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dry house, wet clothes (six)

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 dry house, wet clothes, six

pairing. johnny suh x afab!reader x jeong jaehyun

genre. angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn (for jaehyun), friends to lovers (for johnny)

warnings. swearing, mentions of drinking, kissing, explicit smut (oral (receiving/giving), fingering, not so dry humping (frottage). big miscommunication trope, it is what it is. it’s so much angst i’m so sorry

word count. 8,437

plot. the four of you have spent years building the world around you, your friendship, your weekends together hidden in jaehyun's loft. you, mark, johnny and jaehyun. shaking the foundation of that by being in love with your best friend, jaehyun, is a risk you've never been confident enough to take. but, johnny suh is confident and johnny suh has been known to shake the world around you.

other's mentioned. lee jeno, huang renjun, na jaemin, lee haechan (donghyuck), lee taeyong, nakamoto yuta, qian kun, ten lee, jung sungchan, kim jungwoo, kim doyoung

author's note. chapter six is here! it’s shorter because chapter seven is twice as long, but this felt like a good place to cut it! so, enjoy enjoy! (crying editing this chapter because Sungchang mentioned). also, i don’t know what happened? i had this scheduled to post at 10:30 last night and then it didn’t post it?? i woke up thinking i flopped because i didn’t have any notifs 😭 i’m so sorry

taglist (open). @xiaojunsdino @yoursyuno @girlisaloser

playlist. here!

“You’re so beautiful.”

Johnny’s voice was soft, his fingertips running along the skin of your stomach. You watched him, every move he made, every breath, every blink, and wondered if you’d ever get used to those words from his lips. The way his lips curved around each syllable with an easy, definitive smile. How his eyes didn’t waver, held a sincerity Johnny was never short on. Humming, a pleasant pause to thank him, you looked down at his fingers and said, “I remember when we met.”

“Yeah?” His grin grew, “What do you remember?”

Johnny when he’d yet to grow into his limbs, when his arms were a bit too long for the sleeves of his uniform and his legs carried him in acre-long strides. Johnny when his charm was settling, solidifying into sincerity; Johnny’s sparkling eyes when they were filled with unpredictable fireworks, instead of ever-shining sun. There were few discernable differences between that Johnny and the man in your bed, waiting for you to breathe.

You looked back to him, “I told you that your tie was crooked and you ignored me.”

Johnny laughed, chest pressed against you and rumbling with the sound. His hand extended to settle on your waist, pulling you closer to him, still, “I don’t remember that.”

“Of course you don’t.” Curling into him, you added, “You got in trouble for it thirty minutes after, though. I think it was your third or fourth day.”

“Hm. I didn’t know how to tie a tie.”

You nodded, head on his chest, and confirmed with, “Your mom only bought you clip-on ties. You told me.”

“What else?”

“You seemed so much older than me.” It was a strange thought, the memory of Johnny so young but feeling larger than life, larger than this world. For as long as you’d known him, in all the ways he’d changed, that much was still true, “Everything about you, just…the way you existed. That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Sure it does.” He’d come in the middle of the school year, just before his birthday. He did everything he could to blend, everything he could to integrate. He found you and he found Jaehyun and Johnny found a place to fit, “You had that bright yellow backpack.”

“I still have it.”

“And your astrology book.”

You traced the tattoo on his arm, “And you asked me what the stars had to say about when you’d be losing your virginity.”

He kissed the top of your head, muffling another laugh in your hair. Johnny closed his eyes, “Do you still have your book?”

“Mm. Probably. I think it’s downstairs.”

Johnny pulled back, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cheek. Then, fingers on your chin, he tilted your head up and kissed your lips. Johnny who had grown into his arms and his acre-long legs. Johnny who grew his hair longer, who knew how to tie a tie. Johnny who had sunlight in his eyes, who kissed you like it killed him not to. You let your heart swell, holding onto the memory of him with one hand and holding this moment in the other. His lips that curved around sweet words moved slowly with yours; Johnny would always move slowly with you.

“Do me a favor.” He kissed you again, only briefly, “Go find your book?”

“What?”

“Go see if you can find it.”

Sunbeams flickered in his eyes so brightly you could confuse them for fireworks, traces of your memories still lingering in him. Johnny smiled at you, nudged you, pulled himself from the bed and you after, “Why are we doing this?”

The warmth of your blankets faded too quickly, Johnny’s warmth following just as fast. He urged you towards the door, hands on your waist and pushing you backwards, “Go on. I’ll meet you down there.”

You grumbled, “It’s cold.”

But you went. Johnny asked and Johnny smiled, so you went. Your house was dark, two o’clock casting shadows and a particular sense of calm. Your living room was only lit by a sliver of moonlight, just in the center. Your bookshelves lined the furthest wall, behind your television and on either side; a collection that never stopped growing, a collection that needed to be shifted and straightened regularly. Books you’d read and cherished, annotated and scribbled love notes to the authors, the characters and their enemies in. They were stacked in wobbling towers on the floor, leaning against each other for support when they started to fall.

You knew where the astrology book should be; torn to pieces, pulling apart along the spine and frayed at the edges. It hadn’t moved in years, tucked away on the second shelf from the top. Your bare feet padded across the living room, stepping carefully around precarious stacks until you found it. It felt lighter in your hands, smaller.

You cracked it open, let the dust on the cover rub off on your fingers while you skimmed over your notes, “Huh.”

You’d dog-eared five dates; two in February, one in August, one in September and one in late October. It was a relic of its time, frozen and preserved. February 9th had his name scribbled at the top, Aquarius highlighted in neon green, unpredictable underlined in black. Your memory of Johnny came back to life in front of you; crooked tie, shorter hair, fireworks bursting in his eyes.

“You found it.” His voice was close behind you, “Can I ask you an astrology question?”

You turned and looked at him, Johnny still so much bigger than this world, larger than life, “Sure.”

Johnny came closer, “What do the stars have to say about you being my girlfriend?”

Your heart jumped, flipped, exploded in your chest. Any oxygen you had in your lungs fled, leaving you to gasp for air, for an answer. Johnny watched you, the easiest smile he could manage on his face. He was stepping closer still, hands wrapped around his sweater until he was toe-to-toe with you, lifting it over your head and pulling it down.

He took a moment to look at you. His sweater fell against your thighs and he worked at the sleeves until they were rolled up to your wrists. Johnny didn’t hide that he was shaking, didn’t hide that he was nervous and excited and bursting with adrenaline. You’d told him that you wanted to be his. Make me yours, you’d said. But, he had yet to ask and Johnny didn’t ever want to assume - not when it came to this, not when it came to you.

So, he explained, “I didn’t ask yet, officially. I wanted to ask.”

The spine protested the way your hands gripped the book, “Me or the stars?”

Johnny looked at the open pages, the word unpredictable underlined, then smiled at you. It was all he could do, he was riddled with hope, “Both. You, mostly. But, both if it helps.”

You caught your breath then - he was looking at you like that. For months, unnoticed. For months, undetected. For six months, Johnny waited and settled on certainty, on sincerity. If you asked for it, he’d give you that time. He’d tease you, he’d kiss you and Johnny would make a game of it; one you could both win, one you’d love to play. But, Johnny would give you that time, if it’s what you needed, if it meant you’d be his.

If the stars said to, he’d double it.

Make me yours, Johnny. You’d made your decision over dinner, over stolen kisses at a Halloween party, over a dance at a festival and that look. So, you swallowed and said, “I say yes.”

Johnny’s breath caught in his throat when he asked, “And the stars?”

“They say yes, too.”

Johnny swept you up in his arms, lips on yours in an instant. He was still shaking, adrenaline leaving his body in short breaths between kisses. He could feel the world rotating, felt it move underneath him and knew it was a miracle he was steady on his own two feet. He whispered your name, followed it with, “My Juliet.”

Then, Johnny thanked the stars. He sang their praises into your lips and begged them not to go cross at the sound of your nickname. To have a sense of humor, to give his Juliet and your Romeo a better ending. Johnny held you in a sliver of moonlight and asked the stars for no ending, at all. Just you.

Only you.

📻

11:37am Hey man

11:37am I think it’s just gonna be you and Jaehyun tonight

11:38am I’m gonna spend the day with my girlfriend

“Yo.” Mark’s phone buzzed once on the table, twice in the palm of his hand. He blinked just as many times, watching as the messages from Johnny came in, processing them, letting his jaw drop as a reaction, “Yo!”

His fist balled, slamming against Jeno’s arm to his left, “What happened?”

“They’re together.” Mark was hushed, his answer almost lost in the bustle of the cafeteria. His eyes felt like they’d fall out of his head, bugged as they were, “They’re fucking together.”

Renjun leaned over Mark’s other shoulder, “Johnny?”

Jeno shook his head, “Holy shit. He did it?”

Renjun settled back into his seat, “See Jaemin, it’s possible.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“This is incredible.” If he could bottle this feeling he would. His expression shifted to reflect every emotion he cycled through until it settled into an ecstatic grin. He pushed himself away from the table, “I’ll be right back.”

Then, Mark crossed the cafeteria phone pressed to his ear. Johnny answered, “Why would you call?”

“Because I’m excited, dude.” He was weaving through people, no clear destination, “You asked her?”

“I said I wanted to spend time with my girlfriend and you called?” He could hear you laughing, Mark’s cheeks ached. Johnny told him, “I asked.”

“Dude, when?”

“Dude, last night.”

He leaned himself against a wall, “I can’t believe this.”

“Sure you can, Mark.” He listened to the background noise, unidentifiable sounds, the two of you moving together. Together. Together. You and Johnny were together. Mark’s laugh came out like a hoot, rushed out and echoed in the hallway. Johnny joined him, briefly, “Look, we’re just waking up. So, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’m so happy for you, Johnny.” He was. More than what felt reasonable, but it was out of Mark’s control. He was ecstatic, “Both of you. Seriously.”

Then, Johnny told him, “Thanks man. Me too.”

The line went silent after that, leaving Mark to buzz on his own. He paces three laps the width of the hallway, smiling to himself, celebrating by himself. Mark basked in his uncontainable feelings for as long as he could, before he raised his phone again and made one more call.

“Hey, Mark.”

“He did it.” He was bursting at the seams, “Jaehyun, Johnny fucking did it.”

📻

Johnny’s head was in your lap. Your fingers played with the strands of his hair, twirled them around and let them fall. His fingers traced up and down your calves, occasionally chased by his lips. The movie you’d turned on was nearly forgotten, falling into the background every time he kissed your skin. Johnny hummed against your leg, “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” When he looked up at you, you did your best to smile back, lips pulled tight. Your hands fell to your sides, palms flat on the couch while Johnny rotated, turning to face you, “What are you doing?”

“You’d tell me if I was pushing too far, right?” You nodded, Johnny’s hands caught yours and pulled them back to his hair, “Good. Keep going.”

His lips kissed your thigh, soft and brief, but enough to make your heart pound. One kiss by your knee, another higher, another higher still until he’d pushed the fabric of your shorts to the side to kiss along the line of your panties. Johnny breathed you in, eyes closed, “Too much?”

You sighed, “No.”

“Keep going?”

“Please.”

His fingers tugged at the fabric again, nose nuzzled against your clothed pussy for a moment before he placed a kiss at your core. Higher and higher until another one circled around your clit. You tasted like heaven, still, like perfection falling apart at the simplest touch underneath him.

“Babe?” He didn’t lift his head, voice muffled against you, “Can I taste you, again?”

You nodded your head.

Johnny chided, “Words, baby.”

“Yes, please Johnny.”

He sat up in a second, hands wrapped around your ankles and pulling at your legs. He moved himself to the opposite end of the couch, letting you lay back and find comfort before he lifted your leg again. His kisses were sloppier, rushing back up your leg, and his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. Johnny felt starved and it hadn’t even been twelve hours. Pulling at the waistband, he slid your shorts and panties down your legs, dizzy at the sight of you, again; overwhelmed by your glistening pussy in the daylight.

“I’m so fucking lucky.”

You hid from him, face behind your hands, “Johnny, be quiet.”

“Not a chance.” He hovered over you, hardening cock brushing against your clit when he whispered against your lips, “You’re perfect, baby. All mine.”

“All yours.”

Then, Johnny was back between your thighs, lapping at your pussy; drinking you in. His tongue pushed inside, circling to taste every drop before he steadily thrust in and out. He held your thighs down, fingers bruising your skin as you writhed and wriggled, arched against him, “Feel good?”

“Feels so good. Feels so fucking good.” Your voice was broken, barely above a whisper, “‘More.”

“Anything for you, baby.” Johnny focused his attention on your clit, sucking it between his lips and moaning against you, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

“Mhm.”

He slipped two in, lifting his head only to watch how your jaw hung open. Johnny smothered himself with your pussy, barely coming up for air, sucking and moaning against you. He added a third finger, “So wet for me. Dripping.”

“Johnny.”

“Tell me.”

Your mind was lost, fogged over completely at his touch, the way he sounded, the way he made you feel. Your hips bucked every time he hooked his fingers inside you, with every kiss or kitten lick on your clit. You were gone, mindless, “More.”

“My Juliet is greedy.” He hooked his hands under your knees, tossing one over his shoulder and then the other, “Good to know.”

He dove back in, messy and wet. Johnny’s drool mixed in with your juices, dripping down onto the couch. He pulled back, leaving you breathless, a rush of cool air on your cunt. His fingers were in his mouth, sucking the taste of you from the tips before he put them back in, using his other hand to lift your ass up off the couch. The angle had you seeing stars, head thrown back.

“Johnny. Johnny. Johnny.” Your legs were shaking, stars blurring into pure white as you came on his tongue, on his fingers, down Johnny’s chin. You were everywhere on him, “Fuck. Oh my God.”

He pulled his fingers out slowly, sucking your wetness off of them again before he settled back on his heels. His cock was pushing against his pants, only for a second, before Johnny pulled it out and spit on his hand. He kept his eyes on you, wrecked in front of him and bucked into his hand, “You’re fucking incredible, baby.”

Your eyes opened slowly, the sight of him jerking himself off sent a shiver to your core, “No. No wait.”

“Wait for what?” His hand never stopped. You pulled yourself up as well as you could until you were in front of him kneeling. Johnny couldn’t breathe, “Open.”

Your jaw fell, waiting for his cock. Johnny slapped the tip against your tongue once, twice, three times before he eased it in, rocking just slightly. You wanted him to use you, wanted him to feel just as good as he’d made you feel. Wanted Johnny to look at you like this, always; those sunbeams shining in his heavy-lidded eyes.

“Use me.”

His hips stuttered, “Huh?”

“However you want, Johnny.” You sucked at his tip, tongue tasting the precum leaking from his slit, “Just use me.”

“Come here, beautiful.” He pulled you up. Johnny settled into the couch, sitting upright and guiding you onto his lap. You waited for him to lower your hips down, sink you onto his length, but he didn’t. Instead, Johnny held your hips, sliding his cock through your wetness before letting it slap against his abdomen. He sat you down, positioning his cock between the two of you, then breathed out, “Move.”

His fingers pushed into your hips, your waist, your ass. Anything he could hold onto to get your hips grinding on him. Your pussy slid against his cock, wrapped around him and wet. The tip pushed against your clit with every thrust, both of your moans echoing in the room.

Johnny licked his lips, one hand reaching up to grab the back of your neck and guide you to him. You kissed him, uncoordinated and sloppy, lost in the rhythm of your hips and his. He was breathing heavily, chest rising rapidly as he chased your lips, chased his high.

“It feels so good.”

He nodded his head, resting it against yours, holding you there. Johnny begged you, again, like he needed to know he had you here, “Look at me.”

You did, eyes locked on him. Your hips couldn't follow the rhythm you’d set, both of you humping and grinding against each other, erratically before Johnny moaned, “Cumming.”

It was drawn out, the way he said it. Johnny was shaking underneath you and never letting go, the intensity of his own orgasm pushed you over the edge, again. Head tossed back, calling out his name like it was the only thing you could remember.

He pulled you against his chest, let you collapse there and catch your breath. He felt like he’d pushed too far, clarity coming back to him like a wave. So, Johnny held you until you came back down and hoped he hadn’t crossed a line.

He asked, “How do you feel?”

“So good.”

“Not too far?”

You leaned back, holding eye contact with him again and promised, quietly enough for only Johnny to hear, “Not too far. I promise, I’ll tell you.”

He nodded, “Okay.”

“Come take a shower with me.”

Again, he nodded, “Okay.”

📻

Saturday came quickly, after a whole day hidden away with Johnny. Your boyfriend Johnny. Johnny who knew exactly how to touch you, how to kiss you, how to keep your world spinning and Johnny who promised he’d figure out the rest. He held your hand as you walked down the street to Jaehyun’s, keeping you wrapped in his sweater for one more day.

He stopped you in the middle of the road, centered in front of Jaehyun’s house and staring up at the loft, “You ready?”

“It’s just Mark and Jaehyun.” You hoped his sweater would summon a pinch of Johnny’s certainty, trying to convince yourself that a night in the loft would be normal. Knowing that it wouldn’t be, feeling Jaehyun on your lips, Johnny everywhere else. You looked at him, “It’ll be okay.”

Johnny knew you were worried, if it wasn’t written clearly on your face, you’d told him as much. In the steam of your shower, with Johnny’s hands on your skin, you told him. You’d whispered it like a secret against his bicep, “Tonight will be different.”

He lathered you in milk and honey soap, massaged it into your skin, “Why do you think that?”

“Because we’re different.”

He was kneeling at your feet, one leg propped up so he could rest yours on top. Johnny switched your legs, letting you use him for balance, before he looked up at you - beautiful you, vulnerable with him, willingly vulnerable. He’d spent six months wondering how he could get here and now, all he wanted to do was stay, “Different how?”

You snorted, “You know how.”

The cheeky grin on his face made you laugh more, “Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”

You played the game, “Because you have a girlfriend.”

Johnny stood up, imitation shock perfectly on his face, “I do? Who? Should I be here with you?”

“Of course you should be.”

“And why is that?”

Giving in, caving for Johnny’s charm, you switched spots and pushed him under the water. You brought your lips to his chest, kissing where the last leaf of his tattoo ended and telling him, “Because I’m your girlfriend.”

You could feel him shiver when Johnny pulled you flush against him, “You’re my girlfriend.” Then he whispered, “How insane is that?”

Jaehyun’s house was daunting, now, a new reality. You’d never hesitated on his sidewalk like this, never thought twice about climbing the iron steps. Johnny pulled at your hand and repeated your words back to you, “It’ll be okay. It’s just Mark and Jaehyun.”

Mark had gotten there first, taking the steps two at a time when he arrived. Jaehyun could hear him before he could see him, the clunk of his feet, then the door hitting the wall, then his backpack hitting the floor. The youngest asked, “Are they here yet?”

Jaehyun was at his piano, tapping keys one by one in a scale, “Not yet.”

“Can you believe it, man?” Mark was at the window, pulling off his coat, his hat, watching the empty street like it would pull you from your house, “Johnny thought he’d change his mind.”

“Did he?” Jaehyun met Mark where he was, hands tucked in his pockets. He saw you, then, hand-in-hand with Johnny. Jaehyun let the words rush out in a sigh, “Looks like he didn’t.”

“I knew he wouldn’t. I think he just wanted to be sure, you know? He’s so careful about this kind of stuff.”

Jaehyun noted, “Yeah. He is.”

At that, Mark looked at him, pulling his attention away from you and Johnny - boyfriend and girlfriend, together, you and Johnny - to ask, “You okay, man?”

Jaehyun took only a second to react, adjusting himself to stand upright, fixing his expression so it was believable. He was falling apart, but he told Mark, simply, “Yeah. Weird work week.”

And they left it at that.

When you’d climbed the stairs, when you pushed the door to the loft open, Mark rushed the two of you. Shouting out his excitement, arms secured around the two of you, “Oh my God!”

Johnny laughed, hand still holding yours, squeezing a reassurance before he patted Mark on the back, “I’m starting to think you thought she’d reject me.”

“I’m just excited, man. This is so exciting.” He was so eloquent when he could nit pick his words, but in moments like this Mark was repetitive, vibrating with too much energy and excitement to articulate, “Congrats you guys.”

You heard bottles clink across the room, followed the sound to where Jaehyun stood. He looked at you for a second, felt his lips tingle - the last place you touched - and then agreed, “Congratulations you guys.”

His hand extended to Johnny first, then Mark, then you. The way Jaehyun’s fingertips lingered on the neck of the bottle, at the tips of yours, was something kept between the two of you. Johnny told him, told the both of them, “Thanks.”

And you echoed it, eyes on Jaehyun.

Your astrology book was open on your coffee table, turned to the page with February 14th at the top. Jaehyun’s name was scribbled, just like Johnny’s. Two pages filled with notes, with highlighted marks and underlined words. You’d studied it, when you were younger, grew frustrated at the surface level explanation of someone you knew had so much more depth. Looking at Jaehyun now, trying to read him like your book, it was impossible.

Jaehyun felt lost to you.

You had felt it coming, but the reality of it made the beer you swallowed down even more bitter.

Johnny pulled at your hand, “Alright what’s the plan for the night.”

There wasn’t one - there never was. Hours went by in a blink. You’d let Johnny mix you nonsensical cocktails, sipped them down in the middle of the mattress and eased yourself into the night. Johnny carried the conversation, kept your attention with every word. Mark’s laughter echoed off the walls, mixed with yours and Jaehyun’s, sometimes overpowered them. Jaehyun sat at the piano, watching and listening, looking away whenever you peeked at him.

It was tearing you apart.

Mark was too far gone, six celebratory drinks in and wobbling on his feet when he asked, “You guys kiss and stuff, right?”

You choked on your own drink, eyes wide, while Johnny laughed and rolled backwards. He’d sat himself by the windows a while ago, finishing a story and crossing his legs. Mark was near Jaehyun, eyes slow blinking and a lazy smile on his face.

He laughed out a drawn out, drunken, “What? It’s a fair question.”

Jaehyun shifted in his seat, “You’re drunk, Mark.”

“Yeah, obviously.” The youngest was still smiling, shining brightly with mischief while he looked between you and Johnny, “I think you should kiss now.”

“Mark, what the hell?” Your own laughed must’ve sounded forced, or maybe just as drunk as his. Still, you slowly shook your head, “We’re not kissing in front of you.”

“Come on. Why not? When was the last time you kissed?”

Johnny answered for you, glancing at the time, “Six hours ago.”

“See!” Mark gestured vaguely, excited, using his last wind to make his point, “That’s way too long. Don’t you guys want to?”

Again, Johnny answered, truthfully and certain and with a quick wink, “Always.”

“Then do it.”

You looked at Jaehyun. He tapped at the piano, eyes down. You were happy - Johnny made you happy and that’s what Jaehyun wanted. But, you couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t stand the way he avoided you. Your heart was a lump in your throat, impossible to swallow down. Then, Johnny was in front of your standing at the end of the mattress and reaching out his hand. He smiled, you melted at the sight, the beams of light in his eyes turning you into a puddle, “Come on, baby.”

You thought you might have been the only one to hear it, until Mark squealed. You let the world outside of you and Johnny fade, knowing Jaehyun was in the corner doing the same - fading you out, turning away, closing himself off. You needed Johnny, needed him to hold onto you. So, you took Johnny’s hand. You let Johnny pull you to him and fall into orbit.

“Hi.” You whispered.

He said it back, “Hi. Too much?”

“Maybe a little.”

“We don’t have to.”

But you shook your head. Mark was right, six hours felt like too long, after a little more than twenty-four and, “I miss you.”

Johnny laced his fingers in yours, “I’m right here.”

He leaned in, Mark said something like, “They’re doing it” an octave higher than usual, clapping his hands like a seal. Johnny leaned in and you titled your head up to meet him in the middle, letting his lips mold to yours, move with them, just like you had all last night, all day.

Then it was over. Johnny turned to Mark and asked, “Happy?”

And from the way Mark kicked his feet, from the way he jumped up and onto Johnny, you knew he was. You couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t stop the laugh. Jaehyun was on his feet, stepping around the two of them with a pat on Johnny’s back, “I’ll be back.”

Then he was gone.

Johnny and Mark found a new topic to pick at, collapsing into each other in laughter, in drunken camaraderie. You watched for a moment before finding an excuse with reason, “I’m gonna get some water.”

Then you followed after Jaehyun.

He could hear your footsteps behind him, soft and careful, lingering just over his shoulder. Jaehyun held his breath, fingers fumbling with twisting the lid off the bottle. He couldn’t focus on it, his chest tight again, alone in his kitchen with you. Eventually, the metal scraped enough on the glass so the cap fell, clinking against the countertop. Jaehyun ignored it, his breath easing its way out of captivity in his lungs, and poured.

“I submitted my edits.” He didn’t turn, the silence between you filled with the sound of whiskey in a tumbler, “Lee Haechan has notes.”

His shoulders were stiff, “Oh?”

You nodded, silent and knowing he wasn’t looking. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your throat, your ears, “He wants to meet with me.”

Jaehyun only hummed.

“Please.” You didn’t mean to say it. You didn’t mean to plead, for Jaehyun to hear it. It seemed fruitless to beg him, to let this silence swallow you up and put more space between the two of you, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He took a sip of his drink, licking his lips, “We just keep apologizing to each other. For what?”

“I don’t know what’s happening.”

“You’ve said that. Nothing is happening.” His world is crumbling, Jaehyun was lying to you while he was lying in ruins. The haze of alcohol made everything seem slow, heavy, impossible. He turned, leaning against the counter but still looking away, “We’re all just adjusting.”

“You said you wanted me to be happy.”

“I do.”

“Then please. Please just be honest with me.”

Jaehyun’s jaw clenched, “I am.”

The circles you’d spun in were wearing you down. Every conversation you’d had with Jaehyun for the last month spiraled the same way, until the ground caved in underneath you - another layer added each time, worse and worse the further down you went. Your heart was aching; if the daylight found you euphoric, the night and the drinks and the way Jaehyun avoided you found you in a state of misery.

The same conversation, the same circles, the same sickening feeling in your gut watching your best friend close himself off. February 14th in your book; distant underlined in black, detached highlighted in neon green. Jaehyun was two feet away and had never been further from you.

Anger replaced hurt long enough for you to say, “You’re so full of shit, Jae.”

“I’m full of shit?” That was the tipping point. His eyes were on you, zeroed in and pinched in a glare. Jaehyun tilted his head back and let the whiskey slide down his throat, the glass hitting the counter harder than he’d anticipated when he was done, “Has it always been him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Johnny. Has it always been Johnny?”

“No.”

“It’s just him now, then?” Jaehyun stepped closer, “You just woke up and decided that?”

You froze, hand at your sides and head tilted, “How do you think this works?”

“I don’t know and you won’t fucking talk to me about it.”

“I can’t talk to you about it!” You could hear the music from upstairs and hoped that it was loud enough to drown you out, to mask your explosion, “This is what happens. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know what it’s going to be. That’s the whole point, Jaehyun. Do you know where all your relationships will go from the start?”

He shook his head, not as an answer. Jaehyun shook his head and rolled it back, letting the debris settle around him, “Obviously not.”

“Why do I need to have so many answers for you?”

“It’s the same fucking thing you did with Sicheng.” It wasn’t. He didn’t mean it. Jaehyun sought out an escape and latched onto a lie, again. He watched the way your face twisted and immediately wanted to take it back. But, he doubled down, “Look how that ended.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” You didn’t wait for him to tell you, stepping back, “You’re out of your fucking mind. We were kids, Jaehyun.”

He called your name, stepping after you, taking up the space you’d been in before. Jaehyun was overwhelmed by cinnamon, pink pepper, mandarin, “We’re not kids anymore.”

“Exactly.”

Jaehyun’s voice was quiet, “Did you fuck him?”

You stopped, “What did you just say?”

“Did you fuck him?” You didn’t budge, you didn’t answer, you didn’t blink. Jaehyun ran his hands through his hair, “This whole thing is a game.”

Clarity came and went, weaving through your words, the music, the things Jaehyun said. Another layer of the Earth crumbled from another loop, “It’s not and for some reason that bothers you. You just won’t fucking admit it.”

“It doesn’t.”

“We’re having the same conversation, again, because it does.”

He was in front of you again, wavering again, “I don’t want to lose another friend because you want to fuck around.”

Johnny and Mark moved two floors above you, footsteps and laughter loud enough for you to hear in the silence that fell between you and Jaehyun. Fury and confusion mixed like another cocktail for you to swallow, another drink you’d choke down tonight. It was too much, every second, every word, every thought. It was all too much.

You blinked.

Jaehyun watched the tear roll down your cheek, watched it curve at your jaw and felt like he was going to be sick at the sight. He could see his bedroom door, considered how the night would’ve gone if he’d just gone to bed, cut himself off. Instead, he’d gone too far. Jaehyun reached for you, the most natural thing for him to do, his hand out in front of him. You pulled back. You kept pulling back.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“You said it.”

He said your name again, a broken whisper in the back of his throat, “I didn’t mean it. I don’t know why I - fuck, that’s not…”

“You didn’t lose Sicheng. You won’t lose Johnny.” Jaehyun wanted to correct you - that’s not at all what he was worried about. You kept pulling back and he kept pushing, doing everything he could to ensure he’d lose you. Every step was a misstep. Jaehyun was terrified, stuck in this moment, this loop. Your hand wiped the tear from your face, the ones that followed its path, “But, until you figure out what you do mean, I…I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

Your arms wrapped around yourself, comforted by Johnny wrapped around you, soothing you in the way Jaehyun would if he could reach. The ground held your attention, eyes cautious in case it gave way, again. You weren’t sure how much Earth there was to spare, how much of your foundation you and Jaehyun had left. He watched you shake your head, erase all the thoughts that had you so far away. Then, you told him, “Whatever this is. I don't know who we are anymore.”

Jaehyun couldn’t tell you. A little more than twenty-four hours ago, he thought he knew. In a world before he watched you kiss Johnny and feel something, before he saw your face when you really liked it, Jaehyun thought he could figure it out even though, “You said you felt nothing.”

He didn’t know you had heard him, he didn’t know he’d said it out loud, until you asked, “What?”

So, for the last time, he lied, “I said we’re nothing. We’re the same as we were.”

“Don’t. We keep saying that and then this keeps happening.” You looked at him, for the last time, “Figure it out.”

Then you left. Jaehyun waited until he heard your footsteps join Mark and Johnny. He stood perfectly still in his kitchen, breathing faster and faster with every second until he felt like he couldn’t stand anymore. Then, Jaehyun went to bed, freezing.

📻

A week had gone by quickly and the world adjusted around you, around Johnny, around an ache that still lingered and you tried to push down. A week had passed and you worked hard to find your footing on frosted over pavement, sidewalks that shone under a layer of ice - water from a late night storm. A week had passed and you were suddenly halfway through November, choking down the silence between you and your best friend.

The café helped in filling the quiet, bustling midday while you waited for your faceless author. Your latte cooled in front of you, the steam from it evaporating as the minutes passed by.

Then, he was there - Lee Haechan was exactly how you pictured him and somehow shockingly different. His oversized blazer hung open around him, tan against a plain white shirt and jeans. The black beanie on his head left a dent in his hair when he pulled it off and introduced himself, confirming your name and saying, “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, same.”

His head tilted to the side, eyebrow lifted, “Really?”

“Of course. I really enjoyed your book.”

Haechan laughed, straightening upright, “You did? You sure had a lot to say about it.”

You balked, “I mean…that’s my job.”

“Right.” He tapped at the table, “I didn’t disagree with most of it. Honestly, you’re the first editor that gave me honest feedback. So, I guess I should thank you.”

“I thought this was your first book.”

Haechan nodded, “It is. You’re the sixth editor that’s gone through it, though. Seventh if you count my friend, Sungchan.”

You leaned forward, wrapping your hands around your mug before bringing it to your lips, “Why so many?”

Haechan easily matched your position, leaning closer and smirking, “Everyone was full of shit.”

“And I’m not.”

He shrugged, “You might be. But, I liked it.”

He was something else - charming in a way that was almost off putting, confident and calm, “Okay. So, why did you want to meet?”

“Tell me about your first love.”

“Excuse me?”

Haechan leaned back again, watching as the waitress set his drink in front of him and crossing his arms, “I write about love. You’ve been in love right?” You nodded, slowly, one eyebrow arched in curiosity. You had no way of knowing where this was going, Lee Haechan was unpredictable, resolute when he asked again, “Tell me about it. The first time.”

“Okay, sure.” You’d spent years avoiding the topic and the last month circling back to it. Your head throbbed at the thought, but you told him, “He was an exchange student. He…I don’t know, the moment I saw him I felt like I just needed to be near him. He was so quiet and reserved, at the time, and it felt like he was a mystery. Does that make sense? I’d spent my whole life until that point surrounded by the same people and he was so new.”

“A shiny new toy to play with.”

Words that were unintentional knives, poking and prodding at the memory of Jaehyun in his kitchen. The implication that Sicheng was a game, that Johnny was too - Jaehyun had thrown the same knives. And, when they tore at your skin, when his words drew blood, Jaehyun was shocked. Haechan had no way of knowing how his words pierced fresh wounds, how you’d felt them reopen and used your latte to choke down what pain followed. He just watched you, curious as he’d been when he came through the door, and waited for you to speak.

“No. No, he was more than that. He was, I don’t know, bubbly? Vibrant and when he smiled it was like magic.”

“Wow.” Haechan sat with that, mulled it over while he sipped on his own drink. He looked at you, after a hard swallow and asked, “Is that Jaehyun?”

Your pulse stopped, veins cold and lifeless, hands squeezing tightly around your mug. Blinking, you begged Haechan for clarification, “What?”

“Jaehyun.” He took another sip, watching silently as you spiraled, “Is that your first love?”

“No. Jaehyun is…” The word was lost on you; Jaehyun was ice, he was cold and he was something he’d never been. Jaehyun was supposed to be your best friend, but he was shifting into something else, into a ghost and the thought made you nauseous, “He’s my friend.”

He hummed, “You mentioned his name in your notes a few times. I figured it was a reference.”

“He helped me. He…he let me read your book to him so I could work out my thoughts. I didn’t realize I’d left his thoughts in, as well.” You looked down into your mug, followed the swirl of the foam, “I’m sorry. That was really unprofessional.”

“I don’t mind.” Then, Haechan pushed, asked more from you than you were prepared for, “Are you sure he’s just a friend?”

There was nothing you were less sure of, not in that moment. But you knew what he was implying, you know how his words grabbed at your heart and tried to jumpstart the feeling you’d been chasing for years. That familiar ache you tried to push down. You shook your head, “I have a boyfriend.”

Haechan nodded, “Ah.”

Your phone buzzed, nudging a spoon closer to the edge. 12:49pm Come over tonight?

“Boyfriend?” You nodded, “Do you love him?”

“We’ve only been together for a week.”

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about him.” Haechan pointed to your phone, Johnny’s message still visible, “Love is strange. Every time I think I understand it, I find a new version somewhere else, in something else or someone else.”

“Maybe it’s not love, then. Maybe it’s infatuation.”

“Infatuation is messy.” Haechan shook his head, “There’s a purity in love, something untainted and clean about it. Love is a white light, infatuation is something else.”

“What do you mean?”

Haechan pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and placing it on the table between you. It was a page from his book, torn from the manuscript and scribbled on. He watched as you read over it; a passage about the love interest, a comment about the main character credited to Jaehyun. Haechan cleared his throat, “Jaehyun said the way Sanghoon felt was fleeting. The way it’s described was fleeting, ungrounded.”

“Right.”

“And you said…” Haechan leaned over the paper, himself, fingers tracing along your written notes, “What is more akin to love than desire to float away.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s more pure than a desire to fly? Love should feel like that.” Then he smiled, teasing and wide, “Light in color, light in weight.”

You looked at him, “You seem like the type to have an opinion on everything.”

Haechan barked out a laugh, “You’re right. I like talking to you.”

“I’m undecided.”

“Fair enough.” He checked his watch, humming at the time before he told you, “I have to go. We should meet again, though. And, really, think about it.”

“About what?”

Haechan was standing, securing his hat on his head again and taking another long sip of his drink before he looked directly asked you and repeated, for the second time, “Do you love him?”

📻

Taeyong’s apartment was warm; pleasantly covered in dim lights dangling from the ceiling, music lilting out of a speaker hidden by bodies in a small crowd. He ushered you in, “Hey you.”

His hug was welcome, just as warm as his home, “Hey Yong.”

You could hear Mark’s laugh, tucked away somewhere around the corner, mixed in with every other sound you had yet to match to a sight. The air was heavy with the smell of food, lingering on Taeyong’s clothes, on the apron tied around his waist. Taeyong slid your coat onto a hanger, put it in the closet and came to stand behind you, “He’s in the kitchen.”

You looked back at him, “He told you.”

Taeyong snorted, stepping around you into the apartment, “He’s telling everyone that will listen. Come on.”

As soon as you rounded the corner, as soon as you were in his line of sight, Johnny saw you. You watched the end of his sentence taper off, the way he stilled his stirring and the conversation he’d been having with Ten. Johnny locked onto you and opened his arms as wide as he could, heart full in his chest, “There’s my girl.”

You fell into him, breathed him in for the first time in two days - since your meeting with Haechan left you spiraling and Johnny turned spirals into comfortable, comforting spins. He held you close as you mumbled, “Hi babe.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Johnny held your hands around his waist, locked them there, “I like how that sounds.”

Johnny kissed your lips, Mark broke from his conversation with Yuta to hoot, to holler, to watch you tuck yourself back into Johnny, “Jesus.” You pushed your way under Johnny’s arm, “What are you making?”

He shrugged, closing the distance again and wrapping around you from behind, “Ask Taeyong.”

Johnny kissed your neck, palm flat on your stomach, the other guiding you to look back at him again. He wanted to kiss you, it was all he could think about all day. So, he blocked you from Mark’s view and moved his lips to yours, “Missed you.”

“Saw you this morning.” Johnny’s hand slipped down from your chin, down your arm, down to hold your hand in his. Insatiable was the closest to what he felt, “Missed you, too.”

“Stay with me tonight.” Johnny’s breath was hot against your ear, “Please.”

You hummed an agreement, sighed and leaned further into him, “Okay.”

Ten chopped vegetables behind you, “There are other rooms for that.”

“You can join.” He tossed the comment over his shoulder, Ten tossed a slice of carrot over his; laughing when it bounced off Johnny’s cheek and fell to the floor. Johnny turned back to you, “Did you see everyone else, yet?”

“Not yet.” You’d placed the spoon back into the pot, stirring the broth that bubbled and popped, “Who is here?”

“Yuta, Kun, obviously Mark and Ten.” Johnny looked around the room, “Jungwoo is on his way, Yangyang is running late and picking up Renjun.”

His name missing from the list didn’t go unnoticed. Do you love him had plagued you for two days. Words from a stranger that had embedded themselves in your brain, clawed at it until you didn’t have a choice but to listen. Johnny was warm against you and it was a comfortable distraction. Johnny was careful with you, easing you into view and keeping some things secret for the two of you. I wasn’t talking about him.

Part of you knew he wouldn't be here. Jaehyun would put as much distance between the two of you as he could; Taeyong was across the city, Taeyong lived in another world. You thought about asking Johnny to stay at yours tonight, to bring you back to your world and let you hang onto the last bit of closeness you had with Jaehyun. You were spiraling again.

“You okay?”

You nodded, “Kitchen is hot.”

“Come on.” Johnny pulled you from the heat of the stovetop, “Ten, can you stir.”

“Tell Kun he has to come cut.”

The living room was cooler, by far, louder and filled with interweaving conversations. You followed the end of one conversation and listened as it carried on into another, filling the empty space Kun had left on the couch.

Yuta had dyed his hair fire-engine red since the last time you’d seen him, a vibrant contrast to the layers of black he wore. He was engulfed in his conversation with Mark, elbows on his knees and leaned in. Mark, opposite him, seemed more at ease after his assessment date had passed. His hands moved wildly in front and around him, illustrating whatever he was relating to Yuta.

Taeyong was perched on the armrest of his chair, the one positioned in front of a shelf of his own work. His fingers were stained with paint, fading but always present, as they tapped at the screen of his phone. He looked up, lending his voice to the conversation when it was useful, turning his attention down when it wasn’t. Taeyong was similar to Johnny in that way, always moving with intention.

Kun and Ten were chatting in the kitchen, working around each other in remarkable sync. You were sure Ten had a new tattoo, just above his elbow, but he was too far away to tell now. Kun had pushed his glasses down from the top of his head, focused on the dish in front of him.

It made you feel sick, sitting in a space so full of life and still lingering on such an empty feeling. If you sat quietly long enough, you’d get lost in those thoughts. But, Johnny had his hand in yours and, when he could feel your grip loosening, he squeezed his fingers around yours and whispered something beautiful, something sweet. Something so wonderfully Johnny that you went from drifting to floating, only a slight difference between the two.

But it was enough for you to notice.

Kun told you all the food was ready, wiping at his hands with a towel before you all filed into the kitchen. Taeyong’s doorbell rang a second later, he rushed to answer it, “It’s probably Jungwoo.”

Just like Mark, you could hear him before you saw him. Jungwoo came into the kitchen with an announcement spilling from his lips, “I brought a surprise.”

Hope swelled in your chest, head turning and seeking him out. Searching for dimples, for a tugged at tie, for his laugh and his smell and the way he’d look for you, first. Ten spoke up, “Doyoung?”

And your hope shattered.

It was only when everyone filed out of the kitchen, only when you and Jungwoo remained, that you thought to ask, “Is Jaehyun not coming?”

Jungwoo licked at his fingertips, tasting a sauce Kun said was his specialty, “No. He couldn’t make it.” Jungwoo poured a ladle full of soup into his bowl, eyes flicking to you when he asked, “Didn’t he tell you?”

You lied, knowing the words fumbled coming out of your mouth. You lied, blinking and focusing on your already full plate. You looked up at Jungwoo and lied, “Yeah. Right. I must have forgotten.”

Jungwoo watched you leave the kitchen then, his phone heavy in his pocket with a message from Jaehyun.

8:12pm Tell me how she is.

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writella · 1 year ago

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Hi! @sinsandsweetness mentioned you when I had requested something from them. Theirs was just so wonderful and needed that day.

I was wondering if you would be comfortable doing a variation of that idea. Daryl x fem!reader, gentle smut while reader needs some comfort and closeness. I understand if you wouldn’t want to.

Thank you so much.

Hi! ♡ Sure :) I can do that. Perhaps I can use it as an exercise for myself to write something shorter. I think this came out a little more fluffy than maybe you might have wanted but I still added in everything! Let me know what you think! And thank you so much for being my first anon and first request- this was so exciting for me!

Also, for any other readers, I ended up not needing to use pronouns so you can consider this afab!reader, but you can still picture it as a fem!reader, anon, it still works both ways. ♡

This includes some smut, soft!Daryl, both reader and Daryl feeling down, and both of them expressing their care for one another.

Your bedroom window is always three inches open. You knew Daryl could get through without the help, but him coming into your room at night had become a recognized habit, so you decided it was best to do it anyway. It was a sign that he was welcomed, that he didn’t always have to sneak in for whatever reason he did. You would have always let him in. He should have known that.

You didn’t question it though, talking about your feelings to him wasn’t your strong suit either. Especially not tonight when the light breeze blowing from your window touched the tears rolling down your cheek, making them chill.

You turned from it, just in case Daryl decided to come that night. You didn’t want to worry him or seem like a child. Bad things happen everyday in this world. You don’t see anyone else at camp crying all the time. Yet there you were, finding it hard to shake these feelings for the third night in a row.

You heard the sliding of the glass now, Daryl’s finger pressing up on the window to make it wider. He held the sides and put his legs through first. Normally this would have been seamless and silent, but Daryl was getting comfortable with this routine, becoming more lax with his stealth in this case.

You wiped your tears quietly, your hand movements very slow, not daring to move too far to the sides just in case he saw your fingers. You hoped he would just think you’re awake but not crying.

“You up?” He asks, his voice is a whisper, but nonetheless you hear his ever present rasp.

“Yes,”

He takes off his shoes, and his pants, and his vest, hanging it on the hooks of the back of your door. He sits on your bed then, just on the corner, his hands on his knees, motionless.

You look up at him, trying your best to make your inhale not sound like a sniffle. “Daryl?”

“Hm,”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you?” It’s a retort, but he says it just as genuinely and softly as you asked. “Why were you crying?”

You’re silent for a minute. Why is it as if you have all the words when you are alone, but the second someone is around, the second that someone shows they care, you are wordless? Your mind is so heavy, the thoughts spiraling, but your mouth is completely empty and dry. Speaking becomes impossible now. “I don’t know,” is all you can say.

You come up to him and sit beside him. He only looks at you quickly through the corners of his eyes, but keeps his head down, his hair in his face.

You hold his opposite shoulder and his leg and move your head into the crux of his neck, closing your eyes. Your hand then moves to his cheek, gently brushing up and down, feeling the bristles of his facial hair. It makes him lean into you.

Finally, his head turns to your face, your hand still resting at the side of his. Your thumb brushes over his sad eyes and his lips and he wipes your slow coming tears.

He kisses your nose, rubbing his into yours, until he starts to kiss your lips. His hand comes to your jaw and neck as he deepens it, laying you on the bed. The two of you move upwards until you reach your pillow again.

He delicately takes off your shirt, and pants, and underwear and you try to help him do the same.

He lays on you now and you hold his head and neck. His hands are at your hips as he slowly presses down on you, moving. You press up into him. He kisses your neck, peppering it lightly.

Afterwards, he pushes himself inside of you and moves only a little until his motions stop. His arms and body wrapping around you in totality. Your arms try their best to reach everywhere on his back, your movements so slow, delicate, and tender. You untangle pieces of his hair softly. He is inside of you, but truly you are hugging, embracing each other with love.

As a moment passes you finally whisper, “It’s so hard to pretend everything is okay all the time.”

You’re on the verge of tears again as you admit it. “There are things about the past that I don’t want back, ever, but some days I just really wish we didn’t have to fight… sometimes I just get so tired… sometimes I think I would-”

A scary thought comes that you decide not to share.

Daryl looks at you now, holding your head. It’s almost as if his hands are just that big as he holds both sides. You feel the warmth radiating off of them to your cheeks and your ears. He puts his forehead against yours, sending all his love through to you. “We don’t gotta pretend in here.”

He kisses your lips again, it’s sweet and light. You’ve never felt him do it like this before.

He begins to truly move inside you now. Your arms wrap around his middle back, it’s like you’re still hugging until he takes your hands in his, resting them parallel to your head as he holds on and he pumps just a bit faster, creating a deep and steady rhythm.

His head is curled into your neck as you sigh into him, his body making you feel a release from your worries. It causes him to meet your eyes again but they are closed. He kisses you once more, ‘I love you,’ his lips are truly saying as they melt into you, ‘It’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay. Just for you.’

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader smut #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #twd fanfiction #twd smut #afab reader #daryl dixon x afab!reader #💌 ask answered 💌#anons ♡#wonders with writella #wonderings with daryl

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before-it-felt-like-a-sin · 1 year ago

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Could I maybe request LottiexFem!reader headcanons where reader is wayy shorter than Lottie? Just fluff and forehead kisses and reader being the little spoon.<33

btw- I love your work!! Keep it up.:]

Height Difference Lottie Matthews Headcanons

this is so fun and silly also tysm for the complement 😭😭

I'm so envisioning Lottie like using you as an armrest

Obviously you're like "screw you" but she does it anyways

The arm on your head is her go-to pose for couples pics too

She also constantly rests your head on top of yours because come on! You're the perfect height!

Whenever you want to initiate a kiss you have to like... drag her down or ask her to lean over

She thinks it's adorable but you hate it

Lottie used to be really insecure about her height, like especially when she thought she had to date guys

She didn't want to be taller than her boyfriend!!

But then she realized she didn't want a boyfriend

Even then she was like hm do I really want to be this tall

And then she met you and you were short as hell and like couldn't reach the top shelf at the grocery store

So now she loves being tall

Speaking of the grocery store...

The girl doesn't even let you TRY to reach high up

"I could've gotten that" "with a step-stool maybe" "fuck off"

You guys do in fact have a stool at your apartment for you to use when Lottie isn't home

She bought it because you kept standing on chairs and falling from them (from personal experience this is hell. I need to buy a stool)

You boycotted said stool in the beginning but eventually were like "okay this makes my life significantly easier"

Obviously Lottie is normally the big spoon

But sometimes, like if she's sick or had a bad day, you spoon her

It's almost comical

You're like a backpack on her because of the height difference

She appreciates the effort if not the delivery

Not height related but she braids your hair. She loves messing with it too. Like yall will just be standing there and then you realize you have like 7 tiny braids in your hair

Okay back to her being so hella tall

You definitely tried to give her a piggyback ride once

Needless to say that that didn't end up working out

If we're thinking like a more modern setting Lottie absolutely used her height to her advantage when taking 0.5 pictures of you

She had a whole album dedicated to them

The insta birthday posts are absolutely horrendous

If you ever wake up and Lottie's standing somewhere in your bedroom you're like "there's my sleep paralysis demon" for a second

And then you're like "oh whoops that's my tall as hell gf"

Also forehead kisses happen so often

Lottie thinks it's a pain to bend down to your lips every time she wants to kiss you

So most of the time it's like right on your hairline or just the top of your head

The amount of lipgloss in your hair is astronomical

Cuddling with her is so nice though because she's so much taller than you and you feel so safe with her

Like not only is she probably strong as fuck but she's also tall? Goddamn

Sometimes you lay on top of her like a weighted blanket and she's so here for it

She tried to do it to you once but it didn't have the same affect

When yall do dishes you wash them/unload the dishwasher and she puts the dishes away because she can reach the shelves and you can't

Around Christmas and your birthday she hides your gifts on the top shelf of your closet

Lottie's just such a cutie I love these

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets season 1 #lottie matthews x yn #lottie matthews x you #lottie mathews x reader #lottie x reader #lottie matthews #Lottie Matthews headcanons

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nofingjustaninchident · 9 months ago

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⛧° you promised you’d come back

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

content: jason grace x pluto!fem!reader blurb

warnings: angst, not a happy ending, interrupted friends to lovers, death of character, really short.

a/n: i know, i know, i have to post the leo fic first. whatever?? i wrote this late night in the hospital in my phone and i cried, so you’re gonna read it and cry too. this one doesn’t even have wc or song cause i literally left it just like i wrote. shits really short. good luck 🫡

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

You didn’t have any news on how the damn quest was going.

No Iris message. No letter. Absolutely no indication that your best friend was still alive. lt was a mix of emotions together, but especially fear.

Fear that maybe he wasn’t alive anymore. Maybe he had finally succumbed to one of those damned quests that your parents put you through, because somehow, they can’t do it on their owns.

But you had to cling to the small light of hope that was alive and that he was okay. After all, he promised you he’d come back.

“Of course i’ll come back, y/n/n. I always do.”

And maybe when you do came back, you thought, i’m finally be able to tell you how much i love you.

But all that hope was completely and totally crushed down the moment that Nico came to your apartment, along with Lester, Meg and Piper.

All of them had a dark and intense gaze, but especially Nico.

You obviously knew about the growing friendship that Jason had with the younger boy. Gods, Jason even talked about him like an older brother talks about his baby sibling.

And that’s when you knew. That’s when it hit you, that’s you’d never see Jason again.

“Y/n… can i come in?” Nico asked, his voice cracked. He instantly cleared his throat and stand up straight, swallowing a lump. “I mean- we. Can we come in?”

You just nodded, the tears already welling up in your eyes.

“Hm… Im really sorry to say this, Y/n, but… Jason didn’t make it. Caligula, he-“ Apollo - Jason’s half brother, cause nothing could be better - said, but you interrupted him with a raise of your hand.

“It’s okay. You didn’t have to come all the way here to talk to me about this. You have a quest to continue, i get it. You can go now.” You said, your voice trying to sound firm and certain.

“Y/n, are you-“ Piper said, reaching out a hand to you.

“Yes.” You said, taking a step back away from her. You and Piper never had the best relationship, and you just thought that she was the last person you’d want around in a moment like this - the girl who first killed Jason. “I’m fine. Really.”

You tried to sound reassuring, but Nico quickly caught in your facade. He cleared his throat again and looked back at the trio behind him. “It’s fine.” He said, and they finally backed off.

Meg was the only one who didn’t. She achtualmy took a step forward and pulled you in to a hug. She was a few inches shorter than you, so it was hard for her, but the hug was very appreciated. You quickly reciprocated, and she finally pulled away. She had puffy eyes and a pout on her lips.

“I’m sorry about him. I know you were close.” She said in a whisper, only to both of you hear, and you smiled. She was sweet. You nodded and whispered back a small ‘thank you’. And then, they finally left.

When you closed the door, you immediately broke into sobs. Your brother was quick to cradle you into his arms, and you just sobbed.

Not that far after, you felt his body also shaking. You didn’t think you ever saw Nico cry, but this was understandable, at least. He was his best friend. He was the best friend to both of you.

“W-why, Nico? It’s- it’s not fair! He’s- he was too young, he-“ You groaned as you sobbed into Nico’s old jacked, damping it completely. Bit you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when that happened.

He nodded, caressing your back.

He was gone. Jason was gone. Your Jason. Your best friend. The man you were in love with. The person that you grew to admire, looking up to how kind, generous and intelligent he was.

Your favorite person. Your soulmate.

In the end, all that’s left is a broken promise, a crossed heart and a shattered soul.

#all my love 🍀#postcards from leah #jason grace #jason grace angst #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo

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ramcharantitties · 8 months ago

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Rangrez

Chapter 7- pillow talk

S/n: EHY IS RAM SI HOT I WAS BLUSHING T WRITE THIS

Ram lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent, but his mind buzzed with thoughts of Kainat. Her laughter echoed in his ears, her smile painted vividly in his mind. He wondered if she was thinking of him too, and the thought warmed him. Kainat, miles away, sat by her window, gazing at the stars. Each twinkle seemed to reflect Ram's eyes, the way they crinkled when he smiled. She replayed their conversations, his words resonating with a depth she hadn't felt before. She hoped he was thinking of her too, the possibility sending a shiver down her spine.

It was around seven in the morning when Ram stepped out of his place to meet someone. He had received a tip-off from his informer about a significantly new lead in the underground revolutionary movement. A wealthy woman, known for her unwavering support of the cause, had deposited funds into the movement, enabling them to execute their plans for mass protests and riots against the British regime. Seeing the conditions, it was likely a woman from rich business households.

Ram felt both excited and worried. He just had to find proof to show that a woman was behind the funding. Immediately his informer handed him a yellow, orange and red band, a seemingly subtle bracelet but it held the weight of truth within its fibers. He carefully kept the band safe and let his source know of future plans.

It was only ten by the time he was done, maybe he could stop by Akhtar's place? The break he got right now from the duties was great, his work was to track down potential revolutionary leaders. If he was able to catch the woman his source mentioned, what if he would be able to get a promotion? Ram carefully pulled out the band from his pocket, eyeing it. It looked handmade, and durable. He pocketed it, walking back his own home.

Kainat made her way to Akhtar's home. She couldn't help but remember what Ram has said and she was determined to deliver another dish so his uncle could also relish some taste. As she was about to enter, Kainat heard the familiar sound of engine and turned to see that Akhtar has just come home. Although, he looked tensed and anxious. His eyebrows furrowed and his usual cheery smile was missing from his face. Akhtar immediately locked eyes with Kainat. "Bhaiya, what happened?" She asked, looking up at the broad shoulders. She unconsciously realised Ram is shorter than him.

Akhtar gave her a long look. "Nothing" he muttered. "Are you sure? You look like you just lost something worth a million diamonds" Kainat smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Akhtar could only smile back, faking it, not sure how to tell. He was in an underground meeting when some constables found the address and started arresting the freedom fighters. Akhtar lost the bracelet Kainat made them.

"Bhaiya?" Kainat snapped him out of trance and he looked back at her sweet face. "Hm? What?" He asked, missing whatever she said. "I said can you drop me at Mr. Ramaraju's place?" Akhtar's smile turned genuine at her request. "Of course. Do you guys want to talk about something?" Kainat blushed. "Nothing serious, he just invited me there." "Oh did he now?"

Kainat sat behind Akhtar on his motorbike, riding away to Ram's. Akhtar led her way, opening the door to his place. Ram wasn't seen anywhere, so Akhtar called out for him. Kainat caught a sight and went inside his room, since she couldn't help but rake her eyes at the books that lined up each crevice of his room. All kinds of books. She wondered if she would find something interesting in his pile. Kainat heard a distinct chatter, and found Ram talking to Akhtar. She entered the room, to see Ram's bare chest on full display. He must not have noticed her yet, as he was still taking his time wearing his tshirt. Kainat couldn't help but sneak glances- his loose shirt with straps does no justice. To avoid the awkwardness, Kainat went back in his room to keep the dish in kitchen.

"You never invite me" Akhtar's statement pulled Ram out of the blush on his cheeks. "What?" He asked, staring at Akhtar.

"You invited Kainat. She's inside. But you never invite me"

Ram's lips pressed in a thin line. "That's because you're always here" he muttered, and wore his tshirt. Akhtar squinted his eyes. "Anyways, I'm gonna go, I have work at mechanic shop" Ram nodded. "Enjoy" Ram turned to him in confusion, only to find Akhtar gone.

Ram snapped his fingers, pulling Kainat out of her daydreams. "How are you feeling now?" Ram asked, and Kainat smiled. "You helped" she said, and Ram reciprocated her smile. "Tell me more about yourself" she hugged her knees closer and sat how she did when they both were sitting on floor. Ram stared up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing. Kainat shut her thighs. "I'm not really interesting I guess. I wake up before sun and go for a run. Do some archery, bath in the river. Work a little" Ram shrugged and looked back at Kainat. "I can see" she said with a mischievous smile, and Ram chuckled. "I mean, I've never really seen any men as fit as you so" Kainat tried to state a matter of fact, but her smile made Ram feel the sarcasm. He cocked his eyebrows, and shook his head. "What about your parents?" Ram's smile fainted at her question. "Passed away when I was young" Kainat's smile also disappeared at his answer, muttering a "mine too". Ram turned to her.

He stepped in his room, to see Kainat sitting on the floor, between the building of piles, reading the back of a book. He stared at her, closely. Her hair was dark, pulled at one side and she was wearing a simple pink kurti set. Both her hands had bangles adorning and circular earrings. He must have sighed loudly, for her to turn her head and peak. "Mr. Ramaraju?" Ram smiled lowly to himself. "You can call me Ram, please"

Kainat stood up, the voice of her payal matching. Her kurti has a square neck, letting him peek at her collar bones. A thin dupatta was on her shoulder. "Akhtar bhaiya?" She asked, and Ram heard her voice for the first time in so long. "Mechanic shop" she nodded, and crossed the sea of books to sit on his bed. Ram stared at her. "You can take some if you wish" Kainat shook her head in no. "I brought some from Lahore. I will finish them first" Ram smiled, and sat next to her. "Did you bring something?" He asked, leaning back on his arms on the mattress. "Yes, something for your uncle. I hope he likes it" Kainat struggled to talk, staring at his rock hard chest. Despite sleeping with so many men, Kainat had never felt like this. She did, when she met him, because of whom Rehana aapa sold her to someone else.

"Well, parents died when I was young, I only had my sisters with me. Rehana aapa, Mallika and Waheeda. Rehana aapa was cruel, but I felt she loved me. She also has a daughter, Fareedan. She is the cutest girl I know. Mallika and I never got along, although we are the same age. And Waheeda only talks to me when she needs something. But we have Phatto and Satto bi, they take good care of me...use to" Kainat's smile disappeared at that. "I hope Fareedan is fine" she whispered, and a tear escaped the side of her eye. Ram leaned forward to wipe it, when Kainat realised she was crying. She giggled, embarassed and pulled herself up wiping them.

"What if I tell you a secret?" Ram leaned in, and Kainat raised her eyebrows. She stared at his chiseled jaw, his long eyelashes. "When I was young, I stole my father's gun. With a friend of mine, I went to the hills and shot a range. My shoulder ached the next day and there was a sprain. That's how my father found out that I was pretty good at aiming." Ram smiled at the fond memories. "They aren't my real sisters"

Ram's head whipped to Kainat at her secret. "I was adopted by them and to fit in Rehana aapa changed my name. My real name is Kanika. But I like Kainat more anyways." Ram stared with disbelief. He then asked a question he always had in mind. "What do you know about Heeramandi?"

Kainat's blood ran cold at his question. "What?" She pretended not to know, not to care. "You said you lived near Heeramandi- why is it famous?" Ram stared with genuine curiosity. "Well Heeramandi is a market for men. Women sell themselves, their self respect and body just to cater their needs. And not just any men- Nawabs and British officers, only high status men. We have a class to mai-" Ram quickly looked at her face. Was she caught yet? "We?" He asked, sitting up. Kainat giggled- she had to hide somehow. She changed her sitting position, and extended her leg out. Ram's attention switched for a second and she used that to cover her mistake. "I meant they. I said we as a woman" Ram looked back at her, nodding.

"You don't look like you fit in them with anyways. They must be pretty" Kainat's eyebrows furrowed at his statement. Ram broke a grin, when she realised what he said. Picking up the nearest pillow, she smacked him with it, only to be caught and tackled. Kainat fell on the bed with a pillow in her hand, and Ram laid on top of her, holding the pillow. They could hear each other's breath, and Ram noticed the mole near Kainat's eye. "You're pretty" he muttered. "You too" she replied.

It wasn't long before they leaned in a kiss.

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Tagging: @ramayantika @yehsahihai @vijayasena @jeniniie @gloriouspurpose01 @multifandom-boss-bitch @jkdaddy01 @definitelyhim

#ghungru #ram charan #rrr #rrr movie #desi tag #fanfic #ram x reader #rambheem #ram x wife!reader #rrr tarak charan #heeramandi #rangrez

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blackfeather-raven · 7 months ago

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Draft WARNING: Vomiting, Attempted murder, and mention of being drugged.

The night was cool and loud, the wind shook the tree and pushed the water against the shores. Orpheus shivered as the wind hit his skin, his hands came up and tried to cover his exposed skin. Goose skin rose up on his arms as he forced his feet forward.

The boy was trying to find his way home, which was not going very well. Orpheus paused looking past the tree in an attempt to find the small house he lived in. Yet all he could see was more darkness and more trees.

“Maybe this was a bad idea…” Orpheus muttered to the wind, not searching for an answer as he regrets his decision to stay out late. He was feeling strange,

“What’s wrong pretty boy? Lost?” A venomous voice spoke above the wind. Orpheus froze, his muscles tensed.

“Aww, look at him, he's all scared!” Another voice closer to him teased.

A knot formed in Orpheus’s throat, his head twisted around to find more than just two young men behind him. Even in the darkness he could see crooked smiles on their faces. It sent chills down his spine, frightening him more than any nightmare had ever.

“What- What-” A few laughed as his voice struggled. “What do- do you want?” Orpheus tried to sound firm, strong, and yet everything was a struggle against the knot in his throat.

One of the men walked closer to him, making their height and size very obvious. Orpheus was tall for his age, but lean that wouldn’t go away no matter how much he ate. The boy walking towards him was fit, but he was shorter than Orpheus.

“What’s wrong, hm? Come on pretty boy, speak up!” the boy snarled angrily as he reached up to shove Orpheus into a large trunk. Without permission Orpheus’s voice let out a scared whine that made those twisted grins grow larger.

Everything happened too fast for Orpheus’s dazed mind to keep up. One moment Orpheus had his back to a tree, words were thrown at him like blades. His words were caught in his throat as more and more people began to crowd him. Then he was on the grass with pain in his torso, the voices around him were blurring together into hateful noises. Then someone grabbed his hair and yanked on his curls to his feet and pulled him along.

Orpheus’s eyes were blurring, but he could feel the change from grass to sand. He could feel the change from cool air to frigid water and rocks. His hair was yanked back again the cool air hit his face, before his head was shoved under the water. His nose hit a rock and he felt a sharp pain throb through his face.

‘Am I going to die?’ A stray somewhat coherent thought went through his mind. ‘Are they going to kill me?” Somehow the fear in his mind became louder and the throbbing of his heart was filling his ears.

‘I do not want to die- please I don’t want to die! Please make it stop!’ Orpheus' mind screamed as his lung ached. ‘Patér! Patér they are going to kill me!’ His mind cried out as the tirednesses clawed at his brain.

His head was pulled up again and wasn’t pushed back under again. Instead his body was pulled away from the water and onto the sand. Or at least it felt like sand, he had his eyes closed, he wasn’t sure when he closed his eyes but he couldn’t open them. He also noticed that he couldn’t hear anything other than his pound heart.

Breathing was just as difficult out of the water as it had been under. His breaths were short and felt like swallowing fire. His head throbbed in pain The only thing that Orpheus could focus on that didn’t hurt was the sand. The sand felt soft under his skin. The sand was the only soft thing he could feel that gave him comfort, until something warm pressed under his chin.

Something smooth ran over his temples and combed through his hair. Something clattered in his ear, pulling his focus away from the sound of his heart. His eyelids twitched and the weight of them seemed to ease slightly. He cracked both of his eyes open and was greeted by a large white and black blur covering his entire vision.

The clattering continued as his hair was combed. It took his mind too long to clear, but once most of the heaviness and fizzing faded away he realized.

Realized the thing running through his hair was a beak and the black and gray blur was not just any sort of bird. It was Jessamy. His patér’s raven hopped back to look at him.

“Orpheus…?” Jessamy clittered her beak as she spoke. “Orpheus, dearie are you okay?” She hopped closer to run her beak over his cheek.

“Jess…” He slurred, but immediately his throat clogged. Twisting his head around and away from her, as a burning pain surged up his throat and he vomited up sea water. He could hear worried clicking as she pressed up to the back of his neck.

Having twisted his head around he spotted movement behind him. Something lanky and dark was hovering over white figures on the ground, he could hear broken sobs coming from that direction too.

“Pa…?” His voice crooked out, before he felt the burning pain in his throat again.

The dark figure jerked back and it twisted unnaturally around and bright red dots were staring down at him. It made it easier to see the large jagged pearly white teeth in its mouth. Its face was thin and so black it stood out from the darkness around it. It looked like it was pulling the darkness into it actually. It looked like a creature that one could only see in one's nightmares.

“Orpheus…” The voice sounded like it was under water, but it still wrapped around Orpheus like a protective hold.

Orpheus-if he had been in the right mind-would have been embarrassed how easily he shattered and let out a broken sob from the one word. In a blink of an eye that nightmare creature was gone. Soon a black haired and pale man that Orpheus knew very well.

“Hush now my son…” Morpheus soothed as he took a few long strides over to his son. “Those men cannot harm you any longer, they will never look at you again.” There was a hint of anger in his tone, but it was hidden from his expression. The King of Dream’s slowly and carefully slid his hands under Orpheus’s chest and lifted him off the sand and out of his own vile.

Orpheus whined at the sudden spike of pain in his body as he was cradled in his patér’s arms. Twitching his hand he brought them up and curled them around the black silk of his robe. His tears and blood soaked into the dream made fabric.

“My son…” Morpheus murmured, panic laced in its edges. “I promise you are safe now… Is it the pain?” Gently he smooths the brown hair on Orpheus’s head.

“Get him home my lord, Calliope can call Asclepius to help,” Jessamy spoke when landing on her lord's shoulder to look down at his young boy.

“Of course…” He whispered, used his robe to whip the vomit off of Orpheus’s cheek. The sand around them rose from the ground and began to circle the father, son and bird.

#the sandman #orpheus #dream of the endless #jessamy the raven #attempted murder #protective dad #this is a draft and has no plot #sandman netflix #morpheus #orpheus sandman

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dracocheesecake · 10 months ago

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Don't Deal With The Chameleon

Summary: When Zhen still lived with the Den of Thieves, (when they were still above the streets) she asked a very simple question. Han gave her an answer, one he hoped she wouldn't forget- because he couldn't.

Warning: Potential spoilers for KFP4, though this is only canon to my rewrite, also mentions of child abuse, and implied violence.

“Why don't we try one on her?”

Zhen was only seven years old. It had been a simple question, asked absent-mindedly, as she and some of the other thieves polished up glass pearls to make them look real; they had another con they were going to pull tomorrow, selling them for some quick change to the suckers in the market. Han had a rag in hand, polishing a large glass orb, and glanced up at her.

“Hm? On who?”

“The Chameleon.”

Everyone gasped. They all stopped what they had been doing and stared at her, open-mouthed. Zhen clenched her rag tightly in her paw, muscles going tense. She never liked it when so many people stared at her. Nothing good ever happened afterwards. She glanced around, searching for an escape.

Han provided it. He glanced around at the rest of the gang and then waved his claws dismissively.

“Alright, everyone, clear out. I need to have a talk with Zhen, real quick. I think it's time to explain the Rules to her.”

One of the older members- an antelope, a woman Zhen only vaguely knew- gave Han some sort of look she was too young to decipher, though she was street smart enough to guess she probably wasn't supposed to. Han chewed the inside of his cheek irritably and waved her off, too, more vigorously than the others.

“Yeah, I can handle it. It's fine. I'm just going to explain a little something. It's educational. It'll be good for her.”

Now Zhen wondered if this was going to hurt; none of the thieves had ever actually hurt her before, Han especially had never even made such a threat, save as a joke- but Zhen had been around angry adults before, who had defined “educational” as hitting a child after she stole an orange to feed herself. She clutched the rag she held tighter, bearing her teeth just a little as he approached.

The pangolin just stood and looked down at her for a moment, searching. Then he sighed.

“Relax, kid. I’m not going to beat you. You asked a question, so I’m going to answer. It’s just a long story. I’ll make it shorter: once upon a time, there was a monkey named Bo, a snake named Biming, an antelope named Zimo, a leopard named Jun, and a little owl named Nuwa. Got that?”

Zhen nodded. She did relax some, now the threat was averted. Han smiled and nodded.

“Good. Now, here's the tricky part: they were some of the greatest thieves the Den had ever seen- the entire city had ever seen, probably, possibly the entire world- but that's boasting. Anyway: they made a great team, and they were very talented. Could steal the very pants off you before you even realized it- and in broad daylight.

They were good. When the Den had them, things were running smoothly. Everyone had more than they could eat and plenty of money to spend- Yeah, this was waaay before you. And then, Bo- remember, that's the monkey- he got this funny idea one day, right? He says to me, ‘Hey, let's pull a heist on the witch up on that hill’.”

Han sighed and flicked the rim of his hat so it bounced somewhat, then shook his head.

“...I said: ‘Bo, that's stupid. Don't let that leave your mouth around anyone else or they'll laugh you out of here’. You know what happened next?”

Zhen nodded. “He did it anyway?”

“Yeah. And somehow, this numbskull talks the others into doing it with him. Zimo comes to me about it, and Jun was in for it just because Zimo was, and Biming- I thought she had some sense, I was wrong on that one- and then Nuwa! I couldn't believe it, but hey, if anyone could do it…”

There was some sort of shift in the atmosphere of the room, something Zhen caught onto immediately. Han's whole demeanor changed- but it wasn't immediately dangerous to her, so she had no real concern with it, yet. Still, it made her fur bristle.

There were round windows here, in the old warehouse, and on one side they got a good breeze- and on the other, a great view of the city. Han climbed up onto the crate just under one of them and stood to look out of it. The rag dripped a little in his claws.

“...They said it was just going to be a quick heist, simple: just to scope the place out, you know?- Nothing serious, not yet…just to make the attempt, just to see if a real job would be worth the effort. Surely, a place that big, her, with her reputation, the way she…She had to be loaded, she had to keep all that scratch somewhere, right?”

He swallowed. The rag made a wet squelching noise as he wrung it out.

“...They didn’t come back for awhile- I knew they wouldn't, heists could take any length of time, even just the run-downs, if you had to make a quick escape and lay low for a bit…But…this…I remember-”

He chuckled. It wasn’t a funny chuckle, more of a swallowing sound, like the noise a cat would make before vomiting.

“I thought, ‘Hey, they should be back by now- I hope they weren’t dumb enough to get caught. Wouldn’t that be some bad luck’?- And- And then…”

The rag he was squeezing went tighter and tighter into a spiral, as he wrung it between his hands. His feet were getting wet, as was the crate. Suddenly, he went perfectly still. There was a soft inhalation of breath. When he spoke again, his voice was perfect and glassy.

“...Bo came back. Just swaggering back in, bragging to everyone about how they did it, he was so, so, bouncy, swinging around everywhere, the way he always was after a heist- how he always had such energy afterwards, I could never wrap my- never- that's not the point. Look, he comes in…but what about everyone else? I ask him that, we're all askin’, he puts his hands up, all ‘I'll get to that in a minute’- ‘Well, did they get caught? Where are they?’- He says, ‘Relax, I'll get to it-’”

Han made that noise again. The rag squelched again. “...I noticed something, then. I was close enough to him to see it- look, he had this scar, right? About here?” He gestured with a claw to a spot just under his jawline. Zhen nodded.

“-Yeah. About there.” Han chortled, a genuine one this time. His eyes clouded over, somewhat nostalgic through the darker haze,, a patch of sun through the rain.

“He used to like to play with knives when we were kids- cut himself bad. I remember, one time I flicked a coin at him, burst it back open, and it never really healed right- the point is: it was a bad scar. Real nasty.”

His eyes darkened again. He tightened his grip on the rag.

“...He didn't have it when he came back. I noticed that. No one else did. He was talking over everyone, going on about how they snuck by the guards, climbed the walls, picked a lock or two- the usual step-by-step, that's how he was, he liked to explain himself real well, make an epic saga of it…That was right.” He nodded to himself. “...That was right…but it wasn't.

He swung around one of the columns, and then slithering around the other side of it was Biming, continuing the story right where Bo had left off…She had a nice voice. A clear voice, she was a good singer. That was right.”

Zhen furrowed her brow, but she wasn't confused. Han saw it, and he nodded again.

“...Then Biming went around a corner, and back around here's Zimo, continuing where Biming left off. He had a slight limp, but that didn't stop him from being a good pick-pocket. He noted, too, that they had almost got caught because of that lame hoof, but Jun managed to carry him, so they got pretty far in, alright…Jun continued where Zimo left off, and he confirmed it…Jun was a big guy, but a nice guy. He loved Zimo, you know…”

He bit his lip. He blinked, hard, a couple times.

“...And then when Jun went into the shadows, out came Nuwa, stepping forward…”

His breath shuddered. Again he had to blink hard before he could continue. He imitated a hoarse, feminine voice:

“...’We got in alright, that part was easy. We snuck past the few sleeping guards, and then we came to one of the corridors- probably around the north side. We crept along, searching for the treasure trove…’”

Han paused. He was shaking. Then he took the longest breath he had taken thus far. When he spoke, the imitation of a feminine voice changed into something harder, colder.

“...’And then they ran into me.’”

His voice broke back into its own. “The Chameleon, standing right in our midst, grinning right in my face- I knew. I knew, then…I knew it, I knew it, I knew…She didn't have to string ‘em- she…she didn't have to do anything. I knew.”

Han wrung the rag between his hands. It was bone-dry at this point. His eyes remained glued to the window, the last rays of sunlight striking the deep brown of his eyes golden- the glare must have been intense, but he seemed blind to it. There was a thick silence, and she saw his lower jaw trembling, heard the softest sound of his teeth chattering together- a nervous reflex. She didn’t know Han could be nervous, or afraid.

“...Those were my friends, Zhen.” He said, softly.

Zhen clambered up onto the crate with him, but even then she had to stand on her tip-toes and haul herself up with her paws to see over the edge of the windowsill, to see what he was looking at.

The sun had set beyond it, now, and she could see the compound that loomed over the city clearly: more than that, in the blue shade the muted colors came out more distinct, and now she saw the slight discoloration on the wall facing their den. She had never seen it before, never noticed it, it had been so weatherworn, scrubbed so perfectly clean…or so it had seemed.

Her eyes widened. A small gasp escaped her, and she turned to look up at Han. He was looking at her, and he saw she understood. He handed her the rag.

“And that,” he said, “is why we don’t deal with the Chameleon. That’s the greatest rule of them all, and the one you can only break once. Don’t ever forget that.”

Then he got down off the box and picked up one of the glass pearls. He held it for a moment, rolling it this way and that in his palm.

“...Anyway, these still won't cut it. HEY! Everybody! Get your lazy tails back in here-”

And after that, everything seemed to go back to normal. Han was joking around, making threats and promises and swearing along with everyone else as they polished their goods, though Zhen was certain she wasn’t imagining the slight dampness in the mood. Her eyes kept glancing at the window, at the sliver of wall she could see where she sat, and the story played over in her mind, along with that one rule, more precious than its weight in gold.

She went to sleep that night still thinking of the stains on the wall, and Han’s chattering teeth. And she wondered to herself: if she messed up, if she did the wrong thing just once, didn’t manage to get away…would it be her face the Chameleon wore when she came back here, while the real Zhen was left hanging?

#kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #rewrite #spoilers #fanfic #zhen the fox #han the pangolin #the den of thieves #ficlet #the Chameleon #angst #it gets dark in the undertones and implications #this is sort of just a word spill didn't put much effort into it but hopefully the emotion is there

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yoshikoooo · 2 years ago

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Scaramouche and Kazuha AS YOUR BROTHER! HC

Kill me romantically~

No, Im seriously worried about your mental health if he was your brother.

Hearing loud thuds at night and a scream of profanity is now normal to you. 'He is obviously losing on his game' . You rolled your eyes and went back to sleep.

Your brother is not much of a sweet type of brother.

Rather an egocentric one.

He obviously doesn’t like it when someone other than him gets to be presumptuous around you. Knowing Scaramouche, Once they get on his nerves, He would obviously do some tricks to lure them out and Beat the heck out of them. also, he wont forget to vent his undying anger on them.

" You assholes! Wasting my time here! And there! If you guys had some sense and didn't pick on her then this wouldn't have happened! "

He said furiously while kicking their stomach.

You obviously know how lunatic Your damn brother is and Knowing that, You still dare to pick fights with him. Go bad bitch, go bad bitch, Go.

On that note, You guys are seriously Fighting 24/7. There wasn't a day wherein the both of you didn't fight. He even called you ugly when you were a newborn baby. The auDaCiTy...

Mother gave up on Easing the fight. Its just not worth her time anymore. Too tired of the same bullsh*t everyday.

Once the both of you are outside, A Beautiful facade is shown. The smile you gave to each other and Giggles while talking on your way to school would make the passerbys think that the both of you were simply having some sweet sibling moments.

When IN FACT. You guys were arguing who gets to play tonights Ps4.

Curses and Inappropriate words were heard from the both of you, although none of the people passing by could hear it because it was so faint.

The fact that both of you were smiling while arguing like mad dogs is insane. I congratulate you.

"Oi, How stupid can you be? Can't you see that it's my turn on the Ps4 LATER?"

His hostile tone is something to make you furrow your eyebrows.

'This crazy small piece of sht.'

You thought as you smiled widely.

"This damn brother of mine is too old to know that It was my turn today. How pitiful it is to be old, Ah~ its okay Being forgetful, But In that age of yours, I think You should worry about your height more."

You said still on your sweet smile while your brother was about to snap, His height was something you shouldn't have mentioned perhaps..?

"Hah? Are you forgetting Your height Y/n? You're smaller than me, How could a bratty little beansprout like you have the right to judge my fucking height?"

His eyes are somewhat turning of a glare, this facade of yours is now breaking. And the walk to school is about to end as You can see the gate from afar.

"Hm? Don't mind my height, Girls are usually shorter anyway, So I clearly DONT.MIND.IT— but dear Brother~ Men have a different standard on heights, I was simply bringing it up and I didn't think it would hurt you this much, huhu~ My apologies. "

You said clearly in a sarcastic tone, Making you run your way up to the school when you noticed he stopped walking.

'Crap.. gotta run fast'

You said to yourself as you ran at full speed, Only to look back to see your dear brother running after you with a glare, Making You try to run faster.

"Hah?! Oi! You dipshit! Get back here!"

You heard him scream furiously, Making you look back and laugh awkwardly.

" haha...Brother, Who in the world is an idiot that would Stop running if you're holding a fucking knife??"

You

A Gentle guy here.

He's definitely the best brother. Literally.

Calm and Cool unlike the other one up there.

He loves to sing, Making your day always twice the better.

Not to mention, he can also play the guitar and other instruments.

Everyday is a day full of melody whenever you're with him.

He sometimes would recite poems and haiku out of nowhere, Making you stuck on it for hours till you finally get what it means.

Embracing nature is his favorite. He would often ask you if You want to come with him to visit a park nearby.

He is so elegant to the point wherein You sometimes question yourself If you are both really siblings.

His soft side is one thing, But You did once saw his bad side when a person tried to do something malicious towards you. You heard how His once soft and Calm voice somehow turned into a whisper of a grim reaper who would mercilessly take lives..

He is over protective. Periodt.

He doesn't want any bugs around you.

And Whenever you're down or in a bad mood, He would always come to you and ask in a very VERY soft tone.

"Y/n... would you Mind if you share with me of what is troubling you? Hm.. I may not be of much help, But I certainly would do my best."

A very soft smile is pasted on his face and his angelic voice is heard enough to make that anger inside you to disappear like a trace of smoke. You hesitated but gave a sigh and looked at your brother .

"You see.. there is this classmate of mine... I didn't do anything to him yet He makes fun of me out of nowhere. To the point that I'm irritated with it."

You said in a voice clearly Tired of what you were having trouble on. You felt a warm hand on your head, making you look at your brother Who obviously is concerned.

"Although, My friends did say that Maybe he just liked me and was simply seeking for attention. Which I don't clearly believed cause who would do that?"

You rolled your eyes and sigh once again. You noticed how The concerned look your brother had disappeared in an instant.

"Y/n, do you find him Troublesome?"

He simply asked as he smiled like usual.

"Of course, I do! I find Him annoying too! How he would play with my hair and touch my stuff! Ugh~ Just even remembering him makes my blood boil!"

You vented out while your brother giggled.

"My, my, Don't be like that, There is no reason for someone like him to stay on your mind y/n. People always do unnecessary things to get something they surely won't have, And I do too feel that It is wrong of him to touch your belongings, but Being grumpy won't do you any good so Its better to forget about him, So.. Why don't you eat some ice cream on the fridge, Its your favorite flavor after all. Let us ease your anger, shall we?"

Your brother kazuha Said as he patted your head softly making you nod in excitement.

"really?? If that is the case Then I'll be going first.... -ah! I forgot to tell you this.. "

You stopped and looked at your brother who looked at you confused.

" thank you for listening to me. "

You said as you head out of the room leaving kazuha alone. He smiled widely agreeing that his sister is the cutest and kindest in the world.

After a while ,The bright smile faded and a dark demeanor filled him.

"Yes....Its better to forget about him y/n... "

He smiled widely as if Trains of wonderful ideas are coming straight to his head.

Days had passed since you told your brother about that guy and you clearly noticed how different it is after you told your brother about it. Days are now back to being peaceful. You even wondered if Your brother is secretly a saint.

...

'hmm...? That guy is not showing up to bully me today either, or Do I even see him around the campus... '

You sigh in relief. As you thought that The guy finally gave up on you when in fact it's not.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #kazuha #kazuha x reader #scaramouche #genshin x reader

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janyxbeloved · 4 days ago

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The tales of Sakura nō Hana Academy post HAHAHA FINALLY!

Just a reminder, yes this has my Yansim oc in it but please know that this is a brother-sister relationship between Arutea and Reiichi.

Also, at the end, I will show how the student council think of each other (Ps. I know Daisaku has a gf canonically but this is my rewrite so he doesn't have a gf here, let me have my fun.) also I know that Komako's surname isn't Aragaki but again, rewrite and also Daiko x Joze is a oc/canon ship!

Symphonies and melodies are siblings with different definitions.

"I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along. Now in its place is something new, I hear when I look at you." - Cody Fry

As the afternoon slips into the hallway of the academy, Arutea was walking around the rooftop; Looking for Reiichi. He hasn't showed up to today's Friday meeting so she had to initiate it without him.

Reiichi was just staring down the railing - He was reflecting, hearing the footsteps of Arutea, he turns back to face her.

"Torentino-san." Reiichi formally stated, "It's a surprise to see you here."

"You didn't show up to the meeting, we started without you." Arutea spoke calmly, she was fairly shorter than Reiichi, however not too short that Reiichi was a giant.

"Oh... That was today?" Reiichi sighed softly.

"Yes, it was." Arutea nodded, "We had to start without you because you were nowhere to be seen and we had to discuss a lot of important stuff." Arutea followed up with what happened as she jotted important notes down in her notebook.

"Sorry, I guess I lost track of time." Reiichi shrugged blankly, it was uncommon to hear that from him.

"Jet lag or something? You've been quiet this week, is something wrong?" Arutea noticed how Reiichi's behavior had changed this week. It was not hard to spot the signs since Reiichi never announced with a script, he never lagged during morning assembly and he was definitely the most punctual person Arutea knew.

"I suppose I've been lacking recently." Reiichi shrugged, "However, I do have a question for you, it seems that you're the only one I can approach this question with."

"Shoot, what's up?" Arutea leaned against the railing, looking up at the sky, a bright orange hue coating the skies that are usually so blue.

"How do you cope?" Reiichi asked, "Like how do you manage with the stress and how do you cope with it?"

"Hm... I suppose I turn that anger and frustration into my adrenaline when I jump abandoned buildings. Let's say I just let my body release it." Arutea shrugged, the student council vice president was not a physically fit girl, however, she was agile and fast to react, if anything, Arutea and Daisaku meet in terms of physical capability if their lives were at a threat - Arutea was good at offense and defense while Daisaku was full on offense. Arutea was no professional fighter, however since she endured bullying before moving to Japan - She managed to learn how to dodge attacks and sharpen her reflexes.

"You... Let it out? How do you do that?" Reiichi, unlike Arutea, surpressed his emotions, everyday he looks at the mirror and sees a shell of someone who just lives up to the expectations of his family, he can't even be himself around people he's comfortable with in fear of being judged and ridiculed.

"You have to let it happen." Arutea explained, it was simple to her, Reiichi wasn't in any way good at expressing his emotions, but he's thankful that Arutea seems to see through him, like he was made of glass in her eyes. That's what makes Arutea unique to him, Arutea can do what many can't, which was understand Reiichi's emotions despite his emotional incapability to express it.

"I never really thought much of it, y'know, because I surpressed my emotions too much to even express it." Reiichi admitted, he'd be lying if he didn't like Arutea's ability to understand him. Like the sister he never knew he needed.

"That's not really healthy. You should really let your anger out sometimes." Arutea sat on the bench next to Reiichi and untied her hair, and began re-braiding it.

"Oh, here let me help..." Reiichi grabbed a hairbrush he often kept in his blazer and began brushing and braiding Arutea's hair again, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't his favorite thing to do with Arutea. Braid her hair and tie it nicely.

"Thanks, back to what I was saying, you should really let yourself get angry, like release the frustration." Arutea suggested and shrugged. "Though, I'll never understand why your parents are the way they are. They probably think I'm a terrible influence." Arutea chuckled, since leaving the Philippines, she's grown comfortable to the academy, since everyone else was so welcoming.

"Oh, they think you're a great influence, actually." Reiichi shrugged as he continued to braid Arutea's hair. "They don't know about your parkour hobby, so that's why they think you're a good influence to me."

"Huh, and here I thought that you had to keep our friendship strictly business and school related." Arutea laughed as she looked up at the sky, Arutea liked sunsets, it was nice.

"Oh please, they know you're a foreigner but they still like you. Mainly because my mom's from Sweden. She's very curious on how you cook and play instruments." Reiichi shrugged, honestly, everyone thought Reiichi was a full japanese.

"Wait, you're half swedish? Wow." Arutea was actually amazed by the fact alone. "Also, I'd love to share some of my mom's recipies to your mom, I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind!"

"I'll tell you, your mom makes really good food, you should seriously bring more of her dishes to the school's pot luck." Reiichi shrugged, Arutea nodded thoughtfully.

"I'll consider it." Arutea nodded, hearing the bell ring, it was time to go home.

"Huh, it's already 5:30?" Reiichi tied Arutea's hair fully now, before standing up, Arutea also stood up.

"Need a ride home?" Arutea asked, she will never understand how Reiichi doesn't have his own motorcycle yet, she's 16 and he's 18, he should be the one who has a motorcycle by now! And yet he still doesn't have his own license!

"Yeah, parents are out of town and driver is busy." Reiichi shrugged, he didn't mind Arutea dropping him off at his place. Besides, Reiichi's parents trust Arutea to a certain degree. They walked down the stairs with their bags and headed for the shoe lockers.

"Perfect. We can go grab some coffee and then I can drop you off." Arutea shrugged as she swapped out her shoes. The other student council members were already leaving with some of their friends and family.

"Sounds like a good idea." Reiichi nodded as he swapped out his own shoes. "I'll pay again."

"You don't have to brag that you're rich." Arutea elbowed Reiichi, she really was like a sister to him, he also can't believe this joyful little ball of sunshine was his successor. Reiichi was cold, expressionless and mean, his successor was the complete opposite of him.

"I know, you're the only person I ever pay for anyway." Reiichi admitted bluntly, he'd be lying if he didn't say Arutea was his favorite out of everyone in the student council, he likes how expressive she is when it comes to stuff.

Melodies are the younger sibling of symphonies, unlike a symphony, a melody is small, a symphony is a fully composed song that a melody can follow to become a great symphony one day too.

Also bonus things!

Opinions of the student council about each other!!!

This is Reiichi's opinion of the student council:

Reiichi about Kenji(Ken): "Oblivious, but he's not a pushover, that's for sure."

Reiichi about Daisaku: "Walking proof that redemption is truly possible. He has improved well and had left his old ways, I suppose his sisters were right about letting him join the team, I have judged him before I even knew him."

Reiichi about Joze: "He's quiet, but I suppose his skills in math seem to aid us well. I have made a good choice."

Reiichi about Arutea: "My right hand woman and most trusted member, she takes her work seriously. Lying is not an option so be very honest with her, her physical endurance scales beyond mine."

Reiichi about Sonoko: "Worthy enough to have her role, she's stern and that's what I like about her personality."

This is Arutea's opinion of the student council:

Arutea about Kenji(Ken): "Isang maliit na kambing na kulay Rosas. Pandak siya eh at Rosas buhok Niya." (He's like a small pink goat. He's short and he has pink hair.)

Arutea about Daisaku: "Malaking kalabaw na maitim. Magsungit parang kalabaw." (Like a big black carabao. He's moody like a carabao.)

Arutea about Joze: "Kayumangi at mahiyain na ibon. Palagi siyang tahimik." (A shy brown bird. He's always so quiet.)

Arutea about Reiichi: "Isang malaki na oso polar. Matigas ang ulo ni kuya parang oso." (Like a huge polar bear. He's very hard headed like a bear.)

Arutea about Sonoko: "Isang magandang lila na peacock na napakadedikado sa kanyang trabaho." (A pretty purple peacock who's very dedicated to her work.)

This is Kenji's opinions of the student council:

Kenji about Reiichi: "Pretty stern guy, but he's super nice, he seems to deeply care about us without saying or showing it."

Kenji about Arutea: "She's super sweet! Rich but really humble, I still feel bad for what she went through but she's gotten better!"

Kenji about Daisaku: "He's a gruff externally, allergic to my cats, so we don't meet at my house often."

Kenji about Joze: "He still fumbles over his japanese sometimes, but hey, I get it, japanese is a hard language to master!"

Kenji about Sonoko: "She's a pretty serious girl, don't even try to get on her bad side!"

This is Daisaku's opinions of the student council:

Daisaku about Reiichi: "He's handsome, however, I thought he was weird when I was still a delinquent."

Daisaku about Arutea: "She used to catch me a lot back when I was a delinquent, I never fought her in hand-to-hand combat because I would never hit a woman but damn does her slap hurt..."

Daisaku about Kenji(Ken): "Ken is a pretty decent guy, he offers me some candy whenever I am free so that's something. He's too nice for his own good but he doesn't let others push him around like that."

Daisaku about Joze: "He always asks me how my sister's been... Not Komako, it's Daiko he asks about often, he often asks Komako the same thing if I'm busy. We are both convinced he has a crush on our little sister, we're not against the idea, it's just that Daiko and Joze are very young, Joze wouldn't do anything to hurt Daiko or endanger her. I'm sure of that."

Daisaku about Sonoko: "Guess I can say she's a kindred spirit, our safety relations officer was once living the life of a delinquent like me."

This is Joze's opinions of the student council:

Joze about Reiichi: "He's pretty nice, he likes to lend me books to read to improve my japanese."

Joze about Arutea: "Mi Amiga! She's super friendly, we did get our books mixed up once so I ended up taking home her copy of El Filibusterismo and she ended up taking my copy of the Count of Monte Cristo home."

Joze about Kenji(Ken): "Amazing guy, he's pretty nice and he's very thoughtful on gifts."

Joze about Daisaku: "He's a really nice guy with a mean resting face, I have a feeling he thinks I have a crush on Daiko... Which is not true at all! Nuh-uh...! Eu na verdade um crush no Daiko, mas não quero admitir para os outros..." (Last part: I actually do have a crush on Daiko, I just don't wanna admit it to the others.)

Joze about Sonoko: "Smart, she's really smart and observant. I'd like to know how she does her work so effortlessly!"

This is Sonoko's opinion on the student council:

Sonoko about Reiichi: "Trust is what he requires most - To ensure a safe school."

Sonoko about Arutea: "She's not fit in any way, but she has really good endurance. I heard she likes puzzles. I should buy her some."

Sonoko about Kenji(Ken): "He's an absolute sweetheart, but he is mean when he needs to be."

Sonoko about Daisaku: "Guess I can say he's a kindred spirit, the enforcer use to live like a delinquent, such as I too."

Sonoko about Joze: "He has sharp thinking, he's a walking calculator, beating him in math is almost impossible."

#The tales of Sakura nō Hana Academy #yandere simulator rewrite #fuck yandere dev #yandere simulator #reiichi tanaami #daisaku aragaki #sonoko sakanoue #joze shiuba #ken kyonashima #Arutea Torentino #Arutea and Reiichi being unbiological siblings has my heart

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valentinehorrors · 9 months ago

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I'm not a vessel for your good intent

(CW: Mikey POV, gore, manipulation, Casey isn't doing well)

Where there's a shadow, there's Mikey. As much as he found her annoying, he had to admit it was quite nice to always have an eye on his favorite plaything. Even while keeping up his mask around his brothers, watching Crognard the barbarian with one eye while the other observed as a certain red head talked to his pet.

"You know, you could've told me. I would've understood you two wanting to keep it secret." The girl attempted to comfort Casey, the two currently in the barn while Casey worked on the old car that had been stored there. Both he and Donnie had been working on it as of late.

Hm.

That was a familiar feeling. He did not appreciate it being aimed towards his own brother.

"If only you could kill someone who looked like Donatello to handle those pesky feelings." Annabeth oh so graciously mocked from the deepest, darkest, depths of his mind. Unfortunately, she's become much harder to tune out, Mikey attributes it to how often he uses her abilities to spy on Casey.

"Keep telling yourself that, brat."

...

It doesn't hurt to be cautious.

"Better." He would be a fool to ignore it, as much as he hates feeding her ego, these new developments are... alarming. Still, the only thing he can do now is make a note of it.

Ah, he got distracted, good thing his toy was an expert learner. He's worn the mask Mikey made for him very well on his own.

"Well, I was just, nervous I guess..." Casey accurately portrayed said nervousness, fueled by a very truthful anxiety of knowing he was being carefully watched and was already on thin ice. " You know I ain't exactly perfect... Like, I'm not like, homophobic or anything."

"Obviously." The girl added with a touch of humor, offering a comforting smile, albeit tinged with embarrassment. "Still, heh, would've been nice to know..." Her cheeks flushed with the humiliating memory of her foolish confession.

"Yeah... sorry, again. I should'a just told ya instead of, uh, running away like that." Casey hissed as he accidentally pinched his finger with some mechanical parts of the car, sliding out from underneath it to inspect the damage while also taking the opportunity to allow his spine to crack and pop as he arched his back. "I just... Freaked, I guess? All this stuff is still new to me and... I don't wanna, fuck it up with Mike, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. Still, I'm kinda surprised that Mikey's that good at keeping a secret like that." Oh, she had no idea. Mikey knew that Casey thought the same thing during his hesitation before he replied.

"Eh, it's mainly cuz I told him to. He's... different in private, I guess."

"I'll take your word for it, I'm sure you make each other very happy." April smiled, completely unaware that Casey had been unable to look her in the eye even once before he wheeled himself back under the car.

It was a small price to pay, reveal the smallest and most harmless part of the truth to cover up for his pet's mistake. After all, it was the only thing to logically explain such a dramatic overreaction from Casey's end. Even if she slipped up and told his brothers, it was something easy to adjust his mask to. Casey may need a touch more guidance when it came to his, but nothing the two of them couldn't handle.

Speaking of Casey being able to handle something.

It had happened just the night before, their little deal, Mikey's catharsis. What an obedient pet Casey became when he knew it was needed. And cathartic indeed, Mikey reveled in being able to tear apart someone who looked so much like April. Casey picked well, if it wasn't for how she was slightly shorter, with hair a touch more curly than April's, he would've thought he was killing the real one.

And how treasured that memory was.

Casey's wide, traumatized eyes, staring at the gruesome scene as Mikey's stared back. Taking in the tears that streamed from the human's eyes, more gorgeous than any waterfall he could ever witness. What a treat it was, watching as those eyes went from pure horror to numb, the tears only stopping after the vigilante physically couldn't continue. The best part was when he never looked away. Yes, Mikey had made him watch initially, when the girl's face was still recognizable, but he'd let him go eventually. It was a delight to see Casey's gaze never leave the mutant as he tore apart his prey, flesh tearing from bone, limbs being torn off and neatly folded in ways the joints didn't allow to bend.

Mikey had kept eye contact as he worked at the head of his food, tearing off annoying scalp to slurp up the soft fleshy material behind tough skull. There was no word other than fascination to describe the dark curiosity that took over Casey's numb eyes. He was observing, much like Mikey did to him. The vigilante watched closely as Mikey bit into skull as though it was stale bread, the mutant saw Casey's eyes trace each fang as he easily got through the toughest bones in the human body.

Well that was different, and so very delicious. He almost seemed broken. Almost. He could taste it, the diminishing shreds of Casey's sanity. The light of hope and dark positivity simply turned dark. There was still much left in him to break but how far had he come. So very delicious as Casey took a handful of purplish red meat and eyed it curiously. Mikey had been deep in his feeding, and his knee-jerk reaction to his food being disturbed was to growl, a demand to give him back his prey. He wasn't expecting for Casey to the reach his hand out in offering.

It was the closest thing to truly vulnerable that Mikey allowed Casey to do. Instead of simply snatching the meat back, he had slowly crawled over, keeping eye contact with the human as his carnivore teeth got very close to Casey's hand.

Mikey allowed his pet to feed him.

Perhaps it was a bit too vulnerable, as Mikey could've sworn his own cheeks felt a tad warmer than usual. And yet, he allowed as Casey took another piece of his food, a lung this time, and once again he was fed.

He truly had no other word to describe how he had felt other than vulnerable. So very vulnerable. And yet, he allowed it to continue. Casey fed him handful after handful of human flesh, and Mikey licked his hand clean. During the process they had gotten close enough that Casey was going to need quite the cleanup afterwards, which he did. But that moment was near bliss, there was a time when he had thought it was a very bad idea to allow Casey so close when he fed, but this? He wanted it to last eternity, just Casey feeding him while he smiled down at him, a bloody mess on the human's lap. It was deeply intimate in a way Mikey didn't know he craved, satiating any desire to eat Casey right there and then.

It was bloody, it was delicious, it was euphoria.

"Hey guys!" Mikey was snapped back to the present by a certain redhead as she walked into the living room, the creaking floorboards adding to her loud entrance.

While they all greeted her, Mikey made sure to add a bit more enthusiasm to his own greeting, adding a wider smile and passing a knowing look to April that she reciprocated, now understanding that Casey is very very very taken. If only he could be more... aggressive in his assertion, however this will need to stay in his fantasies. Mikey would be a fool to not lay out another string to someone that could turn out to be very useful. Since April believes she's been allowed in to such a grand secret, she's sure to believe there's a tad more trust between the three of them.

Like the fool she is.

"You guys finish making that grocery list? Me and Casey are going to be going out soon."

"Going out?" Donnie asked much too quickly, Mikey's sure that even Annabeth cringed. Said taller turtle quickly overcorrected once April gave him a confused look, "I-I mean, yeah! Duh! Groceries! Yeah, uh." He chuckles nervously as he nearly trips over his own feet walking over to her "I could, um, come with? Like, just in case you guys might need back up or something?"

"I... don't really see why? It's just a grocery run." April shrugged as Donnie tried to come up with another excuse.

"Mikey, do me a favor." The oldest of the three, leaned over to whisper to the youngest. "Don't do that." He proceeded to gesture towards their bumbling brother as he continued to stutter his way through awkward excuses to tag along. Trying to throw out any and every excuse that's not just blatantly saying that he wants to make sure Casey and April don't grow any closer.

Oh Raph, if only you knew.

"Don't worry bro, I'm not a neeeerrrrdddd." He whispered back before gasping dramatically "Yo! Did you see that sick move?! Crognard is the best!!!!" His loud exclamation interrupted the bumbling idiocy happening behind them. As expected.

"Anyway," April the continued, "You don't have to worry Don, we're miles from any kraang anything. You can rest easy, It'll just be a quick run." She offered a small smile, a hand on Donnie's shoulder in an attempt to soothe his nerves. If only Donnie could read more into her insistence to not worry. There is no competition in his way.

Come to think of it, if those two were to get together, it could benefit his little game. Even help lay out strings for that brat.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" He obnoxiously raised and flailed his hand as he threw himself on the couch, closer to the painful exchange. "What about candy! And snacks! AND PIZZA!" Faking a sparkle of excitement in his eyes was second nature at this point, easy to manage even while using one eye to keep watch over his pet.

A delightful sight indeed, Casey was currently curled up in the barn were he and April were just talking. Mikey could only imagine the amount of thoughts that were whizzing through his mind, he knew the human was just as surprised as he was at what had occurred the night prior. He was trembling, hugging himself tightly as he carefully breathed, no doubt trying to avoid hyperventilating.

"Well, we'll have to see what they have. Not a lot of stores around the area so we'll have to take what we can get." April paused, seeing the false sparkle and chuckling warmly, "But I'll try my best." She promised with an insulting pat to his head.

He wanted to bite it off, how fucking dare she touch him.

Casey stopped trembling, seems he made peace with whatever was in his mind. Wait.

Was that...? Laughing?

Yes, there was no mistaking it, Casey was softly giggling to himself, his head in his hands.

"Okay!" Mikey beamed "I trust you! Don't let me down Apr-eroni!"

She giggled before turning to Donnie who cleared his throat. "Um, well, let's give the kitchen a once-over to see what we need. I can help." His gap-toothed smile screamed desperation.

"Hey Mike..." His attention instantly got brought back to his pet. "I know you're watching, I'm really stuck with you aren't I?" There was something so delightfully broken about his voice as he leaned back against the car. They both knew the answer to that.

Casey let his head fall back as he stared at the ceiling, hair falling out of his eyes to reveal that something dark has begun to take hold. His smile blessed with a touch of insanity as he sighed "Well shit, might as well go with the flow... I gotta be honest, up till last night, I thought maybe I had some chance of like, keeping a hold of ya or something..." He snickered to himself. "Fuckin stupid, am I right?"

Yes. Very.

"Hope ya forgive me for thinking that..." He took in a deep breath before then stretching, cracking joints once again. "I wonder... If it'd be that easy... For you to eat me, I mean..." His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, fingers lingering and trailing over the veins of his neck, his collarbone. Was he trying to tease him?

Wait, he actually might. Especially considering the dark smile still laid upon his lips. Casey was teasing Mikey about eating him.

Casey was teasing Mikey about eating him.

What an idiot.

What a moron.

What a fool.

What a fucking tease.

"Anyway, you got a mask to keep up, probably shouldn't be distracting ya too much." He laughed with a trickster's intent as he stood. "If you can still watch me from across Manhattan, I'm guessing you can still watch me while I head out with April. Hope so anyway..."

He hopes so? Oh yes, his dear and precious pup, no need to worry. There is nowhere Casey can go where Mikey won't be able to follow.

"Mikey?" Once again he was snapped back to his mask. Looks like he had acted on auto-pilot, once again sat in front of the TV. The concerned voice came from Raph. "Hey, you good? Spaced out there for a sec."

A flip of the switch, wide smiles, sparkling, innocent eyes. "Yeah! Was just thinkin! What if Crognard had to fight, like, a pizza monster! And then! They had a giant pizza party but-!"

"Nope. That's enough, I can feel my brain cells shrinking." Raph rolled his eyes, annoyance with the care for the youngest he refuses to show tinged in the way the edge of his mouth twitches, wanting to smile fondly.

He made his mask falter. Casey successfully made his mask falter. There had only been one time before when Casey tried to tease him while his mask was up. Not only had it been an unsuccessful attempt, Mikey swiftly educated Casey on why it was a very stupid thing to do. And yet, not only did he try again, he succeeded. He wasn't sure whether to remind him of his place or be impressed. Or the third option of simply enjoying how far he's pushed Casey's psyche.

Hm, perhaps all three, he'll decide later. It would be wise to focus more on his mask, just to be sure that it won't happen a second time.

True to his unsaid promise, he made sure to keep an eye on Casey at all times when the time came, both humans leaving on a journey for groceries. Casey was the one driving, focusing on the road while April gave directions to the nearest convenience store which was still quite aways from the house.

"Dramatic much?" Shut up.

Casey still hadn't looked April in the eye, hell, he barely looked at her at all. And that dark look in his eye hadn't completely left. April seemed uneasy, she could tell that something was off. Hm, he'd have to coach him better the more deteriorated his mind gets.

"So..." April carefully began, "You and Mikey..."

"Yeah."

The tension that suddenly made itself known was almost comedic. The awkward silence felt much longer than it actually was.

"Um... Are things gonna be... weird now?" April shifted anxiously in her seat, eyes roaming everywhere. It was a joy to see her so uncomfortable.

"Weird? Whattaya mean?" He casually replied, leaned back with one hand on the wheel. Casey was the picture of casual and relaxed, but one look into those eyes and she would see that something was indeed very wrong. It almost felt like Casey himself was aware of this, considering his lack of eye contact with the girl.

"Well, just, ya know. You seem, kinda off since the whole thing. I mean-"

"What do you mean? We were just talking about it in the barn, I'm just..." Believable hesitation, very good. The touch of gaslighting is appreciated, squash the doubt quickly and swiftly. "It's just new to me, and I don't wanna fuck things up with Mike. I've been with girls before, this is all new to me."

April seemed appropriately embarrassed, "W-Well, yeah, I get that. But I just don't want our friendship to be weird."

"It'll only be weird if you make it weird, which you kind of are, Red." Casey risked a look at April to prove his point. Presumably, he took after Mikey in knowing that she was going to look away in embarrassment.

"I... Sorry, sorry, no you're right, I'm the one being weird about it." She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, picking at a loose strand of fabric. Her cheeks were lightly flushed with shame, humbled, uncomfortable, and ashamed? Mikey may just forgive a punishment for Casey, witnessing this was a treat.

"It's whatever." Casey sighed, focusing on the road again. "We're almost there yeah? Let's just get what we need, head back, and nothing will be different okay?"

April nodded as she offered a small smile "Right yeah, nothing weird happened, everything is okay."

"Right." Casey nodded as well, in control of the narrative. Mikey could not accurately express how proud he was. His pup learned very well.

"I might be sick." He was in such a good mood from what he was witnessing that even a certain annoying demon couldn't phase him.

The store they had found was... Well, it was a store. The paint flaked off of the walls, what was once a strong blue was now washed out from years of neglect. The sign wasn't even readable, bird fecal matter, rain, dirt and time only allowing the '24/7' to be seen. The windows had a clear line where they had been repeatedly cleaned, the edges showed the years of scum and dirt despite the mostly clean centers.

Through said windows, a single human could be spotted inside, nearly asleep at the register. That plus the somehow still functioning neon 'open' sign, signaled that it was indeed, open.

Both teens paused before just heading in, Mikey kept his eye in Casey's shadow, traveling just beside him. Despite the exterior of the store, the inside was surprisingly neat and organized.

"Oh shit," The man at the counter startled, nodding to them as a greeting, he looked to be around his late forties. He had a decent amount of muscle on him, he'd be quite the meal.

What was interesting was how Casey looked the man up and down as he also nodded in greeting. Was he coming to the same conclusion? Of course April was none the wiser, simply looking at the list she had brought along as she searched the neat shelves. She also didn't notice as Casey slowed his step, staying up by the register.

While April wandered towards the very back of the store, Casey casually browsed near the man who didn't seem to be fully paying attention. The bags under the man's eyes communicated a clear lack of sleep, besides that, he seemed healthy. There was... Something, about how Casey kept glancing at the man. Something that stirred a familiar feeling at the core of Mikey's being.

And then Casey glanced at his own shadow.

Wait.

Was it on purpose?

From within the relatively quiet confines of the chicken coop, was where one certain mutant sat, his full attention given to his pet. As the realization washed over him, he couldn't resist the demented that snuck onto his lips. His pet had learned well after all.

"I'm surprised you aren't considering punishing him even more severely."

"And why exactly would I do that?" Mikey rolled his eyes, head falling back against the wooden wall. His one present eye briefly darting to the chickens whose home he just invaded while seeking privacy. The prey birds could sense the metaphorical fox and were currently crowded in the farthest corner from him. How comedic.

"He's using you."

"Using me is a strong phrase. He simply correctly assumed I was listening, correctly assumed I would follow him, and correctly assumed that if he pointed the gun, I would be content to pull the trigger. He learned well, why would I punish him for that?"

He shifted focus back to the topic of discussion, who was currently conversing with the cashier.

"Insubordination!" Annabeth replied with all the pearl clutching shock she could muster.

"Ooh, big word. Congratulations." Mikey replied with his own lack of emotion. "Please relocate your feelings of deciding to be an annoyance to another time, I'm sure I have some spots in my schedule for 'fuck you' days from today." He tried to shift to be at least somewhat more comfortable amidst the hay and lack of leg room.

"You know, I never liked you. But at least I respected how you conduct this game of yours."

"And I should be flattered? As though I've ever respected or cared about any of your opinions. Now shush, I can't hear what they're saying." Oh, he did not like how Casey was leaning over the counter, they were both laughing. Casey's was so obviously fake in his laughter, yet the man's was genuine.

"Yeah... My wife's a real bitch sometimes, never stops bitchin about the kids, bitchin about me, bitchin about the store. What a stupid bitch." Well, Casey knows how to pick them it seems.

Casey chuckled as he rested his chin on his own hand "Damn, that sucks. She should get off your ass for once, I ain't married but living with her," He pointed at the still clueless April, finding items at the back of the store, "annoying as hell. I getcha."

The man nodded in agreement, looking Casey up and down, "Yeah... What team you batting for?" He suddenly whispered.

Casey smiled like a cat who's caught his mouse "Yours. If you want."

This little shit. Mikey could vaguely hear the chickens panicking from their corner.

"Sounds punishment worthy to me."

"Shut it." Mikey hissed, unable to contain anger filled laughter. He was still able to stay quiet enough that he wouldn't be noticed if one of his brothers decided to come searching for him. At least Casey chose well, good muscle on his soon to be prey and not too old. He'll make a fine meal.

The man got out a piece of paper, scribbling on it before passing it to Casey, mouthing 'Call me later.' Casey quickly snatched it and straightened his back, shoving the paper into his pocket. As April made her way over, Casey quickly took a handful of candy from around the counter and threw it on.

"Want one?" He asked as he looked over at April, holding up one of the candies.

April laid out the groceries on the counter as she looked over at the candy "Hmm... Grab me some sour skittles."

Casey nodded, as he reached for aforementioned candy, he looked into his shadows. If Mikey didn't know any better, he'd say that Casey could see the mutant watching him. That dark glimmer in his eyes conveying everything they need to.

Yes, it was all on purpose.

His darling pup is bribing him with food to soothe his ire. Now how could he stay mad at that?

"Mikey! Hello?! Mikey!" Raph.

It's fine, he saw everything Casey wanted him to see. He pulled his gaze out of the shadows, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, flipping his mask back on.

He couldn't wait for him and Casey to have a talk that night.

The woods were becoming a familiar and welcome environment, something about it appealed to his predatory nature just as he thought it would initially. It was nice to see the twinkling stars, much brighter than what one could ever see in the city. The quiet was, to an extent, nice as well, only the occasional sounds of crickets, frogs, and whatever other wildlife roamed.

Within these seemingly peaceful woods, a monster and his victim met once again.

"So." Casey started speaking before Mikey had even revealed himself. "I know you're still kinda mad, had a feeling you would be. So! I thought," the human paced in a circle, any outsider would see him and think he was insane, not inaccurate but still, "what was that old saying? The best way to a guy is through his stomach or somethin like that?" Casey paused, shrugged, then continued his pacing. "Whatever it was, I know ya babe! And yeah, yeah, I know you just ate yesterday buuuuut, I had a feeling you wouldn't mind. Especially this guy, plus he's a dick, think his family'll thank us for getting rid of the guy-"

Despite his seemingly confident tone, he was still struck with sweet fear as Mikey appeared from the shadows and grabbed his wrist, pulling him close. Mikey paused, gladly drinking up the momentary fear in the human's eyes before clashing their mouths against one another, practically ripping his mask off and tossing it on the ground.

Their kiss was aggressive, far more teeth than anything else, and Mikey delighted in how Casey started trying to bite at him.

Mikey was the one to pull away first, chuckling. "You're sooner to chip any left over teeth you have than to draw blood from me, pet~"

"Aw, so I can't taste you like you can taste me?~" Casey held one of Mikey's hands, awkwardly intertwining their fingers.

"Be still my beating heart. You got me fresh food and you're indulging in my tastes? What exactly triggered such a change of heart?" Mikey asked despite knowing full well why. Planting a kiss to Casey's jaw.

Casey chuckled dryly "Well... Let's just say I... Realized some stuff."

Mikey hummed in reply as he planted kiss after kiss on Casey's jaw and neck, causing delightful shivers from the human. "Regardless..." Mikey suddenly stopped, pulling away enough to grab Casey's face by his cheeks and dragging him down, eyes glowing a bright enough blue that even Mikey could see the glow against Casey's skin, his teeth morphing to sharp fangs. "Don't forget who's the one in charge, have I not already emphasized my feelings regarding endangering my mask? Raph caught me spacing out. I'll forgive you for using my lessons against me this once. Be more thoughtful about time and a place in the future, dog~"

Casey smiled "Message received... So, want me to call the guy?" He dug through his pockets and pulled out the sliver of paper from earlier.

"Very much so. Now." Mikey commanded, earning a giggle from Casey.

His attitude hadn't changed much, but his true change hid in subtler ways. The lack of hesitation and carefulness in teasing Mikey back, the mirrored lack of stability in Casey's eyes and smile. Mikey greedily took all of it in, his beautiful broken pet.

Well, not fully broken, not yet.

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