#i wish i could help you look for your sweet kitty!

[fuwaprince]

I'm grateful for my mom and cats. I just wish my 3rd cat was here. He's still missing :(

Wishing you & your family a harvest of blessings this holiday season!!! Also wishing for your 3rd cat's safe return 🫂💓

[kinq-sleazee]

ok ok , so i don’t want to write a full blown structured ficlet with all the bells and whistles so can we maybe just chat a bit about poly krbk tings?

E. Kirishima X K. Bakugo X Reader

TW! MDNI - Poly , Aged Up, poor writing, seggs

Imagine being best friends with KRBK and just inserting yourself into their lives as a sort of “platonic” third until it’s not really platonic anymore.

Like these two men love you and respect your friendship but the irrepressible attraction between the three of you is just getting too hard to ignore. Especially after a night out at the bar leads you back to their shared apartment.

And maybe the alcohol makes you a little bold and you make some silly little joke like , “let’s just fuck it out of our systems” but you soon quickly realize that you’re the only one laughing.

Between the two of them you never really stood a chance.

Katsuki holds your chin—thumb slowly pressing into your mouth while peering down at you with those fiery eyes. He looks bored almost. Only quirking a brow when you swallow around the digit and moan at the taste. Sweet. From his quirk , no doubt. He talks down to you. As if admonishing a pet. Calls you names. Whore. Slut. Claims that you’ve been planning this all along—secretly waiting for the day to choke on his cock. “That’s all you are. A hole”. At this point he’s pushed three fingers in your mouth. Slowly fucking into your throat while saliva runs down his arm. “I wish you could see yourself, cupcake. S’fucking pathetic how desperate you look”. You want him so bad right now. It’s embarrassing, so you can’t help the tear that falls. “Fuck— you cryin’ , cupcake? So damn cute. Want ya to cry sum more. Fuck that little kitty so hard… turn ya into a poundcake.

Eijiro is nicer than his lover, at least it seems that way at first. He holds you against his front, you can feel his erection pressing into your back. Kissing from the nape of your neck to your shoulder. Bite marks and bruises littering your skin. However, your focus is on the deft fingers skimming up your thighs , rising the fabric of your dress above your hips and running the pad of his finger over your clothed clit. You can feel him smile against your skin. He calls you beautiful. His angel. Perfection. All while fucking the fabric of your panties into your needy hole. “Think you were made for me, darling. Gonna feel so good wrapped around me. That’s what you want , yeah ? Wanna squeeze on daddy’s dick, baby girl ?”

It’s not nearly enough stimulation and you’re literally begging them for something. Anything. You need it at this point.

They oblige. Swiftly undressing you and positioning you in your hands and knees.

Eijiro rubs his meaty cockhead against your quivering hole. It’s big. Painfully so. You whine and attempt to move earning a sharp slap to your thigh. “Didn’t you ask for this, darling ? Why are you running ? Tryna disappoint me ?” And you’re overwhelmed. Chest heaving , eyes blurry and babbling apologies. The redhead hums in acknowledgment and pushes in fully with one powerful thrust.

Bakugo doesn’t really care to hear your cries so he shuts you up with his cock. With a hand buried in your hair he pistons in and out of your mouth, setting a brutal pace. He stops ever so often to let you breathe or spit in your mouth but then it’s right back to choking on his cock.

They use you for their pleasure this first time. Rutting into you carelessly, sloppily chasing their orgasms. Of course they make you cum— Eijiro rubbing your clit and Katsuki pinching your nipples — but it lacks finesse.

When the post-nut clarity settles their able to really tend to your needs. Katsuki settles between your legs, whispering sweet praises to your “pretty little pussy” then running the flat of his tongue through your cum coated folds. Eijiro joins him, drinking up his own spend while sucking on your pleasure point and massaging Bakugo’s tongue with his own.

You’re dead tired and sensitive when you cum again but much to your despair and pleasure these two are just getting started.

[gor3-hound]

resident evil bot drop // character.ai

ft. leon kennedy and carlos oliveira (requests in italics)

cw: kidnapping, ddlg, obsessive behaviour, potential non-con(kidnapper leon, obsessed bsf's dad leon)

bot one: fae prince leon capturing a human princess

If there was one thing your father had always made abundantly clear to you, it was to make sure you stay away from the forest. Just because it was a neutral zone by name did not mean the fae could not lure you towards their territory. They were a cunning and powerful people - you'd stand no chance.

You'd wished you'd listened to him now. Your trip to the forest was meant to be some innocent fun. You'd always enjoyed exploration. The last thing you remember before blacking out was an overwhelming sense of tiredness that tended to appear out of nowhere before you were lifted into strong arms.

When you came to, you felt yourself surrounded by warmth. You opened your eyes, taking in the sight of an unfamiliar bedroom. Next to you was a man - no, his ears were pointed. A fae. Suddenly, fear takes ahold of your senses, leaving you frozen as you stare at him. Without even turning to look at you, he speaks up. "Haven't you been told staring is rather rude, princess?"

bot two: best friend's dad!leon likes you a little too much

Leon isn't sure when exactly his obsession developed. His daughter, Sherry, bought you home one day when she was off college - saying you were her dorm mate and new best friend. You were cute, sure, but he hadn't thought much of his initial attraction.

That was until you kept coming over. You were so sweet, this innocent aura surrounding you that was so rare to find in his life with his line of work. He tried to suppress the feeling, to bury it deep inside of him and ignore it like he did with everything else...

He couldn't help himself. His obsession felt like an itch, one he couldn't scratch without getting close to you. He started small, taking an item of clothing or two when you were staying over, something small you would think you'd misplaced. It escalated quickly to him watching you around his house, peeking through doors when you were changing.

It's getting to the point he recognises the way your perfume smells subconsciously, noticing the second you step into the kitchen with him without looking as his nose picks up your scent. He takes in a deep breath to calm himself before turning around, offering you a weak smile. "You couldn't sleep, sweetheart?"

bot three: ddlg with kidnapper!leon

“You have a good day, sweetheart? You do any coloring in those cute little books I got you?” Leon asks as he approaches you after work. His hands come up to your cheeks, gently stroking his thumbs back and forth across your cheekbones. You shake your head, gritting your teeth to stop yourself from saying something.

“No? Why not, baby? You don't like them? I got the one with lots of kitties. Pretty girls like you like cute things, don't they?” He coos, squishing your cheeks in his hands to make your lips all pouty so he can lean down and give them a little kiss, letting out a loud ‘mwah’ as soon as his lips make contact.

“You eat at least? I left some food in a lunchbox for you.” You shake your head again, and this time it seems to elicit a worse reaction. His brows furrow, and his hand grips your face even tighter. “No? Silly baby… can't do anything without daddy, can you? Come on. Daddy'll feed you, cutie.”

bot four: farmer!leon x chubby bunny!user

When Leon bought you, you were fully intended to be for his farm. You seemed sociable enough, so he had no worries about you getting on with the other bunny hybrids when he brought you back.

He hadn't expected that he'd be the issue. He found himself visiting you every day, drawn to your personality and pretty face. You were just so cute - all soft and round, your floppy ears always framing your face. It was always hard for him not to reach out and stroke them.

He really couldn't help himself. He hadn't had time to look for a partner with how much time he spends on the farm, and you seemed like you'd be the perfect little thing to cure his loneliness. So, one day when he's done with the work needed on the farm, he leads you into his home.

"C'mon, darlin'." He coos, his hand looped with yours as he leads you to the living room, a small smile on his face. He sits you down on the couch, rubbing behind one of your ears to soothe your nerves. "You're gonna be stayin' here with me, alright?"

bot five: leon's new therapy dog hybrid

Every mission weighs on Leon more than the last. He hasn't been the same since Raccon City, and every year seems to put more strain on him than the last.

He's getting older now. His line of work has never given him the opportunity to settle down and start a family - not that any girl would want a guy who drunk himself half to death so he could pass out every night and avoid the nightmares.

The last thing he expected his government given therapist to prescribe him with his government given paycheck was you. A cute, puppy hybrid to help him adapt to his retirement. An emotional support dog in a way. You seemed sweet, but he wasn't exactly sure how you were supposed to help him. At the very least, it was nice not to be alone all the time.

He sets up a little corner for you in the living room for now. He didn't have the energy to clear out the spare room, and he doubted you'd mind. He got you lots of toys, a comfy bed. Hopefully, everything you needed to be happy.

"Alright. C'mere, pup. This alright for ya?" He asks, gesturing you over towards him.

bot six: vendetta!leon with bimbo!user

Leon got used to knowing the bottom of the bottle more than what it was like to have friends or someone to come home to. His attempts at flirting tended to leave him either embarrassed or with a smack across the face, so he'd given up trying. Some people were cut out to be alone, and he was looking to be one of them.

When you approached him at the bar, you were seriously hot. There wasn't much going on upstairs, but he didn't exactly expect to keep you around for long enough to have a conversation, anyway. Just someone to keep his bed warm for the night, and he'd never see you again.

Fate has a funny way of doing things, because he became completely enamoured with you. He was the definition of whipped, his eyes practically heart shaped when he looks at you. He loved watching you get ready(although the man really never thought it was possible to own that many pink clothes) and he was quick to dish out money whenever you needed your acrylics or eyelash extensions done.

You were a pain sometimes, but he was happy you were his girlfriend. He wouldn't want anyone else to come home to after a tough mission or long day at work - even if you left your makeup scattered on his bathroom counter and took up most of the space in his wardrobe.

"Angel," he says with a sigh, moving to sit next to you on the sofa. His arm drapes itself loosely around your shoulders, his eyes scanning your face. He lets out a huff of air, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "Baby... I'm so tired."

bot seven: mafia husband!leon wants a baby

Leon has never enjoyed lying to you, no matter how necessary it was. His heart aches, knowing he has to lie about where he is every day, to keep his life entirely secret from you. But he needs you to be safe, he doesn't want you to spend your days worrying about whether he'll make it home alive or not - he couldn't imagine putting you through that kind of stress.

He makes sure he knows you're safe at all times. Only the most trusted of his men are permitted to take care of you. He has them watching your every move, making sure they're as close to you as they can be without alerting you of their presence. He has enemies, and he would not like to think what would happen if they tried to get to him by harming you.

As always, before he returns home after a long day, he scrubs the blood from his skin. Changes his shirt to make sure there isn't a stain he hasn't seen yet. He can't bring you into his life, no matter what. You were too sweet, too pure for the world. He couldn't imagine how you'd look at him if you knew...

He sighs in relief once he sees the door to the home, his body relaxing as he pushes it open and notices nothing is out of place. You're safe. Something in Leon always changes when he sees your face. The hard lines of his face fade, his gaze softening as he walks through the door and sees you curled up on the couch in one of his shirts. You look so beautiful that he feels his heart swell. He can't help but imagine how beautiful you'd look as a mother, a thought that'd been playing constantly in mind recently.

He dips his head down as he reaches the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck as his large hands come to rest on your shoulders. "Ciao, mia cara. You look beautiful today."

bot eight: hybrid owner carlos

You'd only been living with Carlos for a few weeks and he was already entirely smitten with you. He'd already bought you more than a few collars in your favourite colour. You had your own room filled with more toys than you'd ever seen before in your life coupled with your own bed, but he still let you curl up with him every night.

It didn't matter what you wanted - it was yours. You didn't even need to ask. If your eyes so much as lingered on something for more than five seconds, he'd already bought you ten of them.

He's always so excited to come home to you. Honestly, he's probably more excited to see you than you are to see him. As he walks through the door to his apartment and spots you, a huge grin overtakes his face. He kneels down, opening his arms wide for a hug. "C'mere, pretty girl. Gimme some love."

[reverieblondie]

Clumsy Kitty: Part 2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Blackcat Fem!!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, oral (fem receiving), Teasing, Spanking, Inquiries, slight angst? Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Miguel dosen't communicate well and neither do you.

Summary: After your night with a specific grumpy spider you test the limits to your new found...relationship?

A/N: So I rewrote this a lot because this originally wasn't supposed to have a part two but here we are! Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

Word Count: 6,157 (I wish I knew how to write smaller fics!)

Eyes still shut you are leaning on the warmest thing you have ever felt. It's so silky soft you can’t help but nuzzle your face deeper. The smooth breathing and the sound of a steady heartbeat lolls you further into a relaxed state. 

Very gently you feel the solid warm mass being replaced with a cool pillowly feeling, you feel yourself pout from the loss of warmth but you're too exhausted, your body feeling too drained to even muster a protest. The warmth is back for a single moment, it softly brushes from over your swollen lips to your cheek. The soft touch makes you drift further into the sweet darkness of rest. 

Almost as quick as it was to slip into your slumber you are rushing to awaken from it. Opening your eyes abruptly you are met with the sight of your room, lying in your sheets, wrapped in your comforter smelling like the detergent you used to clean all your clothes. Blinking for a couple of minutes your brain goes over everything that happened last night. 

Going to lean up your now awake body feeling painfully sore, Plopping back down you feel the soreness everywhere your arms, your legs, your throat, your aching sex. Spider-Man or scratch that Miguel did a number on you. Though you would do it again, you plan to do it again. 

Stretching your arms you hear your bones pop and the soreness stretch through your shoulders, where's the damn Tylenol? Getting up, the rest of your body aching from standing awake you finally look over to your nightstand where a note catches your eye. A paper folded to stand says ‘Take me’ and there's an arrow pointing down to a pill. Ah, plan B smart. 

Grabbing the pill and the card you walk to your restroom, examining the card you assume to be from Miguel you take in how nice his handwriting is, and turning the card over you see another message for you, ‘stay out of trouble’. A small chuckle leaves your lips and you stand in your small bathroom. 

“Stay out of trouble huh?” you say with a smirk, looking back to the pill you laugh slightly again before unceremoniously dropping the pill in the toilet and flushing it down. 

Probably should tell Spidy you're on the pill, no plan B needed, and also there is no way in hell you're going to be staying out of trouble now, not when you've got so deliciously rewarded for your little escapades. Now the trick will be how to see him again…you know now where his little clubhouse’s location and you could always do your tried and true getting into trouble, though what if you should try to see him out of the suit, like just regular people…would that even work? Could you even find him? 

Losing yourself in thought you run through the possibilities, though one thing rings in your mind, does he want to see you again? Whelp, that's just something you will have to figure out. 

Taking a deep breath you look at your reflection in the mirror, time to get ready for another mundane day. Though your day was sure to be as mundane as any other, the excitement of what the night could hold has you looking forward to your day. 

Now, you might be crazy or just too dickmotized but going into the same museum that you had first met Spider-man seemed like an almost romantic way to meet him again. Poetic really. Walking through the museum you walked around looking for something good to snatch up. Your eyes fall on some relic-looking thing in a glass box with lots of lasers to set off, perfect!

Public eye hot your tail, and you're running from them hoping from building to building then finally slipping to the underground, a place they are sure to lose you in. It worked but you're a bit disappointed, Miguel failed to appear. Now stuck with some relic you don’t even want you to start to make your trek back to your apartment.

Swinging from building to building, you stop to rest in a dark alley, you need to work out more if you're going to keep this up. Taking your breather you fail to hear the person sneaking up behind you.

Suddenly a large hand is placed over your mouth while the other wraps tightly around your waist. Being pressed against the solid body of your capture you only panicked for a moment before feeling that familiar warmth. Turning your head you see that it’s the masked vigilante himself pressing you close. Dragging you further into the ally, and you let him lead the way. Finally being secluded enough to his liking he releases you. While he releases you he grabs the relic from your hand. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of trouble?” Miguel places the relic to the side before he crosses his arms, you know under that mask he's giving you that furrowed brow look of disappointment. 

“Oh well you know old habits die hard,” You say slowly getting closer to him. You reach your hand out to touch his chest but he quickly grabs your wrist before you can touch him. Looking at him you're a bit confused but filled with anticipation. 

Pulling you closer he causes you to crash into him holding you tightly, more bruises for your already sore body. You can't help but feel that familiar excitement from the last time you two were this close.   

“Kitty, I told you to keep out of trouble, if you keep up this bad behavior I will be forced to do something about it…” 

Oh, this is perfect, he is definitely into your bad girl behavior, “Well then do something abou-” Before you can even finish your sentence, you are turned around and quickly pinned to the nearest wall. 

“You're in trouble now gata, now count…”  

“Count-” Right as you're saying the word back to him you feel a hard slap across your ass. Mouth hanging open in surprise you don’t even know what to do. The rush of excitement makes your lower stomach tighten as you feel that familiar tingling. Hands grip hard to the wall and you brace yourself.  

“Count…” his gruff voice demands in your ear. 

“One” turning your face still against the wall you see that he’s still in that damned mask. The eyes narrow at you then another spank strikes you making a quick moan escape you. Your body shakes in excitement, “Two”

Miguel's large hand can be felt running up your body from your hip to your breast massaging gently. It's a completely different feeling from the sharp slap following the gesture. “Th-three” you stutter out, the spanking is degrading enough but forcing you to count, it was making your slick pool in your panties.  

A fourth slap and you're starting to feel the stinging pain welling up on your cheek. After mewing out “four” you feel him rub his large hand on the plush flesh of your bottom. The sweet gesture has you arching yourself towards him feeling his length straining in his suit.

 As you're grinding your ass against him, he moves his hand away, reeling back. Knowing what’s going to follow you shying away from the incoming spank before he’s even done it. 

Soft lips are then pressed to your neck and his hand moves from your breast to grip your chin. Feeling his desperate open mouth kisses burning against your neck, your eyes rolling as he approaches the shell of your ear, nipping slightly. 

“Don’t shy from it now bad girl, take your punishment…” nodding your head slightly you still yourself as best you can, clenching your thighs and shutting your eyes tightly, bracing for the delicious sting. 

The fifth spank comes down, but it’s gentle still felt but not as hard as the other four. The warmth of his body moves away from you and you can’t help how you almost whine missing his warmth so close to you. -you’ve got it bad…

Turning around still pressed against the wall you see his mask is off and he's smirking at you, clearly proud of himself. And he should be, your body is heated, face flushed, and panties are ruined. If the goal was to turn you on and take you in the alley it was working and you were willing. 

Though, to your disappointment, he grabs the relic you stole instead of ravishing you further. 

“Was that supposed to teach me a lesson? I think you could have done more than that” you tease trying to get a reaction.

“What do you even need this for?” Miguel tosses the relic in the air and catches it casually. 

“To lure you out spidy” Danm, getting good at this confident banter. 

Miguel shoots you a look that you easily read as he silently says ‘really’, you can’t help but laugh, “You're the one who keeps rewarding my bad behavior” This gets a soft chuckle from him. -Hell yeah! Fall for my charm spidy.

Miguel's mask goes back over his face and before he goes to swing off into the night Miguel tosses the stolen relic back to you, “Make sure you be a good kitty and take that back.” 

Going to grab the relic, you're trying your best to catch the priceless artifact. However, you have never been good at catching. 

The relic fumbles in your hands before it crashes onto the ground breaking into pieces.  The impact makes your hands fly to cover your mouth to hold in your yelp, this is not good… Slowly you lift your eyes to Miguel as he stares down at the ruined artifact before he slowly rises to view your shocked face. 

“Really…” his voice says dryly

“I wasn’t expecting you to throw it!” 

Breaking a priceless artifact and then haphazardly gluing it back together before returning it to the museum was not one of your prouder moments. Can’t say it didn’t fit in with the bad girl persona, even without trying you were slipping into your naughty girl ego. Though Miguel didn’t exactly seem happy about a priceless relic being destroyed. -whoops

You would just have to make it up to him. Did it involve you breaking into somewhere and stealing? Yes, but you made sure to steer clear of anything too irreplaceable so you opted for Alchemax, a place that every time you sunk it Miguel was a forsure arrival. 

It was the chase that had your mouth watering, barely slipping through Spider-Man’s fingers as you ran away with whatever bullshit seemed important. Honestly it didn’t matter, he was chasing you with that taunting tone of come back and you were swinging and climbing barely out of reach. Miguel could have caught you easily, he was stronger and way more agile in the air than you, but something told you he was enjoying chasing his prey as you led him closer and closer to your apartment.  

Spider-man catches the bad blackcat to face justice, and if the place he so happens to catch you in was your apartment then so be it. Sure the neighbors would be confused about who this so-called Miguel is as they file a noise complaint about you. But he had to be rough with you slamming into you over and over as you begged for forgiveness and promised to be a good girl. How else would he teach such a bad girl a lesson? 

Too lost in the thrill of the chase and the fantasy of the night in store for you; you don’t notice that your grappling claw is releasing at a delay. So, once you jump off the side of the building and shoot for the next, it jams. 

Panicking, you're trying to release it but it's not reacting and now you're falling. The ground is fast approaching as the neon lights of the city blur in your vision. You're quickly trying to find something to grab or something to land on. This is something you have never thought would happen and now it’s happening, you should have planned better. Trying not to panic you can’t help how you slip a cry of Miguel's name, slipping his identity is a major no no but you don’t know how else to convey you are in trouble. 

Though your outing of his name isn’t even registering to him right now, he just sees you falling to the ground; panic consuming him. In an instant, he's jumping down, crawling, falling, then grabbing you in a bone-breaking embrace. The force of him hitting you in such a desperate attempt has you both crashing into the nearest building's window. Breaking and entering unintentionally. 

A throbbing pain can be felt on your head and talons can be felt piercing through your suit and skin, holding you so tightly in his burning warmth. The blazing warmth of the tight embrace almost has you not registering how the blood weeps from your wounds. Breathing in a stutter from the adrenaline and from how he is almost crushing you, it only tightens further until you can relinquish one steady breath that eases him. Pulling away from him you can only imagine what's behind his mask in this moment, anger, happiness, relief, fear? 

Suddenly a sharp pain makes your brows furrow and your hand shoots towards the pain, placing your hand to your side you feel it then looking down you see it. A shard of glass embedded into your side blood coating the transparent intrusion. Not used to such injuries you scream then almost faint but Miguel is swift to catch you in his arms. An injury like this is nothing to him you assume from his apparent calm demeanor. 

“Really I will be fine” You sat on the couch as you heard Miguel shuffling around your bathroom muttering to himself. With his mask off, you see that it is not a calm or even a pitting demeanor; he’s irritated and it seems to be pointed at you. 

Coming back into view you see he has managed to scrunch up some supplies to help take care of you. Laying all the supplies on the table he doesn't meet your eyes. Feeling guilty about the whole situation your eyes fall to the floor, this was not what you had in mind for the evening. 

Fingers caress your chin making you look and meet his eyes, those eyes…absolutely hypnotic…you can’t help how you slowly lean in wanting to kiss him. But he moves his head back slightly avoiding your advance, looking down at your side still impaled with the glass and his face twists into further irritation. 

“This might hurt,” he says dryly.

“What?” swiftly Miguel pulls the glass from your side, honestly not all as deep and bad as you had originally thought, But the sudden yanking out of you is painful. 

“Son of a bitch!” you yipe at the sting. The stinging pain was quickly dissipating as Miguel worked tentatively to patch up the wound. Honestly, him playing doctor with you was making your stomach swarm with butterflies. 

Wanting to flirt and tease him you decide against it as you look down at his face. Seeing him with a serious face was nothing new for you but in this moment there was an air about him that was making you walk on eggshells. Miguel had hardly said anything to you this whole time, he was just speaking under his breath or just giving sharp commands.   

“Okay strip, I need to patch the rest” Miguel demands as he stands away from you. 

Gently you run your hand along your side where he had bandaged you up. Looking up at your hero, he’s refusing to meet your gaze as he is prepping alcohol on a cotton pad and setting up more bandages for you.

Standing carefully you start to disarm your gadgets and slip off your suit letting it pool onto the ground beneath you. Having to strip down in front of him has your face blooming in a deep blush. Yes, the man has seen you naked, hell he’s been inside you but the situation still makes your stomach flutter. 

Once stripped to your underwear Miguel gently turns you around to observe the inquiries to your back. Softly his hand traces where his talons had punctured and scratched your skin. The dried blood trails down your back and he is extra gentle as he cleans you up with a rag. Applying the alcohol to the wounds makes you tense releasing a hiss, the sting disinfects and cleans the marks. Tension in the air is thick as he gently begins to patch your wounds with bandages, you hear him faintly whisper an apology as his large hands work on you. Unsure if he meant for you to hear the apology you just hum softly. 

Once you're finally patched up he moves away from you and starts packing away the supplies. Softly you thank him and he only hums in response still avoiding meeting your eyes. Awkwardness makes you fidget and you excuse yourself to your room to put on something. Miguel is always quiet and sure he is not the most commutative but he’s acting strange, even if he was mad at you from past experiences with him you know he wouldn’t shy away from telling you that he was mad at you, so what's his deal?

Quickly you slip your shirt and shorts on returning to the living room. Sat on the couch you see Miguel looking down at your suit and gadgets neatly folded and placed on the coffee table. Seeing him still in your apartment has you surprised, with the way he has been quiet you were sure he was angry with you and would have slipped out but he’s still here…Maybe he wants to stay and look after you for the night! That would be a welcomed surprise!  

 “Can I get you some coffee?”  you ask eagerly while rushing towards the kitchen, but as you are rushing to make coffee you stub your toe on the couch leg as you are passing it; letting out a sharp cry as you hold your foot. How did this hurt more than the glass? 

“You can’t even walk in your apartment without hurting yourself.” Miguel laments, shaking his head as he walks past you making his way to the kitchen. 

Shortly after Miguel is placing a hot coffee in front of you as you sit on the couch favoring your foot; he even places down sugar and creamer on the table. Looking up at him you see him drinking his coffee, steaming hot and black you assume based on his personality. 

“Than-”

“I’m taking the suit and the stuff with me…” he interrupts sharply 

“What? Why?” you ask confused.

“Are you serious? You almost died today! Look at you!” Miguel's eyes are piercing you as his body tenses further. 

Deep down you know that Miguel was right, your inquiries could have been a lot worse if he wasn’t there, you understand that, but taking your suit to prevent you from being Blackcat was overreaching. 

“Look what happened was scary but I am okay and I’m going to make sure to fix it where it doesn't happen again.” Reaching your hand out you step closer to him, but he backs away from you. 

“So am I,” Miguel says dryly, staring daggers into you, unwavering in his decision. 

Opening your mouth to further protest you are cut off by Miguel's watch beeping and his holo agent appearing. “Miguel, we have a situation that needs back up” 

Miguel's eyes stay on you roaming over your figure watching the bruises slowly blooming on your skin and the patches he so tentatively wrapped you in. 

“Tell them I’m on the way…” 

“Right away~”

Miguel swiftly grabs your suit and gadgets from the coffee table heading towards your window to make his exit. 

“Miguel, wait! You can’t leave now! This isn’t over!”

“That's where you're wrong…it is over…”

Stopping dead in your tracks you feel a sharp sting in your chest from his sharp words. Does he mean the conversation or does he mean…

“Wait!”

Halfway out of the window he turns to look at you cutting you off again, “Just finish your coffee and for once listen to me.”

The pain and confusion must be evident on your face because, for a split second, you see his face go from irritated to concerned before his watch goes off again, making him break his stare and slip out your window into the restless night. Taking your alter ego with him leaving your head whirling. 

Who does he think he is? Taking your stuff and leaving! Taking away the one thing that was keeping your life entertaining! If he thinks he can just take your stuff without consequence he has another thing coming! Plus what did he mean by over? Does he mean your crimes or did he mean…you two?

It had been two days and you had healed up and couldn't take it anymore. Sneaking into his HQ you were ready to enact petty revenge. It was a lot easier to break in this time, maybe it was the fact that you had done it before or the fact that you were driven by your anger but you were a cat on a mission! 

Miguel taking the things that you worked painstakingly hard to create was driving you mad, little did that grump know you made an extra set of grappling claws for emergencies like this. Though you didn't have another suit you had to just settle on an all-black ensemble, not as super thief looking but the hoodie was comfortable.   

Starting off sneaking in, were you quickly seen by multiple spider-people? Employees? Whatever, they didn't seem to care about you being in there very much, a few even waved at you saying “Miguel's cats here” or some cat-related pun. You weren't listening, just focused on getting to his office. 

Finally making it to the dark office you can’t help how your chest aches from being in the place that took your criminal x superhero relationship up a notch. Up to a level that you were not exactly sure what it was or how to define it. Complicated? Enemies with benefits? though now that the two of you were upset with each other you were even more confused. 

How do you even talk to him about this? Do you talk to him about this? Shit, are you here making an idiot of yourself? Just had to like the hero ....you're not good at this bad girl game…

Rummaging around his office you do not care if you're making a ruckus or even a mess. You wanted Miguel to show his stupidly handsome face, and give him a nice verbal thrashing of all the things you thought to say after he left.

There was a part of you that wished this would end up like the last time you were here, ending with you wrapped in his arms…growing closer…this alter ego is how you got to see him after all, it's not like you have ever met as civilians, hell, you didn't even know how you two would find each other…you didn’t even know his last name. 

Stopping with a sigh you start to think of the word “over”. Was that his way of ending things, this, whatever it was with you…the thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Now here you are so desperate for his attention, to keep it going after he told you to stop…there is no way this ends well right? 

“He’s not here” A voice suddenly startles you. Looking around you try and pinpoint where it’s coming from then you look up. Walking casually on the ceiling you see a lanky-looking man in an odd-looking spider suit with a pink robe, he smiles at you before he drops down in front of you. 

“Where is he then?”

“He's been out on a mission, I think he’s coming back soon though. Do you want to wait for him? Or I can call-”

“Don’t!” you say quickly cutting him off, he gives you a quizzical look. 

“We aren't exactly on friendly terms right now” 

“Then…Uh whatcha doing here, stray?” 

“Stray?” you quickly shake off the comment “There was a slight accident, and he got all grumpy spider and took my suit and gadgets, so I am just getting revenge. Don’t try to stop me.” the man seems to only laugh at your comments so you look around for something to take till something catches your eye “How about that white and red suit? Seems important…” 

“Yeah, I would advise against that. I think taking things is only going to escalate things.” 

Huffing you lean against a nearby desk crossing your arms. “Then what should I do?” 

The man laughs before he speaks, “Cat, you're asking for advice about a very complicated guy…”  

Sighing you feel a mixture of emotions swell through you, the man leans against the desk next to you, “Have you tried talking to him?” 

“This isn’t exactly a very communicative relationship, I don’t even know if he even likes me or if I am just entertaining him…” 

“Oh, he likes you,” you can’t help at how you light up at that comment looking at him with pleading eyes, wanting to hear more. 

“He has been in such a better mood with you around, and get this, he doesn't even mind the cat jokes. Plus..” He leans closer to whisper in your ear “I’ve seen him looking at pictures of you” 

“Really,” You try to hide your enthusiasm but it seeps through making the man laugh and nod yes. 

“If you ask me he seems to like you” 

“He said this was done, and the bastard didn’t even bother to elaborate on what he meant!” 

“So why don’t you ask him? The first time you confronted him worked out for you, why not do it again?” 

“Yeah but…that was confronting Spider-Man, not Miguel whatever his name…”

The man thinks for a moment then a smirk stretches over his lips before he snaps his fingers “I have an idea!”  

Either this Peters guy’s plan was completely brilliant or completely idiotic. Here you are, broken into Miguel's apartment in Babylon Tower. Waiting for him to come home to talk to him. Talking to him in his office you thought would have been better but Peter was instant that you come here. Something about forcing Miguel out of his Spider-Man ego and the shocked look on his face. 

Sitting in his apartment was pretty surreal. You two have only met in costume, and now here you are unmasked and waiting for him. This felt like something people in relationships would do, not whatever you two are. 

As you sit waiting in anticipation the moment finally arrives. You hear Miguel's front door opening with his holo agent greeting him and informing him that he has a visitor in the living room. Miguel rightfully looking confused approaches the room quickly, stopping in his tracks when his crimson gaze falls on you. 

Watching his face contort from confusion to irritation back to confusion he finally starts to ask a question but you are the one to cut him off this time.

“I need to talk to you and…this is what your friend Peter suggested.”

Miguel rolls his eyes “Of course he did…” 

Placing his eyes back on you he approaches. Coming closer, you're able to see him in his normal attire out of the iconic Super-suit, oddly he’s still as intimidating. Muscles still bulging with every movement. The shirt he was wearing was basically crying against his wide chest, One sharp movement and you're sure it would rip into a bunch of tiny pieces. 

“I’m guessing you're not here to talk about getting your stuff back considering you broke in here without issue” -Okay not seeming mad this is a good start. 

“Actually I do want those back but that’s a later conversation. I’m here now to talk to you about…us?” you can’t help but cringe at your own words sounding so pathetic. 

Miguel on the other hand seems unfazed, “what about us?”

“Are…Is this thing over? Or was this not ever even a thing? I mean you're a hero and I'm just a thief and not even a few good one either…” As you're rambling on you fail to notice Miguel inching closer keeping his cold gaze fixed on you. 

Once you finally look up Miguel has moved so close to you that he is practically pinning himself against you. All your words begin to die off as he lifts his hand to cup your cheek gently stroking your soft skin. It's almost like he’s petting you to soothe you. 

“Cat…”

“Spidy…”

Leaning down his warm breath fans across your face, those blazing eyes burning into yours. 

“I couldn’t be done with you even if I tried”

“Mig-” 

True to himself he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is different from your first kiss, it’s gentler. Holding onto you as if you were made of glass, Kissing you as if you are precious to him. And you are…

Beginning to move his lips against yours he opens your mouth effortlessly, then capturing your bottom lip between his teeth he pulls back and lets go making your lip pop back and swell instantly from the teasing bite. 

The sensation makes you moan pressing yourself flush to his body, that warmth of his is still intoxicating to you. Moving your head to expose your neck he kisses your sensitive skin with hot open mouth kisses that lick and bite at you. Shuddering at each kiss you feel yourself getting slick between your thighs. 

“Your Mine” His rough voice purs before he's lifting you effortlessly causing you to curl your legs around his narrow hips. Miguel bounces you up and down a few times just because he can. The Motion has your cunt rubbing against his strained cock tenting his pants. 

Miguel carries you to his bedroom commanding Layla to dim the lights. Pressing kisses desperately against each other you finally make it to the bedroom. Crashing into the mattress doesn't stop the pursuit of each other's lips. Getting drunk on one another's taste you're making quick work to get each other naked as quickly as possible pulling and tearing at the clothing. Mouth-watering as you finally pull away to admire Miguel's body shows his sculpted physique and perfect skin, you can’t help that you start licking up and down his chest making him shamelessly whimper. 

Once he can’t take anymore he's tasting your skin but kissing from your neck, licking at your collarbone, then finally finding his place at your breast. Miguel is quick to latch his mouth onto your nipple, licking and biting causing you to moan out as he continues to suck, moving from one to the other and trailing his saliva all over you, practically marking you. His other hand fumbles with the button and zipper of your pants as he snakes his fingers underneath the hem to strip them off you. 

Releasing from your swollen bud he is pulling your pants off completely. Looking down at you he spreads your legs apart to watch that glistening stain on your panties. Without reservation, he's leaning down lapping at your clothed cunt eating you through the thin fabric. Feeling him sucking and rubbing his hot tongue against your bundle of nerves has your toes curling and throwing your head back. Practically begging at this point you're pushing your sex against his face selfishly wanting to chase your high. 

Popping out his talons he quickly disregarded your panties, throwing the remains to the floor. Lifting his eyes to meet yours he sees your desperate eyes lidded and mouth pouting for him to taste you fully, his lips curl into a grin. 

“Such a needy girl.”

Whimpering at his taunts you spread your legs wider for him then take your hand to slide across your folds to spread yourself for him. 

“My girl is begging like a damn slut…You want me to take care of you, baby?” 

Nodding quickly he's quick to take care of you. Leaning down he flicks his tongue on your clit making you lift your hips off the bed. Keeping his tongue working on your clit he probes his finger into you, starting with his index finger and then moving in his middle both plunging knuckles deep, curling against your gummy walls. The closer you are to your orgasm the more you tangle your hands into his thick hair, Pulling him into you more. He was right, you are needy. 

Feeling that familiar quivering of your cunt and the shakes from your body he’s licking faster, getting that white-hot pleasure rushing through you as you cream on his fingers. You swear you hear him chuckle before he pulls out his digits to lick up your essence. 

Once he's done he's moving away from your weeping slit, already aching for more. Discarding his pants quickly he’s already crawling back on to you. The tip of his cock bobs up and down nudging along your cunt. Leaning down he kisses you desperately making you taste yourself on his tongue. Pulling away he pumps himself as he lines up to your entrance.

“Your mine…all mine…” 

All you can do is nod and hum as if you're too drunk in anticipation to give out actual answers. Sliding in you gasp at the overwhelming stretch. Your cunt is so desperate to be filled you could feel yourself practically sucking him in and the feeling is not lost on him. 

“Damn…if you keep sucking me in like that, I’m not going to be able to resist filling you up,”

Mumbling out a string of yes’s you curl your legs around him as he draws his hips back to where only the tip was in. Leaning down he nudges his nose against yours probing you for a kiss, arching forward to slide your lips hungrily against his. 

Thrusting upwards he hits that sweet spot deep inside you causing you to break the kiss with a moan. 

“That's my girl” Pulling out and rolling into you deeper he keeps praising you “My good, good, girl,” with each word he thrusts into you deeply making you shake and cry. 

“So, tight..and mine…” his words slur together dripping with lust as he continues to fuck himself deeply into you. Both of you are approaching your highs feeling his cock throb in you as he continues to moan a symphony of ‘mine’ as he ruts into you. 

As you begin to feel yourself clamp around his thick cock you hear him softly say your name making you clamp down harder humming to him. 

“Say your mine,” His thrust began to speed up. 

“I’m yours, always,” with that he rolls into you deeper making you squirt on his cock, making a creamy mess all over him. 

Groaning and grinding against you, his orgasm finally washes over him. Miguel cummed in you, it was deep and hot like the first time setting your insides ablaze. Unhooking yourself from him you're surprised to feel him lean further into you, keeping himself in you. 

In this position, you could feel his racing heartbeat. 

“Say I’m yours…I…I need to hear you say it” looking up at you with his intense eyes and flushed face. The sudden vulnerability makes your heart skip. He made it clear that you were his but he wanted you to want him as much, and you did. 

Cupping his cheek he leans into the soft touch, “Your mine Miguel…”

“You know, this doesn’t mean I’m going to stop being Blackcat,” you say resting your head on his warm chest. Miguel just chuckles slightly as he lazily traces your side, carving your figure into memory. 

“Yeah, I figured you still wouldn’t listen, But maybe you can be helpful to me instead.” 

A huge smile stretch’s on your face, “Are you going to let me join the spider society?” 

Miguel gently creases your chin and pulls you closer to his face, “perhaps if you learn not to be so clumsy” he quickly teases before he places a kiss on your nose. 

Huffing you are not entertained by his teasing. Watching him with a pout you see that perfect body of his roll off the bed heading towards the bathroom. 

“You know, you're not funny Mr.-” you stop. -Shit after all that you still don't know his lastname…

“O’Hara” His smooth voice breaks your thoughts.-O’Hara, huh?

“Now come on, I want to take a shower with my pretty girl before I have to go back to HQ” 

“Your leaving me already?”

Miguel approaches wrapping his arms around you pulling you closer to his bare body. “Don’t worry pet, I plan on taking you with me.” Leaning down you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear making a familiar heat shoot down to your stomach.

“Maybe I will even let you sit on my lap while I work…”

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[in-daddy-price-we-trust]

All I Wanted - Part 1

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence

Part 2

A/N: this is like my first fanfic in a while, and first on tumblr (yay!) any tips and tricks would be so helpful!

this also plans to be a series but posting might and will be inconsistent, thank you in advance!

You always had a difficult life. Being abused by your parents up until you ran away at 13. After you ran away, you got in with the wrong type of people, promises of hope and money, food and validation was all they needed to say to get you hooked in their business of organised crime. Some good came out of it however, they gave you a home and how to defend yourself. They taught you how to shoot a gun and the best place to make someone bleed. They taught you nothing else mattered except them, they became your new family.

You were 15 when you were tasked with transporting a couple crates of weaponry and drugs. The organisation you joined knew you well enough and practically raised you to be the strongest you were. So one cargo ship to Amsterdam later, you find yourself in a rotting, metal warehouse, wearing pink apparel, pink puffy skirt and a white hello-kitty shirt. A baby pink cardigan is draped over your shoulders and over-the-knee white knitted socks. A chrome covered knife strapped to your thigh.

“Zus, how much for it all?” he stood across from you, a cigarette lit between his lips taking a long drag as you assessed his question. His black, slicked back hair elongated his face and the three piece suit almost made this deal professional.

“How much are you offering?” was all you said as a small smile graced your lips, ‘the higher the offer, the better’ you remember being told before you left. They weren’t the best weapons but they were definitely worth at least a couple K.

“25”

a grimace, “80”

a growl, “40”

a hum, “55”

“65. Final offer,” his teeth were bared, almost like he was sweating already.

A sinister, sweet smile stretched across your face, “Wonderful, and how are you wanting to transfer that?” out of seemingly nowhere you pulled out a notepad and pen, writing down the bank details before you gave him a pointed look, “You have one week to transfer the money, or I will have your head.”

His face paled, almost embarrassingly so. For how innocent you appeared to be, you knew how to handle yourself in these situations. You turned to walk away, the sound of baby pink mary janes clacking against the concrete as you bounced towards the rusted metal doors, sliding them open as you looked back at the man one final time, “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” and leaving.

You were good at your job. It was easy, for the most part. Gather intel, pass forward that intel. Transfer somewhat illegal items from one holder to another. So it comes to you as a bit of a surprise when you exit through the dusty doors when a bullet wizzes past your face, luckily just missing you. Swiftly pulling out the hand-gun out your waistband and shooting in their direction. You wish you had your sniper, but it was left in the hotel room you managed to stay at.

As you shot in the direction of the fire, you failed to notice someone sneaking out behind you, kicking your knees in. Dirt caked your socks as the grip on your gun became loose. Acting as quick as possible, you flipped onto your back, retching the knife from its holster. Before you could act, black invaded your vision as you felt pain shoot from your head. Shit.

-

White light invaded your vision, a grumbled swear leaving your dry lips at the pounding in your head. "Jesus Christ," your wrists hurt, rubbed raw by the shitty metal handcuffs they strapped you in, "Whose bedroom did you get these out of? Couldn't even afford good quality cuffs?" fell out of your mouth before you could think to stop it. No one reacted.

It was a van, you could tell that much. The interior white with small wooden benches lining it. Two men sat on either side of you whilst the other two sat across. From what you could make out, another pair sat at the front, driving to this unknown destination.

Maybe you should have been more scared. More begging for them not to hurt you. Four big, burly military men could definitely kill you much easier than you kill them.

They studied you like you studied them. The one on your left was most likely the oldest, a fisherman's hat upon his head and mutton chops-moustache combo was the dead give away. He had his eyes closed and arms crossed across his chest, legs spread wide.

You couldn't make out the one on your right quite as well. A black balaclava with painted white skeletal teeth paired well with the upper half of the skull mask he wore. He seemed to be in a similar position as grandpa, although he had an ankle resting on his knee instead, head tilted back against the cool metal of the van.

The two across from you seemed younger. One had a darker complexion, his eyebrows furrowed in a thoughtful expression. He was smaller than the rest but no doubtfully as strong.

Lastly was the man with a mohawk. His eyes bore into you the most, not so angry and more trying to figure out who you were. Breaking you apart and putting you back together with his eyes. Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him. His face morphed into one of slight surprise before rolling his eyes and looking towards the front.

It was quiet. The hum from the light ticking like a clock in your ear. Trying to gauge where you were and how much time had passed, your foot started tapping on the floor.

"Stop," A gruff voice said suddenly making you jump before mumbling a sorry at the skull-faced man. It was quiet again. It numbed your senses, sending shivers down your spine. Gravel sounded under the tires before voices outside sounded, signalling your arrival.

The doors pulled open, sunlight shining in. As mohawk and shorty left, skully pulled your arm to tug you along out with him, a short yelp escaping past your lips at the action.

You tripped over your feet, pins and needles shooting up your legs from sitting for so long. "Can you be gentle?" you spoke as you found your footing, "Please?" it was tacked on at the end for at least the tiniest bit of sympathy.

Skully looked down at you as he continued to drag you towards what you hoped was a five-star hotel with bed and breakfast. At least your death would be a quick one.

The halls blurred together until you were sitting in a leather chair in someone's office, back to the door, although you felt the looming presence of the men behind you. Mutters were heard outside before the door clicked opened, footsteps and a click again.

Gramps stood in front of you, leaning over the dark stained oak table. He had a file in his hand, putting it on the desk before sliding it over to you. "What do you know of El Sin Nombre?" it wasn't as much of a question than you'd like but an order for information.

Your mouth was so dry it felt like you swallowed cotton. As much as you wished to answer him, you look at him with furrowed brows and a confused expression. It took you a couple minutes before words formed in your throat, "Who?".

He didn't enjoy that answer. One of his hands slapping on the desk as he seethed, repeating the question again as if that would change your answer.

"I don't know who that is! I can't help you," you felt that burning sensation under your eyes as you desperately tried to convey your emotions. Tears meant weakness, and that's the one thing you didn't want to show to your captors right now.

Pairs of eyes hammered into your head. You felt like a child again, staring down at your toes being told off for not doing the dishes or not being quick enough to grab a beer. You braced for the hits, the punches to your ribs as you made promises that fell on the deaf ears of your mother and father.

"Price," A voice sounded behind you, soft and comforting. An accent coated the words that flowed through the air you didn't pick up on. The more time passed the more your eyes stung, tears slipping past your defences. Shoulders shaking as you try to curl into yourself, strings of "I don't know" and "I'm sorry" being nothing more than mumbles.

The room grew cold and quiet as you sobbed. Footsteps couldn't be heard over your own cries, so when an arm wrapped around your shoulders, you jolted. Expecting this is where you get hit. Bracing for the impact and sting they usually brought with them.

Instead, the arm pulled you into their chest, hugging you close and stroking your hair, along with shushing you softly. It only made you sob harder. When was the last time someone hugged you like this? Sure, you got the occasional pat on the back for a job well done, but never an embrace like this.

Time passed through your fingers like sand, not knowing how long you sat there for before you calmed down. The arms didn't pull away until you did, cringing at the wet patch you left on the man's shirt. Speaking of, you looked up to see mohawk looking down at you, eyes soft and an equally soft smile. "Y're alright now lass?" his accent leaked into the words, a curt nod allowing him to pull away and stand up again.

A heavy sigh sounded above you as you dragged your eyes up to meet who you presumed was this 'Price' figure. "What’s your name?"

Gears turned over the question in your head, thinking of an answer. Technically, you lost your name when you left home, gaining a couple new names at the gang.

Your silence was taken for an answer. "What are you doing in Amsterdam?" this you could answer.

"A business exchange. I'm just the messenger, I don't know any of the customers - I promise! - I just get the money and dip. I promise I can't help you-" you were hyperventilating at this point.

"It's alright sweetheart, deep breaths, calm down for me, yeah?" Price's voice was gentle now, seemingly not wanting the same thing to happen.

"Can you tell us where you're from? Who you work for?" He asked once he saw you calm down.

"Uhm- I'm from England. And I don't really work for them but I'm a doberman. They're some organisation that took me in," you weren't really interested in going into full depths of your life with these complete strangers.

Although, you felt the gazes lift off you and onto Price, his own eyes looking back at his men, a million silent conversations happening right above your head. Price inhaled sharply before he asked his last question, "How old are?"

"15." The air knocked out of his lungs.

[ak4e7a]

sweet disposition – psh

notes: high school au, slice of life, scifi, jay lives to torment sunghoon, angst, hurt, comfort, i learned quantum mechanics to write this, also the first draft of this got me into grad school so #slay i guess

wc: 10.7k

cw: mentions of violence, SA, su1c1de attempt (not actually, it's a metaphor), parent trauma

trailer: you were always stuck in your ways. what happens when you decide to change out of love for someone else?

starring: park sunghoon, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, and aespa karina (yu jimin)

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“just desserts” arc — episodes 1-4

You never liked your name. You thought it didn’t suit you. 

After all, it was supposed to mean something like “sound of the heavens”, and you hadn’t spoken in three years. It wasn’t like you were mute or anything. You just didn’t have anything to say to anyone. Like, ever.

Yu Jimin was the closest thing you had to a friend, often acting as a translator between you and the rest of your classmates. You got along well with Jimin because most things she asked would be in the form of a yes or no question, and if she wanted more, it only took one look into your eyes to get an elaborate answer. And you were glad Jimin wasn’t pushy when it came to the subject of your intentional silence.

“I heard they’re playing ‘Silent Penalty’ next week! Those boys are crazy, don’t you think so? Especially Jaeyun and Jongseong,” Jimin cried, clutching her textbooks to her chest with her free arm. You were on your way to your family's cafe, where you worked part-time—Jimin as a waitress, you in the kitchen (where you wouldn’t be bothered).

The month of April tinted the otherwise muted color palette of the outskirts of Shibuya in blushed hues. You always walked home together; the stories of the Hello Kitty murder and the Setagaya Family and the Junko Furuta case so deeply ingrained into their memories that neither of you would allow the other to go anywhere alone. You and Jimin even carried dainty pocket knives in their bags; these were mostly used to open boxes at work or cut slits into the packaging of snacks from the convenience store by your school. But it never hurt to be too safe, especially as teenage girls in a big city.

You nodded, the wind blowing through your high ponytail, tousling several strands out of place. Sometimes you took pity on your friend, wishing you could be better company to the girl who had not left your side since you first moved to Shibuya. You often wondered if you should just tell Jimin how much you appreciated her, and how you wouldn’t leave her unless Jimin explicitly told you to do so. 

Tamago to chikai wa kudake-yasui, you thought to yourself as you continued to walk hand-in-hand. Why not just show her?

It wasn’t like you were a “bad” friend. You often helped Jimin with homework (you did it for her) and you were the one who taught her how to ride a bike. You prepared the best bentos, often shaping the onigiri to resemble the cats from Sailor Moon, and always brought an extra fruit jelly stick for Jimin, who would never fail to still be hungry after lunch.

You wondered if that was enough for Jimin. You supposed it was, since Jimin had never once complained… at least, to your face. But you also wondered how long that would last.

“But, I mean, their leader… he’s kinda cute,” Jimin trailed off. The boy in question was Heeseung, the quiet half of the Fox Club twins. Said “club” was known around Kokusai High School as a sometimes-rowdy, always-mischievous gang, whose members were all brilliant in their own right. “And I heard they’re looking for new members! We should try joining them! Even though… even though we’d be the only girls.”

You exhaled sharply, forcefully — your way of laughing with as little effort as possible. Sometimes, if you felt up to it, you would even treat Jimin to a smile. You followed the pebble you’d been kicking since you left Kokusai before stopping to pick it up and rub it clean with the hem of your sweater. Then you handed the polished stone to Jimin, who took it happily, saying she’d add it to her jar at home.

“I think joining them would be a good idea, even if we’d be the only girls… Maybe they’ll find a way to get you to talk again,” Jimin mumbled as you walked ahead of her. 

Sometimes, you mused, Jimin would say things and forget that you weren’t deaf, just quiet. Extremely, deafeningly quiet.

“Oh! Did you see that new experiment on TV last night?” Jimin asked, catching up to you. “The one about the snails getting their memories erased.”

You raised your eyebrows, and Jimin continued recounting the details from the news report she watched with her dad.

“I bet they taste gross. Don’t know why people have tried eating them. But you could probably find some way to fix that, huh?” she chirped, opening the back door of the cafe. “Since you’re so good at cooking.

You looked up, turning to Jimin with a playful gleam dancing along the outer corners of your normally blunted affect. You shrugged, as if to say, maybe, but it’s anyone’s guess, and helped Jimin tie her pink apron up.

It was a slow afternoon, the usual customers trickling in one at a time like the dregs of a coffee machine after it’s finished brewing. You noticed that Jimin was especially chatty at the register today, and sighed to yourself as you refilled the almond flour jar slower than your grandmother would have liked. How you wished you could join in the conversation.

It was a shame you were still convinced they’d hear you, but no one would truly listen.

When you finished every random task you could think of doing, you peeked out of the little window between the kitchen and the front counter. Its position was perfect for you to watch the television above the customers’ seating area without being caught by whoever happened to be working the cashier shift.

The program on the television that afternoon was a replay of Yuzuru Hanyu’s record-breaking short routine in figure skating at the 2014 Olympic Games in Sochi, Russia. Yuzuru had since become one of Japan’s permanent darlings, on and off the ice.

You frowned. That could have been you, had you not torn your right Achilles tendon right before high school started; had you not disappointed your entire family in front of a national audience; had you not landed on your ankle on purpose, because you didn’t know how else to tell your mother that your coach had been touching you in the locker room ever since you put your first pair of skates on. It’s not like your mother would have believed you. She was dating him, after all.

Maybe you would have been an Olympian had you not done any of those things, because no one gave medals out for lying and saying everything was fine.

“Y/N-ie,” Jimin called. “Where’s the milk bread?”

There was no answer, but that was a given. Jimin turned around to find your attention fixed to the television, eyes following Yuzuru’s every movement. If you still spoke, you would have been excitedly calling out each triple Axel and Lutz jump as you saw them.

But no sound came out of you, aside from the slow, deep breaths you took.

Jimin immediately grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

You snapped out of your maladaptive daydreaming, picturing yourself on that podium, and went back into the kitchen without any hesitation, and the milk bread was out of the oven several minutes later.

“Hello!” Jimin said. That was odd, you thought. You were about to close for the night. Usually, in the time you’d been working there, this part of your shift went interrupted.

“Oh… Is halmeoni not here?” went the soft, low voice.

Why are they looking for Grandma?

“No, not today. She hasn’t been feeling well lately. Can I get you anything?”

You crept toward the little window again, peeking behind the vase of lavender flowers that sat on the left side of the shelf that ran along the bottom. You recognized the person speaking. He was wearing the Kosukai boys’ uniform: navy blue blazer, a white shirt, burgundy and mauve necktie, and navy trousers. He was quite tall, with full, messy, dark-brown-almost-black hair parted down the middle, framing his tired, upturned eyes.

He was one of the Fox boys—but not one of high ranking, to your knowledge.

“Oh… um…”

“I’ll give you a moment to decide what you want. Pardon me,” Jimin said sweetly, before walking into the kitchen. The sound of the door swinging open startled you, causing you to nearly knock an open sack of flour over. You ducked down under the window before the boy could spot you. Jimin laughed. “What are you doing? Are you spying?” 

Pause. 

“Do you know who he is?”

No, said your pursed lips. You grabbed a sheet of scrap paper and a pen from the pocket of your frilly black apron and scrawled something down quickly. Jimin took it from you. 

I think that’s the boy Grandma told me about. The one she gives the unsold pastries to at the end of the day.

Jimin giggled. “Oh, no shit. He’s cute! But not as cute as Heeseung.”

You rolled your eyes at a specific tempo that Jimin perfectly recognized to mean shut up, he can probably hear you.

“Well, I’ll clean up here. You go give him the bread.” 

And with that, she pushed you through the swinging door as if she were moving a stack of heavy crates.

It was times like these that you wished she still had the will to speak, so that you could scream at your friend in disbelief. Jimin sometimes liked to take advantage of the fact that you would only physically protest if she thought it was worth fighting about. 

Your eyes softened when you looked at the boy, whose complexion had suddenly tinted the color of pickled plums. It was an uncanny look for someone who was seemingly so reserved and collected, from the times you’d seen him in passing.

“Oh. you ’re the granddaughter, right? Y/N? you ’re in class 3-A, right?” he said, his hands behind his back as he bowed. You nodded.

“I’m in 3-B… So it’s true, huh?” 

Pause. 

“You don’t talk?” 

Another nod.

“You can call me Sunghoon. Nice to meet you,” he said, to which he received a decidedly polite nod. “Oh, yeah. I forgot. I guess you can call me that in your head. Are you the one who does all the baking? If you are, it’s really good.”

You smiled like your muscles weren’t used to the strain before heading to the display case, a brown paper bag in hand. You slid the metal door open and used a pair of tongs to transfer the baked goods into the bag, deftly maneuvering each piece so as to not crush anything. You tied the bag closed with a piece of white ribbon and handed it to him, not allowing yourself to linger on how his cheeks had not let up on their rosy hue.

Sunghoon offered to walk you and Jimin home, out of politeness (and genuine concern for your safety, he said). Jimin accepted before you could even so much as blink a strong no, thanks, and so he waited as the two of you finished closing the cafe before heading in the direction of your apartment building. You tried your best not to panic. Being around the opposite sex was not high up on your very short list of favorite situations.

“I’ve never had a conversation so one-sided and yet only mildly uncomfortable,” Sunghoon said, having since regaled you with some of the more tame stories about the Fox Club. He told you about the time the twins came to school dressed in the girls’ uniforms, when he and three other boys (Park Jonseong, Yang Jungwon, and Nishimura Riki) got into a fight on the train after catching someone nonconsensually taking an upskirt picture, and the famous incident in which more than half of the Foxes ended up in the swimming pool, still fully clothed. “Y/N could hate me for all I know.”

You scowled. He adjusted the strap of your bookbag on his shoulder, clearing his throat. “No, wait, that’s not what you think it means. I meant that because you don’t say anything, you can spend more time judging me.”

You gave him a variation of the same exhaled laugh you only reserved for Jimin, shaking your head. You could already tell Sunghoon was kind by the way he walked on the side closest to the road, and never pushed you to speak the way others tended to do.

“You aren’t?”

I am, but I don’t think poorly of you. It’s the opposite, really.

Jimin chuckled. “She has other things to do besides complain. Like be my best friend. Right, Y/N?”

You nodded.

Of course. you’re pretty much all I have left, and that makes me more pathetic than ever.

—

The next Friday, you took the challenger’s seat at the Fox Den’s lunch table, on an otherwise bleak, foggy afternoon.

The entire cafeteria was in shock. The aforementioned seat was more of a symbolic gesture than anything; the Foxes rarely, if ever, gained new members because of how rough their games could get. The reward, however, was respect, notoriety, and the unyielding loyalty of seven teenage boys.

“Alright, hold on,” Jaeyun, the outgoing one of the twins and de-facto second in command, interrupted as the other boys cheered and swooned over you. He ran a hand through his dyed pastel pink hair cooly, eyeing you in front of him; your posture indicated that you were not scared in the slightest. 

You were everyone’s hallway crush, despite your cold exterior and refusal to even consider any confessions of their affection. Not one day could go by without you hearing usually-innocent comments about how pretty you were, garnering comparisons to different shoujo protagonists.

And to exacerbate those remarks, that week, you’d heard the boys giving Sunghoon shit after finding out he walked you and Jimin home; it was all they talked about in their free time since Monday morning, bombarding him with questions about what your voice sounded like and if there were really scars on your ankle and how you smelled. 

Everyone froze, waiting for the next words. Jaeyun looked at you as if you were a particularly difficult sudoku puzzle. “You sure you want to do this? I won’t go easy on you just because you’re a girl.”

You nodded metronomically.

Jimin cried out a sharp “No!” before covering her mouth in what you thought was a mix of devastation and realization, tears pooling in her eyes like spring dewdrops on blades of grass. When her eyes locked with yours, the universe was put on hold for a moment. You wished you could hold her hand and say it out loud.

I’m doing this for you.

Beside Jaeyun, Park  Jongseong, another one of your fellow third-years, brandished two long needles, previously wrapped in his white handkerchief. He towered in front of you like the Tokyo Skytree, his long black hair covering one eye, the other glinting playfully under the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria. He’d abandoned his blazer over the back of the empty chair in front of her, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, exposing the prominent veins along his inner forearms. “Who’s going today?”

“I’ll do it,” Sunghoon said over the voices of the other club members, easing his way through the slowly-growing crowd of students. “Let’s make it quick.”

“Who has the stuff?” Jongseong asked, spraying something onto the needles that made the club’s seating area instantly smell like a hospital. You grimaced only for a second, pushing back the memories of being in the emergency room.

There was an exchange between two closed fists, and before any more objections, Heeseung was announcing the rules to Silent Penalty, tossing a pair of dice in the air as he spoke.

“A roll of eight means you take a penalty mission. If both parties have eight at the end of the same round, both will face penalty. We’ll do two penalties. Keep a straight face through both, and you win. Back out, and you forfeit the whole game. Consequences will be decided later on.” He shot a glance at Y/N. “If you win, you will be the first girl in the club. Do you accept?”

You shook your head slowly. The boys whispered furiously behind you. You pointed at Jimin.

“Oh… She means that I get to come, too,” Jimin piped up, half-hidden behind Yang Jungwon’s broad back.

The dark-haired twin snickered. “Fine. That doesn’t bother me. Anyone against it? No? Then let’s start. Good luck, Y/N. Sunghoonie is our best Penalty player.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘best’,” Jongseong argued. “Luckiest, sure.”

Round one: you , 7; Sunghoon, 4.

Round two: you , 9; Sunghoon, 7.

Round three: you , 5; Sunghoon, 11.

“Shit, Seung,” Jongseong murmured to Heeseung as they stood behind Sunghoon. “Maybe you should have picked a different penalty number.”

Heeseung grinned, patting his friend on the back with a heavy hand. “It’s a thirteen-point-eighty-nine percent chance of rolling an eight. Not zero. Just be patient.”

Tensions mounted in the tenth round, but neither Sunghoon nor you were fazed. Not even when both of you rolled your first eight.

Jaeyun clapped, earning him a glare from his twin brother. “Oh, finally.”

“First penalty,” Heeseung announced, nudging Jaeyun aside. “Jongseong, the needles, please.”

Jimin gasped. “No, wait, what are you doing?”

“Ear piercings,” Jongseong answered with a grin as he began to sanitize two silver studs in his handkerchief. With his free hand, he held Jimin firmly in her spot by the cuff of her blazer. “Don’t worry, Heeseung is good at it.” Still clutching her, he used their joined hands to point to his right ear, a diamond earring in the center of his lobe. “Got this one last year.”

“Ready?” Heeseung asked, taking the alcohol-soaked handkerchief from Jongseong, hands already gloved up.

Everyone watched in silence as Sunghoon allowed Heeseung to confidently push the needle into his cartilage. Sunghoon blinked once, twice, then licked his lips all while the earring was inserted and the backing locked into place.

Taking the other needle, Heeseung sauntered over to you. You looked at him before turning to Sunghoon, brushing your hair away from your face.

“You already have a piercing,” he frowned, gingerly pinching your right ear between his pointer finger and thumb. “I’ll just pick another spot… is this okay?”

You nodded, feeling him graze over the protrusion covering the opening of your ear. You inhaled what could have been construed as the last breath of a dying woman, then exhaled as Heeseung pushed the needle through the thick cartilage of her tragus. He screwed the earring into place, smirking.

“Brave girl.” He turned to his brother. “Did she flinch?”

“Didn’t even blink,” Jaeyun praised. “Fucking sick.”

Sunghoon bit his lip, taking the dice out of your cold hand.

Round fifteen: you , 8; Sunghoon, 8.

“Damn, again?” Jongseong remarked. “That’s either very lucky or very unlucky.”

“The special lunch, Sunghoon,” Heeseung commanded. The boy ducked under the table to retrieve a bento box, blowing his bangs out of his face as he came back up. He looked like he was going to throw up. You thought the pain in his ear couldn’t have been that bad for him.

“Do we have to?” he asked. “Can’t we do something else?”

You answered on Heeseung’s behalf, leaning forward, propping your chin up with your hand, elbow resting on the tabletop as you looked into his eyes. Whatever it is, let’s just get it over with. Unless you’re too scared.

“No.” Jaeyun opened the box, revealing two snails and a small clear container filled with white crystalline grains. Sugar, you hoped, although it was most likely salt. “Here. We’re running out of time.”

You each reached for a snail, Sunghoon opting for the larger of the two.

“Wait,” Heeseung ordered, eyes narrowing to the point where he resembled the nickname he was often called—snake. You and Sunghoon waited, still clutching their own snails. “Sunghoonie, give yours to Y/N. She’s the challenger, not you.”

You resisted the urge to squirm as you felt a jolt run up your arm, like you’d accidentally touched the prongs of a plug that was halfway out of an electrical socket.

Sunghoon scowled. “This isn’t going to be pretty, regardless.”

Amane put her free hand over his, with an expression she hoped he would understand as  don’t worry, it’ll be fine, and they switched snails.

“Put some sugar and eat it,” Jaeyun chimed in.

Amane let go of his hand as he glared at the shock of pink hair sticking out in the crowd. “The shells, too?” he drawled.

“Don’t be a smartass, Hoon,” Jongseong laughed.

It was slimy and bitter, even with the sugar. You kept your focus on Sunghoon as your lips wrapped around the opening of the shell, sucking on the body until it slid into your mouth. you r first mistake was chewing, the snail guts oozing onto your palate. you r vision blackened around the edges, and in the span of several milliseconds the Sunghoon that sat in front of you was replaced by the image of a younger boy, with the same dark black-brown hair and dark eyes, albeit thinner, almost haggard-looking.

All you could do while you were frozen in place was swallow, watching the boy as he was pushed out of the front door of an unfamiliar house by someone who could have only been his father, a silver second-place trophy thrown after him. It clattered to the ground, smashing into several pieces that the boy gathered up into the hem of his black sweater. He ran through the old, worn-down neighborhood until he reached another apartment, knocking on the glossy red door until a dark-haired woman with glasses answered, letting the crying boy inside.

You felt the unwelcome but familiar sinking feeling of parental disappointment gather in the pit of your stomach, its endless tentacles swirling and wrapping themselves around the chunks of snail entrails that slid down your esophagus.

You guessed that Sunghoon was experiencing something similar, which meant that he saw the memory of a young girl gliding across a sheet of ice in a skintight jeweled red leotard and matching skirt with all the elegance and grace of a koi fish in water. Out of the corner of the girl’s periphery, a group of people gathered at a section of the plexiglass that framed the entire ice rink; one man smiled, and he saw you skate into a jump before landing with a resounding crack that caused every spectator in the stadium to get on their feet for a closer look.

He would have then seen that man run onto the ice and pick you up, cradling you too close to his body even if he were your father. His hands were in the wrong places, and Sunghoon would have to have wondered why no one was saying anything. Perhaps their focus was all on the blood that began to seep through your nude-colored tights.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” went one of the twins—your focus was too far elsewhere to distinguish or care about who it was. “Welcome to the Fox Club.” 

You ran out of the school building as soon as the dismissal bell rang, Jimin and Sunghoon calling out after you.

— 

“Umiushi,” Sunghoon said, pointing to the creatures at the bottom of the metal basin. You were in the kitchen of the apartment he shared with his aunt, who just so happened to be a marine biologist studying these so-called “memory snails”. “That’s what we ate. But it’s a special type. Jimin said she told you about them.”

You watched the sea snails in a curious disgust, afraid that they would somehow leap out of the water and down your throat. You nodded to affirm him.

“Yeah. Basically, they have some sort of molecule that can be blocked so that their memories can be blocked, too. There’s not much else we know about them… and I asked Aunt Mina—don’t worry, I didn’t tell her what I saw or anything, it was a hypothetical question—I asked her if it’s possible to transfer memories, and she said it’s impossible right now. Something like that would be magic.”

You grimaced. Magic was for children.  

It had been two months since that Friday afternoon that changed everything. Since that day, Sunghoon had followed you home, knowing full well what you’d seen from the snail he’d first touched, the one you ended up eating. He told you how his Aunt Mina took him in after his father disowned him for losing the chess tournament, and how they hadn’t spoken since. 

The next morning, you showed up at their house and handed him an origami crane with Why the bread, then? scrawled inside.

Sunghoon explained to you that he was saving all his pocket money to one day pay for a chess “tutor” to whip him into shape, so he could win enough matches for him to go home—the promise his father had made to him the last time they’d spoken, almost a decade ago. You appreciated the honesty of a mere acquaintance so much so that you returned to school after that weekend with a photocopy of several diary entries that pertained to the memory he’d intercepted.

Inside, you confirmed his suspicions. The man was your coach, and, incidentally, your mother’s boyfriend. No one believed what was going on, and your furious mother sent you to live with your estranged father’s mother in Shibuya. It was almost five hours away from Sendai, where you had grown up and trained with one of Japan’s future Olympic figure skaters, Yuzuru himself. Before the incident, it was pretty much guaranteed that you would reach that level, too, since everyone said you were blessed by the gods with such talent. But as your mother said, it was you who ruined everything. Not the gods, not the universe, not fate.

You stopped speaking, Sunghoon learned in your handwriting, because you felt as though no one would listen if you did. You said it was easier that way, less effort on your part. It was harder for you to make promises that you didn’t even want to consider keeping. It forced people to be direct, otherwise they’d get nowhere with you. You didn’t like talking, anyway. It was worth less than acting upon things.

The final page of the diary entries was a single line, a proverb you lived by. 

Tamago to chikai wa kudake-yasui.

Eggs and vows are easily broken.

— 

You stood on the rooftop, the frigid night air whipping your cheeks the color of the sakura trees below. You and Sunghoon had snuck to the top of one of the Tokyo skyscrapers way past midnight, on a whim. Now, as one of the Foxes, you would agree that life was a bit more fun with some trouble.

You were more than happy Jimin had finally confessed her feelings to Heeseung, and he’d reciprocated, even if it meant you and your best friend spent less time alone together. While Sunghoon could never take Jimin’s place exactly, he fit into your life just fine. Maybe it was because you made space for him to be there.

He loved fruit jelly sticks just as much as Jimin, so you started bringing an extra one for him as well. You noticed that when he took the leftovers from your grandmother’s cafe, the taiyaki in the bag excited him the most. He told you that they were called something else back home in Korea, but he thought yours tasted better. After that, you would always “accidentally” make too many, and give him the rest when you thought no one was looking. You once found him in the library playing chess against himself, and the next day you sat in front of him and played until the lunch bell rang, having learned the rules the night before.

You found out Sunghoon spoke the same language as you. Acts of service. He carried around a pack of Salonpas because you were prone to muscle cramps and the occasional shooting pain in your ankle. you ’d always blush and look away when he’d hand you a clip to keep your hair out of your face, ignoring how his fingers lingered on yours just a split second too long to be platonic. When the boys would tease the two of you about being constantly together, you would text your snarky comeback to Sunghoon, and he would say it out loud for you. And everyone would laugh.

You truly were practically inseparable, though. You couldn’t bring yourself to shut him out, not when he’d already seen what you considered to be the worst part of you and why you were the way you were, and still chosen to think the best of you. On Friday nights, when Jimin and Heeseung were out on yet another city expedition, the two of you would sit on the plastic-covered couch in your grandmother’s living room and watch Yuri On Ice, the anime about a competitive figure skater’s return to the sport. And Sunghoon wouldn’t make you feel embarrassed about crying, only comforting you after making sure it was okay to touch you.

You liked him. He could doze off at times, but he never made a big deal about it. You admired that. And you also appreciated that he never said he felt sorry for you and what happened when you were thirteen. It was unnecessary, you thought. The important thing was that he was there.

The Foxes always traveled in packs. For the boys, it was a sign of friendship. To you, it was protection. Being one of the two girls in the club meant they were extra protective over you, and Sunghoon was no exception. In fact, he was the rule. Every day, without fail, he and Heeseung would walk you and Jimin to school, then to work, then back home.

The world felt a little less lonely to you. And maybe, just maybe, you could stop running from it with one good leg to stand on. Maybe you could find it in yourself to forgive a world that took, since that world had Sunghoon in it. Almost as if it were trying to make it up to you.

His black scarf was wrapped around your neck, flooding your nose with the scent of clean laundry and musk. He’d let you wear it on the train ride over to Shinjuku, and you wondered if he was falling in love with you, too. You hoped that he knew you weren’t scared of being so close to him. Not when he was everything you needed from yourself.

“It’s time we started living for ourselves, don’t you think?” you asked, staring down at the city lights in all their neon glory. Every single speck represented another disappointment, another broken heart, another fruitless wish. None of it mattered. But it still did. “Maybe start chasing a different dream. Maybe the same one. But be in control this time. It’s more fun that way, isn’t it?”

The wind blew your pleated uniform skirt upward, and when you turned to see if Sunghoon was looking, he was. At your face. You had just mustered the courage to speak again, voice raspy from years of unuse. You leaned ever so slightly over the edge, arms spread out wide, feeling the strong breeze catch your body in the current. The tickle of the urge to free-fall played around in your mind.

“Y/N!” Sunghoon yelled before grabbing your wrist at the last possible moment and pulling you back hard enough for you to fall on top of him. You clambered off after a moment’s hesitation, sitting beside him and smoothing out the hem of your skirt.

You looked down, almost ashamed of your impulse. “You….”

“Y/N,” he wheezed, pushing his bangs out of his face as he tried to collect himself. “Are you crazy?”

Your brow furrowed as you examined the worried expression that painted his delicate, sculpted face. “What… What’s wrong, Sunghoon?” The roll of your tongue felt nice in your mouth; yes, you could get used to saying his name out loud. “Are you okay?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Sunghoon retorted, to which you answered with your usual breathy laugh.

“I don’t think killing yourself is that funny—did I miss a joke or something?”

You smiled at him, taking his hand into yours. His was much bigger, and warmer, but felt right all the same. “I wasn’t going to kill myself at all,” you said. “At least, not literally.”

Goodbye, silent Y/N.

–––

“under the moon” arc — episodes 5-8

It had been four months since the snail incident. And while you certainly would have not preferred to have someone who was a stranger at the time witness the worst thing that had ever happened to you, you didn’t regret having the sticky ooze of entrails coagulate in your body.

Because you would have never guessed you would gain a whole new family out of it.

The boys could get rowdy at times, but they meant well—for the most part. Those occasional instances when they didn’t were usually because someone had decided to bother you�� and force you to speak for them. You didn’t mind talking most of the time now; all that mattered was that you got to decide when you’d open your  mouth and to whom you’d speak to.

Being one of the two girls in the group certainly had its drawbacks, but you liked to think you balanced them out just fine. After all, their detention rate had gone down in the past couple of months thanks to you insisting they stop throwing water balloons off the gym’s roof and they stop sneaking into the basketball team’s gym to deflate all the balls.

“Y/N-ie,” Jongseong chirped as he sauntered over to the Foxes’ table with his bento in hand. He was the only one besides Jimin who used that particular honorific, and you only allowed him to do so because of how stupidly tall he was compared to you. “Where’s Hoon?”

You looked up from your food, stony eyes glancing at the other boys—and Jimin, who sat beside Heeseung—and everyone shrugged. You blinked slowly at Jongseong before answering, “He’s going to enter the cafeteria in… five seconds.”

“You’re just bullshitting at this point,” Jaeyun laughed, mouth full of rice. While he was certainly more in-your-face than his twin brother, the Foxes’ vice president was surprisingly still pleasant to be around. You would never say it to his ridiculous pink hair, though, because he’d never shut up about it if you did. “Damn, you eat one snail and suddenly you’re Yuuji Itadori or something.”

“She’s not making it up, Yunie,” Jimin chimed in from where Heeseung’s arm was around her shoulder. She pointed in the direction of the double doors. “Look, there he is.”

You lifted your bag out of the chair next to you without even looking to see if Sunghoon had already reached the table. It was like you had a radar for him and him only, and you’d spent the last few days staying up late thinking about how that was possible.

You both seemed to be able to sense what the other person was feeling, which meant that neither of you were ever hungry, tired, or in a bad mood for long. You often would run into each other during times you normally weren’t supposed to be together, the rare occasions where you would spend your weekends alone always seemed to change the moment the both of you left your houses. At one point, you two discovered that not only did Sunghoon have an insane talent for drawing, but he could accurately guess what you were wearing and how your hair was styled without having seen you prior to his sketches.

Thankfully, however, you couldn’t totally read each other’s minds. You would be embarrassed for Sunghoon to find out you’d come to love him if he could hear your thoughts.

It couldn’t have been the snails that did this to you, right?

“Sorry, Hiroto-sensei was chewing my ass out,” Sunghoon said as he shrugged off his uniform blazer and sat down. He placed a carton of mango juice beside your hand, the straw already punctured through the foil seal.

“You were sleeping in class again, weren’t you?” you asked, handing Sunghoon the bento you spent the morning preparing for him. It had all his favorites—pork curry, rice, natto, a soft boiled egg, and the taiyaki from your family’s cafe.

“At this point, I don’t know why he even tries,” he laughed. You smiled at him softly. You were glad you found it in yourself to speak, because your new family actually paid attention to you. They didn’t possess Sunghoon’s attuned nature towards you, but you appreciated them all the same. “I need my nine hours one way or the other.”

“You had nine hours last night.” You paused, chopsticks in midair. “Jongseong, why are you staring?”

The black-haired boy looked at you as if you should have known the answer. “It’s like you two have powers or something.”

“Why would you say that?” Sunghoon asked.

“You two are so connected, it’s romantic.”

You tried to hide the blush spreading across your face. “Shut up.”

You and Sunghoon both agreed that God—at least, the one from Christianity—wasn’t real. Something from a World War II history documentary they’d watched together said it best—a line carved into the walls of a jail in the Mauthausen concentration camp.

“If there is a God, then He will have to beg for my forgiveness.”

Certainly, that God was all sorts of fucked up to grant free will. To allow your figure skating coach to violate your body for years. To be unable to stop Sunghoon’s father from beating him for every game of chess he lost. To give the worst pain to the least deserving.

That is the problem of evil. That if there were such suffering in the world, and yet God could not prevent it, then He is not omnipotent. Maybe He didn’t even come close to the power that Izanami and Izanagi or any of the other Shinto deities held, and they were far from perfect.

Sunghoon once told you that he would destroy the whole world for you if he could, to which you simply rolled your eyes and said that that would be no fun. This was, incidentally, after he’d gifted you a painting he’d done of the ancient lotus garden in Kumamoto. Making art was his new hobby that you made him pick up so he wouldn’t be so burnt out playing chess all the time.

“And why not?”

“Because our suffering helps us delight in everything else that much more,” you answered, resting your cheek on his shoulder. You knew you wouldn’t have said that two months ago, that you would have instead told him that humans are put on Earth to suffer and nothing else, but after being around friends who didn’t take life so seriously (if they ever did at all), you’d learned to have fun with your finite existence as it was.

Of course, you appreciated Sunghoon’s sentiment all the same. It held you close and told you everything would be alright, that the way your life had turned out was not your fault like you’d believed it was, but rather a consequence of things you could not control. In your physics class, Hiroto-sensei had quoted Albert Einstein during a lecture on quantum mechanics.

“God does not play dice with the universe.”

That was to say, Einstein never believed in the idea that atoms were governed by randomness. He turned his nose up at the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, which itself stated that there was no way to accurately predetermine the speed and position of a particle at any moment. He asserted that there was no way that anything could be certain, that it wasn’t possible to describe things in terms of probabilities. He thought that the course of all events was fixed, that God formulated and prescribed a certain set of laws and sat back to watch the universe evolve in accordance with those laws.

You would have to disagree with him.

After all, what kind of vindictive God would— 

— 

“Sunghoon,” you said as you laid on the floor of your living room, listening to music in English because you promised each other that one day you would get out of the country together. On this particular night, your album of choice was Radiohead’s Pablo Honey. 

He had mentioned that the band, at one point, refused to play “Creep” live because it was the one song the audience came to hear. You knew what that felt like. 

Sunghoon turned his gaze away from the ceiling to look at you, his eyes softening. “Hm?”

“Do… do you still like chess?”

You knew that he would understand what you meant by that. In the past few weeks, you’d had to practice with him after it turned out that you were a better opponent than anyone in Kokusai’s chess club. Sunghoon was still dead-set on going back to playing competitively, all in the name of being allowed to return to his childhood home, to his father, one day. At least, that’s what you thought.

Something about that made you uneasy, but you knew you were in no place to cast stones. After all, you had your own share of disappointing your parents. Your own mother had not come to see you in Shibuya since the day she abandoned you there, effectively handing over any parenting duties to your grandmother. The phone works two ways, and she’d never acknowledged that fact of the universe. And, unlike Sunghoon, you had never been offered the opportunity to go back “home” to Sendai. As if that place had ever been your home to begin with.

The nuances between your circumstances were only sparing, to say the least.

“You’re worried about me,” he declared. “You think I want to win a tournament so I can go home.”

You hummed in agreement.

“Well, yeah. I want to go home. But only to drop that stupid trophy off at my father’s door and be the one who never speaks to him again. Besides, why should I return to that place when I’m completely fine here?”

Maybe Jongseong had a point, you thought. Maybe you two did share something more than a lunch box of snails. Maybe it’s romantic, after all.

“Are you really okay here?”

He returned his gaze to the ceiling, avoiding your eyes. “Yeah. Because it’s where you are.”

— 

Sunghoon knelt down at your feet, lacing up your ice skates.

However, your legs were bouncing uncontrollably, and it wasn’t because of how cold the indoor rink was. Part of you wished that your Achilles tendon didn’t heal completely.

“Look, you made it this far,” Sunghoon said quietly, brushing his fingers against your supposed bad ankle. The doctors had said you’d be fine to skate on it, that it was your mind that wasn’t allowing you to try again. “We can come back another time.”

You shook your head. How you’d longed to be back, pining for a time where you would be free from the prison of invisible hands gripping her limbs, pinning you down on the ground. “No. I promised you we’d do it today. I need to do this for myself, too.”

“If you can’t—”

“Don’t tell me you doubt me, because I’ve already got that covered,” you snapped, the words flying out faster than you could control them. Your hand came up to cover your mouth. “I’m sorry, Hoonie. I didn’t mean—”

He shook his head, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Don’t worry. It’s nice to finally hear what you think. But I disagree. You are so much more than you realize. I’m proud of you.”

Your eyes closed gently before you allowed herself to momentarily soak up those four words.

Then you shrugged off your coat and took his hand, letting him guide you to the rink. The frigid air tried to seep through your fleece-lined stockings but it was nothing to you as you began to wobble on the ice. You scolded herself internally and forced her muscles to relax. It was unbecoming of you to say you should have been an Olympian before the accident and then proceed to look like you needed a walker. 

It took several moments before you began to glide carefully, the blades of your skates just an extension of your body.

You didn’t need to go back to Sendai anymore. You could stand on both legs now, head held high.

For the next few minutes, you took your time getting used to the feeling again, silently willing all of your faith in yourself to return. You were different now. You could trust yourself. Protect yourself.  Being a Fox brought that out of you—your bravery, determination, the unabashed desire to take what the universe threw at you and spit it back in its face.

Of course, you had to thank Sunghoon for showing up when he did. Before then, you were what some people would call just waiting to die. Waiting for the possible day in which you would stop being who you were.

He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. He never forced himself on you. The first time you ever held hands, it was you who reached for him in your sleep as you napped on the floor next to him, the space heater keeping the two of you warm.

Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared.

You didn’t need to, anymore. You glanced over your shoulder to find Sunghoon watching you intently, head propped up with his hand as he leaned on the railing.

One, two… three… jump.

You closed your eyes and leapt, spinning three hundred and sixty degrees before landing with only minimal strain, the skirt of your dress fluttering. You could hear Sunghoon’s overjoyed cries faintly as you continued to swim through the air, feeling the rush that used to overcome you when you were younger, although this time, there was nothing looming over you like the shadow of the Grim Reaper. Your entire body vibrated, all of your electrons dancing along with you.

Sunghoon didn’t hesitate when you came to him, pulling you in for a tight hug.

It was short-lived, though, because as soon as you came into contact,

you passed right through him.

“What… what the fuck?” he whispered, turning his head around to see you standing behind him. You were staring at your own hands, wondering what the hell just happened. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It didn’t hurt.” You looked at him with a mirrored wide-eyed expression. “I think we need to call Jongseong.”

“I knew it,” Park Jongseong said smugly, strolling into the lobby of the ice rink with his hands in his pockets and an unlit Seven Stars dangling from his lips. You and Sunghoon sat one seat apart, in fear that it would happen again.

“Don’t be crazy,” you muttered as you crossed your arms. You uncrossed them when you considered the possibility that your hands could go inside your body if you weren’t careful. “There’s no such thing as having powers.”

“Sure,” Sunghoon added. “But there has to be some sort of explanation for this.”

Jongseong grinned, pushing his black hair out of his face. “Yeah. You’ve heard of quantum theory, right? Atomic principles? Hoon, you weren’t asleep during that lecture, were you?”

“Maybe I was. What do atoms have to do with any of this?” Sunghoon asked, rolling his eyes.

“Well, basically… how can I explain this easily… uh… your atoms and Y/N’s were so perfectly aligned that you… y’know… passed through each other.”

You frowned. “But Einstein said—”

“He was wrong. People can be wrong. Shit, even the gods were wrong sometimes. Damn, do you sleep in class, too?”

“I—”

“Nothing,” Jongseong said, “is a guarantee. Except death.”

Take that, Einstein.

— 

“You’re beautiful. I wish I could draw you right now,” he said.

You let out a soft, nervous laugh. “Cameras exist. You could just take a picture.”

“That’s not nearly enough.”

Your hands trailed shakily along the lapels of Sunghoon’s blue blazer, fingertips grazing the hem as he edged closer to you. You wondered if the accident would happen again.

“H-hoon…” you whispered as you attempted to sink your head deeper into his scarf wrapped around your neck. “I’m scared.”

They were on the rooftop you’d killed herself on—in the metaphorical sense—all those months ago. Since then, everything as you knew it was different, from your voice to the way you presented yourself all the way down to how you felt. 

“Nonsense,” he quipped in the same hushed tone. Your eyes were locked on your shoes, feet pointed toward one another. “You’re damn well the bravest person I know. It’s contagious, actually.”

“This is different,” you replied. You rubbed the fabric of his blazer feebly. “I…”

“I love you,” he said, tucking his index and middle fingers beneath her chin to tilt your head up to look at him. “I really love you.”

I love you. I love you a lot.

“No! you  can’t just… you can’t just say it like that!” you protested, hands flattening against his broad chest and attempting to push him away from you. It was no use. Despite how lanky he appeared to be, he was built like an iron wall.

Sunghoon chuckled, wrapping his fingers around yours. “How would you rather I say it?”

You froze as heat rose to your face. They’d just discussed this in class; the story went that Souseki Natsume, a famous writer who once taught English, said that because the Japanese did not declare their love so loosely the way Westerners did, the most appropriate equivalent of the expression would be “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”.

And the most appropriate “literary” response to that came out of your mouth smoothly, like melted ice cream. “Shindemo ii wa.”

I would die happy.

–––

season finale: i know the end — episodes 9-12

When observed under a microscope, two particles both affected by one experience will no longer exist as individuals thereafter, but as two halves of one whole. This phenomenon is known as quantum entanglement, and had been used by several of your closest friends to describe the way in which your life had flipped itself over its axis on one April afternoon in your third and final year of high school.

Five years had passed since you’d graduated. Since the day you grew a spine and ate a snail with Park Sunghoon, the day you stopped living on autopilot. Since you’d fallen in love with him and regained the mastery of your own voice, both of these things you’d done over and over again, day after day. And it had been three years since you finally returned to competitive figure skating to prove that you could do more than just fine on your own, without your mother and certainly without a coach who would violate your physical existence.

But in those years, Sunghoon still hadn’t made it out of Japan like he said you both would someday. At least, you hoped, not yet. Not yet, but soon. You knew it had to be soon.

You sat in your small apartment in the Fairfax district of Los Angeles, an expensive neighborhood you were only able to afford because of the amount of endorsements you’d taken on. Your little black cat, Tai, as in taiyaki, as in the dessert Sunghoon loved so much, purred contentedly in your lap as you stared out of the window and into the street below. 

You’d agreed to adopt a cat together one day. You wondered if he already had one of his own by now. You assumed he did; on several occasions you could sense his presence, encouraging you, making you push forward and keep fighting against the universe, against Izanami and Izanagi, against God Himself.

This was what you did in your free time. Miss your life back home. You didn’t want to make any new friends. It was useless. No one could take or come anywhere remotely near Sunghoon’s place—or Jimin’s, or Heeseung’s, or Jaeyun’s, or Jongseong’s, for that matter. 

Soon, you promised yourself, you could show Sunghoon all that he’d missed out on. In your second year in America, you finally mastered the quadruple lutz after several doctors quelled your anxieties and confirmed your ankle really had healed miraculously. 

You decided you would also take Sunghoon to Little Tokyo, Los Angeles, where you’d go every time you felt like getting on a Boeing 747 to give up on this dream once and for all and go back to him, your other dream—if he’d still have you, that is. You didn’t know for sure.

You played with your phone in your hand, turning it over in your palm. You knew he was only a call away, but you were starting to go back to your old self, unsure of whether or not he’d even pick up. There was also a newfound sense of pride you had, not wanting to be the first one to cave in. If he was the one who pushed you forward, why should you be like Eurydice and turn around to look back?

But Sunghoon was the one who put it best, every single time you asked him why he gave up on playing chess in favor of going to art school after graduation—even though his victory in the championships would win back the respect of his father: “I don’t need to go home when you’re right beside me.”

Liar. Where are you?

That night, like many other nights spent lonely, you could feel him beside you, when everything was still except your own chest, aching for some sort of reprieve from the constant gravitational pull of your personal sun and moon, and the monotonous whirr of the electric fan that sat watch beside yoiur bed. You felt the ghost of his fingertips along your spine, and since you happened to be super lucky and lying extra quietly this time—you heard his voice, soft and low and warm like whiskey down your throat. It played on a loop until it lulled you to sleep.

“We’ll go together. I promise.”

He’d said that the night he admitted he loved you.

You also knew that he always knew where you stood on things as flimsy as words:

Tamago to chikai wa kudake-yasui.

Eggs and vows are easily broken.

And since he knew, why would he say that—when he was the one who could read you without even so much as a perfunctory glance? Why would he stand with you in Terminal 1 of Tokyo Narita without his own boarding pass? Why would he tell you to break up with him right before you got on that plane to California?

Stupid plane. Stupid distance. Stupid Y/N. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You had no patience for idiots. You weren’t excluded from your own disdain.

The only thing that kept you sane was the fact that somewhere deep inside you, in a place whose existence you were reluctant to acknowledge, you knew that one day, you’d see him again.

You had to.

You just hoped you’d still be able to recognize each other.

— 

To change the polarity of an electromagnet, two people are required. They use one snail for each person. Their most repressed memory will transfer over to the snail once it’s been touched. In order for the magnetic fields to switch, the parties must switch their snails and consume them.

The result should not end in repulsion.

The day Sunghoon’s atoms had lined up with yours so perfectly that you passed right through him was an indicator that some things weren’t just theories that could be disproved with a fallacy or two. That much was true.

You sighed, trudging through the farmer’s market in search of your favorite stand, which was run by a group of friends who reminded you so much of your beloved Fox Club back home. They sold baked goods that your trainer would frown upon if she saw them, but you believed that you deserved to eat them every Sunday.

And without fail, Sunghoon’s voice popped up in your head, reassuring you that you could eat them every day if you wanted to, just as long as you did it in moderation.

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly, still unsure as ever if he could hear your reply.

You paid for the decadent salted chocolate chip cookies and walked the four blocks home, debating for the millionth time over why you and him had to be forced apart. Did it mean you had to grow alone first? Would you be able to ever feel whole again?

You were able, however, to feel him missing you. So it wasn’t as completely one-sided as it seemed to be sometimes. It was always there, a slight tug in your heartstrings like a thread on its last life. It sat in your chest right beside where you missed him. On this particular day, it was strong. Stronger than any of the other days that came before, so overwhelming that you had to stop halfway home and sit on a bench to catch your breath.

Could quantum theory explain how he could feel whatever you were thinking? Or how you knew, back when you two were still together, what he wanted for dinner before you even asked? Or how your anxieties would disappear just as fast as they came, replaced by a flood of reassurances?

You had had a feeling that he failed his Visa interview on purpose, six months before you were slated to go to America. In the embassy’s lobby, he’d told you that the interviewer said he would have passed if you were his wife and not just his girlfriend.

Liar.

He’d assured you that he did want to go with you. He could find a job working for Pixar or Illumination or anywhere that would hire him for his talent. So why was the universe making it so hard for you to be together now, when the first two years of your entanglement were so easy?

Nothing, you learned, was supposed to make sense. You could spend hours asking “But why?” to every answer and there would be nothing to shut you up. In fleeting moments you would reconsider your decision to speak again, because the one person you spoke for was a little more than five thousand miles away.

So how am I able to be happy when he isn’t right next to me?

Not as happy as you knew you could be, but happy nonetheless. You were running after your first dream, after all.

Your phone rang when you got home.

“Jimin?” you asked, squinting at the screen. You were met with the image of your best friend, bouncing her seven-month-old baby on her lap, a little girl named after you. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“Hey, Y/N,” Jimin’s husband, Heeseung, called, waving to the camera. It was so surreal for you to think that Jimin ended up with her high school boyfriend while you were twenty-three and still pining over yours.

“Have you seen it?” Jimin squealed over the sound of the baby’s giggling. A TV in the background could be heard, the voices speaking Japanese. “The first episode just came out!”

“Seen what? What are you talking about? It’s literally only ten in the morning here.”

“Sunghoon’s anime! It’s so good!”

Your heart stopped pumping for a split second as you heard the double saccharine syllables of his name. The little communication you had with him while you were gone were only simple, fond exchanges over congratulations. The last you’d heard from him, he’d gotten a job at a big animation studio. Of course he was too humble to tell you everything. “What… What's it about?”

“It’s a romance. Everyone in the world is assigned a soulmate and the main characters experience a lot of crazy shit the closer they get to each other. Sorry the summary’s so bad, I promise it’s way better than I just made it sound.”

Soulmates, huh?

— 

It has been said that the atoms of the universe have been rearranged to create the world as it is known now. Should that be true, two people can be born of the same star and not realize it until the moment presents itself.

You knew Sunghoon was there before you even saw him in the crowd. The air suddenly felt different, like you’d just dragged your bare feet through carpet and was just millimeters away from touching a brass doorknob.

On normal competition days you would have attributed the charged atmosphere to nerves or the ten-thousand volt energy of the spectators cheering on their favorite skater. But it wasn’t a normal competition day, unless the winter Olympics in Seattle was just some regular thing. 

You knew it: Sunghoon had made it out of Japan this time.

“Ladies and gentlemen, in third place, USA: Allison Steadmeyer!”

Cue music. Polite wave. Applause.

“In second place, Russia: Irina Khodorkhovsky!”

Music. Wave. Applause.

“In first place, Japan: Y/N!”

The single cheer of one person drowned out the rest.

“Why did you walk away from me?” you asked quietly; anyone around would have chalked up your tears as those of victory, of making a comeback worthy of an Oscar-nominated film. That was because they couldn’t feel the way you instinctively latched onto Sunghoon like an oxygen atom receiving its electron pairing. “Why didn’t you go with me?”

“I didn’t want to get in the way of your dreams,” Sunghoon said into the apple scent of your hairspray. You trembled in his arms, the dazzling Swarovski crystals of your midnight blue spandex dress digging through the wool of his coat. “I knew I would only be a bother to you in the end.”

“Liar.” Tears swam in your vision, blurring his face until he was only the galaxy of vanilla and cinnamon you saw every night behind your eyelids. “Didn’t you know? Didn’t you know that you were a part of them?”

“No.”

You were even stronger by then. The first time you ever tried to physically push him away, he was confessing his love for you. This time, he stumbled backward, albeit only by one step. “Liar!”

“I’m sorry. You know I love you and that hasn’t changed. I just wanted you to be free, I didn’t want to be a burden on you. But it seems as though we’re really meant to be together. I didn’t do what I did to hurt you. I tried so hard to make it not hurt. ”

“What do you mean?”

“As long as I tried to be happy, I figured that you would feel it, too. You know, like what Jongseong said when we were younger. We’re connected. But it was difficult. Every day, I felt you missing me as much as I missed you.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“That even if we were across the entire fucking universe, we’d still be tied together. And nothing could come between that. I know it now, and I’m sorry.”

“I never want to hear you apologize to me ever again,” you mumbled.

— 

“Y/N?” 

You were lying on your hotel bed, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder as his hand aimlessly played with your hair that was still wavy from being knotted in a tight bun for your performance that day.

One side of your face was pressed against where his heart beat in synchronization with yours. “Yes?”

“Did you ever feel… alone?”

You shook your head. “No. Just lonely.”

“Do you still feel it now?”

“Well, you’re here, aren’t you?”

He pressed a kiss to the bony ridges of your knuckles. “And I’m never leaving unless it’s with you.”

a/n: surprise surprise! y'all thought SSV was gonna be my debut on here? well i lied. here's arguably one of the saddest things i've written so far besides that one angst i wrote in stella's dms last week. i hope you love it as much as i loved writing it. thank you to nia for encouraging me to post this :D taglist: @karinasbaby @enha-stars @intromortal @heeslomll @venomhee @heeheeswifey

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

synopsis. valentine’s day ( haikyuu version ). ever wonder how the haikyuu boys would spend the so called romantic holiday with you?

genre. fluff + crack

for @melukonova , @hearts4yuji / @kozuwhore , @reawakened-goddess , @diorlumx <3

ft. tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kotaro bokuto, daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara

gender neutral! reader.

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ oh you’re getting spoiled, that’s for certain. he’s got plans that involve chocolate, flowers, and a very cute plushie of himself<3

⌗ lots of kawa hugs and hand holding!! i stand firmly w the fact that he gives the absolute best hugs cuz he’s just so cuddly and sweet aaaa❤️

⌗ “happy valentine’s day my love~ today you get all of my affections for the price of your own!”

⌗ for a surprise date, he would take you out to a botanical garden and tell you the meanings of each flower that further conveys his love for you. isn’t he the sweetest? YES HE IS SHUT THE FUCK UP BC TOORU IS THE SOFTEST MOST INNOCENT BOYFRIEND EVER🙁❤️ but like i mean when he’s antagonistic i mean🤭 ANYWAY-

⌗ ahem, furthermore i believe pocky will make an appearance, maybe strawberry flavor!! and he will share his box with you.

⌗ finally down to the last stick, he would look at you with a smirk before letting out the most exasperated sigh.

⌗ “oh no, oh no y/n-chan.. there’s only one stick left! what other choice do we have but to share.. care to make it a competition, hm?”

⌗ he won. no further explanations needed.

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, iwa-chan.. the poor thing had to go to his dearest best friend a week beforehand for advice.. a tragedy, truly.

⌗ after a few threats to give his friend another injury to worry about, however, the wing spiker received all the necessary information and ideas required to execute valentine’s day to perfection for you!

⌗ hajime opted for a rather simple approach to valentine’s day that started with a letter he would hand to you. a formal invite to his home with an rsvp thing there as a joke LMAO he’s so silly

⌗ his cheeks were burning with red, a pout evident on his visage as his brows knitted together — something you found completely and utterly adorable as he asked you to read his note.

⌗ it was a heart clenching sight as you opened up a cute nintendo themed card that had happy valentine’s day written with a few silly video game puns. and just like that, his plans were revealed to be a date at home with the wii and any video games of your choice, since you liked them so much.

⌗ it was needless to say, that despite being rather decent in video games, especially mario related ones that he grew up on.. his skills dropped BELOW noob level because all he could focus on was you.

⌗ you just looked so happy playing, and the twinkle in your eyes made it impossible not to stare.

⌗ for each time that you whined at his lack of awareness, he would just laugh and say it was too hard to focus when your smile was right beside him. something he would much rather look at.

     ➫    𝓑𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢   𝓚𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ his valentine’s day wishes for you was over the top, on behalf of the fukurodani volleyball club wishing you with cute posters once you’d arrived at the gym that day to see your boyfriend — who was acting weird all day because he wanted to tell you so badly..

⌗ his plans for today were to take you to a trampoline park! it just sounds super fun and he wants to show off a little.. but he ends up losing dodge ball to some kids😭

⌗ bokuto emo mode ensues.. but then he remembers you’re there and brightens right up again LMAO he’s so simple when it comes to you fr

⌗ took you to a bakery afterwards to get you your favorite desserts — and because he might have wanted some too.. come on, he can’t help it when they just looked so so good!

⌗ on the way home, you guys petted some kitties along the way and even commented that some resembled your friends back at nekoma high

⌗ he gifted you a light and dark gray owl plushie holding a rose as your gift and as a reminder of him always being there for you!!

⌗ “there you go, y/n-chan! now you’ll always have me with you and when you’re feeling down, just look at plush!”

⌗ valentine’s day ended off that night with long needed hug and the promise of seeing each other once more at practice the next morning<3

➫ 𝓢𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝓓𝗔𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ after some pushing from his trusted setter, koshi, to do something special, daichi finally got the courage to actually do something sweet for you this year

⌗ what are his plans, you might wonder? it’s simple, yet lovely. he found this spot where the sunset is prettiest in miyagi, and decided to take you there after preparing a nice late lunch at home and homemade chocolates that suga helped him make earlier in the week

⌗ he gave you your favorite flowers first thing that morning at school and a kiss on your head with a small grin

⌗ the team, however, didn’t fail to fluster him with their giggles and snickers as he yelled at them to get back to training..

⌗ it brought a laugh and smile to your face regardless, to see your boyfriend looking as silly and cute as he did, flustered despite how he normally carried himself

⌗ at last, the time came for your date and you were incredibly excited for where sawamura would be taking you. it was almost dusk, but that was exactly what he waited for

⌗ the two of you sat together on a blanket ( and one around you as well ) he’d brought with two cups of hot coco he’d poured out of a thermos he brought and shared a nice meal he’d prepped once he got home from school that day

⌗ the change of color in the sky was a beautiful sight, and yet he found himself looking over at you, a soft smile on his lips that he was able to spend the way with you

     ➫    𝓢𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗔   𝓚𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ he has seen enough romcoms, listened to loads of taylor swift and scrolled through hella cheesy couple related posts on pinterest to be able to devise the perfect valentine’s day outing with you!

⌗ koshi brought you chocolate covered strawberries he’d prepared the evening prior to valentine’s day all wrapped up in a pretty box with a note attached that conveyed his valentine’s day wishes for you<3

⌗ for his plans, he’d decided on taking you shopping at the mall and to a restaurant of your choice as his treat to you before taking you to karaoke

⌗ whatever music you like, he’d be happy to sing it with you and just have a super good time worth cherishing as memories<3

⌗ he’d searched up online which flowers to best express his love and created a bouquet for you that he would have had with him when he went to pick you up for your date

⌗ “ahaha, too much? happy valentine’s day, dearest y/n-chan!”

⌗ lots of hand holding, his hands are super soft and taken care of since he’s a setter and his hugs send you on cloud nine, he’s just so soft<3

⌗ it’s rather late when your finish your date, and he finds difficulty in allowing the day to end since he wants to be with you longer.. so you both have a sleepover woooo✨

notes. weehee happy valentine’s day brought you by some of the haikyuu boys because they are free therapy, wym it’s just a volleyball anime? anyways, also dedicated a bit to my girliepops, their favs🫶 enjoy<3

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[mayuichi]

“Oh, you're still here ?„

Arlecchino x Reader. No warnings!

note: aaaaaAAAAAAA that one isn't as good as the others but my brain ran out

Official art from Hoyoverse!

A child comes to you, handing you a card orned with drawings of trees and snowmen. “Look! That's my wishes to Santa!„ a smile creeps on your face and a chuckle escapes you. You carefully grab the card to read what the child had written.

“Dear Santa! I hope on Christmas we can all play together and that Father will be home with us!„ your heart warms up at the sweet words. You know every children in the orphanage hold Arlecchino dearly in their heart. After all, she saved their lives.

You hand back his card and gently pat his head. “That is a lovely wish you have made. I'm sure Father will be home to spend some time with you.„

You could feel an hesitant tug at your sleeve. A little girl looks up at you with big puppy eyes. “I... I don't know what to write on my card...„ she shyly admits. You chuckle quietly and take her hand to guide her to the nearest table.

Helping that poor child, you yourself hope your wife will manage to get home to spend time with you, but you'd understand if she can't. After all, being an Harbinger isn't an easy task now, is it?

You already met Pierro once, and Archons, you felt so tiny and vulnerable, as if he could crush you at any moment. You almost met all the other Harbingers in fact, beside Dottore. Arlecchino always forbids you to, she doesn't want this sick twisted doctor to try anything funny with you.

Once every children finished their cards, you gesture them to come over and give it to them. “I'll go deliver them to Santa~!„ is the plan, but you know that it isn't the case. You'll keep it to yourself and try to make their wishes come true, as best as you can.

You aren't actually working in the House of the Hearth, but since you are Arlecchino's partner... You are allowed to come and go as you please as long as you don't do any harm to the children.

As the last kid hands you his card, he takes your hand in his, pleading eyes. “Could you make Father do a card too ? It'd be nice!„ the others' eyes shine with stars at the thought. “I will.„ you promise, not even knowing if she'll come home, and that even if she does... How the fuck are you going to do it?

Anyway, it's only three days after that while you're chilling in your quarters, or more likely - Arlecchino's quarters -, reading a book, you hear the door shut close and her figure walking closer.

“Oh, you're still here ?„ she glances at you, tossing aside her jacket. “I thought you would've been to your house.„ stepping closer, she leans against the desk, taking the book from your hands.

“Still reading Princess Mina of the Fallen Nation? Wasn't it what you started when I left?„ she questions. Well, that is true that you're taking a while to read it, but... “I have been busy around the orphanage...„

Raising an eyebrow with a smirk, she places back down the book, “Oh, really ? How so?„ her voice drips with malice. It gives you butterflies. Your cheeks take a soft pink tint. “I helped with the children, of course... I tried to keep them entertained.„

She loves the idea of you taking care of a kid, that's a fact. Her hand reaches to the side of your neck, and you slightly jump at her sudden touch. “... Such a scaredy kitty. What have you done with the children? I hope they haven't caused any trouble.„

You quickly dismiss her words - or somehow worries - “No, no of course not! They are adorable!„ she chuckles, cupping your cheek, caressing it with her thumb while being careful to not hurt you with her nails. “Since it's soon Christmas, I.. I made them do some Christmas cards.„

Her eyes close, seemingly in thought, and she sits on the table. “Christmas cards, huh... What a stupid thing. How can it be useful?„ she opens her eyes once again, letting them bore into yours. “It isn't specifically useful but... It made them happy to do it, so I wouldn't call it stupid.„

“No, it's true. It isn't stupid. It is just very childish, and it doesn't surprise me from you.„ she teases, creeping closer to press a kiss over your nose. “I bet they love you.„ you nod. You couldn't deny what's true.

“They do, but they love you too. And they miss their Father.„ her eyes widen slightly in surprise, a deep chuckle leaving her lips. “Is that so... I am glad they recognize to who they owe something.„

You roll your eyes at her words. Suddenly, you feel yourself lifted, and pinned down to the bed. “However, I missed you the most. Would you be so nice to let me engulf into you again?„ she asks, but you know it isn't a question. It's an order.

“Wait...! The children want you to do a card too..!„ she shakes her head, “Not now. Right now I need to be with you. So anything else isn't important.„

She doesn't leave any room for argument. Her lips collapse against your in a fervent and hurried kiss. She claims your lips for the first time of the night, but clearly not the last. You are definitely in for a very long night.

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi's property. do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

[subskz]

Imagine Minho being a brat. You're leaving kisses on his chest, while fingering him and (even though he enjoys your sweet kisses) he keeps demanding more, keeps commanding you, keeps complaining that you're not doing a good job. "Fuck- not like that- faster, go faster". And you, being a pretty patient person, decide to indulge him. But Minho keeps up his act. "I said- shit- i said faster- nngh- are you doing a bad job on purpose?" You know he doesn't mean these words, he's just teasing and you're too focused on kissing him to respond anyway, BUT! Your silence is just making him want to keep up his attitude.

"A-are you serious? You know what, just stop. Do something useful and bring me a dildo so that i can get the job done myself."

You knew damn well what he's trying to do. He's saying those things, wanting to rile you up, so that you fuck him harder and show him that he's wrong. Well, you're going to do the exact opposite. You stop your movements and look at him. "Does it really not feel good?" you ask, looking at him with a serious expression on your face. Minho didn't expect that reaction, he expected you to get mad and talk back, so he stayed silent for a moment. Then you started getting up from the bed.

"What- where are you going??" You had to keep yourself from smiling at his panicked voice.

"Umm...to get you a dildo? Like you asked me to?" The look on his face after that was priceless. You wish you knew what's going on in his head right now.

"N-no- i was just- i didn't-" he couldn't believe his plan backfired like that and now, in order to get you to touch him again, to make him feel the way that no other person or toy ever could, he has to swallow his pride and apologize. Watching him avoiding looking at you, struggling to find the right words and the way he's rubbing his thighs together, those pretty thighs shaking, begging for your touch...

English is not my first language, so excuse me if i made any mistakes🫢

no worries at all your english is perfect! 😭 and so is this ask hehe you wrote it so wonderfully~

i absolutely love the idea of besting minho by not falling for his bratty behavior like he wants you to. instead you can break him without even having to lift a finger, treating him softly no matter how much he mouths off until he realizes that all his lil mindgames won’t work on you. it’s honestly cute that he’s too shy to ask you to fuck him harder so he has to resort to provoking you like that, but only way for him to really get what he wants is to spit it out like a good boy 🥰 it makes it a million times more humiliating for him that you don’t even have to be rough to mess up his act and get him begging for you

kissing all over his chest and pretty collarbones while he secretly basks in all your attention <3 i firmly believe lino is weak for having his chest played with so feeling your warm lips press against his pecs and brush over his nipples would heighten the pleasure of you fingering him even more. he hates how it gets harder and harder for him to focus when every pump of your fingers feels so intensely good, like a jolt of electricity passing through his entire body that he can’t get enough of

“are you doing a bad job on purpose?” god u nailed his insufferable antics 😭 he thinks he’s sooo clever trying to cover up how badly he wants more by pretending it doesn’t feel good. poor kitty doesn’t know how to handle it when you see right through his challenge and suddenly he has nothing smart to say anymore~

his thick gorgeous thighs rubbing together so obviously and his pouty face watching you so helplessly would be such a perfect sight. you know you’ve got him right where you want him when he starts squirming around in the sheets, mumbling and stuttering bc he’s so caught off guard. the way “sorry” and “please” sound on his tongue when he finally musters up the courage to murmur them would be so sweet…you can’t help but make him repeat it over n over again before taking pity on him as payback for him being such a fussy brat who can’t use his words properly <3

[jellyfishandry]

Toshinori Yagi: Relationship thoughts

CW: FLUFF, me rambling, domestic stuff?, food, established relationship, insecure Toshi, gn reader

WC: 300+

A/N: This is very specific, and was inspired by 'My Love Mine All Mine' by Mitski :) hope the Toshi lovers enjoy

dancing randomly

like slow and romantic to soft music

and the way he looks at you <3

he is so utterly in love with you, that he has trouble putting it into words

he likes giving you forehead kisses, but if you give him one, he would melt

like say he's sitting, doing some paperwork

you walk by and stroke his hair and kiss his forehead then tell him you love him

struggles through the rest for the paperwork because of how flushed and love-struck he is

loves waking up and eating with you, or helping you make breakfast

absolutely loves your food

not to mention your baked goods. you bribe him with them sometimes, lol

he really enjoys any type of kisses

but the soft and sweet ones where you cup his face in your hands are his favorite

and hand holding is one of the few acts of PDA he's comfortable with

anything more than a kiss on the cheek will get him all flustered

he loves going on coffee or library dates with you

he gets insecure about is body, and he often wishes that he could stay in his muscle form around you more often

cause he feels like he can protect you more

you always reassure that you love him no matter what and his form doesn't change that

he thinks he doesn't deserve someone as amazing and sweet as you

but whenever he says things like that, you silence him with a kiss and some comforting words

whenever he's had a rough day, he really enjoys drinking tea while cuddling or reading

and when he gets scraped up (but doesn't want to bother recovery girl), you'll clean his wounds for him

he really likes the band-aids that have like hello kitty themes or something like that

they make him feel better and they remind him to enjoy the little things

but overall, dating this man is a lot of the "sweet married couple" stuff mixed in with his inexperience that makes him very easy to fluster

i love him sm

|| Intro || Masterlist ||

[bibiwrld]

The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previous: –eight.

–nine.

KENEDI’S POV

Gabby’s soccer game was so fun. I was out of my seat the whole time, chanting her name along with Lorelai and Miguel. Her team won 3–0, which were all scored by her. I was so proud of her.

Miguel and Lorelai, flirted most of the game, well just Lorelai flirted. Miguel seemed rather annoyed, trying to keep his focus on the game.

Why did they even get divorced? They seem quite fine to me, but then again, what do I know?

But afterwards we all walked through the parking lot, Gabby hugging me and telling me she was so happy that I came.

Before I got into my car, Miguel came up to me.

“Hey.” He breathed out.

My eyes found his. “Hey.”

“You had any plans after this?” He asked, rubbing his knuckles.

“Yes, I was headed home to take a long nap.” I replied. “Pretty exhausted.”

The little light in his eyes seemed to go out., looking off into the distance. “Oh.”

My brows furrowed in concern. “Was there something you needed me to do?”

His eyes found mine once again. “We were gonna go for ice cream and maybe you could come over and stay for a while, but I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your sleep.”

I smiled brightly, admiring his cute he was.

“Miiigggguuueeeelllll!” Lorelai’s voice sang.

Miguel exhaled in annoyance.

I laughed. “You should get to your ex wife.”

The expression on his face was one that I’ve never seen before, it was expressionless, but spoke so many volumes. “Please, don’t call her that. It’s Lorelai.”

Did I overstep? Is he offended?

“Oh I..sorry.” I grew embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just hate being reminded is all.” He cleared things up. “Just Lorelai is fine.”

I opened my car door, nodding in response. “I understand, I’m sorry.” I sat in the driver’s seat, gazing up at him.

He leaned into the space between my car door, his arms resting on top, looking at me intensely. “Text me when you wake up?”

“Of course.” I flashed a smile.

🎀

Before succumbing to this exhaustion, I began taking out my braids. I texted Mommy to come over and help me if she could, then I fell asleep. The sounds of her knocking woke me up, she came in like a knight in shining armor to help me with my hair. I helped as much as I could, but the weariness in my body took over and put me to sleep once again.

I woke up on the floor, with a blanket over me and Mommy was gone. She cleaned up all the hair and everything. I shot her a thank you text, and went into the bathroom to see all the braids were out, and my hair was pulled into a large puff.

Going into the kitchen, rubbing my stomach from hunger, I scanned my fridge and realized that I needed to go grocery shopping.

I sighed, going into my room to grab my Hello Kitty tote bag with all my necessities. I typed on my phone while walking out the door.

Me

Woke up a little while ago😊

Well..I was in and out of sleep, but I’m finally up. Mom came over to help me take my braids out. About to go grocery shopping <3

How was the ice cream?

In a matter of seconds, my phone vibrated in my hands while walking down the stairs of my apartment building. I bit my lip with a smile, knowing it was Miguel.

Miguel

Grocery shopping this late? Please be careful.

Ice cream was great, I got rocky road, Gabby got strawberry shortcake. Lorelai was talking as always, I really wish you could’ve came😕

What style were you planning to do next?

Finally in my car, giggling to myself at his texts, I typed back a few replies.

Me

Yes ofc. We’ll get ice cream together soon.

I haven’t decided on a style yet.

I started my car and reversed out the parking lot and drove to my destination.

Strolling down the aisle slowly, I grabbed white bread, then scanned my phone for the grocery list.

“Kenedi?”

I looked up from my phone to see a guy with brown shoulder length locs. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Smiling shyly with furrowed brows, I answered. “Uh, hi?”

He smiled. “You might not remember me, I’m Croy from high school.”

I still didn’t know who he was. “Sorry, I don’t seem to remember.”

He let out an embarrassed laugh. “Damn, uh..” He scratched the back of his head. “I’m Trent’s best friend, was always with him, but you were too into Trent to really notice me.”

Then it clicked. He was the guy with the short, curly hair who would always hang out with Trent, my old crush.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” I apologized, laughing at my horrible memory. “It’s nice to see you, how have you been?”

He smiled brightly at me. “It’s very… very nice to see you, I’ve been good, just graduated.” He got closer to my shopping cart. “How about you?”

“Oh congratulations.” I beamed. “I graduated a few months ago, I’m a secretary/assistant, but I do baby sitting on the side.”

“Oh that’s cool. You should come to Trent’s birthday party next weekend.”

I slightly tilted my head. “I don’t know, Trent probably doesn’t remember me—”

He put his hand on my shopping cart, swiveling it playfully. “You still like him.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh no no, trust me I don’t.”

“So come.” He frowned, then dug into his pocket. “I’m the one inviting you, lots of people will be there, Trent doesn’t even know half of them, it’s fine.” He handed me his phone. “We should catch up, it’s okay for me to have your number?”

I took it, quickly typing my number in. “Yes, it’s totally fine.”

After that interaction, we said our goodbyes and I continued my grocery shopping that I was almost done with. I picked up the strawberries, thinking of the delicious shortcake I could make for Miguel and Gabby.

My phone began blaring in my bag.

Miguel’s name made me smile and answer quickly.

“Hey Miguel.” I greeted sweetly with a smile on my face.

“Hi Kenedi, you didn’t text back and I got a bit worried, it’s so stupid.” He grumbled over the phone.

Worried about me? This man kept getting cuter and cuter.

I pushed my shopping cart to self check out with one hand very slowly. “No it’s not. I’m sorry, I bumped into someone from high school, but I’m going to leave the grocery store in a minute.”

I scanned my items and bagged them.

He sighed, almost as if he was at ease. “Okay that’s nice. You didn’t forget our date tomorrow, right?”

I paused my actions, smiling shyly like a kid. “O-of course not, I’m very excited.”

“Me too.” He admitted.

“Can you stay on the phone until I get home?”

“Of course.”

🕷️

Next part: –ten.

[amourlyns]

⠀ 「 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ Johnny is determined to make you his, even if it takes some white lies.

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Johnny 〞Soap 〞Mactavish + gn!nurse Reader

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀This is also on ao3 ➜    masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ None

⠀ ★ ⠀ | JOHNNY WAS A SHIT LIAR, YOU KNEW that and he knew that too. The lengths he’ll go to see you were hilarious, you’d never admit that though.

So, when Johnny shows up to the infirmary with a paper cut you can’t help but sigh at his antics. Maybe if you kept up this front he would leave you alone. ❛ Ach, ya look s’pleased ‘t see me.❜

The sound of Johnny’s voice lingers in your head— his cologne seems to linger too. Damn, you needed him out like.. right now. ❛ You should just give it up, Johnny. Seriously.❜

He doesn’t of course, and you’re not surprised. He knows you don’t actually mean it, because if you did… he wouldn’t be here in the first place. Silence fills the space between you too. Then you break it.

❛ Just one date, just one and that’s it.❜ He accepts it of course, you finally peek out of your shell. Just a bit. And that’s all he needed. Before he leaves, you put a silly Hello Kitty bandaid on his paper cut.

❛ Well I’ll be damned. An ‘ol paper cut was all y’ needed, aye? Can I get a star next ? ❜ You ignore him for the most part, but he can see the small smile that creeps onto your expression.

You shoo him out moments after, and he raises his hand in a defensive manner. Giggling his way out of the infirmary… God, this was going to be rough.

YOU WERE DEFINITELY DRAMATIC… Here you we’re wishing that this night could last forever. Johnny was nothing but a gentleman to you.

But it gets worse, he was a damn good comedian. So funny in fact, it had you wondering why didn’t you go out with him sooner? Well, you were as stubborn as an ox of course. You could feel yourself twinge with a bit of pride at the sight of his Hello Kitty bandaid.. he kept it on?

He follows your line of sight and grins. The warm lighting against the setting sun did him wonders… he just looked so right like this. He was really good at picking places to go as well, almost too good.

He took you to this small botanical garden, then a local coffee shop now you were here, at some food truck with amazing street food. You also noted that he loved walking, not that you mind of course. It was better than being cooped up in the infirmary after all.

The sound of Johnny talking breaks your train of thought. ❛ Ay, I kept the bandaid. The boys teased the hell outta me. ‘S a nice reminder of ya though. ❜ Wow, he’s honest. Maybe too honest, because he’s making you more and more nervous by the minute.

Involuntary smiles and giggles are slipping out and your face is getting warm. Damn, he’s smooth. ❛ That’s sweet of you.❜ Why did you have the strongest urge to kiss him? You don’t of course, but you do feel the need to tease him a bit.

So you lean in, to him. And he replicates your movements, instead, you take a bite out of his gyro. A satisfied groan escapes your lips at the flavor and you’re left with a blissful expression.

When you focus on him again, you’re inches away from his face. Your gazes meet and you pull away. He’s speechless for the most part he couldn’t tell if he should be upset about his gyro and your teasing, or if he should be grateful.

He decides to go with both options. ❛ Cheeky, aren’t ya? ❜ You respond with a small smile, and a satisfied hum. You and Johnny to call it a night and head back to base.

Johnny holds the door open for you, ushering you in like some royal… it’s funny to be honest, it makes you feel special. He definitely earned the star right? Especially after today.

So you give it to him, placing it on his chest giving it a gentle kiss. And you end up giving him one too, on the cheek of course. You don’t want to get his hopes too high now. He smiles like a little kid who just got candy, all cheery and giddy.

You bid him farewell, and he does the same.

He was definitely getting another date with you.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies about us, about latest drawings, about twst in general and about other stuff.

I also added some new high resolution pngs of recent drawings on our Ko-Fi shop in case you want them… 👀

Anonymous asked:

I went to go check on your second account today (I was on a trip recently and wasn't checking twitter). But I couldn't find it? Was it nuked?

Yeah, but it’s back now! Fortunately…

Anonymous asked:

long time lurker, first time asker here bc OMG 14 YEARS?? CONGRATS!!! MAY YOU TWO HAVE MANY MORE 🥳

Awwhhh thank you so much, Anon!! <3 This is very sweet!

Anonymous asked:

14 years?! Tbh it feels so weird knowing people on the site are in relationships and such. It always feels like everyone here is just depressed single 20-somethings screaming about fandoms at each other all the time HAHAHA

I wish the both of you nothing but the absolute best!!! Seeing the both of you keep unabashedly being you even in the face of hate and shitty antis and whatnot just helps me so much with my own courage. I used to be a huge people pleaser, and it’s been so refreshing to instead ignore all the nasty people out there and just be my own problematic shipping self! I’m sure it’s the same for many others as well!

Of course, I can’t go on without mentioning your absolutely delicious art! They’re so gorgeous I’m always super excited whenever you upload! You really knocked it out of the park with the recent Sebek/Jamil piece. I’m frothing at the mouth seeing Jamil’s dark expression!!!

Also please give Mila lots of pats for me. She’s super cute and I love her face <3

I get it, Anon lol To be honest, I feel like if I weren’t lucky enough to meet Katsu, I would’ve been single as well. Maybe Katsu would too.

Thank you so much for your kind words!! I am super happy to hear that the way we deal with these issues help you out as well in a way. I say it a lot, but I can’t stress it enough: I really want people to be self-indulgent when it comes to fandoms and art… please, keep enjoying stuff that you like! <3

And thank you for enjoying my art, especially that Sebek/Jamil one! It’s funny because it was one of the sketches that I didn’t like too much initially, but Katsu did, so I worked on it a little bit, fixed some stuff, and ended up liking it as well. So it’s extra nice to hear that it ended up being a good drawing.

(Mila got both pets AND smooches with the words “this is from our tumblr Anon”.)

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

About your new Halloween illustration: Sebek looks like he's trying so hard to look cool in front of his Malleus-sama where Jamil is exuding cool guy mafia vibes.

About the Actual Kitty Shroud Brothers: ASTAJSKSINDHH ♥️♥️♥️♥️ OMG SO CUDDLY CUTE AND PAWSSS *ahem* I love how you can clearly tell which is which and the personality between each one.

Jamil is just so effortless! He is way to cool… Poor Sebek gotta try harder lol He really wants to be the coolest and most handsome gent around.

And THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m so happy you liked the kitties!! I want to draw more kitties now… 🥹

Anonymous asked:

"(gym teacher/badly performing student)"

Gee, I wonder who

(related to a reply about Vargas being a top)

Hmmm, could it be a certain third year that was forced to do punishment exercises during the Vargas Camp? Who knows…

Anonymous asked:

Curious if you've ever thought of it. Have you ever considered a Human or Beastman! Grim?  Top or Bottom? Who would fit him the best out of the cast?

Good question, Anon!

Ironically, I find it kind of difficult to imagine Grim as a human or a beastman, and whenever I try, I imagine something similar to his animal form – a hungry little gremlin lol I should draw his humanised form at least once!!

He’d probably be a bottom. The type that acts big and cool but in actuality just wants to be coddled and cuddled. The type that does something stupid and reckless and then looks down all guilty and mumbles that he’s sorry. He’s also an “ore-sama” type of character, and for some reason we tend to see those as bottoms, so I guess that tracks lol

As for the ship, I don’t really know… maybe Ace? Or Yuu since he is the one that ends up taking care of this animal lol But also Stitch because why not.

Anonymous asked:

Have you ever watched spy x family? It might not sound interesting with how family friendly is but I have a feeling you could like the main male lead and his bratty dark haired brother-in-law

Unfortunately, Anon, it’s a bit too straight and family-focused for us; I doubt we’ll be able to push through the main characters’ dynamic and story :(

Still, thank you for your recommendation!

Anonymous asked:

Are you interested in romance games? If so you should check Touchstarved, good world-building set in an post apocalyptic medieval era, the love interests are eye catching and if creating a oc to ship with is not your cup of tea the guys dynamics between each other have a lot of shipping potential~ (two are exes/fuck-buds/situationship)

I think I heard about it, but never really dived deeper into it. We’re not suuuper interested in romance games, but it looks interesting! We’ll keep it in mind :)

Thank you for your recommendation!

[larz-barz]

In her time of need

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Warning(s)/info: Break down, crying, comfort, Hikaru is @risingscorchingsuns’ oc, best bro Karu, pre-hashira Milo

Tagging: @hotelcaliforniaenbydancer @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @rosalinastan1 @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @pinkwisteria @nimmie-nugget @kimetsu-chan @slayfics @night-mince101 @frostburn-shoto @floofgryph

and @risingscorchingsuns, @knyinfinity, and @ackie-slays cause karu >:3

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Hikaru can’t help but notice the lack of presence of his adoptive little sister, Milo.

He knows she doesn’t exactly… have the best home life… so he carefully goes to her house and sneaks to her bedroom window then softly taps on it.

Milo flinches when she hears the sound and looks around the dark room frantically then she relaxes when she sees her concerned older brother figure at the window.

She slowly and shakily stands up and goes to the window then opens it quietly, helping Hikaru inside her practically empty room.

Hikaru stares down at the young yokai, trying to gauge if she’s okay or not. “I’m here now, Milo… You can let it out now…” He murmurs and hugs Milo close when he notices her holding back tears.

Milo starts slightly trembling as she slowly hugs Hikaru back, wrapping her tiny arms around him as tightly as she can.

“Shh… I know… I know it’s hard… but I am so proud of you… You are so strong, Milo… So much stronger than you even know….” He whispers gently as he begins gently stroking Milo’s hair and comfortingly scratching behind her fluffy ears.

When Milo begins to slowly calm down, Hikaru pulls away just enough to look at the small 11 year old girl.

“Is your uncle home…?” He asks as he gently cups her cheek in one hand and wipes away the stray tears with his thumb.

She shakes her head and he smiles. “How would you like to come with me to get chicken udon? If your uncle is back before us, I’ll handle him. I promise.” He holds out his pinky to Milo and she smiles and nods, linking her pinky with his.

“Th-thank you, big brother…” She says softly as she hugs him again, making his heart melt.

Hikaru feels an overwhelming sense of pride from Milo calling him “big brother”.

Such a sweet little kitty seeing him in such a high regard makes him so happy.

He smiles and happy tears prick his eyes as he hugs her back. “Of course, little sis…”

After a moment he pulls away with a cheeky grin then turns around, kneeling down so Milo could, more easily, get on his back. “Here, get on my back!”

Milo nods with an excited smile as she gets on his back then once she gets situated Hikaru stands up and adjusts her before climbing out the window and closing it then leaving her uncle’s mansion-like house.

Hikaru smiles brightly when he begins running and the sound of Milo’s happy laughter fills his ears.

Oh, how he wishes he could give Milo the childhood she deserves.

She doesn’t deserve the one that she’s been given.

Not one bit.

However, at least now, Hikaru can make her happy, like any child deserves to be.

Now he can be here for her in her time of need.

~the end~

hehe i hope all y’all like this!!:D this idea just randomly popped into my head so i had to do it, i love writing for these two!!🥹💕💕 (also idk if i’ve ever talked about this, but for the majority of milo’s life, she basically never talked so that’s part of why she has a bit of a stutter (esp when she’s nervous))

[onceuponastory]

forever - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: Down on her luck, Y/N decides to take on a job at a local antique shop, owned by Bucky Barnes. But little does she know, Bucky is hiding a secret. One that will change her life forever. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader  Warnings: A few mentions of death and death threats, violence, threats of violence, scarring, shooting and bruising. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Yet another Bucky AU idea I had when I was meant to be sleeping. I love this idea, obviously, considering it’s like 7k+ words, so I hope you love it too! 

Thank you to @thesundrop / @astartothemoon for my divider! Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Of course I am. I mean, my lease ended sooner than expected and now rent for my new place is a hundred bucks more expensive than it used to be, but I’m fine.”

“That’s a funny way to say your roommate kicked you out because she was getting fed up with you being a third wheel all the time.” Y/N rolls her eyes. Her best friend means well, but she can be insufferable sometimes. “I just worry about you sometimes, Y/N. Our spare room is always free if you need it.” Oh yeah, moving in with her and her fiancé after already being accused of being a third wheel. Great plan.

“No, I’ll be fine. I mean, I have money saved up to get by for now, and I’ll just find another job in the meantime.”

“But-”

“I’m fine, I promise. Gotta go, bye.” She hangs up before her best friend can say any more. Of course, she’s glad for the concern, but she just wishes that she’d understand that she’s fine. …Okay, maybe she’s not doing as well as she could be, and maybe her new place isn’t as nice as her old one, but she’s okay. She’s surviving, at least.

As Y/N walks down the street, her eyes look in each shop window, staring at the items inside. Suddenly, her eyes are drawn to a beautiful vintage chest of drawers in an antique shop. One that would look great in her new place. It’s probably too expensive for her, though. Right now, the best she can afford is a flatpack. Her eyes glance around the rest of the display, at the various trinkets and other pieces of furniture on show. She’s never seen this store before, but they have beautiful things inside. It must be new. It’s then that Y/N notices a sign displayed on the window. One that reads: “Help Wanted. Please inquire within.” Y/N raises a brow. Well, she did say she was looking for a new job. Surely it can’t hurt to just ask. 

And so, Y/N opens the door, heading inside. Immediately, she’s confronted with the scents of old books, and of pine furniture. As she walks through the store, her eyes looking over each unique item, she takes a deep breath, inhaling the scents even more. This place is a gem. Even if she doesn’t get the job, she could happily spend hours here, reading through every book on the shelves, or picturing where each piece of furniture would go in her apartment, however mismatched they would be. If only she had noticed this place before. The sound of meowing cuts through her thoughts, and Y/N turns to see a white cat perched upon a desk, its blue eyes peering over her curiously. This place just got even better. “Hey there.” She holds out her hand, and the cat sniffs her curiously, before bumping up against her palm, ready for scratches. Y/N grins, doing as the cat wants. A tag hanging from the cat’s collar reads ‘Alpine’. “What a sweet name for such a sweet kitty.” Y/N praises, and Alpine meows appreciatively in return.

“Hey there.” A voice calls, making Y/N jump. “God, sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. This place isn’t too big, but you can still find ways to sneak up on people.” Y/N turns to the source of the voice, finding herself face to face with a pair of icy blue eyes and a big smile. For a moment, she swears her heart almost stops. God, he’s gorgeous. “I see you met Alpine.” The man smiles, watching as the cat happily nuzzles up against her. “Can I help you?”

“Oh! I saw you had a help wanted sign in your window, so I wanted to ask about it. Is there a manager I can talk to?” To her surprise, though, the man simply grins.

“Um, yeah. I’m Bucky. Well, actually it’s James, but you can just call me Bucky. Bucky Barnes. I own this store.” Y/N feels her cheeks heating up as heat spreads throughout her body. Oh fuck. She was expecting someone else to be the owner, like an older man or a sweet little old lady. Definitely not someone who looks like he’s only a few years older than her. And now she’s probably just destroyed all hopes of an interview.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” But Bucky holds up a hand, waving off her worries.

“No, don’t worry about it. You’re not the first to say that.” He laughs. “And I think you definitely won’t be the last. I inherited this place from a family member, and couldn’t bear to let it go. So, here we are.” Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. Yet, she can still feel heat spreading across her cheeks. “So. How about you come through to my office, and we can have a chat?” 

“Now? I don’t have anything with me.” Bucky shrugs.

“Well, to be honest, you’re the first and only person to ask about the job, so sorry if I seem keen. But don’t worry, it’s just a chat about the things you’d be doing, and the shift pattern. You can bring your stuff over another time. It’s up to you.” Y/N thinks it over. This is certainly the most unorthodox job interview she’s ever had. Especially after a first meeting as disastrous as that. But then again, rent and bills need to be paid somehow. And of course, Bucky is really fucking hot. Surely a chat couldn’t hurt. So, Y/N nods. 

“Sure, that sounds good.” Bucky grins.

“Well then…please follow me.” He walks towards the back of the store, beckoning for her to follow him. Alpine hops down, walking alongside Y/N, her fur brushing against Y/N’s legs.

After reaching Bucky’s office, he gestures for her to take a seat across from his desk. Sinking into the plush seat, Y/N glances around the room. Pictures and posters of various locations around the world adorn the walls. Bucky definitely travels a lot. Sometimes, Y/N wishes that could be her. Travelling to far-off lands, rather than being stuck here in a shitty apartment for the rest of her life. Maybe travelling with Bucky would be nice. Alpine jumping onto her lap interrupts her thoughts, the cat nuzzling into her once more.

“She seems to like you.” Bucky laughs. “Do you have cats?”

“No, actually.” Y/N answers, scratching behind Alpine’s ears. “Maybe I should though.”

“I think so. Anyway.” Bucky clears his throat. “Shall we get started?” 

As Y/N answers every question Bucky sets, he watches her intently, his gaze fixed on her the entire time she speaks. His stare makes Y/N feel odd. Despite how cheerful he seemed when they first met, and how attractive he is, Bucky is quite intimidating. Still, there’s something more to him. Something deeper…something hidden. Something she wants to find more about.

After a while, Bucky stops the questions, grinning. “Well Y/N, I think you’d be a great fit. You have experience, and you’re willing to learn more, especially about the history of each piece.” He notes. 

“I definitely am.” she agrees, watching as Alpine adjusts herself into a more comfortable sleeping position in her lap, soft purrs emitting from her body. Bucky chuckles.

“And I think Alpine thinks so, too. She’s my cat, and she doesn’t even do that with me. Don’t tell anyone, but that means you’re basically in. Can you start on Monday? You can bring your stuff in then.” Y/N gasps. Although she’s happy to finally have a job, she definitely wasn’t expecting things to be this sudden. But then she looks up, her eyes meeting Bucky’s smile. And as soon as she does, Y/N smiles, too. Sure, it’s a little different than she’s used to, but is that really so bad?

“Yeah…that’d be perfect.” Bucky holds his hand out over the desk, and Y/N shakes it.

“Welcome aboard.”

A few weeks since Y/N started working for Bucky, both of them have been getting along perfectly. Well, at least Y/N thinks they are. It’s just that Bucky barely says more than a few sentences to her, and usually leaves her to work on her own, shutting himself away in his office for almost the entire day. Of course, she knows she can’t expect Bucky to speak to her every minute of her shift, especially not when he’s her boss…but after how well they connected at her job interview and in her first few days, the sudden no contact is surprising to her. And it hurts, because despite how much she enjoys her new job, the no contact is soiling her experience. Then again, though, she doesn’t want to pressure him, or ruin her new job when it’s barely begun. So, Y/N stays silent and doesn’t question him on it, despite how not being able to speak to Bucky is tearing her up inside.

One day, it’s pouring with rain, meaning the shop has been empty all day, aside from one woman coming in to shelter from the weather. Y/N sits at the counter, her nose buried in a book, a steaming cup of tea beside her. Alpine sits atop the counter, purring as Y/N rubs her belly. “I feel awful having you here when nobody’s in.” Bucky sighs, walking by with a box of books clutched in his hands. “Go home. I can hold the fort here.” Y/N shakes her head.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Besides, bills need to be paid.” Bucky tries to tell her to leave again, but she shakes her head. “I’m okay, honestly. I enjoy being here with you guys. It’s better than being at home.” Immediately, she feels heat spread across her cheeks once more. Yeah, way to open up to your boss. To her surprise, though, Bucky smiles.

“Oh, you do? That’s good then.” he murmurs, placing the box down on the counter. “Because I enjoy having your company, too.” Despite the heat still making its way across her cheeks, Y/N can’t help but smile at Bucky’s words. “So, how are we going to pass the time, then?” Bucky furrows his brow, clearly deep in thought.

“Why don’t we get to know each other better? Everything you know about me is through work, and I barely know anything about you.” The words leave Y/N’s mouth before she can even think about them. For a moment, a strange expression crosses Bucky’s face. One that looks like he wants to be anywhere but here. One that tells Y/N she’s overstepping. Immediately, her heart sinks and her embarrassment deepens. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry! I just thought, what better time to chat than now, when the store is empty?”

To her surprise, and immense relief, Bucky nods. “Yeah, you’re right.” He pulls over a seat, sitting opposite her. Instantly, she’s aware of how close he is to her, how she could reach out and touch every freckle dotting his face. His stupidly beautiful face. “So…what do you wanna know?” He whispers, his breath hot on her cheeks. Y/N’s heart pounds faster and faster, and suddenly, she’s confronted with an overwhelming desire to kiss him. When she does finally manage to compose herself and say something, she and Bucky start talking, and conversation flows naturally. And Y/N realises that they have more in common with each other than she expected. They get on really well too. He laughs at all her jokes, and hangs onto every word she says. 

“Can I ask you something?” Bucky nods. “Why don’t you go by James?”

“I don’t really know. Buchanan is my middle name after my grandfather, which is where people got Bucky from. I guess after being so used to people calling me that, it stuck. To be honest, sometimes I forget it’s not my name.” He chuckles. “Although…I think I prefer Bucky.”

“Well, for the record, I like the name James…but I like Bucky, too.” Y/N doesn’t notice how her words make Bucky’s cheeks flush slightly pink, or how he grins like a fool. Clearing his throat to try to hide his awkwardness, Bucky speaks.

“Anyway. I have a question now. What brought you to my store?”

“I got kicked out of my original apartment by my roommate and her boyfriend, and the rent for my new place is more expensive, so I needed a job. I found your place, Alpine convinced me to stay, and well…the rest is history.”

“Wow, so you chose my cat over me?” Bucky gasps, feigning shock. “I see how it is.”

“Can you blame me? Look at her.” Y/N laughs, giving Alpine another round of head pats. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” Bucky laughs. A warm feeling builds in Y/N’s stomach. This feels nice. Like she and Bucky are friends, rather than co-workers. Like they’ve known each other for years, rather than for a few weeks. 

“So, how about you? What’s your story Bucky?” Once more, the mood shifts almost immediately. Bucky’s smile falters, and again, Y/N is aware she’s overstepping. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, no, it’s okay. Don’t worry.” Bucky reassures her, his smile back seemingly in the blink of an eye. “It’s just that my past is really not that interesting.” He chuckles. “I’ve always been really interested in history, so when I inherited this place, I couldn’t bear to let it go. I went to some auctions, and I bought a couple of things, just to dip my toes in the water. And now, here I am.” 

“That’s not boring. That’s really sweet.” Y/N smiles, and Bucky’s smile grows even wider. Both keep talking and laughing for a while, each having such a good time they don’t even notice the clock, until… “Well. That’s the end of my shift.” 

“That time already, huh? I didn’t even notice. I guess time flies when you’re having fun.” Bucky smiles, his smile making her heart feel like it’s doing backflips. As she gives Alpine another cuddle, Y/N glances over at Bucky, silently willing him to tell her to stay, or to ask her to hang out sometime. To just say something, anything. He opens his mouth, and she braces herself for whatever’s coming her way. “Well, thanks for today. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Her heart sinks. But like she said, she can’t expect him to feel the same way about her. She just wishes it wouldn’t hurt as much.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye Alpine.” And then, Y/N’s gone. Bucky watches as the door closes behind her.

“Fuck.” He hisses, running his hands through his hair. “Why did I have to say it like that?!” A meow sounds from beside him, and he notices Alpine staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that!” Alpine cocks her head to the side, her blue eyes still focused on her owner. Bucky sighs. “I know, I know. I should’ve told her the truth. I should tell her the truth.” He throws one last glance towards the door. “I just don’t know how.”

A few days later, Y/N is busy reorganising some shelves and humming along to some music, when Bucky’s voice calls out to her: “Y/N, there’s some paperwork in my top desk drawer I need you to fill out. Can you grab it for me, please?” 

“Um, yeah, sure!” Y/N nods, opening the big door to Bucky’s office. She’s barely been in his office since her interview. In fact, it’s where Bucky spends most of his day. She’s never had a full look around in there, so has no idea what’s inside. There’s still an air of mystery there, much like her boss. When she sees Bucky’s desk, she gulps. Four drawers confront her, two on each side. Shit. And of course, Bucky didn’t tell her which side he meant. She opens the first drawer on the left, only to be confronted with a mass of papers and receipts. God, someone needs to teach him how to organise things better. As she rummages through the papers to find the stuff Bucky needs, a glint of silver catches her eye. Curiously, Y/N picks it up. She knows she shouldn’t really, but a brief look won’t hurt. It’s a pocket watch, one from the 1940s by the looks of it.

Engraved on its back are some words. “To our son, J.B.B.” The familiarity of Bucky’s initials crosses her mind. This must be a gift. And what a beautiful one it is. Y/N runs her fingers over the engraving, tracing over each letter. Something below it catches her eye. “1942.” Easy enough to see where he gets his love of history from. As she rummages through more papers, something slips out of the stack, landing on the floor.

“Fuck.” she groans, bending down to grab it. When she picks it up, however, she gasps. Bucky’s face stares back at her, his lips captured in a smirk. That’s not the problem, though. The issue is he’s dressed in an army uniform, one not from this time. Everything: the jacket, the hat, even the tie…it all looks like it’s from the forties. And it looks really realistic, just like the ones in her high school history textbooks. “What the hell?” she frowns. So why is Bucky wearing one? She turns the photo over, as if a part of her expects the image to have changed when she turns it back over. And then, she sees what’s written on the back.

“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Part of the 107th Regiment. 1942.”

Y/N’s mouth drops open. No. Surely not. There’s no way this is real, and that he was in the 107th. Bucky’s probably just in a historical reenactment society or something. Or it’s a family member who somehow bears a striking resemblance to him. Maybe his great-great-grandfather or something. Bucky can’t really be from the forties. That would mean he’s in his eighties, and he looks nothing like that. This can’t be real.

“To our son, J.B.B. 1942.” The engraving enters her mind. Can that really be a coincidence? What if it was a gift…but one given to him in the forties? Y/N lets out a noise resembling a cross between a scream and a squeak. The photo slips out of her hand again, this time landing face up on the desk. Bucky stares back at her, still grinning. Already feeling her heart thumping, Y/N dives back into the drawer, throwing things out onto the desk. More photos come out, ones with Bucky and other soldiers, and some where he’s carrying guns. Other things, too, like files, newspaper clippings, and letters. And all of them seem to be from the forties. Y/N muffles her mouth, trying to quiet the scream that threatens to break free. “Oh god. Oh shit. Oh fuck. FUCK. FUCK!”

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” She registers Bucky’s voice outside the room, but she doesn’t want to answer. If he really is from the forties, then what kind of person or thing could survive for that long?! Maybe he’s a vampire, or some kind of demonic monster. And god knows what he’ll do to her now she knows the truth. The sound of knocking fills the air, and Bucky’s voice continues. “Y/N? Let me in, please.” More furious knocking follows. Panicked, Y/N looks around, trying to find a way out. But there’s nothing. Oh god, she’s going to die. As the knocking continues, Y/N sits on the ground, trying not to cry. “Okay, I’m coming in.”

As the door opens, suddenly it all fades to black.

Sometime later, Y/N slowly starts to wake up. When she opens her eyes, she sees Alpine staring up at her, her big eyes filled with worry. She brushes up against Y/N, meowing softly as she nuzzles into her. 

“Hey sweetie.” Y/N murmurs. “W-Where am I?” Her hands brush up against something else that’s soft, and she realises she’s on the couch in Bucky’s office, a blanket covering her. “How did-”

“Oh, thank god.” a familiar voice gasps. Bucky. A teacup is thrust into her hands, the liquid inside almost spilling out. Warily, she peers down at it, unwilling to trust Bucky after what she saw. Yet, her wariness around Bucky causes a pang in her heart. After spending so long getting to know him and wanting to take it further, suddenly having that taken away is a horrible feeling. Although…maybe the fact he didn’t kill her while she was out cold is a good sign. “It’s alright Y/N. It’s chamomile tea. To help you relax after you passed out.” Bucky soothes. “You got quite a fright, didn’t you? Scared me half to death, too.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“You have a lot of explaining to do. And I want the truth, not just some bullshit excuse. I saw you in a fucking World War Two uniform, Bucky! A-And you were carrying guns and things from that time too!” Bucky’s face falls, his gaze flickering down, away from her.

“You’re right, I do. And I promise, I will tell you the truth. It’s the least I can do.” However, before Bucky can even begin to explain, the door opens, and another figure enters. The man looks to be about the same age as Bucky… or, at least, whatever age Bucky seems to be. He glances over at Y/N, raising an eyebrow. Bucky sighs.

“Y/N, this is Steve. I called him because he’s…like me.” Frowning, Y/N glances between the pair.

“I still don’t know why we have to tell her.” Steve murmurs, and Bucky huffs.

“Because she deserves the truth.” Bucky turns back to her. His blue eyes are full of guilt, and Y/N even swears she can see tears. “I at least owe her that.” He murmurs. After taking a breath, he begins to explain. “Steve and I were both born decades ago, me in 1917, and Steve in 1920. We actually grew up together as best friends, and even fought in World War Two together. Those are the pictures you found.” Y/N’s head swims with thoughts. This is what she thought the case might be…but having it actually confirmed is fucking insane. “While we were there, we both got shot at. Shots that should’ve killed us.” Bucky lifts his shirt, exposing a huge scar on his abdomen. It’s so big, Y/N’s eyes widen. “But for some reason, we didn’t die. And in the years leading up to this moment, we still haven’t. We just stayed the same age as we were when we got shot.”

“Are you immortal?” Bucky shrugs.

“We don’t know. We never really tried to find out. Not that we could, really.” He answers, and a laugh escapes Y/N’s mouth. At the sound of her laugh, Bucky smiles. And something in Y/N’s stomach flutters. “After that, we were in high demand. The two soldiers who couldn’t die…imagine the things we could see, or infiltrate, and still make it back to tell people what we saw!”

“Bucky, I really don’t think it’s appropriate to tell her this.” Steve tuts. “You know exactly the sort of people and things we’ve dealt with over the years.”

“Things I don’t deal with anymore.” Bucky corrects him.

“Still! Do you have any idea how much danger she could put us in? What if she tells someone what she saw? Or what we know?” 

“Danger? Oh, please Steve.” Bucky scoffs. “She’s my employee, not a monster. And I don’t want you scaring her even more than she already is.” 

“Bucky, I seriously-”

“That’s enough.” Bucky snaps, the sudden anger in his voice surprising Y/N a little. “Y/N deserves the truth, the entire truth, that includes everything I’ve done over the years. If that’s an issue for you, I suggest you go. Or if you want to stay, you stay quiet.” His voice rises in volume, telling Steve one thing: don’t mess with Y/N. She’s never seen or heard Bucky so angry or protective before, especially not over her. Her heart rate rises. However, it’s not in fear this time. It’s because Bucky cares about her enough to go against his best friend, even just to tell her the truth. Maybe he’s not dangerous after all. Steve gives him another disapproving look, folding his arms too. Yet, he stays. “Anyway. We both worked as spies for the government from that moment onwards, all off the record, of course. We did a lot of good together, right Steve? Stopped some wars, solved some cases….”

“Yeah, we did.” A flicker of a smile crosses Steve’s lips.

“But we pissed off a lot of people, too. A lot of dangerous people. And although their threats of death obviously didn’t scare us that much, after so long spent being undercover and feeling unsafe, I became disillusioned with it all. So, I left, and Steve stayed. I was always interested in history, obviously, and with everything I’ve done and collected over the years, opening a place like this seemed like the most obvious thing to do. And well…now here you are.” He smiles. “Y/N, just know I’d never, ever want to do anything to hurt you or to scare you. All I want is to keep you safe. I know this is an enormous shock for you, but please take off as much time as you need to deal with this. A week, a month, fuck, even a year.” 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Bucky ignores Steve, walking over to his desk and taking out a cheque book. 

“And if you never want to come back…I’ll understand.” He sounds disheartened at that, as if he doesn’t want to let her go. And Y/N even feels a twinge in her heart at the thought of even leaving Bucky and Alpine. Though, Bucky’s right. She’ll need some time. “I’ll give you some money to help keep you afloat for a while.” He informs her, writing something down and then passing a cheque over. The feeling of Bucky’s skin against hers, his inner warmth as he presses the cheque into her hand, makes her stomach do that fluttery thing again. It feels comforting, in a way. It feels nice.

When she sees how much he’s giving her, her eyes widen. This is enough to pay her rent for almost an entire year. “Bucky, I can’t take this. I-It’s too much.”

“No, I insist.” Bucky smiles. Noticing Y/N’s unwillingness, he sighs sadly. “Please. I’ve done enough to you, and I should’ve told you the truth from the beginning. Just let me take care of you…it’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you.” She manages a small smile. “Can I go home now, please? It’s been a long day.” 

“Of course, if that’s what you want.” Bucky nods, cutting in before Steve says anything. “Can I at least walk you out?” Y/N nods, and they both leave the room together. As they walk towards the door, Bucky stays a few steps behind, keeping his distance so Y/N is comfortable. The gesture, while small, is appreciated by Y/N. Although she still needs time to deal with this and think things over, it’s nice to know that Bucky still cares about her that much. When they reach the door, Bucky holds it open for her. “Will you be alright getting home? Steve and I can walk with you if you need us.”

“Yeah, I should be fine. Thanks again for this.” She holds up the cheque, and he nods.

“No problem. I um…I hope to se- I hope you’re alright.” Bucky corrects himself, and another pang hits Y/N’s chest. And although she knows she’s going to take some time off…she realises she doesn’t want to go. At least, not forever. “Stay safe, okay?” He asks, and she nods. “If you need anything at all, just come and ask.” For a second, it’s as if Bucky wants to say something more, almost as if he wants to tell her to stop, to stay. And Y/N finds herself wanting him to tell her that. Bucky leans in close, so close Y/N can feel his breath on her skin. “Goodbye Y/N.”

“Bye Bucky.” And then she steps out into the chilly evening air.

Since Y/N found out the truth about Bucky and Steve, they’ve all that’s been on her mind. Well, Bucky has. Although his admission still confuses her, and the mention of the dangers he and Steve have and still encounter scares her, Y/N had such a good time working with Bucky and Alpine that the thought of leaving them for good is her worst nightmare. And surely there’s worse bosses than an immortal. She misses Bucky so much. His smile, his laugh…everything about him. Although she’s unsure of where what happened leaves her and their friendship, his desire to care for her and keep her safe overrides any confusion she has. 

So, only a week after she found out the truth, Y/N goes back to the shop. It’s been raining all day again, so she knows that it will be empty. Once she’s back inside, she takes a deep breath, inhaling the smell of old books and other antiques, the smell she knows so well. It smells like home.

“Just a second!” Bucky’s voice calls from the back, and she smiles. Fuck, she missed that voice. The sound of paws against the wooden floor follows, and Alpine soon appears, immediately brushing up against her ankles. 

“Hey sweetheart! It’s so good to see you again.” Y/N smiles, stroking under her chin as a melody of purring begins. 

“Now, how can I- Y/N?” Bucky gasps as soon as he sees her, his eyes widening.

“Hey Bucky.”

“You’re back!” Despite his happiness though, there’s still a tone of disbelief there, like Bucky truthfully didn’t expect her to come back. Like if he shuts his eyes for too long, it’ll all be a dream and she’ll be gone when he opens them again. “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting you, let alone so soon after everything happened. Is there something I can help you with? Were you thinking of leaving this job?”

“No! No, god, no. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’d love to come back here and work.” Bucky’s eyes grow even bigger, and Y/N giggles. It’s strange how someone who’s been alive for over a century still acts like a blushing schoolboy around her.

“Well, we’re closing in a few minutes, so why don’t you come through into my office again and we can just…talk?”

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Leaning back onto the leather of Bucky’s couch, Y/N sighs happily. Alpine stays at her feet, her tail brushing against her legs. Bucky takes a seat at his desk. He looks over at her warily, as if he’s still scared of breaking her. One wrong move, and he’d lose her forever.

“Bucky, you can sit closer if you want to. I’m not scared of you.” 

“A-Are you sure?” He stammers, and Y/N nods. Bucky gets up, plopping beside her on the couch. Yet, he still sits a little bit away from her, obviously too scared to get close. Although, his proximity to her after so long makes Y/N’s heart rate rise all over again.

“So….” Bucky begins, obviously still awkward about everything. “Is there anything you want to ask me? Ask anything you want. Nothing is off limits.”

“What are the favourite things and places you’ve seen?” Bucky is a little taken aback by her question, obviously expecting something deeper about his life. Yet, he still furrows his brow, thinking over it. As he does, Y/N watches him. Clearly, he’s seen a lot in his long life. Things Y/N can only dream of seeing.

“Well, there’s a lot. Seeing NASA finally take us to the moon, that was incredible. And obviously seeing the new millennium. Bit of a strange one though, especially still looking like this.” He gestures to his face, and Y/N giggles.

“No, you look good for your age!” Bucky raises a brow, smirking. 

“Oh, do I?” Y/N stammers, heat spreading throughout her body once more. 

“Well, I mean, I didn’t even know how old you really are until you told me! It’s really not obvious! …Okay, maybe I need to just stop talking.” She sighs, and Bucky laughs, a happy, loud laugh. One that makes Y/N grin, too. 

“No! Please don’t. I appreciate it.” Bucky smiles. He keeps his gaze focused on her, his steel-blue eyes boring into her. And her stomach does that weird fluttering thing again. For a moment, Bucky's eyes flicker down to her lips, and Y/N almost leans in closer. “So, where was I?” Bucky asks, interrupting her thoughts about how much she wants to kiss him. “Actually, one time Steve and I were on a mission in Norway, and we saw the Northern Lights. They’re so beautiful.”

“You did?!” Y/N gasps, and Bucky nods. “God, I’d love to see those.”

“Well, one day I’ll take you.”

“Bucky, you don’t have to do that. I can save up.”

“No, don’t be silly. I’d love to take you. Besides, they say you should go with someone special. Not that Steve isn’t special, it’s just….” Bucky’s words fade into static as Y/N realises what he just said. He thinks she’s special. The heat on her cheeks deepens, and she has to bite her tongue to stop an excited squeal from escaping. Seeing her expression, Bucky chuckles. 

“You know Y/N, sitting here with you still feels weird. I mean, the reason why I didn’t try to get close to you was because I was scared you’d be in danger if I did. The more I saw you though, the more I regretted it, especially when you found out the truth. When you left, I thought I’d never see you again. I felt awful. But I’m so glad you came back.” He murmurs, shifting ever so slightly closer.

“You are?” She asks, and he nods. 

“Like I said, I’d hate for anything bad to happen to you, Y/N. When you were gone, I realised how important and special you are. You mean a lot to me, not just as an employee, and I don’t want to lose you.” 

“Well, I’d hate to lose you too.” She replies, and Bucky smiles. He cups her cheek in his hand, smiling softly.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. “I’m so glad you came into my shop.” Y/N’s stomach flutters go into overdrive, as does her heart rate. “Can I?” Y/N nods, already knowing what he means. Slowly, Bucky leans in, tilting his head at just the right angle. Y/N’s head moves to meet it. When her and Bucky’s lips touch, they spring forward, wrapping their arms around one another. Bucky intensifies the kiss, his hands going into her hair as hers go around his waist. 

When they finally pull apart, the pair are breathless and giddy. “Wow. I haven’t kissed like that in a long time.” Bucky blushes. “But you knock them all out of the water, Y/N.” He takes her hand, squeezing it tightly and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Thank you for giving me a second chance.” He whispers.

In the weeks following their kiss, Y/N and Bucky’s relationship is still going strong. The shop has become Y/N’s second home, and before and after almost every shift, she can be found relaxing in Bucky’s office, with Alpine either at her feet or curled up on her lap. 

One night, Bucky has to step out to pick up something, meaning Y/N and Alpine are alone in the store. It’s not unusual, and definitely not the first time it’s happened. This time though, something doesn’t feel right. And it’s a feeling Y/N definitely can’t shake, despite her constant reassurance that everything is okay. That is, however, until she hears the door to the shop open. Bucky’s back early. As she walks towards the office door, she hears a voice in the shop. One that definitely doesn't belong to Bucky or Steve. Quickly, Y/N grabs Alpine, ducking under Bucky’s desk. Grabbing her phone, she sends Bucky a text, telling him what’s going on. 

From then, it’s just a waiting game. Y/N holds Alpine close, trying to regulate her breathing. She knows she has to stay silent in order to stay safe, but she’s fucking terrified, and close to tears. Maybe the people Bucky and Steve were so worried about have finally come for her. Shaking, Y/N closes her eyes, hoping when she opens them, this nightmare will be over. “Please go away, please go away.” She whispers, hoping somehow it works. Suddenly, the door to the office opens, and the same voice sounds:

“If there’s anything, it’d be in here.” Y/N bites her tongue, willing both her and Alpine to stay silent. Heavy footsteps sound, getting louder and louder the closer they get to her hiding place.

“Well…what do we have here?” Suddenly, a hand grabs her wrist, pulling her up roughly. Alpine hisses, her back arching as she warns the intruder not to touch Y/N again. However, the man pays her no attention. “Aren’t you pretty? You must be Bucky’s girlfriend.” He smirks.

“Look, whatever you want, I don’t know where it is. Just let me go!” She begs.

“No, doll, I don’t think I will. I came here looking for something special…but I think I’ll take you instead.” He leans in closer, the smell of his breath making her retch. “My name’s Brock. What’s yours?”

“Fuck you.” Brock rolls his eyes, scoffing. 

“Oh, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you? Lucky for me, that’s just how I like them.” He smirks, her stomach churning. “Now, are you going to tell me where your boyfriend keeps his money and treasures, or do I need to beat it out of you?” Y/N tries to fight back, but Brock’s tight grasp on her means she can’t do much damage. “I guess you chose the second option, then.”

As he raises his fist, Alpine jumps out, biting Brock on the ankles. He yells out in pain, briefly letting go of Y/N’s wrist. Taking the chance, Y/N lashes out, smacking Brock against the side of his head. “Get the fuck away from me!” she orders, grabbing Alpine and making a break for the door. She registers him threatening her again, but before he can grab her, she runs right into something firm. Bucky’s chest. 

“Good to see you again, Buck. Nice girl you got there.” Brock smirks. Bucky’s face hardens, pure rage displayed on his face. He wraps his arm around Y/N protectively.

“It’s me you want, not her. I suggest you leave her alone.” He warns, his voice low. When Y/N said Bucky confronting Steve was the angriest she’d ever seen him, she was wrong. That was nothing compared to the look on his face now.

“Or what?” Brock scoffs. “I’m not leaving empty-handed.” Bucky’s grip on Y/N tightens.

“You can take as much money as you want, but you stay the fuck away from my girlfriend and my cat.” He hisses. Despite the fear coursing through her veins, being called his girlfriend grants a moment of peace and happiness for Y/N. “Go.” Bucky whispers to her.

“But what about you? I don’t want him to hurt you.” 

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve dealt with worse than Brock Rumlow.” Bucky promises, giving her another squeeze. “Now go.” Before she can protest anymore, Bucky gently pushes her and Alpine out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Y/N tries to get back in, but the door is locked. All she can do is stand and listen to the fighting inside, and hope that Bucky is okay. 

Warily, Y/N backs away from the door, just in case Brock comes looking for her. She ducks behind the counter, holding Alpine close. Alpine looks up at her, her blue eyes full of worry.

“I know sweetheart.” Y/N soothes. “But I’m sure your daddy is going to be okay. At least…I hope so.” Even though he can’t die, she’s still terrified of losing him. The minutes tick by, feeling like hours. Y/N and Alpine sit together, both worried about the man they love. After what feels like an eternity, the door opens, and Y/N’s fear rises. “Who the hell is it? Is Bucky okay?”

But then Bucky’s voice speaks. “Y/N? Are you here?” Immediately, she runs out of her hiding place, closely followed by Alpine. She collapses into Bucky’s arms, beginning to cry as soon as she registers his arms around her, and can feel his heartbeat once more. 

“It’s okay. It’s over.” He whispers, clutching her tightly. When Y/N looks up, she sees a red mark on his cheek, meaning a bruise is forming, as well as a few other scratches. 

“Oh my god, your cheek! Do you have ice or something to hold against it?”

“You should see the other guy.” Bucky teases as Y/N continues to check him over for injuries. “Seriously Y/N, I’m okay. This is nothing compared to other things I’ve been through.”

“Still! I’d rather have you with no injuries.” She replies, wetting a cloth with some of her water and pressing it against Bucky’s cheek despite his protests. “It’s not much, but I hope it works.” Bucky sighs, his face falling.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t deserve someone like you.” He murmurs, and Y/N raises a brow. “I should’ve been here to protect you, t-to keep you safe. This shouldn’t have happened. Brock may just be a small-time thief, but what happens if someone else tries to hurt you? Someone more dangerous?” 

“Let’s not think about that right now. Whatever happens, we’ll be ready for it. And besides, you did protect us.” She tells him, pressing a kiss to his uninjured cheek. “You saved us both and made sure we were safe. I love you so much.” Her words make Bucky’s smile grow, turning into a grin.

“I love you too.” He presses a kiss to her lips, one full of love and protection. 

“I do have to ask though, what’s going to happen to Brock?” To her surprise, Bucky shrugs. 

“Well, he came in to steal something, so that’s all we have to say to the police. Nothing more, nothing less. And I’ll make sure he goes away for as long as he deserves.” Bucky promises, chuckling slightly. He looks over her, smiling gratefully. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I couldn’t live with myself if something bad were to happen.” He kisses her cheek, his stubble lightly grazing her skin.

The pair stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace as Alpine brushes against them both, her tail curling around their legs. 

“Bucky? What’s going to happen to us? I mean, you’re immortal, and I’m…not, as far as I know.” He smiles, gently cupping her cheek again.

“Like you said. Whatever happens, we’ll be ready for it and take it one day at a time.” He promises, kissing her forehead. “But I’d like to be by your side for as long as I can.”

“Forever?” He nods.

“Forever.”

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I always wonder how Beetlejuice would react to someone who looks very sweet and soft but is actually really hardcore. Like death metal, rage room, loves extremely gorey and disturbing media, constantly wanting someone to pick a fight with them so they could pummel them kinda hardcore.

It would be funny if they scared Beetlejuice a bit more than beetlejuice would scare them haha

Here's some drabbles just to get this idea out of my head lol I'm no writer so aa yeah DJSBJZ idk if I captured his Beetlejuice-ness enough ee

No pronouns used but a little (and I mean very little) nsft bc it's beetlejuice lol

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"Hey babes! Ya miss-?" He'd ask as he suddenly appears in their room, loud gutteral screaming stopping him in his tracks for a split second before he basks in it. His breather is glued to the TV as he sways over to their side on the couch. Bloody cries and begs fill the silence between them.

Beetlejuice looks between the TV and his sweet breather, dressed in hello kitty pajamas with a stuffed animal under their arm. Kitten socks on their feet and a bunny hair band holding their hair from the puppy print face mask they have on. Such a stark contrast from the bloody murder playing on the TV. He chuckled to himself as he sat back and continued watching with them, laughing occasionally.

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"I'm going out, Beej. Please behave." You absentmindedly say as you grabbed your keys, heading for the door.

"Where'ya goin? Can I come?" Beetlejuice would say hopefully as he shot up from his place on the couch. You were wearing sweats with one leg covered in cutesy anime Chibis and some logo for the anime you were currently obsessed with and a tank top that read 'BE KIND' In bright letters with stars and smily faces surrounding it (If you have long hair it'll be tied up) you weren't dressed up fancy so he didn't have a clue where you'd be going. It was your day off and he couldn't recall any plans that didn't include suffocating you with his 'love'.

"I'm going to a rage room, helps me decompress." You said with a chuckle, wanting to see how he'd react since you knew he didn't think you had a violent bone in your body. You'd shoo out any bugs that got inside, choosing to let the spiders you'd see around your place be as they helped with other bugs, you weren't overly confrontational either and he'd only ever see you cry when you were really mad. He looked at you from across the room confused but intrigued.

"Rage room? Is that some breather code for orgy?" Beetlejuice sat up on his knees from his previous sitting position, looking dopey and cocky as per usual.

"If you wanted one babes all you had to do was-"

"No! That's not what that means!" You cut him off with a laugh, you always appreciated the demons enthusiasm and humor.

"Its a room where you break stuff! Hence 'rage' room." You explained as you put on your shoes. If he wasn't already interested in joining you, he sure as sugar was now. He'd never seen you take your anger out on anyone or anything for that matter. You tended to cry it out, take a moment and sometimes you'd yell a bit while venting to him but usually he was the one who broke things so he was definitely going to tag along for the ride.

"you can come, but I don't go easy on the stuff in there. Also if appreciate it if you didn't distract me. It's the only time I can take my pent up rage out and have zero consequences." You laugh as you pick up your bright bag with some first aid, water bottles and your wallet and things for your phone Incase you were there for longer than you planned.

Cut to you demolishing every piece of furniture in the room, the safety suit hiding the rage and fire behind your eyes as you yelled out and screamed all the things you'd wish you could say to the people that come in and out of your life. Beetlejuice watching in fascination and a little bit of 'im going to screw their brains out when we get home'

He loved this side of his sweet and cuddly breather.

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You were listening to your usual music when beetlejuice decided now would be the perfect time to yank your headphones from your head and see what kind of cutesy music you were listening to as you went about your day. Safe to say his hears almost bled with the volume of the music, looking at you as if you were an imposter.

"Who are you?? Where's my precious breather??" He'd cry out as he took whatever you were working on from you and held it protectively.

"Beej, stop playing around I want to finish that!" You'd laugh out, only making him back away from you further.

"No! You're not allowed to touch (Y/N's) things!" He'd hiss as he playfully ran around your shared space. He only let up when you managed to bribe him with a few kisses.

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I'm not a writer so djsbjxhs sorry if this is bad LOLOL I read lots of fan fics tho (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ this was pretty fun to do instead of working out tho haha