#i got bored with the little label in the corner and thought it looked ugly sorry. at least i'm staying consistent with the square format

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Ultratober day 15-16: most hated character

I don't really hate any *character* so this was kind of a hard prompt to think about, but gameplay wise? I definetely have an enemy I absolutely don't like seeing above any other

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chapter: five ( 4.7k ) rating: mature (death, past abuse, eventual smut) genre: mystery | romance | hurt/comfort tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly summary: when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is. << first < previous | next > last >>

The grocery store was a mess of color and light. You swore you’d never seen so much food in one place. 

Back when your mom had been alive, you’d never really gone to traditional grocery stores. You’d always just visited markets where your mom knew the vendors and could talk down their prices on ugly produce and day old bread. After she’d died, you’d eaten whatever the staff in the group home had provided, then whatever you could scrounge up from convenience stores. Most of the time since you’d aged out of social services, you survived off the free rice and kimchi available in your goshiwon. 

Occasionally, you’d eat at work with your free staff meal, but you tried to avoid it. You knew the sight of you wolfing down ramyeon and cold kimbap as fast as you could made Jiah worry. If she ever saw you looking too haggard, she’d try to slip some home made meals to the front desk of your goshiwon when you weren’t looking and that was as embarrassing as it was helpful. 

For as long as you could remember, the question of where your next meal was coming from had hung over your head like a dark cloud. It didn’t seem like that was going to be a problem any longer. 

Aisle after aisle stretched out before you, blindingly bright. It looked like an amusement park. You were finding it hard to stop staring. You reached out in a haze and picked up the juiciest apple you’d ever seen. Sure, you sold them all the time at Quickstop, but they’d always been dull and just the slightest bit bruised. This one was perfect: fire engine red and still wet from the mister. It was cold and heavy in your hands. You almost felt like crying.

“You good?” Yoongi is beside you, leaning over on the shopping cart, his chin in his hand. He looks dreadfully bored. 

“Yeah,” you tell him, setting the apple gently back in its place. “Yeah; just got distracted for a second.” You give a single tug on the front of the basket to move him along, and he follows, shuffling against the bright white linoleum. 

“Why aren’t you getting that?” He calls, just before you can round the corner into the dry goods aisle. You turn and look at him over your shoulder, confusion slightly furrowing your brow. “Don’t you want it?”

Your eyes flick from his face back to the glittering heap of fruit. You gnaw at your lip. “...They’re 6,000 won a kilo.”

Yoongi purses his lips. “That’s not what I asked you.” 

“I don’t need them,” you huff, trying to stave off the beginnings of another argument. “There’s more important things...like you three and getting you clothes and better furniture and-” Before you get the chance to finish, the gray haired man has ducked back around the corner. He returns with two three kilo bags of apples and dumps them unceremoniously into the cart. 

He looks up at you, brows raised and his eyes daring you to say something. All you do is sigh. “Yoongi-”

“Jimin likes apples.” He says, before you can get a word in edgewise. “They’re for him.” You can’t argue with that. He pushes the basket forward and you two drift down the next aisle. 

There’s a question resting on the tip of your tongue and as you compare brands of rice, you spit it out. “So...what do you guys eat? I read an article that said to mainly feed cat hybrids fish, but...”

“But we’re not house cats.” He finishes, flipping over a box of cereal to read the back. His nose wrinkles at something he finds and he slides it back onto the shelf. It’s cute, you think- or would be if you couldn’t see the tips of his razor sharp incisors poking out when his lip curled up. Yoongi senses your gaze and looks over at you. You look away quickly and make yourself busy reading a label. “We can eat pretty much anything you’d eat. Not too much processed shit or we’ll get sick. Whole foods are better.”

You nod, making a mental note to forego sodas and chips. “And when you’re shifted?”

He shakes his head. “We don’t really eat when we’re shifted down unless we plan on staying there for a long time.” 

You choose a 10 kilo bag of rice, tug it out from the shelf with a little grunt and plop it onto the basket’s bottom shelf. That was good, you supposed. You were worried you were gonna have to watch three big cats rip into raw meat whenever it caught their fancy.  “Why don’t I push the basket and you can pick out things Taehyung and Jimin would want?”

He nods and shifts to the other side of the aisle. “What’s my limit?”

You pause for a moment, then stand and fix him with a strange look. “What do you mean?” He isn’t looking at you. He’s comparing two brands of cereal, scanning the nutritional facts on the back. 

“How much am I allowed to spend on food?” he questions, simply. “-and what foods are we allowed to eat?”

You balked at him. “.. .you want me to control your diet?”

“I don’t want you to, but most owners prefer a certain look.” He turns his flat, yellow-grey eyes on you. “So what is it? No carbs? no sugars? Low fat? No fat? Dairy-free-”

“Oh my God, no!” You yelp before he can list any more diets. You’d said it a little louder than you’d intended and a well-dressed mom at the other end of the aisle fixes you two with an odd look before hustling her twins into another part of the store. You wince, but continue in a quieter but no less urgent voice. “I mean, I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t eat that’s…” 

“It’s not unusual,” Yoongi cuts in before you can give voice to your thoughts. He sets one of the cereal boxes, decorated with bright colors and little cartoon animals, back on the shelf and tosses the other -something in a dull green and white box with a little piece of wheat on the front- into the cart. “You didn’t feed us last night.”

A pang of guilt shoots through you. You curl your fingers around the bar of the cart, stare at your knuckles. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, with all the sincerity in the world. “I was tired -and I know that’s not an excuse- but I fell asleep without thinking of you guys. It won’t happen again.” 

“Relax,” Yoongi drawls.”It’s not the first time we’ve gone hungry; I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He starts drifting toward the end of the aisle, but before he can go, you catch him by the sleeve of his sweatshirt. 

There’s barely an inch of fabric between your thumb and forefinger, but the look Yoongi gives you makes it look like you’d yanked him back by the collar. He whirls on you, eyes narrowed and lips twisted into something sour. You’d overstepped by grabbing him. Still, you speak. “That was the last time. I mean it.” 

The hybrid’s face shifts from irritation into something unrecognizable. He’s looking at you like there’s an equation written behind your eyes that he’s trying to work out with his own, like if he looks deep enough into them he’ll find the answers etched across your sclera. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the seconds drag on, but you don’t look away. Instead, you hold his gaze and let the moment swell under almost unbearable tension.

Yoongi gives first. He tugs his sleeve out of your grip and shuffles back out of reach. “Whatever you say,” he scoffs, stalking off into the next aisle, his ears tilted back and tail tip flicking in irritation. 

You sigh. You’d done it again. The urge to catch him again wells up in you, but you tamp it down. ‘Time and space,’ you remind yourself. ‘Give him time and give him space.’ Satisfied once the distance between the two of you is enough, you go to follow after him, but hesitate as you pass the cereal he’d been looking at. You tug it off the shelf and place it in the basket underneath a few other things so it’d be hidden. You don’t know why and if he asked you about it later you were sure you’d draw a blank. If nothing else, you told yourself as you hurried to catch up with your hybrid, he’d have a choice.

The rest of the grocery trip passed in silence, just as it’d begun. Yoongi didn’t so much as look at you, but that was fine. You were focused on watching him. Anything that he gave more than a passing glance went into the basket. If the bobcat hybrid noticed your rapidly increasing haul, he didn’t say anything about it. He was silent.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Even when you flinched as the cashier announced the total and you waffled between trying to walk home or calling a taxi. Even in the lobby then the elevator on the way up as Mr. Park talked both of your ears off and you had to stop him from carrying your groceries in and stocking the fridge himself, Yoongi had remained eerily quiet. It’d given you time to think. 

You didn’t know much about hybrids. If you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t known anything about them prior to what you’d anxiety-googled yesterday afternoon. You were so far out of your depth, it was miracle you hadn’t drowned yet. Still, you weren’t completely oblivious.

In between Yoongi’s open hostility, Jimin’s blase attitude toward his own objectification and what snippets you’d heard about Taehyung’s early life, you knew something must’ve been very, very wrong with the people who’d had them before they’d been foisted upon you. The expectation that you were supposed to treat hybrids like actual pets made you uncomfortable enough without the assumption that you’d be dressing them up like dolls and locking the snack cabinets at night. 

A spike of anger shot through you. They might’ve been different than humans but they were still people. They hadn’t deserved whatever shady things their owners had done to them and you didn’t want them to come to expect them from you. You shift the grocery bags up your arm, freeing up a hand so you can punch the code into the door. There was no way around it. The four of you would need to sit down and have a good long talk. 

The second you punch the code into your door it swings open. “Hey, Jim-” the greeting dies on your tongue. It’s not Jimin who meets you at the door, but Taehyung, freshly showered, the curly ends of his hair dripping water onto the white tile and the front of his sweatshirt damp. His eyes were still hidden behind his hair but you could see more of him than you’d been able to that morning when he’d shifted. 

Well, not more of him. He was wearing clothes now, for one- a dark brown version of the sweat suit Yoongi and Jimin both wore. He was taller than you, which you’d known when he’d wrapped his arms around you, but looking up at him now you have to tilt your head back a bit. “Oh,” you say, a little dazed. “Wow.”

The corners of his mouth quirk up in a smile. “Hi.” His voice is still as deep as it was this morning. Was it always like that? He turns his attention to the hybrid behind you and his lips part in a blindingly bright boxy grin. “Hi, hyung.”

Yoongi hums a hello and slips past you through the door. His shoulder brushes against Taehyung’s and the younger hybrid chuffs happily a little in his throat. He leans down as the older man passes and bumps their foreheads together affectionately. Their tails twine together briefly before the gray-haired hybrid is out of reach and dropping an armful of groceries off in the kitchen. 

“You shifted up,” you remark “Did something happen?” There’s a tick of concern in his voice. You step to the side of the doorway so the pair can talk without you in the middle.

Taehyung shakes his head, water droplets scattering. His hyung let out a hiss that erred just on the wrong side of animalistic as some of them hit him. You freeze, but the tiger hybrid just laughs. “No, Jimin and I were just-” His smile falters. You can’t see his eyes but his ears have twitched downward and his tail is suddenly stiff, only the tip ticking back and forth. The hybrid lowers his head, and you finally catch sight of eyes, gleaming amber and full of fear. Behind him, you see Yoongi catch a whiff of his junior’s souring scent and his head whips toward the pair of you, ears straight up and his whole body on high alert. 

Worry draws your brows together. “Taehyung?” you call softly. You reach out with your free hand to touch his shoulder, then think better of it. Your fingers hover uselessly and inch away from him. In this moment, that distance feels a mile wide. The line of his shoulders is rigid and he’s withdrawn into himself. “Taehyung, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you-”

“We went out.” He blurts, snapping his head up to look in your eyes. His own are wide and earnest. “You left your backpack open and I saw the list you made with all the phone numbers and passwords and the door code was on there and I really wanted to go to the park. Jimin told me to wait but I made him come with me; we were only gone for fifteen minutes, I swear. We didn’t even make it; the same police officer from earlier was still on the street.” 

“Taehyung-”

“Please-” he cuts you off before you can even get a word in edgewise. “Please, just punish me; Jimin didn’t do anything. The whole time he was trying to make me go back. He only went with me so I wouldn’t be alone.” 

Your heart wrenches in your chest. You do touch him, then. Your fingertips barely graze the material of his sweatshirt, but he flinches and you pull away. Your hand drops to your side, limp. “Can you and Jimin meet me in the living room?” You ask him, careful to keep your tone light and non-threatening as possible. “We need to talk.” His ears droop, but he nods and shuffles off to do as you ask. You trail behind him into the penthouse, making sure to give him enough space. The last thing you wanted to do right now was crowd him.

You drop the groceries on the counter in the kitchen and look up to find Yoongi squinting at you. He’s coiled up like a spring, ready to bolt at any moment. You try to give him a reassuring smile, but it comes out watery and wan. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “We’re just gonna talk.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you. 

Still, he follows you into the living room, takes a seat on the couch while you settle cross-legged on the ottoman across from him. A few seconds later, Jimin and Taehyung slink down the stairs. The tiger hybrid is clinging to his hyung who, for once, isn't smiling. Jimin’s face is settled into a cool mask of neutrality. You almost don’t recognize him. 

They sink into the couch on either side of Yoongi, their backs stiff and eyes on anything other than you. For a moment, the four of you sit there in uncomfortable silence. You speak first. 

“Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi-”

“Y/N,” Jimin cuts in, “Whatever Taehyung told you-”

“-I’m sorry.” You finish. That seems to surprise them. You interlock your fingers on your lap and look at each one of them individually. “I’m sorry that I didn’t check to see if there was food in the house last night. I’m sorry that I didn’t make sure you had the things you needed to feel comfortable here. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t allowed to leave.” 

Taehyung swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He’s got a death grip on Yoongi’s arm with one hand and the other fisted in the fabric of his sweatpants. “You...You’re not mad?” The tremor in his voice makes your heart ache. 

“No,” you tell him with all the sincerity in the world. “I’m not mad at you. I’m sad that you were ever around someone who made you feel like you needed to apologize for wanting to see the sun and I’m angry that they made you think that was something to be punished for.” It was true. Beneath your sadness, beneath your shock at his expectation of punishment, anger was twisting in your gut. What type of person would reduce another to fear and trembling for the sake of leaving the house? “I’m not going to...to punish you, I need you to know that.” You tell him, before looking at Jimin and Yoongi. “Any of you. Ever. I’m never gonna hurt you.” 

Taehyung’s jaw is clenched like he’s trying not to cry. All the wind has gone out of Jimin like a deflated sail and the leopard hybrid just looks exhausted. Yoongi’s rubbing soothing circles in both of their backs. You can’t tell from his face, but by the way his ears have relaxed, you think he was worried about your reaction, too. 

You let out a little exhale and slouch. “Whatever happened to you with your previous...the people you lived with before? It wasn’t okay.”  You’re as firm with it as you can be while still keeping your tone gentle. “They were supposed to take care of you and love you and help you grow, but if they starved you, if they made you feel this bad, if they treated you like property, then fuck them. I don’t want to be anything like them.” You admit. “I don’t want to be your owner and I don’t want you to be my pets.”

“What do you want us to be to you then?” Yoongi rasps. Despite the question, there’s no challenge in his voice. He’s genuinely asking. 

One corner of your mouth quirks up and you give him a small shrug. “Friends, maybe? Eventually, if we can. For now let’s try…” you search for the word you want. “Roommates?” You supply. “We live together, but you guys don’t need to feel like you owe me anything. I’ll get you phones tomorrow, if you want, and copies of the credit card. We can get you clothes and furniture too. And if there’s anything you want to do or want to see, go see it. The door code is 0613.”

The tension that’d run between the three hybrids like a livewire is gone. Now they’re...if not relaxed, then at least relieved. There’s nothing else to be said. You stand and move to hurry into the kitchen so the trio of hybrids can have their space. The last thing you wanted to do after having a talk about their freedoms was crowd them. Before you can take three steps there’s a hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. It's Taehyung's. 

The tiger hybrid is looking up at you, his eyes beseeching and a nervous tremble in his bottom lip. “Don’t go,” he croaks, sounding like he’s still unsure just how to use his voice. He tugs once on your coat sleeve. “Please.”

Your eyes flick from him to his hyungs. Jimin’s looking at you with apprehension, perched on the edge of the couch like he’s a split second away from helping the tiger hybrid drag you down- but Yoongi’s face is turned away from you. As usual, you can’t tell what he’s feeling. “I’m just going to the kitchen,” you assure him. “I’ve gotta put the food away-” Your brain short circuits as the tiger hybrid flips your hand over and presses his face to your palm. His eyelashes brush against your lifeline; his lips trace the veins in your wrist. 

You’d never say it outloud, but it was hard to deny you were touch starved. You could count on one hand the amount of times someone had touched you gently since your mother died. You didn’t show yourself kindness most days and you’d come not to expect it from others. The world was cold and cruel, and you were far too old to be seeking solace from strangers. You’d thought you were above it, but the feeling of Taehyung nipping at your radial artery is almost enough to make you go to pieces. “Just a little bit,” he huffs, his voice muffled against your skin. 

“...The groceries will get warm,” you argue, finally managing to make your mouth move. “Do you wanna eat hot kimchi?” 

“I’ll put them away.” Yoongi is up and vaulting over the couch before you can get a word in edgewise. With him gone the last of your excuses goes up in smoke. Taehyung smiles against your skin and you let yourself be pulled down.

No sooner have your legs touched the cushion, then Taehyung is snuggled up against your side, his arms wrapped loosely around your middle and the cool tip of his nose pressed into your neck. “Tell me again,” he murmurs softly. “Can you tell me again that you’re not mad?” He wanted reassurance. The least you could do was give it to him.

You slip a hand into his hair, scratch gently at the base of his ears. He chuffs happily, the sound vibrating in his chest as he presses closer to you. “I’m not mad at you, and you’re not in trouble, buddy.” You tell him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

A warm presence on your left tells you Jimin’s settled in beside you. Sure enough, a second later a golden tail is tracing the edge of your calf. “Don’t leave me out,” he purrs, settling his chin on your shoulder.

You slide a hand into his hair too, letting the locks slip through your fingers as you pet him. “Never.”

The three of you stay like that for what feels like an hour. Even when their hyung finishes putting the groceries away and returns to sit with them -albeit at the far end of the sectional- they don’t seem like they’re in a hurry to disentangle themselves from you. You’re surprised to find you don’t mind it. The weight of two grown men against your shoulders was heavy, but not uncomfortable and they were warm and the steady hum of Jimin purring is almost enough to lull you to sleep. You cut a movie on and order samgyeopsal. You think they’re gonna kill the delivery man for making you get up, and they stay glued to your back even as you pay. It’s not until the first movie goes off and Taehyung and Jimin are playfully bickering over what to watch next that you’re able to slip away to the bathroom.

You shuffle quickly down the wide hallway, trying to remember which door the closest bathroom lay behind. You careen around a corner and run smack into someone. They let out a huff and you stumble back a few steps, an apology on your lips. You look up and find Yokngi there. Guilt bubbles up in your stomach. Between Jimin purring in your ear and Taehyung rubbing his cheek against your hand every ten seconds, you hadn’t even noticed he was gone. “Sorry,” you mumble. 

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “For what?”

You’re not even sure you know.

He stares at you and you stare back, frozen. Finally, the bobcat hybrid sighs and gestures at you. “C’mere,” he mumbles. 

You approach hesitantly, not trusting him to not suddenly snap at you. “Why?” You ask, apprehensive. Should you have not let Taehyung and Jimin scent you? He’d been around the entire time and hadn’t said anything, so you’d thought it was fine. Maybe you’d made a mistake. You gnaw at your bottom lip and creep slowly closer to the hybrid before you. Another miscalculation, another mess-up, another mile tacked on to that incalculable distance between you and Yoongi. Should you apologize again? Would taking a shower help wash their scents away?

Before you can volunteer to do any of that, Yoongi reaches forward, hooks one finger through your belt loop and drags you toward him. You feel a yelp crawling up your throat, but it’s stopped dead in its tracks by the feeling of Yoongi cradling your jaw and his lips pressed against the column of your throat. His spine is tense and his tail is ticking in the way it does when he’s irritated. “...What are you-?”

“They’ve both scented you.” He murmurs. “If I don’t, they’ll think I’m rejecting you. My job as their hyung is to put them at ease. If I can’t do that, I’m useless.” Despite his closeness, despite the way his fingers were slipping into the hair at the base of your skull, despite the little nips he’d started giving you, you could practically feel his reluctance.

You exhale and push against his shoulders. “Yoongi…” He doesn’t budge. “Hey-”

“There’s no good reason for me to not just mark you and get it over with.” There was that word again. You’d forgotten about it in the whirlwind that followed, but Jimin had joked about marking you earlier, hadn’t he? And Yoongi’d gotten upset with him. From what you were gathering, it was a lot more serious than scenting. 

“I don’t want you to.” That gets his attention. The hybrid pulls away and fixes you with an odd look, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Owners always want us to mark them.” You feel that same twinge of anger again. The articles had said scenting was a sign of trust and security. It was used to mark family members. Had the people they’d been with before forced their way into their family without the hybrids consent? Without Yoongi’s? No wonder he’d been touchy about his juniors scenting you right away.

“Well, I don’t.” You give him a gentle nudge and put a few inches between the two of you. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with or not ready for.” You offer him a smile you hope comes across as reassuring. “You not wanting to is a good enough reason for me. Besides,” you say, turning to head back to the living room, the original reason for your trip forgotten. “I’ve never been marked before, so it’s not like i’m missing out on anything.”

At that, something flashes in Yoongi’s eyes that you have no name for. It passes as soon as it’d come. “Come back when you’re ready!” You call over your shoulder, retreating back down the corridor before he can say something one way or another. 

When you settle back on to the couch two minutes later, There’s a movie queued up and ready to be played. It’s an action movie, one you haven’t seen before. “Yoongi’ll be back in a second,” you tell the boys. “Let’s wait for him.” 

Taehyung hums his ascent, leaning in to settle back in the crook of your neck- but something stops him. He hovers near your neck, takes a few short inhales and tosses a look at Jimin behind your back. You frown. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung responds a bit too quickly, lacing your fingers together to distract you as Jimin gives the other side of your neck the same treatment. The leopard hybrid purrs, seemingly happy at what he’s found. His ears swivel up and a second later, Yoongi slinks back into the living room. 

“Hyung…” Jimin starts, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

“Play the movie.” His hyung orders. He does, but there’s still a little smirk on his lips.

The screen darkens and the opening credits roll as Taehyung and Jimin settle back against your side, careful to avoid your neck. Yoongi drops onto the couch, this time only a foot away from the three of you. You allow yourself a little spark of relief. The distance was starting to close.

[venusiangguk]

may we see the fight tae oc scene pls pls please!!! u can delete later🤔🤔🤔🤔😳😳😳😳 i’m really curious. i mean ofc u don’t have to. still 😧🙃

idealizations concerning real life relations: deleted scene

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / icrlr!couple

>>genre: fwb, angst, rated PG

>>word count: 2.5k

>>warnings: alcohol, implied smut

>>notes: this is a deleted scene from icrlr, that i omitted simply because of the length of the final fic!! feel free to skip or ignore, it doesn't change anything, but since u guys are curious about it, i'll post it as a lil ty for helping me hit that milestone <3 it takes place after the tattoo party scene, and before the lecture scene.

this does NOT provide an alternative ending.

>>summary: taehyung tries to make you see things for what they really are, but it's hard to see through the rose colored glasses.

Winter break has been long awaited and it is finally, finally here. The snow has coated the ground thick, making the town look like a winter wonderland. The air is sharp and cold but not to a miserable extent. Just chilly enough to bundle up, to hold a hand a little tighter and soak up their warmth.

Your favorite season is fall, but the later months are a close second. You love seeing the way everyone’s faces get red when snow flurries come down to kiss their nose and cheeks. Love the way pom poms bounce atop little hats as children play and have snowball fights. Winter is surprisingly one of the warmest, sweetest times of the year. Like the hot coco Jeongguk has been swapping your regular macchiato with lately.

There’s a greatly anticipated party tonight- a mashup of Taehyung’s birthday and New Year’s Eve. Anticipated for the simple fact that said birthday boy has steadily been ignoring you for weeks, and tonight was a night where he couldn’t evade your attempts of reconciliation. He hasn’t returned a single call or even sent a text back. You can’t even be mad at him really, you know it’s justified. You know you fucked up. The coffee date you had with Yoongi last week let you know what you did.

Over an iced coffee, you learned that you had unintentionally skipped out on your best friend's Winter Showcase. The important one that he mentioned multiple times. The one you promised to attend no matter what.

It wasn’t on purpose; you wanted to go, to support him. But you just got caught up. In life, in school, in Jeongguk. It happens.

When Yoongi asked you why you had missed it, when he told you how hurt Taehyung was by your absence, your heart dropped, sank deep within your chest as your mouth fell open before closing, a small pursed frown on your lips. You didn’t have a good excuse. You went to get tattoos with Jeongguk and then to a party where you fucked him, and then home after that? You were too tired to make it? You just simply forgot? Those excuses weren’t good enough for you and you knew they wouldn’t be good enough for Taehyung.

Whereas Yoongi was okay with distance, long periods in between hanging out and talking, Taehyung wasn’t. He was the kind of friend that needed support, reassurance that you cared. He liked quality time and hangs outs that were planned ahead so he could look forward to them. He was looking forward to you being at his showcase.

The party is packed, even more so than usual. Students, drop-outs, alumni, and randoms alike, all congregate to bring in the new year, to celebrate the end of finals, and a certain art majors birthday. Bodies are on bodies, music is loud and deafening. Cups, bottles, and small baggies litter the floor and the smell of weed is nauseating.

Jeongguk’s hand in yours is sweet, though. Enough to ebb the distaste in your mouth as you watch the stereotypical disaster that is a college party.

“I’m going to go find the drinks, okay?” you lie, squeezing Jeongguk’s hand lightly.

He squeezes back, kisses the side of your head as he says, “Bring me one back too?”

You nod, and slip out of his view. Scanning the crowd until you see a familiar face.

Jimin is laughing, red cup in his hand, eyes curled and happy. He’s sitting on the arm of a couch, legs swinging as he laughs with a group of people. He takes a drink from his cup and let’s his eyes roam the room like he’s looking for someone.

The way his face changes when he sees you approaching is like a punch in the gut. It goes from happy, and carefree to stony- only a small, irritated, close-lipped smile on his face. Eyes harsh and cold, no longer holding the mirth they were just seconds ago. He says nothing when you step in front of him, he just looks you over like he’s bored and waiting for you to get on with it so he can be done with it.

You shift on your feet under his scrutiny. “Where’s Tae?” you ask.

Jimin narrows his eyes at you and tilts his head. “Now you want to know where he is? Haven’t been concerned with his whereabouts for months. Definitely weren’t worried about it last week.”

You wince but carry on swiftly. “Listen, I know I fucked up. I’m here to apologize.” You look at him expectantly, but he holds his ground. When he doesn’t falter, you resort to begging, “Please, Jimin. He’s my best friend… I miss him.”

You must look pitiful, because Jimin’s indifferent facade fades, and he clicks his tongue like he’s annoyed at himself for giving into you. “He’s getting us drinks in the kitchen.”

A smile takes over your face as you rush out a ‘thank you’, quickly turning on your heel to head in the opposite direction, before Jimin calls after you.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“If he’s your best friend, maybe treat him like it, yeah?”

You continue to the kitchen without replying, and you can’t help the little simmer of annoyance that bubbles in your chest. Taehyung has been your best friend for years. And even though Jimin had a point, who was he to tell you anything about yours and Taehyung’s friendship?

Before the thought can fester, however, you see the boy you came looking for, two bottles of vodka in his hand like he’s trying to decide which to use. You see the little party hat atop his shaggy hair before anything else and your heart aches a little. You really did miss him. He lets out a small annoyed sound, and knowing him, he’s probably trying to figure out which has the highest alcohol percentage. You come up next to him, and say his name gently. He jumps, but when he realizes it’s you, the ghost of a smile curls on his lips like he’s happy to see you.

Until it’s replaced with resentment just as quickly. His sharp eyes squint at you before turning back to the bottles in his hands, scowl still in place.

“So you decided you could pencil me in between getting your heart toyed with and your back blown out?” He gives you a side glance and sees how your jaw drops in surprise. He carries on, unbothered. “Or did this just work out because it coincides with New Year’s and because he was invited? Only because he’s Jimin’s friend might I add.”

“Tae-” you try, doing your best to keep the hurt whine out of your tone.

“Save it, __. I don’t want to hear the excuses you have. Just-” he looks at you again, and you think that maybe he softens when he sees your crestfallen features. He sighs like he’s tired. “Just leave me alone. Just for a bit, okay? I’ll get over it eventually,” he finishes, finally deciding on the vodka he wants.

You know his request isn't unreasonable. But it’s already been so long that the distance in your friendship has been eating away at it, that you’re scared ‘eventually’ might take too long and by the time he comes around, there won’t be much of a friendship left. That the damage done, will be irreparable.

“Tae… It’s already been months, can’t we-”

Like night and day, the softness that you were able to pull out of him is immediately replaced with that resentment and anger you were met with when you first stepped into the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he seethes, strong brows furrowed. “And whose fault is that?”

His words are sharp and the sting from them makes you take a step back. That is, until you feel anger of your own creep up your throat like venom. “You’re one to talk, Taehyung. You could have reached out to me, too. You’re no better than me when you’re in a relationship.”

He groans, gives an exasperated laugh before shrugging. “You know what? Maybe I am just as bad as you, but at least I’m actually in a relationship,” he spits, “You’re just fucking someone that doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

You know he’s hurt because of the distance. That he doesn’t intend to be so mean. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less, and it doesn’t stop the angry tears from pooling in your eyes.

And although you’re angry, almost shaking with rage at the feeling of being cornered and blamed, your heart aches at hearing his words.

Jimin, who started seeing Taehyung after you started seeing Jeongguk, had already made your friend official. Had given him the title, the commitment, the relationship that you had been patiently and understandingly waiting for with Jeongguk. The bitterness that bleeds into your heart makes you feel gross and ugly.

You know what they say; that labels are superficial and don’t mean that much. But when you don’t have them? It makes you wonder. If a label really isn’t that important, like everyone says, why is Jeongguk so reluctant to give one to you?

“Jimin’s your boyfriend?” you whisper.

Taehyung gives you a short nod. “Month and half ago. You would’ve known if you got your head out of Jeongguk’s ass.”

Almost like he was summoned, the topic of debate waltz into the room, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzles into your neck.

It’s instinctual now, the way your body responds to him. The way you melt into his chest like second-nature, how your hands settle over his like they are keeping them in place. How immediately in his presence you feel calmer; the panicky, hurt feeling you were experiencing moments ago vanishing as if it were just a fleeting thought and not something that’s always in the back of your head.

Not in a possessive, ‘I need him to be mine’ kind of way, though.

More like, ‘Why won’t he be mine?’

“Hi,” he murmurs into your neck.

“Hi, baby,” you respond softly, out of habit. The room shirks around you whenever he’s near. Makes you feel like you’re in your own bubble with him.

Jeongguk’s about to reply, ask where the drinks are, but then he hears an annoyed scoff sound in front of you both. Jeongguk bristles as he looks up and sees Taehyung taking a big swig from his cup.

“Uh- am I interrupting? Should I go?” he asks hesitantly, looking between you and your friend.

“No-” you say at the same time that Taehyung says, “Yes.”

You cringe, and turn in Jeongguk’s arms, hands resting on his chest. “Just give me a couple more minutes okay? I’ll bring the drinks.”

Jeongguk searches your eyes, before looking at Taehyung one last time before giving you a stern nod and a quick kiss.

You turn back to Taehyung, ready to apologize for Jeongguk’s interruption, when he talks over you.

“You’re pathetic,” he starts, and you roll your eyes with an irritated sigh before he continues, “but I know you love him. And that you can’t help it,” he shrugs. “But as your friend, I have to tell you that it’s not going to end well. You probably don’t even need me to tell you that. You probably already know and are choosing to ignore it for the sake of the delusions you’ve made up in your ‘pretty little head’.”

You pout at him quoting you, and your brows furrow. “He cares about me. And he’s Jimin’s best friend. He’s a good person, you don’t even know him,” you argue defensively. Though you know your arguments make little sense and are flimsy at best.

Taehyung frowns. Pauses like he’s thinking.

“I didn’t say he was a bad person, and maybe he does care about you in his own messed up way. But he doesn’t care about you in the way that you want him to.” His lips are still down turned when he speaks again.

“And the difference between him with you and him with Jimin is astronomical; it shouldn’t even be a comparison, but I will humor you,” he rubs a hand up and down his face like he’s tired. “The dynamic is completely different, for obvious reasons. For one, Jimin is a safe relationship. You are not. Jimin isn’t in love with him, Jimin isn’t sucking his dick, and Jimin doesn’t want things from Jeongguk that Jeongguk cannot give, or does not want to give,” he says with a raised brow as he takes a sip of his drink.

It seems that the anger has died down some between you both, a semi-civil conversation finally being had. You wrinkle your brows in confusion at him. “What are you talking about?”

He rolls his eyes. “Cmon __. Why do you think he hasn’t made you his girlfriend? Why do you think he literally has not been in a serious relationship since high school? Why do you think he never agrees to anything more than 2 months out?” He waits for you to answer but you just purse your lips stubbornly. “He’s scared. Dare I say terrified of commitment, and that’s exactly what you want from him right?”

You stay headstrong and quiet for a moment longer, ignoring his question in favor of asking one of your own when you finally do speak up. “If I’m so scary, why hasn’t he left?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Fuck if I know? Maybe he does care about you like you say he does. I don’t think so, but hey,” He raises his hands in mock surrender, like he is throwing in the figurative towel. “Maybe you’re right and maybe I‘m wrong. Or maybe there’s some fucked up codependency fermenting between you both when you copulate. I genuinely have no clue, and frankly, I don’t care to find out. Don’t text me until you come to your senses. And don’t get mad when I tell you ‘I told you so’.”

And with that, he turns and leaves you to make your own drinks. You hope the smile you give Jeongguk when you find him is believable.

That night when you go back to his place, you voice your concerns to him in between sweet, heated kisses that taste like hot cider. You tell him hesitantly how Taehyung voiced his concerns about Jeongguk not caring about you and Jeongguk got a little irritated, a little miffed as he unlatched his lips from your neck. He asked what Taehyung knew, how he even came to that conclusion when he’s not around you both.

He assured you with gentle touches and tender words that of course he cares about you. He reminded you that he always makes time for you, he always answers your calls and your texts, he takes you out every now and then, too. He asks you what you think and when you contemplate your answer, going over what he said, you can’t really argue with him. Even if an uneasy, dismal feeling settles in the pit of your tummy.

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hellooo!! again, this is just a scene and part of the plot that i chose not to use because i felt like the fic was already so long. i wish that i had ended up including it tho, so i hope you enjoyed even though its nothing special <3 feel free to do the things if you liked it: like, comment, reblog, send an ask~~ love u, ty again for helping me reach that milestone <3

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Tokyo Soul AU: Chapter one

Song: Cabinet Man

Tw: Implied gore, implied death, violence, shipping

This is for the peeps who don’t watch TS, these chapters are for the plot of this au.

also PLEASEEEEEEE send me asks ( @ask-mystis-aus ) im opening an “ask the characters event with drawn reactions so-

Enjoy, (no grammar check, we fail like men)

Long ago in a dimension where time doesn’t exist, where every up is a down, Where space is irrelevant, and when Cthulhu ruled with his army of demons, inflicting terror and darkness to all.

However, there was one soldier in the army that seemed more powerful than the rest.

This demon went by many names but to mere mortals, he was referred to as Necro. 

Necro could manipulate all, even the dead, Necro could summon anyone or anything at will, Necro possesses all knowledge of any dimension he sets foot in, and most importantly, it is dangerous to make a deal with him. For if you shake his hand, the consequences could be dire.

Demons found Necro’s powers to be too catastrophic and after a long war between them, Necro, and Cthulhu, the demons of the realms were victorious.  

Cthulhu was banished to R’lyeh where he built up the once fallen empire he had.

As for Necro?

Necro was trapped in a spellbook, and to add insult to injury, his prison was labeled as the “Necronomicon”. The Necronomicon was banished to a far void, where it was rare for anyone to even find it.

 Even when the Necronomicon was found, He is forced to share his wisdom of the dimensions he has traveled to and or harmed. He watches as wars break and mass genocide all from trying to obtain him.

 He loves watching but he vows, one day, someone will free him and he will return. 

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“That’s the book we need!” a voice had exclaimed, it seemed to have belonged to a young man with an accent that is different from his colleagues 

Necro had gotten up from the corner he normally sat in, at first spending unbearable moments with nothing but dribbling fools constantly grabbing your cell and splattering blood of their former friends on you can get irritating, but since there was nobody to bother him, he often learned to meditate and ignore his surroundings.

Until now. 

However, these mortals seem like a change of pace for once. Necro crawled over to where the seeing eye is and looks out to see a bag of flesh grabbing his cover, he tries to remember what lifeform this was and had come to the conclusion that these were creatures from the Earth dimension. Necro never was able to take over this world but he heard stories that the smartest creatures...humans were just as if not more as primitive than the other idiots he had slaughtered like the sacks of meat they are.

These humans seemed like no exception.

Necro looked back and thought this was too easy, none of these fools know what the Necronomicon truly is.  All the easy to watch as they destroy themselves. Just a simple compliment or a simple suggestion and he already knows there is going to be delicious anarchy everywhere. 

Necro watched as he was being held by the obvious animal hybrid of a human and a long-eared rat humans call rabbits.  Necro could easily tell behind the dirty rabbit beanie this mortal calls a disguise.  

“It called the Necronomicon” “good eye, genius” Necro mumbled hearing the echo of the freak holding his book and wonders Since he looks like a freak in his dimension, would he be an easy pawn and not clash with his army.  He eventually got his attention drawn to the young man from before. 

“Oh no, no! No, I’m out” Necro watches from the seeing eye and grins wickedly. This human is smart enough to know his left from his right yet dumb enough to fall for all types of manipulation

He is perfect.

~ Necro groaned listening to them babble on about nothing that interests him. He then chuckled when his “friends” started to insult him. This is just too easy. He had been talking to the rabbit hybrid but his insults were to no avail. Meanwhile the blond, the rabbit had broken him so much that a simple insult or a compliment could make him all his. 

“As ugly as a wart too,” Necro said, loud enough for all of them to hear and he got the blond’s attention. Great, now to add gas to this unstable fire.  

He tries to hide his grin as the rabbit hands over the Necronomicon to the blond. This pawn seemed easier to control since the rabbit is too broken and too wrapped up in his own fantasies, it would just be a waste of time. 

  Necro was grabbed out of his thoughts when he was spat on by the blond. 

“Well that was a bit unnecessary” Necro mumbled

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 “This is too boring and such a waste of time to try and get out of this damn book,” Necro thought as he just laid in the void. If only he had his actual body, then he could just watch as Cthulhu’s armies could mow down all these useless souls. Watching as they beg for mercy but then vaporate mid-sentence, at least then it would be a little fun. 

He got up and floated around in a sitting position. He thought it was time to try something different

“Take out the nurse. End him” Necro whispered in the blond’s ear. He saw the rabbit’s ears perk up and walk to the other young male.

“The Necronomicon wants us to kill Dr. Nurse, dude!” 

“And you want to listen to a TALKING BOOk” 

Necro sucked air through his teeth, he may not listen to him now but he soon will. He looked through the seeing eye and saw 

Cthulhu, in the body of some sort of walking creature that apparently lives in their water, all he knows is that this animal shouldn’t be walking on land.

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Grian held the Necronomicon during his date with Silly. It was more of a peer pressure date (he liked Silly in a sisterly way) but he was confused. He thought he was with Taurtis.

 Taurtis comes to his bed every night for cuddles and Tuesdays are a day when they can be all alone, but was Taurtis just using him to relieve tension, just his constant play toy for him to use while he goes dating other girls? 

Taurtis keeps claiming that he is just taking the girl out for a date so she can help him “get his hair back” but the half-shaved head works for Taurtis. However, he is growing his hair back and that’s all that matters.  

Suddenly, this cursed book ripped him away from his thoughts. The Necronomicon had been whispering to Sam yet Grian was the one to have to listen. While Sam went to go get Jorje from Mr. Chupa, Grian looked and saw many shadows of arms grab for Grian’s. They wrapped around him before reaching for his face, cupping his cheek before grabbing for his throat.  His eyes went white as he gasped for air.

Grian screamed before tripping and falling to the floor, panting heavily. Silly had rushed to help him up. He looked at his hands to see the shadows gone and all of the students and Mr. Chupa stare at him in confusion. 

“Grian, are you oka-?” Silly’s gentle question of worry was interrupted when Grian got up and ran upstairs, Silly could see him with eyes of fear and worry. 

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Grian ran into a bathroom stall before slamming the door. He threw the Necronomicon and opened it to see the undecipherable font which is on every page. He growled before ripping the pages right out of the book, ignoring all the pained grunts from the disembodied voice. Using the sound of torn paper to encourage him. 

“Why do you do this, why do you put up with what you do. Cthulhu told me you wanted to go home, that’s not what you really want. I may be a book but I can read you like an open one. You just want respect, You just want to be loved, You want to be wan-”

“SHUT UP!” Grian screamed as he threw the damaged book on the floor, huffing as he glared into the seeing eye which he couldn’t tell if it winked or blinked. 

“I’m not just a book you know” Grian gasped as he heard a whisper right in his ear, nobody was behind him but he could feel a weight on his shoulders as if someone was trying to be comforting. It sent shivers through him as he shook it off. 

“I can give you respect, I can make people listen to you, I can help you get all the power you deserve” Grian pushed against the door. His eyes wide as he tries to get his bearings straight. This isn’t the weirdest thing by a longshot but something about this made him uneasy. He looked down to the seeing eye and saw red. 

“All you need to do is-”

SMASH

Grian stomped on the eye of the book and kept stepping on the cover. He heard a chuckle and soon laughter 

“Well, thats all I need, Thanks for the invite~”

A dark mass appeared from the seeing eye before it rushed into Grian’s lungs. He fell and hit his head on the bathroom floor, passing out.

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Taurtis was starting to be concerned about Grian, he just stopped talking for the rest of the day, he wouldn’t even look at them or let go of the Necronomicon. Taurtis waited for Grian to come out of the bathroom so they could cuddle, he sleeps better on a bed than a mat but he feels more comfortable with another human next to him

Meanwhile, Grian looked at his hands before looking in the mirror, seeing his reflection gaining red pupils and sharp, dagger teeth

“Ah, It feels great to have a body again” Grian chuckled before hearing the bathroom door knock.

[biggest-stupidhead]

Who We Were Before (Levi x OC)

Summary: Three girls living in a society where ghouls are despised by humans. They must find out who they are in order to be with the people they love. Lust, jealousy, unrequited love. And the need to fight for what they believe in. Will they hate the CCG forever? Or will some people change their beliefs? Can they break the cycle of hatred that has been push upon them? Or are they just what everyone thinks? Monsters.

Word Count: 2.2K 

When the world has labeled you a monster, you can't help but fit into that role No matter how you feel, you will always be an ant they must crush under their boot. How could she be any different? When she looks into the cracked mirror, all she can see is a ghoul. The red in her eyes is persistent as she tries to keep her hunger down. Her stomach growls angrily at her, as she looks across the way to see her neighbor closing his blinds. She thinks how easy it would be to finish him, nobody would know. He's old and has no family, he's alone. Just like her, she wonders if when people look at her they see what they see in him. Ugly, unwilling, all alone. A reject to all society holds dear. She shoves those intrusive thoughts aside and refocuses on the task at hand. She can hunt later, but now she needs to get ready for work.

Yomo usually carries some extra food on him in case of emergencies. But his food comes with a cost, a cost that she'll never hear the end of. Besides, she's not one to beg. If she's lucky Itori will let her off early and she can snag a drunk in a back alleyway. She finishes pulling on her white button down shirt and checks her appearance in the mirror. She has the same sunken eyes, the same messy mane of blonde hair. Her curls are harder to manage nowadays since she has such little strength. She really should start taking better care of herself. How can she love herself when nobody else does.

The walk to the bar is usually a lonely one but for some reason, tonight the streets are bustling and crowded. Her stomach twists painfully as the smell of human flesh wafts into her nostrils. She's so focused on controlling her hunger she doesn't see the small child in front of her. The small girl crashes into her and smiles apologetically up at her. She looks at her small frame and thinks about how easily she could crush her bones. With great self restraint she pushes past her, the child whimpers and calls out to her mother.

She reaches the bar and like always it is mostly empty, except for the usual trio that sat perched upon the barstools. At first she was apprehensive of the older male ghouls, but overtime she's come to respect them greatly. Itori stands to greet her with a wide smile, although she can see Yomo behind her with an irked expression on his face.

"You're late." Yomo quipped, setting down his wine glass harshly.

"Won't happen again." she said, shooting a cold look at Yomo. He huffed and took a sip of his blood wine, averting his gaze. As she settled behind the bar, preparing herself for a long boring shift, Uta held his glass out for a refill. She pulls out a bottle of blood wine and pops the cork, the smell washes over her and her stomach growls loudly. Uta chuckles as he tops him off, Yomo looks at her knowingly.

"When was the last time you ate?" Yomo asks with a hint of concern in his voice. She rolls her eyes and pours herself a glass to tide her over.

"Don't worry about it, I've got it under control." she says not meeting the tall ghoul's eyes. He reaches into the deep pockets of his trench coat to produce a neatly wrapped package. He slides the package across the bar without another word. She snatches the parcel and unwraps it with urgancey. Itori chuckles as the young woman scarfs down the bloody hunk of meat.

"Geez Emi take it easy, not like it's going anywhere!" Itori teases as she swirls her wine in her glass. Uta chuckles at Itori's jab and watches Emi wolf down the food, her eyes dark, irises glowing red. Yomo clicks his tongue and frowns at Emi, who was now wiping the corners of her mouth free of blood.

"Always such a lady." Uta sighs wistfully as he holds out a handkerchief for Emi. She accepts the napkin and wipes the remaining blood off her chin daintily in spite of Uta's remark. She then turns to take stock of the alcohol, even though it's rarely used, only kept in case a human patron comes through. Her pointless task is interrupted by the chime of the familiar bell. She turns to see who has entered, her eyes widening at the sight of three familiar faces. Reiner leads the trio into the small space, all of them wearing matching suits. Emi quirked a brow and smirked as they sat down a few seats away from the older ghouls.

"What brings you to this side of town?" Emi inquired as she poured them some blood wine. Emi hadn't seen the younger ghouls in some time, almost a full year now.

"What, we can't come visit our dear friend?" Reiner smirked as he accepted the glass Emi handed to him.

"Bullshit." Emi smiled at him playfully, leaning across the bar.

"You caught me." Reiner chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender.

"So what do you want?" Emi asked, her eyes roaming over the trio, they'd changed a lot.

"We have a job for you if you're interested." Annie spoke up, swirling the blood around the delicate glass.

"Depends on how dirty the work is." Emi sighed, grabbing her own glass to take a sip.

"Oh it's dirty alright." Reiner said with that same smirk that made her want to sock him in that square jaw of his.

"Not interested." The blonde says, going back over to top off Uta who has a large smile on his face as well.

"We can offer you money." Bertlot says, his eyes glued to the bar.

"What do you take me for, a prostitute?" She asks him, her cheeks turned slightly upward. Annie gives her a small chuckle, not into her games that she usually likes to play with the trio.

"Will you do it or not?" Annie asks again, more demanding than before.

"If i do, this will be the last time." she says, looking at the three.

"Fine. This will be a good send off." Bertolt says, finally meeting her eyes.

The young woman nods, and the muscular boy writes out the address she must go too. Even putting his number on the napkin. He hands it to her, she smiles to him and rips off the part with his digits.

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Halfway across the dazzling city, an annual ball is commencing. Ghouls from all over have come to take part in the feast that Shuu Tsukiyama has prepared. The event is well known and very prestigious, only the richest members of the ghoul society are present. The patrons fill the balconies eagerly awaiting for the main event to begin. Two girls walk into the ring, their hands intertwined, looking eerily similar. They wore pristine white dresses, framing their delicate features. They almost looked like dolls. Everything matched, perfect carbon copies, even their masks were identical. Mainly featuring perfectly hand crafted masquerade masks that matched their dresses. Dainty lace lined the bottom of the mask, falling onto their noses, leaving the lower half of their faces exposed.

Shuu flicked his wrist to signal for the gates to be opened. The crowd cheered loudly, clapping and stomping and shaking the arena. A large man came stumbling out of the darkness, clearly he was owned by one of the patrons. He laughed at the sight of the two ghouls, knowing that he could take them easily. They looked to Shuu, who gave them an encouraging nod. The two broke apart and ran along the outskirts of the arena. The oafish man turned his head sluggishly as he tried to follow the girl's quick movements. He lashed out at the girl to his right, who easily dodged his slow attack. The other rushed in from behind and leapt up onto his broad back, wrapping her legs around his thick neck. He choked and stumbled backwards, his fat fingers clawing at the girl's creamy thighs.

The girl in front of him unleashed her blue bikaku kagune and swept him off his feet.

"No fair!" the man screamed as he threw the girl off his neck. She slid in a puddle of blood, her white dress now stained in the dark liquid. She snarled and unleashed her red and blue bikaku kagune as she rejoined her twin, the two rushing him from the front. He barely blocked the blue kaguned girl as she lashed out at his large belly. The other girl's punch landed successfully and managed to penetrate his vast stomach. The man choked on his own blood as he fell backwards. The twins stood over him, looking up at their master for his order to finish off the man. Shuu nodded proudly and the two launched into the air, their kagunes flashing in the light as they descended to administer the final blow. The crowd cheered loudly as life drained from the man's eyes, fat tear rolling off his cheeks. They intertwined their fingers once more and bowed as the audience gave them a standing ovation.

The pair retreated into the dark underbelly of the building, leaving the loud arena behind them. With an exhilarated chuckle one of the girls pulled the white wig and draped it over her arm.

"That was awesome!" She giggled as she shook the excess blood from the wig.

"It was sloppy." the other snarled as she ripped the wig off and shook out her dirty blonde hair.

"Don't be so uptight, Shuu told us to have fun with this one." she said, placing the wig on a mannequin's head sloppily.

"When you have fun you get careless, and one of these days you'll have too much and get us killed." she reprimanded, reaching to fix the wig and place her own down.

"Lighten up Addy, nobody likes a party pooper." the girl pouted as she pulled her skirt up to inspect the deep gouges that the man had left in her thigh.

"Nobody likes a corpse either, Alice." Addy lashed out, gripping her sister's wrist for her attention. The other girl pulled away as if she'd been burned.

"If I don't have fun then what's the point?" Alice scoffed, smoothing her skirt down.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten. We're in this mess because of grandma, she needs us." Addy says glaring at her sister, not knowing what solicited this behavior.

"It's always about grandma." Alice sighs as she watches some blood drip onto the floor.

"Yeah because she's sick." Addy snapped, her posture tense as she watched her sister.

"Forget about it, I need to go clean up." Alice mumbled as she marched out of the small dressing room to find some bandages. Addy sighed as she watched her disappear into the darkness before turning to inspect her appearance in the mirror.

Alice ran her fingers absentmindedly over the textured cobblestoned walls as she wandered through the basement. She froze when she noticed a dark silhouette standing outside of the bathroom. The shadow pushed off the wall when he noticed the girl's presence.

"Nice work out there." his smooth voice cut through the thick silence. She dared to take a few steps closer to the mysterious boy, thoroughly intrigued.

"Thanks..." she said carefully as she stepped into the dim light that was barely illuminating the corridor.

"Shame you're wasting your talents here." his teeth flashed as his lips peeled back in an endearing smirk. She chuckled nervously and shifted her weight a bit awkwardly.

"Where do you think they'd be more useful?" Alice asked, playing into the stranger's alluring aura.

"There's a group called Aogri, you can do whatever you want when you want to. I think you'd fit in nicely." he spoke slowly as he closed the space between them. Alice stood tall as she tried to not fall into his deep purple eyes.

"You wouldn't even have to wear those silly costumes.If you're interested meet me at the abandoned mall in the 1st ward." he said softly as he brushed a lock of her blond hair off her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat as she dipped her head to hide her blush. He chuckled and dropped his hand, much to her disappointment.

"Alice I-" Addy froze, a roll of gauze in her hand as she took in the scene before her.

"Who are you?" her voice turned hostile at the sight of the stranger.

"The name's Ayato." he replied, stepping away from Alice, who seemed to be in a daze.

"I don't care what your name is, what are you doing with my sister?" she snarled, stepping between the male and her sister protectively."

"He's just offering us a job." Alice said, snagging Addy by the back of her dress.

"I don't give a damn." Addy snarled, still looking at the boy accusingly. Ayato held his hands up in surrender as he took a few healthy steps backwards.

"You know where to find me if you change your mind." he winked at Alice before disappearing into the shadows. Addy huffed and steered Alice into the bathroom to clean her wounds.

[frobee]

PAIRING: TONY STARK X NON-BINARY READER

WARNINGS: Just sucky writing and Peter being turned into a kid.

SUMMARY: Avengers and the reader spend the day trying to take care of a small Peter.

Note: got bored and maybe a had too many energy drinks and this came out of it. PAIRING: TONY STARK X NB READER

Request: YES NO

Requested by Frog.

WARNINGS: Just sucky writing and Peter being turned into a kid.

SUMMARY: Avengers and the reader spend the day trying to take care of a small Peter.

Request open :D

Note: written while being high on candy :D jkjk just had too many energy drinks and this came out I guess.

It was another normal day at the Avengers tower. Well if you say someone turning into a 5-year-old is normal then yes. It's happened to Thor before. He drank a weird liquid in the fridge that said 'don't drink' but you know how he is, he'll take anything without reading its labels and such.

In this case, it wasn't Thor who had turned into a child...it was Peter Parker. Most of the Avengers were on a mission but the ones that stayed behind were panicking over a crying peter. None of them knew what to do since no one knew how Peter turned into a child or why he started crying but they knew they needed to call you to handle Peter.

"SOMEONE CALL Y/N! THEY KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF PETER!" Bucky said well more like yelled as he tried approaching Peter but miserably failed when Peter cried harder.

A few minutes later you arrived with Pietro who had carried you here. "What happened?" you asked as you looked over at Bucky who was in a corner sulking while Sam, Bruce, and Natasha tried to tell him it was alright.

Bucky looked at you before pouting " I scared the kid and now we can't get him off the ceiling" he looked up and there he was. Peter stuck to the ceiling while he cried softly.

"H-how- what? WAIT WHAT?? PETER IS A KID?? WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO???"

They looked down before Natasha said " We didn't do anything when we got here from the training room Peter was sitting there crying. We didn't know what to do so Bucky tried to approach him but instead, he cried more and started climbing the walls until he was way too high for us to get."

You shook your head before calling your brother over to go where you were. " Pietro come help me get close to Peter, " Pietro nodded before picking you up and placing you on his shoulder. You slowly tried reaching Peter and succeeded. " come here, Pete! I promise if you come to me we can go play some games."

It took a little for Peter to agree but when he did he clung to you not letting go. Just as Bucky was gonna approach Peter, Tony and the rest of the avengers came in.

"Woah! Who had a kid??" was the first thing Tony said as he saw Peter in your arms. "No one did Tony. This is Peter." Tony blinked multiple times surprised that his intern was so cute as a child.

-sometime later after Natasha explained what happened to the rest-

"So you are saying..that Peter just appeared like this? Maybe he drank something like Thor did." Tony said looking in the fridge trying to see if something was in there that shouldn't have been.

"I doubt. Peter is smarter than that, he wouldn't just take something suspicious." You stated while rolling your eyes at your boyfriend.

Everyone thought for a moment before Peter looked at bucky and went towards him setting himself on his lap. Bucky tensed up a bit but smiled and wrapped his human arm around him softly.

Sam smirked "See he likes you. You just scared him with your big ugly face"

Bucky scoffed and looked at Peter before patting his head. Natasha and Wanda took a few pictures before you got up and went to the fridge. "Let's give Pete something to eat."

You gave Peter one of Tony's leftover burgers and some apple juice. Tony stared at you unapprovingly as you gave Peter the burger after you heated it. " Y/n my burger? Why?? I was saving that for myself. How dare you!! I thought you loved me"

You scoffed at Tony while everyone laughed. "Just go buy some Tony. Simple. And I do love you but Peter is my baby so I gotta put him before you.”

Tony pouted and looked away. You kissed his cheek before grabbing Peter after he ate. You took him to the couch and sat him on your lap.

~~~~~~~~~

You and the Avengers watched a few movies before you picked Peter up. "I'm gonna go put Peter to bed and call May."

You got to your shared room with Tony and placed Peter on the bed. You changed his clothes and wrapped him in a blanket. After you finished Tony came in and handed you your phone. "Are you gonna tell his Aunt that he turned into a kid?"

You thought for a minute before shaking your head, no. "Nah, she'll just worry. I'll just say he's staying here for something."

Tony nodded and sat down on the bed making sure he didn't sit on Peter. "This is nice. Us having to take care of a kid. Well, mostly you taking care of him but yeah."

You smiled. " mhm, maybe we should plan on getting one"

"Yea maybe we should get one."

You both smiled at each other before Tony placed his hand on your cheek and gave you a small peck on the lips. "Okay hurry and call his aunt so we can go to bed."

You called May and let her know Peter was staying the night and then went to bed with Tony and Peter.

The next day Peter was back to normal. You and the Avengers found out that Loki was the one that turned Peter into a kid just to annoy the Avengers but he failed because everyone loved kid Peter.

The end? Or should I do part two of them actually getting a kid??

[httpjeon]

— 05. bunny blues: betrayal | yoongi & jungkook

yoongi/reader/jungkook | angst, fluff | hybrid!au

wordcount: 2k

contents: crying, mild arguments, protective!jk, lightly implied abandonment, namjoon is mentioned yay, implied to mxm relationship, implied reference to sex toys

― synopsis: while snooping in yoongi's room, you find something that turns things completely upside down.

note: now it's yoongi's turn to fuck up yay

blog masterlist ɪɴᴅᴇx: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 06 | 07 | 08

© httpjeon 2019. do not repost, modify, or translate.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Yoongi pressed, scratching your soft bunny ear, making you smile. "I can ask Hoseok or Jimin to—"

"It'll be okay, Yoongi," You reassured, taking his hand in yours. "I can be home alone, I promise!"

"Alright," Yoongi sighed, sliding his shoes onto his feet. "If you need anything, my cell number is by the phone okay?"

"And there's leftovers in the fridge, okay Bun?" Jungkook smiled, patting your head as you nodded.

"I know," You weren't really surprised by how difficult it was to get them to leave. They weren't exactly keen on letting you be home all by yourself. However, Yoongi had received a call that your dresser needed to be picked up. As it was heavy, Jungkook offered to join and help carry it. Since they would need to put the back seat down in Yoongi's car to fit the dresser, you didn't have a place to sit.

Thus, they came to the decision to leave you home alone for the first time.

Once they were gone and the house was quiet, you decided to sit and watch some TV. You sat and watched some cartoons Jungkook had introduced you to, letting the hours tick by quickly as you became engrossed in the colorful pictures and silly shenanigans of the characters. 

However, when the good shows went off and something boring began to play, you got curious.

You were allowed in Yoongi's room and you had ventured in there whenever you helped with laundry or you needed to wake him up. But you hadn't ever been in there to really look around — you were almost scared you'd get in trouble. Though, deep down, you knew those feelings were unfounded. Yoongi had claimed numerous times what was his was yours and he wouldn't punish your natural curiosity of the space you lived in.

So with Yoongi and Jungkook gone — it was the perfect opportunity to have a look.

You almost felt like a spy as you crept into the bedroom.

You peeked through his night table, finding a little bottle of clear liquid with a label that said 'water-based lubricant'. Shrugging, you put it back where you found it and closed the drawer.

Next you began to snoop through his dresser — which resulted in nothing. So you decided to search his closet, touching his various work clothes before pausing when you lay your eyes on a box. It was sitting inconspicuously in the back of his closet and you were immediately curious of its contents.

Kneeling down, you unhooked the snaps that held it closed and opened it.

Inside, you were shocked to see an array of...toys, maybe? They were in different sizes but they all resembled the same cylindrical shape. However, there was also a collection of bulbous things and some had pretty gems on the end. You also found a few bandanas, pieces of rope, and even a pair of handcuffs.

You hummed, closing the box and leaving it alone — deciding to maybe ask Yoongi about it later if you could work up the courage to reveal your snooping.

The next place you had your sights on was his work desk — nestled in the corner of his room with a chair that you happily sat in. There was a laptop and a phone there that matched the one in the kitchen. Sometimes Yoongi would answer it from his desk when it rang. There was a file organizer that was similar to what Joonie had on his desk, you remember accidentally knocking it over one time which made Namjoon mad. 

He'd hurt your feelings by yelling at you but immediately felt bad and took you out for some ice cream to apologize. 

As you looked through the files, you found one with your name on it that was next to a similar one with Jungkook’s name on it. As much as you'd like to read what Jungkook's said, you were more curious to know what your file held.

When you flipped it open, you found an overview of your previous doctors appointments with your breed, height, and weight. It also contained the papers Namjoon had given Yoongi as a guide for your care. They had become worn and a little torn in some places from Yoongi, no doubt, diligently going over their contents numerous times. However, when you flipped past all of that you came across what appeared to be an advertisement.

'Looking for a good home for hybrid.

Breed: Holland Lop — Rabbit Hybrid

Name: _____

Sex: Female

Very loving and affectionate. Gets along well with other hybrids. Rehomed at least once prior.'

You stared at the paper, your picture plastered on the front of it — taken from your official papers you had to get renewed every year to remain a valid hybrid-citizens. Your eyebrows came together in confusion as you flipped past the page and found a list of names and numbers; people who were interested in adopting you. Yoongi had crossed out some names with little comments claiming a home ranging from 'too disorganized' to plain 'unfit'.

Your breathing began to speed up at the realization that Yoongi was looking to re-home you. Tears began to prick at your eyes as you felt a rush of emotions crash through you. You were sad, hurt, confused, angry and disappointed all in one. It was painful, made your chest hurt.

You didn't understand! You thought everything was going so well! He bought you so much stuff, he was out getting you a dresser so you could have even more clothes and belongings. Jungkook had accepted you as part of them, had shared his story with you.

All the while they were just planning on getting rid of you? So why go through all the trouble of making a room?

Perhaps Yoongi had found another hybrid to adopt — someone cuter, prettier, more well behaved, or someone Jungkook liked more than you.

You felt jealous and betrayed. You didn't realize you had crumpled the paper in your hands through your anger and tears.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and you jumped. Throwing the papers on the ground without a care, you stormed out of Yoongi's room to the front door.

You expected to see the two of them standing there and you were ready to yell at them. However, when you threw the door open, you were shocked to see a young man and woman standing there. They both looked as stunned as you felt. Though they had a perfect reason to feel shocked as a crying, angry bunny opened the door to greet them wearing an ugly frown.

"I-I...Are you okay?" The woman cooed, mouth dropping open in concern at your tears.

You halfway hid behind the door, sniffling pitifully.

"What do you want?" You muttered, trying not to sound rude though you did want them gone as soon as possible.

"Are you _____?" The man asked and you merely nodded.

"Is Min Yoongi here? He was supposed to visit us about your adoption..." The woman trailed off when you let out a little sob. “He didn't show up so we—”

"He's not here!" You snapped, ready to just slam the door.

"We—"

"What's going on?" A familiar voice growled and both the human's heads whipped around to see Jungkook standing at his full height — completely on guard, shoulders squared, at the sight of strangers and you crying. "What the hell did you do?!"

"Us?! We didn't do anything!" The man snapped, looking like he was going to approach Jungkook but froze when the hybrid snarled in response.

"Whoa, hey!" Yoongi finally jogged up, freezing when he took in everything that was going on. "And you are?"

"Park Sunhi and Kang Sangmin...you never showed up for the adoption consultation so we came to the address you gave us to see for ourselves!" Sunhi quickly explained, wanting to diffuse the situation as much as Yoongi.

"Adoption?!" Jungkook snarled, turning to glare at Yoongi who looked horrified.

"She just came to the door sobbing, my god," Sangmin snapped. "It's a good thing you're putting her up because you obviously have no idea how to care for her!"

"How dare you!" Yoongi was fuming now, not appreciating the accusation.

"She's not up for adoption!" Jungkook added, finally going inside to pull you against him where you began to cry once more.

"That's not your decision to make, mutt!" Sangmin argued, an insult which tore another growl from Jungkook.

You'd never seen the happy pup so angry before. His whole body was trembling against yours and his teeth were bared in pure aggression — like he was ready to attack the man at any moment. If looks could kill the man would be 6 feet under at that very second.

"P-Please calm down," Yoongi sighed, stepping in to block you and Jungkook from the strangers view, though Jungkook still towered over him from behind. "It was a mistake on my part. I forgot to inform you that she is no longer eligible for adoption."

"This is ridiculous! We drove all the way here from Gwangju!" Sangmin snapped.

"I-I know I'm sorry...it completely slipped my mind to cancel..." Yoongi explained, trying his best to diffuse the situation. "I'd be happy to compensate you for the money you spent to get here but—"

"Save your fuckin' money, asshole," Sangmin's hostile words had Jungkook growling again, pulling you deeper into his body protectively as he also reached to grip the back of Yoongi’s shirt ready to protect his owner as well.

"Honey—" Sunhi didn't have a chance to finish before her husband was pulling her away angrily.

Yoongi heaved a huge sigh before slowly closing the door. However, if he thought he was going to get a moment of reprieve, he was wrong.

"What the fuck, hyung?!" Jungkook cried, finally letting you go. You were shocked — it was the first time you'd ever heard him cuss or raise his voice in anger at Yoongi. "You were going to put her up for adoption?! How could you do that?"

"I-I'm sorry, Jungkook...____," Your name had you looking at him through teary eyes.

"Y-You don't want me?" You whimpered, tugging anxiously at your ear that flopped over your face sadly.

"Oh baby," Yoongi sighed, breezing past Jungkook to cup your cheeks in his hands. "The exact opposite."

"Th-Then why..."

"It was when you were depressed," Yoongi began to explain, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I thought you were unhappy with me and Jungkook. I thought that you'd be happier in another home so I was looking to find you someone you could live with..."

"B-But I wanna stay here!" You sobbed, bottom lip quivering. Jungkook moved forward again, burying his face in your neck to nose to scent you — trying to comfort you. Your shoulders relaxed in response as his spicy scent wafted around you, making you sniffle.

"I know that now," Yoongi squatted down at your feet, taking your hands in his and looking up at you. "And that's why I've actually been looking to officially adopt you."

There was a beat of silence before you were throwing yourself into Yoongi's arms, effectively knocking him over. He laughed, hugging you tightly with both arms around your waist.

"You mean it, hyung?" Jungkook asked, grinning as he kneeled down beside the two of you on hand on the back of your head with the other on Yoongi’s shoulder.

"Absolutely, I love you both to bits," Yoongi admitted and you gasped.

It was the first time he had told you he loved you!

"I love you too, Yoongi!" You squealed, rubbing your cheek against the soft material of his shirt. "And you too Kookie!"

"I-I love you guys too," Jungkook admitted, finally joining in on the group hug on the floor. His voice was a little watery as he held back tears but neither you or Yoongi mentioned it. 

Not that Jungkook would admit getting emotional anyway.

Later on, Yoongi would come out of his bedroom flustered — cheeks and ears pink.

"_-_____ did you go through my closet?" He asked, which had Jungkook stiffening as well.

"Hm? Oh yeah!" You admitted carelessly, popping a raw carrot into your mouth.

"D-Did you look in our-my box?" He asked, looking like he was going to pass out when you nodded your head.

"Say, what are all those funny things in there anyway?"

Beside you, Jungkook choked on a chicken nugget.

[bxoken-heartss]

Put a Little Love On Me: C.V Part 2

(Y/N): Your name

(Y/E/C): Your Eye Color

(Y/L/N): Your Last Name

' ' ': Switch of scenes

~ ~ ~ : Line by Line Lyrics scenario ending.

// //: Lyrics

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, drinking mentions etc etc

Pairings: Christopher Velez x Reader

Words: 5600 +

Part 1: HERE.

A/N: I know it’s been LIKE 7 years approximately since i typed down the first part. But, I’ve had online classes and crappy assignments..But! HERE IT IS! And once again...I’m SORRY! But I hope you ENJOY! :)

Honorable Mentions: @wwecncowhydontwetrash @calypsocnco​ @cnco-hoenesty​ @papichriscnco​ @richardscurls​ @h-bea92​ @zabdielmuch​

//We wrote and we wrote till there were no more words

We laughed and we cried until we saw our worsts//

Chris sat down in front of his desk in his room, his heart heavy and burdened, yet a weird sort of  emptiness filling his heart. He spoke nothing as he heard his heart slowly beating..each beat filled with an aura of pain at an in-rhythmically ugly pace.

He felt horrible...He just wanted to escape from this ugly unwanted reality..Writing music was his way of temporary escape from reality..a temporary refuge when things went downhill..

After a heavy workout and a hot relaxing shower, he sat down to write something onto his journal..

He carelessly opened the journal, flipping through the pages slowly as he reached a fresh new page, a fountain pen in his hand as he sat and thought about what he could write about to relieve or rather ease the stress and anxiety building up in him..

He wanted to write something..he really wanted to..but a wave of hopelessness washed over him as he had written a few "Love" related lyrics..

They sounded fake...forced..ingenuity lacing its lyrics..He tried again..but he just couldn't...for she was the only thing that bounced back into his mind..

She was the melody...the inspiration behind all his lyrics..but she wasn't his anymore..

The thought of her in between someone's arms..her new man kissing her..holding her close to him..

The thought of her being happier with someone else who wasn't him hurted him more than he could admit..but a part of him also happy now at least someone would treat her the way she deserved to be treated..

Christopher tried to clear his head..No! He didn't need her! He could obviously move on the way she did..She moved on..rather too quickly..at least that's what the media and all the tabloids said...

He began to write again but there were just no more words to write.. Just mere emptiness and silence fills the air..

The page was empty and dull just like his heart..

                                              ~ ~ ~

Y/N couldn't pinpoint on a single moment where she was the happiest with Chris..Every single moment gave her weird yet such long lasting memories.

"GUYS I'M BORED!" Y/N yells as she walks into the boys' studio

"Hi bored...I'm Erick! Nice to meet you! How are you doing today?" Erick asks beaming at her

"Ha ha ha! Very funny pretty eyes..." Y/N replies as she rolls her eyes and claps her hands sarcastically

"Oh come on! That was a good one! Right guys??" Erick asks as he hopefully looks at the boys

"I'm not going to respond to that." Richard comments as he lazily lays on the couch

"Are you done with recording for today?" Joel asks as he sits next to her slinging an arm around her missing the look of jealousy that had stayed hidden inside Christopher's brown orbs

"Yeah...Had a quick meet and greet and did a bit of recording! I'm done for the day! What about you guys?"

"Recording is still left...and we'll probably have a quick Twitter session or something..probably" Joel comments as he looks at her

"So none of you are free??" Y/N asks

"Shawty...as much as I'd love to spend the day I've still got parts to record!" Richard says

"I'm done for the day!" Zabdiel says as he suppresses a yawn

"Zab...Come with me we can go and have fun!!" Y/N pleaded

"Nope mi amor... I'm going to sleep." Zabdiel says as he lays down on the couch

"Chris! Ah! My favorite boy! My darling!" Y/N says as her eyes brighten up

"Hola Hermosa..." Chris comments as he sits next to her

"Chris honey...come on let's have a day out together!" She says

"Couldn't resist me even for a day huh nena?" Chris asks, obviously flirting

"Of course..I couldn't resist your face.. You are so insanely good looking..how could I?" Y/N replies, flirting back ignoring the way how quick her heart thumped against her chest

Y/N began talking to him about the most random things and every time she did Chris interrupted her...He knew it always made her pissed..It was something he always did...but he couldn't resist! She was absolutely ADORABLE when she got mad..

"And then I --" Y/N begins as Chris cracks another uncalled joke in Spanish as Erick laughs to it as he engages in a conversation with Joel.

"CHRISTOPHER BRYANT VÈLEZ I SWEAR TO GOD THAT I WILL CHOKE YOU UNTIL YOU DIE IN MY HANDS!" Y/N yells

"I'd rather be choking you Mami.." Chris replies as he smirks at her as her face flushes into a dark shade of pink

"Gawd..Can't y'all just date already? There's so much sexual tension between you two...Like get laid already and date!" Richard comments rolling his eyes, Erick furiously nodding

"Well..Err..." Chris begins as he nervously laughs

"YASHEL shut up before I kill you!" Y/N warns

"He's got a point...I mean you guys flirt so often that we'd feel weird if you both didn't date.." Joel says

"No! Joel not you too!! Zab...Your friends are being mean to me!!" Y/N complains

"Too late.. he's already asleep.." Joel says as she looks at a sleeping Zabdiel

"You guys are just being dumb.." Y/N comments

"We're being honest..you label it as dumb.." Erick counters earning a eyeroll from Y/N

"Whatever guys...Chris! Are you free? Please tell me you are!" Y/N asks

"Well...My recording for the day is done so I guess?" Chris answers

"Please...let's just go somewhere! I'm so tired of merely sitting around in my studio for hours...a small break would be good right?!" Y/N asks him hopefully

"Yeah I guess.." Chris replies as he rubs his neck awkwardly

"Are you sure you wanna go? You seem dis- interested..." She asks him

"No no... Absolutely not Hermosa.. I'm absolutely ready..Just let me get a hoodie and some shades and inform Ali about it then I'll be all good to go!" Chris comments as he walks away

"So did you finally manage to get him go on a date with you?" Joel asks as he  looks at before heading towards the recording room

"Joel we are just hanging out cause he was free...nothing more nothing less." She replies rolling her eyes

"Okay I was just inquiring.." he says exiting the situation

"Oh...you mean one out of your many dates!" Erick says as his eyes gleam with adoration

"Could you just shut up for once Erick?! I told you we're - -" She begins

"Yeah, just friends...I get it..When are you going to realize that you just perfect for each other and just- -" Erick begins as Chris enters the room

"I'm ready Hermosa...Can we leave?" Chris asks interrupting Erick

"Okay sure..If my best friend wakes up by any chance and ever questions about my existence, just inform him that I had gone out with Chris.." Y/N tells Erick as she walks over to Chris

"Will do! Now go already and enjoy the day!" Erick replies as he pushes her onto Chris' arms

They exited the studio as paparazzis surrounded them, their security quickly making way for them as they quickly slid into her car.

"Where do you want to go Miss. (Y/L/N) ?" Y/N's driver, Henry asks (change his name if you don't like the name)

"Well to that less crowded carnival round the corner...And ask the others to stay away..We are heavily disguised so it won't be much of a problem." Y/N comments

"Are you sure Ma'am..I've been given strict - -" he begins

"I'll take the blame in case anything goes wrong trust me!" Y/N reassures as she put on a heavy coat to cover her disguise as Chris helped her with it.

"Thanks Chris..." Y/N says as she shoots him a grateful smile

"Of course Mi Amol..." Chris comments as he returns the gesture.

                                                 ' ' '

"Aren't you excited CHRIS?!?" Y/N asks as she looks at Chris whose eyes beam with happiness

"OF COURSE!!!" Chris yells excited as he looks at her excitedly

"Then let's g- -" She says but interrupted halfway as Chris grabs her arm and pulls her into the crowd

                                                 ' ' '

Time had gone so quick that Y/N almost thought her eyes were playing tricks with her when she saw the sun setting.

They had almost finished off all the attractions in the carnival..All the while Chris was just busy taking numerous pictures and videos of her, her giggling and laughing all the while.

"Hermosa...Look at that! I want that!!" He says as he points at a huge teddy bear in a stall.

"Aren't all these enough?" Y/N as she points at the bag of goodies and all those little toys Chris had gotten

"Nope...just one more...besides who doesn't like teddy bears?" He asks

"True but are you sure you want- " Y/N begins

"Hello? Yes...Yeah three soft balls? Cool enough!" Chris speaks as the person on the stall hands him over three soft balls

All he had to do was aim and get the soft ball into the basket that was next to teddy bear.

"Now watch me Hermosa..How I get that teddy in one throw!" Chris flaunts as he begins to aim for it. "But wait..Before that, I think you should kiss my knuckles.." He says finishing off

"And why's that necessary Chris?" Y/N asks her tone filled with sass

"Err..You know...for good luck! You technically just make people around you happy...so I figured that you would have some sort of good luck within you..So I thou- -" He begins

"I understand Chris...You don't need to explain..I was just messing with ya!" Y/N interrupts him as she holds his knuckles and presses a kiss onto his knuckles eliciting a soft blush from Christopher.

She quickly ignored the way her cheeks heated up as she gives him a shy smile, Chris slowly returning her the gesture.

"Go on Chris...try again..Let's hope it works!" Y/N comments as she looks at him

"Yeah okay!" Chris says, the soft ball falling inside a basket that stood next to a stuffed elephant.

"LOOK CHRIS! Elephants are cool too!" Y/N beams at him

"So boy do you want this or do you want to try again?" The stall keeper asks him

"Another try please.." Chris answers disappointed

"Chris you don't need to win the teddy bear specifically..it's  -" She begins

"Just wait Hermosa...This time I'll get it in!" Chris says as he held the last soft ball.

Y/N holds Chris' knuckles as she pressed a soft kiss onto them, Chris' knuckles still laying lovingly in her palms. Chris smiles to himself softly not wanting to retreat his knuckles from her touch

"Err..Chris?" She says, gaining his attention.

"Yeah sorry! I was- -" Chris begins

"Come on Velèz! I know you can do this!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!" Y/N cheered

Chris nodded his eyes gleaming with determination...He took a few breathes and threw the ball again and bam! It went inside the basket next to the teddy bear he had wanted.

"YESSS!! YOU GOT THAT IN!! CONGRATULATIONS CHRIS!!" Y/N cheers as she hugs him, as he wrapped his arms around her and enjoyed her embrace.

The stall keeper handed the teddy bear to Chris who instantly took it after thanking him.

"I wouldn't have won it without your good luck.." Chris comments

"Nonsense! Your aim was perfect! That's why you got it!" Y/N replies smiling at him

Chris took a hold of the other things in Y/N's hands as he handed her the teddy bear.

"It's yours now.." He says as he looks at her

"But you won it...and you wanted it!" Y/N replies

"No..I knew how much you loved teddy bears and considering the fact that you were my good luck charm..I think you deserve this" Chris says

Y/N blushed softly..He paid attention to every little thing accidentally slipped out of her mouth.

How she wished you had the guts to tell him how she really felt. She stood on her toes as she pressed a kiss on his cheeks.

"Thank you.." She whispers as Chris looks away blushing as he nodded slowly

                                           ~ ~ ~

Every little moment with Christopher was filled laughter and joy..Barely was there were moments she had seen Christopher wasn't happy...That night was probably the first time she had seen him..sad and broken..

It had happened on unfortunate midnight...Y/N had a sleepover with Zabdiel and the rest of the boys at their place after a very tiresome movie night..Everyone retired to their rooms at midnight as it had started off from 10 in the morning that previous day...

Y/N had obviously chose to share a bed with Zabdiel because the guest room was too messy and she was downright exhausted to clean it up...And Zabdiel had always loved cuddling onto her tiny petite figure ever since they had sleepovers from back when they were friends..

She had woken up the 2:00 a.m or so as she felt thirsty. She sat up, carefully removing Zabdiel's arms off her as she practically forced her drowsy self off her bed as she sleepily walked outside the room and towards the kitchen. She grabbed a glass of water and drowned it down her throat quickly quenching her thirst...

She walked upstairs and was about to enter Zabdiel's room when she saw dim lights flashing inside Christopher's room, beams of light radiating from the half closed door. She raised her eyebrows and walked towards his room.

'Was he that exhausted that he didn't have that much of the energy to switch off his bedroom light?' She thought as she slowly enters his room without causing any noises.

She looked around the room but Christopher wasn't on his bed...His bed was neatly folded and didn't seem crumbled at all...Hadn't he slept at all? She looked around and was about to call out his name when she hears muffled yet heavy sobs.

She looked around the room again as worry cascaded her face..She heard the sobs again as she walked towards the source...The sobs growing comparatively louder each time she took a step closer in a quiet pace.

She slowly opened the bathroom door as her eyes widens in shock as a teary eyed Christopher stood in front of the mirror..Her eyes scanned him as she noticed a blade in his hand, her eyes widening in shock as he reflects the same and tries to hide the blade.

She angrily storms upto him as she looks at him with pure hate..She picks up the blade and throws it out the window from the window located inside the tiny bathroom..She then walks upto him as she grabs both his arms, inspecting it. A soft scar was imprinted on his arm.

"I'm- -" Christopher begins

"JUST WHY? WHY CHRIS??" She asks, her tone filled with hate and pain at the same time as she quickly patched up the scar

"It's nothing.." He trails off as he looks away

"Well it has to be something CONSIDERING the fact that you were try to kill yourself!!" Y/N yells

"Please...JUST..Just leave! I don't want you to see- -" Chris says trailing off

"Why...Just why would you do this Chris?" Y/N asks, her eyes brimming with tears

"Why would you care?"  He asks her as he looks at her, his chocolate brown orbs instantly losing all the warmth it had ever possessed.

"CHRIS! Why wouldn't I- - I obviously do! Chris- -why would you ever - -" She begins

"I can't take this anymore...It's hard and sad..being HATED by millions..Feeling unwanted... talent-less..undeserving.." Chris interrupts her halfway as he looks down

"Says who Chris?" Y/N questions

"Who doesn't? Everyone hates me..I- -I can't do anything right..No one's there when I honestly need them..I don't blame them too considering how much I mean to them. So I just thought if no one liked me for who I was..why live?  It won't make a huge difference whether I lived or no- -" Chris begins as a harsh slap interrupts him

Christopher's eyes widen in shock as he lifts his hand covering his cheek as it stung in harshness and pain.

She looked at him, her cheeks flushed with sad and angry tears as she glared at Christopher

"How- -How could you?!? Do you even REALIZE what would have happened if you..." She begins but gets interrupted by her tears and her shortened breaths

"I'd never forgive myself Chris! I love you too much! How could you even think about this?!?"She finishes off

Christopher's eyes widened as those words processed in his head but cut short when she pulls him into a hug. His tears fell softly as he shivered slightly

"I'm scared...Please..help me..Just don't leave.." Chris stutters

Y/N said nothing but held his cheeks with her hands and pressed a passionate kiss on his forehead and the cheek where she had slapped him.

A simple gesture...which meant something to both of them deep down inside...yet they thought the other didn't feel the same and pushed it into the back of their heads.

"I'm right here Chris...I'm not going anywhere..I'll always be there for you.." She says as he listens to her beating heart.

                                                   ~ ~ ~

//Is it wrong that I still wonder where you are?

Is it wrong that I still don't know my heart//

"C- - CCa- -a- -n I h- -have ano- -ther o- -on - one lad?" Y/N asks, her eyes glossy as she slurs off

"Miss...you've already had an unhealthy dosage of - -" The bartender begins

"I'M A LEGAL ADULT! I'M PAYING YOU FOR THE DRINKS! WHAT'S YOUR FXCKING PROBLEM?!?"  She screams at him as she interrupts him

"But Miss..." He begins

"I SAID GET ME ANOTHER ONE!" She shouts over the blaring music

The bartender reluctantly poured out another drink onto her now empty glass...

Y/N looked around as the place blasted off with various songs she could barely recognize. She glared at everyone and everything as she smoothly half emptied the glass of drink.

She gazed around the room to find couples dancing..couple talking..couples kissing.. and making out in their drunk state, but they had one thing in common..They were all happily in love..

She cringed at the word love..she was absolutely disgusted with the feeling.. She absolutely hated it...But deep down inside...she knew she was lying..somewhere down there..

But a part of her sad..and selfish..Why couldn't she have a happy life? Why was it always her that suffered? What had she done to deserve something like this? Why did it have to be her?

She laid her head down in the wooden table in front of her..She softly wiped away the mindless tears that had managed to slip through her eyes, her sobs as soft as mere whispers..

What sort of a therapy was this? Drinking away so as to ease the pain? She knew how unhealthy this was..but yet here she was..doing the same..

Everyone likes things that aren't good for them..or wish for things they could have..

Finding a coping mechanism trying to escape the painfully true reality...Her thoughts wandered around freely and yet again..it all returned to that one person...Christopher...

Was it wrong that somewhere in her heart she still secretly yearned for his presence next to her??

He must have probably moved on...Enjoying his life with those one night stands and hookups..or maybe even better..a steady girlfriend capable of making him feel loved and deserved...just the way like she used to make him feel once upon a time..

She felt her heart beating..Was it even alive after the amount of unspoken pain she was going through? Was it even hers in the first place? The beats were soulless and un-melodious.. What was happening to her heart? Where was the beauty and happiness in it?

Was it wrong she didn't want to move on and put aside her never seeming to disappear feelings apart and grow up?

                                                ~ ~ ~

//Are you all dressed up but with nowhere to go

Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?

Another Friday night tryna put on a show

Do you hate the weekend cause nobody's calling?//

She found herself heading towards her closet as she threw on a fancy t-shirt and a pair of denim jeans as she stopped herself midway..

Weekend nights were always date nights with him...Despite however busy they turned out...they'd manage to spend quality time together..at weird yet wonderful places..

'Y/N get a bloody grip of yourself!'  She mentally warned herself.

She changed back into her pajamas as she sat on her bed, her frame leaning towards the headboard of the bedroom.

Her work for the day was done...She had informed her manager, Charles that she was absolutely exhausted and couldn't manage working any longer that day..

She was tired...absolutely tired mentally..Bottling up her feelings were hard..

Zabdiel had come over to her place every single day and texted her every single hour of the day he could to help her...Just so she could talk it out..

But she just didn't talk anything..She talked about daily routines and anything and everything apart from Chris.

Usually after any break up she had, she would talk things out and cry it out to Zabdiel and he'd console her. But this time...she just couldn't and didn't want to be consoled..as if she wanted to keep cry and keep hurting herself..because deep down inside she still wants him beside her.

But what was she supposed to talk about when she herself didn't know how she felt? How could she explain him a feeling she herself couldn't understand?

She hates crying..Hated crying around anyone..So when the day changes into night and when the world or the city was asleep...she used it as an opportunity to let down her guard down and let the tears fall down freely...

She cried and cried till her heart ached with the familiar hidden pain striking hard with every real tear that slipped down her cheeks.

Weekends were always associated with beautiful memories ever since Chris had been a part of her life..now all that filled her weekends were just tiresome, painful tears and put down her daily facade.

                                           ~ ~ ~

//I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin//

Oh how she hates feeling like this.. But the heart want what it wants.. and that was the feeling of being whole again..and no one was capable of doing so apart from..him...no matter how much ever she tried to deny it..

//Will someone put a little love on me

Put a little love on me//

She felt miserable...Absolutely annoyed, frustrated, stressed and all the negative emotions she had ever experienced in her lifetime washes all over her..all it once..the pain intensifying as every little wasted, endless, lifeless tear washes down her cheeks for the millionth time in the same minute..as she aggressively wipes them off, her cheeks burning and her arms sore from wiping away the still falling tears

Her sobs suppressed yet her heart screamed and ached in pain which mere words could never explain..

//When the lights come up and there's no shadows dancing

I look around as my heart is collapsing

'Cause you're the only one I need

To put a little love on me//

Drinking so as to forget..more like to ease the pain..wasn't a solution. Y/N came home drunk at irregular times mostly drunk at the dawn of every morning. An extremely unhealthy coping mechanism but that was her escape from the real world...

She needed to get back to get back to work..so she tried to relax and calm herself down...she couldn't crawl into a corner and mop about someone who never loved her in the first place..

Taking early morning walks, calm and relaxing music blasting in both her ears as she jogged around a very less crowded park with some shades and a hoodie to mask her identity seemed like a temporary refuge..

She sat down on the bench after 5-6 rounds of her quick walks.

She wiped off her sweat with a towel she had carried in her mini bag as she quickly emptied a bottle of water down her throat.

She leaned behind as she lazily stared at the people who walked by... And all she could see was couples..Old age married happy couples...Middle aged couples with their children.. Just couples in general!

Was it Valentine's Day already? or was she seeing what her heart truly yearned for as she had pictured Chris and her holding hands and walking together...whilst they were dating.

The times they spent together were too good and precious to be forgotten.

Her heart felt like she couldn't take it any longer..she felt her heart shattering slowly but heavily..She bit her lip softly suppressing her pain for the millionth time in the past two months.

The insecurity and longing for him hitting her harder every single time.

                                                ~ ~ ~

//Last night I lay awake

Stuck on the things we say

And when I close my eyes the first

thing I hear you say is

Put a little love on me

Put a little love//

Falling asleep was almost impossible.. He was already a soft sleeper so he most definitely wouldn't be able to sleep with a heavy head and an empty heart.

Christopher changed into some comfortable outfit as he came out the bathroom freshened up...

He turned off the lights..all apart from the lamp that stood on the night stand. Christopher laid down as he draped the blanket around himself, as he forcefully shut his eyes to gain some well deserved sleep.

But how could he when he was in so much pain he himself couldn't understand the reason for?

His eyes snapped open as he laid down in his bed..he stared at the blank ceiling..

He felt so deprived...Deprived in all ways..physically, mentally and emotionally..He was always frustrated, annoyed and always snappy.

He never intended to damage or yell at everyone but...he was just confused and didn't understand what in the bloody world was he feeling?!?

His heart and mind still was stuck on her...and everything she said...And in a flash he remembers all the beautiful memories she and him had shared together...

"Nena smile!" Chris screams as he clicks another Polaroid as she lets out a surprised yell

"Chris..I wasn't ready!" She pouts sadly

"But mi Amol...You always look beautiful..." Chris says as he wraps his arms around her waist

"Chris you are so cheesy!!" She giggles as he picks her up kissing her nose

"But you love me right?" Chris asks laughing

"Of course you dork!" She says as he kisses her

                                         ~ ~ ~

//When the lights come up we're the

only ones dancing//

Y/N absolutely loved dancing.. She'd use any opportunity she could get, she'd drag one of the boys and dance along with them.

Any random song would play and she'd start dancing slowly..urging one of the boys to join...

Richard would volunteer to but Christopher would instantly rush upto her and awkwardly dance next to her.

Her face would instantly brighten up and they'd dance until their feets would give in...They even had an adorable "couple-ish" dance they had devised together.

After they began dating they had begun this sort of unspoken tradition i.e whenever one of them felt sad and didn't want to talk about it..the other would play soft, calm and a sad melody and slowly walk up to the other person and softly begin dancing with them...

"You ready to talk now honey?" Y/N asks as he comfortably rests his head on the crook of her neck as they moved together in sync

"No..not yet..I..I..I jus- -" He begins

"I understand..." She replies interrupting him as his arms wrap securely around her waist "I'm here for you.." She breathes out, Chris's heart clenching at her reassurance as they slowly danced in the silence

Even whether the days were the best or the worst...whether they were the last two people in the world..whether the world hated them..at the end of the day what only mattered was that nothing or no one could change the fact that they were immensely in love with each other, completed each other, accepted and understood each others' flaws and loving them even more...

                                               ~ ~ ~

//I look around and you're standing there asking...//

Chris has had enough! Enough of this endless denial. Enough of being in this confused traumatic state he was undergoing right now.

He just couldn't do this anymore..He just likes her so damn much. Her absence was almost driving him insane. As if, he can't live without her.

He misses sleeping and cuddling along with her..his strong arms wrapping around her petite figure as their breathing synced...

The stolen kisses before any stage performances, random make outs in the middle of nowhere, passionate kisses and just soft pecks..Christopher cherished and wished for all of it back again..all only from her..and her alone...no one else apart from her!

He just wants her beside him..right now..tomorrow and just..forever. He was tired..tired of wasting tears and the unexplained heaviness and yet ironically empty feeling in his heart.

For the first time...He admits. He admits that it was him who was wrong in this relationship.

Admits it was his fault he didn't make her stay. Admits that he was just scared to lose her because she was too precious, amazing and only deserved the best..and he just felt..he wasn't good enough for her.

What if he was good enough for her all the while long? What if he was oblivious to the fact that maybe somewhere after all...Maybe all this while all she wanted was him?

He lied. He lied that he didn't care and it didn't tear him apart to see or rather just merely imagine her in someone's arms...Someone who wasn't him..

Nobody...no one else could compare to how he felt around her..He could never feel whole again without her by his side...his Y/N...She was his all the time..it sounded cheesy and haywire cringy but he didn't care cause that was all he needed was her...

Because at the end of the day he LOVED her...His eyes almost widened at his own shocking confession.

He never thought he'd ever be capable of feeling..not a romanticized sort of feeling...He never thought he could love someone like this..

His eyes swelled up with tears..yet again..for the first time today..honest and non stop tears.

Christopher choked on his own tears as they carelessly fell down as if endless..the ache in his heart worsening with every harsh sob..only this time..they weren't suppressed. He let it out...all of it out..he couldn't bottle up his pain any second longer!

She wasn't coming back...She just wasn't...and there was nothing he could do about it...no tears could bring her back...she was just gone.

"Chris..." he heard a voice barely above a whisper

God...he was going insane...second by second...He was hallucinating. He could almost hear her melodious voice..the way his name slipped out of her tongue..But why couldn't he believe it? Maybe because it wasn't practical enough..something so artificial yet felt real at the same time.

His vision was blurry as he let out painful tears as his breath shorten with every harsh sob...

And all of a sudden, he feels something physical...rather someone hugging him...

"Erick...not now...please leave.." He says, his tone desperate.

"It's not Erick..Wonder Boy..it's me.." the presence replies

Christopher's eyes widened. No one ever called him that except..

He instantly opens his eyes..Brown orbs met (y/e/c). The same orbs he had fallen in love with.. rather the same ones he was still in love with..

"Y/N- -?" Chris asks stuttering in disbelief

Y/N looks at him as her lips curl into a sad grin which was a mixture of all the sadness within her, Her face bearing a heavy, sad emotion...so vulnerable and broken yet she tries to stay strong

"Yes...I know you don't- -" Y/N begins but interrupted as Chris crushed her into a bone breaking hug

"I'm- -I'm sorry babygirl..I really am... It's all my fault...I can afford to live with the fact that I'd never ever sleep with you like that...or not being able to kiss you whenever I need you..but I just need you in my life..as a friend at least...I need you in my life somehow!"  Chris stutters as tears fall down

"Chris... I'm sorry too.. It's- -" She begins as Christopher silences her clinging onto her

They didn't need words...nor any sort of explanation or apologies..They sob quietly in each others arms.. but this time the tears are happy. Just each others' mere presence was all they needed.

"J- -just don't- -Just don't leave me..please...Y/N..." He sobbed as he held her close afraid that if he let her go once more.. she'd disappear forever from his life..

He still had so much love hidden beneath him...and he wanted to shower all of it onto her..and her only.

After a while of mere sobs filling the air she pulls away slowly from the hug as she gazed into his eyes, him mirroring her actions. His eyes held so much love within it...and it was all for her..

"You're the only one I need.." Chris says, never looking away from her beautiful orbs

"Put a little love on me"  She replies

"You're the only one I need.." Chris says again, his tone certain yet shattered

"So put your love on..me" She breathes out as she places her lips on his with nothing but her undying love and passion she forever held for him.

[igotyoukth]

Presents. Hyung Line.

Masterlist.

Seokjin

“This is so embarrassing. Alexa, play Embarrassed by BTS,” rang through your mind. Recreating Alexa memes in your head was the least of your problems, in front of the situation you were facing. 

Jin had announced that he finally managed to buy one of the action figures, he was after for a while. And now he explained you on the phone, how hard it had been to get it using all of his connections. Listening to his side of the story, everything was fine. More than that, you should be happy for him, he sounded so euphoric. 

The only problem was, that you called him to say, that you managed to get the same exact figure as well. Not the fancy way though. You had followed every auction side on the internet, keeping an eye on them, in case someone had the figure you had in mind. And miraculously at the beginning of this week, it had appeared. And so you bid over the piece and won. Or maybe lost, your account was missing a big sum now. It was second hand, but Jin wouldn’t mind, you had thought. All he would use it for was staring at it for a while and wait for it to cover in dust. 

“Babe, are you not happy? Don’t repeat your ‘Action figures are useless’ thing again, I’m too happy for that,” Jin said, after you didn't respond to him. 

“No, Jin. It’s great news, re-really,” you stuttered, still unsure of what to do. 

“But it’s a bummer, that I got just one, you know,” Jin added with a little less excited voice. 

“Why? I always tell you not to be greedy, one piece of useless plastic on your shelf is enough, isn’t it?” No matter how confused you were, you couldn’t give up on ranting on him. 

“Miss Problematic, I’m thinking about my best friend Namjoons, who happens to miss that one piece in his collection,” he mimicked your annoyed high pitched voice. But you weren’t annoyed anymore. You were blissed. The hundreds of dollars you spent weren’t for the cat, like your one weird German friend always said. 

“What will you do, if I solve that problem for you?”

“We did talk about marriage, you are the one opposing it, I’m free this weekend.” Sometimes you regretted joking around him.

“Just make sure you have enough signed albums for me to bribe my colleges, I’ll be fine,” you changed the subject, and explained how you wanted to surprise him with your purchase, but failed, but also not. So he would gift his figure to Namjoon, and gladly accept your gift.

Yoongi

If buying sleep was possible, you would’ve been the first person to do it for him. Or maybe second, because Yoongi would possibly be the first one to do so. He was richer than you after all. Anyways, there was nothing that this boy wished for, as he either didn’t need anything, or was already in possession of it. It didn’t help, that he was quite minimalistic and practical in his way of living. He did smile and shine, when you gifted him decoration and couple items, but now he threatened you with buying you even more useless things in return, like items shown in those tiktok videos. So you were cautious.

“Don’t buy anything,” Yoongi interrupted your whining. 

“Because my existence alone is enough right?,” you asked and pretended to vomit on him. He didn’t even react to it. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” this earned him a kick against the shin,”we don’t need to gift each other anymore.” “Whoa, just be honest and confess you are tired of me already,” you acted as if you were hurt by his words. You weren’t. But acting crazy made him react to you sometimes. 

“I got an idea, how about you stop acting crazy? Great gift! For like a week or so?” Like you hoped, he entirely turned into your direction and tried to act all serious. 

“So you can get bored even more? No I can’t risk that.” You sticked out your tongue. Only Yoongi could sit there and try to analyze your behavior like this. He didn’t label you as just plainly crazy, but tried to understand why you did this. After a long staring contest, he finally clapped his hands and turned back to the notebook in front of him. 

“You already have a present, that’s why you are so bratty,” he said calmly. 

“Is it because you’re a pisces? How do you always know, I don’t like that.” “Bring out the gift, so you can relax.” And with huffing and puffing you stood up and walked to your bag. Like he guessed, you already had his gift, you just wanted to annoy him a bit.Even though it never worked the way you hoped. 

“Here,” you said and put the package under his nose. 

“My girl is so mindful, how did you know I ran out of it?,” he asked, picking up his favorite perfume out of the box. 

“I’m not, you were beginning to stink, that’s it,” you lied. 

“Thank you, then? And you are welcome, for not stinking anymore?,” he said a little unsure. 

Hoseok 

It was easy to make Hoseok gifts. Get into mall, look out for the most expensive store and find the most expensive thing. Easy for the brain, a little hard for the wallet. But it’s fine. You reduced situations for gifting each other down to birthdays. It was fine to spent hundreds once a year. That’s what you told yourself. 

The other way around, Hoseok was struggling enormously. To be fair, he had the money, but the ideas were missing. There was no brand you liked (you cursed way too many times about those capitalists, which included Hoseok sometimes), and you looked like you had everything you needed. In Hoseok’s eyes, it was never wrong to have far more than what you needed, but he didn’t want to buy you things that would age in the corner of your room. 

“Just buy her something she mentioned before,” Jimin suggested,”exchange lists of what you want or something.”

“Is that what you do with your girlfriend?,” Hoseok asked confused. 

“Yea, so we both can be happy,” Jimin answered.

“But aren’t surprises more fun though?,” Seokjin added.

“Don’t start with that shit, Hyung. Not only did your girl get you something you bought for yourself, but you did the same thing for her as well,” Hoseok said, not sure why he was asking his members for advice.

“That’s called fate and love, we just know each other too well,” Jin rolled his eyes at Hoseok. 

“I thought about make-up? Or clothes, she rarely has time to go shopping,” Hoseok voiced some of his ideas. 

“Please, she will say ‘Am I not pretty, do you want me to change?’ if you turn up with those things,” Yoongi said. 

“Hyung, sorry but you are the only one dating a psycho,” Hoseok said. 

“But Yoongi is right though, make-up and clothes are risky, one for her reaction but also you can’t match her taste 100% with those things,” Jin argued.

“Ah! I’ll gift a coupon, a shopping spree with me and I’m buying everything! What about that?,” Hoseok asked his members enthusiasticly. 

“It’s pretty close to my idea, so I like it!,” Jimin said, and the others agreed as well. 

Namjoon 

Namjoon had animals, stars, parts of the moon, trees, hell even whole forests dedicated to him. So maybe some of the oxygen you breathed was his. How could you top that? How could you find better gifts for his birthday, when that boy literally owned parts of the universe? Of course, he had things he was passionate about, things he collected and bought. You couldn’t buy him a whole museum, neither a collector’s piece nor real paintings. But you hoped, that maybe if you created something, maybe he would love it like art on display.

So operation ‘Learn how to get into pottery and create an acceptable tea pot’ began two weeks before your anniversary. Not that Namjoon was a tea person, but he was a person with baby shoes in his studio. That boy only cared for aesthetics. 

And you learned how to be patient with your untalented hands, started growing muscles, and finally created the most asymmetrical tea pot the world had seen. The artsy type of asymmetrical though. And it definitely had character, you like the plain design, and the gold accents you had added to cover up some uneven parts. 

“Babe, this is gorgeous!,” Namjoon said, confirming that you did choose well.

“I’m happy you like it,” you responded, overly confident with how the pot turned out. 

“I didn’t know you could do something like this, babe. It will look great in the studio.”

“How did you know I made it?,” you asked Namjoon, clearly with less confidence than earlier. Because you had thought about selling it as an artist piece, like that’s how pleased you were with the tea pot. 

Noticing the shift in your mood, Namjoon was confused. 

“Is it ugly?,” you asked, when he didn’t respond. 

“I told you, it looks amazing! It’s missing-”

“It’s missing what?,” you interrupted.

“It’s missing a logo at the bottom, babe! Don’t be overdramatic!,” Namjoon laughed. 

[yeet-or-be-hawed]

Golden Sands Arthur Morgan x Reader Angst

Inspired by the lyric “My lover stands on golden sands” from Beyond the Sea. First fic but I had to write this! I hope you guys enjoy ❤️

Trigger warning: violence, cussing, character death

Years after Arthur’s death, Y/N contemplates what could’ve been done had she been just a few minutes earlier.

__________________________________________

“Another.” You tell the barkeep at the Saloon in a flat voice. You watch blankly as he fills another shot of whiskey and pushes it towards you. You can see the concern in his eyes, as you’ve basically lived at the bar for the last week.

“You alright?” The barkeep said cautiously, “I usually keep to ma own business but you’ve outdrank almost all of my regulars, even ol’ Joe over there!”

A man in a corner jolted up out of his drunken half slumber, grumbled something inaudible before slumping back over into a position that you couldn’t help but notice looked quite uncomfortable. “I haven’t been alright for some time now.”

You can feel just with that one simple exchange every damned memory that feels like a dagger in the heart. Unsure of whether it’s being back in Valentine where you met, the booze, or maybe a little of both, you could feel the pain in your chest bubbling and decided a run down saloon in Valentine wasn’t the place to lose composure. You knock back your shot, tip the bartender, and stumble out the doors of the saloon.

It’s been years since you lost him, but no matter how much time passes it never eases the pain. No amount of killing, drinking, gambling, or stealing could take your mind fully off of what happened, off of him. You walk over to the general store and buy as much liquor as you can hold in your satchel and thank the merchant. You couldn’t help but notice the look of concern in his eyes too, and wonder if they looked at every drunken bastard that way. As you walk down the steps and towards your horse, you pull out a bottle of your ol’ reliable. The label on the Guarma Rum has always been the same, tasted the same, and gotten you shit faced all the same, it never changed. You found yourself wishing to live in a world that was unchanging, a world where the ones you loved didn’t leave and you were always happy, but then again you thought, without change you would’ve never met the gang, and most importantly Arthur.

You climb on your horse and as you’re about to open the rum, a shaky voice pulls you from your thoughts. “I-I...I know you!” You turn and see a small man with dark hair, and as you turn you see the recognition in his eyes and it quickly turns to anger. “You!” He spat with a thick Italian accent “You killed my brother!”

“Calm down, partner, you got the wro-“

“I will not calm down! And I know it’s you, you’ve got the same scar down your brow, it’s been years now but I swore I would never forget your face. I held my brother’s dying body after you shot him!”

“There’s your mistake fella, if it was me it would’ve been a corpse in your arms, not a dying man.” And with that, you give your horse a light kick with your spurs and speed off. It’s always better to get away than to risk getting your head blown off by the law or some deranged local. You hear him yelling and cursing you as you go, trying to follow you on foot but he was lost in the dust, and off your mind.

As you open your rum, your mind wanders back to the same place it seems to stay most days. On him. On them. On everything that you’ve been too little too late for. It seems like your entire life has been too late.

Too late to get out of a robbery. This particular robbery went south when you got greedy, you knew you had gotten more than enough but just five more minutes, just one last safe. You laughed at yourself and thought ‘you’ve got this, and you know you’d kick yourself for not hitting that last safe!’

Unfortunately for you, the sheriff had been closer than you expected because by the time you stepped out of the bank your horse was already tethered to another lawman’s horse and you had guns aimed in your direction from all sides. You cursed yourself, you knew better than to get greedy, especially in a new town. You knew you should’ve studied the towns habits closer and kept a better eye on the sheriff, but you were desperate for money, and greatly underestimated the law in this stupid cattle town.

You gave no fight when they took you to the Valentine jail house, where you were put away to rot. The days went by slowly and were very boring. When you tried to strike conversation with the sheriff he would ignore you, and the deputy would antagonize you to the point to where you told yourself if you ever made it out, you would strangle that man. But on the fourth night of your extended stay in Valentine, you were asleep on the cot when you were awoken by a couple of loud drunk bastards that had been arrested. You couldn’t get a decent view with the low lighting, but they were both men, one a lanky fellow, closer to your age and the other a gruff looking man with a beard, covered in dirt and belligerent. You laid back down, and as soon as your head hit the pillow, one of the men spoke to you, “heeeeyyyyy pretty lady,” he was so drunk his words feel out of his mouth clumsily and elongated. He surely wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

“I’m trying to sleep, mister.”

“Arthur...the names-“ he stopped mid sentence to vomit, unfortunately right into his friend’s shoes.

“Damn it Arthur, my shoes! Maaaaa shooooooeeeesssssss” the younger man jabbed him with his elbow then started laughing, obviously as enebriated as Arthur.

“Lenny Lenny listen... I’ll buy you some shoes. Nice shoes! Does the lady like shoes?” Arthur was so drunk he swayed as he spoke and as he swayed you could see more of him in the dim lighting, you had to admit he was pretty cute. Thus sparked interest, and the pair of you talked most the night until he passed out mid sentence, unable to hold back the drunken slumber. That night changed your life forever, because when Lenny and Arthur were released Arthur demanded to pay your bond to your extreme disbelief. At the time he said it was for keeping him entertained for the night, and you believed him. He invited you to join his gang, and you accepted as you had no where better to go. This was perhaps the only time in your life being too little too late worked in your favor, the other times weren’t at fortunate.

Too late, when you and the gang were cornered by the Pinkerton’s, Hosea held at gunpoint. Even though you were a fast draw, you still weren’t fast enough to shoot that damned Pinketon that killed Hosea.

Too late, when you saw Kieran leave camp, you debated chasing and offering to go with, if you had seen him just moments before, maybe you could’ve stopped the O’Driscolls from beheading him.

Too late, when things went south in Saint Dennis, and you made it to the docks just in time to see it pulling away, with Arthur aboard.

Too late, when you had to watch Arthur’s condition slowly worsen to tuberculosis. This one hurt you considerably, knowing full and well if you had gone to Strauss just a few minutes before Arthur, it would’ve been you going to Downe’s ranch.

Too late, for the worst day of your life. Too late, catching John on the road after everything went awry, asking where Arthur was, and he pointed to the mountain. You were riding your horse harder than you ever have, and your heart dropped as you heard the single gunshot. ‘Let that be a hunter,’ you tell yourself. ‘Let that be a misfire, let that be anyone other than Arthur be shot. God please let him be okay.’ Your blood runs cold when you see the body lying lifelessly on the ground. “Arthur!” You scream, holding back your sobs and you jump off your horse and run to him. You stop dead in your tracks when you see his face. The eyes you could get lost in for days were closed, the hands you held were cold, the lips you kissed were bloodied, as was the hair and beard you loved to absent mindedly play with. And his beautiful, lovely face, the face that melted your heart and taught you to love, was made ugly with a bullet hole and fresh blood. You couldn’t hold back your sobs any longer, and you cradled his body close to you, praying it was some god awful nightmare and you will wake up any minute next to him, but it wasn’t a dream and again, you were too late.

Too late, after Arthur’s death it was your one and only goal to make Micah pay for what he did to you, what he did to Arthur. For stealing the only good you had in your life and turning it foul and empty. Never in your life have you felt more rage than the day you tracked his gang to the top of a snow covered cliff. You were suspicious when no one was around to stop you, but you told yourself they must be out working a job, and you would be there when that rat bastard returns, to send him to Hell in the worst ways imaginable. It wasn’t until you saw him there, dead for days with a dusty layer of snow. Years of pain and anguish come all at once, and before you could stop yourself you let out a cry of fury and unload all of your bullets into his face. Tears streaming down your face, you look down at the sight you thought would finally make everything better. Micah, cold and dead, his face no longer recognizable from the bullets you unloaded into his head, but your bullets weren’t what killed him, and you felt no better, if anything you felt worse. Too late, to take revenge for everything good that was stolen from you.

At this point, you were slammed to say the least, you reached into your satchel and to your disappointment, it was empty. Looking up, you realized where you were and tears instantly welled up in your eyes. You didn’t know if you subconsciously led your horse here, or if God had given you a devine coincidence, but you found yourself at Horseshoe Overlook. Most wouldn’t recognize it from any other grassy area in the woods, but you had too many memories here. You drunkenly stumble to the spot Arthur set up camp. After you joined the gang, he always made sure your tent was near his. Something shiny poking out of the ground catches your eye, and you pick it up. You let out a soft sob, it’s an old bottle of Guarma rum. You sit down on the ground where you think Arthur’s bed would’ve been and think back to one of your fondest memories.

Not long after joining camp, there was a celebration for a man named Sean that had been rescued. Arthur walked up to your tent with two beers in his hand and held one out in your direction, “we’re throwin’ a party tonight to celebrate ol’ Sean bein’ back, why dontcha join the fun, and have a little drink?”

Arthur was already drunk, but not as drunk as the night you met. You laughed, “Okay Mr. Morgan fair enough, but I’ve got my own drink of choice.”

Arthur let out a hearty laugh, and you didn’t know why but it caused you to blush furiously. “Oh ho now, and what’s the lady’s drink of choice?”

“Guarma Rum, the best there is!” You proclaim as you pull it from your bag.

“Makes sense a girly girl would be drinking a girly drink.” He teased.

“Oh really?” You challenged “how about you and me have ourselves a good ol fashioned drinking contest with my liquor of choice, and we’ll see who the real girly girl is.”

He lifted an eyebrow up at you and stuck his hand out for a shake. “You got yourself a deal, Y/N! I hope you know what kinda trouble you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“Oh, I think you’re the one who’s in trouble Mr. Morgan.”

You chuckle as you recall how drunk he got, and started flirting with you, whispering drunk nothings in your ear, before he passed out, head straight in your lap. “Looks like I win, Arthur.” You said to him gently, stroking his hair. He grunted, and was out like a light.

Hands shaky from liquor and sadness, you hear a slosh inside the bottle, and to your surprise there is just half a chug left. Wiping the tears from your cheeks you take the last swallow of the rum, and even the sweetness of the liquor isn’t sweet enough to take the sour taste of sadness off your tongue. You watch the sun set in the distance, and let yourself fall into an alcoholic slumber.

You are awakened by the sound of a shotgun cocking, and shoot up, instantly regretting moving so fast as your head was swimming. The small Italian man was now standing above you, hate shining deep in his eyes.

“You thought you could get away didn’t cha?”

“I-I-“ you stumble still drunk, but before you can say anything else, you hear the gun fire, and see the blood start leaking from your chest, and everything goes black and cold.

__________________________________________

Everything around you feels warm. A warmth you’ve never quite felt before, yet still feels familiar. You can smell lavender fields and hear the chirps of spring birds in trees, but wait, wasn’t it late fall? And why are all of your aches and pains gone? Everything from the dull pain in your lower back from riding so long down to the old bullet wound you had from a bar fight about a month ago.

Bullet wound. Your eyes fly open and your hands immediately go to your chest, you’re memories flood back, a drunken pitiful night and an angry man. An angry man with a shot gun. Your eyes are fuzzy and it’s hard to see, everything is shrouded in golden light, and as your eyes begin to focus, you notice your shirt is as crisp and clean as the day you bought it, no bullet holes. You stand, hands still at your chest, and look around. Youre on a beach, waves lazily washing upon the sand, and a figure-no, a man. Your chest tightens as your eyes focus. Those shoulders, those arms, and as he turns, you feel the first bit of joy you’ve felt since the day he died.

You break into a clumsy dash across the sand, and fall into his arms. Looking up, you see his smile, and kind eyes, just as lively and bright as the day you met. Gone were the bags under his eyes, the sickly pale look of his skin, and the haggered breathing. “Hey darlin’, I’ve been waitin’ for ya.”

More tears fall from your eyes onto his smooth skin, once again the healthy sun tanned color you knew, and he held you tight, and you finally feel safe again.

He pulls you away and looks into your eyes, those stormy blue eyes looking right into your soul and loving every piece of it. “Welcome home, pretty girl, we’ve missed you.”

You both turn, and there further down the golden shore was Lenny, Hosea, Ms. Grimshaw, Kieran, and Sean. You reach for Arthur’s hand, and remember what true happiness and family feels like after being without for so long. Finally, you’re home.

[holographic-chogi]

Protector pt.5/?

Author: holographic-chogi

Pairing: fem!reader x stray kids

Warnings: guns, swearing, and violence. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Part 5 is finally here! My computer survived the war! All is well! Thank you to everyone who deals with my random upload schedule, I promise it’ll get better soon. Also! Appearances from Triple H. I know they aren’t technically a group anymore BUT CUBE CAN PRY THEM FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS. Also I wrote Hyuna with such intense dom vibes lmao, but like, anyone who’s seen Roll Deep will get it.

Summary: a virus has wiped out most of humanity, and society has collapsed. People survive in groups where they live in constant fear and a struggle to survive. Women were the primary victim of the virus, leaving few behind. You are one of the few, kept in secret since the beginning. However, you’ve just been caught.

Masterlist

The day had finally come. The day of the monthly meeting with Jaebum and his crew had finally arrived. Everyone had spent the morning loading and prepping the truck, some more quickly than others. While Felix had spent what felt like hours hauling sacks of produce onto the truck bed, Hyunjin simply dropped off the the skins and meat in one solid trip. The group had the uncanny ability to make you feel calm in nervous situations, but you could still feel anticipation growing beneath your skin.

Moments later, Hyunjin is setting up targets near the fence. It became a ritual for you to watch as he practices his aim. Usually you sit nearby, keeping him company or complimenting his shots. He usually did this much later in the day, so you figured he must be trying to fit it in while you’re here.

You head over and plop down beside him, sitting in the grass as he stood beside you, crossbow in hand. “Hey Jinnie.”

He shoots, hitting the first can in amongst eight others. “Hey. You feeling okay?”

You nod, keeping an eye on the next can. “I’m doing good. Thanks for keeping me occupied.”

He hits the second can and smirks, “It’s for me too. I got all used to you keeping me company during practice.” He shoots again, hitting the target. “It’ll pretty boring without you now.”

You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks, “You could just ask one of the other guys. I’m sure Jisung will have tons of free time while I’m gone.”

He looks at you from the corner of his eye. “He isn’t you, trust me.”

Your breath hitched. These hints of subtle intimacy were not uncommon for Hyunjin, but you had yet to get used to them.

He lowered the crossbow and looked at you. “Why don’t you give it a shot? Wanna try the crossbow?”

You smiled from ear to ear, you’d been waiting for that offer for quite awhile. You shook your head no, before answering, “I’d rather use the bow.”

He cocked an eyebrow in curiosity, before leaning over to pick one of his bows from the pile beside him. “Are you sure? The crossbow would be easier.”

You shook your head again. “Not for me.”

You stood beside him, and slid an arrow into place, inhaling as you closed one eye, lining up your shot. Little did he, or anyone here for that matter, know, your mother was a survivalist. She was paranoid about the apocalypse long before it reared it’s ugly head. By extension, you were truly a skilled marksman, with a few other skills up your sleeve. It’s been a minute since you’ve had access to a bow, so you’ve had your eyes on Hyunjin’s collection for awhile.

As you exhaled, you released the arrow, hitting the can at the center of it’s label. Hyunjin placed his hands on your shoulder to turn you towards him. Once your gaze met, you could see his eyes, wide from excitement. “That was great! Hitting on your first try? You could probably learn to shoot in no time!”

You hadn’t seen this much enthusiasm from the man since you’ve been here, and you wanted more. Not to mention, that comment about “Learning to shoot” had sparked something in you. Bold of him to assume you weren’t better at it than he was.

You pulled out of his grasp and faced the targets again. A smirk crept onto your face as you readied the next arrow between your fingertips. Showtime.

You shot four arrows in quick succession, knocking the remaining cans down, before turning back to Hyunjin. His eyes were wide, and his mouth had fallen open from surprise. Gathering himself, he turned to you. He spoke in his signature, calm tone.

“You’re gonna start hunting with me after you get back. There’s no way this talent is going to waste.”

You shrugged. “Good luck convincing the others.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Doesn’t matter what they think. They don’t control you.” He paused for a moment, before leaning back down to rummage through the pile. “Can you handle a firearm?”

You nodded. “I know my way around one.”

He sat back up, a silver revolver with a reddish brown handle in his palm. “Take this with you. You’re more than capable of protecting yourself, don’t let those idiots out there tell you otherwise.”

You smiled softly at him, “Thanks Hyunjin. I’ll see you in a couple days.”

In the distance, you heard a truck starting, and the sound of Chan calling you name. With his eyes still on you, Hyunjin placed a hand on your shoulder. “See ya in a couple days.”

It took a moment for you to get used to the wind, as you’ve never ridden in the back of a truck before. Amongst the several sacks of food and supplies, a little area had been cleared out, with a few blankets and pillows laid out. It was just you and Felix in the back, the two of you huddled under the blankets surrounded in a few books and your respective backpacks. You’d made sure to keep yours out of the way, since it contained the secret revolver that Hyunjin had given you. You hadn’t told the others because you already knew what their reaction would be.

Felix was curled up next to you, his head resting on your chest and his limbs tangled with yours. He claimed it was for “warmth”, but you knew he was just in a cuddly mood. Behind the wheel was Chan, and Changbin was in the passenger’s seat. The truck couldn’t fit much else, so it was just the four of you going. Besides, they needed as many people as possible to manage things back at the farmhouse. Jisung had originally wanted to go with you, but he had to stay back to cover Changbin’s guard shift. Better believe he threw the biggest fit about it too.

A soft snore escaped Felix’s lips, pulling you from your thoughts. His faded, orange hair was messily sprawled across his face, due to a bump you’d recently hit in the road. You stared at him with a smile and leaned down, moving the strands from behind his face and tucking it behind his ear. Your smile grew as his face was revealed, he had been smiling slightly in his sleep. He was undoubtedly the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. He was wearing an oversized, fleece sweatshirt, that when wrapped around you felt like you were being held by a cloud, and even though you’d found the warmth excuse he’d made earlier to be quite amusing, you couldn’t deny that he kept you warm.

Without much thought, you looked up at the front of the truck. Chan was focused on the road, whistling something under his breath. Your gaze moved to the right, and you spotted Changbin staring down at Felix, a scowl on his lips. His gaze flitted up, and you locked eyes for a moment. You just stared in curiosity and Changbin blinked in shock, before whirling back around his seat, pretending to pay attention to the road.

Eventually, it began to grow dark. You had first noticed this while reading to Felix (who was still fused to you), when the words got harder and harder to see. Felix insisted you stop, upon noticing you squint.

“You can finish reading me the chapter later, I don’t wanna hurt your eyes.”

You ruffled his hair. “I’m fine Felix, but sure. We’ll finish it later.”

Felix grinned, “Promise?”

Chan shushed him from the front. Felix looked annoyed, but when the two of you looked up, his annoyance faded into worry. Chan and Chanbin were looking out the window anxiously, trying to get a better view of something. You squirmed from Felix’s grasp and looked over the edge of the trunk. You didn’t see much, besides an abandoned shack a little far off. You looked back at Chan to make sure you were seeing the same thing.

Felix sat up too, worry lacing his tone. “Chan, what’s wrong?”

In response, Chan turned off the headlights and stopped the car, taking a deep breath. “Changbin saw lights on in that building a bit ago. They just turned off.”

Changbin added, “This is JYP territory. We’d know if someone was staying there.”

Chan looked back at you, clearly trying to seem calm. “They could just be squatters.”

“That’s the best case scenario. Be ready for anything.” Murmured Changbin.

Felix and you sat next to each other, simply watching as Chan and Chanbin continue their hushed conversation. Wordlessly, Felix took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

You looked up at him, and he murmured, “Everything’s gonna be fine. Those two are badasses. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you while they’re here.”

You squeeze his hand back, grateful for the reassurance. You sneak a glance at your backpack, planning silently on how to get it out if you need it. Truthfully, you were worried about Felix. In his mind, he was a protector. In reality, he had very little combat experience, and was actually the one in need of protection. You knew he was rusty.

Chan leaned back and looked at Felix, “You come with me. Changbin’s gonna stay with Y/N.”

He nodded before letting go of your hand, replacing it with a pistol, and hopping over the side of the truck. Changbin simply pulled a rifle from his lap and positioned it out the window. The two of you watched as Felix and Chan disappeared towards the shack.

It had been a few minutes, and you anxiously tapped your feet, willing them to come back soon and safe. The grump with the rifle sighed, “Stop it. You’re distracting me.”

You huff. “We should be in there, helping.”

He opened his mouth, about to argue back, when the sound of a gunshot blasted in the distance. You both jump at the sound, and dread seeps into you. Who just shot that? Who was on the receiving end? You scramble over to your bag and begin to fish around for the revolver. You cursed yourself for hiding it at the bottom. Upon finding it, you tuck it in your pants and leap over the side of the truck, ready to bolt towards the house. Before you can move a foot, you feel a hand grasp your forearm, keeping you in place. You whip your head back to face Changbin, ready to snap, but stop when you see genuine concern in his eyes.

“Y/N. Do you have the gun that Hyunjin gave you?”

Your eyes narrow, “How do you know about that?”

“I just do.” He pauses, “You shouldn’t go in there. I don’t want you to go in there.”

You were growing frustrated, every second you wasted here was another that Chan or Felix could be bleeding out. You shot back with venom in your tone, “Why do you care?”

His gaze faltered for a moment, and you weren’t sure, but for that moment he looked almost...hurt. But then he narrowed his eyes, becoming as cold as before. He dropped your arm and spoke in a low tone. “I don’t. Go ahead.”

You froze for a second, staring at him. He had distracted you for only a few moments before you whip around, and begin tearing towards the shack.

You tunnel-vision towards the door, barely noticing your surroundings as your legs carry you as fast as they can towards the front. You skid to a halt, and you find your speed from before is gone. You’re terrified. Not knowing what’s behind the door, your hands shake as you reach for the handle, then you take a breath and push it open.

Directly in front of you, completely oblivious to your presence, is a man hastily throwing things into a suitcase. You can see the panic on his face as he trembles, scrambling to find various necessities for some unknown, urgent reason. Was the gunshot his?

You take a step forward, and a large creak sounds from the wooden floor. He spins to face you, his straight, blond hair sticking to parts of his tear-soaked face. At first glance, he didn’t seem too intimidating. He was certainly more scared than you were, and his freckles and messy hair reminded you of Felix. You spoke in the most intimidating voice you could manage.

“Where are they?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, “I d-don’t know.”

You took another step forward, hand resting on the handle of the gun still tucked away. You may not even need it. “Tell me where they are!”

His eyes shot open and he put his hands in front of him in surrender, “I don’t know w-what’s happening. P-please don’t hurt me.”

You gaze softened. There’s no way he did anything. He’s terrified and clueless. There must be other people here. You began to move your hand away from the handle when you felt a click next to your temple.

“Don’t. Move.”

You heart sunk, and you held your breath, body frozen in place. You were so focused on the scared, blond guy that you hadn’t noticed someone else enter. You could feel the metal from the tip of the gun press into the skin on your forehead, sending a chill throughout your body.

The person spoke again, it was a woman’s voice. “Put the gun on the floor. Nice and slow.”

You moved your hand back to the gun and slowly took it out, leaning down to set it on the floor before standing back up. You gaze flickered back to the guy. The fear didn’t seem like an act, but relief was clear in his face. He hiccuped, still recovering from his previous crying fit. “H-hyuna...I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was anyone else…”

You heard her voice from beside you, “Shh...Hyojong, it’s okay. Get behind me.”

As quickly as she spoke, he scampered behind her, leaving you to stare at the wall. You tried to push it away, but you could feel the panic rising. Your knees were weak, and your hands shook at your sides. The woman named Hyuna spoke again.

“Turn around so I can see you.”

Slowly, you turned towards her, praying that she wouldn’t shoot you. When you finally stood to face her, you could see brilliant orange curls framing her face and shoulders. Her large brown eyes stared into your soul, and everything about them screamed “Danger”. Despite this, you gathered the courage you had, and stared her down. “Where are my friends?”

She narrowed her eyes at you, pulling the gun away slightly, though it was still pointed at your head. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.” and without taking her eyes off you, she addresses the frightened man behind her, “Hyojong, did Hoetaek come inside at all?”

He shook his head, “I haven’t seen him. She’s the only one to come in before you. She doesn’t know anything either.”

Your eyes widen as she cocks the gun, her gaze growing dark, “She’s no help then. No point in keeping her alive.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lip, bracing for impact. Many faces flash through your head, faces of family, new and old friends, the group you were growing to love….and Jiho.

You could feel tears begin to gather at the corners of your eyes as the realization hit you. If you die now, that prison was the last time you’d ever see him.

And for a reason you can’t explain, the image of Changbin staring at you with that hurt expression, just before he released your arm, was stronger than all the others. Why him? Why should you give a shit about him?

And then you heard a bang...but you felt nothing. You heard Hyuna shrieking in front of you, and your eyes fluttered open in confusion. Hyuna laid crumpled on the ground, clutching her calf as she hissed in pain. Hyojong had his arms around her, muttering nonsensically in a reignited sense of panic, tears bubbling in his eyes and running down his face.

In slight shock, you look around quickly, only to see Changbin standing a few feet away, with your revolver in his hand, still pointed at Hyuna.

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, BREE! You’ve been accepted for the role of BIANCA. Admin Rosey: I think the first thing that came to mind was how powerfully you captured Bunny's voice, Bree. You. Absolutely. Killed it. Your plot points built upon one after the other which shows how you plan to lay the foundation for her and force her to grow, no matter how much she kicks up her heels about it. It can be difficult trying to force a character like Bunny to grow without taking away from what makes her so intriguing and fun, but wow. Am I so very glad to have her added to the ranks, ready to bring us chaos and absolute ruin. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Bree.

Age | Twenty.

Preferred Pronouns | She/her.

Activity Level | I’m studying engineering and running collegiately, so the short answer is that I’m not entirely sure. The long answer is that my activity will ebb and flow depending on my schedule; some weeks are easier than others. But I’ll do my damnedest to be around, even if that means firing off ugly-formatted replies on mobile (or having Rosey or Kiersten format them for me… we’ve done it before).

Timezone | CST.

How did you find the rp?  | English class my senior year of high school, with the help of Rosey (no, seriously). I’ve been watching from afar, and I couldn’t stay away.

Current/Past RP Accounts | here, here, and here

In Character

Character | Bianca; Bernadette “Bunny” Dupont

What drew you to this character? | Well… originally, I wrote her. But since that sounds like a cop-out and I can never pass up the opportunity to wax poetic about one of my literary children, I’ll bite. ;)

She’s a piece of work. No, not that kind of work, not artwork—given her art forging expertise, that would be a cliché, and neither I nor Bunny are particularly fond of those. I mean that she’s single-handedly both the easiest and the most difficult character I’ve ever written and, I might argue, will ever write. Self-absorbed and yet oddly self-aware, vulgar in the delicate way only someone with a face like hers could be, and so tenderly cruel it’s endearing—she’s awful, but writing her has never been an inkling as heavy as writing equally diabolical characters has been in the past. She’s somehow able to be a light-hearted character in an environment where that sort of label tends to be reserved for characters like Maeve, all flower petals and naivete and ripe for the slaughter—without encompassing any of that. I don’t know, maybe it’s her youthful appearance, maybe it’s her love of candy and strawberries and her tendency to act so much like a child, or maybe it’s that careful balance between what she appears to be, what she’d like to be, and who she is, but she manages to check off some boxes that appear at first glance to be mutually exclusive. She lacks any concrete ambition outside of being revered, yet she possesses the potential to climb, to do some terrible things, because of that unfocused ambition. Her selfishness makes her a target for manipulation while being an avid manipulator herself. Her priorities are bottoms-up and she’s hardly got what most would call a good head on her shoulders, but damn if she isn’t a coquettish kind of cunning.

I thought I wouldn’t even know where to begin, but I’m having trouble finding where to end. The point is, I love this little brat.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | Where do you see this character developing, and what kind of actions would you have them take to get there? 3 future plot ideas would be preferable.

Piss off, Picasso: It’s only fitting, I suppose, that a little girl so proficient at mocking her sister (and her friends) behind her doting parents’ backs should grow up and learn to put that art of imitation to good, more mature use in the mob. She’s got it all going for her, really; wealthy upbringing, an eye for detail, and a shameless disregard for plucking coins from the purses of others to feed her own greed—what could go wrong? Plenty. And while I’d definitely like to explore the aftermath of what might happen if she got sloppy and was found out, she’s got her fair share of trouble on her plate right now with her—er, bad publicity. So first, I’d like to see her do well. I’d like to see her get overconfident, make connections, be successful. Once she’s finished throwing her little tantrum about my next plot idea, she’ll probably be inclined to hone her skills, sell a few more paintings to get out of the hole she stumbled into. After all, respect isn’t earned in Bunny’s world; it’s bought.

Paparazzi: It’s not what it looks like. Come on, he isn’t even that cute. Bunny’s moment of weakness, if it can be called that, presents obvious potential for her to either pull herself up by the bootstraps (imagine) or dig herself even farther. This might be the first time she’s gotten into any real trouble, especially the kind that Daddy Dupont couldn’t fix, and she’s not going to handle it well. But her knee-jerk reaction should make for good comedy and some even better plots. How far will she go to prove that she’s still just as loyal to the Capulets as she’s always been (which is to say, not particularly?)? What other mistakes can she make? It’s time to get her pretty little hands dirty, I think. She’s too proud to ask her sister for help, but all bets are off when it comes to Cyrus. Hell, maybe even her connection to Boris can come into play here (counterproductive, probably).

This Is What Makes Us Girls: The relationship Bunny has with Maeve and Juliana is one of my favorite parts about her, because it’s one of the best means for me to flesh out and play with all of the different sides of Bunny. They’re a pretty integral part to the image she keeps up—both that of a dignified daughter and a girl still steeped in candy-lacquered youth, and it’s for that reason that her secret dislike/jealousy of them both is so… telling? Bunny’s conceited, sure, but she is—at her core—insecure. And insecure people—insecure teenage girls, although she’s aged out of that territory—do pretty terrible things. I want to explore the dynamic within this friend group. I want to see her sabotage something important to Juliana. I want to see her have Maeve do her bidding, see her put her friends in harm’s way. Betrayal doesn’t always call for bloodshed; sometimes cutting deep doesn’t call for a knife.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Eh… as much as I’d love to give the usual “yes, give me all the angst,” I’m not really sure that Bunny is the type of character whose death will serve a purpose/further the plot, to be honest. Only the good die young, and she’s anything but.

If at any point the plot calls for it, we can talk about it, but I don’t foresee her developing in such a way that I’d suggest it.

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona? |

That’s a stupid question, she thinks, smoothing out the hem of her skirt and settling contentedly into the plush armchair, half-business and half-play. It’s a copout, almost—the daytime equivalent of asking someone’s favorite color in truth or dare. It’s a wasted turn, a missed opportunity. If she wanted to write love letters to the streets of Verona, she’d pick up the noble art of journaling.

In any case, the answer was most certainly a harrowing tie between her clawfoot bathtub and the half of her king-sized bed farthest from the window—but that sounded so infantile even she might’ve quirked an eyebrow at such a response. This, she realizes, is what it’s like to grow older: to make terrible small talk over lukewarm tea and lie in more dignified ways than she had in her youth.

(She’s twenty-one years, two months, and three days old. This is middle age. This is melodrama.)

“There’s a little candy shop a few blocks from the foot of the Castelvecchio. Their chocolate-covered strawberries are to die for.”

What does your typical day look like?

She likes this one—likes the way it sounds like a question straight out of the magazines she reads in her near-infinite free time, all gloss and understated glamour. In fact, she’s spent a perhaps embarrassing amount of time crafting responses to such a question in the event that she were ever asked, and although this isn’t exactly the avenue she’d had in mind, it’ll do.

Let it never be said that Bunny Dupont cannot compromise.

“I like to wake before the sun,” she lies elegantly, matter-of-factly, knowing damn well that just this morning she’d slumbered until noon but eager to portray the image of a young woman with her shit thoroughly together. The corners of her pink lips turn up in a smile, as if the very thought of a sunrise sways her to cliché thoughts of new beginnings and second chances, of the kinds of phrases befitting the tacky dollar-store decorations Maeve collects like an old man does stamps. How very carpe diem of her.

“I wash my face, have a cup of tea, and try to get a bit of reading done.” When she puts it that way, it sounds quite a bit more like a sophisticated heiress devouring novels in the early morning light than the slightly-less-respectable-but-nonetheless-true alternative of a troublemaker surveying last night’s damage, pastries piled with whipped cream within arm’s reach.

“I like to meet my friends for brunch. Juliana and I are regulars at The Phoenix and the Turtle,” she says delicately, deliberate with her inclusion of the Capulet girl’s name and her exclusion of any others. “I’ll paint a bit in the afternoons…” The little blonde trails off, green eyes darting about as if calling the remainder of her routine to mind. The truth is that she’s already grown bored, and perhaps that’s her own fault; it can get exhausting, pretending to be responsible, truly exhausting—but playing pretend is too fun. “And home for dinner, always.”

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

She twirls a strand of cotton-blonde hair around her finger, a coy display of sheepishness befitting a schoolgirl. What was her biggest mistake? The question demands a certain sort of humility, a level of introspection and honesty she’s never had the need to stoop to in all her years as the Dupont family darling, and if she were a tad less shameless it might even be a little—what’s the word?—unnerving. There was a reason she’d been dutiful enough to go to church on Sundays with her father but had avoided the confessional like her mother avoided carbs, and that reason had nothing to do—okay, fine, but only a little— to do with an aversion to being on her knees.

But she’s nothing if not an opportunist, a performer, and she treads the line between timid and cruel when she remarks, “I held a Montague boy’s hand once. Went home and went through two bars of soap.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

“Firing a gun,” Bunny admits, leaning in as if to let the intern in on a secret, “It’s harder than I expected. “Pulling the trigger, I mean. Takes a bit more pressure than they show you in the movies.” Leave it to her to turn such a grim discussion to something a bit less uncomfortable, a bit more palatable. Leave it to her to dodge the—well, difficult—questions. When have you failed? When have you struggled? How have you grown?

In two words: she hasn’t. (In another two: not yet.)

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

Lingering in the air like her favorite perfume was a rule oft-spoken and waiting to be broken: no politics, it’s simply not lady-like. Her father’s banks backed the Capulets, and where the money went, the Duponts surely followed. For all her selfishness and disdain for anything which drew the attention away from her and her needs, Bunny Dupont understood the necessity of these things—of petty grudges and not-so-petty crimes—for people like them. Wars, even wars like these, needed money: a lot of it.

“I don’t feel I know enough to say much about it,” she says carefully, the gleam in her green eyes looking more like a trick of the light and less like a clue. “I only wish there weren’t so much blood.”

Why? It left a nasty stain.

Extras: If you have anything else you’d like to include (further headcanons, an inspo tag, a mock blog, etc), feel free to share it here! This is OPTIONAL.

Headcanons:

When she was little, she wanted to be an actress or an only child: the former, she told her parents, and the latter, she told her sister.

Her hard liquor of choice is vodka, the flavored kind—the sweeter, the better. She’s mastered the art of taking shots of it with a straight face after many years of practice.

Strawberries are her favorite. Chocolate-covered, in champagne—you name it.

In high school, she got her kicks by scaring off boys who approached her to get a leg-up on wooing Juliana. So many potential suitors shot down, convinced that Cosimo would have them shipped off to some foreign land without their heads or their manhood.

Once, she promised Maeve she’d get her crush to ask her on a date. She was only half a virgin after that. He never called Maeve.

She’s a Gemini (May 30th).

[marvelmadam08]

Uncle Fury

Part of 100 days of Marvel

Prompt 96: In my defense, I was bored.

Synopsis: Fury takes over looking after his niece (Jennifer) once her mother refuses to bail her out of trouble (again)

Warnings: Captain Marvel spoilers!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE YET! You have been warned. And swearing.

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"I need to know what the hell is actually going through your head." Fury shouted "Honestly, this behavior needs to stop. One of these days no one is gonna be there to bail you out of trouble. Keep pulling these stunts and in a few months they’ll be sending you to big girl jail, and not those little detention centers."

"You sound like your sister." Jennifer slouched further into the passenger seat of her uncle's car

"Your mother is trying to look after you, and you aren't making it easy for her." Fury attempted to get a quick glance at her, but he kept his eye on the road instead. No point in trying to help if they got into a car accident.

"Then she should send me to live with my father."

"Jenn, you know good and well that’s not an option. You and your mother need time to cool off, otherwise a lot of ugly words are gonna get said.”

"So where are we going if you aren’t taking me home?"

"Work, that thing that adults do during the day."

"You got me from the police station to take me to another police station?" Jennifer asked "What the hell Uncle Nick?"

"Watch it with the attitude. I need to finish some paperwork, which would’ve been done if it didn’t have to pick someone up on the other side of town. When you get in here, you keep your head down and don't wander off." Fury pulled into his assigned parking space, Jennifer followed alongside him to an elevator “One last thing, call me Fury when we get inside.”

“Uncle Fury?”

“Just Fury.” he continued to face the back of the elevator

Jennifer looked over her shoulder in time to see the wall slide up, revealing an office floor with people sitting at desks or their heads buried in files while they strolls the aisles.

“You guys watch Star Trek way too much.” she muttered, still trailing behind her uncle “Is your partner here? I like him, did he lose an eye too? Maybe a hand? You never did say how you lost your eye anyways. Was it a knife fight?”

“Something like that.”

“Fury, there you are.” Coulson approached the two of them, a friendly smile appeared on his face when he noticed Jennifer “Uh oh, what trouble did you get into this time?”

“I might’ve gotten caught selling fake IDs.” 

“Fake IDs? What happened to changing grades on report cards, forging signatures?”

“Keep up Coulson I haven’t done that since I graduated. I need to expand my skill set, and in my defense, I was bored.”

“Don’t encourage her.” Fury said to Coulson “What’s going on?”

“Pierce wants to see us.”

Fury glanced over at Jennifer then pointed towards his office. “Wait in there, don’t come out and don’t touch anything.”

“Is Goose in there?” Jennifer’s eyes brightened

“Don’t touch Goose.”

“Oh c’mon, she’s the only cat I’m not allergic too.”

“Don’t. Touch. Goose.” Fury narrowed his eye at his niece

“Yes Uncle Fury.” she moped off to his office. Goose popped up from her bed in the corner when Jennifer walked in and strolled over behind Fury’s desk, going through the desktop and opening the pinball game. “Don’t touch anything, don’t wander off. Don’t forge signatures on legal documents. People over thirty are such a snooze fest.”

‘You’ve got mail.’ the notification binged. Jennifer clicked on the email icon, pausing when it asked for the password. 

“As if.” Jennifer’s fingers sped across the keyboard, bypassing all the security questions and opening up Fury’s emails. Goose watched up from the floor.

“Uncle Nick hoards emails, big surprise.” she scrolled through the endless unopened emails when another notification went off labeled ‘SHIELD INTEL’. She clicked on it without a second thought.

Multiple windows popped open on the screen, a few mentioning a possible known location for the tesseract and someone named Carol Danvers. Jennifer, fully interested, skimmed through all of them, ending on something called ‘The Avengers Initiative’.

Goose hopped up on Fury’s desk, sitting in front of the computer screen, blocking Jennifer’s view.

“C’mon Goose, Uncle Nick says I can’t play with you.” she moved Goose down from the desk, only for her to hop back on “Fine but if I get caught I���m blaming you.”

A small choking sound came from Goose “Please don’t throw up on Uncle Nick’s desk.” Jennifer looked around the room for a towel as the choking got more intense “Oh gross.”

Goose let out one final hack before coughing up a large glowing blue cube. Jennifer eyes got huge, jumping back and forth between Goose and the cube.

“What the fuck?” she jumped up from the chair and ran out the office “Uncle Nick!”

[elcorhamletlive]

fandom: Marvel Ultimates ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark tags: Established Relationship/Tooth-Rotting Fluff/Cuddling

As soon as the door opens, Steve is already regretting it.

“Hello, darling,” Tony says, walking inside in slow, relaxed steps. He takes off his coat in a smooth movement, hand reaching to loosen his tie. It’s hard not to watch, not to feel enthralled by his casual elegance. It’s different from his usual performative flippantness. There’s nothing rehearsed about it – it’s softer and warmer, though still graceful, made even more mesmerizing by the thought so few people get to see it.

On Steve’s lap, the package feels clumsy and heavy, poorly made with its boring, plain paper.

“Hi,” he mumbles, hands tightening around it. It had been so hard, to think of something Tony could want. He had spent days uselessly looking at outrageously priced watches and social shoes that all looked the same to him. He wanted something that Tony could actually use, something he didn’t have yet.

A wool scarf, then, seemed like a good choice. Steve learned knitting at school, for the troops; then, at war, he mostly used it for code messages. In both instances, it had been a simple, functional thing. Though the process was delicate, the soldiers didn’t care about how their socks or tactical orders looked like: they cared about the practicality, about whether it would keep them warm or fool the enemy side.

Steve has always been good with practical things. He had thought he could make something actually comfortable for Tony to wear, something warmer than his usual flashy clothes.

(He wants Tony to be warm more often. At night, in bed, he can sometimes feel him shaking, and he can pull him closer, hold him. During daytime, it’s harder to muster the courage, and he doesn’t like the thought of Tony shivering. He just doesn’t.)

Now, though, the logic seems silly, falling to pieces little by little. If Tony wanted a wool scarf, he’d already have one – Tony could have any scarf money could ever buy. Besides, nothing Steve could make would ever come close to the elegance and opulence of something Tony would actually wear.

Tony kicks his shoes off, and Steve briefly considers giving up the idea entirely.

It’s not even the right day anymore – he completely missed the actual date, too focused on work to even remember. To be fair, Tony didn’t seem to care, just wrapping his arms around him and whispering my valentine on his ear when he got home. There had been no gifts or celebrations, which Steve appreciated, but the syrupy, warm tone of Tony’s voice on his ear travelled through his body like it did every night, and he had felt so warm and comfortable, in Tony’s arms when falling asleep, that it made sense to think of something, anything to give him in return.

It had taken him weeks, because he kept undoing it and starting it over, frustrated with his clumsy stiches and unable to pick a color. He had finally settled on a blue, because it reminded him of Tony’s eyes, but now, even that feels like a bad decision – he can’t remember the last time he ever saw Tony actually wearing blue, and, damn, Tony would want his clothes to match, wouldn’t he?

“So glad to see you’re home,” Tony says, turning and walking towards him. Home sends a rush in Steve’s chest, an impossible word that seems to only take shape and feel real when out of Tony’s lips. “I could’ve sworn that meeting was never going to end.” He sits by Steve’s side, hand cupping his face, pressing a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth. Steve swallows. “How was at Shield?”

“Fine,” Steve grunts, still a little dizzy from all the sudden contact. He’s supposed to be getting used to it by now, after almost a year, but it’s still overwhelming sometimes, that affection that Tony gives so casually, so easily, although he’s done nothing to earn it. It’s so simple, and it feels so good, to have Tony by his side, all light touches and kisses. He’s warmer than he’s been all day, and it wasn’t a cold day.

He tries to think of something to say – something to explain the package, or to bring up the topic, or even to excuse himself and throw the damn thing out the window before Tony notices it – but it’s hard, with Tony right next to him, curling up by his side. His blue eyes stare at Steve with nothing but peace, body utterly relaxed, as if he’s been waiting to do this all day, and he looks so unbelievably beautiful every single one of Steve’s words die on his throat, too weak and simple for everything he’d like to say.

He ends up grabbing the package and practically throwing it at Tony’s lap.

“Here,” Steve says, in guise of explanation. Tony’s expression is puzzled. He takes his head off Steve’s shoulder, straightening his posture.

“Is that for me?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes. His stomach is clenching in anxiety, which is ridiculous – it’s just a fucking ugly scarf, Tony knows so many people, he’s got to have gotten worse gifts before. “It’s, uh. A bit late.”

Tony’s eyes widen as he looks at him. “Late?” Then it seems to dawn on him, slowly. “Is that… Is that for Valentine’s Day?”

Steve nods sharply, crossing his arms in front of his chest and staring forward.

There’s a moment of silence.

“Steve,” Tony’s voice sounds softer, almost like a whisper. “You didn’t have to…”

“Yeah, well,” Steve interrupts, unnecessarily harsh to his own ears. “’s nothing fancy, so don’t expect much.”

Tony doesn’t say anything, and the anxiety in his stomach is too much for Steve, so he finally turns to look.

The package is on Tony’s lap, and he runs his fingers over it, unwrapping it without ripping off the packaging. Tony’s hands are always precise, but now they seem slightly shaken, and he carefully folds the wrapping paper. He places it next to him on the couch as if it doesn’t belong in the garbage bin. Then he looks at the pile of blue fabric and Steve’s stomach clenches more.

It’s not even the right shade of blue, he thinks, bitterly. It’s too light. He couldn’t even get this right.

Tony holds the scarf on his hands. He unfolds it slowly, running his fingers over the fabric with an unreadable expression. When he gets to both ends, he flips them carefully, as if searching for something.

“You made this,” He says, finally, and Steve’s heart sinks when he realizes he must’ve been looking for the brand label. Tony spends so much money on him, so freely - how cheap it must look, that Steve couldn’t even actually buy him something.

“You,” Steve stutters. “You don’t have to wear it.” He manages, feeling defeated. Tony’s eyes are still focused on the scarf. In his hands, the stiches that previously seemed fine now look rougher than ever, and Steve can’t look at him, turning his gaze downwards, face burning. “It’s… Like I said, it’s nothing fancy.”

For a moment, Tony doesn’t answer. Steve feels a knot on his throat. He knew it wasn’t the best gift, but he’d thought Tony would at least pretend, give him one of his characteristic smiles that didn’t reach his eyes, maybe joke about his knitting abilities before forgetting the scarf on the bottom of a drawer.

Maybe it’s for the best, Steve thinks, as the silence lingers. It’s not right, for Tony to keep… humoring him, out of some sense of obligation, or – the thought sends a sharping pain through his chest – pity.

Tony is still in silence. Steve clenches his fists. Maybe Tony finds it amusing, to keep him waiting, like a cat playing with his food. Steve buries his fingers deeply onto his palms, fighting the impulse to just snatch the damn thing off Tony’s hands and leave.

He thought it’d match his eyes, he thinks, pathetically.  He thought…

“Steve,” Tony calls.

Steve swallows – get a grip, soldier – before raising his head to look at him.

Tony’s holding the scarf with both hands, fingers tightly clutching it against his chest. His eyes are impossibly bright, almost as if – as if they’re wet, and he looks at Steve with something so strong and so wonderful Steve forgets how to breathe.

“Darling,” Tony says, and his voice is fragile and choked up, but there’s a smile on his lips, small and light and full of wonder. One of his hands let's go of the scarf and grabs Steve’s wrist, raising his knuckles to his mouth, pressing a light – so soft, so gentle – kiss on Steve’s skin. “It’s beautiful.” He raises Steve’s hand and ducks his head a little, nuzzling onto Steve’s palm, the smile stretching over his lips, brighter than the sun. “Thank you so much.”

Steve’s head is spinning, lost on the joy and fondness all over Tony’s face. “Really?” he asks, a bit embarrassed of how insecure it sounds, but it’s impossible to think enough to control it, with Tony looking at him like that. “You like it?”

Tony’s smile shouldn’t be able to get bigger, but it’s what it does, so wonderful and happy in a way Steve had never seen him. “I love it.”

The weight of the words seem to make something explode inside Steve’s chest, and he knows his hand must shake against Tony’s cheek. Tony blinks at him for a few moments, eyes teary and beautiful, before he turns his face again to press another kiss on the inside of Steve’s wrist. His expression grows a little more serious, and Steve wonders if he’s not the only one, if Tony is also hearing love on his head in an endless echo.

“Well,” Tony says, taking a sharp breath, composing himself. “I should try it on.”

He wraps the scarf around his neck with slow, reverent movements. Steve watches the way his fingers touch the wool, so delicately. Long, clever fingers he knows so well.

“What do you think, gorgeous?” Tony bats his eyelashes at him playfully, grinning when Steve flushes. It’s been a year, and those eyelashes still get to him. He forces himself to shrug.

“Looks good,” he says, because he can��t quite put it into words, how it makes him feel, to see Tony wearing something he made. Even in the fancy knot, it’s undeniably homemade, the wool a sharp contrast to the expensive fabrics Tony usually wears. But Tony’s grin is so bright, and he keeps running his hands over the scarf’s ends, as if he can’t bring himself to stop touching it, and Steve’s heart rushes at the sight. “At least it’s gonna warm you up a little. All that flimsy stuff you wear, it’s a miracle you don’t catch a cold.”

“Such a mother hen,” Tony says, but his voice is warm and delighted, and he slides onto Steve’s lap, arms around his shoulders. He presses a kiss on Steve’s cheek, cupping his face. Steve lets his hands go to his waist, pulling him closer.

Tony sighs, melting into the touch, resting his head on the curve of Steve’s neck. He’s so warm, and Steve wants to say it feels so good, to hold him like this, to have him, but the words get caught up on his throat.

“So sneaky, too, Captain,” Tony’s voice is lighter, hands running over Steve’s back in delicious, relaxing circles. “Making me think we weren’t doing Valentine’s Day just so I wouldn’t shower you with presents. Although I suppose nothing is stopping me now.”

“You don’t have to give me anything,” Steve whispers, because Tony gives him so much, all the time. Even now, he’s already giving him more than he ever allowed himself to dream with.

“Oh, but I want to.” Tony raises his head, blue eyes staring deeply into Steve’s as he smiles lasciviously. “I want to give you so, so many things.” Steve flushes, and Tony presses a peck on his mouth – then another, and another, kisses growing deeper between whispers.

“So sweet, darling,” Tony mutters. The praise makes Steve’s heart flutter, Tony’s voice going through his body like a sip of hot chocolate. “So beautiful.” He pulls away from a deeper kiss, leaning his forehead against Steve’s temple, breath uneven against Steve’s skin. “Can’t get enough of you.”

The words echo between them, meaning too much in so little, and Steve tightens his grip on Tony’s waist, because he just can’t, can’t be like him, can’t make the words come out that easily. Tony leans into the hug, body relaxed over his.

They stay like this for a while. Steve focuses on Tony’s breath, on the way his chest moves up and down, on the smell of his cologne. It still feels unbelievable, that he can have this. That this is his.

“I had no idea you knit,” Tony says, after a while.

“We all learned in the war,” Steve replies. He feels Tony’s hands on his hair and can’t help but close his eyes. “Don’t do it much nowadays, though. ‘s why the stitches are a bit rough.”

To his surprise, Tony pulls back, raising his head to stare at him. “They’re not rough,” He says, face surprisingly serious before breaking into another slow, fond smile. “They’re perfect.”

Steve huffs out a chuckle. “They’re not perfect.”

“They are,” Tony leans over, pressing another kiss onto Steve’s mouth. “Absolutely,” Another. “Perfect.” Another. “Don’t you dare badmouth my present. My fella made it,” He says, drawling my fella out in a delighted voice, and Steve is giggling a little into the kiss now, feeling warm all over. “And therefore it’s perfect.”

Steve’s smiling ridiculously, now, but Tony’s lazy grin against his mouth is worth it. He leans back on the couch, feeling his soft kisses all over his face, closing his eyes. He feels relaxed like he hasn’t been in weeks, like he didn’t even know it was possible to feel.

“Do you want to go to bed, darling?” Tony asks into his ear, and Steve shakes his head slowly. On his lap, he feels Tony shifting a little, maneuvering their bodies so they lay down on the couch. “Okay. Be right back, sweetheart,” He whispers, kissing Steve’s forehead and lifting himself up.

After what feels like too much time, Steve feels Tony’s body cuddling against his again, a blanket covering both of them. He feels the silky fabric of Tony’s pajamas and smiles. Tony curls up on top of him, resting his head on his chest. Steve caresses his hair, feeling the short dark locks between his fingers, running his hand lower, to Tony’s neck.

Tony’s still wearing the scarf. Steve feels like floating.

“Did you, uh,” he starts, a bit hesitant. He’s half-asleep, now, and he feels like he’s dreaming, but it’s still incredibly hard, to muster the courage to ask. “Do you really… Love it?”

It’s a cowardly question, loaded with so much more meaning than it lets on at first, but he knows Tony gets it, and he – he wants to know, wants to hope, wants to…

Tony shifts a little over him. “So, so much, darling,” he whispers, voice warm and wonderful against Steve’s ear, and Steve’s heart turns elastic, bounces around on his chest, swells and hammers against his chest all at the same time. “You have no idea.”

Me too, Steve wants to say, but the words won’t come out, even now. It’s ok, though, because Tony’s voice is so honest, so sincere and loaded with feeling that it feels like he knows, how much it means.

Steve wraps his arms around Tony’s waist and presses a kiss on top of his forehead.

He’s gonna make him a pair of socks next.

[shadowfang951]

Descendants Hades x Abby oc

"I'm back" Abby, a beautiful woman with red hair, red eyes and a purple beanie walked down the steps of Hades lair. She walks over to where Hades is relaxing in his chair before leaning down and kissing him on his forehead. The man hums contently and takes off his sunglasses.

"How was work?" He watches her put a few things down before she comes back to his chair.

"Good. Just as boring as ever." The tall man looks her up and down.

"New outfit?" Abby smiles, looking down at her cream t-shirt, blue skinny jeans, and combat boats. A black sweater wrapped around her waist.

"Yep. I'm glad you noticed. You like it?" She steps back and twirls a few times. 

"Yes, actually I do." The god stands up and walks to her. He gently grabs her waist pulling her into him. He sighs while placing his chin on her head. 

"You know how I feel about you going out there alone." The woman rolls her eyes pulls herself from his grip.

"Oh, stop it Hades I am perfectly able to protect myself. Besides I wouldn't mind staying with you, but unfortunately, you only have enough room for one here." Hades looks around his underground home. 

"Right. Were you planning on going out again?" Abby shrugs.

"Perhaps I mean I do have to get your food since Celia isn't here to do your bidding anymore." The man nodded.

"Then I'm coming with you." The redhead made a sound between a sigh and a groan.

"Fine. Not like I have much of a choice." Hades smirked while wrapping his arm around her once again. The pair make their way out into the streets and alleys of The Isle of the Lost, Hades arm never leaving her waist. 

They spend a good few hours shopping and buying a few things they find in the small stands and shops. It was fun except for the fact that everyone looked so afraid whenever they walked by. She knew why. It was because Hades had tried to escape only the day before. He had attacked the popular VK's who lived in Auradon but had been pushed back by Mal. 

Another thing that made the day interesting for Abby was the fact at how easily Hades got jealous. He was tense the entire time, glaring at anyone who looked in their direction. He even started growling at people making them scurry off faster than they already were. It got so bad that the woman in his arms shifted herself, slipping an arm under his jacket and rubbing his back over his shirt. This action proved to be quite effective because Hades almost instantly calmed down and went back to glaring at everyone. It was easy to see he didn't get out much. 

After their little outing, the couple returned to the lair. Abby put their bought items away, Hades having returned to his chair with a sigh.

"Geez, you need to get out more." The god didn't respond but only grunted. The redhead walks over to him, placing her hands on her hips. He looks up at her for a second before quickly grabbing her and pulling her into his lap. 

"Aww is someone attention deprived." Hades rests his head on her chest, nuzzling her slightly.

"Shut up." He lets out a sigh as all his anxiety from the day fade away as he inhales the smell of his girlfriend. His body relaxes finally and he begins to fall asleep. Abby smiles down at the man gently combing her fingers through his hair. She always felt so special to be able to see such a man in his current state. Only someone who he greatly trusted could see him like this. Someone he cared for. But before she can think too much on it she falls asleep.

After about an hour Abby wakes up. Hades is still sleeping peacefully against her and she goes back to stroking his hair. Once again her thoughts wandered, this time to Auradon. She sighs. 

"Something on your mind." The woman holds back her surprise and shakes her head.

"Don't worry about it." She reassured.

"I'm worried about it," Abby smirks.

"I just wonder what it would be like to live in Auradon. It looks so nice." She felt Hades huff into her chest.

"I don't want to, they're probably all snobs." The redhead snorts at his response.

"But your daughter's there. Is she a snob?" The tall man doesn't respond.

"Someone's coming. Go on now." Abby pouts when he shoos her away but she does what he says and she hides behind a curtain yet makes sure she can see everything. 

The woman watches the interaction between father and daughter with a happy smile on her face. She knew they wouldn't be able to keep away from each other. Abby knew Hades loved his daughter he just didn't know how to show it. 

After Hades gives Mal the ember and both girls leave Abby comes from her hiding place. She walks up to the tall man gripping his arm.

“I'm proud of you. And nice number, let me guess you were just trying to spend more time with her.” Hades shrugged.

“It worked didn't it.” The redhead woman smirked.

“Indeed it did.” The man leans down and kisses her forehead. She, in turn, wraps her arms around him and they cherish the loving embrace.

"How do you think she'll react to me?" 

"We'll see when she meets you." Abby huffs and looks up at Hades.

"She could have met me just then but you wanted to hog her, meany." The redhead pouted up at him.

"Now now no need to be bitter I have a feeling you'll meet her eventually and she'll love you." The man gives her a reassuring squeeze.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Hades captures her lips in a kiss, washing away all her doubts.

Not long after that Abby decides to head home much to get boyfriends protests. She wished she could live with him but like she said before there was no room for her. She didn't want to sleep every night on a chair.

The next morning Abby made her way to the lair like she did every day after work except today she was lucky to have the day off. When she turned the corner the woman froze in her spot when she saw a car labeled with the words Auradon Guard on it. She suddenly became very afraid, hiding back around the corner just as a group of men walked out with Hades in shackles. The redhead stands there unable to bring herself to step forward and say something and stop them. She was no match for all those men. 

Panic rose in Abby's chest as the car started driving away. Frantic, she ran after it, trying to keep up the best she could. Eventually, they came to the bridge where they opened the barrier and slipped out, Abby just missing the barrier as it shut. She banged her fist on the magic screaming for Hades. 

Why had they taken him? What had he done wrong? Was he going to leave her here? Alone? People stared at her as she slid to her knees but they didn't help her. It was everyone for themselves on the Isle.

It was hardly an hour later when the car returned. Abby had gone back to Hades lair and she wandered hoping he would come back sooner than later. She watched as the men undid his cuffs before driving away. It was when the car disappeared Abby stepped out from where she was. The tall man turns to her, a slight smile on his face. The woman takes a few tentative steps toward him before breaking into a run. She throws herself into his arms, mumbling how worried she was into his jacket. Hades hugs her and nuzzles the side of her head. He knew she would be worried.

"I'm okay." He said one they released each other.

"What happened? Why'd they take you?" Abby grabbed his face making sure he's okay.

"Mal needed my help." He grabs her wrists, bringing them away from his face.

"What? Why?" The woman was surprised. Hades shrugs

"Breaking a small curse on one of their own." Abby was now confused.

"What?" She questioned.

"Yeah apparently one of them got a hold of Maleficent's scepter." Woah that was not what she was expecting.

"Wow." Why were they having all the fun?

"Yeah, all was well but in the end, I still got sent back here." The redhead patted his arm.

"But here is where I am." Hades smiles at her knowing full well that he would be empty without her by his side. "Come on, let's go back inside." And she knew it too. 

A couple of days pass and Hades and Abby both know something has happened when light floods the normally dark lair. When they get outside they can see the blue sky and brightly shining sun. Not a grey ugly cloud in sight.

"Hades what? What's going on?" Her eyes glued to the beautiful sky.

"I don't know. Let's go find out." The man grabs her hand and they walk toward the entrance to the Isle. When they arrive they see the barrier is gone and a gorgeous bridge stretching to Auradon. Nothing was stopping them. The pair saw many Isle residents making their way across the bridge cautiously.

"Well, shall we?" Abby looked at Hades, surprised. "You always said you wanted to get off this damned island." She smiles.

"Yeah let's go." Hades grabs her waist and they begin to walk across. As they near the other side a head of bright indigo hair stands out near the bridge. Hades let's go of Abby giving her a reassuring look as they walk closer.

"Am I invited to the wedding?" Mal and Ben turn toward the man. Ben looks terrified while Mal laughs and runs up to her father, hugging him. When she lets go she turns to look at Ben who isn't sure what to do.

"I'm sure you'll two will be very happy together." Mal goes to hug Ben and the boy looks at the god a hopeful look in his eyes. Instead of a kind face, he is greeted with an intense one. Hades gives the boy the 'I'm watching you' gesture and Abby chuckles behind him.

"Come now Hades that's hardly needed." Abby decides to make her appearance stepping up next to her boyfriend and wrapping her arm around him. Mal turns to the new voice and gives the woman a look. 

"Who are you?" Abby holds out her hand.

"I'm Abby your father's girlfriend." I hope you don't mind." Mal stares at her for a split second before her face breaks into a smile.

"No, I don't mind." Mal pulls the woman in for a quick hug before going off to celebrate with her friends.

"See I told you everything would be fine." Hades squeezed her and kissed her head.

"Wow, this place is amazing. I've never seen so much excitement." Abby's face was bright and excited at everything around them. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"Welcome to our new home." The god gestured to all of Auradon that sat in front of them.

"I love it." Hades hums and gently grabs her chin pulling her in for a kiss. "And I love you." 

[sentofighta]

modern verses for [ EINAR ]

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Basic:

name: einar vilho

age: 24

status: single

occupation: cat cafe owner

family: parents. Uncle [Gustav]

resident: second floor flat [lives with his uncle]

cafe location: first floor flat (to his residency), near the local high school, across a flower shop, next to a maid cafe.

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Background:

Einar is the only child for his parents. Being the only kid, he was raised in a good moderate lifestyle condition. As he grew up, he took more interest in cats. He would forget himself whenever he spots a cat. He wanted to raise one but sadly, his father was allergic to them. His father did his best to take medication, be away as possible from the cat when he adopted one for Einar but no use. His father would stay sick for several days until his mother kindly explained that the cat is no good in the house as long as his father gets sick. Einar was not a spoiled child, he personally went back to return the cat but his mother stopped him. She gives him another suggestion ‘why not give it to uncle and every now and then you can visit him?’ the idea was perfect!

 Einar already goes to visit his uncle on summer vacation since he is an ex-soldier who lives on his own. Gustav declined to live with the family saying he got used to being alone and having people around is actually taxing for him. More to say, he is afraid of his own trauma and nightmares. How can he explain he cannot sleep for days to a kid like Einar? For Einar’s sake, he refused to stay with them. So, Gustav lived on his own because it was hard for him to find someone who would accept a broken man like him.

Immediately, the mother calls her brother and asks if they can keep the cat, [ Vitalis] V for short, with him. At first, Gustav said he remains in his antique shop on the first floor so taking care of a cat might be hard for him but he thought about it for a bit and agreed. It is the first favor Einar asks him for (more like his mother but) so he felt like he should act like a good uncle and be there for his nephew. Later that day, Einar with his parents travel to the part of town where Gustav lives in and drop Vitalis to him. Einar was emotional to leave V alone but he gave Gustav the ‘I know you will keep him in good shape’ kind of look, filled with trust and love. 

Since that day, Einar often gets home pretty much late because he travels to his uncle to check on V but with time he got accustomed to not having the cat around and focused on his study. 

Graduating from high school, Einar decided to move into his uncle’s place. He is not a kid anymore and he understood that his uncle needs someone to be with him despite how he says he is perfectly fine and does not want anyone to ruin his ‘party time with the ladies’ His parents supported his decision even his mother thanked Einar for trying to stick with her brother. Gustav was against this because he didn’t want to take responsibility for Einar but he found the boy in the apartment with his stuff whether he liked it or not. Gustav was upset but came around it once Einar lightened up the lonely atmosphere he lived in. The boy kept talking about what he is going to do now he graduated from school, and how much he Vitalis..and him, too. 

Einar enrolled to uni in the upcoming months in physics major. He was smart so he could not just enroll in anything that does not interest him nor pose a challenge for him. Einar did his best to complete his study in a short time. Ironically, he had a hunch that he was not going to work using his degree but find something...for him.

The reason Einar chose to run a cafe, to begin with, is to give a place for people who need a place of their own. A place they can eat, relax, and wind up from their hectic life. A place that can have the things they love--cats! as well as food of course and a good drink. When he was a student, he had to go back home or the uni library to study and honestly, with time, you get bored and mundane. If there was somewhere he could have went to that could provide some peace and entertainment at the same time for him. So, the cafe idea was something he thought about and prepared from it before his uni graduation.  

Running a cafe was not as easy as it sounds. Einar had to take a couple of workshops, between his classes. on how to run a business in order to know the ins and outs of such business. A fool would just dive right in business without looking at from different angles. Seeing that he could startup with a small shop, not extravagant, just ..a home-y like a shop as possible.  

As someone as anti-social as Einar, running a cafe sounds so out of character but he thought about his passion for cats. Any job beside this does not allow him to have enough time to be with his uncle and raise cats. So, in the truth, he just wanted a place he can feel comfortable working in, with his own rules, around cats, and pay well. He wants to be the boss of his own work and not working under someone.

The cafe’s location is Gustav’s old antique shop. Gustav gave Einar the place as a gift since he only opened the shop to fill his time which does not require moving and serving. Einar at first did not accept but Gustav insisted. He told him that a cafe on the first floor is a great idea since they can make sure all cats remain in one place and not constantly move them around from the house to the cafe if Einar decided to buy a new shop somewhere else. In name, Einar is the manager but on papers, it is Gustav because Einar wanted Gustav to feel he owns something and not feel he just rob him from his shop and home. 

Once the cafe was furnished and cats were adopted, Einar opened the cafe doors at the age of 22. As for its name, he reluctant wanted to give it a name but as a property, it had to be named so he left that part for Gustav who named it [Cake and Nyan] partly to get Einar to say ‘nyan’ every time he had to introduce the cafe. Einar was pissed off by the name but it was his fault for letting Gustav name it when he knows he would cook up something dumb like that. The fault is all his. But gradually he ignored it because it was easy for people to remember especially it was a hit for the schoolgirls who liked to ....play dumb and say it over and over in front of his shop while doing the ugly hand movement. As for the logo, his mother scribbled something for him after hearing about the cafe name. It looked silly but Einar accepted it. The cafe for Einar is created by all his family efforts.

The cafe when it started, it only had about 7 tables and the longish counter for customers to sit if they just want to drink and not eat something. As for the cats, there were about 12 of them. It was hard to adopt that many at first but he had the passion to impress the cat care center to let him adopt them all at once. The breeds were different going from Scottish folds, ragdoll, birman, chartreux, munchkin.  

After a year, the funding was not bad to increase the space, tables, cats and even hire a worker to help with cleaning and serving. Essentially, the cafe is the help yourself kind of cafe because einar was not keen on going around tables to get their orders so there are food containers/boxes to the right side where food is neatly and hygienically preserved and the customer. Customer is to choose from which box they want the food by writing down on a paper and then when they finish their orders they leave it in a tiny box and einar comes to pick up the papers and deliver the food based on what is written in the paper. Gustav was and still against this kind of system because it does not allow Einar to talk to people but enforce his ‘I don’t care’ attitude more but he can’t help it. 

Cafe layout (under construction because what is drawing a blueprint?)

From the left to the right:

Food sample corner.

This corner where food is presented, Einar makes sure to change the menu every day to give the customers a variety of choices. The presented food is actually plastic well made by one of his university acquaintances who knew of his little business endeavor. Each box is labeled with number and letter, in total there is 20 box. 10 are light meals, 10 are the snacks and sweets. Each box contain 3 items with (a,b,c) letters. For example, box 3 contains [(a) fruit salad, (b) steak, (c) vegetable soup ] so if a customer wanted steak they will tick down on box 3, letter b and write a number of serves, for one person, two etc, as well tick down the table number. the paper is placed in a box on the counter. Einar will prepare the requests shortly and bring them later on to the table.

Tables area:

Customers can sit there if they don’t want to sit in the Cats area to eat then walk around. 

Kitchen:

Off limit to customers, only workers can be there.

Counter corner:

Customers can sit there too especially if one person on their own comes and just want to enjoy a cup of coffee or tea. Einar often the customers on the counter by talking with them though not quite often especially when he does almost everything on his own.   

Couch:

Another comfortable place for people to sit down and watch the cats. Einar might allow customers to nap if there are not many customers around. But that is a rare case.

Cat area:

Filled with all sorts of cats toys, feather, wands, puzzle, electronic, sleeping bags, climb stairs, scratchers, etc. Anything you can imagine for cat entertaining is there. 

Take pic corner:

Is a corner dedicated to customers to take a picture with their favorite cat. Since taking pictures and filming is banned inside the cafe, this is a way for customers to get a chance to take a pic using the cafe polaroid camera. 

The cafe is open at certain hours, depending on the cats actually. The whole theme is for people to sit down and enjoy the company of the cats so if they are asleep and tired people will get bored. So, the cape is open at 7am and closes at 12pm. Cats at this time, eat their second breakfast and tend to sleep. Plus, at this hour, people are still at work so not that many come over and even if someone does, they are either asked to come back in an hour or Einar will let them in if they don’t cause much noise. 

The cafe reopens after 2pm till 7pm which usually most shops around closes. After 7, some students come over to study especially who want to have company are let in because they usually just sit in a corner and mind their business while watching tired and sleeping cats laying around, minus the hyperactive ones. However, Einar might not let them in every time, depend on his mood (and how they can convince him.) 

After the remodeling, Einar gets more cats to have in total 25 cats in there and he is planning to get more different cats. of course, each cat has its own name engraved on a cute stylish collar so the customer can converse with the cats and call them by their names. 

Gustav occasionally comes to play his guitar every now and then and sing if he feels like it, which is often a very popular segment in the cafe, most customers find it lovely to hear live music in the cafe.

List of the cats, names, types and personalities.

The new cats are generally younger than the previous dozen.

Einar remembers every cat names and what they like to eat and what they hate. He often encourages customers to feed the cats the things he personally gives them to bond with the cats. Female cats wear pink collars and Male cats wear Blue collars. A sign in each corner to remind customers that there are cats with disabilities and they should take note of that. Also, how to handle the cats if they don’t know what they should do. Instructions of some sort. Also the list of the cat’s names so customers can know the cats without looking at their collars. Regular visitors often get special treatment like they can take more pictures, eat the special dish for that day, etc.

Einar is very, very adamant about the rules in the cafe. 

no recording whatsoever, or taking pictures. (unless it was for a good reason like report, newspaper, school project, etc.)

hit a cat, and you are banned from sitting one foot in here after being personally kicked by einar.

do not be rude to anyone in here

the cats for everyone, do not monopolize a cat UNLESS the cat prefers you

do not feed the cats!!!!! DO NOT! 

no fights inside the cafe

no date quarrels in the cafe

bathrooms are not for lovemaking

keep the place clean or you will be banned from coming in

Do not sleep in the cafe

and of course, do not try to steal a cat

verse tag: ⌈⌈verse[modern cat cafe]. (einar)

more information when verse is developed!