#i miss having energy to grocery shop. i miss having energy to sit up and paint.

[archangeldyke-all]

Imagine reader and sevika when they have to good cop bad cop isha because she keeps trying to dye the cats fur and they have to explain that the kitty probably doesn’t like that☹️

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

men and minors dni

jinx is up in piltover for the evening to go to a metal concert with vi, which has left isha on her own.

it's not like she doesn't like you and sevika-- you'd go as far as to say she loves you, even if it's only been a few months. but you guys aren't jinx. neither of you have her energy, creativity, or spontaneity, and after a few rounds of hide and seek isha had sighed with disappointment and sadly informed you and sevika that you guys were boring.

sevika took offense. you just laughed and ruffled isha's hair.

"jinx'll be home by the time you wake up in the morning tomorrow, kiddo. you're just gonna have to entertain yourself 'til then. wanna help me cook dinner?"

isha makes a face of mild disgust. you chuckle.

"wanna come grocery shopping with me?" sevika offers.

isha sighs long and dramatically, rolling her eyes and walking back to her bedroom. over her shoulder, she signs nevermind.

when her door clicks closed, sevika bursts into laughter. "thank fuckin' god she doesn't talk. little miss's got an attitude."

you grin. "she's really a little mini-jinx, isn't she?" you ask fondly.

the evening passes quickly after that. sevika heads out to the grocery store, a long list and a bunch of re-usable bags in hand. you get to work doing the laundry that's accumulated over the past day, mopping the kitchen floor that never seems to stay clean, then getting started on dinner.

from time to time, a thump or a giggle will leak out of the girls' room over the sound of the radio isha's clicked on. it makes you smile, hearing her play.

sevika gets home just as you're throwing your veggies in the oven to roast.

"how were the markets?" you ask.

"chaos. how was it here?" she asks, kissing you on the cheek as she sets her bags down. you both get started putting food away.

"quiet. isha's in her room. i got most of that blood stain out of your shirt, but there were some stubborn splotches. it's soaking in some vinegar now, i'll see how it looks in a bit. dinner's almost ready."

"hey, i got a discount on the lunch meat!" sevika says, turning around to face you with a grin as she presents the paper packages of salami and turkey to you. you grin.

never in a million years would you have guessed that your life would come to this: being this disgustingly domestic with sevika in your kitchen, getting excited over grocery discounts on your kids' favorite foods. you wouldn't trade it for the fucking world.

"oh yeah? how'd you manage that, big mama?" you ask. sevika rolls her eyes, but her smile never fades.

"knew the guy running the deli." she says, tossing the meat onto the counter to free her hands enough to pull you toward her. "he owed me a favor."

"did you intimidate the deli guy, sevika?" you ask as you wrap your arms around her shoulders. she grins, her eyes sparkling.

"who me? baby, i would never do such a thing." she says through a shit eating grin.

you lean in to kiss her, unable to stop yourself when she's smiling at you like that. she sighs happily against you, one of her hands trialing down to squeeze your ass, making you giggle.

there's a jingle, then a quiet thump, and you pull away to glare over sevika's shoulders at chicken the cat as she jumps onto the counter to try to steal sevika's discounted deli meat.

"chicken get-- what the fuck?" you laugh as you stare at the cat.

sevika turns around to see what you're blinking at, and she bursts into laughter.

chicken's half bald-- most of her hair growing in small grey splotches around her body, her pink skin on full display in some patches.

now, though, chicken's just a blob of blue.

she sits on the counter, licking her paw, her tail flicking happily behind her as she waits for you to turn your back again. there are small blue paw prints trailing from isha's bedroom all the way to the kitchen.

sevika's still cackling.

you groan, reaching out for the poor, poor cat. "oh, chicken, what did she do to you, huh?" you ask, pulling the cat into your arms.

"meow." chicken replies, cuddling up against you.

"oh, janna, now you know why isha's been so quiet." sevika giggles. you groan. your hands are actively turning blue as you hold the cat.

"isha!" you call.

sevika tries to bite back her smile as little footsteps come running toward the kitchen. you elbow her when she sputters at the sight of your kid: her hands, clothes, and half her face stained blue too.

hi big mama. isha greets sevika waving happily. sevika grins and pulls isha up into her arms. when she comes eye-level to chicken, isha grins. you like chicken's hair? she signs, her little feet kicking around sevika's hips in excitement. did it myself! she signs proudly.

"i love it kid. i don't think chicken likes it, though." sevika says, giggling. you glare at her, cursing her for forcing you to be bad cop again.

what do you mean?

"isha, baby, you remember how when we dyed your hair we did it outside so it wouldn't get messy?" you ask. she nods. sevika snorts. "is your room all blue now, babe?" you ask with a wince. isha nods again. you sigh gustily. sevika cackles. "okay. well, next time you wanna do an art project, you gotta let one of us know, first, so we can help you not make messes." you say.

isha pouts, signing a shy sorry. you sigh and lean forward to kiss her.

"'s okay, baby. and... if you wanna dye the cat's hair again, you gotta tell us. cat hair is different than human hair-- chicken could be allergic to some of the stuff in this blue dye." you say. isha nods again, her eyes big and watery. you huff and shake your head-- unable to be any meaner with the sweet baby girl.

"there's dye out there made for pets, baby. we can buy some when chicken grows out of her blue look now. maybe we can do purple next, whaddya think chicken?" sevika asks.

"meow."

isha giggles, and you sigh, wrapping your free arm around your wife and the giggling girl in her arms. "you're too fuckin' cute for your own good, you know." you whisper into isha's scalp.

she giggles and nods. you said a bad word, ms. baby. she signs. sevika bursts into laughter, and you grin.

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[mejomonster]

being sad because of chronic illness is like... go to therapist. therapist says "well don't be so negative! maybe you can go do X more!" and you're like "well no I physically can't." and then they go "well maybe your doctor could do more, have you checked X Y Z?" and you go "well I have 5 doctors, and saw 4 others, and they've ran a ton of tests and done surgeries for the past 5 years, and I was MUCH worse before so comparatively they've done a lot, and they don't intend to do more, this is as good as it gets, and this is how it is probably going to be for my whole life. So no, I don't think I'll have more energy/ability to do X more in a year." therapist "well, never say never, maybe in a year you will be better!" me "yes. but i will also feel pretty emotionally crushed if i plan to be perfectly healthy in a year, then i'm not and still can't do any of the things i made myself excited to do." therapist "well... focus on what you can do! what can you do today that you like?" and i'm like "well i had to work today, to keep my healthcare, and i had to sit up to see you, which also exhausted me so... either i'll use the rest of my spoons to shower and eat dinner, or watch 1 show episode and eat dinner..." therapist "oh well... maybe you can do something fun... on the weekend?" me "well if i don't grocery shop, i will probably have energy to see 1 friend for a few hours. i may try to do that." also me - just do not mention the nonstop nausea and pain even doing things i like because we will re-enter the beginning of the loop where the therapist asks why can't you take more medicine, isn't there more treatment options, and i have to very hopelessly remind myself that no actually there is no option i'm not already doing and this pain is just something i have to fucking live with and i'd really rather not RUMINATE on that depressing ass situation over and over again.

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

She’s Not So Little Anymore

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: none, dad Lewis yes pls

“You’re not leaving the house until you change your clothes!”

“But dad-“ Harper stammered in a broken voice and teary eyes.

“There’s no but, I said what I said. You can go out with your friends after you put some clothes on. End of discussion.” Lewis told his daughter sternly before turning and heading towards the living room.

“I hate you!!” Harper growled bursting into tears and slamming the door of her room.

“Don’t slam the door at me!” He said in a raised tone. Sitting on the couch he sighed and rubbed his face feeling awful because of the argument between him and his fifteen-year-old daughter.

It was not natural for Lewis to yell and get into heated arguments with his daughter. The two have always had a special relationship - she was daddy's little girl for whom he would remove the stars from the sky just to make her happy. Harper loved and was just as close to you as she was to Lewis, but still, her daddy has always been her number one.

But since Harper entered her teenage phase, it has become very difficult for Lewis to accept that she is actually growing up, that she is changing, that she is interested in some other things that are actually normal for her age.

He really was having a hard time facing the fact that his little girl is not so little anymore. That’s why often broke out arguments between the two of them when Harper would stay out too late with her friends, when she would come home late or mention that she had a crush on a boy or for example like today when she would wear something that Lewis thought was too revealing.

Lewis did all this because he loves her too much and wants to protect her, but, of course, the teenager thinks that her father is working against her and that he is "purposely ruining her life".

Fortunately, not long after the argument, you came back from grocery shopping and found Lewis sitting on the couch looking at the switched off TV.

“Hi, baby” You greeted him happily, but you felt a strange energy in the air.

“Hey” He muttered not turning to look at you.

“Is everything okay?” You ask suspiciously, leaving the heavy bags on the hallway floor.

“Everything is fine except our daughter just told me she hates me”

You immediately knew what it was about. You were aware of how much it affected Lewis. You weren't always happy with some of your daughter's behaviors either, but you understood that it was just a phase and that it would pass, but you also understood that it was difficult for Lewis to face it.

You sighed walking up closer to the couch to Lewis from behind and bent down to wrap your arms around him.

“And that is why?” You asked pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Because she thinks it’s normal to leave the house wearing a short ass dress that doesn’t even have any straps God forbid some sleeves” He says visibly upset and you can’t help but chuckle at him. “That’s not funny, y/n?”

“That’s not, but you are” You say making yourself comfortable in his lap. “You’re being too overprotective of her-“

“Of course I’m overprotective of her, she’s my little girl!” He cuts you off trying to justify his actions.

“Would you let me finish, please?”

“I’m sorry..”

“She’s no longer a little girl, Lew. You have to make your peace with that. Sometimes I don't like her clothing choices or her behavior either, but that's why we're here to guide her. But you forbid her too many things and she sees it as you trying to control her.”

“I just..” He sighs leaning his head against your chest. “I just want to protect her.. I miss the time when she was with me non-stop. We used to do so many things together now she only wants to hang out with her friends.”

“Baby, that’s normal. If it were any different, we would have been worried.” You assure him putting your hands on his cheeks. “You’re still her number one, you’ll always be.”

“Youe ability to calm me down amazes me.” He smiles at your soothing and comforting words. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you more than you know.”

“I love you too, baby” You place a soft kiss on his lips. “Now go and talk to her”

Lewis immediately got up and headed towards Harper's room while you decided to sort the groceries you had brought into the house a little while ago.

“My princess?” Lewis said gently knocking on the door. “Can I come in?”

Almost the same second, the door opened revealing crying Harper who was still sobbing. What Lewis didn't expect was for Harper to give him a tight hug and start crying in his arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Lewis asked a little worried.

“Because you made me say that I hate you. And I don’t hate you, daddy, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.” She cried. It stung her as much as it stung Lewis because Harper is aware of how special her relationship with her father is.

“Baby, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry too.” He comforted her rubbing her back. “I don’t like when we can’t talk things out and I hate when we argue. We don’t do that, that’s not us.”

“I know we don’t do that. I don’t like it either” She said quietly.

“It’s hard for me to accept that you’re growing up and that you are no longer my little girl.” He lifts up her head to look at her. “I promise to try to be more understanding of your wishes.”

“Daddy, I’m always gonna be your little girl.” Her words warmed Lewis's heart. She knew what she meant by that. The love Harper has for her dad will always be strong and special and nothing can ever replace it. Lewis was grinning like a child thinking how he is the luckiest man in the world to have the two best girls in his life, Harper and you.

[cinnamonest]

In desperate need of older reader content

:(((

//Big age gap with ambiguously aged teenage boys, cheating on NPC husband, dubcon (reader is kinda consenting for once lmao but the first time is questionable in how it begins)

I've had this modern AU idea rotting in my brain for AGES anon, I hesitated to make it but you’ve given me courage, bless you anon

Consider Xingqiu + Chongyun and the sweet older lady that lives in the neighborhood… a neglected housewife with a husband who’s always absent, always on “work trips” and being generally suspicious and never pays you any attention…

You have the typical boys-next-door of the neighborhood — well, they're not actually right next door, one lives a few houses down, the other in that fancy rich neighborhood adjacent to yours — but the two come around your house quite a lot. It's kind of sweet how you've gotten to watch them grow up, you remember when they were very little, running by your house with bikes or kites or whatever they were playing with, and watch them slowly get bigger and older, hear their distant voices chattering get deeper and lower over time.

Sometimes you wave, they wave back.

They come to recognize you. They pass by when you're doing yardwork. You exchange a hey, boys! with a mutually enthusiastic hi miss!, and occasionally, you tell them to be safe because it's supposed to rain soon or because it's getting dark, met with a don't worry, we will! reassurance of some kind.

They're so cute, so endearing. You go out of your way to say hi each time you see them.

Eventually, you finally have a direct, up-close interaction — it's a particularly hot day, you call out to them to ask if they want something cold to drink, and they gladly take you up on the offer.

They're so cute, you think. Teenagers now, bright-eyed and full of that youthful sort of excitement and bliss, not yet old enough to be worn down by the difficulties or mundaneness of life nor have a damper put on their overly-positive outlook on life and the world. You find yourself smiling as you ask them questions about school and what they like to do and their plans for the future and they respond gushing with visible excitement and energy.

And then, they swing by the next day, sheepishly making their way up to you to ask if you have any more. You laugh and smile and tell them of course.

The same thing happens the next day, and the next day. You go out of your way to get some teen-boy-approved type of snacks the next time you go grocery shopping, which end up rapidly disappearing from your fridge and pantry.

You learn them, their similarities and differences, their interests and strengths. Xingqiu is more the academic type, Chongyun is more involved in athletics. You listen to them excitedly ramble about the “important” things going on in their lives, high-school level drama and such, the sort that seems to be of a much greater significance and weight to kids their age, who have no frame of reference for anything more serious than that. You give exaggerated reactions of awe and pride when they boast about their achievements, and it does warm your heart to see that that always makes them more excited to keep going on about it.

With that, you develop a very… wholesome sort of relationship. They start coming by more often.

And more and more often. Nearly each day. It's a very strange situation, yet it just feels natural because you get accustomed to it — instead of going back to their own homes, they head to your place right after they're let out from school. You feed them (they're teenage boys, they're eating more in one sitting than you do in an entire day), talk to them, you've even helped with homework every now and then, for subjects you're knowledgeable in. They seem to really love coming over to your house, and, well, you're often very lonely, and you appreciate them as well.

The neighbors have all seen them going to your place each day, some of them jokingly ask how “your boys” are doing. It’s endearing, really, and always makes you smile.

You know it's not exactly normal, but at the same time, if they trust you and depend on you and cling to you so much, they must not have another source for that — from what they've said, both have very busy and/or somewhat emotionally distant parents, which makes you feel bad for them, tugs at your heart, makes you feel like you should be sure to be there for them and be available when they need you. Like you have a responsibility to be there.

Which leads to you taking on perhaps an even greater role of keeping tabs on them, being responsible for them. You even get a call from the school once when one gets sick, asking you to come pick him up, which he thanks you for repeatedly, but still doesn't seem to treat the matter as quite as unusual as you feel it is. Regardless, you find yourself taking him to your house to recover rather than his own, at his own request.

They're almost a little too comfortable, but it's more comical to you than anything — they reach a point where now, they just come sauntering into your house after school, backpacks dumped onto the floor and flopping onto your couch as if it were their own house. One time when you were home alone, you went out to get groceries, only to nearly have a heart attack when greeted with a hello! as soon as you stepped through your front door when you came back. Turns out they figured out you keep a spare key under the welcome mat… they help you put the groceries away, though. Such sweet boys.

Yes, they’re sweet, helpful, bright-eyed, energetic… even if sometimes, they get a little strange.

Nothing that isn't standard teen boy stuff, though, you tell yourself. You find evidence of their presence in oddly private areas of your home — your bedroom door hanging open when you're pretty sure you shut it earlier, an open drawer, missing clothes, so on and so on.

It's odd, but you don't exactly know how to really go about confronting them, the idea feels awkward and uncomfortable. Not to mention, doubt and paranoia cloud your reasoning — what if there's a perfectly legitimate reason, and then you ruin things by making false accusations? What if you're imagining it? You ultimately decide to try and shake off the creeping feeling of something being wrong.

Worst case scenario, they're being… weird. But teenage boys are like that, aren't they? Raging hormones and all. It's a little unpleasant, but you're sure they'll mature out of such behaviors, if that really is the case. It's nothing too serious.

And then they start getting touchy.

When they help you carry things in (so sweet of them, isn’t it?), you notice that over time, they grow comfortable with your arms and hands brushing against each other. They stand closer to you when leaning over to see what you’re making whenever you’re running around in the kitchen (of course, usually accompanied by asking if it's for them or if they can have some), shoulders bumping against yours. They scoot their chair much closer to yours when you’re helping them with their homework, eventually to where your thighs touch.

Waving goodbye when they go home at the end of the day turns into big hugs. Both of them do so in a way that you just can't shake the feeling of being somehow wrong. Xingqiu pulls your chest against his perhaps just a bit too firmly. Chongyun holds his hands lower down on your back than you feel comfortable with. But then they both flash you such sweet smiles and promise to see you later, and your momentary concerns feel trivial.

Your naive belief in their innocence begins to fall apart, though, because Chongyun is significantly less skilled at keeping up feigned ignorance.

The idea that you were being paranoid, or imagining things, quickly begins to fade from your mind when you notice how blatantly sheepish he begins to become as time goes by. He stops looking you in the eye, stammers and fidgets and squirms when trying to speak to you. As if feeling guilty, as if having done something wrong.

Xingqiu is much better at it — almost scarily so. If it were just him, you'd never notice a thing, and you’re not sure how to feel about that realization. You’re pretty sure he could do something right in front of you and then convince you you did it instead, with how flawlessly he can change his tone and expressions and answer questions in ways that not only fail to answer, but give the impression of an answer, then distract away to another topic before you can even think enough to realize what a non-answer the response he gives is.

You only caught onto it one time, and then when you started to think back, you realized how many times he’s done the exact same thing in the past, all without you ever realizing… those rich business families must have some kind of genetic predisposition to conversation manipulation. Still, it’s nothing malicious, he didn’t do anything wrong, you’re pretty sure at least… he just seems to steer away from anything having to do with the odd occurrences of things that go missing or were different from how you left them.

Still, it reaches a point where you really can’t delude yourself.

But it's nothing serious. It's not enough to warrant saying anything. That’s what you tell yourself.

Because if it were that serious, you’d have to say something. And if you say something, well, that’s… hard. Awkward. Difficult to summon the gall for, especially towards two young, innocent boys who have never done anything really bad to you, who have always been so helpful and sweet, who are just being the way boys that age are, right? It’s ultimately harmless.

You’d ruin things between you all, you’d hurt them. You can’t have that. They’re too precious. They keep you company, they help you out, you’ve gotten so used to their presence in your life, you can’t have that ruined. Thus, you say nothing. Yes, it’s all just normal, it’s no big deal. Soon enough they’ll start getting involved with girls their age anyway, and stop messing with you so much.

Except there's one more issue... that thing where they seem to really not like your husband.

The moment he comes up, they both take a negative attitude. Granted, one day you do end up more or less breaking down as you find yourself venting and lamenting your miserable marriage — how he’s never home, how he’s always doing suspicious things that hurt your heart, how he never treats you to anything, never remembers anniversaries or birthdays, never says anything nice to you… you only pause and start stammering apologies when you notice how quiet they both get, but they insist it’s fine, and follow up by muttering about how you deserve better… you smile and pat their heads.

You really meant the whole thing as mere venting, so it makes you feel bad when, seeing as your birthday falls very shortly after that conversation, they both get you things on said birthday. Chongyun’s is something he made himself, albeit on a very low budget, Xingqiu’s is the inverse, some piece of jewelry that’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever owned… and they remembered even when your husband didn’t. It makes you feel guilty, like maybe you baited them by inducing their pity, but they both seem so happy to give you something, and even when you say they didn’t have to do that, they insist they wanted to… maybe it’s alright, then. They were already sweet to you too, of course, but you notice that they give you compliments and such more frequently too.

Regardless, you notice that even before your complaining, they both sort of scowl when your husband is mentioned, even more so after you reveal the rocky state of your marriage. There’s an unmistakable resentment in some comments they make — you start talking about how you’re worried that you spent too much on groceries and will make him mad, to which you get a scoff and a ‘well who cares what he thinks?’, or, when you’re worried the house isn’t presentable enough for your husband coming home, you get a shrug and mutter, ‘he can just deal with it…’

Your husband doesn’t exactly care for them either. You mention it to him because you feel you should, although apparently neighbors already informed him of the matter. You get a few gruff comments about how bizarre and inappropriate it is that you’re letting two teen boys just sit around in your house. Every now and then, you get snapped at in irritation about a piece of a wrapper left on the sofa or a pencil left on the table, how it’s because you let those damn teenagers stay in your house, how you’re draining his hard-earned money on feeding them, so on and so on.

They only actually interact once, seeing as the man gets home so late each day that it’s usually long after both boys have left for the day, but one time their presence does overlap — it’s very awkward. You didn’t hear the car pull up to the house, so when he comes walking in, the two boys quickly get their things together and scurry out the door, all without exchanging a word, although the tension and glaring is palpable. You’re reminded that he tolerates you having them there, and that he had better not come home to find them in his house so late again. You nod your head — but you still let them stay fairly long each day… now they make no attempt to hide their disgust each time you mention your spouse.

Their increasing negativity towards him, their increasing affection towards you — there’s a sort of tension that builds over time. Every party involved feels it, you’re certain, one of those things where everyone knows what’s happening and no one acknowledges it out loud.

By the time it happens, they're so comfortable that it's practically nonchalant, and for you, well, somehow you don’t feel particularly surprised. It feels more like something you knew was going to happen, but maybe pretended in the forefront of your mind that you didn’t know, that it wasn’t inevitable.

Likewise, it happens so quickly that you barely register anything as it happens, it doesn’t sink in as real until it’s too late and you’re already too far into it.

You don’t remember, afterwards, exactly what you were doing — were you helping them with homework at the kitchen table, or were you all watching a movie on your couch beforehand? You’re not sure. You only remember feeling an unusual palpable energy in the air, them looking back and forth at each other as if to confirm to move ahead with some premeditated plan. You remember that it was Chongyun that initiated it, to some extent—

I— I mean, we wanted to, uh, talk to you about something, and, ah…

He seems to lose his words halfway through, and sort of pathetically looks over at the other, as if silently begging for help, which is met with a sigh and a few back and forth comments as you stare on in bewilderment — that ‘no, you were supposed to do that part,’ or ‘no, YOU were supposed to do that,’ so on and so forth, until they both seem to just give up on whatever the plan was and go for it instead.

That’s where it becomes a bit of a blur. You don’t remember which one grabbed you first, which one’s mouth met yours first.

You think you said a few things to deter them, obligatory statements of how I can’t, I’m married and the other standard lines you’re supposed to say because you have some sense of guilt and honor, don't you? You have to deny them the first time, it's only right.

And yet, you’re pretty sure your resistance didn’t last long.

The reality of it all doesn’t sink in until you’re at the point where you can no longer bring yourself to care, too lost in excitement and ecstasy and basking in the feeling of being so intensely desired, until you’re on your knees with one in your mouth and one from behind (although later, you can’t recall which was which at first — they switched up a few times, you’re pretty sure). You don’t even remember how many times they came inside you, only that you felt some vague alarm the first time, but stopped caring soon after, letting yourself be bent over your couch and put on your knees on the floor, letting your mind melt away, focusing only on pleasure and longing and, in the back of your mind, a twinge of guilt knowing that maybe you knew this was what they wanted all along.

Good thing your husband was on another one of his business trips. You’re pretty sure he’d be furious to know you took them upstairs and continued all night long on his own bed thereafter, eventually all falling asleep there too, with you sandwiched in between… only to wake up and go at it again the next morning. It’s Saturday, after all, they have to fill their time with something other than school.

You have different sets of issues, after that day. You’re not worried about their affections being inappropriate — you’ve long since accepted that, now you’re just a little worried about how they keep pressuring you to divorce and move in with one of them (Xingqiu reminds you his family is very very wealthy, this in turn upsets Chongyun, who insists he’s trying to ‘win you over’ which is ‘unfair’ to him). You don’t worry about your missing clothes or their touches, those are no longer an issue… now your biggest concern is keeping their voracious sex drives at bay, which it turns out you severely underestimated, and you have TWO to deal with on top of that, practically getting pounded and plowed at every opportunity.

Then you have to worry about how virile they probably are… you’re not on birth control, seeing as your husband has demanded you have a kid. He might get one, even if not how he expected… and then you have to worry about giving both boys equal affection, lest you hurt one’s feelings or make them jealous… and then you have to worry about your poor weary body, which can barely keep up with them…

And, of course, you worry about the inevitable, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before things fall apart, one way or another. A matter of time before they decide to ‘deal with’ your husband — you heard them use that exact verbiage muttering to themselves, only for them to go silent once they saw you. A matter of time before they do something, and you get the feeling that you're not going to like whatever something is.

Yes, you know things can’t stay in this limbo forever… and that worries you, no matter how much you try to put it off and pretend things are fine and tell yourself you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it, only to find the bridge is growing closer with each day. After-school threesomes on a limited schedule can only keep them content for so long, especially when they've already started to push the limits of how long they can stay, how many times they can go, insisting you can get one more round in before your husband comes home.

At least you’re pretty sure no one else knows. The neighbors still ask you how “your boys” are, and seem to do so with endearment, with no trace of any concern or outrage or disgust.

You haven’t changed your answer in all the time they’ve asked — you always smile and say they’re doing just great. Perhaps that’s even more true now than it was before.

[letshaikyuu]

A day off for the captains

DAICHI SAWAMURA

wishes to sleep in on his days off, even though he keeps waking up at his usual early time. does his workouts in the morning, his post-workout routine, and all that jazz. he tends to stay inside during his days off because he needs peace and quiet to gain back his energy, but he also goes grocery shopping when he has free time. in the store, he charms the lil’ old ladies with his huge smile and just as big arms as he helps them with their bags and reaching high shelves (even though he is one of the shorter captains on this list cough cough). gets himself a guilty pleasure treat and goes back to his house. prepares a hot cup of coffee and sits down to read a book. he alternates between reading motivational books or thrillers. if you are also free, he loves to go out and take you out for lunch, a walk, or grab some coffee. he doesn’t have much free time, so he cherishes the time he spends with you.

OIKAWA TOORU

he loves sleeping in but always wakes up before noon. he needs his beauty sleep. the first thing he does is go to a nearby coffee shop to up his caffeine intake and buy a nice, flaky, sweet pastry. sometimes he sits down and eats there, sometimes he goes back home and enjoys his sweet time alone. it’s on these days when oikawa’s screen time rapidly increases because he always has something on his phone open and running. a podcast is always being played as he’s doing a workout, washing the dishes, or preparing an easy lunch. he also has a few youtubers he frequently watches. he also has you on video call all the time whenever you’re free and he loves to talk your ear off about his day – definitely compliments the pastry he has eaten. if you two can’t meet for the day, he has the biggest pout on his face and says he misses you all day long – is the type to buy and send you food with one of those apps, and then you two call while having lunch together.

KUROO TETSUROU

he is the type to lay in bed for hours before he gets up. his tiktok fyp is filled with those funny animals compilations, those singing cats and Reddit stories. he listens to the craziest of stories as he makes breakfast and sits down at the table with a cold brew in hand. takes his sweet time eating breakfast and scrolling through his phone. makes sure to text you once he’s fully awake and will tease you if you’re in class/at work and he’s the one with a day off. his preferred time to work out is in the evening, so he has lots of free time to spend. idk why i think he’s the one to meal prep for the upcoming few days, but he does just that. has to have a TV series marathon – he is a Pretty Little Liars watcher – fight me. once his workout is over, takes a bath and has a whole ass spa day in that bathroom because he takes good care of his body in every way possible. loves the feeling of laying down on clean sheets with his skin all clean and moisturized.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

can literally sleep the whole day. a day off equals a cheat day to him most of the time. he sleeps in and loves to order the foods he loves most. it’s usually a phone call or text from you that wakes him up in the morning (his morning voice tho *-*). once he’s actually out of bed, he makes the biggest cup of coffee he can, turns on the telly, and listens to some news he finds on the first channels. closes his eyes 100x times while he’s on his couch and dozes on and off. the caffeine would then kick in and then he has the need to go on a run. his mind: the more he runs, the more food he can eat later on. he does exactly that when he gets back home and is literally jumping in excitement when his food arrives. he puts the ice cream he ordered in the freezer for later (to eat when he’s crying over a rom-com) and scarfs down the food. takes a well-deserved afternoon nap and then ends the night with a crying session, the ice cream soothing his sensitive heart.

[svt-kiki]

( 🧺 ) 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ⌅ .

EP 109 : MT SVT REALITY 2024

2024.　pairing.　kiki ( fem!oc ) × svt

cw.　eng is not my first language, rough writing, no proofread, mentions of alcohol ( i mean it’s ttt so )

kiki was attacked hugged by mingyu as soon as she entered the lesson room after jeonghan

“what? ...oh, yes,” she said to herself with a chuckle, remembering mingyu was elected as the gose class president in previous episodes ( and carats didn’t miss that he seized the chance to hold her )

then she greeted with the staffs politely as always, wearing a black clop cardigan and a matching color camisole, dark gray pants in a relaxing silhouette, both were soft materials, matching the mt concepts for the day

also wearing glasses ( important )

she just tittered while hoshi, cheol and jeonghan kept adding mingyu’s tasks as the class president

“you guys living to give him a headache for real, arent you.”

she sat on the place nearby the door, then the next thing carats realized was wonwoo silently sitting next to her ( seized the chance guy #2 )

after most of them gathered, she popped up with a question, “isn’t it been a while? doing ttt?”

kiki: i love this content so much :)

wonwoo silently pulled her sleeve and got her closely so that she could join the same car with him

jun: but seriously, do you guys think it is okay? leave the grocery shopping task to us!?

kiki: *stepped ahead, tried to volunteer that she can do instead*

jeonghan, held her from behind and covered her mouth: DON’T

seungkwan: hey! someone is trying to smother the applicant! ㅋㅋ

dino: no, no, hadn’t we strongly agree not to let noona do those things in ttt before?

that’s true, in almost every ttt episodes, she is always willing to do shopping, cook, wash dishes, and clean places aftermath

so boys decided ��no more tasks” rules for her, bcs she always doing these tasks not only in the content but on a daily basis

jeonghan: ah i should let her sit in the passenger seat, joshua ain’t do a thing

kiki: well it’s too late for that *comfortable in the backseat*

she just couldn’t stop laughing at how jeonghan introduced the product for ads

kiki: why are u so bad at this

jeonghan: shut up i’m no actor okay

kiki: wait this actually tastes good???

joshua: ahdfsjak

not wonwoo slowly lying down to her lap

they went to the PA for a casual meal

jeonghan: can i have a drink?

kiki: go ahead i’ll drive

[ pretend like the rule never existed ]

jeonghan: *attacked her cutely*

kiki: ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

kiki: i want to eat a popsicle so bad, should i text mingyu?

joshua: if u want i’ll text him instead

kiki: really? like aren't your text piling up?

then every person in the car died

joshua: did u just backstabbed me like that!?

kiki: i'm sorry i didn't intended to ㅋㅋ

she was surprised at how big today’s accommodations were

kiki: staff-nim must struggling to find the places for us every time

[ yes we are ]

jeonghan asked her to play the pool together so she said yes

he laughed about how sometimes he got pissed at how she’s good at everything from the beginning

kiki responded with a serious face, “no, the reason it looks like i’m good at those things is any other pfu boys basically suck at every ball game,” and both burst into laughter

after a while, jun shouted to her from outside, “kiki~! i’ll sing your fav jp song, u wanna join?” so she immediately got outside

[ never miss the opportunity to duet ]

singing i love you by ozaki yutaka with jun, kiki said to him, “we should do the cover of this yk, like officially,” and carats started manifesting in a sec

mingyu: thank god she’s finally here

while naturally helping to prepare the BBQ, kiki looked around and said, “everyone just singing karaoke… i guess we are already at the age now where we need to save our energy for the night…” then died inside

[ blew herself up ]

she’s an honorary member of the low-energy club in the group so

after everyone got at the table and cheered, joshua finally asked her help for his kimchi fried rice which took one eternity

kiki: okay lemme add this- and this- and this spice- yeah now it’s good

[ finally served ]

after playing the games ( she kept losing and got a lil tipsy already ), they cleaned the place for once and shifted to the next game

minghao claimed from the distance that since kiki’s good at playing basketball she should be given a handicap

so she gave a shot from across the pool while everyone watched in silence expecting the miracle but she failed the first attempt

[ miracle is a miracle because it won’t happen easily ]

kiki: what did u expected i'm half drunk

in the ep.3 part, she chilling and half asleep while her roommates mingyu and dokyeom are both hyperactive from early morning

kiki isn’t the type of not good in the morning usually, but this is the day she didn’t need to wake up before 10 am for a long while so she just kept sleeping peacefully, it might be the first time in ttt that she hadn’t get up early than most of them

kiki: wow you actually look like your dad

jeonghan: all of the sudden-?

while seungkwan trying to get on the unicorn float, she was still sleepy but automatily turned on the camera and started recording ( lately posted on weverse ofc )

an.　this is really rough sorry ( almost sucks at this point?¿ ) but it is like a test drive for me before i lost my motivation to write it so here we go. tag list is open, reblog / comments / ask box messages are always appreciated <3

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[hyperdramas]

the place we made | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: idol au, angst and fluff mix together in this, crying, mentions of being alone, mentions of anxiety & overthinking, "missing your boyfriend seokmin" hours, reader is reminiscing on their and seokmin's relationship

now playing: place we were made - maisie peters

word count: 849

a/n: requested by the amazing pookie @kyeomssant!! i think i'm going to start taking requests now so don't feel free to drop something in my inbox <3 ALSO ALSO i really love hearing from you guys :( if you like it, don't be afraid to comment or reblog!! it makes me happy seeing you guys enjoy my silly fics <3 okay enjoy 🪄

It was so quiet without your Seokmin, running around the small apartment with energy to spare as he kept you on your toes. He'd jump around the kitchen happily on a Saturday morning just like this one, excited to cook breakfast for the two of you as he brewed your favorite coffee.

The sun dipped into the silent kitchen as the birds began to sing, and you sluggishly pulled open the refridgerator door, tears in your eyes as you sighed heavily.

It had been almost a month since your boyfriend had left on another world tour, and you had two more weeks to go (which you hated to think about). Life had become quieter, which would be good to some, but to you, it was the worst thing that could have ever happened.

Seokmin was your rock, the one who grounded you when things got overwhelming or depressing. He could always put a smile on your face when all you could do is cry, and even if he didn't understand your struggle, he would do his best to put himself in your shoes and give you the best comfort he could.

You did everything together, from little things like cleaning the house on a Friday evening, dancing to music as he took his hand in yours to going grocery shopping, Seokmin's hands slyly brushing across your waist as if to tease you while he was reaching for something on the shelf. It always brought a chuckle from you, seeing his terrible ways of hiding the displays of affection he loved giving to you.

You never tried to take things for granted with Seokmin because you knew he had tours like this where he would be gone for weeks on end, but you couldn't help like you missed a core memory when Seokmin hugged you one last time before disappearing inside with his luggage and bags.

It was a reoccuring thing, too⎯you always swore to spend the most time you could with your sweet boyfriend before he left on world tours, but it was impossible for you to feel fufilled without your other half.

Trying not to spill your tears on the english muffin you were trying to prepare, you sighed, looking to the sunny day starting to arrive. Butterflies flitted back and forth in front of the open window, and you stared at them, watching how they played with each other.

The butterflies reminded you of the way Seokmin would cheer you up by playing tag with you, chasing you in the backyard during the summertime just to catch you and pounce on top of you, landing on top of you as you giggled under him. He would stare into your eyes, lips curving into the prettiest smile before he kissed you just seconds later.

........The butterflies weren't helping your situation, were they?

"Oh my god," You whispered aloud, in disbelief at the amount of sadness that was filling your body. Everything was shining outside, yet it felt like a dark closet in your house without the light of your life.

"I've got to do something better than sit here and cry over my breakfast." Leaving the kitchen, you trudged your way down the hall to your (and Seokmin's) shared room. Finding your boyfriend's hoodie drawer, you tugged out one of your favorites, sliding it on as the lingering smell almost made you break.

When would you feel his arms around you again? When would you smell the faint trail of his cologne a mile away?

Falling to the ground, you finally let it out, tears appearing on your cheeks in a matter of seconds as you finally let go. The room was quiet, save for the sound of your labored breathing and small sobs, but it was comforting, in a way. It was as if the whole apartment was comforting you in your loneliness.

"I'll be okay." You whispered to yourself, imagining your boyfriend's sweet voice whispering "You'll be okay," as he hugged you so tight, you felt as if you could melt into him, nothing but joy and peace resonating from you forever and ever.

He always joked that he would cry if you melted away, but right now, you'd rather do that then suffer alone like you felt you were right now.

Sighing again, you wiped yourself of your tears, putting on a smile as a sliver of hope turned into a burst of hope in your chest. Your whole body was warm with nothing but happy thoughts of your sweetheart, your dear prince Seokmin, and you felt as if you could go on forever without him if you had too, the memories so sweet and so tangible you could relieve thim every second if you desired.

You wouldn't have to live without him though. He would be back home. Two more weeks, and he'd be back with you in his arms. Two more weeks, and you could feel his kiss again. Two more weeks, and you could kiss the end of his nose as he chuckled under you.

Two more weeks, and your place that you and Seokmin made would be complete again.

taglist: @kstrucknet @k1eev (comment if you want to be added!)

[kagamesayu]

more on...

shidou who hates leaving bimbo!reader's side.

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, angst ??, possessive shidou wc: 1 k a/n . ngl this took forever and it's cause it ESCAPED me oh my... it might get messy at some point and i am SO SORRY . also im slowly becoming a shidou x bimbo!reader blog this is crazy, they're just so fun to write ugh reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

from my shidou x bimbo!reader pt 2

it's already a problem when you have to leave to go grocery shopping or anything of the like. he tries to find every excuse under the sun to go with you, even if he doesn't have to and you live right beside a convenience store.

"ryu baby i just need to go out and get that tiktok hair mask! you don't have to come-"

"yeah yeah shut yer trap doll i'm comin'. what if my baby needs a big strong guy to help her take her things?" he flexes his muscles, smirking as you gulp.

and you're too sweet and dumb to remember that you only need to get one thing, lowkey wanting shidou to be with you cause you always forget what you wanted to buy.

"mm...but i don't wanna waste your time ryu..."

"what if ya chip a nail-"

"omg you're so right! thank you baby, you're the best!"

he'll insist on going with you and it's all fun and games until he thinks someone's looking at your cute sequence miniskirt or your tight Barbie tanktop too long.

seems like some people can't take the hint - even with his arm snaked around your waist. one thing leads to another and he's in a fight for your honour, grinning madly and thoroughly fucking up the person staring you down.

because of his reactions you tend to sneak out and get the things really quickly - this doesn't usually work out though cause shidou always has tabs on you. he's obsessed after all!

this always ens with you getting a 'punishment' which can range from having to sit on his lap and feed him grapes to letting him have all the fun he wants with you.

if you get what i'm saying ;)

it's even worse when he has to leave you for a whole different country. he regularly goes overseas for matches and you almost always go with him.

but your scatter brained self will forget the dates and there are times you can't go with him because you forgot to take the days off.

and when he finds out he's so, so sad - never mad because he never gets mad at you. loves you too much.

"doll~ oh my cute, dumb baby doll~!" he squishes your face till your lips pucker, making you look at him as he pouts at you. "why'd ya gotta hurt me like this baby~?"

"didn't mean to ryu!" your speech is muffled, fingers wrapping around the wrist of the hand holding you hostage. "forgot..."

he sighs exaggeratedly before pecking your pouted lips, pulling away with a grin. "it's okay baby. it's ok," he sounds like he's saying that for himself. "just spend all yer time with me now, kay?"

as the days creep by, he becomes much more clingy. he becomes more quick to anger on the field, scoring much more and becoming so much more aggressive in his plays.

he never brings that energy home though, he treats his baby doll with so much care, he wouldn't dare make them cry.

he only brings that drive with him into the bedroom 🥵

you've been trying to make up for your mistake by pampering him more. leaving more lipstick kisses on his face and neck and making more beaded bracelets. you'd even made him an altoid wallet with polaroid pics of you two!

not gonna say he cried when he saw this but....

you pack some pink bandaids and hair clips in his luggage, and even let him take your favourite stuffed rabbit.

"please look after mr hannah montana! he can't have gluten and seafood and he hates the colour green so please don't put him in green clothes."

"okay baby-"

"and he also needs his fluff brushed in the morning!"

"yes-"

"and he hates being in a luggage so you have to hold him in your arms!"

"anythin' for you doll~"

and when that fated day arrives he gets so, so obnoxiously clingy. singing 'i love you's and 'i'll miss you's as he hangs off your shoulders, arms snaked around you. it was like he was trying to be a part of you.

he was :) he always wants to be inside you, sexually or not

he holds you like you're his lifeline. kisses you like it's your last.

you're both in the airport, a hand holding his duffle bag, the other holding yours, mr hannah montana in your arm as you try your darn hardest not to cry. your nails are digging into shidou's hands but he doesn't say anything.

he needs to feel you clinging to him. needs to feel you need him. cause he won't be able to have you for a week and he thinks he might die thinking about it.

who's gonna kiss his 'boo boo's when he gets into fights? who's gonna paint his nails and blow dry his hair while talking about what happened at work?

who's he gonna kiss and hug and fuck?

fuck, he's going to die.

"ryu..." your whiny tearful voice breaks him from his thoughts, his grip tightening around your hand. "gonna miss you so much-!"

your mascara falls with your tears, jaw quivering as the time for his flight comes closer and closer.

"oh doll." his coo makes you pause, his hand let's go of yours only to come up to your cheek. "'m gonna call ya everyday and yer gonna send me pictures everyday, right?"

"yeah..."

"and ya got that pile of clothes in case ya get lonely?"

"course!"

"good. i'll be back so fuckin' fast baby you won't even have time to miss me~" his handsome smirk is splayed on his face, "and don't forget," he leans in close and kisses you passionately, tongue sneaking in your mouth as his hand moves to hold your throat.

when you pull away, you're breathless, panting and gasping air greedily, a string of spit connecting your lips. you don't even think about the fact that you're in an airport with his teamates staring at the two of you. you can't think about anything other than shidou ryusei.

"'m yours and yer mine, no matter where i go."

[thezombieprostitute]

Lesson Plans - Part 1

Summary: Biker Hal Carter and Sheriff Lee Bodecker compete for your affections. Who will you choose?

Warnings: Implied abuse, Mentions of a character's death, Teaching stress. Please let me know if I missed any!

Hal never thought he'd be living a semi-domestic life. As much as he'd once had the goal of getting a cushy office job and a pretty wife, joining the Snowpiercer biker gang had been life changing. He'd loved the camaraderie, yes, but his first time on a motorcycle was invigorating. He often compared it to flying and loved every moment of it.

But then his brother, Jefferson, called and told him his wife had passed away. With Curtis's blessing, Hal left the group and went to help Jefferson and his baby girl, Grace. He started working, unofficially, at Jefferson's coffee and tea shop so Jefferson could focus on taking care of Grace, and himself, without having to worry about the bills or groceries. He would also do fixes around the place, becoming a general handyman, so that Jefferson wouldn't have to sweat so many expenses.

It's been a few years and Hal's little family has reached a kind of normalcy. Jefferson still has his bad days, but Hal makes sure to help him through. Whether it's by giving him space and taking Grace for a walk or sitting with him and letting him go on about his late wife.

Hal was never sure he'd be one for settling down, but seeing how much love Jefferson still has for his wife makes him reconsider. Especially if it resulted in a baby as sweet and good as Grace. Hal flirts with pretty much every woman he sees but, between work and family, he just doesn't have time for dating. But he doesn't begrudge his brother and niece. He'd give the world for them. But now that Grace was going to be at school all day, maybe he'd have the time to start looking for something serious.

Lee often joked that he was "married to the job". The officers on his force would agree. The man was dedicated to his work, taking the role of "public servant" seriously. Whether it was taking care of people during an emergency, making sure people felt safe in their daily life, or taking down criminals.

Ever since he was a kid, Lee wanted nothing else but to be a sheriff. He worked his entire life towards that goal. His parents had hoped he'd set his goals elsewhere and tried to push him into a career that paid better and was a lot safer, but he wasn't having it. Lee was nothing if not driven.

The problem was, all he had in his life now was his job. He was grateful the people of the county continued to trust him and his record well enough to keep electing him. His competition always had an advantage on him in terms of being "family people". They always played at being relatable because they had spouses and children while all he had was his record. But apparently that was enough for the voters.

Still, there were a lot of lonely nights and poor eating. He never had time or energy to cook. Never had time or energy to put into a relationship. But this election cycle he was running unopposed. Maybe it would be a good time to start looking for fulfillment outside of work.

It's your first day on the job in a new town. You hated leaving your job in the city, there were so many good memories. Unfortunately, there were even more bad memories. Your ex-boyfriend, Colin, and his friend, Detective Diskant, made sure of it. Colin had been such a flirt, you should've seen the red flags, but he was so charming. At first. It didn't matter which officers you tried to report him to, Diskant made sure to intercept and nothing would happen.

So you packed up and moved out to the middle of nowhere. You had no savings left after your move, having spent every penny just getting the hell out. But you'd make do on a threadbare budget. You've done it before, pretty much every day since you started college. That's probably just how it will always be. Coupons and penny pinching forever.

But at least you can still have a good life. Starting over doesn't have to be a bad thing. You'll just focus on work, your students, and try your best to forget about men.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82 ;@ronearoundblindly

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

I don't know if this has been done before, if it has ignore my ask but i was wondering if you could do a set of headcanons explaining how the boys show love? Like do they compliment? Do they do things for their s/o? Are they constantly expressing affection or is it special when they show love? Do they do grand gestures or is it more of a low-key thing? Again I haven't read all of your posts so if this has been done already I'm sorry. It feels like something that would have been done before but I can't find it.

A/N: This request has been making its round in the fandom, but I haven’t done this yet! I’ve done dating headcanons before, but not an in-depth of how the boys show their love! Thank you so much for requesting, I was super jazzed to write this!

DARRY CURTIS

For Darry, I definitely think he’s acts of service or quality time as his giving love language, and maybe words of affirmation for receiving?

He’s giving the vibes that he’d always be trying to do things for you or having you around, I really think those moments are seriously when he’s the most happy and thriving

So for acts of service specifically, I can see him being the boyfriend to carry your bags or hold doors for you, cook you dinner, or do chores around the house that benefit you like picking up your favorite foods when he goes grocery shopping

Also! Doing your laundry! Got a feeling you’re spending so much time around the house, your clothes work themselves into the laundry cycle and Darry makes sure to leave them on the foot of the bed for you, carefully folded up

And with quality time, he just likes having you around him, y’know? It’s kind of self-explanatory-

Boyo just wants to be with you, watching a movie, cooking, shopping, sitting, working, watching, Darry wants to be at your side and just stay there, hanging out in your orbit

SODAPOP CURTIS

Physical touch and words of affirmation as his giving love language and quality time as his receiving language!

I think Sodapop has a little problem with wondering if people really like him or not? Like if they just think he’s pretty or actually like him? So going out of your way to hang out with him makes him feel really appreciated

But he’s definitely gotta have his hands on you, both as a way to get out all of his chaotic energy and as a way of loving on you at all hours of the day!

Hands on your waist, keeping you close when you go dancing, toying with your fingers, or nuzzling along the line of your jaw when you cuddle, Sodapop is very tactile and very dexterous

And the words of affirmation, oh my good Lord, this boy will shower you with so much sweetness that you’ll feel like you took a bath in syrup

He thinks you’re pretty, thinks you’re smart, thinks you’re incredible, gorgeous, hard-working, lovely, funny, you’re everything to him and he’s gonna let you know it every day

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony’s giving love languages are words of affirmation and quality time and his receiving is physical touch because I say so

Pet his hair, kiss his cheek, lace your fingers with his and tug him around, pressing into his side, Pony absolutely melts whenever you touch him

Words are really kind of his thing? He’s a writer babes, let me just tell you, you’re gonna be immortalized in his writing as his muse, forever and ever no matter what happens between you two

He writes you love letters and little notes, chock full of compliments and affirmatives about how much he cares about you! I highly suggest keeping these and thumbing at the corners when you miss him <3

And quality time? You guys do spend a lot of time together, but it’s usually around the guys, so Ponyboy does try and take some time out so it’s just the two of you guys together 

You go to the movies together a lot, do your homework together (either at his place or yours), and go on walks to watch the sunset like the hopeless romantics you both are!

DALLAS WINSTON

You can argue with me all you want, but Dally’s receiving is words of affirmation and his givings are acts of service and physical touch

He may be all big and tough, but Dally’s got a soft spot for you and your words always manage to resonate with him, he values your thoughts and opinions over anyone else’s

Yes, I know that he’s an asshole with a bunch of unresolved trauma, but he’s got some gallant traits and I think that he knows how to treat a lover, knows how to be a good person 

He defends you endlessly, guards your drink, picks you up from wherever you are, and takes you out all the time. Dally wants to do things for you, okay? Ya might as well let him do what he wants

And physical touch is such a straightforward concept for him, you can’t look me in the eye and convince me that he’s not one of the touchiest boys, you just can’t, okay?

So many kisses you think you’ll never breathe again, hands finding homes in the dips of your hips or the pockets of your jeans, linking his fingers with yours to give you a little more freedom but still keeping you close when you guys go out!

JOHNNY CADE

Johnnycake my beloved, I’m gonna give him words of affirmation and acts of service for giving and words of affirmation as receiving too!

I think he’s got a rough relationship with touch that’s too long to discuss here, but I really do think he flourishes under compliments! Tell him he’s smart, tell him you like his hair when it’s ungreased, just tell him you like him for crying out loud- 

Johnny likes to talk with you? Which seems weird cause he’s often painted as this shy and quiet kid who never really talks to anyone, but he’s got some sass, we see it when he’s with Ponyboy

So he talks with you and I kid you not, every other statement out of his mouth is a compliment your way, he’s constantly praising you for every little thing under the sun, I’m not even joking

And he’s always down to do things for you! You need something, he’s jumping to get it for you or already giving up what he has to give it over to you

Johnny’s personally offended whenever you try to downplay your needs or thoughts, he wants so badly to help you out and show you how much he loves you, I’m begging you just ask if you need something 

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

This handsy little man definitely has physical touch as one of his giving languages and I think gift-giving is another! I’m torn between acts of service and quality time as his receiving

Two-Bit likes having you around and will often call you up just to hang out or join him on whatever adventure he finds himself in, whether that’s just watching his sister or hitting up a part in the neighborhood

He shows a lot of his love through little trinkets? You’ve probably got shelves full of the little doo-dads he’s given you-

Some of them are stolen, some of them were handmade, and some were actually bought, but all of them, you can rest assured, were given to you with nothing but love and adoration

Hands, hands, hands, if Two’s not touching you, he’s not going to have a good day and he will throw a hellacious fit if you don’t let him keep at least one finger linked with yours

Two likes to have his hands on your hips or tracing the lines of your body, he’s a sucker for your eyes and likes to draw shapes on your skin, especially over your stomach and shoulder blades!

STEVE RANDLE

Love languages for Steve-o are acts of service and words of affirmation for giving and physical touch for receiving!

I think he’d benefit from you showering him in hugs and kisses? Tracing the greased swirls of his hair and squeezing his hand whenever you go to link your fingers together-

With acts of service, he’s constantly trying to do everything for you, man’s a cheerleader and wants nothing more out of life than to be at your beck and call

Carrying your backpack or shopping bags, driving you around when you guys go out on the town and all that! He will not let you pay for anything, it’s a fight every time you try to pay for food- 

Cheerleader also literally means nothing but compliments, okay? He’s got nothing but kind words to give to you in he’s gonna tell you all about it, every single thought that passes through that head of his

Wearing an outfit he likes? Compliments and kisses. Helped him out with a car at the DX? Tells you how well you did and how you’re a far better helper than Sodapop ever was

TIM SHEPARD

Darling Timothy Shepard has acts of service and physical touch as his giving love languages and acts of service for receiving too 

It means a lot to him when you do things, helps him know that you really do care for him like you’ve been saying, it’s that reassurance he needs, especially if you’re taking care of him by taking care of his siblings

Giving acts of service looks like him defending you, picking you up or driving you around town for things other than dates, and paying for dinner when you guys go out

You’re his doll, y’know? He’s never really had anyone steady to take care of him so he’s gonna make sure that he’s steady in your relationship, he’s gonna be there always to take care of you

He’s iffy with receiving physical touch but gives it out very freely, mostly focused through touches or kisses

He’ll run his fingers through your hair, trace your cheekbones, hold your hand or slip a hand into your back pocket, kiss your cheeks and the spot below your ear, making sure you feel his love <3

CURLY SHEPARD

Curly’s got physical touch and acts of service as his giving love languages, much like his older brother, but his receiving is words of affirmation!

He needs to be smothered in kind words, okay? He won’t believe them at first but just keep it up and he’ll be a happy little Curly in no time, you’ve got to get through that tough outside

As for physical touch, it’s self-explanatory. He likes to have his hands on you and he’s gonna touch you all the time, just as long as you don’t mind, of course, he’d never do something you’re not okay with

Specifically, I’m talking about him tracing shapes into your skin when you’re laying next to each other, his hand finding a home on the inside of your thigh when you’re sitting in a booth at the diner, tons and tons of kisses all over your face, neck, and hands

Acts of service looks like him giving over his jacket when it gets cold in the evenings, sharing the fries on his plate when he can tell you’re still hungry, carrying your backpack down the school hallways

He doesn’t always know how to show his love through words or anything, so he relies heavily on actions and doing things for you as a way to try and make sure you know how he feels about you

[peachiemilkytea]

Lockdown

Pt 1 , Pt 2

Summary: After the Department of Temporal Phenomena had released tapes instructing everybody to go into isolation in 1992. You sit alone at home sitting in loneliness and misery. But the unknown threat roams suspiciously close to you.

Paring: Alt!Gabriel x you

Warnings: paranoia, depression, isolation, religious themes, break-in, descriptions of injuries, use of Y/N, etc

WC: 3K

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The tv plays with bright colors that can burn anybody's eyes. Figures of people in swimsuits with piña colada's and margaritas in their hands walked around. Sounds of annoying voices yelling at something pointless was the only thing filling up the silence in the house. I sit on my sofa with the remote in my hand, watching whatever came on the tv. This time it was some reality tv from other states.

Ever since the outbreak, Mandela county has gone on lockdown. The government released these tapes of alternates. Phenomenal creatures that come into peoples homes and use their mind against them. My dad always said it was the devils work. There's been cases about it in the news of people going missing and alternate reports. It's hard to sleep without a night light on. I can only imagine the police department being flooded with calls. There isn't much to do about the alternates since nobody knows how to get rid of them. The most recent tape the government handed out was the M.A.D tape. If you're M.A.D then you're too late.

It been lonely being in isolation, I had to pick up my high school dipolma through the parking lot's roundabout. I still have the yearbooks, prom pictures, folders of graded worksheets, and Polaroid pictures of what friends I had. It wasn't easy making friends in high school when your the priest's daughter. With everyone's mothers going to the church your dad owns to go on their knees and pray for God. Now I'm by myself. Sitting at home, watching girls fight over the guy in a tropical paradise.

Everyday is the same. Nothing ever changes. I feel like I'm sitting here waiting for my turn to die next. That scares me so much. Things never change on the outside, but I have changed internally. I am so lonely. I haven't talked to another person in months. Let alone been outside. Grocery shopping trips don't count. Sometimes I think I'm mute with how quiet I am. There's nobody there to talk to. I don't have my friends anymore. Everyday I wake up and stay in bed for seven hours. My teeth are becoming yellow cause I can't find the strength to take care of myself anymore. Every night, I stay up for hours tossing and turning. Every little thing makes me upset. If I drop a spoon and it gets dirty I break down in tears. I don't feel like myself anymore.

On the clock, It was ten thirty. Maybe I should eat. I did skip lunch. I didn't have the motivation to get up and make something. The fridge was too far away. It takes too much energy to make any food. Though I'll starve. I guess I'll have to get up. That's going to take awhile to do, it's so hard to move my body when I have no motivation to get up. come on come on come on.

I slowly get up from the couch, my legs feel like they can't hold my body up. Walking to the kitchen, I don't know what to make. A Tv dinner will do. I grabbed a Tv dinner with lasagna. I pull down the foil halfway, then put it inside the microwave. I get this uncomfortable feeling, but I don't know where it's coming from. I look around to find nothing. It feels like something is staring at me. I shrug it off and put the tv dinner inside the microwave. Hearing beeping coming from it. I'm getting kinda nervous now. It feels like something is off. I stared at the microwave hoping it would heat up faster. Waiting for it makes time feel slower.

There's tapping outside the window. It felt like it was all around me. I looked around, checking the windows. Nothing was there. I didn't see anything tapping. It could be a tree branch. Living next to the woods makes it hard to see things at night. Since there's no street lights it's pitch black. I go back to the microwave.. but the tapping got louder. It was coming from in front of me. The microwave beeped. I quickly pulled out my food and grabbed a fork out of the drawer. Fast walking out of the kitchen and back to the living room.

The relief soon flooding me, what was all that about? It would be stupid if I tried to investagate it. I don't want to get killed. I slowly ate my food listening to the pitchy voices coming from the screen. The guy didn't even look cute... he kind of looks like a monkey. Wiping the red sauce away from the corner of my mouth with my thumb. I didn't really have much of an appetite. Watching the waterfall come down into a lake as the girls danced around in their bikini's hoping to catch the attention of the guy. One of them went to go talk to him in private which made the others mad. One of them went crazy over it. Seeing all this water makes me need to pee.

I encourage myself to get up again, slowly lifting my limbs off of the couch. Walking down the dim lit hall, I feel better if all the lights are on but it's too much effort to go find the light switch. I open the door to the bathroom.

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The light floods the hallway when I open the door. Closing it with a click. As I'm walking away, a window near the bathroom is open. That's werid.. I could've sworn I've closed all of them. I pull the window down, clicking the lock at the top. what if something happened? Something could have come through that window. Am I in danger? Maybe I'm being too paranoid, everything is okay. It's my house.

I walked back to my living room, plopping down on my couch. This is getting boring, I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. hmm, horror? The last thing I need is to have my paranoia questioning everything. No. Action? Every super hero movie is all the same. No. Bible prayer session? ummm No. I already did that today. Oh! Sunday night's comedy! I could use a good laugh right now.

The Tv showed a guy with a microphone making jokes to an audience. I even pitched in a few laughs. He was creative. A few different comedians came out after every commercial break. I liked the lady who complained about her husband.  Her sarcasm was funny.

Huh? That's weird. The TV is flickering with a bunch of static coming from it. Maybe it's the wifi router? I got up to check behind the tv. Restarting it a couple of times, the static wasn't going away. If it's not the connection it must be the power. I need to check the circuit breaker. I grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen drawers, going to the basment door in the hallway. The basement is always scary. It is silent and dark down there.

I take a deep breath feeling fresh air come through me. I got this, it's just a quick trip. I open the door to be greated with pitch black. I don't want to do this... The flashlight clicks as it turns on. Every step I go down creaks. I'm afraid it might break from under me. Where is the circuit breaker? Oh, it's in front of me. I look at the switches and buttons. Maybe it will reset itself if I turn it off and back on again. I click the switch turning it off, then sliding it to the other side to turn it back on again. I hope that worked. Now to go back upstairs.

The basement door slammed close. Heavy muffled footsteps echoed through the basement. There's somebody in my house. I stiffened. What do I do? My anxiety pumped through my veins,  adrenaline went through my bones. Sweat made my hair stick to my forehead. I need to call the police and hide. I sneaked back upstairs. I don't know where the threat is.

I ran towards the hall closet, nimble enough to make little to no noise. I don't feel safe anymore. If I get up to my room and lock myself in there I should be safe, right? There's a phone by my bedside. The footsteps get louder, they come closer. I put a hand over my mouth to control my breathing. Please leave me alone.

A alternate, pitch black with a deformed human body walks slowly up to the closet door. It looks around. Don't open the door. Please don't open the door. It stays there for a minute, till it slowly walks away and into the kitchen. I quitely keep my steps light, with a flashlight sturdy in my hands. If I need to attack I will, but I'm afraid of getting close to it. I reach the top of the stairs. I'm almost there, my door is at the end of the hallway.

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Oh no. Turning my head over my shoulder. The thing was staring right at me. Without thinking, I ran. The air in my lungs became tight and light. The creature ran after me with inhuman speeds. It's stomps were enough to shake the whole house. My heart pumps out of my chest. My legs burn. I go into my room and slam the door in it's face. Locking the door immediately. It bangs and screams at the door. oh my god oh my god what did the government broadcast say? T.H.I.N.K.? I can't remember the principals!

I grab the ends of my dresser and push it in front of the door, grabbing whatever I could find and put it in front of my door. I yanked the phone off of the reciever and dialed 911.

"Hello? emergency services, how may we help you?"

"There's somebody in my house, it doesn't look human. Please help me. My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I live on Osprey street."

"I'm sorry, we do not get invovled with alternate cases. Please be safe and make it out alive." The emergency responder hung up the phone. What am I supposed to do now?!  I put the phone back down on the receiver. Then it started speaking to me through the door. It speaks of all my trauma, all my failures and embarassing moments that I didn't want to remember. I covered my ears and hid in my closet. It's watching me through the door.

"Come to Your refuge with joy for You shelter me against the attack of the devil. Protect me, O Lord, from the craftiness of the enemy, and save me from his evil plots. Cover me with Your presence when I feel weak so that he will flee from my presence. Amen." I feel myself whispered under my breath, clasping my hands togethers. Shutting my eyes. I let out my intentions into each and every word.

"Protect me, O'Lord. Protect me, O' Lord. Protect me, O'Lord. Protect me O'Lord!"

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The sun shined through the built in blinds on my closet door. How long has it been? The early morning? Ugh... That alternate still might be at my door. I haven't shut my eyes all night. There's muffled whispers of deceiption. I need to get out of here.

I open the door, my rooms scattered with mess. It looks like a natural disater happened in here. There are murmurs of manipulation getting louder. I'll be okay if I jump out the window. Then I need to run like hell. It's quick so I need to be quiet. I tip toe to my window sill. I gently open it and hang my legs out of it. Taking a deep breath, I jump.

The bushes crushed my fall, but my feet weren't placed right. I think I sprained my ankle. It hurts so much. It hurts with every movement. I need to get out of here. I need to go to the police. That's the only safe place I think off. I get up slowly. Sprinting down the side walk, my ankle hurts with every step. My hair flows behind me, my lungs gasp for air. There's tension in every bone in my body. I run, I run, I run. No matter how tired I get. I can't stop running. Please, please. I need to get there. I don't want to die.

There's people looking at me weridly from their cars, people walking down the sidewalks look at me fearful. I'm almost there. In the distance, I see the sign, Mandela County police deparment. I feel my body giving up on me. Air has become suffocating. I can't stop now I've come too far. I can't go back to my house. Everything is watching me. I run, I run, I run. Police officers eye me down in front of the building. I stop in front of the place. My legs give out from under me, it burns when I breath. My ribs cramp up and I feel it coming back up through my throat. I swallow the vomit back down.

A few officers come to my side, pressing their palms on my shoulders. Asking me questions I can't make out. The world has become blurry. The two police officers help me up and inside the building. I don't know where their taking me. It's too hard to see. I'm sitting on something soft. I blink a couple of times to focus my vision. Getting used to the light in the room.

"Hello? Miss? Can you hear me?"

"Ruth, she has a sprained ankle."

The officer looked at my ankle, moving it from side to side. It hurt so much. I wasn't even focused on the pain until now. He gently holds it. I wince with every touch. I can tell he's looking up at me worriedly.

"Wha.. what?" They loooked at me surprised but relieved. The other officer, Ruth I think. Left to go behind the desk, pulling out a first aid kit. She threw it to the other officer. He caught it and started working on my leg.

"Are you okay?" Ruth asks coming back with a notepad  and pencil. Her eyes showed so much. It was comforting. The gentleness of everything felt safe. Like I was no longer being watched.

"Barely.." I mumbled, my throat hoarse from running for my life back there. My lips felt so chapped, licking them might make them worse but it's a natural instinct.

"What happened?" The other officer tending to my ankle asked.

"I called earlier, something broke into my house. I barricaded myself in my room and hid in my closet till morning. I thought it would go away but it didn't. So I jumped out of my window and ran all the way here." I explained. They turned pale and tensed up.  Ruth reached for her gun.

"Ruth no." The other officer reached up and grabbed her arm.

"Thatcher, she could be one. She needs to be stablized." Ruth said sternly pointing her gun at me. I tensed up and gasped. Sweat went down the side of my face.

"She's not. Her injuries are heavy, if she was an alternate she would be able to heal them. She came here looking like hell." Thatcher tried to convince her. Oh, so that is his name.

"She could be faking all of that if she was an alternate, for all we know she's already dead and an alternate could be using her body." Ruth said, her trigger getting steady. Thatcher put his hand up saying "wait." He holds his hand up to me slowly, I move back afraid at what he's going to do next. His hand gets closer to me, I shut eyes looking away. My heart beats out of my chest. His fingers touch my pulse.

"she has a heartbeat, alternates don't have heartbeats." Thatcher confirms. I open one eye looking around. Ruth lowers her gun. I open both my eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the room again.

"So everything you said is true?" Ruth asks gently. I nod slowly. I'm scared to say anything.

"Start from the beginning." Ruth ordered, pulling out her notepad and pencil again. Writting what I said before. Oh dear God protect me.

"I was at home making food, but something was tapping on my window. It was coming from in front of me. I thought it was a tree branch and I was freaking myself out. I spent some time eating and hanging around. Till I had to go to the bathroom. When I came out of there, the window was wide open. It was closed before I went to the bathroom. Then the tv was getting all staticky, it wasn't from the wifi router so I checked the circuit breaker in the basement. But when I reset the breaker, somebody slammed the basement door shut. I heard footsteps walking around my house. The nearest and safest phone was in my room, I sneaked back upstairs but it chased after me. I barricaded myself in my room and called the police but nobody came." I explained more of the story, stuttering and shaking. Flashbacks appeared in my mind, every fearful moment.

"And that's when you waited for it to leave but when it wouldn't you jumped out of your window and ran all the way here." Thatcher completed the story. I nodded profusely.

"You ran all the way here with a sprained ankle?" Ruth asked, I nodded again confirming that.

"I couldn't feel the pain cause of my adrenaline." I added on. Though it's splinted and wrapped up, it stll hurts like hell.

"You should stay here for awhile, to make sure the alternate in your house has left." Thatcher said getting up of the ground helping my leg up onto the couch. It felt better now that it was laying at an angle. He opened the mini fridge in the office and pulled out an ice pack, he gently put it on my ankle. I winced a bit at the sudden change in tempature.

"In the evening, officer Thatcher and I will escourt you to your house, We'll do a clean out search. You'll get home safely." Ruth said reassuringly, putting her hand on her hip with a smile.

"Thank you so much." I grinned at her, I can finally relax. I assume this is a shared office since there's two desks. They returned to their spots. I laid my head on the couch looking up the ceiling. It's okay now, you're safe. I tell myself,  I can get some sleep in. It's all going to be okay. My eyes flutter shut.

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"Hey, (Y/n) it's time to wake up." The nudging on my shoulder got more apparent. I slowly open my eyes, feeling groggily. I rub the sleep from my eyes. Oh, It's officer Thatcher. I sit up slowly.

"How long was I out for?" I asked. I look back down at my ankle. It looks kind of better. Less swollen, still hurts though.

"For about seven hours, you needed it though. Ruth and I are going to take you back home and check your house." Thatcher informed. I leaned over and took the icepack off. He held out his hand and I took it. Slowly getting up. I winced, the weight on my ankle was too much. I held my leg up like a hurt dog would hold up it's paw.

"Ready to go?" Ruth asked in the doorway holding her stuff. I nodded smiling softly. I don't want to go back home, but I can't stay at the police station forever. I dread going back. I don't think I feel safe there anymore. I limp to the car with Ruth helping me, she holds me up by my waist. I must be living every kid's dream, I get in the police car.

The sun goes down making all kinds of pinks, oranges, and yellows. It was hard to see from the barred up backseat window, but still enjoyable. The radio  played softly, some kind of 90's punk rock. It must be the radio station that Thatcher likes. The poles of streetlights pass by quickly, homes that are locked up are filled with light, There's few cars on the road of people coming home from work. It feels so.. human. That's reassuring to me. It reminds me in a way that I survived. I see my house in the distance.

"Is this it?" Ruth asks, looking at me in the review mirror. I nodded staring back at her. I don't want to go back. There's nothing awaiting me there but an alternate. She parked nearby my  driveway.

"Stay here, if we don't come back then drive back to the police station." Thatcher instructed. I nodded again looking up at him doe eyed. I gave him my house keys. They both got out of the car, I watched as they enter the house.

I waited for a few good minutes in the car. My anxiety rised higher and higher with every second they were in there. My leg bounced profuesly as bit my nails. I'm slowly losing control over myself. Soon enough I see Ruth coming out with Thatcher, she knocks on my door. I sloppily get out with a little help from her. Thatcher gave me back my house keys.

"The cost is clear, there's no alternate. But we can see you put up a good fight." Thatcher said looked at me grinning.

"You did one hell of a job with that bedroom door." Ruth snickered and helped me into my front door. The silence speaks volumes, I don't want to be here anymore.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Ruth says patting my shoulder gently. She helps me into the couch.

"We fixed up the bedroom a little to cut you some slack. If you ever need anything call us, and use the code word Delta. It's to know that you're the real you." Thatcher said smiling comfortingly. I feel a little better knowing I have a plan for next time. But I dread those words, next time. Like it won't end after this.

"Thank you so much for everything." I said trying to sound okay. My shoulders don't let down their guard.

They both bid me goodbye, I sit in a quiet house full of loneliness. I don't want to be here. It feels different without people here. I'm not going to bed tonight.

[hellsbelle999]

hello :D do you have any headcanons about the gang (if u need a specific character, then ponyboy) that you would like to share with the class >:)?

ty for being my first ask 🫶 !!

these aren't the best but hope yall enjoy nonetheless :-)

WC: 778 // not proofread

Pony:

I feel like he and Johnny are really into photography. They mostly show their pictures to each other rather than the rest of the gang, but will occasionally share what they're currently working on. when out and taking photos, they try to follow a specific theme - windows, people, trees - stuff like that.

Sometimes Ponyboy will ask Soda to take his film to be processed. If Sodapop sees a picture he really likes (usually of one of the gang since they hardly sit for photos purposely lol), he'll order an extra copy and will hang it up around the house.

Soda just thinks it's cute that pone takes pictures of everybody like that (so does Darry but he doesn't act like it, just silently thankful that someone's getting pictures of all of em)

Bro's gotta be bisexual fr

He's aware that he likes both guys and girls but doesn't question it much. Kinda nonchalant about it and wouldn't think it weird unless someone else said something.

Two-Bit:

Def steals little things for his mom and kid sister (and we love him for that)

Probably just stuff like makeup or a new doll - if he sees it and thinks they'll like it then he snags it right up, employees none the wiser

Partially motivated by him thinking he doesn't do enough for them and wants to make up for it

Since he doesn't have a job they're like hrmmm… ok.. But won't question it/confront him about it directly, just in passing sarcasm or jokes (but they know he stole it ofc)

His mom would come home from work, seeing Two's sister with a new toy or maybe a fresh loaf of bread and some jam on the counter, maybe a new lipstick on her nightstand

While she appreciates the trinkets, she wishes that he would contribute to the family a little more honestly...

Soda:

I imagine that he's really clean and cares for his personal hygiene a lot. Out of all of them, he smells the best lmao. Soda feels like his appearance is all he has going for him, and tries his best to keep up that reputation.

The week pony was missing he started slacking - missing showers, stopped combing his hair, and wore the same unkempt clothing as a result of the depression. All he wanted to do was lie in bed all day, but he had to keep carrying on, just barely.

Clearly this was way beyond his normal behavior and Darry and Steve tried getting him back on his normal routine (and failed).

He didn't freshen himself up until he read about pony in the newspaper, not wanting his kid brother to see him in that sorry state when he went to the hospital.

Darry:

Actually loves cats, but won’t admit it straight up lol.

He “finds” one on the street and decides to keep her. When asked about it, he just says they're easy to take care of so why not.

He loves how quiet and warm cats are, especially when he's reading the paper at the table before work, the house chilled by the morning's air.

Sometimes he'll fall asleep petting the kitty on his chest, leaned back in the recliner after a long day of work (lol such dad energy)

He accidentally teaches her to sit on his shoulders. Darry'd be making dinner or something and this scratchy old street cat would be sat atop his shoulder like a parrot, keeping a sure eye on whatever he's cooking.

Dal:

Slightly afraid of dogs.

He's fine with ones he's familiar with, like a friend's, but if he sees a stray on the street he's likely to hightail it outta there or walk as far away from it as possible

Random:

Before the wreck, I feel like the gang would go grocery shopping with Mrs Curtis 😭😭

Just imagine these scruffy lookin greasers trailing behind this completely unassuming lady. They definitely turn some heads, but the boys help her carry bags and such so she’s not complaining.

She knows they'll all be over for dinner at least one point in the week, so she asks them for suggestions and will send em off with leftovers if there's extras.

The gang being themselves would be goofing around obviously, until either a store employee has to step in and ask them to calm down or Mrs Curtis shoots the boys a glare that immediately sets them in line. … for the most part at least.

I imagine they’d (mostly two bit or dal) would pick up the most random, vile jar off the shelf and be like “hey can we get some uhhhhh … fermented pig’s foot?” which everyone responds with varying Hell No's and ewws

I've honestly got a ton more ideas but I'll cool it and stop here 😭 plz forgive any grammatical errors etc

[skz1-4-3]

MY DEMON CH.1

Navigation || ateez Masterlist || hongjoong Masterlist ||.

¡Click here for the preview which holds important information to understand the story!

Pairings : DEMON!Hongjoong x reader , slight Wooyoung x san(not detailed , just a lot of skinship between those and lolevly chemistry)

Warnings : not proofread , Mentioning of blood , stabbing , choking(in a movie reader will watch) , harassment(reader gets harassed by men on the streets at night). Gore , head being sliced of by unknown power , knife. LMK if i missed something that could be triggering. <3

Word count : 1.7k (1,721 to be exact)

Readers POV : „you…“

Y/n POV : „I…“

no direct interaction with hongjoong yet , but i promise in the next chapter there will be.

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-1 YEAR BEFORE THE DAY OF THE INCIDENT-

[READERS POV]

You grunted as, you finally carried the last box into your new home, from the van . Your aunt had just passed away due to a tragic car accident, she was the last family member you had left , but now shes gone aswell. Somehow every single one of your family member all died due to tragic events.

You emptied each box and settled down on the slightly dusty couch that got a little damaged from the transport. You prior lived in busan , a small town in South korea and now you were here in Seoul , the city you and your aunt dreamed of visiting before her death.

„I should probably go grocery shopping , since i had to throw everything away“ you sighed , tired from moving. You stood up , grabbed your new keys and drove to the nearest store to buy some food and other things you might think were necessary.

„okay lets see , first lets get some food , i already have enough water at home so no need to worry about that for the time being“ you said out loud , even though there was nobody around that you talked to. You walked down the aisle , scanning the shelves to check if you needed anything in particular . Nothing looking infront of you, you accidentally walked into something or rather someone.

„Oh my , im so sorry. I wasn’t watching where i was going.“ you apologized and bowed to the person you walked into , as they put a hand on your shoulder.

„Please do not bow , its alright.“ a male deep voice said and you raised your head to look at the owner.

„My name is mingi by the way and these three are yeosang , san and wooyoung.“ he introduced himself and his friends to which they all nodded and two of them-san and wooyoung- gave a little wave and ‚hey‘

„Nice to meet you , my name is Y/n“ you spoke and gave them a little smile , they seemed so nice and had a friendly aura. Especially mingi , his aura basically gave you energy . You could see their auras thanks to your moms witch side,that flowed through your veins.

„where are you from by the way ? I can hear an accent“ Mingi asked you , tilting his head in curiosity. You told him that you were from busan and you all had a fun conversation about anything that came to your minds.

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..2 MONTHS LATER

-10 MONTHS BEFORE THE INCIDENT-

This encounter was 2 Months ago . Along your journey you all became good friends , almost family. Everything felt natural , you had also met Seonghwa , Yungo and jungho . Today you were all hanging out at you apartment, having another sleepover . You all gathered around and on the couch.

„So what we gonna do?“ Wooyoung asked and everyone turned to look at him . Mingi suggested to watch a horror movie and everyone agreed ,since halloween was approaching anyways. So you gathered some blankets and pillows ,to built a small nest ,to sit in. Everyone sat down comfortably , you were between mingi and yeosang,while wooyoung and san were cuddling each other. Seonghwa and jongho were on the couch, while yunho turned on the selected movie on the TV and proceeded to sit down infront of you and lied his head down ,between your legs. You put a blanked on him ,so it was warm and cozy .

The horror movie felt more like a thriller, as it showed a scene ,where blood was splashing basically everywhere. The character shown on screen was being brutally murdered and stabbed several times as Ghost face-the murderer in the scene- let out a maniac laugh. His free hand which wasn’t holding the knife , choking the poor girl.

Soon the movie was over and you all decided to play a classic game called truth or dare . Whenever you were bored , truth or dare was your solution.

„Okay , Wooyoung . Truth or dare?“ Yeosang asked wooyoung in anticipation.

„Hm truth , i dont trust you with a dare man.“ wooyoung answered and yeosang asked him ,if he was interested in anyone ,at the moment . The young man, had found a love letter in the notes app ,of wooyoungs phone , so he got quite curious. Wooyoung answered „no , i dont think i do.“ so yeosang asked him „what about that little love letter of yours?“ with a sly smile on his face . „I was just trying to be poetic i guess , im planning on writing a song about past relationships.“ he swiftly answered ,as if he was prepared for this question.

Playing another few rounds , yunho got up and walked to the closet beneath the TV to see what other movies you got stored in it. „Hey y/n , what book is this.“ he asked as he held up a book, that your aunt had left you behind, before her death. Strangely to you , it seemed like she knew the date of her death and was waiting for it . Becoming more anxious day after day , and two days before her accident, she gave you the book. It was filled with sentences, in what you assumed to be latin , but some words were still unknown to you ,so thats why you thought, it must be a different one.

„My aunt left it behind for me .“ you told him and took the book out of his hands gently . You opened the book on the last page, since you were supposed to read it from right to the left , other than usual books.

„Bestiam arcesse , tegere , necare , facere quod volo . At mihi ne noceas, ut sum dominus.“( summon the beast, to protect , to kill . But it shall not harm me , as I am its master.) you said out loud , yes you knew that you came from a family of witches -just like mingi , you found out about that when he used a spell to change clothes without knowing that you saw him- but you aunt always told you , that you were to weak to cast a spell , since your dad was human .

Or so you all thought

After you read it out and san raising his eyebrow , seonghwa asked. „What does that mean?“

„I have no idea“ you responded and you all returned to truth or dare and you placed the book behind you. Behind you … just like the weird stare you suddenly felt.

„Okay y/n , truth or dare .“ wooyoung asked you , you answered „dare!“ slightly excited. Wooyoung always had the most fun dares to do. But this time it wasn’t that fun .

„i dare you to get some snacks from the 24/7 store down the street. Please? I am starving.“ he said leaning into you with puppy eyes. You sighed and agreed. Should’ve picked truth. „Let me go with you , its already 2AM and dark outside.“ yunho said being the gentleman he is.

You disagreed and said thats its all good since the store is just down the road and been to it several times before after 3AM. After some arguing he accepted to just stay and wait for you to come back. You took you purse , put on shoes and jacket and left the house.

As you walked down the street with your hands in your pocket , you started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Weird… , you thought as you grew anxious. Out of nowhere a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you , into the alleyway. Another hand covering your mouth as the one that grabbed you held your wrists together behind you. You tried to scream but your sounds got muffled .

„Okay sweetheart , this will god by quickly if you just comply with us.“ said one of the men ,as he twirled the knife in his hands , a disgusting smirk plastered across his face. Your eyes filled with fear and pleading for them to let you go.

Unexpectedly the one holding your wrists let go , or so you thought. When you turned around you saw him unconscious on the flore . The other three were shocked and walked over to him , slapping his cheeks. The second time something weird happened was when another mens throat suddenly splashed a circle of bloods from around it and his eyes widened , you eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then his head , fell off of his body , landing on the floor next to the -which you thought was unconscious- dead man. The remaining two screamed and your eyes widened in horror. You quickly turned around and ran home where you were safe. Not really.

You were still dazed from what happened. Did the other two die aswell? You questioned yourself in your mind ad you walked into the living room where you found 7 men on couch and floor -or both like mingi whos upper body was on the floor but hips and legs on the couch- all sleeping.

You sighed in relief not having to answer the questioning of wooyoung which would lead to you vaguely telling them what happened , which then would lead to yunho feeling like he should be the one to blame for it.

You walked over to the free couch, which no one was on and settled down. You muscles thanking you ,since you just ran as fast ,as you’ve never been before. Looking down on the table you found the book open on the page from before again. The the guys read it ? You thought before you layed down to finally get some rest.

Why you weren’t confused on what happened just now? You were always told stories ,by your aunt and some of your mother , before they both passed ,on how crazy events happened to them, because they were witches.

Must be a witch thing…

Was the last thing you thought as you finally fell asleep.

[porcelainbirdss]

those summer nights ⋆·˚ ༘ * kuroo tetsurou

kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

content warning: overall emotional chaos, health issues, chapter is kinda long-ish

ch. three - "beelines." ↓

third of july, 1991.

a blur. that’s the word kuroo could use to describe his day so far. he doesn’t remember when he got up- maybe around 5am. from what the man deduced, he overall got about two hours of sleep. which wasn’t a tragedy of course, but it kind of crushed his hopes for a quick progress.

his brain was too occupied with keeping him barely alive, so he wasn’t thinking much about anything. it was humid. his feet hurt. a scent of lime tree filled his nostrils. the food in front of him suddenly appeared unappetizing.

y/n didn’t visit them today and kuroo failed to spot her bustling around her garden, which she seemed to do often. because of the high fence, he could always only see the top of her head, but that much was enough to grab his attention. grandma said something about her being busy today, or whatever.

it wasn’t like he yearned for the woman’s company, no. he simply enjoyed the presence of someone his age, deciding it was better than sitting alone or observing his grandmother chattering with her elderly friends.

suddenly a sharp, irritating sound pierced the silence, making kuroo jerk up. the phone was ringing. he pulled himself upwards, hurrying to pick it up. not because he desperately wished to talk, but rather in order to stop the maddening noise.

"hello?" he began, his fingers involuntarily starting to play with the cord, curling it around them, "who’s calling?"

"kuroo, is that you?" an elated voice boomed from the receiver, "how are you doing, my son? have you been sleeping well?"

the man immediately recognized it was his father talking. he wished he didn’t have to pretend everything was okay, when it obviously wasn’t, but settled it would be better to just lie. it will probably prevent him from being bombarded with idiotic questions. "why are you still sleepless?", for example. how should he know?

"life here is perfect, dad. i’m sleeping much sounder now," he began, twirling the cord between his joints, "i could stay here forever, you know." kuroo hummed, straining his tone to sound 'energized'.

"oh, really? your mother is already talking about you coming back, and—", the older one paused, searching for better words "…she, uh, supports your trip here. but she misses you too."

whatever that meant.

"tell her i miss her too." the black-haired man coated his words in honey. truth was he didn’t miss his parents at all, feeling much better mentally without having to endure their bullshit everyday.

kuroo and his father talked for a while longer before he had to hang up. the man put back the phone in its place, his shoulders slouching. he stood there aimlessly, facing the wall. it felt as if he wasted all of his remaining energy on conversing.

a short noise of opening door pulled him out of his momentary emotional distress. his head turned, immediately spotting his grandmother who just came back from her quick trip to the store. the man strained the corners of his lips upwards.

"how are you kuroo?" she inquired, reciprocating his smile, "you look worried." her tone seemed cheerful enough, probably indicating the shopping was successful.

he hurried to her side, taking both bags from her hands. "my father just called. we talked a bit." kuroo explained, carrying groceries to the kitchen. he began to unpack everything, putting the food in its destined places.

"did he now?" the older woman chimed, sitting by the table with a muffled grunt, "you don’t seem too thrilled by it."

well, she was right, as always. the black-haired man sighed deeply, mulling over the best word choice. he didn’t want to make his grandmother any more concerned than she should be, but the situation at hand was tricky.

"i mean," kuroo started, sitting down with her, "i am happy he called. it’s just…" he stammered, feeling the world spin a bit. the track of his thoughts got foggy, rendering him unresponsive. his tired eyes fixated on the wooden surface of the table.

suddenly, a gentle touch on his hand snapped him out of his temporary slump. he looked up, his gaze locking with his grandma’s. she always held such a warm expression on her face, it never failed to melt his heart.

"i see you’re down, kuroo," her voice rang clear in his head, uninterrupted by the constant noise his brain seemed to be producing, "whenever i need to get rid of sad thoughts, i go for a walk. why don’t you try it?"

that didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. he nodded, slowly getting up. maybe some fresh air will help him. anyway, he’s been here already for three days and still somehow didn’t step a foot outside.

"i’ll do just that. thank you, grandma."

kuroo expected the weather to be hot, but honestly this was beyond reasonable. when he was at home, the fan was always here to cool him down, but right now he’d have to fend for himself.

the sun was absolutely merciless. it beat down onto his back and head, making the world spin even harder. an unpleasant pang of dizziness washed over him, but the man ignored the feeling.

he heaved, taking small steps forward. the general layout of the streets didn’t change much from what he remembered during his childhood days, but it still seemed different. perhaps his memories were simply failing him.

in addition, it was quiet all around. occasional sounds of people could be heard, but overall tranquility dominated the whole village. bird’s chirping and the buzz of insects in the grass soothed his tortured mind. if only the sun wasn’t too overbearing, it could have been actually nice.

he moved on, admiring the mountains that looked as if they were cradling the whole countryside with their rocky arms. he spotted various locations, such as the post office, along with shops, taking mental notes of where everything was.

kuroo finally entered the more secluded area, covered mostly with trees and meadows. atop one of the hills stood a painter’s easel. it seemed to be abandoned for whatever reason, the canvas barely touched with some green paint. the view was thought-provoking, but he ultimately shook his head, leaving the thing behind.

shade provided by leafy crowns was an agreeable change, and it almost made him feel relaxed. it was still too hot for his liking, though. he carried on with his walk before suddenly spotting a familiar silhouette in the distance.

it was y/n. the girl was taking wide steps, quickly approaching him. that made kuroo slightly nervous. was she mad? before he could jump into any more conclusions, he realized that her expression was the one of distress, and she wasn’t actually looking at him. her eyes trailed over everything, up and down.

when they were close enough, he waved. she seemed to finally notice him, but didn’t really acknowledge his existence. she rushed, walking right past him. she had her postman bag with her, gripping onto it with both her hands. that made kuroo stop in his tracks, looking back at the woman.

"are you just gonna ignore me?" he yelled after her, making y/n stop as well. he didn’t know why he was so offended by the girl acting as if he was invisible, but it kind of irked him. she turned in his direction, a pinched expression on her face.

"i’m in a hurry right now. can’t talk." she called back, "sorry."

that was the last thing she said before continuing her (rather frantic) stroll. kuroo observed her for a while longer. her hair was visibly disheveled, along with her jeans being stained with grass and dirt. he let out a heavy sigh, pondering over the reasons as to why she was in such a rush. yes, the woman was usually full of energy, however this time it didn’t seem to be the case. something was obviously up.

a part of him wanted to help her, but then again, who was he to butt into her business? everybody had things they needed to tend to, and maybe sometimes it’s be better to stay out of them. in addition, knowing y/n, his offer would probably be turned down anyway.

kuroo clicked his tongue with crossed arms, as his eyes narrowed at y/n, her frame slowly beginning to disappear in the distance.

what a complicated thing that girl was.

fourth of july, 1:16 am.

much to the black-haired man’s surprise, sleep came without any protest tonight. it was… almost alien, in a way. when was the last time he fell asleep so quickly? was it the work of his earlier stroll, or perhaps the quality time he spent with his grandmother, watering her plants and talking together on the patio?

he wouldn’t know, but if a part of him was conscious right now, it probably was jumping up with joy. it was a big accomplishment to him. his organism finally shut down at around 10pm, so right now he had over three hours of sleep on his account, with no signs of waking up anytime soon.

kuroo’s body leisurely turned to the other side, basking in the desired rest. unfortunately for him, the god’s gracious gaze slipped away from the man, probably focusing on somebody else. it could only mean one thing.

a rapid, loud knocking brutally pulled him out of his serene state. his eyes snapped wide open. kuroo looked around, absolutely confused. his heart was thumping so hard, he felt as if the organ actually wanted to break free through his throat.

the sounds had yet to stop, meaning he didn’t dream it. he scanned his room once again, finally realizing the knocks were coming from his balcony door. he couldn’t exactly see who was causing all the noise, but the answer was rather obvious.

he had to physically stop himself from grimacing as he approached his curtains, swishing them apart. just how insane do you have to be to start pounding on someone’s balcony door in the middle of the night? it was crazy, and stupid, and ridiculous, and—

his buzzing thoughts were instantly interrupted by what he saw. if anybody took a photography, the view in front of their eyes would be close to a scene pulled straight out of a telenovela. y/n stood there, pressing her palms onto the glass, her whole face twisting in distress. moonlight hugged her frame, emphasizing the dampness in her eyes.

kuroo froze for a second before quickly opening the door. the girl practically stumbled into his arms, instantly gripping onto his shoulders. millions of thoughts spun inside the man’s head, as his expression turned equally unnerved. did a robber break into her house? was she attacked? someone died?

his lips parted, ready to start throwing questions at y/n, but she was faster. the woman’s fingers dug into his muscles, making him want to wince at the unpleasant sensation. he was way too distracted to voice his discomfort though, deeming it irrelevant to the whole situation.

”kuroo! you need to help me, please, my cat, i—" she heaved, starting to hyperventilate, "i don’t know what to do! she, uh—"

kuroo felt utterly lost. what? what was the girl even talking about? it was either his still foggy mind, or she just sputtered nonsense. however, she said something about a 'cat', so at least he was assured that everyone was alive and well.

seeing y/n was obviously freaking out, he placed his hands atop her shoulders, leading her to sit on his bed. waterfall of tears streamed down her cheeks, making the always lively woman seem awfully miserable. it contradicted with her fierceness, rendering kuroo blank-minded as he had no idea what to do. seeing her in such vulnerable state was… well, unnatural to say the least.

he kneeled in front of her, his amber irises locking with hers. she sniffled, wiping her face with the palm of her hand. her eyebrows furrowed as she looked to the side, noticeably avoiding any eye contact.

"i look stupid now, don’t i…?" she mouthed, her breaths still ragged.

kuroo had no reason to help her. during the past few days, she has shown him parts of her kind self, yes. but most of the time, those short moments were blinded by the amount of effort she put into annoying and being generally rude to him. plus, she practically barged into his house when he was in the middle of the best sleep he’s had in the longest time.

and yet, he smiled at her, shaking his head.

"no, of course you don’t." he muttered, his tone assuring, "but you need to calm down, y/n. honestly i didn’t understand anything you were saying earlier." he chuckled weakly, trying to light up the grim atmosphere just a little bit.

the woman took a deep breath, feeling at her chest. her heart rate was out of the roof, but somehow kuroo’s words made her a little more grounded.

"my cat ran away this morning…", her lips trembled as she started, "i— i know this is weird. i know. but i just love her so much. she’s all i have in this place—”

the girl suddenly choked on her words, fits of coughs shaking her whole body. the black-haired man immediately stood up, swiftly reaching for the water bottle he had put sometime earlier on his bedside table. he handed it to y/n, and she thanked him with a short nod before taking a few sips.

kuroo observed her drink. he slowly realized that when she rushed past him yesterday, she wasn’t trying to be arrogant and ignore him. y/n was simply searching for her lost pet. the woman must have held so much love towards the animal if she was able to look for it to this hour without giving up.

"ugh, sorry," she sniffled, putting the bottle away, "anyway… i’ve been searching for her but to no avail. at some point i just panicked and- and thought about you."

his eyebrows lifted up. "why me though? don’t you have anyone else to help you?" he inquired, biting his tongue as the words left his mouth. shit. he didn’t have to be so mean about it.

hearing that, y/n’s teary eyes snapped in his direction. a hurt look etched itself onto her expression, as she rapidly got up from her sitting place.

"you don’t need to help me,” she hissed, starting to walk in the balcony’s direction, "you can go back to sleep if you want. i don’t care."

kuroo cursed under his breath, quickly managing to catch her wrist. "hey, did i say i won’t help you?", he asked, angry at himself because of his own idiocy, "it’s just… you surely have friends here that are more capable than me, right?" a nervous smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

y/n kept silent. she turned her body back in kuroo’s direction, slowly shaking her head 'no'. he studied her for a prolonged second, before realizing that he was still holding onto her wrist. he let go, clearing his throat and taking a step backwards.

thinking of it, it made sense. the woman rarely hanged out with anybody other than his grandmother (and him). she was on excellent terms with every single elderly around, but seemed to lack in friends her age. no sane person would break into some 60-year old-grandpa’s room in the middle of the night, asking for help.

"i’m sorry, y/n," he apologized, confidence blooming within his voice, "let’s go look for your cat now." that made the girl perk up from her solemn state. her depressed expression immediately melted into happiness, as she jumped up towards him.

"will you really do that for me?" a wide grin spread across her face, lightening up the dark mood, "oh, thank you so much, kuroo!"

the man chuckled, "yeah, yeah, no problem. but lets use the door this time, okay?" he offered in a teasing tone, reaching towards his wardrobe. he dug out a hoodie, tossing it in y/n’s direction.

she caught the clothing piece, examining it for a second. huh, he wasn’t half bad. smiling to herself, the girl pulled it over her head, murmuring a simple "as you wish", before both of them left the house as quietly as possible.

a beat of silence passed between them. they walked along the street, moon being their only source of light. they should have prepared better, taking torches and putting on longer pants in order to protect their legs from scratches. alas, kuroo along with y/n were too focused on their mission to think of such details.

"so, uh… how does your cat look like?" he muttered, looking around in hopes of spotting bright feline eyes.

"she’s orange. her name is bee." the girl answered, the corners of her lips involuntarily curling up, "when i found her, she was stung by some insect. her whole muzzle got swollen.” y/n explained, a tinge of sadness laced through her voice.

kuroo snickered at that revelation, his gaze momentarily stopping on the big, glowy planet that hung above them. "so, do you wanna split up? or look for her together?"

"i’m not sure… you probably still don’t know your way around. let’s not split up, or you’ll get lost too." a weak giggle slipped from her mouth, and kuroo thought that joy fits her so much better than sadness.

they both decided on searching through the streets before departing further away into the forested areas. to their dismay, even though about two hours passed, the cat still remained missing. kuroo decided to take a short break, leaning on some pole as he observed y/n still running around and calling out for bee.

the woman was getting more frantic by the second, and honestly, he had to admit her nerves rubbed off on him too. he cracked his knuckles, thinking of where the cat could possibly be. if they don’t find her soon, the chances of her being safe will only drop.

even a few drunkards (who may failed to find their way home) asked them what they were searching so feverishly for. before kuroo could explain, y/n barked that it was none of their business. the men seemed to get slightly offended, forcing the two to quickly escort themselves somewhere else.

when they finally stopped running away from the drunken delinquents, y/n hunched over, supporting her body weight on her knees. a few coughs ripped from her lungs, making the man worry. he stepped closer to her, examining the girl’s slumped form, but still giving her enough space.

"hey, uh… you okay?" he questioned, knitting his eyebrows together. she looked up at him, nodding without much conviction on her face.

"m-maybe we should try looking in the forest?" y/n stammered out, trying not to wince at the pain squeezing her lungs, "though it will be hard without any light…"

that much was true. on the streets, everything was pretty much clear without any obstruction. situation shifts noticeably when there’s a multitude of leafy crowns hovering over your heads, effectively dulling the moonlight. still, kuroo didn’t feel like giving up.

whatever drove him, it was strong. perhaps he just missed being useful?

"let’s not waste time on too much thinking," he stated with full confidence, thinking it may lift up the woman’s spirits, "c’mon. we’re gonna find her."

y/n straightened up, a determined expression returning to her worn face. if kuroo was good at one thing, it surely was comforting people, and motivating them to push on. what if he was some kind of a leader in the past? a team sport suited him well enough. she’d have to ask later.

they started to quickly render the distance between them and the forest. the man didn’t feel exactly comfortable with being in total darkness, but y/n did not mind. she stayed on high alert, looking all around, even if it was hard to spot anything. the approaching sunrise managed to keep her hopes up.

and so, their lookout in the forest began.

the two struggled noticeably to push on through the thick bushes and tall grass. branches regularly slapped kuroo in the face, evoking painful grunts from the man. it was one of those rare moments when he cursed his genes for making him so tall.

whereas y/n wrestled closer to the ground, her ankles getting caught up in some weeds and rocks all the time. as they climbed atop one of the higher hills, she suddenly let out a yelp, losing her already unstable balance for two terrifying seconds. kuroo immediately turned around to see what was up, barely making out the shape of her silhouette from all-dominating darkness.

"grab my hand, or else you’ll fall." he offered, stretching out his arm towards y/n. she felt around the empty space, finally managing to get a hold on the man’s palm. she did so reluctantly, but deemed it was better than accidentally tumbling down, and being escorted to the hospital with multiple fractured limbs. now that would have been embarrassing.

they pushed on. the pair spotted a few small animals, but none of them were bee. another hour passed, and it was already around 4am. first rays of light started to force their way through the trees, making it a little easier to see. it didn’t help with y/n’s distraught state, though.

somehow they managed to cut their way short, arriving on a sandy coast. a spacious lake laid bare before them, mountains embracing the body of water. sun was slowly peeking out from behind their rocky peaks, painting a terrific landscape. for some reason, kuroo couldn’t bring himself to appreciate it.

his eyes locked on y/n. the girl was panting, sweat rolling down her temples. the man used to be sporty, still was, so walking for such a long distance wasn’t the biggest problem he could face. of course it took a toll on him, but contrary to y/n’s case, it wasn’t fatal.

the woman gasped, huffing heavily. she felt her legs shaking, knees threatening to buckle any second. she just plopped down on the ground, her head falling. the vision of bee being somewhere out here, scared and potentially injured shattered her heart into million pieces.

"i… i don’t know if i can continue anymore," she heaved, gripping her disheveled hair, "i’m too exhausted to walk. i’ve been constantly on move since 9 am—"

another wave of coughs shook the girl’s body. kuroo winced. it was always such an ugly sight. he internally thanked his immune system for being so strong, keeping all kinds of sickness away from him.

"stay here and i’ll look around, okay?" he mustered up a reassuring smile, even though his own mind was close to crashing. if only he knew searching for lost animals was so… rough. "i have a good feeling she’s near."

"no, i’ll go with you—!" y/n quickly pulled herself up, but the fast movement made her dizzy. she grunted, holding onto a tree trunk in order to prevent herself from falling face-straight onto the ground. the lack of rest and food was messing with her whole organism.

"see? you’re too tired." the man sent her a concerned glance, "i’ll be back soon."

y/n opened her mouth in order to protest further, however kuroo ignored her, starting to search through the tall grass. she was stubborn alright. if only he let her, he’s sure the woman could even crawl. fortunately, he deemed himself as a good person and didn’t want her to do such unreasonable things.

suddenly, a prolonged meow snapped him out of his reveries. he stopped in his tracks, looking around. another muffled sound lead him to a particularly dense clump of weeds. he pushed the tall bushes aside, spotting a small, orange cat curled into a ball. it lied there, shivering. it seemed as if it’s right paw was bleeding some time ago, but stopped.

he instinctively reached towards the animal, but it hissed at him. the man retracted his hand, straightening up. "is that you, bee…?" he whispered to the terrified pet. it’s ears seemed to slightly perk up at the sound of its possible name.

"y/n, you might wanna come see this!" kuroo called out to the girl, still keeping his eyes glued on the cat.

hearing his voice, she immediately regained all of her lost energy, pulling herself up. she kicked at the sand, sprinting towards him. the woman almost bumped into his back, fortunately managing to stop before the painful collision.

the moment her eyes locked on the cat, it looked as if the whole galaxy blessed her irises with a multitude of stars. she physically had to stop herself from screaming in happiness in order not to scare her cat away.

"bee, my beloved girl!" she breathed in relief, picking up the animal from the ground. she cradled her close to her chest, careful not to irritate her injured paw.

kuroo observed the reunited duo from the sidelines, realizing that now they will have to come back. shivers ran down his spine as he could only imagine the harsh route home, starting to feel tired from the mere thought of it.

well, what you wouldn’t do for a girl and her pet?

two hours. it took them two hours to venture back home. the roles switched- now the man was complaining from his exhaustion, and y/n simply nodded along, too occupied with her furry pet.

the time of the clock probably showed 6am. distant sounds of the train rushing by could be heard as they finally stood in front of their houses. truth be told, kuroo never expected his trip to the countryside would end up like that.

the vision of sneaking out and searching for something through streets and wilderness was straight out of a movie. yet, here they were, all dirty from the mud and littered with small cuts. yes, they tripped multiple times in the forest, even though they were holding onto each others hands.

"so… we’re finally back!" y/n cheered, adjusting her hold on bee.

"yeah, finally," kuroo repeated after her, "i can’t believe you really dragged me out in the middle of the night to do this." he sent her a teasing glance, his shoulders slouching.

the woman smiled kindly, forgetting about their bickering and the whole "rivals” charade for good.

"you have no idea how thankful i am," she muttered, her gaze locking on her shoes, as their color suddenly became very interesting, "really. i don’t know how i’ll ever pay you back…"

that’s true. she was genuinely puzzled as to why kuroo decided to help her. he wouldn’t get anything out of searching with her for the whole night. maybe except a few bruises and scratches, and a languished body, but that’s all.

"nah, it’s nothing. honestly i had fun, you know," he snickered weakly under his breath, "so don’t worry."

his tired eyes fixated on y/n. the golden hue coming from the sky bounced off of her skin, lightening up her whole face. kuroo hated to admit it, but with her wide smile, she really looked like the sun right now.

silence fell between the two. the girl was opening and closing her mouth, as if she wanted to say more. she had that specific look on her face, yearning to do something, say anything. yet, she finally let out a resigned sigh, deciding against whatever she wanted to voice out loud.

"so uhh… i’ll see you later?" she offered, taking a step towards her house, showing it is the high time they depart.

"yeah. see you.” the man answered briefly, waving her goodbye.

absolutely exhausted, he managed to drag his feet into his bedroom, shaking off his dirtied pants before falling onto the bed without a care in the world.

he slept for next three hours.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

notes: if anybody comes at me saying y/n’s reaction was overdramatic, i’m gonna automatically assume you never had a pet in your life

also - i promise in the next chapter the action will take a sharper turn so please stick with me😭🙏

[iheartchv]

Hiiiiii 💙💙💙 I love your COD match ups and I was wondering if I could have one too??

I’m 5’1”/155cm, very curvy but also surprisingly strong for a woman. Natural blonde with blue eyes but my hair is a different color like every few months (it’s blue right now! 🤭). I pretty much only wear makeup when I go out; the rest of the time it’s only mascara and brows. I like to wear superhero or witchy t shirts, leggings or jeans and combat boots, or in the winter I love my silly cozy sweaters.

I’m an INFJ, Ennegram Type 9. I am very definitely an introvert that prefers to spend time alone at home or in the woods with my dogs. I devour books, mostly fantasy/romance/mystery, I love playing cozy games or adventure games, and I write like a fiend. I’m a practicing witch.

I take a long time to bond and trust people, but when I am close with people I’m very hyper, affectionate, bubbly, sweet and loving. I still do best one on one or in very small groups. I’m AuDHD with high anxiety so I definitely feel way more comfortable with people who either are similar or understand how to help me through meltdowns.

I’m a professional dog trainer and have several Border collies who I spend most of my time and energy on; they are my heart and soul. We do EVERYTHING together 💙 my favorite part of my day is being outside with them.

My hyperfixations currently are Nightwing & Red Hood, COD, dogs and witchy things 🥰

Thank you so much in advance, you are such a cool person and I love your writing!!

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 🧼

I think Soap would be your match

Total opposites yet can't stand to be apart for long periods of time

//I'm running out of scenarios, bear with me >3>

You're out shopping in town

Ofc your fur babies have to go with you

They were pretty well behaved and everyone loved seeing your dogs

"You've got some loyal body guards" they'd say

Some of the older ladies gossip about you needing to find yourself a man

But you thought you had all you needed: just you and your dogs

Little did you know that running into Soap would lead you down a path you never thought you'd take

Soap was sitting on a bench, watching people pass by, just sitting alone with his thoughts

You passed by and a piece of paper fell out of your back pocket

He saw the paper and figured it was yours

Could've been important

"Hey, miss"

You turned around to see if there was someone talking to you

"Yes?"

"You dropped this"

You were met with the most beautiful blue eyes you've seen

"Oh, uhm, thanks. It was just my grocery list"

A small smile crossed yoir lips

"Oh... do you want it anyway? I can throw it away for you, if you want. I just thought maybe there was something important on it"

"Sure, that'd be fine if you threw it away"

"Yes, ma'am"

He crumbled the paper in his hand and threw it in a nearby trash bin

Soap noticed you had your hands full, your dog's leashes and bags of groceries in hand

"You've got a handful. I could help you with that"

You didn't want to feel like a burden to this stranger, who made your heart feel strangely warm and fuzzy

"Are you sure, you don't mind?"

"Nah, not fir a beautiful lady like yourself"

You felt your heart start to pound

Your cheeks started to turn pink at his flirty compliment

"Okay"

He took the bags from your arms and then smiled at you

"Lead the way, I'll follow"

As you both walked to your house Soap and you introduced yourselves

He commented on your dogs, how they seemed so well trained

When you told him you were a trained dog trainer he smirked

"Ah, that's why"

He liked dogs

He was a dog person

When you made it to your front step, you opened the door to let your dogs inside, and then turned to collect your bags from Soap

He handed them to you

"You got them?" He asked, making sure you could close your dog with your arms full

"Yeah, I got them. Thanks"

"You're welcome."

A ring coming from his cell phone signaled him to go

"I've gotta go. Will I see you around?"

"Yeah, most likely"

"Alright. You take care of yourself."

You gave a nod with a soft smile

"You too."

🤍

You two became friends, close friends

So close, anyone would've thought you both were a couple

Soap would joke and tease saying they were, which made you blush and get flustered

He would only laugh and reply "I'm just joshin' with ya"

Any time he had, Soap would drop by to visit you

(Before meeting you again, he went back to the trash bin and got the crumbled piece of paper before going home that afternoon... to keep it because it had your handwriting on it)

Months went by, and everytime you went into town your eyes scanned the stores, streets, and faces of people to find Soap

Yeah, he told you he was in the military

You kinda figured he was most likely to be far away somewhere in some country or countries

You just hoped that he make it back safe

In the short amount of time, you had come to enjoy being around him

Plus your collies loved him

And he loved them, as well, as if they were his own

It warmed your heart to see him playing with your dogs outside, petting them, giving them scratches

Right now, you felt your heart tighten and your eyes water a bit

You missed him so much

You hoped every day and night that Soap would be always protected and return

One day, you saw him and you never felt more happy to see anyone

Your dogs reflected your happiness, their tails wagging

"Johnny!"

He saw you running to him, your dogs running faster then you and leading you, it seemed like

He let out a 'oof!' and a soft chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug

He hugged you back, loving the feel of you in his arms

His heart felt so warm and fuzzy holding you like this

"I'm glad you're safe and sound"

"Me, too, bonnie. Me, too...."

❤

After a while, Soap asked you out on a date

It went pretty well

He stole a kiss from you

He thought you looked cute blushing and flustered

After many more dates, he wanted to be official with you

"I want you to be my girlfriend... I understand if you say no, but... I just want you to know that I love you, I care about you. I want you, you're all I want, sweetheart"

You accept after thinking your feelings over and through

You've made him the happiest man on earth right now

Soap will do whatever it takes to make you happy, as happy as you've made him

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

7: Your Mom Paid Me to be Your Friend (but She Forgot to Pay Me)

♪⁠────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

You yawn dramatically, stretching your arms above your head but you end up knocking your knuckles harshly on the headboard above you.

Ouch.

That certainly woke you up. You reluctantly pull yourself out of bed, just sitting there for a moment with your eyes closed. You… You don’t feel like doing anything today, if you’re honest. You and Toriel made plans today to go buy groceries to try making a recipe you found in one of her books. Now that you’re actually awake though, you don’t want to do anything. You just want to waste away in bed for today.

You’re sure you’ll have more energy tomorrow-

Knock Knock Knock.

You cover your mouth with your elbow when you yawn again, “Yes?”

Toriel opens the door and enters the room with a smile, “Good morning, my child. Nice to see you are already waking up.”

“My body is getting into the habit of waking up at this time, I guess,” You reply, smiling at her, “Are we going out for breakfast again today?”

“I–Yes,” Toriel’s smile becomes a bit strained at your tone, “Take your time to get dressed as always, alright?”

“Mhm.”

She leaves the room swiftly and closes the door behind her. Her smile drops to an expression of sadness immediately. Toriel is sure that you didn’t mean to, but your tone was so exhausted, and not the type of exhaustion that came from drowsiness. You’re getting tired of routine already. You need something new.

Toriel takes a deep breath, nods to herself, and hardens her resolve. It’s going to be fine, you’re going to be fine. After all, there’s someone she wants you to meet (again) after breakfast.

⁠────

You tilt your head to the right.

Napstablook tilts his head (rather, the top part of his body) to the right.

You tilt your head to the left.

Napstablook tilts his head to the left.

You straighten up.

Napstablook also straightens up.

You grin, “Hey, man! You’re that ghost from my second day here, the one who’s really good at fake sleeping!”

The ghost perks up with a little smile, “you remembered me…?”

“Of course I did! You’re one of a kind, you know,”

A red, ghosty blush appears on his cute little face. As you and Toriel returned from breakfast, you were surprised to see Napstablook just waiting outside, lying down and (presumably) feeling like garbage while a song blasted from his headphones. When he noticed you two, he swiftly got up, and his headphones disappeared somehow.

Wow. That was pretty cool. You have no idea how he did that.

“um… i was wondering if… if you would like to hang out…” The ghost asks awkwardly, “but i understand if you don’t want to… no pressure…”

“Wait, really?” You smile wide, “Yeah, that’d be great, dude! Oh, I’m [Y/n] [L/n], by the way. But just [Y/n] is fine.”

Yep! Napstablook already knows, but he nods anyway.

“i am napstablook, but you can call me blook, or blooky…” He looks at Toriel, “if it’s okay, i’ll take [y/n] to my favorite music store here in the ruins…”

You expect your girl-dad to interject and say no, but to your surprise, she’s wearing a happy smile and nodding. “Of course! Though, I must ask you, Napstablook, to please take care of her. As you know, monsters might be eager to fight a human, and I cannot bear knowing she’ll be hurt.”

“of-of course… miss toriel…”

“Just Toriel is fine.”

“right…” Napstablook looks at you with a nod, “if you’re ready now, we can get going…”

You blink, “Oh, right! Uh, wait–my clothes…”

You’re not wearing your striped dress right now. Of course, during your time here, Toriel was more than happy to take you shopping and even made a few things for you as well. She understands you don’t want to be perceived as a child 24/7 so the only other striped clothing item you have are some ugly socks you got. Right now you’re just wearing simple dark leggings with an oversized purple sweatshirt.

If you’re going out with someone who isn’t Toriel, wouldn’t it be safer to switch into your dress? (The whole “it’s a monster’s custom that children wear striped shirts” thing and Toriel believing monsters might not be as aggressive if you’re a kid.)

“I think it should be fine, my child,” Toriel says, knowing your concerns, “After all, I’m sure Napstablook will make sure to take good care of you.” She gives the ghost a deadly glare, “Correct? You will make sure to do your best to protect my dear [Y/n], will you not?”

Poor Napstablook tears up, “yes! yes, i-i-i will…!”

“Hey, hey, hey! No need to be so strict, T!” You laugh nervously, stepping in between her and the ghost, “You’re forgetting that I’m a tough cookie! I’m not gonna hurt anyone, and no one is gonna hurt me. Besides, I think most of the monsters here in the Ruins have seen me with you and will know better than to try anything even if you’re not around.”

She sighs, “Yes, perhaps you are right. But still, both of you, be good, alright?”

“We will,” You’re about to put your arm behind Napstablook to redirect him away, but you remember that you’d phase right through, “Anyway, let’s get going, Blooky.”

He nods frantically, floating by your side as you two begin to leave back to the city. Toriel balls up her fists, trying to suppress her anxiety.

You’re right…You’re right, you are very resilient and you tend to stand your ground even with Toriel. It’s not so much that she’s worried the other monsters will attack you, they’ve all gotten to know your face, and even greet you casually now.

Toriel is just nervous because of that flower monster that almost killed you the first day you arrived here. There still has been no sign of it, and it’s the main reason why Toriel wants you to stay in the house if she’s not out accompanying you instead. Hopefully, Napstablook will take what Toriel asked of him yesterday very seriously.

⁠──

Toriel was outside, sweeping up the fallen leaves from the tree again. She knows that it’s an endless cycle of the leaves falling, so she focuses on making sure the leaves are neat and don’t look out of place. You had turned in early for the day, and are sleeping peacefully.

“I spent all day trying to do some personal research on souls from your books. Did you know that all human souls contain something called Determination?”

You were telling her yesterday, books scattered around you and the floor with your notebook (that she bought for you) in front of yourself. You were in the lounge area on the floor, scribbling notes while looking through the books. You never liked sitting in the big chair since “that’s Chariel, the beloved living room chair,” so Toriel had put out a rug on the floor to make it a little more comfortable for you.

“I wanna take a nap though. I know it’s annoying, but can you NOT clean this up?” You asked her while getting up, “I wanna pick up where I left off later, and I don’t wanna lose my spot. But I used enough brain power the last hour, I’ve earned a little nap.”

You did not take a little nap, you passed the fuck out. Still, Toriel respected your wishes and left the books on the floor. Since you slept so early, Toriel decided to take this time to tidy up outside.

That’s when a friendly little ghost sauntered up the house. He looked extremely nervous, but Toriel was more focused on her mystery friend finding the right ghost so soon! She straightened up and cleared her throat.

“Welcome, welcome. You must be the ghost from all those weeks ago,” She sets the broom aside against the tree, “I am Toriel, thank you for taking the time to come here.”

“oh… it’s no problem…” Napstablook purposely avoided Toriel’s eyes from anxiety, and if he had hands, he’d nervously be fidgeting with his fingers, “did… did i do something wrong…?”

“Oh, no! Not at all. On the contrary, I’d like to talk to you to ask for a favor.”

“a favor…?”

“As you know, there is a human that is staying with me. Her name is [Y/n] and she has been here for almost a month now.”

“ah, right…” Napstablook nodded, “that human child who believed in my fake sleeping… she was really nice…”

“Yes, about that. She…” Toriel took a deep breath, “[Y/n] is not a child, she is a grown woman. She and I both have our hesitation when it comes to her interacting with the other monsters for this reason. Not only that but there is a particular monster that has it out for her.”

Wait, so you’re not a kid? But what about that striped dress you were wearing? Don’t you know only kids wear striped shirts? Well… Yeah, okay. You’re a human, you wouldn’t know that. Still, it makes sense why Toriel was giving him the stinky eye when he first met you. If monsters have no problem killing a child whenever one falls into the Underground, then of course they might be harsher when it comes to an objectively scarier adult.

“[y/n] isn’t a mean human, is she…?”

“No, she is rather kind. She has her… eccentric moments, for sure. And perhaps her humor can be… not for everyone, but she is a kind human,” Toriel shook her head dejectedly, “Which is why I cannot fathom why there is a particular monster who is after her so violently.”

Napstablook, for some reason, can only think of Sans.

“wha-what do you mean…? what monster?”

“There is some type of flower monster that nearly killed her were it not for me interfering just in time.”

Phew. Oh, okay. So NOT Sans.

…

That is still concerning, though.

“I can’t be too careful when it comes to her safety, so I made sure to only allow her to leave the house as long as I accompanied her. But… As you may be able to guess, the lack of new companions and staying indoors so often can be rather lonely for a human like her. Not even my companionship can help her.”

Toriel took a deep breath, “So if it’s all the same to you, I would appreciate it if you could spend some time with her out in the city–here in the Ruins. And make sure she stays safe as well. She expressed once or twice that she was interested in getting to know you, so I figured if I were to ask anyone, it would be you.”

…

…

Huh?

Is… Is Toriel basically asking him to be your friend and your bodyguard?? That’s all she wants from him? Sans made him think something super serious was going to go down, or that he’d have to be careful of the human trying to murder his face. Toriel has no reason to lie to him about the human’s nature. And just like he suspected, you’re kind and Toriel agrees to it, too. That thing about a flower monster wanting you dead for no reason though…

Napstablook has some (self) doubt.

“you… you want me to hang out with the human-”

“-Her name is [Y/n].”

Napstablook winced, “right, sorry… but… you want me to hang out with [y/n], and… protect her…?” He looked away, “i don’t know if… if i’m strong enough… i can do my best, though…”

She sighed, “[Y/n] is not so weak that she needs a demanding presence over her shoulder, but there is only so much she can do by herself. I just don't want anything to happen to her, but I cannot have her stay inside all day, either.”

Napstablook nodded slightly, “yeah… i’m not very social myself, but i still go out and talk to other people because i know it’s good for me…”

“Then please, tomorrow once [Y/n] and I have breakfast, come by and take her out to have some fun.”

“yes, miss toriel… i can do that…”

“And Napstablook?”

“ah, yes?”

Toriel looked at him with desperation, “Please… Please don’t share this information about my dear [Y/n]. There’s no telling what might happen if word got out that an adult human is living in the Underground.”

⁠────

Napstablook smiles at your eagerness, and content as you take a seat on the piano stool. This place is small and doesn’t have a lot of variety in instruments. But you don't seem to mind at all, in fact, you were super excited to go to the different instruments going “Lookie!”

“Not to give myself a congratulatory slap on the ass cheek, buuuut I’m pretty mediocre when it comes to the piano.” You… gloat?

“aw, i’m sure you’re great…”

“Oh, I was just joking, Blooky.”

“oh……. so-”

“-If you apologize one more time, I’m gonna sing your praises passive-aggressively. Want me to do that again?”

Oh, God. 10 minutes ago you had stopped him in the middle of the street and started yelling nice things at him! It caused a scene (only 2 monsters were watching) and your kind words brought him to tears! You said things like: “Oh, look at me! I’m Blooky! Everyone is always so happy to see me, and the room gets brighter when I float in!”

THAT’S… THAT’S SO??? NICE? BUT CONFUSING?!

So no, Napstablook is not looking forward to that again.

He frantically shakes his head, “n-no…! no, i’ll stop apologizing…”

“Aaanyway! I can play a few songs on the piano. I only bothered learning when I was in my Theater Kid Arc™.” You tell him, “I think I know just the one, too. Ready to hear my tunes?”

“yeah, let's hear what you got…!”

You make a show of popping your fingers dramatically before playing…

“It’s Raining Somewhere Else.”

Yep. You’re hella corny like that. You know a few Undertale tracks because Undertale was at its fucking peak while you were in high school. And no, the Undertale OST is not the only music you bothered to learn, but how are you not going to play absolute banger?

You never managed to learn “Megalovania,” though. You learned the other variations of it, such as those really sad piano cover versions that people go crazy over. You don't know if you remember it well, though. Ah, but one of your other favorite ones was always “Waterfall” since they were just lovely.

Anyway, short story long, you know how to play piano originally to woo your old love in theater club, and guess what mother fuckers?! It fucking worked so it paid off!

In any case, Napstablook looks like he’s really enjoying it! You guess you could say…

It was…

Resonating with his soul!

Ahh, you’re so funny!

Anyway, it seems some monsters are coming closer to listen in. Oh boy, guess you’ll have a chance to show off those songs too if they think you’re here to perform.

⁠────

After getting you back to Toriel and agreeing to visit again tomorrow, Napstablook leaves the Ruins with a smile on his face, and a pep to his ghostly… floating? He left in a good mood, and for once, he was looking forward to hanging out with someone again. He’s humming that first song you played on the piano, wondering if you’d appreciate him trying to replicate the tune to make into a remix-

“napstablook.”

“AHH!!”

The ghost spins around with fear and tears in his eyes, clutching his invisible pearls close. He sighs heavily in relief and slight irritation when he sees who it is. The skeleton monster is sitting casually by the big bush right outside the Ruins’ doors. Sans’ grin widens slightly while he pushes himself to stand.

“ah, sans… it's… it's just you…” Napstablook wants to cry, “were… were you waiting for me the whole time…?”

“nah, i got here a short while ago and took a nap,” Sans answers honestly with a shrug, “so? what happened? what did the lady want from you?”

Oh, right. Napstablook was supposed to be some kind of double agent. But now that he knows the situation is different, he can’t help but feel bad that he originally had ulterior motives.

“uhm… i’m not sure if it's okay for me to say…” Napstablook looks away.

Sans feels his eye socket twitch. “oh, come on, bud. was it really that bad?”

“it's not that, but i was asked not to tell…”

“it’s a little too late for that, don’tcha think? I already know there’s a human in the ruins.”

“right…”

The ghost sighs heavily. Well… it should be fine if he just doesn't tell Sans too much, right? He doesn't think Sans is malicious and will abuse this information, but Toriel specifically asked him NOT to share about you.

“well, miss toriel wanted-ah, toriel is that monster lady who asked for me.”

“huh? oh, uh, good to know.”

“all miss toriel wanted was… she just wanted me to hang out with the human…”

“…? and?”

Napstablook shrugs the best he can, “that’s it. we went to the small city in the ruins and hung out at the music store… she’s really good at playing piano, you would’ve liked it, i think…”

…HAH?

“huh…” Sans furrows his brow-bones together, “did toriel say why?”

THIS part Napstablook feels like he really shouldn't share at all. Maybe he can lie by omission.

“uh… just that she’s lonely…”

“…uh huh…”

“this human is really nice, you know…” Napstablook continues to say, feeling as if he should defend your honor, “she said she doesn't wanna leave the ruins any time soon, so i don’t think you have anything to worry about…”

Sans snorts, “i’m not worried about, anything, buddy.”

“but yesterday you said you were worried…”

Curses! He’s been caught!

“meh, things change.” Sans shrugs, “so, what's the human’s name, huh?”

“……………i can't say.”

“oh-really?”

“sorry, sans,” Napstablook says immediately at the other's deadpan tone, “but miss toriel asked me not to say anything, to begin with…”

The skeleton monster resists the urge to run his hand down his face. He supposes he should’ve expected this. Napstablook is a good egg and willing to help out, but he’s too straight-laced. And the thing is, Sans could easily find a shortcut into the Ruins to see for himself, but he’s sure the other monsters would say something about a mysterious skeleton sighting.

“nah, i get it. thanks anyway, bud,” Sans gives the anxious ghost a friendly wink, “i gotta stay out here anyway, but you’re free to go.”

“oh… okay… see you later, sans…….”

“see ya.”

Napstablook doesn’t think he can handle it any longer, and just straight up fades away to avoid being looked at. Ugh, he was having a good time, but now he wants to go home, lay down and feel like garbage.

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