#if not you can send your question in again and I’ll re-answer ^^

[starsetven]

(might have already sent this, sorry I have a bad memory sometimes) How would they (mostly the two silly ‘little’ yans) react to an MC who is very physically affectionate? In the way that they’ll ask people how comfortable they are with being touched and based on what they say will casually hold hands/hug/gently touch them all the time (gives those ‘I feel so safe and loved, I'm going to start to cry’ hugs T0T) <3

Vic

Vic would feel elated!

The second you expressed you’re a physically affectionate person, Vic wouldn’t hold back his own affectionate gestures.

Knowing you’re an extremely affectionate person would bring out Vic’s own affectionate side, so he’d constantly find ways to hold you, trailing his hands up and down your side, as he keeps you close to him. There wouldn’t be a moment where he wasn’t touching you. Somehow, someway, that man would slink his arms around your body to keep you close to his.

He’d be less anxious to be affectionate with you, constantly seeking your touch without hesitation.

He’d be overjoyed that you were so affectionate!! So long as he was the only one you were this affectionate with..! :)

More under the cut

Avery

Avery would feel conflicted.

Avery is typically an affectionate person themselves, but he sometimes feels overwhelmed by prolonged physical contact.

But god did they love it when you touched them. Despite being overstimulated from time to time, they never grew weary from your touch. They felt energized after you hugged them, wanting nothing more than to feel your embrace again.

He tries to play it cool, not wanting to read too far into your physical affection. They’re just happy to have you as a friend! He doesn’t wanna ruin your friendship!

But anytime your fingers brushed over his, he couldn’t help but harbor selfish desires.

Tyler

He’d be a little scared- unsure of how to navigate a relationship with you.

You’d definitely have to give him adequate warnings and ask him for permission, otherwise he’s headed for the hills /hj

Tyler genuinely enjoys affection, he just needs mental preparation before cuddling or hand holding.

His nervous system is so unregulated that touch can be physically painful :(

So just give him time, and he’ll happily accept your affection.

Link

Is he dreaming? He must be. God if he is, he never wants to wake up.

Link is on cloud nine. He could never imagine his life to be more fulfilling. Every time you hugged him, his heart would skip a beat. He couldn’t help but breathe in your scent anytime you cling to his body. He hugs you tightly, holding you as long as you hold him.

He’d cup your face into his oversized hands upon greeting, making sure to leave an ever so soft kiss to your temple. His lips would always linger as he pressed gentle kisses into your skin.

Link would match your energy, reveling in the attention you gave him.

Seeing you affectionate with others stirred deep feelings he couldn’t quite comprehend. Anytime you’re with someone else, he’ll intervene-

Long arms snake around your shoulders, and for a moment he holds you close to his chest. He can’t help himself, he can’t stand to see someone undeserving receive your loving touch.

[honeyhotteoks]

this night together - chapter fourteen (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter fourteen: what we mean to each other

chapter summary: making amends is hard, moving on is hard, but you have a home now in a way you've never had before. together, you move forward through it all.

warnings/notes: this chapter still deals with the aftermath of the attack, so all previous warnings apply, but i think you'll see we're coming out of it now and into much happier times. this is the start of an absolute fluff fest, and we'll be back to smut in the next chapter. specific warnings for: discussions of physical attack, anxiety, ptsd, consent conversations, past s*xual assault (mentioned in passing), issues with police and the legal system because lbr the cops aren't doing anything good for assault victims, and reader has a triggering moment with her neck but she works through it just fine

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 14.3k

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It’s been days. Days of staying safe behind the walls of their apartment, days of dodging calls from your friends, days of cocooned self preservation. They haven’t left you for a single minute. You spent the weekend trading off who’s lap you were cuddled on and bickering over episodes of Single’s Inferno and you’ve never needed anything more. 

Slowly though, things start to shift. 

You’re showered, for one. And Yunho and Mingi both have settled back into their routines as best they can without leaving the apartment. Video games, mindless scrolling, paging through books and cooking balanced meals instead of another day of takeout. 

On Monday, Seonghwa confirms your worst suspicions by texting you a photo of the formal letter he received via Minseok’s attorney. You expect Yunho and Mingi’s are in the mail. Every time your phone chimes you expect it to be the police or some other official legal summons. Your mind has started to turn over every detail of the event with calculated detail, and your internet history stretches long with research. 

By Tuesday, you’ve caved and finally started answering Wooyoung’s texts with more than just single word responses or emoji confirmations that you’re still alive. The moment you do, he takes the opening and runs with it just like you knew he would. 

As you wait for the hot water for your tea to boil in the kettle, you re-read his most recent text again. 

Do you want to get out of the house for a bit? We can try that new spot by the bookstore?

Your stomach feels tight at the idea of going out and you do your best to tap out a reply that you think sounds casual and relaxed - Maybe next time, let’s just catch up and relax here? 

You watch the message send and deliver and in nearly real-time it flicks over to read. Dots appear as he types. 

Sure - his message reads - I’ll be there in an hour

An hour. You shouldn’t be so nervous to see your best friend, but the idea of opening up your little sanctuary to anyone right now feels a little fraught. The kettle whistles, and you hear feet shuffling against the vinyl flooring as Yunho crosses over into the kitchen and you lock your phone and Wooyoung’s messages away so you can focus. 

“Hey,” You murmur, giving him a smile as you pull the kettle off the heat. 

“Hey,” Yunho smiles back, leaning against the opposite counter, “everything okay?” 

“Mhm,” You tell him, just a little white lie. 

“Is Woo still coming by?” He questions.  

“Yeah,” You nod, setting the kettle on a pad so it doesn’t damage the countertop, “he said around an hour,” 

Yunho nods and then slides a bit closer to you, his hand stroking up and down your back once until he settles it on your hip. “Hey,” he says again, “can we talk?”

A nervous pang strikes in your gut, but he doesn’t look upset, so you take a guess at what he wants, “Is it okay that he’s coming?” 

“Wooyoung?” His brows draw together, “Of course, that’s not what I meant,” 

“Oh,” You turn towards him more fully, leaning against the counter with him, “okay, what’s up?” 

“I want to apologize,” He says, swallowing tightly. 

“Apologize,” You blink. 

He nods. 

“Okay,” You can see how whatever he’s about to say is bothering him, the stress under the surface, but you have no idea what he’s sorry for. 

“Listen,” He reaches and takes your hand, pulling you a little closer to him, “I know you know I’m sorry, but I haven’t said it clearly and you deserve that,” 

“Oh,” You relax further into his space until you can feel your bodies brushing together, the warmth radiating off his skin. 

“The way I reacted at the studio after your last heat was wrong,” He says in a rush of air as he laces your hands together, “and I haven’t gotten the chance to really say that,” 

“It’s okay,” You shake your head, soothing him a little, “you don’t have to,” 

“No,” He insists with a squeeze of your fingers, “I do. That day, I was worried and jealous and confused, but I let my anger get the better of me and that’s not something I normally do.”

You squeeze his fingers back, letting him know you’re listening. 

His eyes flick up from your joined hands to your eyes as he continues, “It’s not something I should have ever put on you or something you should ever see,” 

“People get angry,” You start to say. 

He’s firm when he shakes his head, “People get angry, but I don’t get angry at you. Ever.” 

“Yunho,” 

“I yelled at you,” He squeezes your hands, “I cursed at you,” 

“I did the same thing right back,” You remind him. 

“It’s not the same,” He presses, brushing right past your words, “and I’m apologizing because I’m telling you, y/n, it will never happen again.” 

“You think we’ll never have a fight?” You smile, “That’s optimistic,” 

“This isn’t a joke,” He sighs, “please,” 

“I’m sorry,” You tuck closer to him, unlacing your hands so you can snake your arms around his middle, “and I appreciate you apologizing for that fight, but I was upset you were being possessive and emotional after all the cold shoulder, you yelling wasn’t really high on my list of concerns,” 

He’s quiet for a moment, but then he nods, “I’ll get to that in a second, but will you hear me on this one thing?” 

“I’m listening,” 

“I hate to bring it up again,” He grimaces a little, “but I’ve just spent four days watching you jump at every noise around the apartment and wake up every night fucking terrified,” 

Your eyes shoot down. 

“And before I apologize for all the other ways I’ve been an ass to you,” His warm hands settle on your skin, thumb brushing along your jaw, “of which I know there are many,” 

You smile at that. 

“Yelling at you like that,” He sighs, “talking to you like that has been bothering me for months. I need to apologize for it because I need you to know that you’ll never, ever hear it again. Mingi said his peace, but it’s important to me that you know you’re safe with me in every way. If we’re going to do this, I need you to know you can tell me anything, including telling me off when I make mistakes, and I won’t get angry like that again.” 

“I already know that,” You look up, meeting his firm gaze and reaching for his cheek, “and I hope you understand that I know the difference between how you were angry then and what he did and how he spoke to me.” 

“I just had to say it,” He nods, “I would hate it if anything I ever did made you afraid to be honest with me, or made you feel like you’ve been feeling the past few days, I’d never,” 

“Baby,” You cup his cheeks in both hands, holding his eyes so he hears you fully, “I forgive you, and I am not afraid or uncomfortable with you or with Mingi. Not at all.” 

“Good,” He exhales hard, his eyes a little shiny and you press forward to wrap your arms around him and hug him close, his arms closing around your back. 

“If you’re being idiots,” You kiss his chest through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, “I’ll tell you you’re being idiots,” 

He laughs low, the vibration running through your chest, “Good.” 

“And if I’m being an idiot,” You add, “I’m not going to freak out if you get pissed at me or yell at me,” 

“I appreciate that,” He squeezes your shoulders, “but I don’t want to be the guy that yells, that’s not really an alpha stereotype I’ve ever wanted to fit.” 

“Okay,” You nod against him. 

He clears his throat a little roughly and you’re about to pull away but he holds you steady for a moment, “There’s one more thing,” 

Your hand strokes a line down his back, as you hum softly, “Hmm?” 

“I have more to say and to apologize for,” You can feel his heart beating a little faster under your cheek and you stroke his back again, “but I’m still figuring out how to do that, and it might not be fair of me to ask, but I wanted to see if you can be patient with me for that.” 

“Yunho,” You murmur, “what’s going on?” 

“I, uh,” His fingers flex tightly against your skin, “I started seeing someone,”

“Someone?”

“Professionally,” He adds, “Mingi used to and I know it helped. I didn’t think I needed to, but I think we can both agree I am not the best at managing my own emotions here,” 

“Oh,” 

“So,” He breathes, “after our fight, when I finally cooled off and realized what we did I asked him for a referral. I’ve been meeting with her once a week and it’s been helpful, but I’m not ready to apologize to you for the rest of it until I understand why I treated you like that,” 

Emotion fills your chest like a balloon and you nod into him, “Yunho,” 

He clears his throat again, “Sorry,” he says, “this is a little uncomfortable for me to talk about, but I’m working on it,” 

You wriggle out of his arms to find his face again and press up on your tiptoes to catch his mouth, kissing him with as much surety as you can before you lean back, “That means everything to me,” you tell him, “everything. You have all the time in the world from me, okay?” 

“Yeah,” He smiles, “good, okay,” 

“Is it helping?” 

“Definitely,” He nods, “it’s almost like the professionals know what they’re talking about,” 

You smile up at him. 

“I know I mentioned it before,” He adds quickly, “and I won’t press it, but if you do feel like it would be helpful for you too, you can come to me and I can ask my therapist for some numbers for you to call. I’ll even help set up an appointment if you need that,” 

Your chest goes tight at the thought, “I’ll let you know,” 

“Okay,” He smooths a hand up and down your back, “no pressure,” 

“For sure,” You manage. 

His lip quirks up and he presses a long kiss to your forehead as he gives you one more squeeze, “I said I won’t press, don’t panic,” 

“Sorry,” You breathe. 

He makes a noise dismissing that and then steps back, “So,” his eyes are bright again, everything equalizing back to normal with his smile, “you were making tea, can I help?” 

Your shoulders relax, tension bleeding out of you in an instant, “No,” you turn back to the warm kettle, “but can I make you a cup?” 

“Sure,” He pulls two teacups down from the cupboard, “so Woo will be here in an hour?” 

“Mhm,” You tap your phone to light up the screen to check for any other texts.

“Got it,” He nods, “would you feel alright with Mingi and I stepping out for a while?” 

“Out?” 

“I need to run by the studio and check in on things,” He explains, “and we need to get some food in here. I figured we could do that while Wooyoung keeps you company,” 

“Yeah,” Your heart picks up a little at the thought, but you press that feeling down and drop a teabag in each of your cups, “I’ll be just fine,” 

“Good,” He drops another kiss to your hair, keeping his fingers lingering on your skin while you pour hot water into your cups. 

“Do you,” You almost stop the question, but you find the words bubbling out of your mouth before you can second guess, “do you need to leave right away?” 

Yunho smiles wide, taking the kettle from your hands as he shakes his head, “No,”

Your heart eases a little. 

“Let’s have these together,” He nods to the tea and picks up both cups, “we’ll go when Woo gets here,” 

You follow him out into the living room, and he sets the cups down on the table before settling himself into the corner cushions and reaching up for you. It’s easy to take his hand and to melt into the familiar position on his lap, and you let him draw you in close and cuddle you, his arms wrapped securely around you as he nuzzles your cheek with his nose. 

You sigh, resting your hands on his chest and turning your face a little to catch his mouth in a kiss. 

He hums pleasantly against your mouth, “Is it strange to say that I’ll miss you while we’re out?” 

You smile, shaking your head, “No,” 

“Will you miss us?” He pecks your lips again. 

“More than I want to admit,” 

“You know,” Yunho smooths his hands over your body to rest in their familiar homes, one on your thigh and the other curled around your waist, “I hate what happened, and I wish I could take all the bad memories away, but I’m also so glad you’re here with us,” 

“I know what you mean,” You nod. 

“The months we spent apart were terrible,” He confesses, kissing you softly. 

“We’ll have to make up for lost time,” You agree quietly. 

“A proper date,” He smiles, “or a vacation somewhere warm?” 

“Mm,” You hum, thinking of being stretched out on a beach somewhere with your boys on either side of you, “perfect,”

“I’ll think on that,” He runs a hand down your hair and relaxes back into the couch, “you deserve something nice,” 

Twisting on his lap you reach for both of your teacups before settling back into the same, comfortable position, “I think it would just be nice to come over here without having something traumatic happen beforehand,” 

He frowns a little. 

“I’m kidding,” You nudge him softly, “kind of,” 

“I know,” He nods, “still,” 

“Yeah,” You quietly agree, taking the first sip of your tea. 

Yunho takes a sip too, and then hums a short, quick laugh, “This smells like you,” 

“Like me?” 

“The tea,” He takes another sip and nods, “you smell just the same, but sweeter,” 

“Do you like it?” You find yourself asking. 

Yunho’s head cocks slightly to the side, a line between his brows, and then he says, “Have I not made it clear how much I love your scent?” 

Your cheeks heat and he smiles at the way your skin reddens. 

“Sweetheart,” He shifts, pulling you in while still being careful of the tea, pressing warm, lingering kisses over your jaw to the hollow of your ear, “if I could drink you instead, I would.” 

You swallow, heat curling in your belly. 

“Soothing tea,” He murmurs, “sweet honey,” he adds with a kiss, “and the willow is sharp and fresh. You wake me up and calm me down all at the same time,” 

Your pulse quickens, and slowly your head drops to the side, extending the column of your neck to his lips. 

He takes it slow, remembering the way you jerked back in bed a few nights before, and he’s careful not to press too firmly or give you any inclination that he’s going to touch you with anything but his lips. 

“You smell like home,” He murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your head in his wide palm, kissing just a little lower still. 

Your muscles are stiffening up at the feeling of his mouth getting lower towards your exposed gland and your fingers tighten on his shirt where you hold yourself steady. 

“I’ve got you,” He whispers, “stay with me,” 

You nod, just a little, enough to tell him not to stop, “W-what else?” 

He smiles against your throat, “Well,” he kisses again, to punctuate his words, “when you’re happy, really happy or excited, there’s lemon too,” 

Your breath feels staggered, thready, and you focus on the feeling of him and the warmth of the teacups against your thigh. 

“When you want us,” He takes a deep inhale, sighing hot against your skin, “it’s all honey, thick and syrupy. After your heat I smelled that honey here for weeks,” 

You feel a whine building a little in your throat, and you bite down on your lip to keep it buried. Your body feels like it’s fighting itself with every touch of his mouth, hot arousal knots up at his scent mingling with yours and at his words, but the isolated touch alone has you fighting little flashes of a place that isn’t here and isn’t him. 

“I’ve got you,” He repeats, “I love you,” 

The reply settles on the tip of your tongue, but then he presses one last closed-lipped kiss directly over your gland and withdrawals entirely. You blink hard, a shudder running up your spine. 

“Alright?” He checks, smoothing his hand down your hair again. 

You nod, letting your fingers unknot from his shirt while you collect yourself. 

“Hopefully that answers your question,” He clears his throat softly. 

You start to nod, but the sound of the bathroom door opening cuts through the moment and you start, tea spilling over the lip of your cup onto your fingers. 

“It’s Mingi, baby,” He assures you. 

“I know,” You have to tear your eyes off the hallway though. 

His mouth is set in a concerned little line, and you know he’s probably thinking about your conversation in the kitchen again, but he lets it lie and doesn’t push it, just like he promised. 

Mingi appears a moment later, a towel slung around his hips and his shoulders and hair wet from the shower. He smiles widely when he sees you both, “What’s going on in here?” 

Yunho raises up his cup, “Tea,” he smiles, “nothing much,” 

“Mm,” Mingi nods and stretches, “nice,” 

“Will you be ready soon?” Yunho asks, “Wooyoung will be here in a bit,” 

“Yeah, sure,” He confirms and then glances at you, “you’re good with us going out?” 

“I’m good,” You confirm. 

“I’ll stay if it would make you feel better,” Mingi adds, “I can hide in the bedroom and listen to music or something if you want privacy,” 

You love them both so much in this moment you feel like your chest might crack right open on its own, and you shake your head at him with a smile, “No, I have to get comfortable at some point, it might as well be while Woo is here with me,” 

He nods, “Well, we won’t be too far, just call us and we’ll turn around.” 

“Thank you,” You reach up to take his hand and he twines his fingers with yours immediately. 

Yunho shifts, pressing his lips against your shoulder, “Are you and Woo going out anywhere?” 

He’s clearly trying to be subtle, but you hear the anxious note in his voice and it occurs to you that they might be just as nervous leaving you as you are staying here without them. 

You shake your head, “No, just staying here,” 

“That’s good,” Mingi adds a little too quickly, “if you do go out, would you let us know?” 

“I will,” You promise them, “but you don’t have to worry,” 

“It’s in our nature to worry over you,” Yunho sighs, “but I think we’re both trying not to be overbearing about this whole thing,” 

“Trying,” Mingi shrugs, “but also the idea of not knowing where you are feels like it might give me hives,” 

You laugh at the image, easing back into Yunho’s chest. 

“To be clear,” Yunho shoots Mingi a look, “that’s in a nice ‘we care about you’ way, not in a ‘controlling boyfriend’ kind of way,” 

“Relax,” You tell them both, “I get why you want to know, it’s the same reason I want to know where you are.” 

“Studio first,” Mingi offers without you asking and your chest warms, “then groceries, and then I want to swing by that cafe that has that caramel cheesecake you like, then home,” 

“Don’t say we don’t have to,” Yunho adds, “we want to,” 

You smile as he takes the words right out of your mouth. 

“Plus, I want some,” Mingi says with ease. 

You’re not used to this type of relationship yet, having alphas of your own who actually want to be with you and take care of you, who worry for you and feel for you in all the deep nervous ways you feel for them. You hush the nagging voice in your mind that tries to tell you not to show them how much you need them, the voice that doesn’t want you to jump too fast, you already know what you get by listening to that voice. 

Instead you ask them what you want to ask, “How long do you think you’ll be gone?” 

“Two hours,” Yunho offers, “maybe three at the most,” 

“Okay,” You exhale, weight dropping away from your shoulders, “that’s perfect,” 

“We’ll let you know,” Mingi adds, “and if you need anything special while we’re out, we can stop,”

You shake your head, “I’m fine,” You assure them, “a little anxious, but you know, it’s good for me.” 

Mingi smiles warmly, brushing his hand over your cheek and tilting your face up with his thumb and forefinger on your chin, “We’re a phone call away,” 

“I know,” You nod. 

Yunho sighs as Mingi’s hand drops away, and he kisses your shoulder again, “It’s funny,” he says, “I really don’t want to leave you,” 

“We did just spend three months not seeing each other and in a state of constant relationship limbo,” You point out and give him a squeeze, “we really went from nothing to a whole lot of something fast,” 

“Not too fast?” Mingi checks, trying to sound casual. 

“No,” You say, “and even if it is, I don’t care,” 

“We’ve always felt right together,” Yunho adds, “we’re just letting ourselves enjoy it now,” 

He’s never said something so true. 

Mingi gets dressed and collapses onto the couch next to both, pushing closer into your space with Yunho until you’re both practically on his lap, but it works. You stay knit close together until there’s a knock on the door and then it’s fast kisses goodbye and big hugs from your best friend, and before you can really process it you’re without them for the first time in days. 

Your stomach is fluttering, a nervous quiver deep in your gut that you really don’t want Wooyoung to over-analyze. A moment later you find yourself back on the couch in the warm spot Yunho left, wrapping yourself in the blanket you had all shared the night before. You can smell them on it, earthy, warm, and sweet. 

Wooyoung watches as you start to relax, and he takes a seat right next to you to keep close, a closed smile on his lips. 

You can’t believe you miss them already. 

They must miss you too though, because Mingi only makes it a scant ten minutes before he texts you, his message lighting up your phone - Forgot to say I love you - I love you.

“What?” Wooyoung nudges you under the blanket. 

You pass your phone to him and he reads the message, his eyebrows shooting up high, “I leave you alone for a few days and you’re all saying ‘I love you’s?” 

You grab the phone back and tuck it away, “That’s the thing about life changing trauma,” you laugh, “it really accelerates the big feelings,” 

Wooyoung nods, keeping things light, but finds your hand on the back of the couch so he can hold it. 

“Also we’re not all saying it,” You confess, “they’re saying it,” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean they’ve told me,” You explain, “the day after the studio we had this big talk,” 

“Don’t tell me they put all that shit on you like that,” He wraps his hand around yours, “y/n,” 

“Not like that,” You shake your head, “it’s actually hysterical, they thought that Seonghwa and I have been dating,” 

His eyes go wide, “What?” 

“It’s truly the longest story of miscommunication,” You tell him, “at this point I think someone should write a book about me and make it a romantic comedy,” 

“Erotica,” Wooyoung smirks. 

“Shut up,” You swat at him. 

“There have been too many good orgasms for a romcom,” He shrugs. 

You roll your eyes, “Anyways, it turns out the whole not talking period while you were all away was just me pining but feeling like I fucked it up, and them pining but thinking I had moved on with Hwa,” 

“Damn,” 

“But when they realized that they were wrong about that,” You continue, “we just got it all out there,” 

“And they love you,” He smiles a little, “and they actually said it,” 

“Yeah,” You soften into the cushions. 

“I hate to ask the obvious,” He squeezes your hand, “but if you’re so happy about that, why haven’t you told them? You do love them?” 

“So much,” The words fly out like you’re defending something, and you run a hand through your hair as you get your real thoughts steady, “I do, Woo, so much. We’re scent matches,” 

“I know,” He nods warmly. 

“You do?” 

“Anyone with eyes can see that,” Wooyoung smiles, “well, apart from you three.” 

“Thanks,” 

He nudges your thigh with his foot under the blanket, “Honestly, though, after what happened I could see it on them. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other, and they kept flanking you, watching you like you might disappear,” 

A memory of the studio plays like a clip in your mind, the way they held you between them, the three of you against everything. You nod, “They’ve been doing that for days,” 

“Which…” Wooyoung trails off, trying to guess where your head is, “you’re happy about?” 

“I am,” You nod emphatically, “and I love them, I just… I can’t get the fucking words out of my mouth,” 

He sobers a little, sliding closer to you on the couch so he can draw your legs over his lap and give you exactly the kind of comfort you need, “I’m listening, babe, talk to me,” 

“I don’t know why,” You hold his hand tighter, “but every time they say it, and I think I’m going to say it back, I’m right back in that room with Minseok’s teeth on my neck and I can’t,” your chest feels tight, “I can’t get it out,” 

His eyes soften, empathetic in the way that only he can be, “Does being in love with them scare you?” 

“No!” You pull your hand back from his. 

“Babe,” He takes your hand back and holds tight, “I’m not saying they scare you, I’m saying does being in love, being vulnerable like that scare you?” 

Your shoulders drop, “A little, but,”

“But?” 

“I thought about it for three months,” You argue, “I had it rehearsed, I knew exactly what I wanted to say and the big reveal was supposed to be the ‘I love you’ part not the ‘I’m sorry’ part,” 

“Your plans on that kind of fell apart when that asshole tried to claim you,” Wooyoung pushes back a little. 

“Yeah, no shit,” A flurry of anger bubbles in your belly. 

He nods, “And now you’re off kilter,” 

“You could say that,” 

“You rarely do anything without thinking it through,” He offers, this thumb drawing a comforting line over your palm, “and your plan got fucked, and you’re emotionally vulnerable, and traumatized, and stressed. You feel like you’re out here without a life vest,” 

His words stun you silent. 

“And this thing you worked up in your mind for three months is now totally derailed,” He continues, “am I on the money?” 

You nod. 

“Can I ask you something?” He says. 

You nod again. 

Wooyoung asks this question softly, his voice quiet and gentle, “Do you want to bond with them?” 

Your heart thumps in your chest. 

“It’s just you and me,” Wooyoung soothes you, “and whether or not you bond with them is your choice, okay? But, babe, is that something you think you’ll want?” 

Suddenly you remember the feeling of your heat with them. The way you begged for them, the way it felt so right and so sure that you belonged to each other. You remember how your mind spun imaginary futures that all ended the same way. 

Silently, you nod. 

“Loving them isn’t bonding,” He murmurs, “you can just love them for now at your own pace.” 

Tears prick at the back of your eyes, “What if I can never do it? They can barely touch my neck without me falling apart, what if I can never take a real claim?” 

“Oh, babe,” He pulls you towards him, crushing you to his chest, “I wish you called me earlier, you shouldn’t be thinking like this,” 

“It was so terrible,” You confess into his shoulder, “I can’t even tell you, I don’t even know how to explain,” 

“You don’t have to,” He hushes you, a hand stroking up and down your back, “and I don’t know if this is going to help or hurt, but I know right now you feel like there’s no way you’d ever be able to take a claim without it being scary and awful, but someday you might be able to without even thinking of him.”

A few hot tears escape your eyes. 

“And I know I give Yunho and Mingi shit,” He adds, “but you know that both of them would rather die than do something to hurt you or scare you,” 

“And if I can never bond?” You manage. 

“Then I’d say thank god your scent matches are two men who would never, ever push you into a bond you weren’t ready for,” He says, squeezing you tight, “and I think if you asked them, they’d tell you that they’d rather be with you unbonded and happy than bonded and in pain.” 

“You’re right,” You wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, “I know you’re right,” 

“They’re not going to try to push you into a bond just because you love each other,” He lets you lean back but he slides his hand back into yours, “especially not now,” 

“I know that,” You sigh, “rationally, I was just,” 

“I’m telling you, I get it,” He eases you, “sometimes you go through something and you think a part of you is wrecked forever, that you’ll never be able to do something again or feel normal again, but you will. I promise,” 

You know the truth of him so suddenly you can’t stop the words, “Woo,” you feel your heart beating faster, “did something happen?” 

“A long, long time ago,” He says softly, “and today’s not the day for that story, but I’m telling you it does get better and it does soften in your memory and someday your alphas are going to touch your neck and you won’t even think about it, it just won’t be there anymore.” 

Grief and relief mingle in your gut at his words, and you want to ask him more, to be there for him like he’s been there for you but you can see it in his face, today isn’t the day for that story. 

You squeeze his hand, “I love you, Woo,” 

“I love you too,” He assures you. 

Silence sits between you for a moment while you turn over his words, and though you can’t imagine the day he’s describing, you still believe him. You have to. You don’t know what happened to him or when, but you’ve never met someone as bright and open and happy as him, and you have to hold onto that truth. 

You look down at your combined hands, “Yunho offered to make an appointment with a therapist for me,” 

“Say yes,” Wooyoung replies without a thought, “I waited years and I wish I hadn’t,” 

“Yeah?” 

“Does he have a contact?” Wooyoung asks, drawing your eyes back up, “I have some options for you if not,” 

“He said he can ask his therapist for a referral,” 

“His therapist?” Wooyoung grins, “I knew I liked him,” 

“You’ve been friends for years,” You nudge him. 

“Liked him for you,” He corrects, “that’s different,” 

“Yeah, yeah,” 

“My best friend deserves an alpha who is fully therapized and capable of complex emotions,” Wooyoung says with confidence, “nothing less.” 

“Don’t mention that I told you,” You add quickly, “he told me that in confidence, it just slipped out,” 

“I wouldn’t,” Wooyoung shakes his head, “that’s private. But between you and me, I’m glad to hear it.” 

“Me too,” You sigh. 

“And as far as you going?” Wooyoung circles back to the real question at hand, “Say yes, the sooner the better. If Yunho’s offering to help set it up, let him. Making that call is hard, and if he can make it easier, just say yes.” 

“Okay,” You sigh, your shoulders dropping. 

“And tell them how you’re feeling about bonding,” He adds, “trust me.” 

“Maybe,” You say, “I know you’re right. We’re just moving so fast,” 

“So slow down,” He offers. 

“I don’t know if I want to,” You admit, warmth and nervous energy filling your chest, “it feels right like this, I just don’t know if I can handle a claim,” 

“Tell them,” He reiterates, “don’t let them stumble into that one, they might hurt you without even knowing it if they bring it up sooner than you’re ready for.” 

“Right,” You nod, “you’re right,” 

He huffs a laugh, “Usually am,”

You flick his arm, rolling your eyes, so grateful at him for helping you work through something this hard while still keeping you smiling. You should have called him earlier, he’s right about that too. 

You let silence stretch around you both for a moment, and then something occurs to you. 

“Do you know anything about the charges Minseok is filing?” You run a hand through your hair, “Not to bring up yet another pleasant subject,” 

Wooyoung snorts a little air through his nose and shrugs, “I probably know what you know, have you talked to Hwa?” 

You shake your head. 

“At all?” He seems surprised. 

“I have,” You correct, “but it was quick and we were all on the call. I haven’t been to my place to see if there’s any mail, but I’d guess Yunho and Mingi will get a summons soon.” 

Wooyoung nods, “That’s what the police said,” 

Your eyebrows raise, “You talked to the police?” 

“Seonghwa did,” He clarifies, “and he gave San and I the run down.” 

“Why is no one telling me what’s going on?” You exhale heavily. 

“Because last we heard you were having nightmares,” Wooyoung rests a hand on your folded legs, “and we don’t have a lot of information to give, and I don’t think any of us want to cause you more stress than you need.” 

“Do Yunho and Mingi know?” You press. 

“Not exactly,” Wooyoung says, “though, I guess Seonghwa might be telling them now if they stopped by the studio,” 

You wait for him to continue, but you’re a little relieved at least that your boys aren’t keeping anything from you directly. 

“Seonghwa spoke to the police who explained the charges. Minseok is alleging that the guys misunderstood what they saw and ignored his attempts to explain, and that they used unnecessary force intervening on your behalf.” He says it plainly. 

“Misunderstood?” You repeat the word. 

“I know,” Wooyoung nods, “we all know, but that’s what he’s saying. The police advised Seonghwa to get an attorney and let him know that further charges were being filed. I think we can safely assume that’s Yunho and Mingi, maybe San if he’s really going after it.” 

“Maybe me too,” You add. 

“Maybe,” He nods, “but that would be tough to prove I think,” 

“Hmm,” Your eyes feel a little unfocused. 

“Hey,” Wooyoung gets your attention with a squeeze, “we don’t know anything yet, and we thought this might happen. It doesn’t change the truth and it doesn’t mean any of them regret what they did to make sure you were safe, okay?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Tell me you understand,” He presses, “because I’m not letting you put this one on yourself,” 

“I do, I understand,” You nod, “it just sucks,”

“That’s fair,” He gives you a soft smile, “but it’s going to take a lot more than this to fuck us over,” 

“Yeah,” You murmur, “you’re probably right.” 

Wooyoung says something else but you hardly hear it, in the back of your mind all you can think of is that first night at the hospital. The detectives who interviewed you were kind, but bordered on dismissive, and you know Minseok and his family have deeper pockets than you do. You have to figure this out, you have to.

  “Babe?” Wooyoung nudges you. 

“Yeah,” You snap up, coming back to the present moment and letting those anxieties fade into the background until you can really think them through, “sorry,” 

“It’s okay,” He soothes you. 

Your phone buzzes on your lap again and you pull it up to see the message. It’s Mingi again - Budae Jjigae for dinner, ask Wooyoung if he wants to stay? We’ll have plenty

It’s like he felt your anxiety from miles away and you can feel the tense knot of your shoulders unlocking. You send back a quick heart emoji and then look back up to your friend, “You want to stay for dinner?” 

He smiles, “Who’s cooking?” 

“Mingi,” You tell him, “he’s been on a comfort food kick for me,” 

Wooyoung smiles, “I’ll stay,” 

“Great,” You tap out a reply to Mingi letting him know and take a big sigh. 

“They make you happy,” Wooyoung says, “it’s nice to see,” 

“It’s nice to feel,” You tell him, “after all this time, and after everything,” 

“You deserve it,” He murmurs. 

You smile, a little tease at the corner of your mouth when you nudge him, “So do you, and speaking of,” 

His face lights up fast, “I wasn’t trying to bring my too-good mood over here if things weren’t going well,” he sighs, “but now that I know you’re all in love,” 

“So you and Yeosang?” You turn the conversation to something so much happier, and feel lighter the second you do. 

“It’s so good,” He gushes, head falling back against the cushions, “he’s kind of quiet, kind of hard to get to know at first, but y/n, he’s so funny,” 

“Yeah?” You smile. 

“And smart,” He adds, “and considerate, he’s always getting me coffees or refilling my water, just like, those little things,” 

“Wow, look at you,” You squeeze his hand, “serial dater of alphas, turned into a blushy mess over a funny, smart, considerate beta,” 

“He’s packing like an alpha, I’ll say that,” Wooyoung grins wolfishly. 

You smack his chest, “Woo! Literally that is too much information,” 

“Please,” He rolls his eyes, “I share a locker room with your boyfriends, I know what you’re working with,” 

You feel your face flush red. 

“Cute,” He teases. 

“So,” You divert, “does Yeosang feel as strongly?” 

His smile drops a little, “I mean,” he says, “I think so? But he’s not really an oversharer,” 

“Have you told anyone else?” You try to be casual about that question, but if you’re being honest you’re dying to know where things will land with San and Seonghwa. 

Wooyoung shakes his head though, “Not yet, but I think when everything calms down I might have him pick me up at the studio or something? I want you to meet him and I want everyone to know, I just,” 

“I get it,” You assure him, “you go at your own pace.” 

“Yeah,” He sighs. 

“Just don’t follow my lead,” You smile, “if you like him, don’t run away in a panic,” 

“Noted,” He laughs. 

He looks so happy, bright from the inside in a way that matches his sunny scent, and you think he’s not far from sharing ‘I love you’s of his own at this rate. 

You squeeze his hand again and catch his attention back, “You really look so happy,” you tell him. 

“I am,” He sighs, “he’s exactly what I needed,” 

You smile, and then push his legs to the side, “Move over, I know you have pictures, you’re holding out,” 

He laughs sharply, head falling back but letting you manhandle him a little so you can snuggle into his side. Wooyoung tugs the blanket around you both and pulls out his phone, “Fine,” 

“Like it’s a burden to show your best friend pictures of your hot new boyfriend,” You smack his chest, “come on,” 

Wooyoung drops his arm around your shoulders until you’re slotted together on the corner of the couch, but he still hasn’t lit up his phone. You’re about to nudge him again, but then you feel him press a soft kiss to your hair. 

“You know,” He says softly, “when Sannie called me and told me what happened, I just felt so sick,” 

You find his other hand under the covers and lace your fingers together, “I’m okay,” 

He nods, sighing into your skin, “I just want you to know,” he says, his voice a little tight, “you mean so much to me, and I’ll be grateful to them forever for stopping him,” 

You blink back a few tears and nod, “I am okay, though,” 

He nods again and clears his throat, “I know,” 

“I think you’re avoiding my questions about Yeosang,” You squeeze his hand tightly, an acknowledgement of his emotions and his words, while steering the conversation back to happier topics. 

“You’re right,” He laughs, “you caught me.” 

“Come on,” You nudge him again, pushing down the little swell of emotion that his words brought up. 

“He’s not really a selfie guy,” Wooyoung slides his finger across his phone screen until he finds Instagram and then navigates to his new man’s page, “but, I don’t know, I think you’ll like his vibe.” 

Your face cracks into a wide smile when you see the profile, clearly that of an artist, a photographer. The first post on his page is of Wooyoung, though you’d have to know Wooyoung well to know it. He’s walking away from camera through a dark Itaewon street, the lines of his body accented by the neon club signs. 

“Oh, Woo,” You relax against him and open that photo to see it larger, “he really likes you,” 

He snatches the phone away, a little pink in his cheeks as he rushes to downplay the truth of what you can see plain as day, and you fight to get back the phone, your cheeks starting to hurt from how much you’ve been laughing. 

You and Wooyoung stay like this for ages, warmly locked together as you swap stories and funny things on both your phones. By the time your phone chimes with another text from Mingi, at least two hours have gone by.

Almost home! His message reads. 

Your chest feels warm, your heart whole at the words. 

“They’ll be back in a minute,” You tell Wooyoung as you set your phone aside. 

“Perfect,” He grins, “so exactly how much teasing can I get away with before you get mad?” 

You fall apart again into laughter, happy tears stinging at your eyes. You don’t hear the front door open at first, but when you finally look up you see them standing frozen in the doorway with such softness in their expressions. You feel the words bubble up at the sight of them, but again they stay resting at the tip of your tongue.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and pushes off the couch, “Alright, alright stop making heart eyes at each other and tell me what’s in the box,” 

Your eyes flick down to the large white box in Mingi’s hand, the perfect cheesecake nestled inside waiting just for you. Wooyoung takes a few grocery bags out of their hands and heads off to the kitchen, and just like that your night falls together naturally. 

You don’t think about Minseok again until later that night. For a beautiful, blissful four hours you just laughed and ate and relaxed with your best friend and your boyfriends, and he doesn’t enter your brain at all. 

It isn’t until you’re lying in bed alone with your thoughts, Yunho and Mingi deep asleep on either side of you, that you realize what you have to do. 

In the morning you wake from a dreamless sleep, and you start to put your plan in motion. You slip out of bed and leave them to their rest, light only just stretching its way through the Seoul skies outside. Seeing Wooyoung made you feel lighter in a way that you can’t explain, and within minutes you’re scrawling out a note, stealing Mingi’s key, and lacing up your sneakers. 

Out for a walk, be back in a little while, don’t worry too much x

You leave it on their kitchen counter and you hope it’s enough to keep them from looking for you. You need a little space from your own scared reflection in the mirror, and a new perspective on the plan you’ve been turning over since your head hit the pillows last night. 

The note isn’t a lie, strictly speaking, you are out for a walk, but you also know if you told them exactly where you were on a walk to, they'd worry. They wouldn’t just worry, they would have insisted on coming with you, but this is something you have to do alone. 

You take the long way to the hospital down the river path, letting the cool day calm your mind and keep you centered. You go over in your mind all the things you want to say to him when you see him, assuming you actually make it into his room. You wonder how hard it will be to convince him. You wonder if you’ll even be able to get a single word out of your mouth. 

You have to try. 

Yunho’s words from yesterday morning in the kitchen sink into you. The tenderness in his eyes when he mentioned how jumpy you’ve been around the apartment. You hadn’t even realized it, but now you feel it in your shoulders and your stomach with the sound of every opening door, every squeak of a shoe on vinyl flooring. Everytime you look up into a mirror you expect to see a face over your shoulder, to feel hands on your hips.  

Minseok had taken so many little things from you in the span of three minutes. 

You need to take something back. 

Every step leading into the hospital is heart pounding and nerve wracking, stress inducing on a level you’ve never experienced, but standing in front of reception you suddenly feel an overwhelming calm. Your mind is clear, operating on something wholly unconscious and you don’t know where you’ve mustered this feeling from, but you let it take you. 

You give over Minseok’s full name and provide the kindest smile you can to the woman behind the desk,“I’m his sister,” you tell her. The lie rolls right off your tongue, so clean and easy you surprise yourself. 

“Oh,” The nurse nods, “well visiting hours don’t start until eleven,” 

“I have work,” You counter, softening your face, “I’m sorry, but do you think you could make an exception? I’ll be very quick, I just want to see him for a few minutes before I have to run,” 

She considers it, and you know you have her the minute she checks the nurse’s station to see who else is there with her before she breaks a rule, “Alright, but just be quick, five minutes,” 

“Thank you so much,” You smile, “really, you’re so kind,” 

She waves you off, glancing around her again, “He’s in 305, the third door down on your left when I open the doors,” 

“Thank you,” 

She presses a button on the wall and the lock springs free, opening the heavy security door to your side. With one last smile and deeply grateful bow, you slip through the door and make it through into the hospital hallway where you are most definitely not supposed to be. 

Third door on the left. 

You have to be quick, not so you don’t get caught, but so you don’t chicken out. If you stand in this hallway and let yourself really think about what you’re doing, you’ll turn right around and go home. Steeling yourself, you rush forwards and find the door to 305 and with a deep breath you slip inside. 

Private rooms are expensive, that thought occurs to you as you shut the door tightly behind you. That fact, plus the reality that he’s already talking about pressing his own charges, tells you Seonghwa was right, he has some kind of family money. You hope that when you turn around and actually face the room you won’t have to contend with his mother or father or god forbid some girlfriend you know nothing about. You need him to be alone. 

Blissfully, the room is quiet, the only sounds are medical and simple. With your palms flat against the door you take a deep breath, and if Minseok is awake he says nothing, makes no sound, while you gather the nerve to do this. 

Finally, you turn. 

He is awake, studying you with a careful expression, but then your eyes flick over him. He’s more than injured, he’s completely incapacitated. You catalog it all quickly - his leg suspended in an elevating sling, ankle wrapped up tight, wrist sprained and in a brace, his face is bruised and battered and you realize in seconds that his broken jaw is wired shut. He has an oxygen cannula tucked into his bandaged nose, and you remember that his ribs are broken too. 

You wonder which of your boys delivered each piece of punishment. 

Your mouth feels dry, and your pulse is quickening, the sight of him so close is enough to induce panic but he can’t really do anything to you in this state so you have to just be brave. You push yourself off the wall and walk to the end of his hospital bed, “Hey,” 

He gestures to his jaw and shrugs to communicate that he can’t really talk. 

“I know,” You nod, “I heard.” 

It’s strange to be here with him like this when last week you were working side by side. It’s bizarre to suddenly feel this bubble of uncomfortable space and distance, and to feel the fear underneath it all. 

He gestures towards you with his bandaged hand and you know he’s asking why you’re here. 

“I heard about the counter charges,” You came here with a purpose and you have to stick to it, “and I came here to ask you to drop them.” 

He shakes his head and looks down at himself and then back up to you. 

“After what you did?” Anger curls up in your belly, “I think they took it pretty easy on you.” 

He huffs, a puff of air from his closed lips. 

“Listen,” You try, “you and I both know what you tried to do, and whatever your excuse is, it doesn’t matter. If they hadn’t gotten you off me… I guess what I’m saying is do the right thing now. You said you were sorry, just drop these charges and we can all move on.” 

His eyes harden and he shakes his head. 

You thought he was apologetic after, coming to his senses and realizing in the haze of his rut he almost broke someone’s mind, but now you’re starting to think he was just pleading for his own beating to stop. 

“You won’t consider it?” You ask, stomach clenching tightly. 

He shakes his head again and points to his injuries. Jaw, ribs, leg. 

You want to hit him yourself, so suddenly that your fingers curl tight into fists, “You tried to fucking claim me because I wouldn’t go out on a date with you, and you think you’re the victim here?” 

He seems irritated by your question, and he reaches for something on the tray table to his side. He pulls up a small whiteboard and marker, clearly given to him by hospital staff to communicate, and he wipes away the words that were there to write out his message to you. 

I’m the one in a hospital bed.

“You bastard,” The words just slip out, “why do you think? They put you here for a fucking reason, Minseok,” 

He wipes the message away and writes something else. 

Keep your alphas on a leash.

You’ve never understood the phrase ‘seeing red’ before, but now it’s meaning is crystal clear, “You should keep yourself on a leash.” 

He huffs. 

“Using tone to submit an omega is illegal, Minseok,” You round the corner of the bed, “the prison time for something like that is long. It’s not even just assault, I think that’s something like three or four years? But using tone… claiming against an omega’s will? That’s irreparable damage. I wonder how many charges they’d stack on top in court? Psychological trauma? Sexual assault?” 

His eyes darken and he wipes the board again, his marker squeaking roughly against it as he angrily writes out the next message. 

I never touched you like that.

“You would have,” You shake your head, “as soon as I was your nice obedient omega and couldn’t say no.” 

He stares daggers, but says nothing. 

“They might be able to prove intent,” You tell him, “throw a few more years on top for good measure. How old do you think you’ll be when they let you out? Do you think a dance studio would hire a forty year old man?” 

His face pales, he looks sick suddenly. 

“You’ll drop the charges,” You tell him, “and when you do, I’ll drop mine.” 

His eyes widen. 

“You’ll never set foot in the studio again, and you’ll go find another job somewhere else.” 

His eyes skim over you, trying to gauge your honesty. 

“Do you understand me?” You don’t know what’s possessing you, what’s holding you up so you can get these words out, but you’ve never felt more sure. 

He says nothing. 

You lean in closer, close enough that if he was uninjured he could easily have you back in control, but with his jaw wired shut and his lack of mobility, he can’t do a thing. Nerves flutter up your body as you lean in, and you’re sure he can smell Yunho and Mingi on you, but the guarantee that he can’t touch you is filling you with a sick sense of power, of sure joy. 

“You tried and you failed,” You tell him, and he huffs, “and that’s on you.”

His cheek twitches and you’re sure he’d be clenching his jaw if he could do it without exceptional pain. 

“You’ll do this for me, you owe me,” You hold his gaze despite the flutter of fear it brings you, “and if you don’t, I don’t care what it takes. I’ll see you in court and if that doesn’t work, I’ll make sure that you never, ever get hired again. Every studio in Korea will know what you did, and every omega in Seoul will know what you really are, and if you ever get close to me again after today I’ll break your jaw myself.” 

His eyes flick down. 

“Do you understand me?” You repeat, enunciating clearly. 

He nods once. 

“Good,” You push back from him and get some distance, “get the charges against all of them dropped by tomorrow and I’ll call and withdraw mine. Don’t ever come back to the studio, if you left stuff there consider it gone.” 

He holds your gaze, and then he writes out a question - How do I know you’ll keep your word? 

“You don’t,” You shrug, “but I promise you I wouldn’t be here in this room with you at all if I wasn’t willing to drop them.” 

He turns your words over. 

“Minseok,” You sigh, “they mean more to me than watching you go to jail, please, just do the right thing.” 

He wipes his hand again across the whiteboard and then he shifts, looking back up to you to nod in agreement. 

“You’ll do it?” 

He nods again and then picks the marker back up to write something. 

“Don’t,” You stop him, “there’s nothing you can say I want to hear. Just do this and we’ll be done.” 

He looks away and without meeting your eyes again, he nods.

“Don’t make me come back,” You press him, but he doesn’t respond and that will have to be enough. You’ve done what you came to do. 

You’re out of his room in a flash, back through the security doors and quick past the front desk. You don’t spare a single glance at the nurse who broke the rules for you, you just need to get out of here before you let the reality of what you’ve done hit you sideways. You don’t let a single thing consume you until you’re out of the hospital and on the street again, and you sink down onto the first available bench. 

Your heart is pounding, hands trembling. You need to get this under control before you go home because the last thing you want is to cause Yunho and Mingi anymore stress or heartache. You give yourself some time to come back into your body, to forget the hard set of Minseok’s eyes and the way his fingers twitched when you got too close, the way you fought the curling panic in your gut to get the words out. 

When you do feel whole again, you order a taxi back. You’ve been gone a while, probably a little longer than they expected, and you hope they’re not worried.

Using Mingi’s borrowed key, you slip into the apartment and let their scents wash over you, soothing you instantly. You shut the door quietly behind you and toe off your shoes before calling out, “Is anyone home?” 

You hear movement immediately, Mingi from the kitchen and Yunho from his bedroom and it fills you with warmth. 

“Hey,” Mingi gets to the living room first, “how was your walk?” 

“Really good,” You tell him, and that’s the truth. The walk itself was nice until you cut it short with your little errand. 

“You look good,” He smiles, and Yunho appears from his side of the apartment as Mingi continues, “fresher,” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, “it’s a beautiful morning out,” 

“Hey,” Yunho says, smiling at the sight of you. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t wake you,” You say, “I just wanted to clear my head a bit, so I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your key,” 

Mingi shakes his head as you hang his keyring up by the door. 

“We’ll have to get one made for you,” Yunho says, “if you want,” 

You let the implication of that lie and you nod, but excitement sparks in your belly.

“Is there any coffee?” You ask, moving into the apartment and heading towards the kitchen. You need to tell them where you’ve been, but you just need a breath before you can. 

“Mhm,” Mingi says, “I just made a cup,” 

“Oh,” You shake your head, “I don’t want to take yours, I’ll make my own.” 

“No, no,” He slides behind you and presses a kiss to your hair as he does, “take it, I’ll make another. Yunho, do you want one?” 

“I’m good,” He replies, coming to stand next to you at the small kitchen island. 

Mingi looks like he’s thinking about something as he finishes off your cup of coffee and throws an electric kettle back on to make another pourover, but Yunho draws your attention away. 

“Jagi,” He starts, “I don’t mean to… well, can we talk to you about something?” 

“Sure,” You angle towards him, his words making you a little nervous, “is everything okay?” 

“Absolutely,” He assures you, brushing his hand down the length of your arm, “but Mingi and I were talking while you were gone, about how to handle everything with these charges,” 

“Oh,” His timing is impeccable. 

“We just want to include you,” He says, squeezing your hand, “and make sure we’re handling things the way we should, but it might be smart to try and hire a lawyer before this goes any further,” 

You’re not sure how you’re supposed to say this. 

“We talked to Seonghwa and he agrees,” Yunho continues, “this will be the easiest way to protect all of us,”

“Yunho,” You start, “hang on,”

“If this is upsetting we can talk about it later,” Yunho adds, “but Seonghwa has some connections through his parents, he wants to make some calls.” 

Your stomach twists at the idea of Seonghwa needing to lean on a favor from his parents, and every choice you made that morning becomes perfectly validated with just that thought. You would never, ever let him do that, not after everything he’s done for you.  

“It’s not upsetting,” You assure Yunho, trying to interject, “I just don’t think that will be necessary,” 

“Getting a lawyer?” He clarifies. 

“Yeah,” You swallow hard and glance at Mingi, “I don’t think we’ll need to.” 

“I mean, having representation would be best,” Yunho says, “I know it’s stressful, but we need to be careful,” 

“Right,” You sigh, needing him to give you a breath to explain, “that’s if there’s a suit,” 

“Well sure, but,” Yunho starts but the penny drops for Mingi. 

“Tell me you didn’t,” Mingi turns to you fully and the words die on Yunho’s lips as he plays catch up. 

You stay quiet, holding his gaze, but when you let out a soft breath he sets his coffee back down. 

“y/n,” Mingi says, voice serious and leaving Yunho visibly more and more confused, “tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” 

“I took care of it,” You settle on the most neutral words you can. 

“No,” He shakes his head, “you can’t just say that, you have to give us more than that.” 

“I was planning on it,” You push past Yunho to approach Mingi, resting your hands on his upper arms as you get closer into his space, “I swear, you just guessed it too fast,” 

“You smell like the hospital,” He explains, his nose crinkled up. 

“Whoa, whoa,” Yunho finally catches up, “why were you at the hospital?”

You just have to say it, “I talked to Minseok,” 

“Absolutely not,” Yunho pushes around the island and closer to you, “are you insane?” 

“He’s completely incapacitated,” You tell them both, “he couldn’t have touched me even if he wanted to,” 

“Yes, but you didn’t know that!” Yunho presses, his voice running high in surprise, but you can see he’s doing his best to keep level and cool. 

“Look at me,” You settle him, “do I look hurt? Upset?”

“No,” He admits with a puff of dejected air. 

“Am I myself?” You take both their hands in yours. 

“Yes,” Mingi admits. 

“Okay,” You sigh, “now stop freaking out and listen to me, because I promise you I’m perfectly fine,” 

Mingi nods once, and Yunho stays silent, which is enough for you to do what you need to do. 

“I went there to talk him out of the charges he’s filing,” You explain, “and I guess… I just wanted to understand what he did, so I wanted to talk to him.” 

“And?” Yunho prompts. 

“He’s an asshole,” You start. 

“Did he touch you?” Mingi asks, his voice a little tight and thready, “Say anything to you?” 

“No,” You promise, tugging him closer until his hands are properly on you, “come here,” 

“You can tell us if he did,” Yunho’s fingertips stroke a gentle pattern over the back of your neck, “we’re not angry, we just want to help,” 

“Speak for yourself, I still want to kill him,” Mingi says sharply. 

“Hey,” Yunho nudges him, “chill,” 

“Both of you relax,” You interject and they fall silent, “he didn’t do anything, he couldn’t even talk, his jaw is fully wired shut,” 

Yunho huffs a laugh, “Good,” 

You smile, “Honestly, he looked pretty pathetic,” 

“He is pretty pathetic,” Mingi points out. 

“Right,” You sigh, “well, aside from some choice words written out on a whiteboard, he didn’t have much to say or do. I explained that if he didn’t drop his charges things would be much worse for him in the long run… and he saw reason.” 

“He agreed to that?” Mingi’s eyes go wide. 

“Mhm,” 

“Why?” Yunho’s brows draw together, “Not out of the goodness of his heart, I assume,” 

“No,” You shake your head, “but when I tell you, I need you both to promise me you won’t be angry.” 

“That’s unfair,” Yunho says. 

“Just say it,” Mingi nods, “we won’t know until we know.” 

You chew the inside of your lip as you search for the right way to say this, and you know they’ll be upset no matter what, but they deserve honesty. You nod, “I agreed to drop my charges if he drops his,” 

They’re silent, deathly silent. 

“y/n,” Yunho swallows tightly as he gets his voice even, “why would you do that?” 

“He didn’t want to listen to me at first,” You explain, “and I thought it through on the walk. That’s the only piece of leverage we have right now,” 

“But he did something wrong, he should be held accountable,” Mingi exclaims, taking a full step away from you and running a hand through his hair. 

“You heard the questions the police asked me,” You interject, “how close was I to my next heat? Did I know Minseok was in pre-rut? Why did I stay in the room if he was making me uncomfortable? What was I wearing?” 

“But it wasn’t your fault,” Yunho insists, “he used tone, that’s fucking illegal,” 

“I said he used tone,” You counter quietly, “but he’ll say he didn’t and he’ll say I got confused or misunderstood. He’ll use our relationship against you both, and my relationship with Seonghwa to paint… a very particular kind of picture about me. We all know what he did but I’m telling you, legally? We’re on the losing side,” 

“But,” Mingi shakes his head, “that’s…” 

“I know,” You nod, “believe me, I know.” 

“You should have taken us with you,” Yunho says quietly, “we could have talked to him for you,” 

You shake your head, “No,” you need them to understand, “you got to hit him… you got to do something, I didn’t get to do anything but be fucking scared,”

His expression softens, “Oh,” 

“You protected me when I needed you,” You feel tears welling up now at the thought of it, “it’s my turn to protect you,” 

They’re so quiet, watching you carefully. 

“Nothing is taking you away from me again,” You say it, plain and clear, “nothing is taking away you or my friends, I won’t let that happen,” 

Mingi’s arms fold around you fast as he tucks you into his chest and you feel Yunho step close too, laying a warm palm on your back as he leans into you both. 

“Whatever you want, we’ll do it,” Mingi murmurs, “okay?” 

You nod, closing your eyes as you snuggle into the warmth of him. 

“And we’ll handle it together,” Yunho says, “but don’t make this decision for us, make it for you. We,” Yunho’s voice trails, but then he clears his throat and says what he wants to say anyways, “we love you. No matter what happens,” 

“I know,” You sigh, snaking an arm out of Mingi’s hold to find Yunho’s hand and tuck him a little closer too, “but I’m sure,” 

“I hate to state the obvious here,” Mingi pulls back from you so he can look at you both, “but if he’s not charged with anything, then he’s a free man.” 

That thought does make your stomach flip, but you knew that when you walked into the hospital room, “I know,” 

“It’s your choice,” Mingi reiterates, “but I still don’t know if I’m comfortable taking that kind of risk with you.” 

“I don’t even want to think about that,” Yunho says, his hands finding your shoulders as he tucks closer behind you. 

The image of Minseok’s face when you asked about his dance career flickers through your mind and you smile, “I think he got the picture,” 

“y/n,” Mingi’s voice is hesitant. 

“I told him in no uncertain terms,” You can’t get the smile off your face now, “that if he came anywhere near me again I’d break his jaw myself.” 

“You didn’t,” Yunho looks down to see your face. 

“I did,” You nod, “and before you freak out again, please remember that I’m here and totally fine in front of you,” 

Mingi gives you a truly withering look but lets you speak. 

“Honestly,” You breathe, “you should have seen him, he was lying there and could barely move, and when he didn’t want to drop the charges at first, I kind of got in his face,” 

Yunho’s hands tighten on your shoulders and Mingi scrubs a hand over his face, “Don’t tell me that,” 

“But I did,” You press your palms flat against Mingi’s chest, “I told him that if he didn’t drop his charges he would never get rid of me, I told him I’d make his life hell, and he couldn’t even move. He couldn’t touch me,” 

Mingi’s quiet, his eyes flicking up to Yunho behind you. Yunho sighs, dropping his forehead to rest against your hair and then his arms relax, wrapping around you from behind. 

“I really hate this story,” Yunho says, “but I’m also really proud of you,” 

“Me too,” Mingi’s hand closes over both of yours to give you a squeeze. 

“I just wish you had told us,” Yunho admits. 

“If I had told you I was going there you would have never let me go alone,” You point out. 

“Exactly,” Yunho’s arms tighten. 

You turn your head to press your lips to his arm where it wraps around your shoulder, and you nuzzle a little into his warm skin, “You know why I had to go though, right? You get it?” 

He nods against your head. 

Mingi smooths his hand up and down your forearm, “We do,” 

“I just hate the thought of him seeing you again,” Yunho admits, lifting his head and readjusting you in his arms, “or being close to you at all,” 

“I know,” You lean back into his embrace, “but this is the thing, he got to see me be fine after what he did,” 

“And you got to see him,” Mingi puts two and two together with ease and nods, “and he looked pathetic?” 

“More than that,” You smile, “he looked… afraid.” 

“Good,” Mingi says firmly. 

You remember the way he looked in that hospital bed, his eyes darting around the room. He shrank back when you got close, no doubt the scent of Yunho and Mingi lingering on your skin, and you smile up at them at the thought, “He was terrified my alphas were with me,”

Yunho’s lips quirk and he leans around you to meet your eyes, “He wasn’t afraid of us, sweetheart, he was afraid of you.” 

“No,” You laugh that off, but they don’t join in and Mingi makes a funny expression at your words. 

Yunho slides away, shoulder to shoulder with Mingi now as he looks down at you, “Yes, y/n,” he shakes his head, “he was vulnerable and alone and stuck in a hospital bed, and you’re…” 

“A powerful fucking omega,” Mingi supplies. 

Yunho nods, “And he knows that you could ruin the rest of his life.” 

You don’t know what to say. 

“y/n,” Mingi sighs, tugging you in until your bodies are close together, “if you ever do something that reckless again, I’ll lose my mind,”

You move to lift your head and push back, to keep trying to get him to understand why this was so important for you to do alone and why you made the choices you made, but he stops you short. 

“But,” He adds, kissing the top of your head, “it was also very brave, and I love you for it.” 

“Yeah?” You nudge him. 

“Yeah,” He admits. 

“I do wish I could have seen it,” Yunho grins, “that asshole scared of you,” 

Mingi’s hands slide to your hips, tightening their grip and he swallows hard, “Our fierce little omega,” 

A ripple of something needy and unexpected passes through your belly, “Is that what I am?” 

Yunho steps closer, finding a home for his hands on your body too, “You called us your alphas,” he says softly, “isn’t that what we are?” 

Mingi’s thumbs brush a warm steady pattern into your hips and you feel yourself melting into their hands, “Yes,” 

“That makes you our omega, sweetheart,” Yunho eyes flick from yours to your lips. 

The way they say omega to you doesn’t sound cold. It doesn’t sound cruel or commanding, no undertone of ownership despite the content of their words. When they say it all you hear is love. 

“Say that again,” You murmur softly. 

Mingi smiles, lifting his eyes to watch you.  

Yunho dips closer, his lips dangerously close, “Our omega?” 

You nod a little, heat flushing your cheeks. 

“Our omega,” He repeats, pressing his lips to yours. He waits to make sure you want it, he waits to feel you twist in their arms and reach up for him, and then he lets his body follow his thoughts, lips opening and his tongue dipping into your mouth. 

Mingi’s hand shifts, spreading wide over your lower belly, his fingertips at the waistband of your pants. You’re not ready for that, and you hope he doesn’t notice the way you twitched in his hands when he first adjusted his grip, but either way he makes no move to take anything further. Neither of them do. Despite Yunho’s lips on yours, and the breath between you both, his hands stay put on your back and your cheek while Mingi just holds you, patient and soft at your side. 

When your lips break from Yunho, settling back down your heels after pushing up on tiptoe, Mingi uses his grip on you to spin you to face him, his mouth finding yours with ease. 

You hum pleasantly against his mouth, your hands gripping his broad shoulders for balance. 

“Ours,” Mingi murmurs between kisses, and then his hands spread to your backside, maneuvering you up into his arms in one quick motion, “you’re ours,” 

You wrap your legs around his middle and sink into the kiss, “I’m yours,” 

“Fuck, I missed you,” He mumbles between kisses, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. 

You nod against him, stealing one more kiss before you lean back, still perched comfortably with your legs around his waist. You smooth a hand over Mingi’s cheek and then reach for your other lover to bring him close, drawing him in by the hand until he’s nestled against both of your sides. Yunho’s hand reaches around to cup under your thigh and you settle your own hand on the back of Yunho’s neck, fingers stroking the shaggy bottom of his dark hair.

“This is nice,” Mingi smiles a little, eyes flicking between you and Yunho. 

Yunho nods, his free hand settling on Mingi’s back. 

“I can’t believe I convinced myself that we weren’t scent sympathetic,” You sigh a small, unfunny laugh, “this just feels so right,” 

“Knowing it and knowing it are two different things,” Mingi says, emphasizing the word. 

“I guess so,” 

“And it’s not like all scent matches work out,” Yunho adds, “we still have to work at it,” 

You nod, relaxing into their hold, “I want that,” 

“We do too,” Mingi squeezes your thigh a little with his wide hand. 

It’s funny how different it all feels now than months ago during your first panicked heat here, how settled you are with everything. You glance between them and ask the obvious, “When we go back to work, what are we this time?” 

“Pack,” Mingi says easily and your head snaps to his, eyebrows high. 

“Mingi,” You blink at him, surprised at his easy reference to such a permanent state of being. Scent matches and compatibility is one thing, but pack is something so much more. All of it flickers in your mind - claims, bonds, tying you together permanently. 

“Someday,” Yunho interjects smoothly, giving you a soft, reassuring kiss to the head, “far in the future, if you’ll have us.” 

“Someday,” The word slips out of you like an agreement, and despite all the fears shared with Wooyoung earlier, you do want them like that. You want to someday be able to give each other that.  

“Then we’re pack,” Mingi lights up at your words, “officially, unofficially, I don’t care. You’re with us, we’re with you.” 

Your body fills with warmth, but you can feel your heart rate picking up. 

Yunho smiles, “What did they used to call that back in the day?” 

“Courting,” You fill in the blank for him, and the word feels strangely old fashioned considering the fact that you’ve already spent a heat with them. When packs were more common, groups of alphas would court compatible omegas until it was sure they were a good match in more ways than just scent. The implication then was something more akin to a modern engagement and you can’t believe after everything you’ve been through with these two men, this is the conversation you’re having suddenly so casually in their kitchen. 

“Well,” Yunho laughs, “we don’t have to call it that,” 

“We’re,” You trail off, trying to find the words, “dating?” 

“Partners?” Yunho offers a slightly less casual word. 

“Together,” Mingi cuts in, “that’s what we are. We’re your alphas, we belong to you, and you,” he draws you closer in his arms to press a soft kiss on your lips, “are our omega.” 

“And at work?” You trail off. 

“We’ll be ourselves,” Yunho suggests, “people probably already know after last week anyways,” 

Mingi nods, dipping forward and pressing a kiss to your lips, “No more pretending we don’t mean something to each other,” 

“No more pretending,” You shift in his arms, wrapping your arms properly around his shoulders so that you’re hugging each other tightly. 

Mingi hums appreciatively, his breath warm against your hair and then he chuckles a little as he readjusts you in his arms, “Is it too fast if I start calling you yeobo, though? I feel like it suits you,” 

You pull back from the hug, “We’re not married, Mingi,” you remind him, “and I didn’t hear a proposal,” 

“You want to get proposed to, baby?” He teases and you shove his chest. 

“Knock it off,” Yunho smacks the back of Mingi’s head, “our relationship doesn’t have to break the sound barrier,” 

“I’m kidding,” Mingi squeezes you, shifting to take a few steps and deposit you on the kitchen counter before stepping back with a quick peck on your lips. 

“Hmm,” Yunho rolls his eyes and slumps back against the counter next to you, one wide hand smoothing over your thigh, “we just got you back, I’d like to avoid scaring you off,” 

“I’m not scared,” You shake your head, and as you say it, you realize it’s true. Six months ago you would have balked at Mingi’s veiled promise of his intentions, you would have told them all their hormones were mixed up and confused. You would have told yourself the same. It feels strange to feel completely at peace with the idea of a real someday with them. 

Yunho’s eyebrow quirks up in a question at your words and Mingi grins, a little self satisfied. 

“Actually,” You exhale heavily and straighten up, “I talked to Wooyoung yesterday and he helped me figure some things out,” 

“Things?” Mingi asks. 

“Um,” Your pounds in your chest, “yeah,” 

Yunho gives you an encouraging squeeze to keep going. 

You meet his eyes and take the leap, “Can you make that call? For me to talk with someone?” 

He softens and nods, “I’ll do it first thing,” 

“Okay,” You say, taking another deep breath, “then there’s one more thing to tell you,” 

Mingi doesn’t say anything, but he steps back closer to you, resting his hand on your opposite thigh. 

“It’s my turn to ask you to be patient,” You give them both an anxious, close lipped smile. 

“We’re listening,” Mingi soothes you. 

“Okay,” You take both their hands in yours, “here goes. The idea of bonding with you both is kind of sending me into a tailspin right now, and I’m terrified that it’s something I’m never going to get over. Wooyoung told me to talk to someone to work through that and I want to. I thought about it all day, and the truth is that I want to be with you both for as long as you’ll have me. You feel like you’re mine, now more than ever, and I’m scared, but I’m also scared of not trying,” 

“And if I can be yours like this for now,” You continue, “without bonds like you said, pack even if it’s unofficial, then maybe I can work through this and make it official someday. I’m just scared your definition of ‘far in the future’ and my definition are different though, and I,” 

“Fuck bonds,” Mingi interrupts, moving to cup both your cheeks and draw your eyes to his, “that shit doesn’t matter to me at all. We’re together by choice, not by claim. If you want my bite someday, I’ll give it to you, but you won’t ever hear me ask, alright? Never.” 

“Me too,” Yunho’s hand brushes down your hair, coming to rest on the back of your neck, “as far as I’m concerned it’s secondary, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’d sooner leave you than push you into a bond you aren’t ready for,” 

You jolt forwards, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders and nearly slipping off the counter when you do, but they hold you steady as you pull them in. 

“We just want you,” Mingi’s rough, low voice murmurs, “just this.” 

You feel their warmth, the steady thrum of each of their heartbeats, their scents curling around you like a safe, easy memory. The words find themselves right on the tip of your tongue again, only this time, this time they come. 

“I love you,” You take in a sharp, emotional breath as you get yourself together, overwhelmed by their words, “I love you both so much,” 

Yunho dips back to find your mouth, locking his lips on yours and sighing a breath of true relief against your mouth, “I love you too, sweetheart,”

Mingi redirects your gaze with his fingers on your jaw the moment Yunho starts to lean back and he kisses you hard, leaving you gripping his shirt for balance, “I love you,”

“God,” You smile, every part of your body alight with joy, “I think we might be crazy, but I don’t care,” 

“Good,” Yunho glances between you both, “because I think I’m having a crazy idea,” 

“What idea?” 

“Move in,” He blurts out, and he can’t stop smiling, “fuck giving you a key, fuck calling you our girlfriend. Move in properly, be ours. If we’re together, let’s be together, we’ve lost enough time,” 

“Who’s moving fast now?” Mingi says, but he’s smiling too. 

Everything in your body feels right, feels safe. You’ve been calling this home for days, and you’ve been calling them yours in your head for so much longer. 

You’re nodding before your mouth can catch up with your brain, “Okay, okay, yes, let’s do it,” 

Yunho pulls you up into his arms and holds you close, peppering kisses across your temple, “We’ll figure everything else out later, but at least we’ll be together,” 

“Thank God,” You melt into his embrace, meeting Mingi’s eyes over Yunho’s shoulder, “because I really didn’t want to leave,” 

“No leaving this time,” Mingi smiles softly as Yunho nods his head against yours. 

“Mm-mm,” You shake your head, agreeing with his words. 

“We’ll get everything from your place as soon as we can, make it official,” Mingi adds. 

You nod, and then a thought occurs to you, “Is there even enough room for me here?” 

Yunho unwraps himself from around you and nods, “We’ll need a bigger bed,”

“For a start,” Mingi nods, “and you need a nest,” 

“Yeah?” Your very own nest, a real one. 

“Oh, babe,” Mingi finds your hand, tugging you in, “you’re about to get fucking spoiled, anything you want, we’ll figure it out.” 

“You don’t have to, I just want to be here,” You tell them. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Yunho says, “we’ve waited for you for so long,” 

“Too long,” Mingi wraps his arms around you both, “way too long,” 

It doesn’t matter anymore what pushed you into their arms, what kind of day you’ve had, everything you’ve had to get through. Not a thing in the world matters but this choice, the safe home of their arms, three of you against the world like it was always meant to be. 

[pimosworld]

Show me your teeth

Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

Summary-You want Miguel to bite you during sex.(that’s it that’s all.)

CW-18+MDNI,NSFW,angst,comfort,fluff,kissing,establishedrelationship,consent,biting,smut,unprotected piv,piv cream pie,softdom Miguel.

A/N- I haven’t heard show me your teeth by Lady Gaga in years and then it came on the radio twice after I saw the movie so that inspired this shameless smut. Thank you @melodygatesauthor for answering my question about his fangs paralyzing (she’s like,just don’t have them paralyze 😂).

WK-1.2k

Not beta read

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He’s pacing around the room fidgeting with his hands and you almost feel bad for even asking. He definitely was not shy in the bedroom but you may have crossed a line. 

  “Please baby.” You 're not above begging and you know it’s his weakness. 

  “Just this once.” The finality in his tone isn’t questioned-usually.

  “Mhmm.” 

  “What do you mean Mhmm, I said I’ll do it just this once.” He’s completely stopped pacing and is now glaring at you with his arms crossed. The expanse of his broad shoulders and bulging biceps has you momentarily distracted. You would think he would’ve caught on by now that you get turned on when he’s mad. 

  “Well…what if I like it or you like it and we want to do it again? I don’t want to say just this once,just in case.” You’re suddenly noticing patterns in your carpet you've never seen before because you refuse to lift your eyes and meet his intensity. 

  He lets out a deep sigh and runs his hand through his hair. "Fine, but we need to establish some boundaries and make sure we're both comfortable with it." You nod in agreement, relieved that he's willing to compromise. "I just don't want to hurt you," he repeats, his voice softer this time.

  “You have to tell me to stop if it’s too much…because I won’t be able to.” You nod your head in agreement. 

  You stand up and walk over to him, placing a hand on his chest. "I trust you," you say, looking up at him with a small smile. "And I know you would never intentionally hurt me." He leans down and kisses you gently, his hands resting on your hips. 

He stands back and takes off his clothes slowly, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing with each movement. He grins as he notices you staring at him. 

  “Like what you see hermosa?” He asks teasingly 

  You can’t help but smile back feeling a rush of excitement coursing through your body. 

  “desnudate y siéntate en mi regazo.”(undress and sit on my lap.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you're ready for this level of intensity, but the look in his eyes tells you that he won't take no for an answer.

You slowly begin to undress, feeling his gaze on you the entire time. Once you're completely naked, you walk over to him and straddle his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing against your ass. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck.

"Good girl," he whispers, his hands roaming over your body. "You look so fucking sexy like this."

You moan softly, feeling your arousal growing with each passing moment. He begins to kiss and nibble on your neck, his hands squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You gasp and arch your back, pressing your ass harder against his cock.

 "Please," you beg, needing more. "I need you."

 He leans in and bites your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You moan in pleasure, feeling the heat between your legs grow. He pulls back and looks at you, his eyes dark with desire. 

  "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You nod, unable to form words as the desire consumes you. He leans in again, biting down harder this time. You cry out, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure. He continues to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks that you know will last for days. He licks and soothes it with his tongue and your arousal is slowly dripping onto the couch below. 

He moves to the other side of your neck and sinks in, the low whimpers of his name and the tears streaming down your face spur him on-he will definitely want to do this again.

 You can feel his cock twitch against your back steadily leaking precum, his resolve quickly fading as he’s consumed by the feel of your plush skin on his fangs. 

 “Miguel please.” Your voice barely above a whisper. 

  He chuckles darkly, his fingers trailing down your stomach and slipping between your legs. "You're so wet," he murmurs, rubbing your clit in slow circles.

“Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you moan, grinding against his hand.

 "Please, fuck me."

He stands up, still holding you tightly, and carries you over to the bed. His strength shouldn’t shock you but it does every time. You know he could destroy you if he wanted too but he always takes his time. 

He lays you down and climbs on top of you, gripping the base of his thick cock with his hand as he slowly drags it through your slit. 

  "Are you ready?" he asks, looking into your eyes.

  "Yes," you whisper, and he slowly begins to push inside you. The feeling of him filling you up is almost too much to bear, and you moan loudly,wrapping your legs around his waist.

  “Paciencia amor se que puedes tomar lo que te doy.”( patience love,I know you can take what I give you.) 

  He whispers in your ear as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He’s stretching and filling you completely as your back arches off the bed. He’s holding you like a life line as he grunts and moans above you. 

  “Fuck you look so pretty falling apart in my cock.”

  He picks up the pace hitting something harder and deeper inside. His senses are heightened and he knows you’re getting close. Being the tease that he is he slows down-you know he wants you to beg for it.

  “Please don’t stop Miguel…I'm so close.” 

  “What do you say when you want to come preciosa?” He growls into your ear as he grips your hips tighter, fighting off his release. 

  “Please papí…” He didn’t let you finish as he sank his teeth into your breast, your climax shooting up your spine as your body shakes beneath him. You can still feel him grinding his thick cock through your swollen cunt as he chases his release. Your body is overwrought but his stamina would have him going for hours. 

  He comes with a shout as he spills himself inside you groaning into your neck. He shushes your soft whimpers with his mouth as he places pepper light kisses on you. 

  “You did so good for me…always so good to me.”

  He knows you can’t bear the full weight of him as he tries not to collapse into you. You pull him closer loving the grounding feel of his body against yours as you both come down trying to catch your breath. 

  As you drift off to sleep you know you’ll have fun explaining those marks tomorrow. 

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

[abbys-wifey]

falling for you

pairing: tara carpenter x female reader

warnings: embarrassing y/n.

a/n: the requests are being written guys i apologise for the time it’s taking

The first time I see her is on my way to my bio lecture. She was walking in the other direction, books tucked comfortably under her arm as she laughed with some curly haired girl.

It was crazy how fast I managed to fall for her, both physically and mentally.

Stumbling forwards I brace myself for the pain as I land face first into the concrete. “Oh shit are you good?” I curse whoever the higher power of this world is as the girl rushes over to my side.

“I’m good, just clumsy.” I manage to laugh through my embarrassment as I push myself to my knees, wincing as I run my hand over my face. “Your bleeding.” She contradicts monotonously as her eyebrow raises.

Seeing her up close made me want to fall over again, her perfect brown eyes that could swallow me whole and her nose adorned in little freckles that made a trail all the way down her cheeks. “Did you get a concussion or do you always stare this hard?” She asks scrunching her nose slightly.

“Neither?” I chuckle awkwardly willing the floor below me to open up and take me away from this pride shattering situation. “Ok, well if your ok then I have a class to get to. Try not to hurt that pretty face of yours anymore alright?” And with that she sends me a smile and a wave before heading back to her curly haired friend and continuing on her path to class.

………

“You fucking fell over in front of her?”

“Shut up ok, I didn’t mean to.” I hiss at my best friend Charlotte who doubles over in laughter earning a glare from our bio teacher.

“Oh that’s beautiful. I wish I was there.” Charlotte cackles wiping a tear from her eye. “Did you at least get her name?” She asks still recovering from her laughing fit. I run a hand down my face once again forgetting about the cut running across the side of my cheek. “Fuck ow.” I inhale sharply making sure it hadn’t re opened before turning back to my friend. “And no I’m a fucking idiot. You know this. I can’t talk let alone flirt with pretty girls. Especially ones who flirt back and call me pretty.” I sigh and rest my hands under my chin. “Besides this campus is massive, I doubt I’ll ever see her again.”

Charlottes eyes roll playfully. “Your life is sad. So pathetically sad.” Her hand rubs my back as she turns her attention back to our teacher.

………

With an aching head I manage to sit through the rest of my classes for the day and answer the many many questions on what happened to my cheek. None of which I answered honestly.

And with my last class over I go to head back to my apartment with Mac Miller blasting in my ears but a light tap on my shoulder forces me to pull out my airpods and turn around.

“Hi, sorry for interrupting your music session, just wanted to make sure you were ok after your… fall, earlier.” The same short brown eyed girl from earlier smiles up at me, her eyes lingering on my cheek.

My heart skips a beat (or five) and my hands rush to tuck my stray hairs behind my ears. “Oh uh that’s ok. I’m alright just got this to deal with when I get home.” I shrug nonchalantly as if the cut on my cheek didn’t make me sob in a bathroom for ten minutes.

The girl laughs, a sound that makes me believe I just ascended into heaven. “Yeah you better make sure that doesn’t scar. Although it’s a known fact that chicks dig scars so.” She smirks cheekily and winks.

“My names Tara by the way.” She extends her hand and I take it slowly. “Y/N. My names Y/N.” I shake her hand gently, our hands remaining intertwined for longer than is considered normal.

“You know how to take care of your cheek?” Tara asks leaning on her tippy toes to get a better view of the wound. “Uh, I’ll just have a shower and hope it gets better I guess.” I laugh awkwardly as Tara shakes her head, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“This might be forward but can I come to your apartment? Just to make sure you treat your cut well. I’ve had my fair share of wounds I know what to do with them and I’m sure you don’t want your face scarred forever.” Tara shrugs before looking down at her shoes that dig awkwardly against the pavement.

“I’m ok with it. So long as you don’t plan to murder me.” I chuckle causing Tara to place her attention back on me, her eyes rolling playfully. “Please, I’m five foot basically nothing. I think you’ll be fine.” She retorts as the two of us slowly begin walking towards my apartment.

“You never know. They say the small ones are the ones you need to watch out for.”

……

Arriving back at my apartment, Tara is quick to ask where my bathroom is before tugging me towards it. “Have a shower and hope.” She scoffs as she mocks my earlier words. Shoving me against the bathroom sink, although she apologises at the unnecessary force used, Tara rummages through my medicine cabinet until she finds what she’s looking for.

Antiseptic.

“This is gonna hurt.” She smiles apologetically before moving to stand between my legs, her brown eyes catching mine. “Is this alright?” She asks, slowly reaching up to grip my jaw. “Better than ok.” I scrunch my nose up as she blushes before letting out a whine as she finally presses the liquid to my wound.

“I knew you were trying to kill me.” I breathe, trying my hardest not to look like a wimp. Tara’s eyes flicker to my own filled with worry before returning to my cheek as she dabs away. “Trust me, this is the least painful part.” She chuckles. I don’t reply, simply fixated on her concentrated face.

Once again I find myself following her trail of freckles and losing myself in her brown eyes. Only this time I don’t have a concussion to blame it on when she catches my stare.

“So what’s the excuse this time?” She whispers, her nose basically brushing mine as she gazes up at me.

I can’t reply, my voice stuck in my throat as her dimples appear following her toothy grin. Mustering up as much courage as I possibly can I let my hand fall upon her waist pulling her further into my legs. “I don’t have one.” I manage to breathe out as her breath hitches.

I watch as Tara’s eyes fall to my lips, her tongue running over her own. “Just kiss me.” I whisper surprised at my own confidence.

But confidence is key as Tara’s lips connect with my own, her hands leaving my jaw to tangle themselves in my hair as I squeeze her waist gently.

Capturing her tongue with mine is something that I had yet to even imagine, the feeling of euphoria rushing through every nerve in my body.

Only when breathing becomes a problem do I pull back and grin at the flushed face of the brown eyed girl before me.

“Your beautiful.” I sigh moving a hand to her cheek and caressing it lightly. Her lips twitch upwards as she shrugs. “Your cheek is still not treated. Let me finish my job and we can finish this later.” She teases softly before leaning in to peck my lips once again.

“And I promise you. We will.”

[supper-ansuta-broth]

Time for a post about something I've been personally researching for a while!

In most cases, there are three ways to exit a live. In the first (and most common) case, the song is completed, the player is taken to the live results screen, and depending on their performance, is either granted credit and rewards for completing the song, or is taken back to the song selection screen.

The second way to exit a live is a little more common among players who are frustrated with their current performance in the live: simply hitting the pause button mid-song and exiting out of the live, losing whatever BP they may have used and forfeiting the chance to get any rewards at all.

But there’s a third, less known-about way to exit a live, and that’s achieved through closing out of the app entirely. If a player starts a live then, at any point during the live, exits out of the app and allows it to close completely or refresh, upon opening the app again the player is greeted with the normal splash screens and startup loading sequence. And when all of it is over, the player is given a text box asking them if they’d like to forfeit the live, much like option 2, or if they’d like to continue the live where they last left off.

This function, as it turns out, has some strange impacts on gameplay. For one thing, if you had the 3D MV turned on for this live, the MV will be disabled, instead being replaced by the card CG of whatever card you had in your Performer spot.

But this function also has another, lesser known consequence that, although it doesn’t seriously impact gameplay in most cases, can make for some strange or interesting occurrences that wouldn’t otherwise happen during a normal live.

So, let’s talk about it. In this post, I’m going to be discussing a phenomenon I like to call the “Re-Entered Live Start Timestamp”, or the RLST for short.

(Disclaimer: This post focuses on the Japanese version of Ensemble Stars!! Music, and not everything here may apply to other versions of the game (most relevant here being the English Ensemble Stars!! version). Thus, I cannot confirm if anything mentioned in this post will work for any other version of Ensemble Stars!! Music. Additionally, everything in this post is completely irrelevant to Ensemble Stars!! Basic. If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask and I’ll answer whatever I can.)

So, let’s break down this term piece by piece.

The “Re-Entered Live” part is easy enough to understand. Like I talked about in the intro, a re-entered live is a state of live gameplay in which the player has exited out of the app, allowed the app to refresh, or through some other means, has been booted back to the startup screens and has chosen to continue a live. Easy enough.

But, what about that “Start Timestamp” part? This is where we have to discuss some theoretical ways the game itself functions, specifically as it relates to handling how far a player has progressed into a live. So, keep in mind that I don’t know exactly how the game works in regards to this subject, or why they work this way. These are simply my observations about the game, and my assumptions as to why these decisions were made.

In very basic terms, each song that can be played in a live has a certain duration attached to it. The game keeps track of how far a player is into the song by keeping track of this time. In a perfect system, if a player were to exit out of the app and re-enter the live they were in, the game would take them to the exact timestamp where they left off, and they would be able to continue playing as normal.

Ninety-nine percent of the time, this is the case. However, there are certain things the player can do, and certain songs the player can select, that will make this system behave a little strangely.

Recall that, upon re-entering a live after closing and reopening the app, 3D MVs are disabled for the remainder of the live and replaced with a still card CG. In most cases, this changes very little about the song in question, and the live can be played as normal with little impact to the player.

However, there are certain songs with certain attributes about them that would make this transition inconvenient for the player. Specifically, there are several songs in the game with long opening cutscenes preceding the actual music, and there are several songs in the game with alternate versions depending on the presentation mode selected, especially ones that show up in the YouTube 3D anime selections, like Crossroad or Checkmate.

These songs, and actually every song in the game, has a specific point which tells the game “if a player exits out of the app and re-opens the live before this point, skip them ahead to this point, usually just before the song starts”. This timestamp is the one I like to call the RLST. Essentially, if you enter a live, and then immediately quit out of the app before the song even has a chance to start, the game will put you forward in time to the RLST and allow you to continue the live from there.

There are a few guidelines that the RLST must follow:

It cannot be negative. (Obviously.)

It must start at some point before the earliest possible note in any given difficulty (that is to say, the RLST cannot skip notes). And,

A player must not be able to backwarp (i.e. skip backwards) to the RLST, only forwards.

For most songs, the RLST is so close to the timestamp 0:00 that it would be almost undetectable unless you were literally counting frames between start times. However, there are a few examples of songs with very noticeable RLSTs, and some that are more convenient and even comical than others. I’ll go through a few examples here.

1. Noir Neige

The song Noir Neige, the second of the Christmas shuffle unit songs, is pretty well-known for having a 20 second long intro cutscene at the beginning of the song, with no dialogue or even music to accompany it, one of the longest in the game. Although nowhere near the top spot for taking the longest amount of time to, for lack of a better term, “get on with it”, it does take the top spot (as far as I’m aware) for the longest intro in a live with absolutely no inputs, including its Special difficulty version. However, by using the RLST to one’s advantage, one can skip this cutscene altogether, as the RLST for this specific song is placed directly between the cutscene’s end and the song’s beginning, thus bypassing the need to sit through Ritsu handing his brother a pomegranate twenty-seven times.

Unfortunately, though, this doesn’t appear to save any time when grinding lives, unless your device is prone to lag with 3D MVs enabled. In fact, it takes significantly longer to start up the app again after closing it than it would to simply wait out the cutscene. However, if you happen to be playing during an event and need a quick song to use 10 BP on and come back to later, this may be a good option for you, considering that if you let the app close after starting the live, upon your return you won’t need to sit through that long cutscene, making this otherwise lengthy song a bit more manageable at just over 2 minutes.

I should also mention here that Hamtaro tottoko uta, although also having a ridiculously long opening cutscene at just over forty seconds, has its RLST set at just before the opening clock chime at the beginning of the cutscene, considering for the higher difficulties, this opening cutscene is charted. Therefore, this same trick cannot be applied there, despite its cutscene being double the length of Noir Neige’s.

2. Nekketsu☆Ryusei Ninpouchou

Nekketsu☆Ryusei Ninpouchou is another event song with an opening cutscene, although this one is significantly shorter. Since this is pretty much the same case as Noir Neige’s opening cutscene, I won’t go as in-depth here, but the RLST for this song is placed after the point with the beeping, AR Mode screen. Again, it would take significantly longer to reload the app than it would to simply sit through the cutscene, and it wouldn’t save that much time during event grinding like Noir Neige would, but it’s still a nice oddity to note.

Additionally, other songs with opening cutscenes may have them skipped via their RLST placements, so unless there’s anything notable like in the next few examples, they probably won’t get called out by name. So, consider this an acknowledgement of all of them.

3. Ryou Kataomoi no Kousaten de, Kimi ni Mata Aitakute

Along with having a comically long title, the song for the Koisuru♡Scramble April Fools 2024 event has a comically placed RLST as well. Upon closing out of the app after entering this song, players may be horrified to find that the song has placed them directly on top of a double note, meaning if you aren’t quick enough, or if your timing is off, you may miss it altogether. As far as I’m aware, this is the only song with RLST placement like this, although some other songs’ RLSTs may be placed in such a way that the first notes of a song are visible. Although slightly cruel, the rest of the song is forgiving enough that you can rapidly tap your screen as the unpause timer counts down and be fine for the most part.

4. ROCK ROAR

This song is a good showcase of the second purpose of having an RLST: normalizing the restarting of every version of the same song. Some songs, like ROCK ROAR, have several versions that can be played: in this case, one with a 3D MV like the rest of the songs in the game, and one with a “Movie” MV, which here is a clip of the Crossroad Selection series in which this song plays. The clip used also has a short introduction that plays before the song starts. Unlike the previous few examples, however, the RLST doesn’t necessarily skip ahead of this cutscene. Instead, it seems to play a version of the song that’s been cleaned of any excess sound effects and dialogue from the Crossroad episode in which it was featured, sounds that are heard if you let the movie version of the MV play normally. This effect is present in several other songs, including We’ll be “Knights”, one that doesn’t have an opening cutscene, but a closing one, that is silenced entirely upon closing the app and re-entering a live.

These aren’t every example by far, but they’re some of my favourites.

There are a few other consequences of re-entering a live after exiting the app, but none I’ve seen so far have been as in-depth and scarcely documented as this. It’s also unclear whether or not this is actually an intentional feature by the developers, an unwelcome necessity in programming, or if it’s simply an oversight (especially in the case of example 3 discussed earlier).

Regardless of the reason why the RLST exists, it’s a fascinating quirk about a game full of little quirks that pique my interest. I hope that, in discussing how the RLST functions, I’ve sparked some interest in this niche mechanic of Ensemble Stars!! Music. If I have, feel free to tell me about it through an ask, or if you have any questions, I’d love to hear those, too.

Thank you all so much for reading, and happy playing!

(Here's a clip of #3 in action, too:)

[georgiapeach30513]

Jen, marketing anon from last night!

I came to clarify some comments because I do not want people running to your page and miscontruing things and then bombarding you for no reason. There’s another blog on here that I’ve seen who works in the industry and she was not impressed with the interview either.

This is just my opinion and I am not confirming anything was scripted. But I can tell you I am 1000% sure that interviewer was reading from a page and she looked very very awkward and almost unrehearsed. It bothers me because she works for access Hollywood and they should know beyond better in my opinion.

I work in marketing, yes. My industry is tech - which means the people I work with are usually engineering nerds gone corporate. Very different vibes lol. But we just did a video recently celebrating a partnership with a very prominent bank and our CEO and the client participated in the video. They appeared in the video to be “answering questions” and bless them both, couldn’t make it more obvious they were reading from something on a screen (it’s in the eye contact). Also - the camera pointing right at them while they stare to their left and shift back and forth makes it even more obvious. However, these people are not entertainers, reporters, or actors. Them being awkward on screen is a little less cringe but still meh when this stuff gets posted on YT and Facebook.

Like I mentioned, I can tell that 1000% the AH interviewer is reading off something. Her eyes shifting back and forth and she’s clearly not staring at the camera though the camera is on her face directly. Something was awkward about it but she’s reporting for AH so that’s even more weird to me how unprofessional and very not camera comfortable she looked.

As for CE, he at least looked like he was answering from memory or making it look as such - but he is an actor. That’s what he’s supposed to do.

But I’ll say this: The way he sounded during most of the interview…wasn’t great. I’m not hating on him and I know he’s just doing what he’s told, answering questions that she asked him - but I mentioned the cut away from his face as he started to talk about “personal” stuff was very telling.

Old footage, as he talks over the images that basically don’t have anything to do with the dog food he’s promoting was interesting. To me, it felt like a shoehorn. You don’t see his face as he’s saying the personal stuff and people hear him mention someone’s name. Again.

In marketing, we often have to “insert topic” and add a word or name or buzz topic when we push or promote a campaign. Our writers and social media marketers have to somehow mention what we need mentioned somewhere in the promotion. It can be done in many ways and the intent is always to make it look organic but many times, it feels the opposite. When you’ve been in the field for a bit you can usually pick out the obvious tells of a marketing push, which is why I wanted to send that ask to you last night. Something sincerely doesn’t feel right about all this and I do feel bad because I can see fans who care so much about a celeb being upset that they’re getting yanked around.

But business is business. Please take care of your own mental health if something like this is truly getting to you.

I can’t put words into other people’s mouths but if my boss saw this interview and she was approving it to go live - she would have asked them to re record and ask him to put more life into it. 😂 Also, if the questions were pre approved he could have had a ghost writer come up with something more substantial to say. If this was coming from the heart, well…

Like you mentioned yesterday, that energy he had with his old costar at the walk of fame ceremony was what you can’t fake. He seems like a man who truly wears his emotions and heart on his sleeve and he was genuinely happy and fond of seeing his friend.

This interview though? Yikes. Again, people will see and hear what they want and take what they want from this.

I give this interview a 2/10 as well. 😝

Agree with all your points. To me it’s obvious she was reading from a script. The camera was too close to her face and we see her awkwardly looking to the side. He however, as you mention, does seem to at least “know his lines”. I don’t think it’s absurd to think these questions were pre approved and that he had his speaking points and what he was okay mentioning.

[hyewka]

THE 3K HYEWKA SPECIAL — ★

INTRO. soooo..the blog hit 3000 followers a day ago which is like, still incredibly wild to me because as someone who was just an avid reader on tumblr i felt like the things i wanted to write, so few would enjoy and actually consume. and for the ten months ive experienced being a creator on tumblr, that seems to be such a popular mindset of people who want to write but haven’t written, the fear of putting in some effort and not have it returned back with love.

then i decided with all things considered, i would center this event around things you don’t usually see on the smut side of moablr (yes…yes i couldn’t come up with a better name than kink buffet). big age gaps, stepcest, tentacle, love making (vanilla but we don’t see it enough do we?), professor x student, hybrid, name anything and i’ll write it—hell, i’ll even write golden showers lol

it doesn’t have to be the filthiest fantasy you’ve had, thats not the point—just anything you’ve been really wanting, as a present from me to you <3

here’s a random kink prompt list you could use for reference, you don’t have to use it but its just there if you need words you can’t find

RULES/REMINDERS. (read this before requesting!!!!)

1. what i end up writing might not end up being what you wanted, in which case i hope you don’t send a second ask almost like you’re prompting me for a re-do. these aren’t commissions, i’m gonna always add an element that makes it enjoyable for me to write.

2. if you request, and i answer, please please please please reblog with some sort of feedback. you dont have to say its your ask, but please give some feedback. make a new blog if you really cant reblog smut on your main account or even just send an ask saying you enjoyed it or liked it if you do 🥲

3. i would appreciate if requests aren’t too long and limited to just a few sentences but if you really feel like dumping more, then go on 😭

4. anything i write because of this event might not be written for ever again—like i’m allowing daddy kinks/sugar daddy au’s but i’m not going to accept requests for that beyond this event.

OTHER THINGS.

the main event is the drabbles and fics, but there’s more to it too!

# kink buffet: q&a

questions about starting out on tumblr, writing tips, release dates, or personal life

# kink buffet: porn links

self explanatory. send porn links and the member you’re thinking of!

# kink buffet: fic rec

if you have any recommendations and want to rave about it to someone; me! im the person!!!!

# kink buffet: rant

had the worst sex of your life? first time didn’t go well? or just general rants of day to day life—i’ll listen and give advice if asked 😭

THE END.

asks for this event regarding the drabbles will be closed by september 16th, i’ll extend it only if i feel like i can manage more.

masterlist for the event.

[pancakes4lifer]

Miss Circle x Daughter!Reader

Repost! Because why not?

~Re-blogs would be sweet~

Warnings: Possibly a little violence (Angst)

Hc:

(Y/n) calls Miss Circle by her teacher name (Miss), not by mother, mom, or anything like that.

(Y/n) looks very similar to Miss Circle (Claws, etc)

MISS CIRCLE / Daughter!Student READER

“Please.. I just need one mor-!”

. . .

(Y/n) fiddled with their pencil, narrowing their eye(s?) at the question.

‘Didn’t I practice on this..?’

‘Mother wouldn’t hurt me.. Right-?’

(Y/n) sighed, scrawling down a random answer.

‘Right. She won’t.’

RIIIINNNG!

Everybody’s head’s snapped up, including (Y/n)’s.

“(Y/n)? Your test, please.” 

(Y/n) turned around, looking at Miss Bloomie with alarm.

“But..” (Y/n) sighed yet again, handing over the unfinished test with a trembling claw.

Miss Bloomie snatched up the test handing (Y/n) another sheet of paper.

“I expect you to turn this into your mother.” Miss Bloomie replied sternly, tapping the paper with her claw before turning away.

(Y/n) let out a breath of relief as Miss Bloomie walked back up the classroom to yell at Abbie, who looked horrified.

‘Poor Abbie. He tried.’ (Y/n) sniffed, turning the paper over, their eyes widening in horror at the words across the sheet.

F, I expected more, (Y/n).

(Y/n) slammed the paper on its front faster than they could process. 

‘Not again-! She’ll kill me!’ (Y/n) dug their claws into their head, frustrated. ‘I need to hide it before she can see.’ (Y/n) sprang up from their chair, raising their claw(hand) in the air.

“MISS BLOOMIE! I NEED TO USE TH-”

“GO AHEAD!” Miss Bloomie screeched back, seeming ticked off at being interrupted. (Y/n) nodded quickly before tucking the paper underneath their jacket and hurrying outside.

‘Her office is somewhere down to the left..’ (Y/n) made a sharp turn. ‘She should be teaching now, right?’

(Y/n) looked down briefly, fumbling with the key she was given to enter the office. As soon as (Y/n) got a firm (well, firm if you had a claw of the hand) grip on the key, they slid it into the lock, stepping inside the office nervously. (Y/n) blinked, taking out the sheet of now-crumbled paper and gently placing it underneath all of Miss Circle’s documents.

‘There, that was way easier than I thought.’ (Y/n) rubbed their claws together in excitement, dashing out of the room right after. ‘Mother will never find those..’ (Y/n) tipped their head, forcing a smile. ‘..At least not for a while. I’ll explain to her later.’

~Short time skip, maybe a week?~

(Y/n) sat next to Engel and Claire, the new student. 

“Of course! This place is pretty nice when you get to know everybody!” (Y/n) said cheerfully, taking a bite out of their apple. ‘How strange.. Claire seems to only be paying attention to Engel.’ (Y/n) put their head on their backpack, bored.

“May ‘(Y/n)’ please go to Miss Circle’s office?”

 Miss Grace’s voice rang throughout the school, sending alarm through (Y/n). (Y/n) quickly stood up, looking nervous.

“..Are you ok?” Engel asked nervously. The boy had looked quite startled by the sudden call.

(Y/n) smiled bitterly, starting to walk away. “I’ll be fine.” Engel nodded at those words, watching closely as (Y/n) left the cafeteria.

‘What could mother want from me now..? I completed all those quizzes already.’ (Y/n)’s thoughts wandered around as they made their way into the office, where Miss Circle was waiting.

“(Y/n).” Miss Circle’s voice was almost... Soft, as she looked at them. “Please, sit down.”

(Y/n) froze, their eyes widening. “Mo-Miss Circle? Is something wro-?”

“I SAID. Sit.” Miss Circle banged the compass(her hand weapon thingy) On the table, denting it.

(Y/n) yelped in fear and sat down quickly. “Ok, ok! Please..” (Y/n) trailed off under Miss Circle’s glare.

“Explain this to me.” Miss Circle held up a crumbled sheet of paper, which had a huge ‘F’ written on it.

“OH-I um.. It’s not mine..?” (Y/n) stuttered, quivering. “I don’t kno-”

“(Y/N). DO. NOT. LIE.” Miss Circle raised her voice, agitated. 

(Y/n) wilted, looking down at their claws. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to get.. That.. grade.” (Y/n) shut their mouth as Miss Circle continued.

“You already know what we do to failing students.” Miss Circle scrowled, dropping the paper. (Y/n)’s stood up, taking a few steps back. “Wait-! Mot-Miss Circle I-I can-” (Y/n)’s sentence turned into a scream of fear as Miss Circle brought her compass down next to her, narrowly missing. 

“I can’t excuse anyone from a failing grade, especially not in this school!” Miss Circle screeched back. “Not even my own.. Daughter.” She muttered, her angry expression turning briefly into one of.. Guilt? Remorse? It didn’t matter. (Y/n) had to die as her punishment for hiding a grade that terrible. 

(Y/n) let out a sound of protest as they tumbled back into the wall, shivering. “Mother, please! Give me one more chance!” (Y/n) wailed back, covering her face.

It didn’t help. Nothing could have helped as the sharp needle crashed into (Y/n). 

Soon enough, it was all over. Miss Circle stared at (Y/n) (what was left) with a sharp gaze. 

“It was your fault. Not mine.” Miss Circle said quietly, stepping back from the scene. “It was your… fau…” She couldn’t take it. She killed her own daughter just because of a grade..? ‘It was the right thing to do.. Right?’ Miss Circle looked away, beginning to walk. 

“It was your fault.”

“I had no choice.”

“You brought this upon yourself.”

Oh, how haunting this would be for the rest. of. her. life.

and done! Thanks for reading! (reblogs would be super cool)

[builtbybrokenbells]

belladonna | ii

Too beautiful to resist, and too deadly to survive; the tragic tale of belladonna in all its glory.

Masterlist | Taglist

Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!reader, f!reader x OC

Word Count: 11k

Warnings: mentions of toxic/abusive parents, mentions of/toxic relationships, gaslighting/manipulative phrases, arguing/fighting, mentions of criminal activity/criminal records, poverty, mentions of physical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of AA/NA, addictions, use of/mentions of drugs, mentions of relapsing, mentions of OD, mentions of drinking, flirting, mentions of hookups/sex, smoking, depression/anxiety, mental health struggles, swearing, sorry if I miss any!!

hi lovelies 🤍 back again with some more belladonna… been going through some things and this story has been a fantastic outlet for me. i hope you’re all liking it so far. as always, enjoy, be kind and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻

April 4th, 2022

Your fingers trembled as you held your phone in your hand, your stomach positively sick with anxiety as you wished you never sent the message at all. You wracked your brain for answers on why you were so stupid as you re-read the message a million times.

Was it too forward? Was he just being nice and didn’t actually want you to text him? Why were so naïve to believe someone like him would actually like someone like you?

You

So you really want to hear about Utah, huh?

‘What a fucking stupid thing to say.’ You cursed yourself, wondering if maybe there was an unsend option on the text. As you fumbled around, looking for an easy way out of the hole you had just dug for yourself, you debated throwing your phone out the window and skipping town, just to never chance the opportunity to run into him again. As you paced your living room, questioning every single life choice you’d ever made, your phone buzzed in your hand.

All of a sudden, the noise seemed to disappear. The never ending buzz of anxious thoughts slowed to a stop, and your hands turned clammy. You were so nervous that your brain had short circuited, and not even the relentless overthinking remained.

Somehow, the silence seemed worse than the sound of your own mind.

Unknown

I do.

Unknown

Always thought it was nothing but mormons and beehives, but now I know that incredibly beautiful girls live there, too.

Unknown

Well, used to, anyway. Maybe you were the only interesting thing about the place.

The triple text would normally send you running, but coming from him, it felt like winning the lottery. You could not contain the smile on your face as you typed back a response, the nervous jitters suddenly turning into excitement.

You

I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know, but you’ll have to tell me about Michigan, too.

You

All I know is that Detroit is a shithole, and you gave us Stevie Wonder.

Unknown

Tough crowd. Guess I’ll have to change your mind about it.

You

You can try, but I can’t make any promises.

Unknown

I’ll have to make it good, then.

You

Seems so, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting ;)

April 21st, 2022

“You think John is ever going to fix this lousy fuckin’ window?” Vincent grumbled, dropping the roll of tape in his hand for the tenth time. You rolled your eyes, bending down to pick it up for him. Before responding, you climbed in the booth beside him, leaning into him and holding the plastic wrap straight. He turned his head down towards you, giving you a smile at the close proximity. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to; you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“He was going to, and then they told him it would be two thousand dollars.” You reminded him, watching as he ripped the tape between his teeth. He reached upwards, taping down the top corner and securing it in place. “So the plastic will have to do.”

“For a sheet of glass? Are they in-fuckin’-sane?” He placed down another sheet of duct tape, and you let your arms fall back to your sides.

“Who knew it would be so expensive for some sand?” You chuckled, flattening out the bottom corner so he could do the same thing with it. He paused for a moment, his face contorting into an expression of confusion. For a second, his head cocked to the side as he tried to relate the two topics.

“Sand?” You looked up at him, confused at his confusion.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, giving a small nod. “That’s how glass is made.”

“You’re messing with me,” he said, weary of your words. Your lips upturned into a small smile, but you shook your head.

“No, I swear to it.” You promised, finding his surprise oddly charming. You did not mind that Vincent didn’t always know what you were talking about, and you never minded having to explain it to him. Making him feel bad about not knowing something would not get either of you anywhere, and educating him on it was a fun little pastime. He didn’t graduate high school, and he thought you were a genius; it was a win-win for both of you, as you got to feel smart, and he got to learn something new. After a moment, he began to tape down the next corner.

“Huh,” he muttered to himself, taking in all that you were telling him. “That’s… kind of cool, actually. Guess I never really had to know how glass is made.” You gave a small shrug, sliding out of the booth and on the other side. You stood, holding the sheet taut so it wouldn’t sag. He got in behind you, certainly a little closer than he needed to, but you didn’t say a word. As of late, Vincent had been awfully distant, and you felt guilty in admitting that you missed him. Maybe not the relentless flirting, but definitely the constant company.

In truth, you hadn’t reached out to him much, either. The conversation in the kitchen paired with your ogling of Danny had driven a stake between you two. Well, that, and the fact that you had taken Danny up on his offer to talk about Utah the minute you got home from that fateful afternoon shift. Since then, you’d spent an awful amount of time texting him, and when the time allowed for it, calling him. When you weren’t preoccupied with him, your nose was buried in a journal, and your fingers were clasped around a pen. It seemed as though the minute Danny stepped into your life, your desire to write hit you with a new-found force.

When you weren’t writing or calling Danny, your weekly Narcotics Anonymous meetings filled the empty time slots, and of course, your shifts at the Fox. For once, your life seemed pleasantly balanced with work and play, and the play was finally enjoyable. In the last three weeks, your free time had grown into something you cherished rather than something you coped with; as you always liked to say, spare time was the mentally ill’s biggest enemy. Three weeks ago, when you weren’t working, you sat in your apartment most nights, tapping your foot against the floor or rolling around in bed to pass the time. Freedom was a curse to someone who’s only ever known how to abuse it. Your shifts at the Foxhole were your favorite part of the day, because it ensured you would get to socialize (even if it was rude bickering with Katie), that you would have something to eat, and most of all, you would have a distraction.

Eighteen months of (rocky) sobriety had taught you one thing: after so long living life a certain way, you had no idea what to do with yourself now that you could not give in to the temptation of substance.

Aside from drinking, you had cut out every other illicit substance that you could think of, and even when you drank, you had to be incredibly mindful of how much you consumed, and more specifically, how often you consumed it. Although alcohol was not your biggest vice, it was a habit that you did not need to take to. Plus, it was a certain pathway to even worse decisions, and you were not wealthy enough to afford any bad decisions. Now that you were living your life so straight, it brought up some hard truths, the biggest being that you had no idea who you were when you were not high, or desperately searching for one. For a very long time, until you could find that piece of yourself again, being alone with your own thoughts was equal to torture.

Now, you had found a spark of life in the company of a certain curly headed boy who made your heart do backflips when he said your name.

He did not solve all of your issues, and you never expected him to. He did, however, make them a whole lot easier to digest. His joyful voice and his sweet words were addicting, more so than any substance you had ever tried, and his happiness was infectious. You had spent so long believing that all you knew how to feel was misery, but since meeting him, you wondered if maybe misery was not your only friend, but rather the very thing you chose to surround yourself with. One thing you had learned about yourself was that you were incredibly impressionable, and that was evident in many of your life choices. As of recent, you began to wonder if your misery came from yourself, or if it bled into you from the people you allowed yourself to be around.

It was a tough topic, and an answer was not certain; perhaps you were just excited about having someone around that made you feel things that only substance knew how to do, and maybe that was why you were so happy. Yes, before Danny, life was bleak, and the people constantly surrounding you were known to be negative and pessimistic (and that was putting it lightly), but you still chose to believe that Vincent and Dylan were not the source of your misery, for you had felt it long before they showed up in your life. No matter which it was, you still cared deeply about them and wanted to spend time with them, but you did have to admit that the lack of constant anger and emotion was very nice. Plus, it was always a bonus when you weren’t tripping over yourself to clean them up after a bar fight, or break down their front door to drag them to NA with you.

“Where’ve you been, anyway?” Vincent asked, stretching his arms upwards to run a long line of tape across the edge of the plastic film covering the window. As if on instinct, your eyes drifted downwards to the flash of a toned stomach peeking out from under his black shirt. You swallowed hard, forcing your eyes away from him and reminding yourself that you absolutely, under no circumstance, could give in to that temptation.

“What do you mean?” You avoided the topic as if it were the plague. He made sure that the covering of the window was airtight, giving a huff of satisfaction as he looked it over. A few weeks ago, a couple of kids thought it would be funny to throw rocks at windows, but did not seem to understand the implications of their actions. Now, you were all suffering from the frigid weather seeping in through the shattered glass.

“Haven’t seen much of you, lately.” You climbed down from the booth, steadying yourself on your feet before turning to face him again. You gave a shrug, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’ve been writing a lot.” You admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips. He looked back over his shoulder, his brown curls sweeping down over his forehead and falling into his line of sight. His eyes were happy, as if the statement had given him his daily dose of hope. The world seemed right when you were writing, but you feared if he knew the truth behind your motivation, it would break his heart beyond recognition.

“It’s Thursday night.” He stated, straightening up for a moment. “Did you bring anything?”

“It is,” you nodded slowly, reaching into your apron. You pulled out one of the things inside, and his smile grew at the sight of a ripped out journal page. “How could I forget?”

“Shall we begin?” He asked, motioning to the empty dining room. The night was dark outside, and you did not expect any customers for the foreseeable future. Katie was ‘sick’ again, to no one’s surprise, and Dylan was only half-occupied with emptying the grease traps under the grill. You could see him lazily working through the kitchen window, too uninvolved in the moment to realize you were both staring at him.

Every Thursday night was always a safe bet for your own homemade version of slam poetry. Katie was almost always ‘sick’, and the boys were always looking for an excuse to get out of working (not like they were ever over-exerting themselves, anyway). Over a year ago, they had found out the real reason you’d moved to the city, and since then, they had done everything in their power to encourage you to keep going. They were your biggest fans, and although your work was extremely personal to you, you found a happy medium to share it with them comfortably. When the evening rush died down, you took post on a booth, dramatically recounting whatever torturous things that had been ravishing your brain. By doing this, it ensured you would always write enough to form a single poem, and it fulfilled their need to be included in the process.

Some weeks, it was funny blurbs about the pigeons fighting over an empty dime bag in the parking lot of the Pony, or the mice on the subway dragging dropped food three times their size. Other times, it was heavier, and much more meaningful; stories about your own recovery, or your family’s devastatingly bad relationships with each other. Oftentimes, you took symbolism from sitting in the nearly empty hall during NA meetings, sipping at bitter, cold coffee while listening to people tell stories of how badly they fucked their own life up. Other times, you drew inspiration from your audience’s very own struggle, to which they never seemed to catch on to.

You tried to keep the heavier topics few and far between, because they were just that. When the words were in the air, it laid heavy over the three of you. Misery was a concrete blanket that all of you had grown comfortable underneath, but it did not mean you liked to exist within it constantly. But, every now and again, you realized that sharing something with substance was exactly what your heart craved, and you ripped out a page all about your own suffering to share with the world for a moment.

Tonight was that night, and after weeks of meaningless conversation about the birds and the leaves on trees, you knew you had to share something with meaning. Before work that night, you grabbed a poem to share, but it was not without great hesitation. You had no problem talking about your own journey with sobriety, or your Narcotics Anonymous escapades. You did not even care about discussing your gruesome experiences in the detox room in the county hospitals, nor the mornings waking up with shaking limbs and sweaty skin. That was something the other two knew, and what they had seen of you already. You were not sharing anything that they did not know about, and if anything, you were sharing something that could directly relate to them, and something that carved the very foundation of your friendships.

The poem you had chosen tonight was none of those things, and instead about the thing in the world you hated talking about most; your mother.

Of course, they knew bits and pieces of your own tragedies, and they understood the grand aspect of your miserable childhood, but she was a monster in your closet that was bigger than all of the others, and she was one you were so afraid of that it nearly paralyzed you.

So why had you chosen such a touchy topic?

That was the begging question, after all, but that was an answer you did not have. Sometimes, the pain was so large that it seemed to engulf every other feeling or emotion in your body, and it felt like if you did not get it off your chest, you would explode and become nothing, just like she always expected of you. Instead of letting it consume you, you decided to speak it aloud, and hopefully by doing so, ease some of the discomfort that was steadily accumulating in your chest.

Well, that, and it was nearly her birthday, and birthdays are the absolute fucking worst.

“Dylan!” Vincent shouted, barrelling a balled up rag through the kitchen window. It knocked Dylan in the top of the head, not causing any harm, but definitely catching him off guard. He looked up, shocked at the sudden outburst, pausing the music playing from his smashed up phone.

“The fuck was that for?”

“It’s Thursday night,” he said in a tone that seemed like he was begging for a fight. “Get the fuck out here and listen to the lady read her poem.” Dylan’s eyes lit up as if he’d almost forgotten, too. He threw a kitchen towel over his shoulder, covering one strap of his torn, dirty white tank top. He took a step towards the swinging door, and moved to join you in the dining room. He grabbed a chair from a table, moving it in front of the booth you were standing at, then swinging it around and sitting down. Vincent gave a nod of approval, a small smile forming on his lips as he turned his head towards you.

Vincent and Dylan were friends, but under the surface, you knew it ran much deeper than that. They were brothers, and although they were not born from the same family, they understood each other better than their own kin. They fought, and arguing was almost their only form of communication, but it was meaningful to them. Their harsh words were not meant to harm, but rather because that was the only way they knew how to express themselves. Their addictions and attitudes made them more alike than even they could even comprehend, and you knew that despite the troubles that landed them in their current position, they would always have each other to lean on.

“What do you have for us tonight, doll?” Dylan asked, leaning his chest into the back of the chair, showing you his attention was only on you. You sat down on the edge of the booth table, the poorly secured plastic wrap on the window giving you a luminescent background. The moonlight scattered across the rippled material, sending waves of white light through the dining room. You left the main lights off almost always, because the fluorescent bulbs were nothing but a further irritant to your already bothered mind. The outside streetlights and moon worked on one side of the dining room, and the kitchen lights filled in the other side. John didn’t care, because your habit seemed to cut loads of money off of his electricity bills.

“I have,” you started, unfolding the paper as you cleared your throat for dramatic effect. “A tragic tale about seeing the parts you hate most about your mother in your reflection when you look in a mirror.”

“Oh?” Vincent asked, raising an eyebrow. That was definitely not what he had expected to come out of your mouth, but he wasn’t necessarily unhappy about it. He knew how much it bothered you, and how little you cared for talking about it.

“Guess all of that misery always comes back to the same thing.” You muttered.

“Don’t make me cry, Angel, cause that’ll be a poor sight for all of us to see.” Dylan warned, a joking smile on his lips. That was one reason you loved to share your sadness with them; it was always lighthearted, because they knew sympathy was not what you needed. If you wanted a shoulder to cry on, you would go to a therapist and allow them to tell you how it wasn’t your fault, and you were so strong for ensuring what you did. You broke up the monotony of depression with laughter and insults towards the subject of the conversation, and sometimes even each other. It helped you swallow down the pain that always seemed to be stuck in your throat, and it was the only thing that helped you move on.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy.” Vincent scoffed, rolling his eyes. Dylan shot him a look of warning, reaching one arm out and giving him a forceful shove. Vincent stumbled slightly, as he’d always been the smaller of the two, and his eyes darkened with anger in a split second. Instead of jumping forward and fighting back, he took a moment to realize the situation. He deemed his desire to hear your writing more important than defending himself, and instead took a deep breath, steadying himself and planting his feet firmly on the ground. He looked at you, forcing a pleasant expression as he tried to reassure you of his intent to listen.

You could never tell him, but in those few seconds, you were proud of him. You wished he could demonstrate that ability more often, but critical thinking was never Vincent’s forte.

“Are the judges ready?” You asked, changing the topic before he had too much time to dwell. Or, perhaps you were trying to avoid the emotion blossoming in your chest for Vincent. Either way, you knew it was best to move on and move forward, because neither outcome to the situation was ideal. When faced between falling further for Vincent, or him doing something that would ultimately force you out of love, it was a lose-lose.

“Whenever you are, sweetheart.” Vincent said, leaning against the counter as he waited for you to begin. You took a deep breath, crossing your ankles as you tried to calm your nerves. You held the paper in your shaking hands as you began to read the first line.

“Born from the very heart that was destined to be my demise,

I stand in front of the mirror and wonder if I have my mothers eyes.” You started, looking up over the top of the crumpled shirt to gauge the reaction. Dylan’s face was stony, as if he was trying to process the words without any emotion getting in the way. Vincent looked as if he wanted to speak, but shook his head at himself and looked towards the ground. He wanted to argue, to denounce the idea and assure you that you were nothing like her, but he knew it was not his place, even if he wished it was.

“Walking the earth that I now know not to touch

Tell me, how do I navigate this wasteland without a mothers crutch?”

“It is a fuckin’ wasteland, isn’t it?” Dylan interjected, smiling to ease the tension. You gave a nod of agreement, chuckling slightly before you continued on.

“For she has told me that all I know is ruin,

and that I have such catastrophic feelings

for such a tiny human.” You took in a shaky breath, the line hitting you harder than you thought it would after saying it aloud. You looked up again, catching Vincent’s eyes for a moment. He had a small look of confusion on his face, but seemed as though he didn’t want to speak. After a while, he eventually aired out his thoughts.

“You’re not tiny, though.” He said, cocking his head to the side. “I mean, not like that, but you’re… You’re a regular sized adult.” You let out a small giggle, finding the interjection a good source of comedic relief.

“It’s a metaphor, dumbass. Her mom makes her feel tiny, she doesn’t mean she’s actually tiny.” Dylan explained, sparking another nerve in Vincent. “Right?” He looked back to you for clarification.

“That’s a good point, Dyl.” You complimented him, pondering the idea. “I meant it more like she was telling me that when I was a little kid, but I like that too.” You smiled.

“Shove it, you fuckin’ know it all.” Vincent sneered, but it was playful. You laughed at the banter. One thing you absolutely adored about the Thursday night routine was that it not only allowed you to share your work with people who cared, but also seemed to teach them a little more about the craft you loved so deeply. Neither of them finished high school, and it was something that bothered them deeply, even if they didn’t say it aloud. You could see the frustration, especially in Vincent, when he couldn’t understand the figurative language and literary devices you were using. With time, you saw the frustration turn into curiosity, and it made your heart soar with joy. “Anyway, continue.” He said, smiling. You gave a nod, happy to move on as a collective.

“With backhanded attitude, she convinces me that the monster in the closet

Is none other than my own avid imagination, and that I am my own worst enemy

When I point my finger at her to correct the blame, she laughs as if I have it misconstrued.” You spoke slowly, allowing them to grasp on to every word. When they had no further input aside from nods and hums of agreement, you began again.

“But that I am not, and I know I have never been

The monster does not live inside my head,

because—“ you were cut off by the door opening, sending the shrill chime echoing against the walls. Your head whipped around to face the entrance, your heart pounding against your chest. You were so involved in the reading that you almost seemed to forget where you were. You scrambled to stand, ready to shove the paper back in your pocket and pretend the scene had never happened, but then you caught sight of the familiar head of brown, curly hair. When the silhouette of his big nose came into view, your cheeks began burning red for a whole new reason. Danny was standing in the doorway, seemingly curious as to what was going on.

“S-sorry, Danny.” You stuttered, giving a chuckle. “Come in, sit down.” You waved him inside, making sure he knew he was welcome. You were too enthralled in the newest addition of the audience to notice Vincent’s eyes burning holes in your head. He was wondering why you seemed so excited, and how the hell you knew his name. He could have picked Danny out from a crowd of thousands, because after seeing your awe-struck expression at the sight of his face only a few weeks prior, Vincent had been positively sick with worry. He was flooded with jealousy, but more than that, he was terrified he would lose you, even if he did not technically have you.

“No, actually.” Danny shook his head, smirking at your crimson cheeks and desire to move on. He looked at the paper in your hand, quickly piecing the scene together. He remembered you saying you were a writer, and he was itching to hear some of your work. “I think you should keep going.”

“W-what?” You asked, clearly flustered and definitely not expecting to hear that.

“Keep reading,” he said, giving you a smile. “Unless you aren’t looking for a bigger audience. If that’s the case, I can wait outside.” He offered, but you knew he was all but serious. He wanted to hear whatever you had down on that paper, and he wouldn’t walk away without a fight.

“No, it’s okay.” You assured him.

“Okay, proceed.” He chuckled, leaning against the wall as he waited for you to continue. You nodded, forcing your eyes away from him and back to the paper. The nervous ticks you had already conquered made their way back with a new found force, and now there was a quiver in your voice when you spoke, too. You could barely hold the paper still, and you were forcing the words out, but you continued on despite the fact.

“But that I am not, and I know I have never been

The monster does not live inside my head,

because when I look for too long

I begin to notice her skin turn red

In the daylight she has a smile as warm as the sun,

But at night, behind closed doors,

her eyes blacken

and I have nowhere to run.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Dylan nodded, giving a hum of approval. He was so invested in the storytelling that he had leaned forward over the back of the chair without even noticing it. His elbow was propped on the edge of the chair, his palm holding his head up as he clung to every word.

“You think?” You smiled, intrigued at his fascination. “I was actually going to change that part. I didn’t like it very much.”

“No, keep it.” Vincent cut in, not willing to debate the idea. You couldn’t read the expression on his face; it was unfamiliar, and you weren’t sure if it was because of Danny leaning against the wall, joining in on a normally intimate exchange, or if it was because of the words you were reading aloud. “He’s right, it’s really good.” He cleared his throat, ridding the room of the awkward silence. You looked towards Danny, who also gave a nod. His eyes told you that you’d taken him by surprise, and that when you told him you were a writer, he did not expect such words to come from your mind.

Then again, Danny only seemed to know you as a little ball of sunshine, and unfortunately, that was far from the truth. You only hoped that after he knew of the bad, he would still be keen on being friends. Or, hopefully, maybe even more.

“Alright, last verse.” You announced, looking back down at your hands. “Ready?”

“Always.” Vincent answered for everyone, his eyes focused only on you. As much as he wanted to sneer in Danny’s direction, he knew his attention would be most useful when it was directed towards you. Plus, he wasn’t sure if there was anything to be defensive about, but he still felt the need to be, anyway. When it came to you, he was always on the defensive.

“My mother the Angel, who has given her life for mine

I never care to speak out, because she’s left me without a spine

Who often talks praise about her generosity

But refuses to acknowledge that she is a monstrosity.” You paused, briefly looking up to see the reaction. When nobody spoke, you continued. “I am her daughter, and that I will always be; i cannot call her on her evil, because it also exists within me

I am her rage, her fear and her fire

All that I am is that in which I cannot rewire

All that I hate has become my own fate

When I look in the mirror,

I cannot swallow my own distaste.

I have become what I despise the most

My life is her own wicked puppet show

And I have become the morbid host.”

The silence that hung over the room was heavy, but not uncomfortable. The whole world seemed still as the four of you processed the intensity of the emotion, and it even seemed for a second that the moon had stopped casting light inside. Eventually, you folded the paper up and stuck it in your apron, slowly turning your head upwards and unfortunately, looking at Vincent first. You always looked for him first. As much as you did not want to be with him, you could not help but feel drawn to him. You wanted it to stop, but you couldn’t seem to break the habit.

Unfortunately for you, habit-breaking had never been your area of expertise.

His head was pointed towards the floor, and when he noticed your staring and looked to meet your gaze, you knew why. Even from the distance, and in the dim light, you could see the shine of tears brimming his eyes. You swallowed hard, trying to process the emotion from him. Vincent was a man who refused to give in to vulnerabilities, yet he stood before you in a room with two other men, unashamed of the sadness plaguing him. His heart ached for the little girl who was hurt so badly, and his chest hurt at the sight of the woman who was still standing despite the suffering. Of course, he had no idea how to voice such profound feelings, so he just cleared his throat and gave a curt nod.

You wished for a moment that he could have spoken all that his heart was telling him, but as always, he did not. Maybe if he did, things would be different, but it reminded you that Vincent would always be exactly what he was; a man who could not comprehend change, and a creature of habit that could not fathom anything other than what he was used to. It was not his abundance of action that drove the two of you apart, but rather his lack of. He showed no interest in bettering himself, and his lack of trying made it harder and harder for you to want to fight for him. You knew that he could be what you needed, but he did not want to be. You could not fix him, and he did not know how to fix himself, nor did he want to learn how. Because of this, he was inadvertently forcing you to move on.

Even so, your heart ached, and your desire to love him grew stronger as you watched him blink his tears away. He was worse than the drugs you were trying to stay away from; he was more addicting, more dangerous, and definitely more disastrous. Loving him would do all the same things as relapsing, and it would kill you ten times faster. You hated that when you turned your head to look at Danny, you felt none of those feelings or fears. Instead, a flutter of excitement ran through you and instead of the usual dread, hope seemed to take its place. It hurt you to know that despite barely knowing Danny at all, you knew he would be the best person to you. Wanting to explore the possibilities made you feel dirty, but you were tired of constantly denying yourself the simple pleasures in life.

You had wasted eighteen months waiting for Vincent to change, and it would be unfair to yourself to pass up a good opportunity in hopes that he would become what you wanted. Not only would it be unfair to you, but to Danny too, who seemed undeniably interested in you. You could not wait for something that may never happen, and you certainly did not want to miss out on the opportunity of knowing Danny, because he appeared to be everything you were searching for when you moved to the city. Even if it was with a heavy heart, moving on was the best thing for everyone.

“So, what do you think?” You breathed, looking between the three.

“I don’t know how you’re not famous yet,” Dylan said, shifting in his chair as he spoke. “I think the whole world should hear that, doll.” Your lips pulled into a small smile and your cheeks heated with a blush.

“Thank you.”

“Seriously, sweetheart. He’s not joking.” Vincent agreed, nodding slowly. “It’s… real, and it’s good. You were meant to write. There’s more emotion in that than I’ve probably ever felt.”

“Thanks, Vin.” You gave him a soft smile, lingering over his face for a moment longer than you should have. He was looking at you too, hoping you would say something more, to invite him to keep flattering you, but you didn’t.

“I think you might have played your talent down a little too much.” Danny said, standing up straight from his spot against the wall. You looked over to him, nervous about what was running through his head. “For someone who only writes every now and then, that was pretty damn good.” Your cheeks were crimson, incriminating of all you felt for him. It was the first time you had seen him face to face since your first encounter, and he was just as beautiful as you remembered, even in the dull night light.

“Maybe I lied,” you shrugged, giving a small chuckle. “I write a lot, actually.”

“When you write like that, it would be a shame not to do it all of the time.” He explained, now stepping closer to you. The smell of his cologne hit you with a strength that made your head spin; it was delicious, not too heavy or woody, almost fresh and light smelling. It fit his bright personality, and the minute it reached your nose you wanted more.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You brushed him off, the smile still lingering on your lips. “What are you here for, anyway? Like I said last time, I know it’s not the food.”

“Is it a crime to come here? You’re not selling the place very well.” He joked, now within an arm's reach. Your conversation was so enthralling that you seemed to forget the presence of the other two boys, one more so than the other watching the interaction carefully.

“Yeah, cause there’s a whole lot to sell.” You laughed, motioning around the room. “The broken window and the rotten foundation gives it charm, eh?”

“I think you could sell anything, sunshine.” He smirked. “Mind if I have a seat?” He asked, nodding his head towards the booth that you were sitting atop.

“Of all the places to sit, you want to sit here?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well duh,” he chuckled, “cause it’s closest to you.”

At that, you were certain Vincent turned as red as the sun. His blood was boiling and his fists were clenched to his sides as he bargained with himself to stay calm. He wanted you to look over at him, to see the agony he was in while watching you flirt with another man, but you did not once stray away from Danny’s heavy stare and flirtatious smile.

“If that’s the case,” you teased, giving him a small nod. “I’m sure it would be alright.”

“Thank you,” he chuckled, sliding in the booth. He kept his eyes on you, hoping you would remain sitting at the edge of the table. He wasn’t shy to admit that he liked the sight of you, and the position was allowing him to see much more of you than he expected to see that night. You did just that, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him again.

“You gonna introduce us to your friend?” Dylan asked, clearly oblivious to Vincent’s volatile anger and the reasoning behind it. He was intrigued at the chemistry between you and Danny, and excited to finally see a smile on your face that was not laced with a hint of sadness. Your head snapped towards him, coming to reality and realizing that you were not alone with Danny, even if you wished to be.

“Right, sorry.” You chuckled, giving your head a shake, embarrassed at your own lack of manners. “This is Danny, I met him the other day when I worked the afternoon shift.”

“After you were too scared to introduce yourself the night before?” Dylan teased, hoping to get a reaction out of you. Your jaw dropped slightly, shocked at his bold statement. Suddenly, you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you fought the urge to reach out and strangle him.

“Shut up,” you snipped, your face burning with heat as you prayed that the conversation would not continue in the same direction.

“Oh?” Danny asked, looking up at your blushing face with curiosity.

“She didn’t tell you?” Dylan chuckled, clearly still trying his best to get under your skin. “She was head over heels when you walked in that night, but she was too scared to say hi.”

“Interesting,” Danny chuckled, finding your embarrassment endearing. He thought the whole idea was quite cute. “She didn’t say a word about that.”

“Anyway,” you cleared your throat dramatically, begging to change topics. “Danny, this is Dylan.”

“Nice to meet you, man.” Dylan laughed, finding your tone of voice funny. He loved bothering you, and if you had to admit, he was damn good at it, too.

“You too.” Danny grinned. You were devastated at the idea that he had the ability to get along with anyone. Everything you seemed to learn about him made the feelings grow stronger in your chest, and you knew it was much too early to be so infatuated with him.

“And that’s Vincent.” You pointed at the boy standing beside Dylan, finally noticing the veins in his forehead and the tense muscles in his jaw. You tried to catch his eye, but his stare seemed set on Danny, now.

“You decided to come back here after trying the shit food?” Vincent asked, trying to pass his question off as a joke, but you could tell his tone was off. He wanted to know everything and anything about the relationship the two of you seemed to form, starting at the very beginning.

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Danny shrugged, chuckling quietly. He seemed to sense the tension, but was doing his best to keep it minimal.

“He thinks I’m a good cook,” Dylan said, smirking as he nudged Vincent in the side. He didn’t respond, instead continuing to stare at the newest member of the group.

“And you guys met on your day shift?” He asked, turning his head towards you, now. You swallowed hard, trying to hide your nervousness. You gave a nod, praying that he wouldn’t overreact to the innocent nature of the situation.

“Yeah, he came back and we ran into each other. Guess it was just a little coincidence that I got called in.” Vincent gave a slow nod as you shrugged off the idea, taking in all of the information.

“Yeah, isn’t that just fan-fuckin’-tastic.” Vincent forced out a smile, scoffing slightly at his own words. He watched you for a moment longer, waiting to see if you would say anything that would calm his mind, but he grew tired of waiting. You had nothing to say, and it hurt him further the longer he waited. Without any further comments, he turned on his heel and walked towards the kitchen. After a moment of silence, the back door slammed behind him, and you closed your eyes to rid yourself of the regret that came along with it.

Just because you could not be with Vincent did not mean that you felt good about hurting him.

“Wonder what his problem is,” Dylan muttered, looking back over his shoulder in the direction Vincent had just stormed off to.

“No idea,” you lied, looking down towards the ground.

“He’ll get over himself, he always does.” Dylan sighed, standing up and stretching out his arms. “You gettin’ something to eat, or just here to see her?” Dylan asked Danny, raising an eyebrow.

“Just here to see her.” He admitted.

“Alright, man.” Dylan nodded. “Gonna go finish cleaning those traps. I might be finished by the time the sun comes up.” You chucked, nodding in agreement.

“You deserve a raise for that alone.” You said, watching as he placed the chair back in its original spot.

“Gotta pass the time somehow.” He shrugged, pulling the towel from his shoulder and walking back towards the kitchen. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

“You know I will!” You called back, drumming your fingers against your leg. Now that the other two had gone, the idea of being alone with Danny was making you anxious. Never had the two of you been face to face in such seclusion. After a moment of silence, Danny spoke first.

“I take it you do know why Vincent’s upset?” He asked, leaning back in the booth. You kept your head down, looking at your legs as you tried to formulate a response. He was suspicious, and rightfully so. The entire exchange was quite interesting, and definitely telling of the relationship between you two.

“I do, but it’s not what you’re thinking.” You assured him, sliding off the table and into the seat across from him. “It’s a long story.”

“Is everything a long story with you?” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. A sad smile crossed your lips, because he was right. Everything in your life was a long story, and none of them ever pleasant. He noticed the sadness encasing your features, worried he might have overstepped. “I didn’t realize you were seeing someone. I'm sorry if I took it too far.” You reached across the table, landing a gentle hand on his wrist as you shook your head.

“I told you, it’s not what you’re thinking.” You promised, heaving a sigh. “And yeah, everything certainly does seem to be a long story.” You smiled, pushing away the emotion and covering it up. “When I first moved here, we were… something, but definitely not dating. It was pretty obvious from the start that the two of us didn’t have the same outlook on life.” You explained it in the gentlest terms possible.

“So not dating, just complicated?” He asked, trying to get a better grasp on the situation.

“Complicated for sure, but I think mostly on his part.” You said, looking up to meet his eyes. “I’m not that type of person, and I wouldn’t have led you on if I was caught up with someone else.” It was only partially true; yours and Vincent’s story would never fully end, but something with Danny might help it grow closer to closure.

“I never thought you were, but you never know, right?” He chuckled, enjoying that you were looking at him now. He was stunning, and it was making it hard for you to think of anything other than his smiling face. Your hand was still lingering on his arm, and he didn’t seem keen on changing the fact.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You never know.” He was right, even if it did make you feel dirty to be perceived in such a light. Two timing was not something that you would do, even if most other things were, but you could understand why the thought ran through his head.

“So single, and interested?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Single, and definitely interested.” You nodded, your cheeks heating slightly as he smiled down at you. You could not comprehend how someone could be so beautiful, nor how someone like him could have so much interest in you. “After all, you did come here just to see me, and I haven’t told you to leave yet.” You smirked, calling him on his earlier comment.

“At least I wasn’t the one too shy to say hello.” He argued back, his tone light and his eyes playful.

“Didn’t matter much anyway, cause we’re here now.” You giggled, dismissing the idea. “I like you, Michigan.” He let out a low laugh at the sound of the nickname.

“I like you too, Utah.” He reiterated the sentiment, looking out the plastic covered window for a moment. “I’m happy you texted me. Was worried you thought I was a loser.”

“I’m happy I did too. I was scared you thought I was stupid.”

“I gave you the number for a reason, sunshine.” He recalled, looking back at your face. He took a few moments to study the details, finding himself enthralled in all of the things he did not have the opportunity to notice before. The way your dark eyelashes swooped down over your under eyes when you blinked, standing prominently against your skin. The way your nose angled down, sharp yet rounded perfectly at the tip. He noticed a dust of blush across the tip, matching the makeup you’d swiped onto your cheeks. He noticed your lips, soft and inviting despite the dryness from the cold air outside. Further than that, he saw scars littered over your skin, what looked to be from acne but he couldn’t be certain. You were young, vibrant looking, yet there was a certain wisdom held deep in the features of your face.

He thought you were stunning, and every time he looked too closely, you seemed to take his breath away.

He wanted to be closer, to study even more than he could see from the short distance between you. He wanted to connect the constellations of freckles over the bridge of your nose and he wanted to memorize the specs of color offsetting the main hue of your irises. He needed more, but he knew he could not have that yet. Meeting you on his first day in New York told him that the trip was going to be everything he hoped for and more; a breath of fresh air, and a new perspective on life. When he noticed your sweet smile and witty humor, he realized that the city was exactly what he needed to start fresh, and you were the very thing that would help him do so. The texts and limited phone calls shared between the two of you over the last week and a half was not enough for him, even if it did make him feel selfish.

He wanted to know why a girl from Utah would rather be far away from home, struggling to pay rent with a disappointing paycheck from a shitty diner. He wanted to know why you felt the need to travel across the country to write stories and poems, and why you seemed so adamant about never going back. The desire was more than a feeble want, but rather a desperate need. He’d never stumbled across another person who intrigued him so easily, and he never wanted to let it slip through his fingers. You were a puzzle waiting to be solved, and he would be damned if he was not the one to piece it together.

His curiosity was not one sided, and you too felt the same way about him. You had no idea how a boy from Michigan landed himself on the outskirts of New York City, renting an Airbnb with his best friend for an undisclosed amount of time. You wanted to know his dreams, his hopes, and his fears, because within that, you could find more inspiration to continue writing. He was a breath of fresh air, and different from anyone you’d met since moving to the city. He was kind, polite and respectful. He flirted, but did not overstep. More than anything, he was funny, and he was stunning. Everything about him made you want to be loved by him. You didn’t know him, and he did not know you, but the two of you were dedicated to changing that.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” He asked, breaking the silence you’d fallen into. The question surprised you, but you were happy to answer it.

“Well, I get out of here at six, and I usually sleep until twelve.” You laughed, knowing that the two of you were living on opposite schedules. “I have to be back here tomorrow at six, but other than that, nothing really.”

“You work twelves here?” He asked, curious about the prospect.

“I do,” you nodded. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. I mean, this is what we do all night.” You laughed, motioning around the empty room. “We get the last part of the dinner rush, and usually one around eight or nine, then we just do whatever we want. Every now and again we get a couple rounds of customers, but it’s definitely not too stressful.”

“Probably helps that you work with friends.” He noted, referring to the two boys you’d introduced him to.

“It does.” You nodded. “I mean, I guess this place gave me the friends to work with. When I moved here, I didn’t know anyone.”

“You met them here?”

“Yeah, when I got hired they’d already been here for a while. It was nice to be around people who I could get along with. Makes the whole job a lot less miserable.” You explained, giving him a soft smile. “I don’t hate the job, even if most people would. It pays the bills, and it gets me out of the house. I only work four days a week, so I have plenty of time for other things.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, then.” He agreed, nodding along with your words. “The overnights don’t mess with your head?”

“No,” you shook your head, being completely honest with him. “I’ve always been a night owl, so I guess I never really thought twice about it.” He hummed in agreement, opting to stay quiet for a moment to process everything you had told him. “So why are you wondering if I’m busy tomorrow?” You smirked.

“I was just wondering,” he smiled, giving a shrug. “Thought maybe you could meet Sam and show us around the city a little bit.”

“Sam? Like the friend you came here with?” He nodded at your words, a hopeful look in his eye.

“He’s a great guy. A lot to handle sometimes, but he’s fun to be around.” He offered, hoping that the idea wasn’t too much for you. “I think you’ll like him.”

“Yeah, I think we could do that.” You agreed, smiling. “That sounds fun, actually.”

“Great,” he sighed, relieved at your enthusiasm. “It’s a date, then.”

“Is it?” You raised an eyebrow, biting back a grin. “Don’t know if I could go on a date with a man I don’t know. I might not even like this Sam guy.” You theorized, teasing him. “Unless you meant the three of us together. Is that your thing?” He let out a laugh at your words, one that came straight from his chest and filled the stale air. It was just as beautiful as you remembered it to be, and you wished you could spend the rest of your life listening to that sound alone.

“I was thinking more like you and me, and he can be a third wheel.” He explained, his eyes twinkling with happiness at the jokes shared between you.

“Oh, I see.” You pretended to understand, as if you had actually missed his intention entirely. “Yeah, that would be alright. Seems kind of mean to him, does it not?”

“He’ll live.” Danny assured you.

“If you say so.” You grinned.

“I promise.”

“Alright,” you breathed, still trying to wrap your head around him wanting to go on a date with you. “It’s settled then. We’ll go on a date, and Sam can follow behind and enjoy the experience.”

“Sounds fantastic. You’ll call me when you wake up?”

“I will.” You nodded, already excited for the next day.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” He said, looking over your face one last time. “Before I go, do you have a pen by any chance?” He asked as if he suddenly remembered the most important part of his visit.

“Oh, yeah.” You dug into your pocket, grabbing the one clipped to your order pad. You slid it across the table, and he grabbed a torn piece of paper from his pocket. You watched as he scribbled something down, wondering if he’d brought his own paper just so he could leave you another note. After a moment, he slid the paper and the pen back across the table to you, and stood without any further notice.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Utah.”

“See you tomorrow, Michigan.” You smiled, watching him turn towards the door. As he stepped towards it, wrapping his large hand around the doorknob, he turned to look back at you one last time. You blew him a kiss, subtle but still sweet. He chuckled at your expression as he stepped out the door, wishing he had enough courage to say something more.

When the door closed behind him, you looked down at the paper, feeling your stomach twist with butterflies at the messy handwriting.

Keep writing, Utah. You have what it takes to make it big. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow ♡

- Michigan xx

You could not bite back the smile as you slipped the note into your pocket. Somehow, after all of the misery that life had thrown at you, it seemed as though there was a light at the end of the tunnel, or a rainbow after the storm. Danny was refreshing, and he was captivating. He gave life the sparkle it so often lacked, and he gave you the desire to live, instead of just exist. You no longer felt content with working, sleeping, and forcing yourself through the day. You wanted to jump out of bed and discover all the world had to offer. You wanted to live life the way a twenty-three year old should instead of wasting it away and hoping that the next life would be kinder.

Unfortunately, you did not exist within your bubble of happiness for very long, because a voice with immeasurable disdain cut through the air and caught your attention. “What’s that all about, then?” You looked over to the swinging door separating the kitchen from the dining room, seeing Vincent standing against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face.

“Not much to talk about. We’re friends, Vin. Met him the other day, and he stopped by to say hello.” You shrugged, downplaying the situation in hopes that you would not cause him any more hurt. You could see in his eyes what you had already done to him, and you were desperate to avoid any further damage.

“You say we’re just friends, too.” He offered, refusing to move from his spot on the wall.

“‘Cause we are,” you said, reminding him of the fact.

“Right, how could I ever forget.” He rolled his eyes.

“What’s your point?” You said, your fuse burning closer to the end. He had a fantastic way at making you lose your temper, so much so that you could not even comprehend it.

“Point is, you and I both know we’re far from friends. It might not be perfect, but there’s something there.” He said, trying to keep his cool. “Just sucks when you decide to flirt with someone else right in front of me.”

“You know what my stipulations are, and you don’t want to do it.” You argued, unwilling to take the blame for something that was not solely your fault. “We could have been more than friends, but it seems like you didn’t want that.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, although the situation was humorless. “Forgot, it’s always my fuckin’ fault. Little miss sunshine can’t take the blame for anything.” He grumbled, clearing holding back from all of the things he truly wanted to say. “You didn’t try very hard either, sweetheart. In fact, don’t really think you tried at all.”

“You don’t get to say that,” you shook your head, your cheeks burning with anger. “I tried, and I still do.” You snapped, willing yourself to stay seated even if you wanted to get in up his face and scream everything he’d ever done wrong. “I gave you the chance to get clean a million times, and you won’t do it. Who cleaned you up after every bar fight? Every detox?” You pressed. “Or when you OD’ed? Who sat with you at the hospital, begging you to get better?”

“You’re gonna throw that in my face?” He said, his expression stony. “After everything we’ve been through, you’re gonna use it against me?”

“Point is, Vincent, I did it ‘cause I cared. I did it, and no one else, but you don’t care enough to stop doing it. I’d do it again a million times, but you won’t even try to do what I’m asking.” You blinked hard, knowing that tears were desperate to fall. Your chest was tight and your throat felt like it was constricting around the words as they came out of your mouth. “I can’t wait forever, cause I’ll be dead before I see you sober.”

“Maybe I could if I had a little support instead of you always expecting me to fail.” He argued. Instead of answering, you turned to look away from him, finding the conversation redundant and painful. You’d given him so much support that you were lacking when it came to yourself. You’d taken care of him so much that you neglected to do it for yourself. You couldn’t say it aloud, because you knew it would hurt him too badly. His ego was too fragile, and you would scream and yell only start at the very beginning tomorrow morning with no change. It didn’t get you anywhere, and telling him such would only make him feel responsible for your own relapses.

“You just want to fight, or do you have something worthwhile to say?” You said, tapping the pen against the wood grain of the table.

“You think he’s the one? Really?” He asked, changing subjects again. He didn’t like it when the heat was on him. “Looks like he has a VIP spot at the golf and country club. I bet his parents pay his way through life, and I doubt he even knows what suffering is.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” You scoffed, turning back towards him. “If my parents did that for me, I’d take advantage of it too. You can’t judge a book by its cover, Vincent.”

“Never said it was a bad thing, but you just proved my point.” He said, pointing a finger towards you with a smug smile on his face. It was not one of joy, but rather one that showed how happy he was to be proven right. “You couldn’t imagine what a life like that is like. Your parents would never do that for you. He doesn’t get you, doll, and he never fuckin’ will.”

“Maybe that’s not a bad thing either, Vincent. Maybe I need someone or something that doesn’t get it, so I can have a chance to get away from it.” You explained, praying he would see some kind of reason.

“Or, he’ll think you’re too fucked up and leave you just like the rest of em’. Rich people don’t like struggle, sweetheart, and struggle is all we know how to do.” He shot back, praying you would see his side. “I get it. I get you and what you’ve been through. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

“You don’t, though.” You gave a small, breathy laugh. You shook your head as you thought over his words. “We came from the same things, Vin, but you don’t get me. You’re still stuck there, and I’m trying to get away from it.”

“Right,” he gave a slow nod, looking to the floor for a second. “Do what you want, doll. Keep thinkin’ he’s what you need, but I know it’s too much for him. He can’t handle you, and it’s okay to admit that.” He paused, looking back up at your saddened expression. “I can’t stop you, but I’ll be here when you come back crying. I’ll be here when he realizes what he actually got himself into.”

“Fuck you, Vincent.” You spat, your stomach sick at the sound of his words. You hated how vile he turned when his feelings were hurt. He was a man who loved to hurt others in reaction to getting hurt, and he knew how to hurt you better than anyone else. It was hard to love him when he was only himself half of the time. Sometimes you had to wonder if he did it on purpose, or if he was even aware of the damage he was causing.

“You can be mad all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m right.” He said, turning on his heel and walking back into the kitchen. You stared at the spot he once stood, his words still looming over your head and begging to destroy every bit of happiness you’d built up.

You wanted to be angry, to scream at him and throw things and tell him how terrible he was, but you couldn’t. Instead, you sat at the booth, remembering what it felt like when Danny was sitting across from you and how nothing else in the world mattered. Then, you pictured him leaving. You imagined him walking away after you spilled your guts to him about the horrors your life has been. Instead of arguing that Vincent was wrong, you were plagued with the knowledge that it was very likely that he was correct, and there wasn’t a thing in the world you could do about it. You were too much, and you always had been. There were few people in the world who could comprehend what you had been through, and even fewer who were willing to stay. Danny seemed like a breath of fresh air, but you wondered if he still would be even after knowing you completely, or if you would have to hide parts of yourself from him so he would stay.

Maybe, your skies were just a little too dark to ever be graced with the light of a rainbow, and that thought was possibly the most sickening of them all.

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[peachdues]

Hi Peach!

the latest episode of KNY and your recent posts have just made me go and reread TGW - don’t ask me how many times I’ve read it now cause I lost count 🤷🏼‍♀️

I love your take on my emo King so much. Giyuu is quite a deadpan character but you are able to write him having silly/funny moments so well. They don’t feel forced at all. Adding comedy to the endless of list of your amazing writing skills 🩵

And I’m so looking forward to the part II Tanjiro visit scene (poor poor boy) and the Miko chastising Giyuu for having an empty house (she will be chewing him out I can’t wait)

I went back and reread the first TGW teaser you ever posted and I hope you don’t mind me asking but was reader always going to be a Shrine Maiden or did that idea come later as the fic came together?

Now I need to be so honest with you - Peach ‘IT TAKES TWO’ killed me in the best horny way possible, I am quite partial to a wee bit of SaneGiyu so seeing them in a threesome fic the scream I scrumpt 😭 mean corruption kink Giyuu forever

I hope you’re getting lots of smooches and fresh air

much love

-🫧🫧

(PS no stop no don't write for Shinjiro, he’s totally not everyone’s anime dad crush at all 😉😚)

BESTIE BUBBLEEEEEEEEEE!!

So tickled that you reread TGW again. Honestly, I’ve fallen right back into the brain rot it, and spent a good portion of today writing for it 😭 seeing Giyuu smile in last night’s episode made me MELT.

and ALSMSKAKOAKS as always your compliments reduce me to an absolute puddle and I will never be solid again.

I’ll answer your asks about TGW below!

I won’t give away Reader’s backstory quite yet (that comes in Part 3!) but I will say — she was raised in a shrine and doesn’t have a lot of personal items either. She’s actually so overwhelmed by the fact she finally has a home — something that she can call hers, that she almost cries 😭 but you’ll see Giyuu feel sort of insecure about it for the first time (he just wants to impress his girl lmao).

As for your question about when I decided to make Reader a shrine maiden in TGW..

TGW came about because of the “I’m not your enemy” scene that was teased in the OG teaser — hence, why it was the first look. The entirety of TGW bloomed around this one mental image I had of Giyuu strangling his lover. I decided pretty quickly it would be his BOJ.

I knew she was going to be a civilian when I published the OG teaser, but I hadn’t settled on anything more concrete than that. HOWEVER, the second scene I wrote was the first time scene that ends Part I — I wrote that entire thing in like an hour while procrastinating. I first teased the virginity loss scene like, maybe two days after the OG teaser? So in the span of those two days I decided she would be a Shrine Maiden. It was a pretty easy decision — I needed her to have some flexibility RE her background but also give her a stable place Giyuu could come back to and see her. So that’s how I decided! But to answer your question, she was pretty much a Miko from the start, minus like two days lmao.

As for the Tanjiro scene — honestly, I’m enjoying the thought of it sm. Especially because he, like everyone else left alive after Muzan, had NO IDEA Reader even existed.

Giyuu actually takes off from the Butterfly Mansion to get her as soon as he regains consciousness and doesn’t tell anyone where he’s going — so when they show up concerned to his estate, you can imagine how SHOOK they are to se that not only is there a woman there (the implication of what they did the previous night being very clear lmao), but also that she’s introduced as his fiance. Like, “here she is, this is mine. I love her.”

I’m so glad you loved It Takes Two 🫡🫡 I am happy to provide spit roasting always!!

Sending you much love!! Please stop encouraging me to write Shinjuro I have too much to do!! I’ve already started HELP

[thezoraprince]

“Will You Marry Me?” - Sidon x reader

“I have no idea how to word this and I’m so sorry if it’s a bad request but randomly I just thought of Sidon and hylian reader being friends when they were younger and Sidon asking her to marry him or something (the zora way), and she just responds with “if you can ask me that same question in a hundred years, I’ll marry you” and then they meet up again a hundred years later cause we started traveling with link and now they are sitting in the same spot and Sidon asks the same question😭 I know this is really bad but like” - anon

oh. mY. GOD! THE FEELS!! the friendship. the passing of time. everything. everything about this request is great. trust me, you did the lord’s work here by sending this in :’)

i had this all written out, and wanted to wait to post this one tomorrow. however, i’m feeling emotional tonight, and i felt posting it was needed.

i hope you enjoy (because this one is probably one of my favorites) <333

y/n - your name

“When we’re old enough, will you marry me?”

you were just kids

play pretending around the Bank of Wishes

but he wasn’t playing at the moment

he was serious about his statement

“Sidon… Zora’s age a little differently than Hylians…”

“I know…”

you sighed

“If you can ask me that again in a hundred years, I will.”

Sidon laughed

he knew your answer would have been different if Hylian’s and Zora’s aged the same

however, he also knew that you were both too young to get married regardless

time passed 

things changed

but your friendship never faded

never

but then

you were put into stasis

Purah and Impa thought it was best, since you were technically helping Link on his quest to save Hyrule

you wake up in a foggy haze

hardly remembering anything 

‘Where am I?’

as you venture along though, your memories start to return

even before you remember Sidon and Zora’s Domain, you’re heading that way

because your body just… leads you

it remembers the things you don’t

and here you are

standing in the domain’s center

hoping that someone could lead you in the right direction

lead you to remembering why you’re here

and there’s Sidon

Vah Ruta had already been taken care of

and he was running his daily errands

when he sees you, he drops EVERYTHING in his arms

he runs to you

wrapping his arms so tightly around your body

as if you’d been missing for a century

to him, though, you had been

“Y/n!”

he’s holding you so tightly

tears streaming down his cheeks and into your hair

you’re still trying to remember

but his touch feels so familiar to you

the Zoras in the area are starting 

but Sidon doesn’t care

“I’m so happy you’re safe.”

it takes some time to re-familiarize yourself with the domain

and Sidon is more than happy to help you regain your memories

he’s so understanding

and patient

oH HYLIA this man is patient

he tells you stories of your past

and stories of after you’d left

he makes everything seem so crystal clear

and once you fully regain a sense of self

and once your memories have returned

you remember what he said all those years ago

but you don’t say anything

because you know he couldn’t possibly remember something so small and silly

but still

you find yourselves sat at the Bank of Wishes

wading your feet in the water

your head laying against Sidon’s arm

and he smiles at you

“You know I love you, right?”

and you smile with a light, cheerful laugh

“I do.”

and he’s silent for a moment

he stares out into the water, thinking

“Do you remember what I asked the last time we were here? I’m sure it’s a bit fuzzy, but I wan—”

“I remember, Sidon.”

and his focus shifts to you

his eyes are wide

and he looks as if he’s seen a ghost

“I remember it well, actually. I remember the lotus flowers being in full bloom, just like they are now; how clear the sky was; how… how young we were…”

he’s silent still

“I remember.”

“Good.”

your focus on the water now 

you’re half expecting him to make a joke about how young and naive the both of you were

but

he doesn’t

“My feelings for you haven’t faded, you know…”

and you simply nod, still staring at the waves in the river

he caresses your face

“Y/n…”

you turn to face him

and his eyes gleaming from the sunlight’s reflection on the water

he stares at you for just a moment before placing his lips on yours

he’s soft

he’s warm

inviting

he pulls away slowly, his hand still placed on your cheek

“Is your answer still the same?”

you don’t speak

he knows your answer

but he still wants to ask

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Oracle of Jersey

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Birds of Prey (Comics)

Summary: Barbara Gordon runs a podcast that results in six teenagers looking over a dead body.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Barbara Gordon, Dinah Lance, Renee Montoya, Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe, Lori Zechlin, Wendy White, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Ted Kord, Jean-Paul Valley, Dick Grayson, Helena Bertinelli, Zinda Blake

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Mentor Barbara Gordon, No Powers AU, Podcast AU, Murder Mystery

Chapter Two: Family Dinners & Flirtatious Texts

Barbara sat at the table, gluing tiny trees into a diorama with tweezers. "Tell me why I'm doing this for you again?" Barbara asked. Lori took pictures of Barbara from across the table. 

"Because you love me," Charlie replied. Barbara sighed and glued the small rooves to the tiny apartments. 

"You should use this picture for that dating profile you don't have," Lori joked. Barbara shushed her. “Wait… Do you have a dating profile?” 

“No, I don’t have a dating profile… Anymore,” Barbara mumbled. Lori’s eyes went wide while Charlie remained focused on the diorama. “Lori, can you at least pretend to work on this project with your sister?” 

“Don’t say we’re sisters,” Lori and Charlie replied simultaneously. 

“And yet,” Barbara joked as she gestured to both girls. “You act like it… Lori, you promised to paint the background. Get started on that. Charlie, please start attaching the fire escapes to the apartment buildings.”

“Where are you going?” Charlie asked. 

Barbara headed toward her bedroom. “Podcasting stuff,” Barbara replied. She disappeared into her bedroom and shut the door. She opened her podcasting email and saw an email from her sponsor. Ted Kord was a tech executive. 

He always left a little joke and his phone number at the end of every email. She smiled as she read the coding screenshot he sent her. She called the number and let it ring, and when Ted answered, she lost her nerve. “Hello? Hey, is this—?” Barbara hung up and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“Stupid… That was so stupid,” Barbara muttered as she formulated a lie about a pocket call. She replied quickly and was shocked to see him reply at a similar speed. 

From: Ted Kord <tedskord81@tkindustries.co>

Date: Sun, Oct 12, 2016 at 5:25 PM

Subject: Personal Correspondence, Re: At Your Leisure

To: <oracle@oraclepodcast.com>

There’s no pressure to call. I don’t mind emailing back and forth. It’s the highlight of my day. I anticipate these minor correspondences with the so-called mystery woman who doesn’t think poorly of me for mixing business with pleasure… And speaking with you is pleasurable. 

I can’t lie and say I wouldn’t be interested in meeting you or hearing your real voice, unaltered by filters and fanciful old Hollywood accents. It’s merely curiosity. 

Barbara smiled, relieved at his calm reply. She didn’t answer immediately, opting to check emails about the podcast. 

From: Zinda Blake <ladyblackhawkzb@hotmail.com>

Date: Sun, Oct 12, 2016 at 4:32 PM

Subject: Information on Anna and Edward Stanfield Case; Remain Anonymous

To: <oracle@oraclepodcast.com>

Hello, I’ll make this short. I pilot private jets and have a friend in security who would like to remain anonymous. I’m sending this to you because the police said they’d look into it, but it hasn’t helped anyone. I hope you find the attachment below useful. 

Sincerely, 

Zinda 

Barbara saved the video and sent it to Dinah and Renee. The other emails weren’t as informative, so she replied to Ted’s email. “I’m going to regret this… I’m going to regret this,” Barbara groaned. 

“Barbara! Helena and Tim are here!” Charlie shouted. 

Barbara sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she sent a reply shut her laptop, and dropped her phone in her lap. She joined everyone in the living room and looked at the neatly set table. “What are we eating?” Barbara questioned. 

“Helena found a seafood place. She said their lobster mac and cheese is killer,” Tim replied. 

Helena opened the first bag and looked around. “Where’s everyone else?” Helena questioned. 

“Cassie, Steph, and Wendy?” Barbara asked. “They’re probably running late. Tim?” 

“I’ll text them,” Tim replied. 

Barbara’s phone pinged. She hesitated before checking it. “Tim, did you text the group chat?” Barbara asked. 

“Nuh-uh. I texted Steph,” Tim answered. Barbara checked her phone.

TED : When are you gonna let me take you for a night on the town?

BARBARA: You don’t even know my name

TED: Barbara, you called me on your personal cell. Your name came up on my caller ID

BARBARA: Got me there… It depends on where you wanna take me ig

TED: I’ll take you wherever you wanna go. Say the word

BARBARA: There’s a cute Italian place my friend recommended. I have to ask her the name. About to have dinner. Let me know when you’ll be in town

TED: Catch you later

Barbara looked up and everyone sat staring at her with varying degrees of amused grins. “Who was that, Boss?” Charlie asked. 

“Nobody, Charlie. It’s business,” Barbara lied. 

“Looked like pleasure,” Helena teased. 

“Oh, hush,” Barbara chuckled. Tim looked up, not noticing the exchange. 

“Steph said they’re on their way up,” Tim announced. Barbara grabbed a pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. “I’ll go let them in.” 

“Thanks, Tim,” Barbara thanked him. “Helena, do you remember the name of that Italian place you ate at last month?” Helena sent Barbara the restaurant’s address while the noise from the hall burst through the door. 

“Dude! Oracle is trending!” Steph shouted. Barbara held back a laugh. 

“Do you talk to everyone like you’re at a concert with them, or is it just me?” Barbara joked. 

Steph plopped down beside Charlie, and they immediately started talking about the podcast. Lori helped Helena put the food on the table. “How was everyone’s week?” Barbara asked. “Clockwise from Cass, please.” 

“I taught a little girl how to throw her brother at the gym two days ago,” Cass replied.

“Should I call Harvey?” Tim asked. 

“The parents aren’t gonna sue,” Cass replied. 

Lori finished chewing before talking about her week. “I’m hanging out with a friend next Saturday—.”

“Someone’s about to have a vampire weekend,” Charlie whispered, eliciting a laugh from Steph. 

“Says Jesse from Toy Story—.” 

“Hey,” Barbara slightly raised her voice. “Lori, is she picking you up here?” 

“Yeah, he is,” Lori replied. 

Helena took a sip of lemonade. “I graded every essay and test from this past week in three hours yesterday while on a date,” Helena replied.

“Who are you dating?” Lori questioned.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Helena grinned as she tapped Lori’s nose. Helena was the only person Lori allowed to do that. 

They continued going around the table while they ate, and Barbara’s thoughts went quiet. She would never admit it, but the Sunday dinners were the most pleasant part of her week. Sometimes the topics on her podcast were dark and left her feeling murky, but dinner with her friends pulled her out of that. After dinner, Tim took Helena, Wendy, and Steph home in his car, but Cass stayed with Barbara, Lori, and Charlie. Cass showered first and fell asleep in the guest bedroom without saying goodnight, but Barbara didn’t mind. Cass never said goodnight or goodbye. Charlie and Lori printed out their halves of their report, and Barbara made them do a run-through before sending them to bed. Once the house was quiet, she poured a drink and watched a movie. She sent Ted the address of the restaurant.

TED: Saturday night? 7-ish??

BARBARA: Sure. What are you up to?

TED: Watching a movie. You?

BARBARA: Same. What are you watching?

TED: Murder in the First

BARBARA: Get outta here. I’m watching the same thing. 

TED: Can we talk about how dreamy Christian Slater looks

BARBARA: Ha! You’re so right

[sketchy-rosewitch]

The Replacement: Bo Sinclair x reader

Warnings: cheating, dying, gun, knife, kidnapping. Not really angsty but there is a happy ending :)

A/N: for the lovely @buzzybee-26

Masterlist

A deep breath in and out. Your hand reaches out and shove the key in the basement door.

You aren’t allowed down here, not since Bo took you back up. He told you if you came down here you’d be put back in the chair, tortured, then killed.

So then why were you down here? You clearly valued your life if you made it far enough to be Bo’s wife, got married and everything right in front of his mother.

Well, something called you down here, like that whisper you used to get when you were little, to sneak some candy from the jar on the counter and hopefully never get caught.

You didn’t want to think this was candy, but when you opened the door you found yourself staring at another woman.

Your heart sank, not only for you, but for her too.

She was going to be the cause of your death.

You let go of the knob and pocket the key. Your finger comes to your lips as you walk over to the woman carefully, as to not startle her.

“I didn’t think he’d bring another woman into the picture.” You say, looking down at her fearful eyes. What a greedy man.

You peel away the tape from her mouth. “Stay quiet. If Bo catches us we’re both dead.” You whisper. She nods, you leave the rest of the duct tape hanging from her cheek.

“A-re you going to hurt me-e?” The woman’s voice trembles, just as yours did when you first got here. You shake your head and a small frown comes across your lips.

“No, I’m not gonna hurt you. How long have you been down here?”

You don’t know why you ask, you lost track after the third day when you were stuck in the damn chair. Your mind begins to wander, not even paying attention to her story.

Bo has been cheating on you. If he’s been cheating on you he probably plans on killing you. If Bo plans on killing you he won’t make it simple, it’ll be a long torturous process.

You can’t go through anymore of that.

The room is quiet when you focus back into reality.

“We’re going to escape.” The woman’s eyes light up, you suck in a breath. “It’ll have to be a few days from now. I need to plan this out, but I’ll be back when Bo leaves town or when he’s asleep. I’ll make sure to bring you some food. Some new clothes too. What’s your name?”

“Jackie.”

“Okay, Jackie. You will not speak to Ho about this. If we’re surviving this, it’s gonna be our secret okay?”

“Okay.”

You take a deep breath and look up, sending a prayer for someone, anyone to answer. You look down at her, tears well in each others eyes. “We’re going to get to go home.” You smile. “Now I have to go. I’m gonna leave you how I found you.”

You take the tape again and cover her mouth, your heart beats fast, feeling bad for having to keep her here. There wasn’t a way to let her out tonight though.

-

Bo had been less affectionate towards you after that night. At least you knew why. You still kept up like you were his wife, like he wasn’t going to kill you.

But while you did that you established a plan, two weeks from now you’d escape with her. You promised each other you wouldn’t tell police anything. When you two were finally in the clear it would no longer be either one of you’s problem if someone else got caught in the Sinclair’s web.

If anyone asked questions it would be an ‘I don’t remember. I wish I could but it hurts.’ Until eventually your families would in fact stop asking.

Every other night you’d give her details, you’d go on walks in the night to see the best escape route without being caught and even if you were caught enough for you to get a good distance away. You’d bring her food so she could keep her energy up and hydration. Nothing can go wrong. If anything does you’re both dead. Often torture comes before death in Bi’s eyes.

-

Bo kisses you gently one night. To you, it’s abnormal. But you have a guess that tomorrow or even the day after would be your last day. You’d have to go tonight. You focus on Bo’s breathing, it slows down after about an hour and you wait a few minutes after that to get up, not wanting to stir him awake.

You take your bedside table knife and pocket it, then grab the change of clothes and shoes you found in the sugar mill for Jackie.

You make your way downstairs and out the front door, it clicks softly and you take a deep breath and sprint towards the gas station. You had the key already in your sweatpants. Your hands shake but you manage to get the basement door open. Jackie almost sobs, you put a finger to your lips and she nods.

You take out the knife and cut the duct tape on her legs and hands, then undo the leather straps on the chair. She climbs down and you hand her, her clothes and look around for any weapons for her.

“So this is where ya been goin?”

Your heart stops, you turn around and see Bo at the door way.

“Thinkin’ about leavin’ me?” Bo steps into the room, he looks at you and the blonde girl. She looks on the brink of tears. You swallow dryly.

“Not thinking Bo. We are leaving you.” You say.

“No you ain’t.”

You quickly grab a wrench and throw it at Bo, he dodges and comes barreling towards you. Even when you move, he doesn’t miss you, knocking you to the floor. You attempt to take your knife out but he takes it from your pants and throws it.

“Jackie help me with her! Now!” Bo shouts, you wiggle and let out a cry as he grips your wrists with one hand and pushes your face down with the other. Hitting it onto the floor a few times, your head spins. You continue to fight.

Then a gun clicks. And everything stops.

“You can’t keep us here Bo.” She shoots Bo in the foot, he howls in pain and you push him off of you, grabbing your knife, you two bolt towards the door and up the stairs.

When you make it onto the main road you point behind one of the houses and she nods. The backyard of the house goes down a hill, which means there’s a creek nearby. Once you reach the creek you two stop for a moment to catch your breath. “Thank you.”

“I would’ve shot him in the head but I didn’t know if the bullet would go through his body and hit you. Only part that wasn’t on you were his feet.” Jackie explains, you smile and hug her.

“Thank you.” You repeat. She hugs back tightly.

“We’re gonna travel along the creek for a bit, then we can cross it and head straight. We’ll hit road after that and we can find a gas station and hopefully call someone. Should be far enough away that none of them can get us.”

Jackie nods and puts her gun in the back of her jeans as you two start walking at an average pace.

It takes two days for you two to reach civilization, not wanting to hitchhike or needing breaks to rest you two found a town.

Someone had recognized Jackie on a missing persons poster. Police were called and so were family members. You two were questioned for hours on what happened, the answers stayed the same.

“I don’t know, but we found each other. We just wanna go home.” They let you two go not long after.

You two keep in touch and visit each other a few times a year. But you never mention what happened in Ambrose.

[phoenixisobsessed]

Okay guys, I know there’s still a while until I’m done with the catformers, but I’m starting to wonder wtf imma do after. I still wanna be an ask blog, so I’ll leave it up to you guys what I should do!!

I might put it up again closer to the ending of catformers, if I don’t feel like enough people saw it / feel like they may have changed their minds.

MORE DETAILS ON EACH ONE:

People will send in character requests as usual, but will send in a catpicture themselves together with their ask. In this version, characters going double doesn’t matter anymore (I think) xD

Just any funny or silly picture. Can be cats, can be dogs, can be humans. Anything you’d find on r/blursedimages basically. Can even be popular drawing memes! Open for anything.

Before catformers I really just wanted to re-design a bunch of characters, and have people ask for specific characters to be redesigned. Like man idk which ones I wanna do. But I do have the Elite Trine right here. Also did some panel redraws that may also be included in this category. (Said I’d never draw IDW again LMFAOO let me just clown on myself rq)

Vines, ideas for comic skits, interactions between characters, funny trends again. I think this would be funny.

I really enjoy my OCs, so this would include drawing them and answering questions about them. Also in this is talking about the AUs and headcanons for all of the characters, including ships and such. So it’s not all OC stuff okay also others. I draw also your ships and headcanons!! (Rarepairs, hell yes! Proshippers, get the hell off of my page 🥰🙏) Will I draw your ocs? Mayhaps I will. Your ocs interacting with other characters? Your ocs interacting with MY ocs??? I’m going too far in my yapping I need to stop now sorry guys.

Just all of it. Plus, I’ll answer any whacky or silly questions you have to me about transformers (I think it again goes into point 5.) but basically people can ask for anything they mf want!! And I’ll get to it.

We want the consistent theme of cat transformers going. So I keep it as a series on my blog, maybe every second day or so, who knows, but we also want some diversity. Want to be able to spread wider and ask for other things.

Anyway, I just want to know what we are interested in keeping here, I’m open to anything really. I’ll probably either way accept asks of anything, but only openly “advertise” the blog as the thing that wins (if all of the above doesn’t win xD)

And thank you to everybody who has stuck around! I love seeing interactions from so many blogs I recognise as consistent followers of the 100 cat transformers series. Even if you think I don’t recognise your blog name every time, there is a high chance that I do! I’m not going to name you all now, but I see you (totally not creepy LMFAO). I read every single reblog I get and I love each one of them. I want you all to know that I appreciate you staying with me along the journey, being basically just as, if not more, passionate about it than me and I hope to still see you sticking around. Again, thank you all so much. <3 Couldn’t do this without you amazing people.

Sorry, I know this is a long post, but I had to just happy rant for a moment. I LOVE YOU GUYS /SRS

[petefromarma]

omg thank u for answering my question!!! you did not ramble, it was all really interesting and i liked to see the process 💟

your comment about scents having the ability to change has me 👀 about joe’s comment on patrick smelling “better than before.” i was kind wondering about that, like if he meant when patrick was upset or if it was possible he was referencing pre-hiatus in some way and now i have so much more to think about

speaking of joe, on the piroshky marked with a ‘p’ that he ate, by chance, did the p stand for pork? because if so… lol. lmao even. you are so casually hilarious.

also, patrick is so funny being all, i’m a grownup, i can do everything myself, only to IMMEDIATELY turn around and be like wait, why is pete’s entire focus and attention not on me??? when he talks about managing any aspect of his life all i hear is Lil RT’s voice “i’m a big dog and i do big dog shit”

lastly, i can really feel how much longing he has for pete, despite trying to be really clinical and unemotional about it and to pretend he’s over it and it’s delicious. i’m in love with it.

please anon this is so kind omg 😭❤️ i’m glad it helped also!! and, yeah i’ll go ahead and expand on that lol re what joe said about patrick’s scent, someone in my comments mentioned it too which i’ve been meaning to reply to for months but i have the attention span of a small dog

so when he comments on him smelling ‘better than before’ he is talking about when patrick was angry; scents change with extreme mood swings/emotion in this verse and what patrick was sending out into the world at that time was that he was pissed off and his emotions were turbulent/all over the place and it reminded joe of his mom, who died a few weeks before the start of the fic. irl joe took some time off from the band to be with his family but went back to work soon after and iirc it was just an incredibly difficult time for him. but anyway joe is this fic is sort of…he considers patrick a brother but he also has a slight unrequited thing for him and it’s a bit of an oedipal thing, where patrick reminds him of his mom. short, fiery personality, mean to him, etc; usually i think this is more a latent thing for him but being so overwhelmed brings all of this upset to the surface for him and patrick being visibly and olfactorily pissed off at him is just too much all at once

and yeah it was pork 💀 i’m pretty sure joe said at some point that he eats pork and i think that his family does too (possibly? his brother seems to be more observant than he is so i’m not sure) which like, makes sense, he’s from the midwest, i feel like most jews in the us probably eat pork nowadays, but i kind of think it’s funny that comparatively, patrick doesn’t lol

PLEASE NOT LIL RT THAT RLY IS HIM 😭 i’m so glad this came across how i wanted it to lol he’s such a brat. like he thinks he needs to be independent because that’s what he Should do but pete has always been there and he flounders without him. pete’s kind of an asshole who’s always putting his foot in his mouth, and likes it when patrick relies on him, but also, he’s like, not wrong that that video probably wouldn’t have gotten uploaded if he had been the one mercilessly hounding their management team for updates about the situation, whereas patrick kind of just forgot about it

thank you again btw your asks always so sweet they really make my day 😭❤️

[absurdthirst]

Surprise!

Eight - Him

Letter 8 of the Surprise! Writing Game

Please check Surprise! masterlist for more information

Words: 602

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive mentions, hints of spiciness

Corazón,

I won’t go AWOL, the promise of being able to hold you is far too great to give up for a cold cell in Leavenworth. There wouldn’t be a pretty girl wearing my shirt and carrying my baby sleeping next to me. 

I won’t lie, I cried when I saw the ultrasound. Thank God she has her mother’s nose. Mia will be as pretty as her mama, I just know it. And then I’m going to have to get out my shotgun. It’s strange to think about those kinds of things, that I’m going to be a father but it’s amazing. 

Your pictures. God, Bubbles, you know don’t what they do to me. Let me just say that you should have no insecurities where your changing body is concerned. You are beautiful, even more so than that night. I proudly showed off the one with your bump showing (but not the one in my t-shirt, that’s for my eyes only 😉 ) and the guys are saying that they can’t wait to see what the belly looks like when we get home.

I hope you don’t mind, but the guys have kind of adopted the idea of having a niece, our little Mia won’t be lacking for love or support. Although I feel like we will have to make sure that Ben doesn’t sneak her extra candy when she is older. 

I am glad Mama brought you the shirts and that she is going with you to the appointments. I wish I could be there. I would hold your hand and cry with you. 

This is real, corazón. I know that it has started crazy and that some would say that we are moving too fast but I don’t care. Some days the idea of you and Bean safe at home are what gets me out of the rack and eager to tackle another day. I think I might be in love with you too. Yes, I held up the letter to the sun. You can’t tease a man like that. 

We’ve had some issues lately, tough days and I re-read your letters everyday and smile. When I get home, I want to kiss you and if you haven’t had our daughter yet, take you out for a real date. Foot and backrub included. Maybe I should look into one of those spa packages for you? Do you go get your toes done like Will’s fiancée?

I know that there are a lot of things for us to learn about one another, but I think it will be fun. Send me a list of questions you have and I’ll answer them. Although, now that I think about it, I’m sure my mama has probably told you every embarrassing story she can about me when I was growing up. Please, please tell me she didn’t pull out the photo albums with the bathtub pictures. (I was two, okay?)

There are also a couple of serious things that I want to talk to you about when I get home as well. Nothing bad, I promise. I just want to make sure Bean gets added to my dependents list so she can get Tri-Care and BAH. (You can also be added on, but we’ll talk about that in person.)

Okay, I better stop talking before I scare you away or make an ass of myself. Just know that i am thinking about you and Bean everyday and I am counting down the days until I get to see you again. 

Love, Frankie. 

P.S. I’m not crossing it out again this time. I love you, Bubbles. 

Thank you @sturkillerbase for the tag!

Tagging @quica-quica-quica for the next part!

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