#i have only two hands and a couple braincells

[featherdusterbelphie]

i have a bunch of college projects i need to do (some of which are way overdue the deadline ughhhh. darn you procrastination and my shyness !!)

but here's the thing

my brain wants to draw feral himeru, write a sci-fi stsg x reader fic, and an om apocalypse au fic w solodeus and mmmm

[nanamis-angel]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 ♡︎

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ you and megumi have been dating for nine months. you're happy. he's happy. you're perfect for each other. the only issue? he craves affection and he's not sure how to ask for it.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ megumi x fem!reader, shy megumi, fluff, very very slight angst, cuddling, yuji and nobara mention (they share one braincell).

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 1.4k

𝐚/𝐧 ৹ sorry I haven't written in a while, i'm currently on vacation and haven't been writing. this was in my drafts so I figured I'd post it. I'll be back soon with some more. I hope you enjoy! hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y

You and Megumi had been dating for quite a while now. Just two weeks ago, you had your nine-month anniversary together and you were the happiest you had ever been.

The relationship was very low-key. PDA was almost non-existent—the most he’d ever do in public was hold your hand and even then, he kept his hands to himself most days.

Affection was present in your relationship but you mostly had to ask for it. He’d give it to you without a second thought but he rarely initiated any form of affection besides a few hugs or kisses here and there.

To be honest—it bothered you at first as you believed it was something about you that made him not want to be affectionate but then you realized it was just hard for him to show physical affection because he never really knew how. He was an amazing boyfriend—he just had some struggles.

You were fine with this now and it didn’t bother you, knowing that he still loved you very much.

But what you didn’t know was how badly this affected Megumi. His fear of initiating physical affection was eating him alive from the inside out.

Megumi had a lot of emotions—believe it or not—but he didn’t know how to handle all of it so he just shoved it all down where nobody could find it. He never learned how to deal with any of it so it seemed like the only quick solution.

His mother passed away at a young age and affection or even emotion (besides anger, disappointment, or his father being unamused) was not common from his father and stepmother. Growing up he got the occasional pat on the head or a hug from Gojo and his older sister Tsumiki tried her best to show her love for him when she could—but that had ended all too soon.

He would never admit it but he absolutely craved affection—specifically from you. The poor boy was so touch-starved. His heart soared whenever you asked for a hug or to lay down together. And it tore away at his heart how badly he wanted to ask you for love but for some reason, he was scared to do so.

But one thing about Megumi was that he was persistent and he was going to get through this and overcome his anxiety one way or another. After all, you were already his girlfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

Right now, you were on a walk with him, Nobara, and Yuji. Shoko had insisted on the four of you going out and getting some sun and none of you were about to argue with the intimidating school doctor so you all quickly got out there.

You walked alongside Megumi while Nobara and Yuji goofed off a couple of feet ahead of the two of you, not paying attention to either of you at all. Megumi quietly walked with a stoic expression, keeping his hands in his pockets. He had barely said anything but that’s because his mind was racing.

You didn’t mind it at all as long as you were with him. Megumi’s gaze kept flickering down to your hand, which was at your side as you walked. He wanted to just reach down and grab your hand tightly but something stopped him. Why? He had no idea.

You were his girlfriend, he had held your hand before and nothing happened. So why would it be any different now? Anxiety over simple things never made anyone think sensible thoughts. But it was enough to make him nervous to simply reach out and grab your hand.

And the worst part? You had no idea. You simply kept walking with a big smile on your face as the two of you walked together.

Before he could stop himself, he just took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your hand rather abruptly, not saying a single thing as if trying to ignore what just happened.

You were a little stunned—just because it was so sudden. And he had just grabbed your hand rather than lacing his fingers together with yours or something like that so you looked at him with a little bit of confusion. “Megumi?” You asked.

Noticing your eyes on him, he just avoided eye contact, feeling his cheeks heat up for some reason. All he was doing was holding your hand! Well, more like gripping it at this point.

“You don’t have to grip my hand like that, I’m not going anywhere.” You chuckled, trying to make him loosen up a bit so you could intertwine your fingers with his. Really, you were just glad that he was holding your hand and had done it himself.

Megumi didn’t reply but his grip loosened up so you could intertwine your fingers with his, properly holding hands now. You gave his hand a little squeeze and a reassuring smile. To be honest, it was really cute to see him like this but you weren’t going to say anything about it and just decided to leave it as it was.

Holding hands—it was such a simple thing but Megumi’s heart felt like it was racing. He was proud of himself for initiating things but boy was his heart pounding.

But feeling his skin against yours was so nice; feeling the warmth of your hand against his, it was so comforting. Goodness, he loved you so much. He just didn’t know how to say it sometimes.

The two of you held hands until you got back to the school. Nobara and Yuji rushed inside, not wanting to be out in the heat anymore while you and Megumi took your time getting inside. Sometimes you believed Nobara and Yuji shared one brain cell between each other—and they probably did, to be honest.

Megumi’s hand fell from yours when you got inside, which was okay, you were going to sit down to cool off anyway.

You made your way inside and to one of the rooms, walking over to one of the couches. Thankfully you had nothing else going on for the rest of the day so you could just practically pass out on the couch for a little while.

Before you sat down, you looked at Megumi, who was just standing there looking at you. “You okay, sweetheart?” You asked, slightly confused. He had been acting odd all day and it confused you. What was going on?

Again, no reply. Instead, you felt his hands suddenly grab your waist and pull you close to him, his arms enveloping you in a big hug. You stood there stunned for a moment before wrapping your arms around him tightly. It was clear that he really needed this hug.

“Megumi—,” You spoke but he cut you off.

“Don’t say anything.” He said softly, “Just don’t say anything.” He breathed out, not wanting to be asked any questions right now. All he wanted to do was hold you.

With you still in his arms, he moved and sat down on the couch, putting you on his lap and burying his face into the crook of your neck. It was so comforting, so nice. He just wanted to stay like this forever, in the safety and comfort of your arms.

You were still stunned that he was doing this but you didn’t question a thing, continuing to keep your arms locked tightly around him. Eventually, your hand made its way up to his scalp, gently raking your nails through his hair. You could feel him practically melt into your touch and you let out a little chuckle.

“Cute,” You mumbled, your voice could barely be heard.

Megumi let out a little huff and just kept his arms around you, his cheeks warm from embarrassment.

You weren’t sure how long you two were like that and eventually, you had somehow shifted to where the both of you were laying down, still holding each other in your arms. Megumi had practically fallen asleep, comfortably cuddled up right in your arms.

And he would’ve fallen asleep—had Yuji not walked into the room and seen the two of you lying together on the couch. Poor, innocent Yuji who could physically never bring himself to be quiet. “Ooh, Fushiguro! Getting comfortable with [name] there huh?” He said lightheartedly, thinking nothing of it. He really was just teasing.

Within an instant, Megumi was sitting up with an unamused expression, reaching to grab the nearest thing he could, his face pink and flushed “Shut up!”

Yuji was out of that room within seconds, just barely dodging the magazine Megumi had thrown at him.

[slytherinshua]

ALL MY LOVE

genre. fluff. boyfriend headcanons. warnings. minghao dreams abt marriage and starting a family. not proofread and written while i'm sick and have half a braincell so i'm rly sorry if this is a mess. pairing. minghao x fem!reader. wc. 558. request. no. a/n. babe wake up slytherinshua is back skdjskd GOD IM SO HAPPY I WAS ABLE TO WRITE SOMETHING FINALLY 😭😭 thought this blog was literally gonna die cause writers block was so strong. also surprised it ended up being svt that broke through my block esp minghao but yk ill take it no complaints !!!!

boyfriend!minghao who’s a gentle, slow lover. he never rushes, but he also never leaves you with any doubt. he can read you like a book, and any concerns on your mind seem to be instantly resolved before you even have time to bring them up. he’s steady and true; your rock that you always know you can fall back on when things get tough. no matter what, he’ll always be there. he gives you a soft passionate type of love that you would never get tired of even after decades. 

boyfriend!minghao who’s always been ambitious. he has dozens of things he’d like to do and achieve, but he also knows how to take life slow and enjoy the present. he knows he has time to do everything he wants, and he reminds you that you also have plenty of time as well. sometimes you need that extra voice to tell you that it’s okay to take a break sometimes. it’s okay to breathe and think. no matter what, minghao will always be your biggest supporter— always rooting for you to strive and reach your goals, even if they are small.

boyfriend!minghao who helps you relax after a long day. warm tea and a massage are enough to put your mind and body at ease. his hands work like magic over your neck, shoulders, and back. it’s so good, in fact, that you feel guilty for not paying him for his service. he would never accept anything like that from you, though. once he’s done working out the knots for 20 minutes, he’d fall on top of you, giggling into the crook of your neck as he acts like your personal weighted blanket.

boyfriend!minghao who has a whole collection of couple items with you over the years. whether it be clothes, jewelry, or even mugs, everything he buys seems to come in a set of two. he can’t even imagine buying something for just himself anymore when you always seem to cross his mind whenever he spots something cute.

boyfriend!minghao who scolds you (but truly only out of love). his attention to detail and observant nature is both his strength and his flaw. he’s quick with his tongue— too quick— and will catch himself lecturing or correcting you when it wasn’t strictly needed. although it’s rare for his scolding to get on your nerves, as you know its a way he shows that he cares about you and loves you, it sometimes does. but he’s quick with his apologies as well, so no bickering between you two can ever last long. 

boyfriend!minghao who is so happy and secure in your relationship. he knows he’s found the one with you, and now that he’s been able to call you his for years, there’s no way he would ever be able to imagine his life without you. the overwhelming fondness he holds for you plants itself in his head and his heart and always has him thinking about your future together. he’d tell you randomly over tea how much he’s been thinking and dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you. whether it be big milestones like your wedding and starting a family, or smaller ones like waking up in each others arms each morning, he’s excited to experience it all with you.

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[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

Imagine bakugou with someone who has a mad strong quirk and yet has no intention of being a hero, like bro can reshape reality or something and just wants to be a magazine editor or something would that drive him crazy or what

Oh yes, it would! Here's my take on this.

He's known you since childhood. Your quirk? Gamer.

It's extremely rare, so less than two per cent of the population has it. You can basically manipulate anything to your will, and every day, you have to complete tasks to gain new abilities.

He's always at your door after a training session to ask how much he's levelled up, and you would look at him with a dorky smile every time and say. "Why don't you get some rest?"

Time flows by, and soon the both of you are in high school. This is the time when your choices today mould your future.

"The hell? Whaddya mean yer not gonna apply to UA?" He snarled, but his words had a cushion to it. He was only ever soft with you, and everyone knew it.

"I just! I dunno Kats...I don't feel like the hero life is for me. You get what I'm saying?" You fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you looked up at him. His carmine eyes bore into yours.

"No, I don't. How can you throw away something so useful? Look at you, Y/n! You've been gifted, and there's only one thing to do with a powerful quirk like that!" He was trying to convince you. You knew it.

But this was all too pressuring. Everyone expected something more from you, always, and it was just too overbearing.

"It's just too much. I just want to live my life the way I choose." You looked up at him with teary eyes.

Bakugou clenched his fists, his frustration evident, but he didn't lash out. Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to understand. "But you could be one of the greatest, Y/N. Yer stronger than most pros out there. Why waste that?"

You sighed, shaking your head. "It's not a waste if I'm happy, Kats. I just wanna be an author and own my own bookstore. Maybe write a couple of articles for the daily news. I just wanna do something along that line."

He sighed and cupped your face, wiping away a stray tear.

"Fuck, don't cry." He sighed and closed his eyes. "As long as yer happy I guess..." he grumbled as you wrapped your hands around him. "Could always be a hero, though. If ya decide to change yer mind lemme know."

You sniffled, bringing up a hand to hold his that was still on your face. "Let's go for some ice cream, kay?" He asked in an attempt to cheer you up.

Your eyes brightened upon hearing those few words leave his mouth. You cheered silently and hugged his waist tightly, causing the blond to flinch and begrudgingly wrap an arm around your waist.

"Bakugo and Y/n sitting in a tree," one of his goons started to chant, and Bakugo's hands started sparking.

"YOU FUCKING EXTRA GET BACK HERE."

School is just stress on my head right now. My brain is so fried, but here's what my remaining two braincells pulled together cause they wanted fluff 🤦‍♀️ here Anon hoped you like it <3 and please ignore any grammatical errors. This was not proofread *cries in academic struggle*

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

“So how did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Y’know, how did you know.”

“Dingus, I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me here, the Russians did a number on how many of my braincells are actually working.”

“How did you know that you liked girls?”

Robin Buckley immediately pushed herself up so she was resting on her elbows, head tilted to catch Steve Harrington’s eyes in the low light of their hospital room.

They weren’t originally even going to go to the hospital, if Robin was being honest. They had just wanted to slip away back to their respective homes, but then Melissa and Richard Buckley caught wind that Robin was hurt. Then the both of them realized that Steve’s parents (if Robin has to use that term to describe them) had less than zero intention of sending anyone to pick up Steve.

Then EMS made the light suggestion of both of them probably needing to go to Hawkins General Hospital… and well, while Melissa and Richard did tend to lead toward more natural remedies… one couldn’t fix a concussion or a drugging with an unknown substance with essential oils and hope.

“Robbie? Did you OD over there?” Steve had himself up on his elbows, easily mimicking Robin. That’s the thing that makes the inside of Robin ache, that he’s so like her. She knows that she’s an only child, knows that, but sometimes Steve’ll just… do something and it makes her question it. Makes her wonder how she spent so long without him, without another brain and two legs and arms and so much hair. “Robbie?”

“No, I am still alive.” Robin slowly spoke, before she let out a soft sigh. “Why do you ask?”

“Like-” Steve huffed as he shook his head from side to side, before he used the one hand that was free from the pulse monitor and saline drip to card through his hair. It’s sleep ruffled, and if he uses product (Robin is sure he does), it’s for sure gone. Steve looks up though, and his eyes are so earnest that it causes something to hurt inside of Robin. “never mind just ignore- fuck - just ignore me.”

“I couldn’t ignore you if I tried, you idiot.” Robin let out a huff, and she winced as the PICC line in her arm shifted as tilted to be able to fully face Steve on her side. “But I just, dingus, this is out of left field for even you.”

“How so?”

“Did you even know that, that people like me even existed until a couple of hours ago?” Robin kept her voice soft, especially as Steve huffed out an indignant sounding sigh. Robin sighs though, and then she cards her own hand through her hair, and forges onward. “I think I’ve just… always known.”

“Always?”

“Yeah like-” Robin shrugged, a careful movement of her shoulders. “When I was like, eight? My uh, parents sent me to this camp thing- like summer camp kind of like what Dustin went to? But with, y’know, with the swimming and archery and dude I was fucking awful at it.” Steve let out a soft and watery laugh at Robin’s rambling, and that gave Robin enough power to continue. “But we uh, had these like songs we had to learn? And there was this uh, girl counselor there that had to teach me because you know, that was her job.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and uh. She couldn’t have been older than I am now but man…” Robin let out a slow whistle, and allowed herself to fully melt into the hospital cot she’s laid up on. “All I could think was that I just wanted to be with her. Like not even kissing because I thought kissing was gross then, still do now kinda but anyway- I wanted to like, hold her hand and shit. Do the cheesy stuff I’d seen in the movies, y’know?”

Steve huffed out his own laugh, and he tilted his head to lean against his pillows instead of facing Robin. Robin watched though, quiet for once, as Steve swallowed once and then twice- before he cleared his throat.

“I knew it existed before you.”

“What?”

“It.”

“Dingus-”

“Girls liking girls.” Steve’s voice is barely above a whisper, even as Robin can hear him gulp in a lungful of air. “And boys liking boys.”

“You did?” Robin kept her voice quiet, gentle, as coaxing as she could- especially when she could see Steve’s throat bob. “Dingus?”

“I…” Steve doesn’t continue, and that’s enough.

Enough to Robin that she pushed herself up, and ignored the pain that ricocheted down her spine like needles. Ignored Steve’s hurried ‘what are-’, as she stumbled out of her hospital bed and right to Steve’s. She made sure to drag her IV pole and the monitor with her, situating it as best as she could next to Steve’s. Robin huffed quietly as the pain trickled down her spine, and she couldn’t help but smile as Steve curled his hand carefully around her wrist and tugged.

Robin got comfortable, let Steve fret over her as best as he could, his fingers only ever-so slightly trembling as he made sure that the line in her arm wasn’t kinked up. They were pressed close, side to side and hip to hip, and Robin tilted her head down until it was rested on Steve’s shoulder.

“Wanna keep going, Stevie?”

“No.”

“But?”

“I…” Steve huffed again, a small indignant noise that Robin mimicked.

They sat like that then, just the two of them for a moment, before Steve continued slowly.

“I’ve never, told anyone this- like I’ve told Tommy H. so much shit about me - but this is… Robin this is different.” Steve speaks in a hurried and stilted way, like he’s stringing together bits and pieces of sentences, and it shouldn’t work.

But it does because he’s Steve and she’s Robin.

And truthfully, Robin likes that. That they’re Steve and Robin. SteveandRobin. RobinandSteve. Likes that the two of them are so in tune that even her own mother didn’t want to separate them.

That had to mean something in the end, didn’t it?

“Tell me, whatever… whenever.” Robin murmured as she turned her head so she could press a soft kiss to Steve’s shoulder. The hospital gown is thin enough she can feel the heat of his skin from up under it, and that’s grounding. Grounding even as Steve drew in a shaky breath, audibly swallowing again. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”

“I didn’t uh, notice Tammy in Ms. Click’s class or uh, you for a reason.” Steve slowly spoke, eyes wet, and Robin can hear his sniffle as he tried to reign his emotions back. “Ms. Click made him sit uh, right by her desk at the front of the room.”

And oh.

Oh.

If that doesn’t immediately settle something that just usually writhes around in Robin’s chest.

“Him?” Robin is gentle, gentler than she thinks she’s ever been.

“Uh, yeah… Eddie Munson?” Steve huffed out an almost dry laugh, the only thing that he does that ever remotely reminds her of his time as his high school “King Steve” persona. “He uh, got this bat tattoo right before that year’s Thanksgiving break and all I could do was just… gawk at him.”

“And then what?” Robin knew she was pushing, searching for information, but she can’t help it. Not when Steve is right next to her, hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Not when he’s like her. In all the ways that matter.

“I went home and screamed into my pillow.”

Robin immediately smacked Steve’s thigh with the knuckles of her left hand- grinning in triumph when Steve let out a squawk of laughter.

“Eddie Munson?”

“What about him?”

“He’s… he’s a total dud!”

“No he’s not!”

“He stepped in my mashed potatoes once! That is totally total dud material!”

“No way!”

“He wants to be like, like a metal singer!”

“He has a band! Dreams!”

“Do you even know if he can hold a tune?”

“Well, no-”

“Total. Dud.”

Robin grinned wide as Steve launched into a very quick defense about Eddie, and she decides then and there that Steve and her? They’ll be just fine.

Especially if she can get Eddie to come into Steve and her’s orbit just a bit, to see if the crush is still there.

Because while Robin may not have all of the gay knowledge in the world, there is one thing for a complete certainty that she knows.

The black hanky that Eddie kept in his pocket?

Well…

Robin chuffed to herself, before she tilted so she could lay on her side- nose tucked into the place where Steve’s neck and shoulder met.

Right before she falls asleep though, Robin does a very important thing on a mental whiteboard.

You Rule: 1

You Suck: 0

hope you all enjoyed! truthfully think this is one of my favorite things i have written. love platonic stobin. <3

[mini-jiminie]

I can’t even believe I’m writing this out but, apparently a lot of people lack critical thinking skills. Jungkook feigning lunging at jm is not evidence of him having ‘violent’ or ‘aggressive’ tendencies. This is mf Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about.

This is the way people behave with their friends - especially close friends. Dare I say, even couples can joke around with eachother the same way. It’s ridiculous how many posts I’ve seen reiterating that jk was never actually gonna hurt jm. Apparently some insecure people can’t operate the singular braincell that’s floating around in their empty heads.

The entire situation was actually such a gag because socially and culturally speaking, jm has the upper hand in their relationship. He’s the older one. Culturally, it’s pretty unheard of for the younger person to even think of doing what jk did to their elder. But, he can and he did because those two see eachother as equals. Rarely will we see them play into that age hierarchy. Jm occasionally likes to let jk think he has the power. We’ve also seen him assert being the older one if he wants to.

Also, jk’s reaction to Tae’s argument was pretty mild. He disagreed but, wasn’t disgruntled. As soon as jm also disagreed, he seemingly had a problem because:

how dare they not be on the same frequency?

The fact that Tae started the discourse but jm got the brunt of jk’s reaction is hilarious because again, jk feels comfortable enough to joke around to that extent with him. They’re equals in his eyes.

Let’s also point out that Jm took it in stride, playing along with that dramatic ass reaction. If he actually was hurt or the situation was serious (which 🙄) why would the editors keep that scene in the show?? It’s clear that some people only see jk’s value in what he can bring to their ship. If his behaviour doesn’t align with their fantasies, he gets slandered and accused of being a horrible person.

Finally - and I feel like this isn’t brought up enough - but, can we please emphasis that the topic of the convo was spam or pink sausage😭😭

[angelwishess]

𝜗𝜚 Floyra Intro Post !

❝Because theres no one on the land or in the sea more in sync than those two.❞

|| playlist. || moodboard. || pinterest quotes. || pinterest board. || (<- in the “Dynamic w Floyd” section!) { A more “emotional” yap session of Floyra and how much deeper their relationship is }

Floyra is the ship of my main oc, Kyra and Floyd! Kyra is my Yuusona twisted from the Disney Princess Stereotype.

This intro post is just to graph out the timeline and details of their relationship. Funfacts at the end :3 (Fair warning though, this ended up being SUPER long… So feel free just to skip to the funfacts if you want HAHAHA)

Please note I may or may not have changed some things in the canon storyline for my own amusement hehe. Nothing too major though.

Tropes :

Idiots to Lovers, Bestfriends to Lovers, Soulmates, literally the DENSEST people ever … Actually they’re more like cowards. Mutual pining, mutual SIMPING they ADORE eachother they are absolutely WHIPPED, chaotic lovey dovey couple, tooth-rotting fluff, no i mean seriously this is the fluffiest ship EVER, they make eachother both better and worse simultaniously. They share the same braincell. Basically already a couple before they even start dating but they dont realize it.

Kyra: “What?? Ofc we’re not dating lmao wdym we’re just friends!!” <- just held his face tenderly and looked into his eyes adoringly while calling him the prettiest boy in the world and kissing his face all over

Floyd: “yeah lol why would u think that” <- arm around her waist, basically always looking at her with a dopey grin and heart eyes

First Impressions

When Floyd heard that there was an unexpected appearance of a magicless student at the entrance ceremony that blazed in with a flaming fire tanuki and set fire to the mirror chamber, he was intrigued. When he learned that very same student was, quite literally, from an entirely different world, he was even more intrigued.

Not to mention the fact she lived in that rundown, deteriorating 'dorm' that was literally called Ramshackle, and she was almost expelled with two other guppies on the very first day of school.

But, when he saw her for himself he was... Disappointed.

Often times she just stood by the sidelines, seemingly in her own world with a far-off look in her eyes and an empty smile that ticked him off for no apparent reason.

She never reacted to anything, letting people walk over her like some sort of welcome mat. Somehow, she didn't even feel alive.

To put it bluntly— Floyd thought she was boring.

Just a wimpy, puny little shrimp who didn't even have any magic. Who wouldn't even run away if her life was on the line, weak and defenseless. Naive. How boring, and here he thought he had another play thing... But wheres the fun if he doesn't get a reaction out of it? How lame.

Kyra and Floyd only officially met during book 2.

Kyra passed by Floyd a bunch of times before— but never actually ‘saw’ him. Floyd on the other hand, already had an opinion of Kyra.

Seeing her just simply standing by the sidelines again and saying nothing and just… Staring. He decided to finally approach her straight up.

Deciding to give her a squeeze for the fun of it— he didn’t expect at all for her to hug him back and basically turn the situation on him instead. It flustered him, and made him walk away from the whole scene out of confusion and embarrassment.

Despite everything, Kyra thought Floyd was amusing. and insanely pretty.

Building Interest …

As time passed they seemed to keep catching glimpses of eachother. And with each passing day, she seemed to get more and more... Interesting.

Facing overblots despite having no magic, causing trouble left and right and getting into such ridiculous situations it makes you wonder how she does everything she does without getting tired of how absurd it all is.

When his first impression of her was her being ‘boring', his second was her being naive. How else could you explain it? She had to be either ridiculously brave or incredibly stupid and naive to do the things that she does.

Kyra and Floyd don’t have any notable interactions until the main events of Book 3.

When Kyra decided to strike up a deal with Azul to free all of the students under a contract— Floyd thought she was stupid. Naive, and way too easy of a target. It was laughable. It basically confirmed everything he thought of her.

As Floyd and Jade were monitoring Kyra and Grim as they packed up their things, Kyra acted as if nothing major was happening. Talking to them and cracking jokes like they were old friends. It was then Floyd and Kyra found out they might be more similar than they thought, saying the same things at the same time and holding the same opinions.

When Kyra almost dropped a bag of her things, Floyd helped from impulse. He laughed it off, but Kyra decided to give him a kiss on the cheek as a ‘thank you’.

He froze in place. Not expecting that kind of reaction from her once again, and just kind of… Staring at her as she passed. Jade had another laugh at his brother.

When Kyra first saw Floyd in his merform, he took the chance to try and scare her a little. Just for fun. But just like before— it totally backfired, and Kyra just looked at her with the same wonder as she did the first time. She had the nerve to call him ‘Beautiful’ under her breath, too.

So, Floyd simply swam away after realizing she wasn’t going to give him the reaction he wanted, deciding to play with someone who will.

But when he tried to attack a nearby friend of hers— She punched him straight in the face! A fire burning in her eyes as she straight up threatened him.

Floyd was… Confused. Confused about Kyra, i mean. One moment she was staring at him like he was a of work of art, the next shes throwing hands at him with zero hesitation. He thought she was a pushover— but maybe he was wrong.

She had guts, though. Thats for sure. A magicless little thing like her deciding to put her hands up and fight, even threatening him? A 13ft long eelmer that could rip her apart without a sweat? Something about it.. Scared him a little. Ending up with a bloodied nose, staring down someone who didn’t show any fear or any regret.

Floyd always wanted a challenge. But did he expect that challenge to come in a 5’7 package, decorated with pretty pink bows? No, not at all.

But thats something. And boy, does Floyd love the thrill of the unexpected. After this interaction that past intrigue he had in her before came back 2 times stronger.

It only worsened when Kyra’s little plan to destroy Azul’s contracts actually worked… And Floyd got chills seeing the look on her face.

It was so unlike what he thought of her. A big, smug grin. The face of someone who knows they already won. It was almost malicious. And it was then he realized— she wasn’t as dumb or as naive as he thought she was, either.

But when they got back to the Lounge, it so happened that Leona seemed to have missed one, single contract. When they spotted it, Kyra was the first to react. Managing to grab it before Azul.

Azul wasn’t too happy about it, screeching and yelling for her to give it to him, grabbing her while doing so.

And in that moment of tension, of fear and action, she did something that shocked everyone. In the face of danger, she held the sole contract tightly in her hands and she—

…She ate the contract.

She shoved the glowing papering in her mouth, and swallowed the thing. And it worked. Honestly they didn’t know which was more ridiculous… Her decision, or the fact it was a success.

She grinned so widely, so proudly. She had the nerve to even laugh in Azul’s face. “Yeah, thats right! Screw you, octoboy!”

Floyd couldn’t surpress the laughter that bubbled up his throat watching it all go down. The sound of her laugh ringing in his ears. It was just so… Ridiculous. She was ridiculous.

She had just outsmarted Azul… And the best solution she could think of was to eat the contract? It was downright cartoonish!

But when Azul overblotted, Floyd got to see Kyra in action. He was surprised all over again. But he should be used to it by now, he should expect it. She just keeps surprising him.

She was no pushover— rising up to the challenge when needed. Even if she still acted unserious, even if she acted goofy and wild, she still got down to business and made it work nonetheless.

And he realized she wasn’t anything like what he thought of her before. She was… Nothing like what he thought. Always surpassing his expectations of her no matter how much they changed.

Everytime he thought he had her figured out, she goes and does something that makes him rethink it all over again…

She was very, very interesting. And now, shes got his full attention.

Strangers to Besties!

After the main events of Book 3, Floyd had started following around Kyra more often. Actually, scratch that. He started following her around constantly. She eventually apologized for punching him in the face, too. Surprisingly.

Realizing they were actually very similar, they began hanging out more and more, until they eventually became an inseperable duo that everyone knew about.

At first, most were surprised. Kyra had only just started coming out of her shell, so most were still under the impression she was a sweet, mild mannered young girl.

But after befriending Floyd— all of her self-control truly did go flying out of the window. If she was bad before, she was even worse now. Freely skipping classes more often without a care to go find Floyd, trying to juggle live fish in the courtyard, or jumping out of a window just to escape some of the staff. and the like.

Late night adventures, dancing in the rain, sneaking out of class, spontaneous hang outs and sleepovers, pulling pranks and causing trouble left and right… They were so in sync, its was scary. Kyra was almost like a second Floyd, and everyone knew that it was probably best to run in the other direction when you see them side by side.

No matter what the situation, they always had eachother’s back, too.

It was strange to think they were ever strangers. They felt like they’ve known eachother for years— thats how well they’ve grown to know eachother. They were as thick as thieves!

Hanging out everyday, whenever they could, they just had so much fun together all the time!

To everyone’s dismay, of course. They were far too in sync, if the chaos around one of them was bad it combined when they were together.

Floyd finally found someone who could keep up with him, and even better, keep him on his toes. Kyra surprised him everyday, and thats what he loved. He found someone who understood him, too.

Kyra on the otherhand, found someone who encouraged all of her once repressed desires. She found someone she could be herself with, with no fear of judgement.

Never one without the other, those two. Wherever Kyra was Floyd was surely close to follow, and wherever Floyd was Kyra was most definetly near. They followed eachother around, always stayed close to one another.

Slowly, they’ve grown to not only seek eachother out to go and have fun, but also for comfort.

Platonic ..?

What started as a simple friendship which focused on the high of ‘having fun’ and causing trouble, or just basically being partners in crime— slowly turned into something much more… Intimate.

When Floyd stormed all the way to Ramshackle after a bad day at Mostro Lounge, he didn’t really know what to expect, he just wanted to get away from everyone else and Ramshackle was the best place he could think of.

He didn’t expect Kyra to be so caring. Pulling him into her arms and running her fingers through his hair while encouraging him to rant.

Kyra had always been an affectionate person, he knew that. It started small— little kisses on the cheek and forehead from Kyra to him, hugs and the like. But this was different. It felt different, atleast.

The way she held him felt different, and the way her lips gently kissed his skin made all of the stress from before sizzle into nothing.

He couldn’t help but melt, and before they knew it this became a routine for them, too.

They grew to find themselves comfortable being vulnerable around eachother. Showing sides of themselves to eachother most wouldn’t see. And they knew eachother better than anyone else did.

Simple, friendly touches became something more. The playful wrap of Floyd’s arm around her waist became tighter, and Kyra’s touches on him lingered for longer. Suddenly the playful ‘I Love You’s didn’t seem platonic anymore— atleast not with the way they looked at eachother while they said it.

Simply seeking eachother out to go cause chaos turned into seeking eachother out to just simply be in eachother’s presence instead. Whatever activity they did started to come second, and as long as they were together they were as happy as could be.

Of course, they never recognized this change. In their point of view, they’ve always been like this. But everyone else can see as plain as day, that something definetly changed.

It was painful for everyone involved, really. For some reason neither of them seemed to acknowledge the obvious feelings between eachother.

Everyone could see the way they looked at eachother, the way they acted around eachother… Everything was so painfully blatant… But they still couldn’t admit it. Even when the lines between friendship and intimacy began to blur.

Realizations!

Nothing about their relationship really changed at this point. They just kind of realized their romantic feelings after being deep in denial for WAYY too long.

The first to realize their feelings was actually Kyra, believe it or not. Which is funny because shes never been the best at realizing her own emotions in general.

She was definetly panicked about it, and decided to not say a word of it to anyone. She didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had, after all he was her dearest friend. So she kept her mouth shut and continued on pretending like it was nothing.

She felt selfish having such feelings. She felt as if she didn’t deserve him, like he deserved better than her because she grew up thinking she must be unlovable. And so she kept quiet for the sake of him, too. She thought it was best for the both of them. (<- LIARRRRR!!!!!!)

Floyd realized a little later, it kind of just hit him one day. They weren’t doing anything in particular, he just looked at her and went “Oh. Ohhh.”

Like a lightbulb went off in his head. He didn’t say anything about it either for awhile. Eels are cowards, after all. And he didn’t know if she felt the same. So he just decided to act like nothing happened, continued this routine of theirs that they’ve grown attatched to.

Maybe there were afew times where they wanted to say something about it, to finally admit the unspoken thoughts they’ve had kept in the back of their minds… But they never go through with it. Always backing out last minute, brushing it off.

The two were cowards, dancing around their mutual feelings. Unsure of how the other felt, so they decided to just leave it all unsaid. Even if the look in their eyes said otherwise.

Saying they were just “best friends” was just so much easier. It was what they were used to, what they were comfortable with. It was easier to brush it all off as them being comfortable eachother, sharing beds and exchanging gentle touches. It was all platonic, of course!

…Though Floyd was hesitant with his own feelings. He never expected to find someone that captured his interest so much… Yet he wondered, was he ready to commit?

Strangely, there was no doubt in his mind. It was yes, it always was, yes. The moment he asked himself that question he answered it immediately at the same time.

Of course, because he realized if it was Kyra, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do. Man, when did he get so whipped for such a silly shrimpy?

Merfolk only choose one mate for life. And Floyd is sure he wanted his to be Kyra.

He was scared of course after realizing his own feelings. Besides Azul and Jade, he's never let anyone get this close to him. It was strange letting Kyra in like this. He didn't plan on her, not at first at least. but now that he has her, he wants to keep her forever.

Man, she just kept surprising him, huh? He never even thought he could feel so deeply for someone. But hes so glad that he found her, that they found eachother.

Difficulties…

When Kyra left with Epel, Rook and Elena during Book 6, Floyd was upset.

Thats an understatement, really. He was furstrated, worried, and somehow he even felt betrayed.

Why didn’t she tell him? Why didn’t she take him with her? Doesn’t she know its dangerous? Whats a shrimpy like her gonna do, huh?

He knows Kyra can take care of herself, he knows shes capable and he knows she can defend herself. But that doesn’t stop him from worrying.

Throughout the span that shes gone Floyd is restless. Hes snappier, hes moodier and he cant seem to stop pacing around no matter how hard he tries.

But when Kyra gets back— he completely ignores her.

Kyra was so very confused. Actually, everyone was. This was a first for the two of them. Honestly, Kyra expected him to run towards her just like he always does. But he doesn’t.

Kyra is back, but that doesn’t change his mood. If anything, it worsens. And Kyra doesn’t have a clue why! Everytime she tries to approach him, he just turns his heel and walks away. And hes never looked at her like… that..

Kyra is a total mess. And suddenly shes not as good as keeping her real feelings at bay like she usually is. She wondered if she did something wrong? Said something wrong? Was he finally sick of her? And that was when she realized— she was terrified of the thought of losing him.

In desperation she went to Jade. Maybe she should’ve asked Elena for advice instead, but before she knew it she was sat infront of Jade, asking for help with his brother.

If anything, Jade seemed amused with her situation. Of course he did. But with a mischevious twinkle in his eye, she had a feeling he had a scheme brewing up in his head.

Maybe she should’ve known better than to trust Jade… But she didn’t really have a choice, or so she thought as much.

Something about this situation felt so… Deliberate. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it seemed like he knew she’d come to him for help sooner or later.

After giving Kyra some advice and words of encouragement, he did something rather out of character of him. Bringing into a hug, he held her rather close to himself.

Kyra didn’t really notice this, and accepted the hug with no hesitation. Wrapping her arms around him and sighing as she melted into the well-needed hug.

Little did she know, Jade’s eyes were glued onto his brother’s figure, looming by the doorframe with a scowl on his face. It made Jade chuckle, deciding to tighten her arms around Kyra juust a little more to see what he’d do.

Of course, Floyd wasn’t happy about it. Now, Floyd is not a jealous person by any means. He has better things to focus on, other things to keep him entertained. But at moments like these, when hes already in a bad mood, he can’t help that primal instict, its in his blood after all. A moray is a moray.

Tearing her away from Jade, he drags her to somewhere else. Leaving a very amused Jade watching them leave.

And so, an argument occurs !!! Its a back and forth, Floyd mad about what he just saw, Kyra trying to explain the situation then her getting mad at him back for avoiding her like the plague.

It ended up with Floyd admitting he was mad because she didn’t tell him about her going with them, but at the same time he was mad at himself for not being able to be with her then.

Kyra realizes that, yeah, she probably shouldve let him know she was going. But she couldn’t just brush off the fact he hurt her by doing what he did, shes grown enough as a person at this point to not let her own feelings go unheard.

Reconcilliation!!! They both apologize and promise to do better, and what better way to catch up on lost time than a sleepover??

Best believe that after they made up, they went back to their normal selves as if nothing happened— actually, maybe even worse with how much clingier they are. They seriously missed eachother, seeing how much they stuck together. 😭

“Home”?

When Kyra got news of the possibility of finding a way back to her home she was in shambles. So very conflicted between the place she called home and the place she felt was home.

She knew she had to leave some day. She knew this freedom she had was temporary. She knew one day, she’d have to go back to the life she grew to despise, the life that was never hers.

She didn’t want to leave, though. Of course she didn’t. But still, she didn’t really have a choice.

She decided she wouldn’t do the same mistake and leave Floyd out of the loop. If anyone deserves to know first, its probably him.

And so, while theyre sitting on the rooftop of Ramshackle she mentions it. And Floyd is… Upset. Of course he is. Hes beyond upset, really. He just got his best friend back, now hes hearing she might be going away again? For good? Forever?

No way. He couldnt accept that, there was no way he could. But before he could even say anything— Kyra spoke first.

“I don’t want to go back. I really, really don’t.”

“…You don’t? Huh? Why?” There was a wave of relief that crashed over Floyd when he heard those words fall from her lips, his eyes glued onto the girl beside him. Hanging onto every word she says. “No. Its just… Its not my home, atleast not anymore. I dont think it is.”

“I think, this is my home now.” She chuckles, eyes glued down to the ground below. “…Because you’re here.” She says, turning to look at him. She spoke in that tone that she only used behind closed doors. When no one was looking. That soft, sweet voice she used whenever she carded her fingers through his hair and whispered sweet nothings to him until he fell asleep. It wasn’t unauthetic like the voice she used when they first met— no, it was genuine. Real. Full of adoration, of fondness. Her gaze held so much love.

“…Hah, what’re you gettin’ all sappy for, Sea Angel? Thats so cringe.” He laughed, but his heart soared. Even if it was cheesey, he couldnt help but swoon with just the way she looked at him. Like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. She always said he was the prettiest boy in the world.

She moved forward, her face leaning ever so close to his, so close he could see every line and curve of her features. He laughed at first, “Hey, what’cha tryna do, huh? What? Do I have somethin’ on my face?” He joked, but she didn’t respond. It looked like she was thinking, like she was deep in thought. “…Kyra?”

Her name left his lips for what was the first time. Hanging in the air like a silent prayer of longing, of want. And her own lips met his. Capturing it in a sweet, sudden kiss.

Time seemed to have stopped. It always felt like that when they were together, but this was different. Nothing could prepare him for that— hell, he didn’t even get the chance to kiss her back, the moment felt as if it went on forever but it was over too quickly all the same.

There was a flash of realization on Kyra’s face as her cheeks flushed a red that could rival Riddle on a rampage. Stumbling and stuttering, she couldn’t handle the embarrassment, and before he could even say anything she ran away. Leaving him on the rooftop, wide eyes and a stomach full of butterflies.

Yeah. Kyra is really stupid sometimes.

After that whole thing, she ran to Leona to let out her thoughts. He listened, though he said he ‘didn’t have a choice anyway’.

“So… You kissed him then you just.. Ran? Seriously?” “I PANICKED!!!”

Floyd and Kyra don’t really interact until Malleus’ overblot. And during the time they’re in Floyd’s dream, shes hoping he doesn’t bring up what happened at the rooftop.

Confession!

The confession takes a long, LOONG time. Im talking probably around book 7 or later. Probably when Kyra confirmed that shes staying in Twisted Wonderland. (Everyone thank Papa Crewel, he sorted out her documents for her :33)

Hehe because eels are cowards and they dont take the shot unless theyre sure it’s a winner. So he waits, and waits some more. And of course, that kiss was the sign he needed to finally just go for it.

Eventually, Floyd does confess. Although I still haven’t thought of the details— it does go something like this.

When Kyra at first laughs at him thinking it was a joke, he got annoyed. He didn’t think this was funny, and after seeing the serious look on his face she stopped immediately.

After realizing he was being genuine, she started straight up BAWLING. Sobbing, because she couldn’t believe someone could ever love her the way she is.

Shes deemed herself as unlovable so very long ago, she didnt expect the person she adored so much to ever love her back. She felt selfish, wanting to accept his feelings. But she wanted to be selfish at that moment.

Floyd has never been one to comfort people. He was never the best at it, but if its her, he’ll try. He always does. It was weird, but if it was her he always found himself doing things he’d never thought he’d do for someone else.

When Kyra started rambling about all of the reasons he “shouldn’t” love her, he started talking about why he loved all of those sides of her. Kissing away her tears n’ all. AUAUAUUUGGHHHH

It was honestly super emotional ESPECIALLY for Kyra, but she of course accepts the confession and they FINALLY KISS PROPERLY OH MY GOD THANK U !! ROUND OF APPLAUSE !!!!!!!

Floyd also calls Kyra by her actual name instead of ‘Shrimpy’ or ‘Sea Angel’ during this confession :3

“Its About Time!”

Honestly, nothing much changes after they confess.

Sure it takes some time to get used to them being officially a couple, but they’re still mostly the same.

However, I’d like to think that they just… Don’t mention it to anyone. Not because they’re keeping their relationship a secret, they just ?? Dont ???? Because they’re weird like that idk and its funny to me

For awhile no one actually knows they’re dating, and one day when someone comments on how they really should just suck it up and start dating they’re like “oh, lol we already are” “WHAT—“

Floyd definetly brags about Kyra a lot though 😭😭 and Kyra does the same… theyre both so down bad its SICKENING.

Funfacts!

Floyd was kind of scared of Kyra for a little while LMAOO 😭 shes a little TOO freaky …

Floyd has stayed over at Ramshackle so much that he’s has a bunch of stuff over there. An extra toothbrush, some changes of clothes, you name it. Its probably there. You can bet Floyd just lets himself into Ramshackle all the time, sometimes even in the middle of the night. But Kyra is always so chill about it 😭 (only because its Floyd HEHE)

Before they even started dating— behind closed doors they already acted like an old married couple 😭

Kyra and Floyd are lowkey super domestic behind closed doors, especially after a sleepover. Waking the other up with kisses ….. Helping eachother get ready for the day, helping eachother get dressed … Cooking together …….. theyre so sickening …………

Even if they aren’t with eachother all the time, they still manage to include eachother in their lives somehow. Whenever they go off on a solo-adventure, they always come back with some sort of trinket that reminded them of the other.

Speaking of, they’re both avid collectors of anything they deem cool enough. Random rocks, acorns, a lost penny, you name it. They like to show eachother the things they found throughout the day to eachother!

They have this silly little game Kyra started. She began hiding little sticky notes with sweet messages or a doodle and sometimes gifts in places she knows Floyd will find, and he’s started doing the same thing. Ever since then, its kind of become more like a competition on who can find the most sticky notes 😭

Kyra gets cuteness aggression from Floyd. Yeah thats it.

^^ she genuinely believes hes the cutest thing ever. Whatever u say queen!!!!

Floyd loves giving Kyra random gifts out of nowhere. The gifts can range from ‘a cool rock’ to a designer jacket. Kyra doesnt know which she prefers HAHAHA

Kyra herself prefers handmade gifts, so she loves to make Floyd pieces of jewelry and clothing! Shes always so proud whenever she sees him wearing something she made :3

Floyd and Kyra have been kicked out of class several times for laughing too hard.

They admitted to eachother before they even started dating that they couldn’t imagine their life without the other… can they pls take the hint omg

Floyd always feels super bad whenever he loses control of his temper around Kyra. One time he snapped at her, and he immediately apologized 😭 he told her to slap him if he ever did that again, hugged her so tight too and Kyra honestly found it so cute 😭

Floyd always perks up whenever he realizes Kyra is close by, always running straight to her. Kyra does the same thing and quite literally jumps into his arms.

Both Kyra and Floyd’s main love language is physical touch!! But Kyra loves to compliment him all the time, and Floyd loves gift giving :3

Kyra always greets Floyd with a kiss on the cheek. Yeah she started doing this before they were event dating im afraid ….

Kyra and Floyd love to read together at night, though Kyra usually falls asleep first AHAHAHA

But !! Kyra is also the first to wake up more often than not, and always wakes Floyd up with butterfly kisses on his face :3

Floyd convinced Azul to add some of Kyra’s favorite foods to the menu of Mostro Lounge just to get her to come visit more often

Kyra fights anyone that bad-mouths Floyd. Floyd doesnt know whether to find it cute or annoyed that she keeps getting herself hurt 😭

^^ SPEAKING OF, Kyra literally unlocked a much more caring side of Floyd with her being so accident-prone 😭 girlie got herself injured so much FLOYD had to step in smh …

Floyd is the kinda guy to carry Kyra if her feet started to hurt while walking or if she sprains an ankle teehee

They’re both banned from an arcade in town after they broke a claw machine and stole all the plushies inside. And other things but that isnt as important.

When Floyd feels like hanging out with her, he’ll look for her around campus then just throw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes then just walks away. Kyra never struggles or objects and kind of just … accepts her fate 😭

Rambling…

Kyra grew up thinking the love she received will always be conditional. That she always needed to live up to some sort of expectation, and so she created a ‘perfect’ persona in order to do just that.

She still keeps that persona from the Prologue to Book 1, but begins to break away from it during Book 2– but while in her past she was only loved for the version of herself she created for others— it was the opposite with Floyd.

He disliked her so-called ‘persona’, but fell so deeply in love with her real self.

^^ she was very confused, yet so very happy.

Floyd never expected to ever love or care about someone so deeply, but at the same time he can’t imagine anything he wouldn’t do for Kyra.

Floyd thinks everything is fun as long as Kyra is with him <3

Kyra only ever started showing her more vulnerable side to Floyd during her character development. He was the very first to ever see her break away from the unbothered act she always put on.

Floyd was never one to let himself be so soft and vulnerable around anyone, ever. But strangely, he lets his guard down around Kyra. Kyra knows of the much gentler side to him, and she adores it so very much.

Kyra is extremely understanding and patient of Floyd and his mood swings. She knows he’d never intentionally hurt her, and always knows just how to cheer him up. Whether with a silly joke, a spontaneous adventure or just lying in bed with him in her arms.

Kyra trusts Floyd with her LIFE. She trusts him so much its ridiculous. No matter what the situation, she always feels like she can rely on him… But she wont trust him with her food. Or her plushies.

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I have more on my 🎀! twst shennanigans tag lol

[dearly-somber]

Yours | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!Jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. pining, fluff, unrequited love, f2l (friends-to-lovers)

-> w/c. 1867

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. This couple 💔💔

-> warnings. N/A

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Wed., Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:19

-> fin. Tues., Jul. 27th, 2022 @ 21:37

-> edited. Tues., Jan. 7th, 2023 @ 12:45

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

You watch in awe as Jungkook and his pack interact with one another in their wolf forms, itching to take pictures, but knowing they wouldn’t appreciate it.

It’s the first time you’ve seen Jungkook’s wolf, and you find yourself rather intimidated. He’s twice the size you’d expect him to be, and although he acts like an oversized puppy, his sharp teeth and large paws remind you of god true nature.

Jungkook whines and nips at his hyungs while the girls lounge off to the side, watching you take everything in with curious eyes. The youngest of the shifters gives who you think is Hoseok one last nibble to his ear before excitedly padding in your direction, tail wagging behind him.

Your heartbeat races as he stalks towards you, your mind emptying itself of all coherent thought. You open your mouth to ask something, but get interrupted by a wet, gross wolf-tongue being thrust down your throat.

It takes you a second to realize that Jungkook is in fact licking the inside of your mouth, and the moment you have the braincells to do something about it you yell in protest, roughly pushing him away by his chest. He takes a second to react to your pushing and jumps away the second he realizes he’s doing something wrong, a high-pitched whine leaving his throat. You wipe your mouth with your sleeve with a horrified frown, resisting the urge to gag. Jungkook whines loudly at your side, tail hovering between his legs as the other shifters look curiously in your direction, wondering what all the commotion is about.

Jungkook nuzzles his nose into your the crook of your elbow and then just below your rib cage, stepping onto your thigh in his attempt to get closer to your face so he can apologetically nuzzle your jaw. You push his face away in a panic, mortified that his tongue was in your mouth.

Jungkook whines louder, his ears pinned to the back of his head. You try not to scrape your tongue off with your nails, looking at Jungkook pace up and down with his worried eyes trained on you. You feel kind of bad, despite feeling like the victim in this situation, so you muster a small, slightly panicked smile. “Sorry, Kookie, it’s just that” —you exhale shakily— “you can’t just lick into my mouth, Koo. That’s just…”

He bows his head shamefully, his tail wrapping around his paws. You want to scream at him for looking so fucking sad, your stupid human brain only seeing an overgrown but cute dog who looks way too depressed for your heart to handle.

“I forgive you, but don’t do it again, okay?” You pat his head and twirl a finger around his soft ear, smiling when the end of his tail starts twitching. Jungkook barks happily at your forgiveness and stumbles to his feet so he can rest his head on your thigh, tail smacking your leg as it wags.

Your hands are on him immediately, petting him all over and carding through his fur. Jungkook can’t help but vibrate with pleasure, trying very hard to get it across to his wolf that crushing you under his weight is going to get the complete opposite reaction he wants. Your gentle touches knock the breath out of him. Make him submissive and pliant—some might even say pathetic.

He cringes at a memory from two weeks ago.

You were lying next to him, reading a book while he boredly played games on his phone. Turning to you, he positioned his head in your lap.

“I’m bored.”

“And I’m reading.”

He scoffed, pinching your leg. You yelped in surprise and Jungkook smirked smugly.

You resisted smacking him with the book. “Go to bed.”

“But it’s almost dinner,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes, muttering something that sounded oddly like ‘dumb puppy’.

“I’ll wake you when it’s ready. Sleep.”

Jungkook grumbled something under his breath but nevertheless turned onto his stomach, getting comfortable with his head in your lap, pouting. How could you—

His eyes widened a fragment as his entire body relaxed the moment your fingers started gently carding through his hair. He felt his wolf slowly coming to the forefront of his mind, practically purring with contentment as he nuzzled into your thigh, huffing out a wolfish breath.

You massaged his scalp and he let out a quiet moan of appreciation, pressing his face into your thigh to hide his heating cheeks. You laughed, your heart thundering against your rib cage. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and pressed his nose into your hipbone while holding himself to you possessively, little noises of pleasure falling from his lips while you played with his hair.

Jungkook shudders internally at the embarrassing recollection, his nose pressed into your hipbone like it was back then. That memory—though cringe-worthy—is a fond one.

He whines appreciatively when you scratch behind his ears, pressing his nose further into your hip. You chuckle lowly in response, your mouth moving with no sound coming out.

You’re in awe at just how thick his fur is. You could ball up a fistful of hair and still find more fur to grasp on to. You suppose it’s necessary to survive the winters, even though they probably spend most of their time indoors anyway… “You’re so cute!” you squeal softly, cupping Jungkook’s face and bringing your face close to his so you can stare into those large, expressive eyes of his.

He looks surprised at the sudden proximity but doesn’t try to pull away even after he goes cross eyed, his tail wagging excitedly behind him. You half forget that this is in fact your best friend, seeing him as just any other dog.

A very large, very intimidating dog.

“You’re just an overgrown puppy who enjoys some good ol’ pets, aren’t you? Just a big baby boy?” You giggle when he whines and aggressively stomped his feet, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you. Your thumbs trace over his eyes affectionately, smiling brightly at his obvious excitement.

You continue cooing at him unintelligibly, his inner pup yowling and whimpering desperately at the note of affection in your voice.

“Someone’s whipped,” Jimin snorts through their mind link, shaking his head.

“I’m not whipped—“ Jungkook tries to defend himself, though his aggressively wagging tail and barely contained whimpers give him away immediately.

“You’re acting like an overgrown puppy,” Rosé deadpans, her head raised so Lisa can groom the underside of her neck.

“No, I’m not,” he tries to defend himself, doing his best not to show his growing annoyance at his pack’s testing while you’re so close to his face, fighting with his wolf to not lick your face, no matter how much they both want to.

Taehyung snorts from where he’s laying half on top of Jimin, the two looking pleased that they’re getting a rise out of him. “Coochie coochie coo! Come here, Jungoo-baby, let your hyungs groom your fur!”

“Stop,” Jungkook warns them, trying to focus on your bright smile.

“Koo’s about to roll over and beg her to—“

You squeal in surprise and fright when Jungkook turns his head to the side to snarl at his pack-mates, your heart picking up speed and eyes widening. Your fight or flight kicks in, but Jungkook is laying half on top of you, and you’re afraid that if you move more he’ll get snappy.

Jungkook turns back to you with a small huff, licking your hand as an apology for scaring you, before ducking his head to nudge your pelvis insistently. You hesitantly pet him again, wary of another outburst. Jungkook huffs angrily, pinning his ears against his head. You don’t hold his face again, much to his chagrin.

This wouldn’t have happened if his idiot hyungs kept their mouths shut. He, albeit dejectedly, settles for nuzzling his nose into your stomach.

He’ll get face pets from you another time.

As the sun sets, Jungkook’s pack-mates head inside one by one, shifting where you can’t see. Jungkook’s tail lays lethargic and limp by his side, your long, rhythmic strokes over his head and down his spine making him drowsy.

“Y/N! Jungkook! Come inside! It’s getting late and we wanna order food,” Namjoon calls from the behind sliding door that leads to the patio.

“Coming!” you call back, gently shoving Jungkook off you despite his protests. You picture him whining that, “he doesn’t wanna go inside” and to, “keep petting him” in that annoyingly adorable aegyo voice he uses sometimes, but you manage to push the thought away and stand, stretching your legs.

“Let’s get some food, hm?” You roll your finger around his ear as he follows you on your heel, huffing and puffing annoyedly. It feels a bit like having those guard dogs you’ve seen on TV.

Jungkook shifts back in the comfort of his bedroom, running downstairs to join you in the living room where everyone’s busy watching a crime documentary and eating pizza. Strangely enough, you’re no where to be seen, the single seater that might as well have your name on it left unoccupied. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s in the kitchen grabbing something to drink,” Jennie supplies distractedly, stuffing her face with a large cheese pizza. Jungkook nods, stepping over everyone sitting on the floor to make himself comfortable in your chair.

When you come back, you see your spot has been taken and slump your shoulders. He grins at you cheekily, and you roll your eyes. You make a move to pass him so you can sit next to Lisa, but Jungkook intervenes quickly by shooting his legs out, causing you to screen to a halt to stop you from tripping over his stupidly long legs.

You glare at him pointedly, aggressively smacking his upper leg to get him to drop it to the floor. He pouts and makes grabby hands at you to come and sit with him in the single chair instead of with his pack mates, tilting his head cutely.

You sigh and shake your head, leaning over the coffee table to grab a slice of pepperoni pizza before turning to one very delighted Jeon Jungkook. He giggles softly as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap, his legs spread so that your ass is cushioned in his thighs. He rests his chin on your shoulder and holds you close, watching the TV with rapt attention. You smile at the doe-eyed look of concentration he has, chewing on the bite you just took while holding the slice over your shoulder for him to take.

He hums appreciatively when he digs his teeth into it, thanking you through a mouthful of pizza. “Don’t speak to me with your mouth full,” you scold with a playful flick to his cheek, shaking your head when he grins stupidly at you in response.

Jungkook trains his eyes on the side of your face as you lean into him, your eyes twinkling with pictures from the screen.

He has only one thought as he tightens his grip around your waist:

Though you might not be his just yet…

…he’s most definitely yours.

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[foxaftershocks]

Green Eyed Monster (Lars Pinfield x f!Reader)

Synopsis: A couple of misunderstandings leads to some riled feelings

Words: 4.6

There's a whole lot of jealousy in this fic so be ready for that

You sighed, rubbing at the space between your eyebrows. The math wasn’t working out for you and if you couldn’t get it to, your new proton weapon was never going to work. You’d been going over the numbers for so long they’d begun to swim in your vision when you looked up. Standing, you hoisted your laptop into your arms, carrying it with you.

“Hey, Lars, can I get you to look at something?”

You looked up, expecting him to be alone at his desk, extracting paranormals from the latests junk that had been brought in. What you didn’t expect was for there to be one of the interns standing beside him, head bent towards him. They both looked up towards you. The intern flushed, stepping back from Lars while he looked confused at the interruption.

“Oh, sorry. I can come back later if you’re busy,” you said, not sure what you’d walked in on, but you felt your fingertips go numb.

“May as well do it now if you’re here,” he said, “you’ve already interrupted.”

You placed the laptop down and explained your problem to him, hoping a fresh set of eyes would see what you were missing. You were too aware of the intern, her eyes focused on the two of you. Normally, the world fell away when it was just the two of you, but the interloper was making it impossible to forget there were others.

“Your numbers here are wrong,” he said, tapping at the screen with one of his long fingers, “you should have used the equation from over here at this point and then continued from there.”

“Of course,” you groaned, “is it possible to lose braincells from drinking copious amounts of coffee? Because I think I have.”

“Simple mistake,” he said, giving you a lopsided smile.

“Thanks, Lars. I’ll finish this off and then get the prototype to Lucky,” you said.

You picked up the laptop and stepped back, watching the intern take you spot. You paused a moment, watching the way her eyes focused on him so intently. It was like being kicked in the chest. You turned, taking your math with you, refusing to look at them anymore. Her giggle made your fingers clench around the laptop.

You did your best to ignore the image of the two of them, heads bent together, her giggle still echoing in your ears. You avoided returning to his bench lest you see them together, not liking the feeling you got from it. It made you itchy on the inside, right in the places you couldn’t reach with your fingers.

Instead, you focused on the work. On getting the calculations correct and the prototype built. Letting the hours slip by until you looked up, blinking, from the finished weapon only to find the sky outside the windows dark, the moon shining down on the New York City streets. Hunger gnawed at you and your eyes itched, blinking rapidly to see the world around you instead of focusing on small details.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I thought I was the only one left here.”

You looked up, still blinking to bring the world back into focus. Standing a few feet away, a tall man, dark hair swept back from his face, was looking at you with what you knew were dark eyes. Full lips pulled up into a half smile, stubble marring the tanned skin beneath.

“It’s alright, Pete. I didn’t even realise how late it got. How late is it?” you asked, realising you had no idea what time it was.

“It’s 1am,” he laughed, “what’s that you’re working on?”

“A proton pistol. Charge it up and it’s ready to go without the heavy hardware,” you replied, “or at least I hope it is. Lucky can test it tomorrow. Or today, rather.”

He chuckled, sauntering closer. One of his hands was buried in his jeans pocket and that half smile was pulling up further. You looked up, catching his eye before you ducked your head. It was no secret Pete was considered hot amongst the women in the lab. Having his attention focused solely on you was a touch overwhelming.

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” he said, fingers stroking over the metal casing, “you do good work.”

“Oh, thanks.” Your cheeks heated from the compliment.

“We don’t have to wait until Lucky gets back in the morning. We could test it out now if you want,” he said, “aren’t you curious?”

“I’ve never shot one of these before,” you said, hating to admit your comfort zone was behind the action, supplying the weapons, not firing them.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

You considered him for a moment before nodding your head.

“Okay.”

You followed him to one of your testing areas, the pistol heavy in your hand. It felt almost foreign despite being made by you. Pete’s hand landed on your shoulder, turning you towards your target.

“You okay to aim?” he asked.

You lifted the gun, pointing towards the other end of the room. It shook in your grip. His arms curled around you, holding the pistol steady for you. You turned your head, finding his face so close to yours.

“Go on,” he prompted, voice soft, “pull the trigger.”

You turned back, taking a deep breath before you curled your finger, pressing down on the trigger. A long stream of red light burst out, the recoil pushing you back into the sturdy body of Pete behind you. Sparks flew from the target and you felt pride welling in your chest.

Laughter fell from your lips and you let your finger go. Turning, you flung your arms around him, laughing at your success. You could feel the vibrations of his own chuckles, his arms tight around your waist. The scent of electricity was still heavy in the air but his cologne was heady and you felt your heart give a small flutter.

“Good job,” he whispered in your ear.

You pulled back, looking up into his face. You could feel the stretch of your lips into a wide grin. You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t notice the shadowy figure standing outside your glass enclosure. Nor did you notice when they turned away, slipping back into the darkness.

“It works,” you crowed.

“Of course it does,” he said, “I never doubted you for a moment.”

“You’re the only one,” you laughed, “I should go put this on charge and then get some sleep.”

He escorted you back to your bench, his hand warm where it rested on the small of your back. Plugging the gun in to charge, you felt the wave of tiredness slam into you.

“Are you going to be okay to get home?” Pete asked, watching you sluggishly pack up your stuff.

“Sure sure,” you waved off, “it’s the city that never sleeps. There’ll be a taxi out there.”

He walked with you, his hand steadying you before hailing a taxi for you. Handing you into the car, he gave you a small smile and wink, wishing you a good night. You gave the driver your address, relaxing back into the seat as you felt your eyes grow heavy.

Collapsing into bed the moment you got home, you fell asleep with a smile on your face. Your invention had worked. You were doing good work.

The next morning, you could feel the late night still weighing you down as you walked into the lab. You could feel a buzz in your veins, excitement lifting you up and letting you float to your bench.

“There’s the girl of the hour.”

A cup of coffee was placed down in front of you. You followed the arm up to the increasingly familiar half smiling face of Pete looking down at you.

“How are you so perky?” you asked, stifling a yawn.

“I’m on my third one of these. Thought you might need one after last night,” he said, nudging the cup closer to you.

You took it up, sighing when the caffeine hit your tongue. Looking up, you offered him a smile.

“Thanks. I really do need this.”

“Anything for the star of the day,” he said, leaning against the bench beside you, “when you’re done that, want to get back in there and test out the limits of this thing?”

“I think I might leave that up to Lucky. No one should shoot tired,” you replied.

Getting out of your comfort zone once when it was just one other person was one thing, doing it in the middle of the day with everyone else around was a whole other thing. It would be better for everyone if you let Lucky do her thing and shoot to her heart’s content.

“Safety first, I like it,” he said, flashing you another wink.

You snorted, looking back down into your coffee mug. It would be so easy to let yourself develop a crush on him. With the way he was flirting with you, it wouldn’t be hard.

When you looked back up, your eyes landed on something over his shoulder. A tall, lanky figure, blonde hair and thick framed glasses was turned in your direction. Those blue eyes felt laser focused on you and your heart tripped over itself. You’d managed to completely forget about his interaction with the intern with everything you’d been doing with Pete.

“Oi, Pinfield, you heard about this one’s success?” Pete called over when he noticed your attention drifting.

Lars approached, hands shoved deep in his pockets. His nose had scrunched up and when his eyes landed on you it took your breath away. You looked up at him, not sure what to say.

“So you got your equations working then?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, “thanks for your help on that.”

“The whole gun works,” Pete said, “isn’t she phenomenal?”

“I don’t know about that.” You ducked your head again, cheeks heating, heart thumping loud in your ears.

A warm hand enclosed over your shoulder. You looked up into the face of Pete, finding him dipping his head towards you with that half smile. His eyes were sparkling and you found yourself wondering why it couldn’t have been Lars to reach out.

“You are,” he said, so sincere it almost hurt, “you need to believe in yourself more, doll.”

You blinked. The nickname had rolled off his tongue so easily it was staggering.

“Right well, I’ve got work to be getting on with unlike some people.”

Turning your gaze up to Lars, you found his glower enough to reel back. You tugged out from under Pete’s hand, turning back to the bench. Chastised like a teenager was not how you wanted to feel, especially from him. You hadn’t thought you’d done anything wrong. His footsteps receded, leaving you alone with Pete.

“Keep up the good work, doll,” he said, slipping away to do his own work.

You sighed, rubbing at your temple. Downing the rest of the coffee, you picked up the gun, checking the level of charge. Full. Good news for your work.

Passing the gun off to Lucky with the promise of some fun, you wandered back through the lab, trying to come up with your next idea. Lars was alone at the extractor, focused on the screen as he tapped away at the machine. You paused for a moment, just watching him when you knew he wasn’t aware of your presence. Only his eyes darted up, finding you staring.

“Hey, need some help? I’m waiting for Lucky to tell me how broken the pistol is,” you said, approaching him with hesitance.

“Not helping Pete?” he asked.

“Does he need help?” you asked.

“You’d know better than me,” he replied, looking back to his screen.

You waited for a moment but it seemed he wasn’t going to answer you.

“So?” you prompted.

“So?” he repeated.

“Do you need help? Or is someone already filling that role?” you asked.

He looked up at you again, those blue eyes assessing you harder than you were used to with him. The last 24 hours had really made you rethink your relationship with him, that maybe you’d misunderstood something. You’d thought he maybe… But that was in the past now.

“If you need something to do I suppose having someone to take notes would be useful,” he eventually replied.

You perched on the stool beside him, watching sure hands type as he prepared for the next extraction. You felt heat in your veins, those long fingers so dextrous your thoughts betrayed you. You coughed, looking away, down at the empty page waiting for the ink from your pen to mar the pristine surface.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” you replied, still not looking at him.

It was too easy falling back into the rhythm of working with Lars. Months of back and forth between the two of you was comfortable, familiar, and the work created the kind of buffer you needed if you weren’t going to get carried away. Perhaps it was sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, or perhaps it was the flow of the work, but you found yourself relaxing again, almost leaning in to him.

And maybe, just maybe, he was leaning back.

“There you are.”

You hadn’t realised how much time had passed until you looked up, blinking into the light as Pete sauntered over to you.

“Oh, hi,” you said, placing your pen down.

Lars froze beside you.

“You weren’t at your station. I was worried you’d skipped out after your success yesterday,” he said, coming to a stop at the corner of the bench, one hip resting against it.

“No, just working over here with Lars,” you said.

His eyes swept over to the blond man, then back to you, practically dismissing him.

“You don’t want to watch Lucky play with your baby?” he asked, leaning towards you conspiratorially.

“Not if she’s going to break it. I’d rather hear about it later when I can fix it,” you replied.

“Well, I’m about to head out to lunch. That place across the road does the best pizza in the city. Come with me,” he said.

“Oh.” You hadn’t expected that, “I dunno…”

You glanced over at Lars. He was studiously avoiding looking at you, keeping his gaze focused on the screen in front of him, but his fingers had stilled, like he was listening in to your conversation.

“Go ahead,” he said, words clipped.

“No, we’re almost done here. It’s fine,” you replied.

“Just go. I can finish up here,” he said.

“You heard the man,” Pete said, offering a hand to you, “you’re off the hook.”

You shot one last glance at Lars but he was still avoiding looking at you. You sighed, taking the proffered hand from Pete and let him pull you up.

“I just need to get my wallet,” you said, trying to tug out of his hold.

“Don’t worry about that. It’s on me,” he replied, only tightening his hold on your hand.

A snort from your left. Lars still wasn’t looking your way but his eyes had grown steely and the jab at the keyboard more erratic. You tugged your hand out of Pete’s and gently nudged his shoulder. When he looked up at you, the force of his glare was like the sun, sending you stumbling back a step.

“You could come with us,” you said.

“I don’t particularly feel like being a third wheel, thanks,” he snapped.

“Come on, doll. Leave him to his work,” Pete said, “I’m sure we can have plenty of fun without him.”

“Are you sure?” you asked Lars.

“I’ve got more than enough work to be getting on with and this distraction isn’t helping,” he snapped, “go eat.”

“Okay.”

You took one step away from him, then another before a warm hand settled on the small of your back and steered you away. You glanced back, finding Lars watching you, eyebrows drawn together and lips pursed. You wanted to unpack that expression but you were swept away before you could, out into the sunlight and the chaos of the street.

Lunch was nice. It was fine. Good even. Pete was right the pizza was amazing and while the company was lovely to look at it, your thoughts were still caught up on Lars. You’d thought you’d managed to get over whatever weirdness had been between you but the way he’d ordered you out suggested otherwise. Things were so normal when it was just the two of you. It wasn’t until…

Your eyes widened as Pete held the door open for you, ushering you back into work. You looked up at him, smile on your lips, right as your body collided with something. A very soft something. A warm something.

Strong hands caught you around the elbow, keeping you upright and when you turned your head, Lars was looking down at you, lips parted and eyes wide. His hands tightened on you for a moment before he released you, eyes darting up to the man standing over your shoulder. You didn’t want to look at him, studying Lars and the expression melting into something less than friendly.

“Thanks,” you said, soft to your own ears.

He looked down at you, expression softening for a moment. A large hand landed on your shoulder, pulling you towards another tall body. Lars’ expression shuttered and he turned away.

“Just look where you’re going next time,” he muttered.

“That guy has problems,” Pete said, staring at his retreating back, “shall we go see your baby?”

“Lucky must be done with it,” you said, “that or it’s unbreakable.”

“Is that possible?” he asked.

“Doesn’t seem likely.”

You led him back over to your workstation where your pistol and a sheet of paper greeted you. Out of charge and burnt in a few places, it looked worse for wears. You stroked the poor thing, plugging it in as you read over the assessment.

“How is she?” Pete asked.

You hadn’t even realised he was still there.

“Some tweakage is required,” you replied, thoughts already spiralling out as you tried to come up with solutions to the problems Lucky had identified.

“Want some help with that?” he asked.

“I’m sure you’ve got plenty of your own stuff to be working on,” you replied.

“It can wait.”

You finally looked up at him, his face not quite eager but not disinterested either. This man who hadn’t asked you a single question about how the pistol worked or what was required for it. You couldn’t help compare him to Lars, who wouldn’t have asked to help, but would have asked you questions about the specs and purpose. Heads bent together as you worked in tandem, almost not needing words to communicate.

“I prefer working on my own,” you replied, hoping to avoid hurting his feelings.

“You work with Pinfield all the time,” he said.

“That’s… different. We collaborate. The projects come from both of us,” you replied, trying to explain why it was so different. Why would could work with Lars with such ease.

“You were helping him today,” he said, voice growing quiet.

“Like I said. It’s different with him,” you said with a small shrug, “sorry. I just… I’d rather just work on this one my own.”

“Alright, doll,” he said, taking a step back from your station, “if you change your mind you know where to find me.”

Only you never did change your mind. You sat there, fiddling around with the wiring inside your pistol, making adjustments based on the notes Lucky had made. Time slipped away, darkness beginning to creep in once again. To be swept up in your work until the rest of the world faded away was a privilege. One you’d travelled far to have.

“You’re guard dog not here, then?”

That voice would be familiar to you no matter how swept up you were. Lars was standing a few feet away, looking at you in the dark. The lab had grown quiet, only the ghosts left for company. A small smile pulled up the corners of your mouth. Many a night had gotten away from you with Lars in the lab, working shoulder to shoulder on something new and exciting.

“Not unless you’re filling the position,” you replied.

“I doubt he’d be happy about that,” he said, drawing closer.

“And he would be who exactly?” You thought you might know the answer but you wanted to hear him say it.

“I get it. Pete’s a handsome guy.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “I’ve heard he’s funny too.”

“He is,” you agreed.

“I didn’t know you and he were…” He trailed off as if unable to find the words.

“He and I are… what?” you asked.

You knew you weren’t making this easy on him but you wanted to hear it. Needed to hear it. You were tired of second guessing yourself with him.

“I didn’t know you were so close,” he eventually managed to say.

“Does it bother you?” you asked.

“Why would it?” he replied, eyes darting away from you.

“Why don’t you tell me? It seems to bother you.”

You stood up. Blue eyes darted back up to you, widening when you took a step towards him. A hand came up, stopping you before you could get closer.

“Lars, what’s your problem with him?” you asked, pushing harder.

The hand in the air fell, fingers clenching into a fist. Something harsh flashed over his face and a hard breath flared his nostrils. You waited, patient, wanting him to use his words.

“You can do better,” he finally said.

“Can I?” you asked.

“Of course you can,” he snapped.

“Like who?”

He took a step closer, his expression turning fierce. You weren’t used to it on him, such fierceness. It made your heart pound and you butterflies burst in your stomach. You back up into the bench, pressing into your spine as he advanced on you. His chin lowered as he looked down on you, face in shadows.

“Like me.”

His hands landed either side of you on the bench. The warmth from his skin washed over you, body close but not close enough. Your breath had escaped you. Head swimming, you didn’t know what to do with your hands, desperate to reach out and touch him but not sure what would happen if you did.

“You think you’d be better for me?” you asked.

“Leagues better,” he replied.

You reached out, a hand landing on his chest, right over his heart. You could feel it beating hard against your palm. A soft noise came from pink lips and when you looked up, his face had changed, as if you were touring him with your touch. It sent a thrill through you.

“Are you jealous?” you whispered.

You thought he might deflect or deny it. Scoff at your suggestion. Instead he drew a little closer.

“Yes.”

“Really?” you asked, fingers clenching as you grasped his shirt in your grip, holding him there so he couldn’t leave.

“Next time you test your weapons, I want to be the one with you. I want to be the one here late at night with you. I want to be the one taking you out to lunch. I want to be the one touching you,” he all but growled.

“So touch me,” you said.

His hands shifted from the workbench to your waist, holding on tight. Your other hand came up, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He hissed when you gave a small tug, pressing closer.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked you with a groan.

His head fell forward, resting against yours. Breath ghosted over your lips and you shivered, wanting to taste him. Your own fingers tightened on him, practically dragging him closer.

“What about Connie?” you asked, hating to bring it up but needed to know.

“Who?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“The intern. She was helping you yesterday,” you said, “you looked… close.”

He drew back just far enough to be able to see you properly. You could feel your cheeks heat as he looked at you, eyes wandering over your face.

“You were jealous too,” he said, not a question for you to answer, but a declaration.

“I was,” you confirmed, “I’m meant to be your lab partner. Not her.”

“Why would you be jealous of her?” he asked, sounding confused.

“She obviously has a crush on you, Lars,” you said, “blushing around you and sitting close to you and giggling around you.”

“You do all those things,” he said.

“Exactly,” you said.

“Oh.”

He blinked and you found the wonder breaking over his face adorable. You pulled him closer until he was bent towards you again.

“For someone so smart sometimes you can be so dense,” you said.

You didn’t wait for a response, pressing your lips to his. The hands still resting on your waist slid around to the small of your back, hauling you against his body. Your fingers delved into his hair. His tongue ran along your lower lip and you sighed into the kiss. The edge of the workbench pushed into you as he pressed you back against it, kissing you like he was drowning in you.

You wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms. Heat was travelling through you and all you wanted to do was sink into it. His tongue brushed against yours and you made a small noise, almost a whimper, muffled against his lips. A low groan rumbled through his chest and he pressed closer, kissing you deeper until your knees had turned to jelly.

You shuddered against him, wanting every part of him. For so long you’d felt a yearning for him, watching him as he worked, listening to him talk in soft tones to you, heads bent together like you were co-conspirators. It was all so much, so many months of wanting this.

His hands moved to your hips, gripping hard, and you wondered if you’d find bruises later. There was a part of you that hoped you would. You liked the thought of having his mark on your body. It was like he was claiming you as his.

“I guess that’s a no to wanting to grab some dinner.”

You pulled back from Lars, looking over his shoulder. Pete was watching the two of you, a hand in his pocket, slumped shoulders and look of frustration on his face.

“I’m good,” you called over to him.

“If you’re sure,” he said.

“You can fuck off now,” Lars said.

The look of frustration turned to anger before he turned away. Lars didn’t bother giving him a chance to leave properly before his lips were back on you, finding a space on your neck to press kisses to your skin. Your head tilted back, giving him more room as electricity ran through your veins, a soft sigh coming through parted lips.

“Lars,” you said, fingers tightening in his hair.

He mumbled something against your skin. You tugged on his hair to get his attention. Blue eyes looked up at you, smouldering and you could just melt.

“We can’t do this here. It’s work. We’re at work,” you said.

He blinked then drew back but the way he was looking at you only made your thighs press together. He nodded, stepping back. You caught his hand, threading your fingers together, not wanting to let him go at all.

“Take me home,” you requested.

He brought you closer, a chaste kiss placed on your lips. You whimpered when he drew away, too far into it for embarrassment to cloud your feelings.

“Let’s go,” he said.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

[ronearoundblindly]

I Am Here...I Think

Johnny Storm x ghost!reader from Phantom Pleasure

Summary: Johnny is a ghost magnet, but he doesn't know that yet...

Warnings for a smutty situation but not super graphic. This is the first meeting of our eventual couple. It's a bit angsty and also funny. Should tick all the boxes, dearies. 😘 WC ~600

Body heat draws you to him. Beyond his warmth is just cold and confusion. Time slows. Without heat, there’s just…nothing.

In the warmth you can focus; you can think.

You can think, but you can’t remember…why. You are just drawn to his heat. That’s the sense—the only sense—which blooms here, because there is no ‘inside’ you, there is no ‘outside’ of you. There is only the heat that is near and the nothing.

The warmth has led you toward him and then vanished so many times, but you can’t count them. It took a long while to understand that you knew the sounds. Words. They are words of a language you know but can’t remember how they are familiar.

He doesn’t speak much. Others—less-warm ‘others’—don’t stay for long. The most he says is right before he vanishes into cold emptiness, but he always returns. Even when the words sound…dangerous, he comes back.

You just never know when it is. You don’t feel time.

Time doesn’t matter when he’s sleeping.

He pulses hotter when he dreams, and he makes sounds, sometimes words, when his dreams pulse hotter. The sounds are so…needy. Why is he always alone, you think? You can only ponder that while basking in his radiance, and he is radiant like the sun when needy.

He’s drawn out the heat tonight, edged on boiling over for what feels like hours to you, but you’ve no real idea.

Whining. He’s whining. Begging even, just now.

“Fuck,” he sighs, a deep breath expanding his bare chest, his skin glowing with hot desire. “Please. Fuck, please, right there.”

You drift closer because you want to, because he’s warm and begging, but not for you. He is, however, begging for someone not here whom he can’t see, and that’s close enough.

“Uh, god,” he whines again, “I’m gonna come.”

He’s so lost in the pleasure. He’s so radiant.

You reach out to touch him.

His hand falters when his hips suddenly thrust off the bed. The whining intensifies, and for a split-second (or whole minute), you fear he won’t hit boiling, he won’t finish.

You want that for him.

As much as you want his heat and his sounds, you ache for his relief, too.

Relief—that’s the feeling you couldn’t name. You feel relief to think, to be aware when the heat draws together braincells splintered across time and space. It is relief to understand what he needs.

Your hand closes around his, sliding past his grip to the satin flesh he doesn’t cover when heaving his pelvis in the air.

Instantly, he howls in excitement, approving of the new sensation against his cinder-red tip, eyes soldered shut as his high washes over him slowly.

He curses happily, waves of lava pushing to the surface and cracking in shock. His gasps settle as the roil cools, and his softening shaft slips from your hold.

The milky cover of his spend is all that’s visible, raised in the vague shape of half a palm, dripping between one thumb and the base of two fingers.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he screams, extinguished suddenly and violently. “Who’s there?!”

A fireball creeps from his shoulder to his wrist—a warning without a target—but it’s too little.

The cautious heat can’t sustain you. You thoughts fade again, and even if you could think of the words to explain, you have no voice to speak them.

Whatever cum lay suspended by your temporary form falls now. 

Time ticks by.

You’re left in the nothing, searching for warmth, and he’s left wondering your questions in kind: why? how? when?

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[milksnake-tea]

I still want my yaoshi so I'm just dumping my idea in here lol I kidda like the idea of the (reader) being an aeon or a god or smth like that since yaoshi is the god of peace and healing/life why not make the reader the opposite of them like the god of death or time?both are opposite but had a great bound together

Hey just to clarify I don't really know any about yaoshi I searched this on Google I hope this make sense (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠)

I'm still thirsty asf cause yaoshi edits are attacking my fyp on tiktok lol༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶsorry If this is cringe I'm putting all my last braincells for this bbg｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

a/n: imma do the aeon of erosion so that we don't step on nanook's nonexistent toes as much, hope you don't mind ! also next time, please do specify what format you want with requests, otherwise i'll just give you headcanons. thanks!

pairing: yaoshi x gn!reader

word count: 528

The Aeon of Erosion, you were the embodiment of a slow death. Humans and gods alike succumbed to your will, ensuring that the price of living would be paid, no matter the lifespan. There was no such thing as paradise in your eyes, and you would make sure to keep it that way.

Everyone, from the Aeons to the tiniest human children, believed that with your ideologies, you would end up just as Lan had, declaring Yaoshi your eternal enemy and chasing the Plagues Author to the ends of the universe. Even the Hunt had been convinced that you would be an ally.

They couldn't have been more wrong.

The Erosion and the Abundance made a strange duo, akin to that of an old married couple. Yaoshi often complained to you for your interference with the mara-struck, damning them once they lived past their expiration date. You weren't as dramatic; you merely reminded them that you were keeping the balance.

You slept on the couch that day.

That wasn't the only time the two of you bickered, either. Sometimes, Yaoshi would be the one under fire for extending the life of one of your followers. Other times, you'd have to avoid Yaoshi's glare after you eroded the mind of one of their oldest followers.

With such differing ideologies, it was a wonder how the two of you worked at all. Neither of you truly understood human emotions, but you knew that what you felt for Yaoshi was far more than simple companionship.

Your arguments never lasted more than a few hours, and although neither of you had the humility to apologize, it was a silent agreement that cuddling would suffice. They were never serious, and if anything, the two of you saw it as a game.

Yaoshi was the more physically affectionate of you two. They always had to be holding you, even when (lightly) berating you, at least one of their hands was intertwined with your own. Whenever you'd leave to do whatever Aeons did in their spare time, they'd cling onto you from the back, trying to sweet talk you into staying. Even when standing beside each other, their tail was always wrapped around your waist, forever keeping you close.

They were also the initiator of most of the affections. Whenever they could, they'd kiss you sweetly, cradling you in a way so that you wouldn't be able to escape even if you wanted to. And every time, they'd smile as if nothing had happened at all, deliberately playing dumb as to tempt you into giving into their charms.

When the two of you cuddle, you were usually the big spoon, ironically. Yaoshi usually slept on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist while you played with their hair, stroking their antlers.

With them safe in your arms, they no longer had to worry about the constant threat of Lan - for even the Hunt wouldn't dare to challenge you. You were their protector, their dearest knight, as they'd affectionately call you. And although you rolled your eyes at their nicknames, the way your arms tightened around them told Yaoshi all that they needed to know.

[faebaex]

Tangled in Wonderland - Pick Your Poison

author note: next part finally! i enjoyed writing Vil, I've never written for him before and really wanted to do a good job. i thought alot about his values and how to put across his character, so i hope it doesn't seem too ooc, as i have never written him before now! next up is Ignihyde, and i'm planning to get that out before the end of the month! I've had an idea for that chapter for months, and i'm really excited to write it and add a little twist ≧✯◡✯≦ hope you enjoy!!

characters: Vil Schoenheit x GN!Reader

Something was definitely up.

Really, you should be relieved. This is what you had wanted all along, the whole reason that you had kept a low profile in the first place. But for some reason, now you just felt disconcerted. Uneasy, like there was an axe hanging above your head, ready to drop any moment.

Azul had still overblot. It wasn’t unexpected, especially considering you were the one who gave the Heartslabyul braincell duo the hot tip on where exactly they should look to get some leverage on Azul. You had no idea of what Leona’s involvement was in the whole situation, if he was at all, and you weren’t present to witness Azul’s overblot. But that wasn’t the part that had you all shaken up.

No.

The part that disturbed you was that Jamil’s overblot still happened, and you had absolutely no involvement in the events. You made sure you stayed well away from Scarabia, from Kalim, from Jamil. Even when you inevitably ran into him in the cafeteria kitchen when you were feeding the fire fairies, you made sure not to stare into his eyes, staring at his lips or anywhere else instead. You excused yourself as soon as possible, even though you were sure you’d aroused Jamil’s suspicions at least a little bit with your flighty behaviour.

You had wondered what the consequences of this would be. Would Jamil’s initial plan be a success and Kalim would end up ousted from his role as housewarden? Would Jamil take his place and finally be satisfied? Would his overblot be avoided altogether?

Clearly not.

You first noticed that something was up when Grim didn’t return back to Ramshackle one afternoon after the two of you had split up the work of feeding the fire fairies. You had hoped that he was just taking his sweet time, but he didn’t return that evening, or the evening after that. You debated with the idea of going and helping him out, but eventually decided not to. You felt a little bad, sure, but you trusted Grim’s tenacity to get him out of trouble.

When Grim finally returned home, he was practically bursting at the seams to tell you everything that had happened during his absence. Such willingness earned him a can of premium tuna, which you kept on hand for bribery. As you had expected, he had spent the last couple of days playing through the story route for book four. After becoming embroiled in the study hell that brainwashed Kalim was forcing on the Scarabia students, Grim escaped only to fall straight into the arms of Octavinelle. From what Grim had told you, book four played out exactly the same as the game, even without your presence, with Octavinelle’s meddling resulting in Jamil’s plan being foiled and him subsequently overblotting. Grim was particularly proud to tell you that even when Azul and the Leech twins had asked about you, he had not said a single peep about you. You gave him another can of premium tuna for that, hoping that one it was true, and two that he would be more inclined to continue being as discrete in the future.

You wondered if book four had continued as planned without your presence because the main character was more passive during that book then they were in all previous books. It was getting harder to wrack your brain and remember all the finer details of each book, especially considering that actually being in Twisted Wonderland when these events were unfolding was giving you seriously nauseating amounts of déjà vu.

All of these feelings led you to your next plan of action. With the culture fair fast approaching, that meant that book five was also on the horizon. And that meant you would have to deal with Vil Schoenheit. You’d been lucky enough to avoid any interactions with him at all since arriving in Twisted Wonderland, and you wanted to keep that streak going, preferably. You needed to not participate in the SDC at all, and you definitely couldn’t have the NRC Tribe staying at Ramshackle.

So yet again, you kept your head down. You didn’t go to the audition with Ace and Deuce, although you did feel bad enough about ditching them to watch their practices once or twice. When Rook’s message on an arrow summoned you to the Pomefiore ballroom after school with Ace and Deuce, you refused to attend. The Heartslabyul duo were confused at your outright refusal, but you managed to convince them that you had no interest in the SDC and simply wanted to focus all your energy on finding a way home. They both seemed to accept that, even if they found your behaviour a little odd.

That resulted in the Headmage paying you a rare visit in the library a few days later. He had implored you to find ‘enough kindness in your heart’ to share Ramshackle dorm with the SDC members. You had refused, of course, even after he tried to sweeten the deal by promising to pay for renovations to Ramshackle, which you knew were never going to happen. Crowley even had the audacity to promise to increase his exploration in a way home for you, which very almost had you throwing one of the books you had in front of you at him. You didn’t particularly want to upset the library ghosts. You managed to chase off Crowley by using the opening he had given you when he had brought up your home situation, with you pressing the Headmage on what exactly he had been doing this whole time. You were hoping that was the end of it, and if you just kept your head down and refused to cooperate, you could stay safely in the background.

But of course that wasn’t the end of it, because for some reason everyone at Night Raven College wanted to test your patience, even if you hadn’t officially met them yet.

You had left the library late that night, having gotten carried away reading one of the books you had sourced. Whilst the books that you read in an attempt to figure out a way home were often dense and confusing, you often came across interesting sections. You’d never dreamed that you’d be reading textbooks about magic, real magic, so it was so easy to get lost when interesting tidbits about forgotten magical practices or magical artifacts came up. You were startled when one of the library ghosts gave you a not so gentle fright to let you know it was late and you should probably go home, and you didn’t need any more persuading.

You were sure that Grim had probably fended for himself for dinner and you wondered if he would be that upset if you snagged one of his tins of tuna for himself as you crossed over the threshold into Ramshackle. You yawned, not bothering to cover your mouth, and attempting to stretch your stiff shoulders and back as you slowly ambled through the walkway towards the kitchen.

“If you paid more attention to your posture, you wouldn’t be feeling stiff at all.”

You froze in the walkway when you heard that familiar voice that shouldn’t feel familiar.

You doubled back several steps until you were looking in through the doorway towards the lounge, where none other than Vil Schoenheit sat on your couch, demurely sipping from one of your mugs. Your expression must have said it all, because he brought the mug away from his lips and raised an elegant eyebrow at you.

“Must you gawk? It does nothing for your features.”

You hadn’t even realised your mouth was hanging open, and you promptly snapped it shut. “What are you doing here?” You stuttered out before you managed to regain some of your composure, “I told the Headmage I wasn’t interested in hosting the NRC Tribe, so if he told you that—”

“I know what you said. I’m here because I think you should reconsider.” Vil remarked, a certain haughtiness in his tone that told you he thought you were being unnecessarily difficult. He gestured toward a free seat on the sofa, as if it was his lounge, not yours.

You blinked, slightly taken back by the audacity before you leaned heavily on the doorframe, pinching the bridge of your nose as that familiar feeling of frustration that you got when you had to deal with any of characters pestering you began to build in your bones. “Look—” You began.

“No, sit. We will be having a proper discussion about this.” Vil cut you off with an air of authority, one wielded by someone who often got their way, one way or another. Your eyes narrowed, your hand dropping from your face so Vil could feel the full impact of your disdain. “This is my dorm, Schoenheit, you should be treating me with more respect. You can’t order me around here.”

Vil gave you a smile that was as demeaning as it was beautiful. “Of course. But we are both housewardens, and housewardens should treat each other with mutual respect, no? The least you could do is give me the courtesy of a discussion.”

If you never had to deal with another housewarden again, it would be too soon.

You huffed but relented, moving over towards one of the sofas and all but threw yourself down, with elicited another eyebrow raise from Vil. Your phone tumbled out of your pocket on impact, lighting up in all its cracked glory and drawing Vil’s eye. “You should really get that fixed.” Vil commented dryly, and you scoffed whilst flipping it over, hiding it from his critical gaze.

“There is nothing you can say that will convince me to host the NRC Tribe here, so you’re just wasting your breath.” You said bluntly, hoping to end this pointless conversation quickly, but Vil didn’t look phased.

“I thought you might say that, so lets just cut to the negotiations. If you allow the NRC Tribe to stay here until the SDC concludes, Rook and I shall donate our share of the prize to Ramshackle dorm. Should we win, of course.” Vil looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes.

“Crowley already tried to bribe me, and I’m not buying it.” You responded cooly, “I don’t intend to stay at Ramshackle, or even Twisted Wonderland, long enough to enjoy any benefit from allowing the NRC Tribe to stay here.” A bluff, considering you had no new leads on how to get home, but Vil didn’t seem to catch on, “also, all that hinges on the NRC Tribe actually winning the SDC. Not saying I don’t have any faith…” Which of course you don’t, you know the outcome. “… But as I’ve already made clear, I really don’t want to host, especially not out the goodness of my heart.”

To his credit, Vil seemed to be mulling over your words, placing his mug of tea down so he could fold his arms gracefully in front of him. “Ah yes, I see… The Headmage did mention you had been researching quite steadfastly. You know, tenacity is the pillar of Pomefiore…” You swear you could see a hint of respect in his eyes as he looked on at you approvingly, before he continued on with his train of thought, “then how about something more short term to sweeten the deal? Such as…” His eyes darted down to your poor phone. “Perhaps I could arrange for your phone to be fixed?”

You scoffed. “Who are you, Azul?” Vil frowned at that comparison, looking a little affronted. Good.

“How about this, then. The NRC Tribe stays here for the time that we need, and that’ll be it. You won’t be expected to carry out any support duties, nor give us any of your time. Furthermore, I’ll provide groceries for the full duration that we are at Ramshackle, and I won’t tell Crowley about it. Perhaps then you can put your living allowance for that month towards something to help with your research? All you need to do is allow us use of your free rooms and living space for a limited period. And of course, if NRC tribe are victorious at the SDC, I still intend to donate my share of the prize to Ramshackle.”

It was a tempting offer.

What you wanted was to not be involved with the SDC at all, and this allowed you to do that. You wouldn’t be the manager, or support in any form. You wouldn’t even have to see the NRC Tribe if you didn’t want to, you’re pretty sure you could negotiate further with Vil that the members weren’t to disturb you at all during their stay. You had already seen how Vil had ruled with an iron fist during the story, if it got him what he wanted, he would see it done.

But… With the NRC Tribe staying at Ramshackle, there was a risk that Ace and Deuce would gravitate towards you, and then Grim would get dragged in, which would likely end with you getting caught up and… You shook your head, looking towards Vil resolutely. “No, that’s not going to work for me. Sorry, but the NRC Tribe are going to have to find somewhere else for their training camp.”

Vil stared at you for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was studying you before he sighed, twisting his wrist around elegantly to check the time. “I’ll allow you to sleep on it. We can continue this topic again in the morning. Its time for me to retire for the evening, I don’t want to waste the effects of that herbal tea.”

You crooked an eyebrow as Vil stood, following suit shortly after. He drank a sleep tea in your dorm, even though he had to walk back to his own dorm? Odd, but each to their own. Maybe it was a Pomefiore thing? You did vaguely remember from the game that Vil set strict standards for himself…

You followed him out of the lounge, planning on giving him the courtesy of walking him to the door. Whilst he had invaded your home, he had been civil, which was more than you could say about half the other people on campus who pestered you on campus.

Of course, you had no idea just how deeply Vil had taken root in your home during your absence.

As you left the lounge, Vil turned towards the staircase instead of continuing down the walkway to where the main doors lie. “Uh, Vil. Wrong way. The entrance is this way.” You directed politely, only for Vil to continue walking. As he reached the first stair, he looked over his shoulder at you, with a look you could only describe as coy.

“Didn’t I mention, my dear? I’ve already moved in.”

For the second time that evening, your jaw dropped. Was he serious?!

“Vil—” You began, but he was already continuing up the stairs, clearly unbothered by your surprise and discontent. “I’ll see you in the morning, bright and early to continue our discussion. Sleep well, Prefect.”

You could only watch as Vil climbed the stairs and disappeared deeper into Ramshackle, hearing the creaky sound of the door of the room he had chosen opening and closing as he retired for the night. You were rendered absolutely speechless. You had never anticipated something like this happening. Even without agreeing to having the NRC Tribe stay at Ramshackle for their training camp, you still had Vil Schoenheit staying here anyway?! You scrubbed your hands over your tired face in frustration.

Just what else were you in for?

[days-until-burnout]

Day 8 -

Characters - Bdubs/Etho/Joel Words - 750 Time - 24 mins Content - Hermicraft | fluff | sleeping

“You look awful.”

Bdubs blinked a couple times, taking almost a full minute to clear his vision, which should’ve been his cue to rest. But his eyes focused on that stupid smirk, and his exhausted body has a surge of energy flow through, pushing him to startle himself awake. 

“Me?! Look at you!”

Joel, in fact, did not look at himself, already knowing what he’d find. (And no, it wasn’t his handsome, tall, sexy, clever, witty, and extremely rested self.) Instead, if he looked at himself, he’d find himself a replica of Bdubs, both exhausted to the bone, at this point staying up out of sheer pettiness and stubbornness. And ego. Very much ego. Because whoever stayed up the longest would get the title of taller of the two, which was very important. Very important. To them. Of course. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, B-double-short.” 

Bdubs jumped to his feet, the sudden movement making him dizzy, and his weakened body swayed. Or the world did. He wasn’t sure. After that big moon accident (which he wasn't sure was or wasn’t a mass hallucination or bad dream), anyone could be possible. And sudden earthquakes seemed more than plausible. 

Joel cringed, Bdubs sudden movement making him dizzy too. 

They should sit down, maybe. Lay down even, sleep. Very likely. That was something to do when tired, sleep. Rest, close their eyes and cease being stupid. 

Especially when they had a very peculiar friend. 

Etho. 

Etho who happened to be a phantom hybrid. 

Joel thought that it would be funny to annoy Etho their whole ‘not sleeping’ thing, and because he liked annoying Etho, he figured it’d help him stay up. It had been a good plan, when he was lucid (if he ever was, in the last two or three days), but he hadn’t counted on it also helping Bdubs. So there they stood, around his mailbox while a very pissy phantom hybrid glared at them, neither of them aware enough to feel an ounce of guilt. Or thought. Maybe. Joel started tasting colors a while ago, and he was colorblind, so that was something. 

“You think this is funny?” Etho asked, directed at both of them though only one of them took the bait. 

“Very!” Joel chirped, slowly turning to face him, blinking a couple of Ethos away. There was only one Etho, that much he knew. Though the thing standing in front of him didn’t look much like Etho, a very big and slim phantom more like it. And when he squinted, he could only see mismatched eyes. Ah, Etho! “Eefo! When did you come by? What are you doing here? You’re obsessed with me, don’t lie to me!”

The phan– No, Etho– Etho only glared. Bdubs chuckled, falling back against the wall. Standing on the steps on their state probably wasn't a good idea. Not that they could think about it. Maybe if they put together whatever remained of their braincells together they’d have enough to spark one line of common sense. Maybe. Though not likely. 

Etho turned around, threw his tools and redstone components back in the shulker, making the executive decision to take matters into his own hands. Sure, being this close to them was painful and it was practically ripping him apart, but these were his idiots after all. And his sole consolation price as he threw them both over his shoulders, carrying them up the steps (and promptly ignored how weak and frail they were), was the after they were back to their senses, guilt would rip them from the inside as their sleeplessness shredded him. 

That was something to look forward too, at least. 

He kicked Joel’s door open, kicked it close with the heel of his boot, then climbed the stairs to Joel’s bedroom, throwing both of them on the bed. He could almost feel the change once they touched the bed, though they were out cold between the moment he picked them up and before taking one single step. He sighed, shrugged his jacket off and climbed onto the bed, falling between them as his wings phased through them. As little as they deserved it, he pulled them close, held them against his chest and decided to take a nap, even if it was midday. He wasn’t counting on them waking up until a day later, but it didn’t matter. If this being stuck to their side got them to rest, then he didn’t care about wasting his own day. 

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i am [deity of choice]'s eepiest soldier. i did something so incredibly stupid, and i am without braincell. and extremely tired. this fic was a call out post to me and me only also, do these 3 have a ship name i feel like they do but i have 0 braincells rn also also, good night nate the hoof guy (i wonder if anyone got that reference pls say someone did) unrelated, but my time was 15+9, and i genuinely thought it was 26. like, i was so sure until i went to add up all my writing time and realized and came back to edit this. someone save me pls

[letgomaggie]

All my bridgerton thoughts, compressed:

1. The true love story is definitely Penelope and Eloise. No matter how hard they try, they cannot pivot away from the fact that friendship is the heart of this season. Be it between Penelope and Eloise, or Eloise and Cressida, or Penelope and Colin: it is that which drives this particular season.

2. To add to the above point: Colin may be Penelope's love interest, but it is Eloise who understands her. Eloise asks if Penelope seems despondent or sad - not just a simple is she okay but instead here are things she could be, which one is it? She knows her friend, no matter what. And Colin, for all that he is, does not find it all too startling that Penelope is suddenly looking for marriage. Eloise does. If Colin's eyes follow Pen across the ballroom, so do Eloise's.

3. Eloise has someone to talk to about the effect her friendship breakup is taking on her. Penelope has no one. I find Nicola to be an increasingly fantastic actor because she holds this tension so very well throughout the whole of Part 1. When Eloise comes to visit her, you see why she asked Colin what Penelope was feeling. Because Penelope is feeling that, has been feeling that ever since. Its so raw and on her face for the world to see but only one person ever looked and understood and read her like a book.

4. The two fingers while fixing her dress? Gag me god gag me

5. I have not seen the point of the Mondrich plot until this season which is where they are really using it to root the show to reality. There are conversations to be had that the society simply does not want to and Mondriches are the embodiment of it. Constantly knocking at society's door and making themselves be heard and fighting for a seat at the table but unwilling to compromise on what feels good and right. It's subtle and ita frustrating and I like that it's getting to people. You're going to get annoyed enough that the looking glass metaphor will play out in real life for you.

6. I see how unhinged Colin is being about Penelope and while I love that for her, I also get how fucked up her situation is rn. She does need stability. She has found her purpose. And I want her to be selfish in protecting that bit of herself. Instead of what she has been doing. She tried with Debling and yes, it was vexing to see how she ran after him but. I get it too? It's not always roses and camomiles. Cressida is the foil to this same narrative. The Bridgertons are foolishly romantic but that is just them. The show is through their lens but we can take a step back and see it for it is as well. I found Debling to be perfect and his reasons for ending everything were as well. If a little crassly done. Colin proposing to Penelope and falling headfirst in love just as she starts looking out for herself? My heart still needs to be sold on this idea, no matter how hot and sexy everything is.

7. The hair grab oh. Colin Bridgerton you slut. You whore. Colin Bridgerton would like to be pegged I promise. These two will actually be the couple who try out shit in the bedroom out of intrigue and discover a hidden kink. Colin finding the answer to his pent up ruminations when Penelope drags her hand tenderly through his hair vs Penelope close to tears because it is a dream come true and how many times has she imagined this and now its happening and its all that and more? Fucking yes

8. The diaries intrigue me. I shit you not I started this season with the firm belief that Colin had in fact NOT travelled lasts season because he was being all quiet about it. End of Ep 1 and I am now convinced he only really wants to talk if people listen and the only one who ever listened was Pen and if she's not there to hear him what is the point of speaking? He functions on 0 braincells because like. He has all the facts he's just not looking at them.

9. Someone talked of how they want to know more about Colin because he's been coming off as 2D and I agree. This is being told more from Penelope's view than Colin's and that is skewing the narrative a bit. I need more than 'pirate fashion-current rake-newly minted fuckboy' from him.

10. I like the yellow bedsheet.

11. The opening with the pining looks from Pen towards Eloise really set the mood and I'm so glad for it. For that matter I feel like Colin's apology for the comment last season was rushed and half hearted and I understand the hot and heavy vibes but they are friends first and that is the heart of the season and so much, so fucking much is left unresolved and I need them to have a couple of heated conversations PLEASE. express emotions fr!!! Beyond breathing hard!!

[ladytauria]

*Astral projects into your room* Didnt-realize-they-were-dating Jaytimkon where Kon is the only one who realizes they're all dating but he thinks that jaytim knows this too. They do not. Kon is actively saying he's common law married and jaytim are saying they're roommates (with many benefits). Lighthearted but hilarious

sdfghjkhygh i love this so much

Kon moving in with Tim, while Tim and Jason are fwb. Tim wants Kon so Jason propositions him on Tim's behalf and it turns into the three of them fucking in various combinations. Jason shows up so often he's basically moved in as well, resulting in all three of them living together.

They fall into domesticity pretty easily--they go grocery shopping together, eat together, watch movies together. They cuddle on the couch and hold hands in public. They flirt and do all the typical couple-shit, so Kon is like. Yeah, these are my boyfriends, 'cause like. It's so obvious, who needs it spelled out to them?

These two dumbasses, of course.

First time he hears them say they're just roommates with benefits he thinks its a joke. The second time it's a little hurtful but then he thinks about it and it dawns on him:

Oh yeah. They're stupid.

Two of the smartest people he knows, but. Give them a relationship and suddenly they don't have two braincells to rub together between them. Kon is amused. Also exasperated. Cue his attempts to guide them into realizing what's going on.

He calls them "boyfriend." They respond, thoughtlessly. He calls their outing dates. They don't bat an eye. He tells them he loves them. They say it back.

Finally, he gives up and sits them down, to spell it out to them. (Lmao imagining him making a full on power point with picture evidence.) They finally get a clue.

Kon holds it over their heads forever.

[antclotz]

I Am the Walls

A/n: Little blurb for Johnny and Cassie that came to me in a dream. Also, I had MK11 Johnny in mind, but in the dream it was MK1. Either one works. Boop!

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You and Johnny have been doing this parenting shtick for over a year now. You both could confidently say that you were good parents, very sleep deprived, but good parents nonetheless.

So one day, you and Johnny both had a day off. As mentioned before, you and Johnny were heavily sleep deprived and you probably should've just slept, but you both wanted to spend as much time with your daughter. It was worth losing a few braincells anyway. The three of you were in Cassie's playroom. Johnny sat with Cassie on his lap at the end of the pink slide, he was playing with her chubby little hands. You smiled at the sight, taking out your phone to take a picture. You took a couple of videos and pictures, those were gonna go on the wall later. As you admired the sight in front of you, Johnny laughed jovially and loudly which startled Cassie. He apologizes through laughter, "Sorry, peanut." He laughs hard once more, this time, Cassie joined in on him. You take another picture, Cassie didn't know why she was laughing, and you didn't either. Your little family laughed like a pack of hyenas.

Johnny swiped at the tears that formed in his eyes as the laughter died down, he pets Cassie's hair back and takes a breath in. You grinned at him, "So, wanna tell me what that was about?" Johnny chuckles again, a smile forming on his face. "Babe, I think we should all have a big sleepover after this. Because you're gonna think I'm crazy." You waited patiently for your husband to continue, Johnny takes his sweet time. He bounces Cassie on his knee as he gets lost in thought. You wave a hand in front of his face, "Hey, what's up?" There was an air of concern in your voice, for all you knew it could've been serious.

"Hm? Oh, right. Why I laughed like a maniac. Well, darling, it was because I look like the wall." Johnny points to the pastel green walls. You furrowed your brows, "Really?" Johnny nods, pointing at his tight shirt and pants. "I am the walls, babe." You start laughing again, "That's stupid!" Johnny laughs with you, Cassie claps her hands in joy. "I know!" Johnny says, "I think we all need to go to sleep. I'm losing it, babe. Cassie, we've tired you enough right?" Johnny asks the baby seriously, who responds with a yawn as if she understood completely. Johnny nods, "Yeah, you're sleepy too aren't you?" Little Cassie drops her head on Johnny's shoulder. You stood up and helped Johnny up, the three of you went to the master bedroom. Johnny was the first to go on the bed, he laid Cassie gently between your pillows. He admires her sleeping face with a soft smile, he kisses her temple and lays down on his side of the bed.

"Your turn, babe." Johnny smirks playfully, you roll your eyes lovingly at the man and lay down on your side of the bed. You rested your head on your pillow immediately. With a deep sigh, you shut your eyes. You grabbed Johnny's hand and linked your fingers together. You two were a great couple, but the only thought in the both of your heads was sleep.

And so, the Cage family slept contentedly for the rest of the morning.

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A/n: my second time publishing a fic, it's weird. This is more of a blurb. But oh well, WE NEED MORE FLUFFY FAMILY STUFF GUYS‼️‼️‼️