe that Y/n is just trying to deny their feelings for the men, or that they are just restraining themself cause you think they don’t like you back. They’d still kidnap them just as they did in the fic, but essentially make Y/n out as a cheater to their partner. Their coworkers wouldn’t even know/care since Y/n never even mentioned having a partner at work. So they would be none the wiser.

I’ll try and post a snippet of them if I can later on. But if I don’t, if you haven’t read it already, I have written a drabble of Jungkook’s first meeting with Y/n!! You can read it here if you haven’t read it already :D

[tj99er]

I'm sick and tired of social media, but I can't stop myself from logging in to Twitter and looking at toxic discourse. I still don't know what's wrong with me...

When it comes to curbing a social media obsession, will-power alone often isn't enough and there is nothing wrong with you for struggling with that.

As much as I love the internet and the social media found amongst it, most social media websites are intentionally designed to be addictive.

But IMO social media is still worth engaging with as long as the media that keeps you coming back is something that makes you happy.

But with Twitter in particular, I've noticed that, more and more, that is no longer the case. When it reaches that point, you should

0. Identify when it reaches the point of obsession. Of realizing that a hub of your free time has gone from something you enjoy engaging with to one that is involuntarily stealing your attention and making you unhappy.

When you do inevitably notice this, there are a number of steps you should take, either short term just to redirect your focus or long-term if you're committing to a full exitus like I have been.

1. Uninstall the app from your phone. No good can come from having the source of your problems in your pocket and 1 button press away. AT BARE MINIMUM remove the shortcut from your phone's background. It is more confrontational to delegate your primary Twitter access as something you can only see on your main computer.

At least there, any time you spend on Twitter is directly proportional to the time you could spend doing literally anything else. This should automatically make you care less about it since now competes with everything else you could possibly want/need to so and it can no longer permeate the between-spaces of your day as much.

If you're like me and the main reason you keep your Twitter account at all is to keep up with notifications...

1b. Stop ALL forms of non-essential posting INCLUDING RETWEETS of things you like. After being conditioned for years as the guy who retweets every Orin post he sees, this has been a slow unlearning process, but for every single post you make - even if it's just sharing someone else's art - is an open prompt that gives you more reason to return.

Copy a link and share it in a discord server if you MUST, but any time you open the website and see a number next to the notification tab, it is a validation that you have reason to keep coming back.

If limiting it to your main computer isn't enough...

2. Completely log out. You know what's even more confrontational than needing to already be in your recreational space? A big ass screen plastered with the website's branding that requires you to manually enter your information.

If your browser has your login info saved, remove that shit. Your mission is to make signing into your account as inconvenient as possible.

Doing this much has historically been enough to keep me away most of the time, but some people may need to go farther...

3. Change your password. Create a completely incomprehensible and string of characters and store it somewhere inconvenient, but in a place you will never lose it. This is where things can get a bit risky, but if you truly and utterly misplace your password, you got a recovery email and 2FA for a reason.

And if forcing yourself to jump through all of these hoops isn't enough, you may just have to face that it's time to

4. Delete your account. Look, if you are struggling to control yourself to a point where you can STILL notice your usage habits are out of your own control - even after jumping through every single one of these hoops - this is an extreme problem and the time for cautious self-created barriers is probably over.

If you truly and utterly can't fight off the urge to return to a platform that you can confidently recognize as being harmful to your well-being, then the only thing left to do is to give yourself nowhere to return to.

Take a day to archive any personal favorite posts or bookmarks, and wipe the slate clean. Twitter may very well continue existing but you can at least ensure your own space within it does not.

Just as your addiction can be fed by the press of a single button, so too can it be cut off. Social media is given value through the connections you make over it. Although you technically CAN just create a new account, it will never be the same as your old one and that gives way you less to return to.

[pinkandgoldensoul]

(Some) F1 drivers as guys I’ve met in high school

: ̗̀➛ Charles Leclerc - the fattest crush of my life. literally would turn red like a traffic light anytime I saw him enter the classroom and choke on my own saliva whenever he said hi to me. Not helpful, since he’s been my historical deskmate. I honestly don’t know how I survived sitting next to such a positive, fun, confident, trustworthy and shamelessly handsome guy. Brown hair, big green eyes either sparkling with childhood mischief or pure innocence, and the most athletic guy I’ve ever seen in real life (he’s a sportsman). Definitely had any girl lying at his feet - and he was extremely aware of it - but only cared about his girlfriend and never bragged about his charm. Humble af despite his family being quite wealthy and him being such a nice person. I’ve involuntarily been his point of reference for anything school-related and he’d blindly trust me, which always made my heart melt. He’s the type of guy you need to send a “let me just screenshot this so that I discuss it with my bff-lawyer before replying” text when you see a notification from him. And he’s also the one you look from afar, contemplating his senseless perfection. “I’m so lucky to live in the same historical and geological era” “I don’t know if I’m worthy of him” kind of vibe.

: ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz - a unique type of nerd. At the beginning he deliberately ignored me. Then he started slowly talking to me about things he really enjoyed and, seeing I was okay with it, he began showing me books he liked, getting all excited in passionate perorations, lending them to me and demanding I’d give him my piece of mind. Also bought and gifted me for Christmas  the copy of a novel he was reading ‘cause he thought I’d be interested (the weirdest and most awkward gift-receiving experience of my whole life. I’m not doing it again). Really liked to push all my buttons to see my reaction (but I ultimately gave him a lifetime lesson) and had a few banters. Don’t think we were really that compatible, he was too opinionated for me, but most of the times I enjoyed having conversations with him. Friendly jokes and benevolent banters with Charles; he’s been class representative for five years, once together with Max.

: ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen - the lonely, misunderstood genius. Didn’t give a crap about school and spent his free time riding motorbikes and getting hands dirty with engine oil. Everybody knew he was original (he had a lot of other hobbies and interests) and all my teachers always felt challenged by his way of thinking. Not afraid to speak up, at all. We’d never talked in five years, but during the dinner we had with all the professors before our finals, completely drunk, he sat next to me and started asking me things about my life. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, but I think he struggled following the conversation since I had to repeat myself at times (he didn’t even hear a tipsy friend of his calling his name twice. “UH?! What?!”). It’s one of the deepest conversations I’ve had in my life. I think in another life we would’ve been good friends, at least. Elected class representative and we still don’t know how but ngl, it didn’t feel that wrong because we’ve always known he’s got that… plus.

: ̗̀➛ Lewis Hamilton - the dreamer. Not very focused on studying, but chased his dream of becoming a dancer like crazy. He was insanely good - like, national level - and skipped a lot of school days to attend competitions. Pretty energetic, confident, mr brightside; always blasting music through his wireless speaker whenever we got out and vibing. If he knew you had a dream, a passion or a special hobby, he’d push you and encourage you as much as possible. Incredible motivator and coach. S t y l i s h     a s     h e c k . Could rock anything but chose to beat us all every single day. Really good friend of Charles. Actually chatted with everybody, but wasn’t really that close with a lot of people.

: ̗̀➛ Alex Albon - the surprising kid. A mediocre student throughout the years, but actually a math and physics enthusiast and genius. He started to show signs of his abilities only in the last year and a half. The only one actually knowing what he was doing with formulas lmaooo Surely wasted in the type of high school I was in* and he acknowledged making the wrong decision, but he didn’t know back at the time he liked physics that much. One of the most chilled out and laid back people I’ve met, really pleasant to talk to. Would often find ourselves in bad situations and look at each other as to say: “It’s a mess, but nothing I hadn’t expected to happen anyway”. The defeated-but-we-already-knew-when-we-started resigned duo. * we mainly studied humanities. We also had physics and chemistry classes, but there are other types of high school more “science” oriented, which would’ve been way more suitable for his skills. #badchoices

: ̗̀➛ Valtteri Bottas - i haven’t figured him out. Like, he was pretty basic and easy to talk to, but had so many hidden interests. Currently studying aerospace engineering. Part-time cosplayer. His instagram posts have descriptions we’re still trying to decipher. Sometimes perceived as a low-key genius, others acting like a fool. I honestly don’t know what to think of him, he just confused me a lot lol.

: ̗̀➛ Bonus: Mick Schumacher - first love. From another class, but the same high school. A bit reserved at first, but the ultimate sweetheart. Thoughtful, polite, calm, soft-spoken, kind, just- you get it. Awkward hugs, talking on a bench for three hours as a first “date” and arguing about who’s going to pay for breakfast (‘cause I couldn’t accept him being the one to pay, like, we were just friends). That was the first time I felt the need to shower someone with love without caring about being reciprocated, at all. I’ve been in the friendzone - voluntarily - for 3 years only to get to know from a shared friend that he had got together with a girl four months prior but didn’t want/ didn’t know how to tell me. To this day he doesn’t know a thing. Not in love with him anymore, but unknowingly gave me the best thing I’ve ever felt. 

[prodigal-explorer]

literally every time i get a discord notif my heart is exploding

i hate this i hate having to learn all these social rules and forgetting them and getting in trouble for every mistake

i get it i’m incompetent

but i’m so done with these environments where a mistake is a strike and three strikes you’re out. i’m so tired of having panic attacks every time i slip up. what happened to making a mistake, reversing the mistake as best you can, apologizing genuinely, and then moving on? why can’t that be a thing anymore??

i’m just so tired of being anxious all day over a mistake. it’s ruining my whole day. and the mistake was wholly my fault and i was stupid but i’m spending all day hating myself and waiting in suspense. it’s not sustainable.

honestly the only thing stopping me from deleting discord and leaving every single server right now is the commitments i made. i’m not leaving anyone hanging, but i seriously can’t fucking do this again. i’m just gonna stop fucking talking in these servers since i can’t stop screwing up and putting myself through HOURS of torment.

i don’t want to be afraid anymore, and i feel like discord has become such a fearful environment for me because everything always about rules and making sure there’s never any conflict ever.

i feel so lonely. and that’s why i turned to discord to begin with. i just want to have friends that understand how hard being a human is instead of punishing me super harshly for mistakes that i’m obviously sorry for. of course some mistakes are unforgivable and i’m not saying to excuse me from those. but i just want friends who aren’t holding their breaths and waiting for reasons to drop me. waiting for me to slip up. and i know most people aren’t like that. but i have to deal with those kinds of people a lot irl, and it’s SO HARD to read tone online so i just end up assuming it’s the same for online as well.

i always find myself groveling for every little thing i do wrong and it’s exhausting. i wish i didn’t care so much about what people think of me but i do.

i’m just stuck here in suspense waiting to hear if i got kicked out or not, or if everybody hates me or not. i’m SO TIRED OF THIS OH MY GOD. at this point i almost want to be kicked out so i don’t have to agonize over it anymore. the only thing keeping me from leaving is the fact that i made a commitment but jesus

i’m totally writing a vent fanfiction about this bruh 😭 you can’t tell me roman wouldn’t go through this spiral

[ckyunmoon]

Bossy

gif credits: @wo0dz

Summary: You're at a bar, drunk and alone and the brightest idea you come up with is texting your boss telling him he's attractive. Everything is absolutely normal.

Pairing: IM Changkyun x Reader

Warnings: Smut. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 5.5k 

A/N: I swear to God the beginning is not too good but I'm actually very proud of the smutty part. It's my first time writing explicit sex and I'm happy with the result, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as me.

I didn't proof-read it and English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake! 

Also posted on ao3. 

It’s Friday night and you’ve already lost count of how many drinks you’ve had. You came to the bar with some friends, but some of them went home and the ones that stayed here were doing their thing with someone else. Now you’re all alone, bored, drunk and not wanting to go home yet.

You make a decision that not one single person on earth would make if they were sober: text your boss. You had been working at a laboratory for seven years, three of which Changkyun had been your boss. Your previous boss was his dad, who had retired and left the company to him. Changkyun was always a quiet person around you, but you couldn’t help feeling attracted to his mysterious self, because apparently he only behaves like this around you, and that makes you feel uneasy for some reason.

Your drunk self thinks it’s a good move to text him at almost four in the morning flirting with him, thinking he’s going to be asleep and won’t see it until the morning when he wakes up. You take your phone out of your purse and start looking for his contact as fast as your drunkenness allows you to. When you find it you open the chat and start typing.

‘Helloooo Mr. Changkyunn, how you doin’?’ You press send before you can even think of the consequences this might have. You keep on sending messages, completely sure that he’s not going to read them now.

‘I’m bored, my friends left me alone at the bar and I have no one to talk to.’ Send.

‘Why are you so cold with me at work? Did I do something wrong?’ Send. 

‘I actually find it very attractive to be honest. The mysterious boy vibes, cool… I like it.’ Send. 

You let out a small giggle as a result of the idiotic messages that you don’t seem to completely realize you’re sending, and the alcohol, that too. You lock your phone and put it down before ordering another drink to the closest bartender; you realize it’s not going to be much fun if you’re the only one texting, so you give up on that. While you wait for your drink your phone’s screen turns on and you see that you have a new notification. You can feel that you’re getting as pale as a marshmallow. You close your eyes and open them again, with the hope that it was just your imagination, but it isn’t. He had replied, and it had taken him less than a minute to do so. 

‘Huh? Are you drunk?’ He replies. ‘Are you alone?’ 

You keep staring at the screen, too afraid to open the conversation and reply to him. Why was he so interested in you being alone and drunk? He had never cared about you, so why now?

‘First of all, I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy. And second of all, I’m not alone, there is this cute bartender keeping me company.’ You don’t know where or when you got the guts to talk to him like that, he’s literally your boss, but right now it doesn’t matter. 

He texts back only a couple of seconds later. ‘Where are you? Send me the address. I’ll have someone take you home.’ 

‘Sir, I don’t need anyone to take me home, I’m fine.’ 

‘Then why exactly are you texting me at four in the morning telling me your friends left you alone and that you find my, and I quote, vibes attractive?’ 

‘I thought it would be fun to have your attention for a minute.’ Where is this honesty coming from? 

‘You have my attention all the time, it’s not my problem you don’t notice.’ You scoff and roll your eyes. He doesn’t even look your way at work and he has the guts to say he always pays attention to me. As you don’t reply he insists once again. ‘Tell me where you are.’ 

‘I don’t want anyone to come and take me home.’ 

‘What if I go myself to get you?’ You stop for a second, thinking of the possibilities you have. ‘Answer me.’ He keeps demanding. 

‘You’re being too bossy.’ You reply, trying to avoid his question. 

‘And what about it? Answer me, you’re really testing my patience right now.’ 

You give up, knowing that he’s not going to drop the matter now. ‘Fine. I’m at the Secret Saloon.’ He reads the message but doesn’t reply, and after a few minutes of staring at your screen and not having an answer you just continue drinking and talking to the bartender when he’s not serving someone else. He’s making you laugh and keeps complimenting you, and for a moment you forget that Changkyun is probably on his way to pick you up, and certainly in a bad mood after you ruined his night with your stupidity. 

About half an hour of chatting with the bartender, he suddenly stops talking and frowns, looking behind you. Before you can ask him what’s wrong you feel an arm around your waist. ‘Hey.’ You look up next to you to find Changkyun looking at you with a half smile and all dressed up. He’s wearing glasses and some of his long black hair is styled in a small bun.   ‘Hi… You look… good.’ You manage to say. 

He offers you a bigger smile now and asks. ‘Shall we go?’ You nod and start searching for money inside your purse, that is now a mess of bills, lipsticks, sunglasses and keys. 

‘Yeah, let me just pay the bill and- what are you doing?’ You say. 

Changkyun takes out of his pocket a couple of bills and gives them to the bartender. ‘Keep the change, for keeping an eye on her.’ He gulps and nods at him, taking the money. You’re about to protest but Changkyun brings you closer to him and whispers to you. ‘Let’s go home.’ 

You get up from your seat and almost lose your balance, but he holds you tighter and closer to him, and all you can do is follow him outside, trying to keep your face hidden because you started turning red. He guides you outside towards his car, placing his hand on your back gently. Once you reach the car he opens the door for you and waits patiently until you get inside. Then he gets inside the car and fastens his seatbelt. He starts the car and while looking through the rearview he says ‘There’s water next to your seat, if you want some to sober up.’ 

You grab the bottle and take a good sip from it. ‘Thank you. And sorry for being so inconvenient, I’m sure you were busy… or something.’ 

‘It’s okay.’ He says, not taking his eyes off of the road. You let out a small sigh and look out the window. ‘Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s way closer and I’m kind of tired.’ He asks. 

‘Yeah… I- I guess it’s fine, I can crash on the couch or something.’ You say. 

‘Did you really mean what you said in those messages?’ He asks. You look at him, he has one hand on the wheel and the other arm is resting on the window. And he looks gorgeous. You keep staring at him, not even realizing you’re doing it until he looks back at you for one second before returning his gaze to the road. ‘And?’

‘Which… which one of them? I don’t remember what I said, to be honest.’ 

He smiles softly and gestures with his free hand. ‘You know, the finding me attractive thing.’

You gasp loudly and cover your face. ‘Oh God. I’m so sorry.’ 

‘Why? Would it be so bad for you to find me attractive?’ You uncover your face and look at him, and he has a serious expression on his face, one you’ve never seen before, not even at work when something was harder than expected or during meetings. 

‘No, that’s not what I meant.’ He stares at you for a second and then rests his head on his seat while he continues driving, not saying a word. ‘I’m being serious, I didn’t mean it like that. But you’re my boss, it wouldn’t be good for any of us, especially me.’  

He hums, still with that serious look on his face. ‘So you did mean it.’ 

‘Why are you so interested anyways? It’s not like you like me at all or anything. In fact, I think that you hate me for some reason.’ Now that was the alcohol speaking for you, again. 

He chuckles and nods. ‘Everyone likes being liked, I guess. And don’t assume my feelings for you, it’s unnerving. I wouldn’t have picked you up at 4am if I hated you, as you say.’ He parks the car in front of a house and turns off the engine, but doesn’t get out of the car. You look down at your lap, too ashamed to look at him in the face.

‘Sorry, I’ve really been fucking up all night I guess.’ You manage to look at him and he winks at you and smiles before getting out of the car. You stay inside for a couple of seconds, processing everything that’s happened up until now. You take a big breath, a sip of water and try to relax before getting out of the car and following him to the front door. 

Changkyun has his back against the wall and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He’s looking at you like he’s having fun. ‘You know, you don’t have to be so tense. I don’t bite.’ He moves towards the front door to unlock it, and the murmurs. ‘Unless you’re into that kind of stuff.’ 

You stop on your tracks and look at him with wide eyes. He’s now inside his home and is waiting for you to come in so he can close the door. ‘You can come in, you know?’ He says with a smirk on his face. You just look at him while walking inside the house. He closes the door behind you and locks it. The first thing you notice is the smell of roses in the air, and then the cleanliness. Every single piece of furniture seems to have its own spot and fits perfectly with the rest of the decorations. 

You don’t even notice he left the room until he comes back with a shirt and some sweatpants. ‘You can wear these to sleep, I assume wearing a dress while sleeping is not the most comfortable thing in the world.’ He says and extends his arms towards you to give you the clothes. 

‘Thanks.’ You say, still unable to look at him in the eyes. 

‘You can sleep on my bed. It’s the first door on the left, and it has its own bathroom.’ You look up and meet his eyes.

‘I said I’d sleep on the couch, I don’t want to cause more trouble than I already have.’ 

‘Well, my house my rules, so you sleep on my bed. Don’t even worry about it.’ He says.

‘Fine.’ You say and go into the bathroom to change your clothes. When you come out Changkyun is in front of his closet wearing only sweatpants. ‘Fuck, sorry.’ You turn around to look in a different direction, anywhere but his abs. He chuckles. ‘It’s fine.’ You turn back around and start walking to his bed, which is huge and looks comfortable as fuck. 

‘You know, I don’t really mind if you sleep here with me.’ He looks at you with one brow arched and a smirk. 

‘It’s because you’ve just seen me without a shirt on, isn’t it?’ You open your mouth to say something but nothing even comes to mind because all the blood in your body is now on your face making you blush like crazy. ‘You look cute when you blush, ya know?’ He says like it’s nothing.

‘Shut up! You know what? Go sleep on the couch, I retire what I said.’ You frown.

‘Too late now, sorry.’ He says, getting to his side of the bed and moving the sheets. He sits down and extends his legs on the mattress. You sigh and do the same thing. You wrap yourself with the sheets and lie on yourself, turning your back to him, too ashamed to look at him. You don’t even comprehend how you got into this situation and why he’s acting like that. ‘Goodnight.’ You say.

He scoffs and you can feel him getting comfortable and ready to sleep. You notice you are on the edge of the bed because you tried to get into bed looking as dignified as possible but you soon realize that you had drunk text your boss and that your dignity was nowhere to be found now, so you scoop closer to the center of the bed and unwillingly brush your body against his. 

You hear him take a deep breath and you shrink. ‘Sorry.’ You say. You feel him moving next to you and then he starts carefully moving the hair that’s between your neck and your shoulder, placing it on your back. 

‘Stop saying sorry for everything you do, it’s making it harder for me to control myself.’ He whispers close to your ear, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. You turn back to face him, but he’s much closer than you expected, and your lips are almost touching. He’s lying on his side, facing you. You look at his lips and then into his eyes. ‘Sorry.’ 

He brushes his tongue along his lips and says ‘What did I just tell you about saying sorry?’ You open your mouth to answer, but he closes the space between you two and kisses you. At first you don’t even return the kiss, too surprised to process what is happening, but then you give in, and kiss him back. He then moves his hand to your neck, and kisses you harder, pulling you closer to him. You let out a soft moan and he takes the chance to slip his tongue against yours, biting your lower lip in the process. You follow his rhythm and enjoy every second of the kiss. Then he pulls back, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily. You look at him and move your fingers to your lips, which are now swollen due to the kiss. 

‘I’m…’ You start saying. 

‘Don’t you dare saying you’re sorry or I swear to God.’ He says with a smirk. 

‘No. I- Did you just kiss me?’ His smile disappears and he raises an eyebrow.

‘Wow, you really are still drunk.’ He says, and then he lies on his back, creating some space between you two and avoiding looking at you. You sit up and move his chin to force him to look at you again. 

‘I’m not drunk anymore. I just don’t understand why you would kiss me.’ He sighs. 

‘Look, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a really long time, so shut up already and let me make up for the time I’ve lost thinking about it but not having the nerve to do it.’ Once again, he closes the gap between you two before you can say anything. This time he kisses you slowly, and you let him do as he wants, because you’ve wanted to do the same for some time now. You open your mouth, inviting him to enter, and he doesn’t waste any time and slides his tongue inside your mouth, playing with yours. You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the smell of roses he gives off. Trying to bring him closer to you, you push him softly against the mattress and sit on top of him, placing your hands on the sides of his face, while he brushes his fingers on your back and deepens the kiss. 

He sits up, not breaking the kiss and with you still sitting on his lap. He moves his hands under your (his) shirt and runs his hands on your back, trying to pull you closer once again, while you run your fingers through his dark long hair. You let out a soft moan and he smiles into the kiss. He breaks the kiss and starts leaving a trail of kisses all along your neck, making you let out a long breath. Your heart is racing and you’re starting to want more, and from the bulge you’re starting to feel getting bigger underneath your legs, you’d say he wants the same. 

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and looks at you. You’re on your knees, sitting on top of him and out of breath. ‘What? What is it? Do I have something on my face or something?’ He shakes his head and looks down. ‘What is it?’ 

He looks back at you and says. ‘Are you sure you want to do this? Not long ago you were not so sure.’ He looks really worried, he wants to make sure you want this as much as he does. You place your hands on his abs and bend down lightly before pressing kisses on his collarbone. When you feel him relaxing a bit you slowly start grinding against his sweatpants. He lets out a small moan and you go back to his lips, tasting him, running your fingers through his hair. He pulls away and starts taking off your shirt, and you raise your arms to help him. He tosses the shirt somewhere across the room and grabs your neck, bringing you closer to him and kissing your chest. ‘Lie on your back, now.’ He demands, and you quickly obey.

He gets on top of you and runs his tongue throughout your neck, then your chest and then your stomach, while you move your fingers through his hair. He stops right above the edge of the sweatpants and looks at you from there. He kisses the zone and goes back up to your lips. He moves his hands to your breasts and gently starts stroking them, moving towards the strap of your bra. He stops and looks at you, asking for permission with his eyes. You nod and smile in response, and he doesn’t waste a second before taking it off. Once again, he kisses your neck and continues going down, this time stopping to suck on one of your nipples, while caressing the other one. You start feeling hot and your heart is racing, you don’t think you can wait anymore. ‘Please.’ You beg. ‘Please, Changkyun.’ 

He has a satisfied look on his face, almost as if he was waiting for you to beg him. ‘I can’t hear you, baby. You need to speak louder so I can listen.’ 

‘I said please. I need you. Please.’ You’re panting, and he seems to be having fun. 

‘If you ask so nicely…’ He says, before he starts removing the rest of your clothes. He throws them again somewhere. ‘Spread your legs for me, baby.’ He says, and starts running his fingers in circular motions, touching your clit. ‘So wet for me already?’ You let out a loud moan, before covering your mouth for being too loud. ‘Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you.’ Before you can protest he goes down on you again, this time using his tongue. You let out all the curses you can think of and grab his hair to pull him closer to your center. 

‘Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!’ You cry, as he inserts one digit inside you while he’s still eating you out. ‘Please, I need more. Please.’ He pulls away and wipes his lips with one finger. 

‘Open your mouth for me, darling.’ He says, and you open your mouth to let him introduce the finger he just used to wipe his lips inside your mouth and run your tongue around it. ‘Such an obedient girl…’ He says. Then he removes the clothes he’s still wearing and goes back to your neck, placing one kiss after another. ‘Mine.’ He kisses your neck right behind your ear. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your jaw. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your neck. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your collarbone. He gets in position right on top of you and while he’s kissing you, he slides himself slowly inside of you. You curse, you moan and gasp. He stops moving and looks at you. 

‘Are you okay?’ He asks. You nod while closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. ‘I just need a minute to adjust.’ You say. He says nothing and goes back to kissing you deeply, tongues slipping and biting your lower lip. You let out a breath and whisper. ‘Okay. You can go.’ He takes it slowly, going in and out in slow movements, but speeding up as time goes by. You moan and cover your mouth again, but this time Changkyun grabs both your wrists and puts them on the pillow, above your head. ‘I said. Let. Me. Hear. You.’ He then starts thrusting you a bit faster, deeper. And you can’t hold your moans anymore. 

‘Harder, please, Changkyun, please. I’m close.’ He increases the speed and your moans keep getting louder and louder. He is groaning loudly, still holding your wrists. ‘What do you need, baby? Talk to me.’ 

‘I need more. Please.’ You wrap your legs around his waist to help him go deeper in you, and he moans softly against your skin. ‘Fuck.’ He lets out. ‘Please, I’m close, Changkyun.’ He takes a deep breath and thrusts you harder. As you can feel yourself getting closer he starts kissing your jaw and your neck, moaning softly against your ear. You scratch his back as you cum for him, moaning loudly and calling his name. He follows you and he cums inside you while running his lips softly against your skin. You both stay there for a couple of seconds, panting and sweating. He slides out and lies on his back next to you, finally letting go of your wrists, both of your hearts racing. You turn on your side and look at him. His hair is all wet due to the sweating and his chest is rapidly going up and down while he breathes through his mouth. He swallows and opens his mouth again to take a breath once more. 

When you’ve both recovered your breath he turns to look at you. He smiles and brings you closer to him, you hide your face on his chest and he places a kiss on your head. Before any of you can even say a word you both fall asleep, holding each other in your arms and breathing peacefully. 

                                                     ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹

When you wake up the next morning you shift in your place, you can feel your head spinning before opening your eyes. You’re lying on your side and you feel the skin from Changkyun’s chest against your back. His arms are wrapped around you and he’s moving his chest slowly, relaxed and you figure that he’s still sleeping. You try to move so you can be face to face to him, but when you try to, he tightens his grip and groans, burying his face on your hair. 

‘Stay with me like this.’ He says, with his raspy morning voice, one you’d never heard before but that you loved now. ‘I just wanted to be face to face with you.’ You say, murmuring. 

‘No.’ He says, not moving his head from your hair. You smile and hold one of his hands, bringing it closer to your mouth to plant a kiss on it. He moves his arms across your chest and places it on your shoulder, bringing you even closer to him. You breathe in, taking in his sweet smell. ‘I like your smell.’ You whisper. 

‘I like you.’ He replies. Your whole body tenses, and he stops holding you so tightly and moves back his head to look at you. You move your head in his direction. 

‘Wait, you like me?’ You ask genuinely. He looks back at you with disbelief. 

‘You really think I fuck anyone, no matter if I like them or not?’ He says. You can tell he’s not angry at you, just disappointed. You start blushing and turn around so your body is facing him. ‘I mean, I can demonstrate to you again that I like you, maybe that’ll convince you?’ He smirks and you blush even more. 

You let out a nervous laugh. ‘You’re such an idiot.’  Suddenly he gently takes your chin and pulls you closer, connecting his lips with yours, running his tongue through your lips, asking for more, and you give it to him and open your mouth, deepening the kiss. You take your hand to his jaw, caressing his skin while kissing. Soon, things start getting heated and you end up touching, scratching and biting each other’s body.

He moves one hand to your ass, grabbing and slapping. Moving his lips to kiss your chin, then your jaw and neck. You start letting out soft moans and he grabs your ass harder. You move your hand to his stomach, scratching him while enjoying the kisses he’s leaving on your neck and chest. You take his wrist and move it to your core, asking for more without using words. ‘You know? You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are by me.’ He says, smiling cockily. 

‘I’m not even trying to hide it, asshole.’ You say before kissing him again. He moves his hand towards your knee, making you spread your legs for him and inserting his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan. 

‘I love hearing you moaning for me, baby.’ He starts moving his fingers faster, deeper. And your legs start shaking from pleasure. 

‘Look at you, I just started and you’re already shaking.’ You moan, unable to articulate any other type of answer, and he continues sliding his fingers inside you. 

At some point he goes down on you, using his tongue to give you more pleasure. You move your hands to his hair, pulling it and bringing his mouth close to your clit. He goes on for a couple of minutes, enjoying every second of it and every moan and curse that comes out of your mouth. 

‘Please. Don’t stop. I’m close.’ You say in between heavy breaths. And he obeys, making you cum loudly while you trap his face between your legs. ‘Fuck.’ You say when you look at him, his lips wet from eating you out. He licks his lips and moves closer to you, kissing you, both of your tongues pressing each other’s. You break the kiss, panting and look at him.

‘I- I want to please you too.’ You say, a little shy. He kisses you harshly, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing you down the mattress. He bites your lower lip a little too roughly and you let out a small complaint. You use your free hand to wrap his cock around your fingers and start moving your wrist up and down slowly, to which he responds with a moan against your lips, resting his forehead on yours and breathing heavily. You take it as a sign to keep going and increase the speed of your wrist. He throws his head back, moaning louder and louder. Suddenly he stops you, grabbing your wrist. 

‘Get on your knees. Now.’ He orders. You smile.

‘I thought you’d never ask.’ You say, getting out of the bed and getting on your knees, looking up to him. He sits in front of you.

‘Open your mouth for me, baby.’ He says, and you obey quickly. You don’t waste time and wrap your mouth around his cock, moving your tongue too. ‘You’re such an obedient girl…’ He says. He pulls himself deeper inside your mouth, intertwining his hands with your hair.

‘God damn it. Keep going.’ He says. You do as he says, moving your tongue around his tip. He moans and throws his head back. ‘Fuck, fuck!.’ He lets out. ‘I’m close, babe.’ He says, looking down on you and sliding his tongue on his lips. ‘Want me to pull out?’ He asks, out of breath. 

You look at him, raise your index finger and move it side to side. No. He lets out a groan and throws his head back again. You slide his cock in and out of your mouth, faster each time, working with your tongue too. He pulls your hair harder and moans, his chest going up and down quickly. 

‘Fuck.’ He says, ‘fuck, I’m-’ He says, and before he finishes the sentence he cums inside your mouth and his warm sperm fills your mouth. You take his cock out of your mouth, making a pop sound. You look directly into his eyes and swallow. 

‘God, I didn't think you had it in you.’ He says, pulling you up from the floor and pulling you to him, falling on the bed on top of him. He kisses you, then your neck. He runs his fingers on your back. 

You pull back and say. ‘Get on your back, I want to ride you.’

‘You really wanna go again?’ He says, raising an eyebrow and laying on the bed. 

‘I haven’t had enough of you yet.’ You say, before getting on top of him and kissing his jaw. His cock is in between your legs and you start grinding on him, causing him to groan loudly and grasp the sheets. 

You decide to have some fun and keep teasing him, not giving him what he wants. ‘Stop with the teasing or I swear to God-’ You interrupt him, kissing him fiercely, biting his lip, playing with his tongue, and he follows. You take the chance to take his cock and slide it completely inside of you, making you both moan against each other’s mouths. ‘Oh, fuck- that feels so good.’ He moans. You slowly increase the pace and he places his hands on your waist, pulling himself deeper, getting exactly to the spot you love. 

‘God.’ You say, riding him. 

‘You look so good from down here, babe. Keep going, come on.’ You continue increasing your speed and he grabs you harder. ‘Good girl, keep going, I know you can give it to me again.’ 

You bend down to kiss him, not slowing down, and he runs his fingers on your back while thrusting you. ‘I’m close, Kyun. Make me cum again, please.’ You say, hiding your face on the crook of his neck. 

He wraps his arms around you firmly and in one single movement he’s on top of you and you’re laying on your back, he keeps thrusting you harder this time. He licks his fingers and places them on your clit, massaging it. You let out a gasp and grasp the sheets, feeling all the pleasure coming up from your feet to your head. He wraps his hands around your neck softly and thrusts you deeper, but slower. 

You are on the edge, panting, sweating and with your heart racing, but it takes one more push for you to cum, crying out his name, while he keeps going, kissing your chest and your stomach. You take his face in your hands and kiss him, slowly, deeply, enjoying the kiss, the euphoria and the feeling he gives you. Then he increases his pace a little bit and you wrap your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper in you, trying to help him finish again. 

It doesn’t take him long to cum again inside of you, moaning softly against your neck. He stays still for a couple of seconds, recovering his breath, and you move the hair that’s on his forehead and look at him in the eyes. He lets out a small laugh and says, ‘You did so good, babygirl.’ He then slides out of you and lets himself fall next to you, with his chest going up and down rapidly, just like yours. 

You’re both sweating and the sheets are completely soaked. You let out a sigh and sit up, removing your hair from your face. Changkyun gets up quickly and offers you his hand. ‘Come with me, let’s get you showered. Then we can go out to eat something.’ He says, smiling at you. You take his hand and he walks towards the bathroom and starts running the water. 

While you wait for the water to get warm he takes your face and pulls you in a kiss, sweet, deep and soft. You smile into the kiss, enjoying every second of it. He breaks the kiss and checks the water temperature, he looks at you and invites you in with him. ‘Come on in, babe.’ He says. You follow him, taking his hand so you don’t slip. He starts pouring water on your hair and your face, while you run your fingers through your hair and wash your face. When you open your eyes he’s looking at you with a soft and lovely smile on his face. ‘What?’ You say smiling back and blushing.

‘Nothing. You just look cute when you blush.’ 

‘Oh, shut up…’ You say, laughing and pulling him into a kiss while the water keeps falling on both of you. 

[moemammon]

Could I request HC of MC falling asleep on the brothers and someone asks them to do something but they don’t want to move bc of MC🥺 kinda like how it’s illegal to move if an animal is asleep on you🥺💕 thank you!

I'm soft for stuff like this tbh

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC falling asleep on them

Lucifer

Lucifer has found that he works best when you're near him. Something about your presence calms his old soul. So it's become a habit that he has you near while he's going through paperwork, always touching you in some fashion.

Today, you were resting your head against his shoulder in the late afternoon, the warmth of his body and the sound of his pen scribbling on paper lulling you into a sense of peace and sleepiness.

He looked over after noticing the added weight against his side, and found you'd drifted off to sleep. And man.... this man realizes just how soft he is for you. Like, can you BE any cuter??? You're gonna kill him.

He feels a warmth swell up in his chest, not only from his affection for you, he the way you seem so peaceful sleeping against him like that. The fact that you feel secure with him, while others only seem to fear him, makes his heart fill to the brim.

But now he can't move, or you'll wake up. And to make matters worse, he just heard a loud ass crash in the hall right outside, and the sound of Mammon cursing under his breath. MAMMOOONNNNN-

As much as it pains him, he doesn't have the strength to get up while you look so content and secure sleeping against him like this. Besides, he can always kill punish Mammon later. He’d just text Beel to string him up from the ceiling until then.

Mammon

It's not unusual for the two of you to chill on the couch together, and he doesn't even care that you're all over him. Actually, he's probably the one that pulled you into such a position.

You're laying on his chest, and he's got his arms around you while he plays around on his phone. And that's when he notices the tiniest of snores coming from you. He looks down and sees that you've fallen asleep.

FUCK does that make him wanna scream. His heart is so full of love that he's literally trembling. You were so.. sO CUTE. IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. HE LOVES YOU, DAMN IT.

But then he gets a text from Lucifer, asking him to go back to RAD to fetch some documents. Why'd he have to be his errand boy all the time? Why not Satan??

Mammon is no stranger to Lucifer's wrath though, so now he has a strong need to get you off of him, yet an equally strong need to hold you close.

Especially when you mumble something that sounded vaguely like his name in your sleep. Maybe... it’d be fine to let you rest a little longer? It's not like those lousy papers were going anywhere, right?

Levi

You????? Felt comfortable enough to sleep on him?????? In the middle of a movie he put on????

There's practically steam coming out of his ears. He's short circuiting. He's going to die and it's all your fault. WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE YOURE JUST SLEEPING ON HIS ARM AND YET THE MOE IS TOO STRONG-

Seriously though, he's so red up to his ears that you'd think he might die. The only thing that keeps him from death is that you aren't awake to look at him. He was safe!

But then a notification pops up on his D.D.D, and he suddenly remembers he’s got a tournament to compete in with a couple of online friends! He promised them!!!

Maybe... he'll wake you up? No no no, he'd really die if that happened! You can't wake up yet!! But the game-! The dungeon run-!! The loot!!! What can he do?! There's no way he can ruin this 'straight-out-of-an-anime' moment!!!

Levi's never been one to miss a chance to game, so why was he so conflicted?! Now he was thinking that maybe he could just reschedule the match? Besides, when was the next time he might get to see your sleeping face so close to his own? He wonders if he could sneak in a picture or two...

Satan

Satan's entire room, albeit cluttered, has a cozy vibe. Just the way he likes, as a man who prefers to keep calm and indulge in the wonders of books. And he's invited you over to indulge with him, per usual

Though he'll admit it IS a little late, so he understands that you're sleepy. It doesn't even surprise him when you slump against his arm from your position next to him, the book on your lap sliding to the ground.

As much as it pains him to see the book fall like that, he quickly realizes he can't bend down to grab it, or you'll wake up.

And he hasn't had a chance to really look closely at your sleeping expression, so he has to get his priorities in order. He could get that boom later, anyway.

He laughs at you, and how easily you've fallen asleep. Why didn't you just tell him you were tired? He’d walk you back to your room so you could sleep. Yet you wanted to spend time with him so badly that you pushed through?

He closes his book and leans his head against yours with a soft sigh. Peaceful days like this were all he could ever ask for. He wished he had a spell to preserve this moment forever.

Asmo

Helloooo? Are you even listening anymore?? He was in the middle of telling you about the time Beel ate his entire collection of bath bombs, and you fell asleep right on his lap!

Probably because he was making you lay there while he dabbed products onto your face. "This one is a great toner. Doesn't it smell good? And this moisturizer here is sooo creamy!"

He can't help but notice how peaceful you look laying there, fast asleep. He could just eat you up! Catch him leaning in to kiss you a million times, wondering if you'll wake up.

He's gotta put that kissing on hold when he realizes he has a photo shoot to get to in an hour! He'd need every single minute to get himself ready of course, so he needed to start now. The only problem was... you. On his lap.

He can't get up or he’d be cruelly abandoning his precious MC! And there was no way he’d be that heartless. But that photo shoot was pretty important... How else would he give the devildom its dose of his gorgeous face???

Cue Satan coming in and finding Asmo doing his skin care on his bed, straining to see his reflection in the far away vanity mirror... all so he wouldn't disturb a hair on your adorable little head.

Beel

Beel had asked if you'd lay on his back for extra weight while he did his planks, but he never expected you to fall asleep there. Belphie does the same thing sometimes, so he's no stranger to having to stay still for someone else's sake.

The warmth of your form draped over his back makes him smile, and he wonders if you're cozy laying like that. Wasn't his back kind of hard?

He was fine with waiting until you woke up, since being stuck in a plank for an unknown amount of time would be a great workout, what wasn't so great was the gnawing of hunger slowly starting to creep up on him.

Beel was hungry. Starving, even. And he was stuck because you fell asleep on him. He tried muttering a soft "MC, wake up" as a means to gently wake you, but when you didn't budge, he wondered if he might die like this.

The longer he waited, the more his hunger built. It was five minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty, and then- he lost it.

You wake up to being suddenly dumped onto the cold floor, and you only catch a glimpse of the avatar of gluttony rushing off to empty the fridge of its contents.

He'll apologize when he's full, okay? He promises he loves you, but his hunger is no joke. Promises to treat you to Madam Scream's later as an apology.

Belphie

Not unexpected that you'd fall asleep while in Belphie's care. He had a knack for that sort of thing, bringing the air around him to a sleepy halt and making your eyes heavy with that smooth voice of his.

You were listening to him talk about the old days, when he and Beel would sneak away from their brothers to have their own adventures. Then the next thing you knew, you were drifting off to sleep.

Belphie immediately noticed when your head leaned against his hand; he’d been toying around with your hair and occasionally stroking your cheeks. This was one of those moments he didn't feel like bullying you, after all.

But now he kind of does. You were so innocent, and so vulnerable right now! He could tickle you awake at any moment and you wouldn't be able to stop him at all... Though he doesn't.

He instead looks up when the door opens and Beel pops into the bedroom to ask if Belphie can help him find his jacket. There's no way he’d deny his brother, sooo sorry mc. He hesitates for two seconds, but he's leaving you.

Belphie is a sleep expert, and that includes his mastery of the art of not waking people up, so somehow he's managed to carefully maneuver around you so you're still fast asleep.

Leaves you with a little kiss and tucks you into his bed. He'll come tickle you to death later 💕

[egcdeath]

finders keepers

summary: did captain america just steal your cat?

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, strangers to lovers

author’s note: it’s been way too long since i wrote some pure, self indulgent fluff. this has been quite the refreshing experience for me but i think it’s back to our regularly scheduled program after this ;)

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Miso had an air of arrogance that you admired. She took the world by its kitty balls, doing whatever she pleased whenever she pleased. Your cat left the apartment for sometimes days at a time, and frequently led male cats to your door. To you, your cat was more like a roommate than a pet, hogging up most of your bed, standing on the counter while you attempted to make food for yourself, and leaving most areas dirtier than she originally found it. 

Okay, maybe you were personifying your cat a little too much. But after moving out to D.C., you were unspeakably lonely. Most days, it felt like Miso was all you had, and that you were all Miso had (save for her army of cat boyfriends). 

This made things all the more concerning for you when you’d realized that you hadn’t seen your cat companion in five days. Five whole days without the comforting vibration of her purr, her ungodly hours of wakeup calls demanding to be played with, or pet. The cherry on top was that the cat food outside your door appeared to be completely untouched.

In your frenzied realization of your missing cat, your mind raced with a thousand different terrible situations your dear Miso could’ve found herself in. You frantically clicked through pictures of her on an online album and attempted to find a photo that would capture her white fur with large blobs of auburn, and her vibrant blue eyes to put on your ‘MISSING’ sign. The longer you clicked, the more that you began to worry that she had been caught and kidnapped by some terrible person with bad intentions. 

You finally threw together the poster, sending it to your phone so that you could print it off at the OfficeMax down the street. Luckily for you, you didn’t make it that far, as the moment you began to lock the closed door of your apartment, you saw the unmistakable figure of your cat. 

In the arms of your neighbor.

Now, you’d never met Steve. He was an Avenger, Captain America to be exact, and you were just… you. You’d convinced yourself that attempting to introduce yourself to him would ultimately end in failure, and an embarrassing one at that. Maybe he’d scoff and walk away, or call Tony Stark in front of you and tell him about the crazy woman he just encountered. 

But none of that mattered. Captain America was stealing your fucking cat. 

“Excuse me, sir?” You asked, stepping away from your door and approaching the Greek God of a man to the right of you. 

“Oh, hey! We must be n-“

“You have my cat,” you said bluntly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve seemed to do a double take

“My cat, y’know, the feline in your arms.”

“Well, maybe we just have similar looking cats. This is Arabella.”

You nearly scoffed at this, shaking your head. First, Captain America kidnapped your cat, and now he’s trying to convince you that it’s not your cat? Yeah, you’d know Miso from a mile away. And what kind of name is Arabella?

“Arabella is a great name for her,” Steve retorted, pulling the cat closer to his chest. Shit, did you say that out loud?

“Well I think it’s time for Miso to come back home,” the cat’s ears perked at this, and she glanced over at you. The sight of you made her wiggle and hop out of Steve’s tight embrace, landing on her feet and trotting over to you. The damn cat rubbed her face against your calf and purred as if she hadn’t been cheating on you for long enough to have gained a new name.

You squatted down and rubbed the back of your hand against her cheek, and shook your head at your pet, “you’re getting put on probation, young lady.” 

She didn’t seem to mind, pacing back and forth around you. You glanced up and saw Steve with a rather neutral expression on his face, as if he was masking whatever it was that he was feeling.

“I’m sorry about that, ma’am. Uh, maybe I’ll see you both around sometime,” disappointment coated his every word before he opened up his apartment door and promptly closed it behind him. 

You were surprised at how quickly he conceded, but you weren’t particularly mad about it either. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you never got your Miso back.

——

A whole day later, you’d been in your apartment typing up an email when a soft rapping at your door got your attention.

“Just a second!” you called, hopping up and hurrying to the door. When you opened it, Steve was standing in front of you, waiting with an oversized box in his hands.

“These are some of Ar- Miso?” he trailed off, waiting for you to confirm the name, and you gave him a tiny nod. “These are some of Miso’s toys. I just figured if she’s not staying at my place anymore…”

As if on cue, Miso strolled up to the door, and stretched her arms up on Steve’s leg, begging to be picked up. The man glanced at you for approval, and you gave a dismissive shrug before he set down the box, and held up the cat.

Steve frowned as he held her, and frankly, it pulled on your heart strings. You had to remind yourself that this man had been holding your cat captive for at least a week, and at most… who knows. 

She clearly had a connection with him, and that was what intrigued you most. Miso was a very picky cat, and it was only occasionally that she found someone that she genuinely liked, let alone wanted to be picked up by. If you continued to watch the display of affection in front of you, you might just cave.

“Uh, I left something in the oven for a little too long, so I should probably go get that. Thanks for stopping by.”

Steve nodded, understanding that it was time for him to exit.

——

You should’ve seen this coming the minute Miso was back in your home. You stepped out of the shower one morning to find your front door slightly ajar, and your animal nowhere to be found. 

You huffed, frustrated that just three days after you told yourself that your cat was completely indoor from that point on, she had escaped. She could literally be anywhere at this point.

In a whirlwind, you threw on a sweatshirt and pants, ready to go print out the missing posters that you had designed just a few days ago. As you slipped on sneakers, you realized something very crucial. She might just be at Steve’s place.

You groaned aloud, rubbing your temple as you thought of how difficult your cat was being. You were becoming a bit nervous to approach Steve, you hadn’t gotten off to the greatest start, and if your cat wasn’t there, things might just be awkward.

Regardless, you knew you needed to try, so you exited your own home, and knocked on the door of Steve’s.

A few moments later, he appeared with your cat in tow. 

“Hey!” he paused and trailed off, “I never got your name before.”

“That’s what you care about right now?” you glanced down at your animal. “It’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Hi, Y/N. Miso and I were just enjoying breakfast, if you’d like to join us?”

Was Steve shooting his shot? 

“I appreciate your offer, but I think I’m alright. I have to get back to work, and my cat is still in your custody,” your eyes flickered down to the animal who stood proudly by his side. 

“Maybe some other time,” he shrugged. “You work from home?”

You nodded, then squatted down to get eye level with your cat. 

“I’m jealous,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you now. Bye Miso, see you around, Y/N.”

You picked up your cat, who briefly dug her nails into the ground in resistance before submitting to her capture. As you brought her back home, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice.

——

Ever since you’d discovered Miso, or Arabella’s secret life, it’s like you couldn’t stop noticing her connection to Steve. 

Some days, she’d be gone until the dead of night, when she’d meow and paw at your front door until you woke up. Other times she’d be laying in bed with you, and she smelled distinctly of your neighbor. Your cat had single handedly turned a stranger into a thoroughly integrated part of your life.

It was as if Miso was now your child, and Steve your ex-husband in a Cold War style custody battle, where Miso seemed to prefer her father. It was slightly disheartening. At the very least, you knew she was in good hands. 

You held a throw pillow to your chest while you watched a rerun of a sitcom on your television, procrastinating in your work for as long as you possibly could. The sound of a knock on your door pulled you from your trance, and as you peeked through the peephole of your door, you saw a slightly distorted Steve.

Opening up the door, you gave him just the faintest hint of a smile, “what’s up, neighbor? Need me to grab you some treats for Arabella, or something?”

“Kinda the opposite,” he gestured with his head down to the cat squirming in his hands. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for the next week or so. I just wanted to let you know that if Miso gets out, she’s not with me.” 

Steve set her down on your carpet, and she happily collapsed at your feet, “keep her safe for me, alright?” 

——

You took a deep breath as you approached his door, hoping he hadn’t left just yet. You fiddled with the sticky note containing your number, and polaroid photo of your cat in your hand, considering turning around and scrapping the idea all together. 

It was silly to think that an Avenger would ever bother reaching out to you. You were probably overstepping anyway. Steve would think you were a freak and take full custody of your beloved Miso once and for all. 

Going against your better judgment, you set down the polaroid-note combo and quickly slid it under Steve’s door. Whatever happened happened.

The next morning, you were pleased to receive a notification from an unknown number. 

Send Miso pics?

You were more than happy to oblige. 

——

Over the course of Steve’s week-long mission, you’d sent several pictures and videos of your cat doing random things. Trying to get on the table, sleeping on top of your dryer, and even playing with one of the toys Steve provided.

Surprisingly, Steve wasn’t as dry of a texter as you thought he’d be. He was eating up all of the Miso content, and would occasionally even ask for you to send more photos. 

The final night of his mission, you were surprised when you received a FaceTime request, at first writing it off as a technical error (he was from a different time period, after all), but the follow up call demonstrated his intentions.

You cautiously picked up, the knot in your stomach growing as you did so, “hello?”

“Hi!” Steve greeted optimistically, the phone just a bit too close to his face. “Any Miso sightings?”

“Yeah, she’s actually sleeping on my foot right now,” you chuckled, flipping the camera so you could show her off in your dim, lamp-lit bedroom. 

“So cute,” he hummed, “how have you been?”

“Me?” you laughed quietly, “I’m not the one on a top secret mission in god-knows-where. But I’ve been fine. How are you?”

“Honestly? I’m pretty tired. Kinda can’t wait to get home and see you and Miso,” he said in a quieter voice. 

Your brain stalled out for a second. Steve was excited to see you? You hoped that you were reading this the right way, as you were more than willing to go with whatever it was that Steve was putting down.

“We’ll be expecting an immediate visit from you, then. I’ll let Miso know that she needs to start kneading a bread loaf for you as soon as possible. Any idea of what time you’re getting into D.C.?” 

“Probably late morning, but it really depends on when Natasha gets up.”

You had a moment where you realized that you were talking to a real life superhero, and he had just referenced his friend… who was also a superhero. You paused for a second. 

“Y/N? Hey, you still here?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I just zoned out for a sec. Well, you better get here safe or else someone is going to be very annoyed with you.”

Steve laughed softly across the line, and you adjusted yourself in bed, yawning softly.

“I’m sorry, I forgot how late it is over there,” Steve apologized.

“Don’t worry, I was up anyway. One of Miso’s boyfriends is pretty upset that he can’t come in here and spend the night with her.”

“Which one?”

“I think that grey one. I don’t really know what his voice sounds like, but she’s been leading him on lately,” you responded, eliciting a laugh from both you and Steve. 

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I don’t need you snoozing while I come to visit our girl.”

“You are something else, Steve Rogers,” you said fondly, adjusting your phone one last time as you hugged a pillow. “I’ll get to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You hung up, and cuddled into your pillow with a sigh. Calling your dreams that night sweet was an understatement. 

——

You seemed to be Steve’s first stop after his mission, stopping at your door with his duffel bag still attached to his arm, and wearing a slightly dirty and much too small white t-shirt.

Expecting his presence, you quickly got the door and gave him a toothy grin. 

“It’s so good to see your face without a screen,” Steve commented. Internally, you swooned. 

“I could say the same for you, Steve.”

Miso had been summoned by the sound of Steve’s voice, practically sprinting to the door and meowing at him on the top of her lungs. 

“Miso really appreciates you coming here to see her first,” you added as he lifted her up and quietly cooed into her wrinkly head. “Feel free to take her for the next few days. I’m sure she’s getting tired of me.”

Steve shook his head at you, and grinned, “that’s so sweet of you,” he briefly looked down at his wristwatch, and his brows raised.

“Shit. I have to go, but I promise to see you soon. I’m glad to see that everything is well. Take care, Y/N,” Steve began making his way back to his own apartment, and you watched him with the semblance of a frown. 

You really needed to stop longing for the unobtainable. 

——

You hadn’t heard from Steve in a few days following his return, and your brief interaction with him. Part of you wondered if he was avoiding you for some  reason. 

Your phone lit up the room as it went off, and you grabbed it to look at the notification you received.

A picture of Steve grinning with Miso sitting on his chest looked back at you with a simple message connected to it.

Wanna come over? :D