#it's good for your dog to be able to chill in the house without being engaged with you actually

[darkwood-sleddog]

god the way some dutchie/malinois people talk about their dogs is exhausting. not for me fam. not. for. me.

[lilimalia]

CRAZY? FOR YOU? // windbreaker

SYNOPSIS... wind breaker men really are crazy aren't they. picking fights everywhere. anywhere. with anyone they can! even, you. it's a good thing you can fight then... right? Maybe there's more then just the fights that their picking at.

CHARACTERS... sugishita kyotaro, togame jo, kaji ren,

DISCLAIMERS... cursing, gender neutral reader, romantic, part II, manga spoilers

BARISTA'S INTEL... again, all based on my silly little depictions of what styles combat each character the best!

CAFE TUNE... from the start // laufey

PART I (sakura, suo, kiryu)

SUGISHITA KYOTARO (wing chun)

Sugishita has always been a man more of anger than actual thoughts. It was one of the more obvious traits that came out of his character at first glance. That being said, it always made him harder to read than any of the other Bofurin men.

His devotion to Umemiya was his pride and power, his driving force that made him understandable... If not a bit genuinely emotional.

So why is that your standing face front of his idol, Umemiya Hajime, watching as the guy bashfully rubs the back of his neck, glancing to the side as he asks,

"You see... Ah, how do I explain this?... Sugishita just needs a little push! Yeah, that's right! Just a little nudge. I'm worried he's spending too much time brooding over how Sakura pisses him off rather than actually practicing...", a small sheepish chuckle leaving his lips as he glances as you. Eyeing you nervously as if the favor was a debt.

Is this really Furin's head? Man... He's wimpish- oh but don't let dear Sugishita hear you say that-

"Anyhow! Are you up for it [Name]? I hope this isn't too much to ask for! I promiseee, I'll pay you back! I'll even have Kotoha make you an omurice! On the house!" He's clasping his hands together now, looking at you pleadingly as he scoots in, dress shoes scrapping against the rooftops dirty cobble.

Man... It's really hard to deny him, isn't it, Sugi?

"First off, are you even sure Kotoha would be okay with that?? I know you guys are close, but man I'd be pissy if someone made me return their favor without notice- Also, hey! Your acting as if I'm all hard headed, I'll do it! Just please... Stop looking at me like that. It's gross... And very unfitting for the leader of a gang school..." you grimace, sneering a little -against your will- sighing at his pitiful puppy eyes.

"Ohhh... Kotoha wouldn't mind at all! We're sooo close! My little sister would be thrilled to help me! But! You'll do it?! Thank goodness! Thank you! Oh phew... I can finally tell Hiragi too chill out without a worry!" Now he's bounced up to his proper height, blocking out the sun as he jumps in joy, giving you a close eye smile.

"Thanks [Name]! Please go easy on Bofurin's loyal dog! Now shoo, shoo! Since we've taken care of this, I've got zucchini to water!..." Without a second thought, he pushes you, gently, out the door, shooing you as he waves a frantic goodbye.

The door slams behind you with a thud.

Once again, your sitting in your own thoughts, stuck dumbstruck at the sheer... Naivety, even if feigned, of Umemiya. Actual whiplash, you suppose.

Finding a heavy sigh release from your lungs again, your vision adjusts to the dark staircase winding down to the third floor of the school. Strangely, there's something, or someone... Propped up against the wall, mid way through the staircase.

Taking a couple steps down, your eyes narrow.

"Hmph."

Oh my god it's Sugishita-

"What the fu- Sugishita!? Goodness gracious you're like some sort of ghost- Wha- What are you even?-" before your able to stammer out the rest of your surprised exclamation, Sugishita glares at you. His hauntingly long ghoulish hair draping down his face, as he grunts.

He barely glances back, locking eyes with you once, scanning you up and down. Holding onto the moment, for a couple seconds longer, he huffs again and stomps up the rest of the flight of stairs. Crunched over in bad posture.

"What the heck was even going on there... he's so creepy..." murmuring to yourself as you finish walking down the stairs, listening to Umemiya's ecstatic voice dim into the distance.

Suo and Nirei had told you he was a bit of the brute.

You just hope Umemiya knew who he was assigning you to.

...

Sparring with BoFurin comes with evident chaos.

Grunts and shouts echo across tatami covered floors, windows blazing open as pairings of sweaty exhausted fighters sway back and forth across the rooms.

Your dead set in the middle, having just taken a break from your first partner, scouting for Sugishita per captain's orders.

Hiragi finds you first, walking up to you in his usual state of prolonged stressed.

"[Name]! Are you looking for Sugishita? That damned brat was stationed outside with some of the other members."

"Oh? Are you not watching them Hiragi, sir?" You're taking a noticing to his unique sharpened teeth... Like a shark. Wondering, can he bite someone with those? Would Sugishita be able to do that too?... His teeth are just as sharp aren't they?...

A sharp barking sound wakes you from your daze.

"Hey! Wake up! Umemiya said you'd be the one sparring with him today, teach him a thing or too, okay? That brats got way too much bite on him. Needs somewhere to chew it off. Go on, scat! Beat him in for me!" Hiragi chatters up a storm, motioning you away, shooing you to the exit as you jog out of the building.

What is it with the leading men here demanding things and shooing you off? Hmm...

Immediately after stepping outside, the hot air hits you like a wave. Absolutely ironically. If it wasn't bad enough that you were sweating buckets from sparring, the Japan heat would most definitely take you out.

From the side, you hear outrageous slams, hard disgruntled and pained sounds as you feel a slight shaking of the dirt beneath your boots.

When you've swiveled your head towards the noise, you see several upperclassmen twitching slowly and painfully... laying gruesome and distraught on the ground.

Holy sh-

Sugishita's running up towards another student, poorly defended, jumping high into the air as he brutely lands a devasting blow smack damn to the side of his face.

You. Were most definitely. Screwed.

But more so concerned-

Isn't he usually lazed in fighting?... Unless it had direct connection to his famed idol, you really couldn't understand where the sudden boost of energy came from...

"[Name]! [Name]! You're here! Please help us out, switch in with Sugishita right now! He might just kill half of our classmates [Namee]!!..." Nirei's ran up frantically beside you, making dramatic fanfare as he pleads.

Cracking your knuckles, you sigh fearfully, once more nodding at those damned begging puppy eyes, stepping forward.

"Sugishitaa!"

...

Okay so maybe this wasn't so bad.

So far, you've managed to stay alive. Watching ever so keenly at the bent over black haired boy glare at you. He does this weird thing with his eyes... As if he's daring you to take him down.

He runs, he punches, and then he forces all his strength down on you all over again.

If Umemiya had wanted you to push him and his thinking, you would.

He's stepping forward now, bracing himself angrily as he yells in rage, permanent scowl on his face furrowing even more at his bushy brows. He spins his kick, trying to land one at your side.

Gracefully, you push into his momentum anticipating his already raised fist, ready too gut you in the face.

With one quick movement and then another, his parade of punches are narrowed away. Your hands, flat and straight, palm's facing out each way as you flick his fists away effortlessly.

The more you redirected, the angrier he got, pushing into you as he tries to find some sort of opening.

Eventually, out of realization, he takes to backing up, making space for kicks and uses outside of savage shots.

Unfortunately, you knew otherwise. Pushing in to keep your wing chun usable. As he tries to step in again, quick to throw another, you palm faces in.

A rapid palm strike going forward.

And it knocks him back off his feet, as he falls miserably. Now you've really ticked him off... He's glaring, messy long hair dancing down the front of his face, covering his fierce eyes as he stares you down. His teeth grind together as he lets out some sort of angry emotional grunt-

Spinning into a kick again, snapping back and forth between legs relentlessly. Switching up his pace to match your quick hands.

Shit. Now he's learning a little too quick for your liking.

Desperately, you look for an exit, as your hands start reddening from the sheer force of his brutality.

He's opened his field of vision, keeping good distance away from you as you struggle to keep the fight within the courtyard.

A small group of onlookers have gathered around you both now, members hooting at you both to finish it off. Murmuring about how beastly Sugishita's strength was.

The more you tried to make good distance, the more he'd learn. Catching on quickly, your palm strikes and attempts at striking the side and front of his body were failing, as he -you hope learned- to keep good balance between his body.

In your momentary distraction from the crowd, classmates chanting your names both, he had found an opening below your waist.

Diving in sanctuary as he wrapped his arms around your waist, your hands left upwards from your wing chun as he tightened.

For a second, it felt quite safe as he squished, grunting exhaustedly, almost sweetly, around you. It almost felt like a hug, surprised, you found your arms wrapping around him as well. The faint scent of some sort of... Yuzu? Sandalwood? Wafted up, as strands of his hair flicked in your face, wafting away as he looked up at you.

And you swear. His berserked eyes softened slightly, and his frown disappeared.

Before you both fell, bruised on the ground.

...

When all of the crowd had faded away, giving congratulations to you both for the good effort of the fight, Hiragi and Umemiya approach you. Umemiya's got a bright smile on his face, laughing about something -probably about you and Sugishita- to Hiragi, who looks pained to even be near the bright man.

Considering Umemiya's appearance, you now understand where the sudden burst of spirited energy came from.

Really, it shouldn't surprise you that Sugishita's drive came from Umemiya's watchful gaze; arms crossed as he stood tall behind you, smirking knowingly.

The conversation comes quick and clear, Umemiya congratulating you and giving many thanks towards your bruised efforts, making a jab towards how relaxed Hiragi was inside the building while you were out scrapping for your life.

"Maybe we should have you as permanent watch dog for Sugishita [Name]! I've never seen him so pumped up! Man, that was really the show!"

"The only reason he was fighting so hard was because of you Moron! He saw you staring him down and wanted to impress you dumbass! Now look at them, [Name] make sure you head inside and put something on those bruises. Sorry you had to deal with this idiot's brilliant plan..." Hiragi lets out a big sigh, grabbing for his pack of pills as he crunches down on the powdery capsule.

Is that... Normal-

"Hey! This whole idea was for your sake Hiragi! Your always so uptight I was worried having you watching the freshmen would turn you bald!" Umemiya points and accusing finger at Hiragi, faking a pout.

"It's not even these new kids Umemiya! It's just Sakura and Sugishita, their all-fucking nuts!"

Now, Hiragi's got his sharp teeth pointed out as he groans back at Umemiya. The two continue arguing for minutes while your forced to stand there awkwardly... It seems very one-sided, Umemiya trying to justify how he was only worried for Hiragi, only to get a hit to the head.

Suddenly, those bruises on your body are really started to ache.

"I uh- Is this an argument you guys need me to be there for... Or can I-

'Huh? Oh, look what you've done Hiragi! We've left poor [Name] all by their lonesome. Yes, yes, go on now [Name]! Thanks again! Please check up on Furin's dear loyal dog for us would you!" He flashes a bright smile towards you, giving you a thumbs up as he starts dragging the angry Hiragi stood beside him, fume puffing out from his nose as his forehead creases.

Before Hiragi gets to argue back, he's pulled away, shut off again as you hear bits and pieces of the compliments Umemiya gives you about your fight, covering over his begrudging complaints.

...

Sitting down on the hard wooden floor, your arm move swiftly as you wrap the rough cotton tape around your knuckles, the healing ointment, sheer and oily, spreads underneath the bandages, cooling down the aching of you reddened knuckles. Like wise bandages are wrapped around your waist and knees from the less graceful falls of earlier.

There's a slight humming of birds that twiddles in from the open windows, cooler air breezing through the house as the sun sets in warm oranges outside. Beside you, Sugishita sits quietly, eyebrows still furrowed as he tries to hide his struggle, unable to wrap the bandages around his left knuckles.

It's hard to ignore him when he's aggressively huffing beside you, his long legs sprawled out forward and his again- very sharp shark like teeth, gnaw at the fraying ends of the sports bandages.

It's so tempting to study his face... Really, teeth that sharp make his pretty brown eyes stand out. Fierceness from his dark eyebrows as his brown eyes are encapsulated from his dark silky-smooth hair. The yellow light peeking through the window shines on parts of his raven hair, reflecting gorgeous tones of dark blue as he blinks. If you could just get a closer look at his long eyelashes too-

Oh no. Now you've been staring too long.

He grunts and growls and sharply turns his head.

And now you're the focus of those charming brown eyes.

"What."

Oh my goodness. He speaks.

"I- Uh- Did you... Want help?"

He huffs, and for a second you panic, thinking the worst, that you've offended him and pissed him off.

"Sure... I guess." He chokes out, shifting his head away quickly too look out elsewhere. Did you embarrass him?

Oh, but be quick now, you're losing your chance [Name]. Wasting no time, you scoot yourself in towards him, closing the space between you two until your knees are just barely scrapping each other.

He's still looking out the window, and his stupidly elegant hair is too long, blocking you from reading his expression as it tumbles past his sharp nose. A short sniff of some sort of distain you guess, as you tap his hand in warning.

Grabbing it gently, you unroll the mess of bandages he had made before. The ointment now all messy and sticking to your hands as you toss the wettened bandaids.

His hands are very smooth...

Grabbing the box of supplies, you try not to focus on how long and nimble his fingers are. Trying, well, attempting to focus instead on spreading the healing cream between his... Very, smooth knuckles and the tips of his fingers. His nails are also well kept, but the only part of it that was unsightly, yet beautiful, was the dried paled parts of his first two knuckles. Calloused white and paler then the rest of his hand, there's evidence of previous scrap ups that remained permanently. It's pretty, you think, and a trophy of his personality.

"Tell me if it's uncomfortable alright? This sort of cream works better when it's massaged in..." You murmur, lifting your head up as his striking eyes cast against yours.

God, he made it so hard to look directly at him.

"It's... Fine. Do whatever. Tch." He bleats out, eyebrows again furrowing as he looks at you.

As you take to palming the fingers on his hand, spreading the ointment, you fail to notice the slight undeniable tint of pink that shades his high cheekbones, as he stares at you, softening his gaze.

The awkward seconds of silence between his curt response doesn't last long, as he clears his throat and grunts again,

"Your... Fighting earlier. It was... Good."

"Thank you, I tried, to um- Well to make you think, quite honestly", you take care to mind the reddened parts of his arms, scrapped up from the final fall.

"You're not too bad yourself," to which you can already tell he's smiling cockily too,

"What was it? The fast fists thingy"

"Oh that? It was wing chun! You know, it's actually really useful in fighting... The person who made it was this Buddhist monk named Ng Mui who actually was a women! It's a very extricating story actually! Her story on developing the style caused for it being recommended by Bruce Lee... oh, wait I'm blabbing all over again... Sorry!" stammering out, your hands stop as you furrow your face in embarrassment.

His right hand, delicately, taps on your hands too continue, as he speaks,

"No, continue. I want to know."

"Really?..." Now your head has turned up, your other hand blindly grasping around on the ground for the bandaging tape as you lock eyes.

He looks at you in this strange, angry yet longing way, his eyebrows are furrowed, and he seems pissed off, but his eyes. Oh, his eyes. Their locked in on you with this cute peaked interest, shining as you speak. This time, you take notice of his soft pinkened cheeks and the nervousness of his body language.

So, you continue speaking. Wrapping his hands thoughtfully as you retell the history of your fighting style. Recounting the learnings and teachings, explaining why you thought Umemiya even chose you too spar with him. Which he grunts too exasperatedly.

By the time you've finished completely bandaging his sores, you've sat crossed from him, glancing up and down anywhere but his face.

"I hope I didn't bore you through that... I just thought, you'd like to understand why Umemiya made me spar with you. I swear I wasn't trying to steal him away from you or anything!"

Sugishita scoffs a bit, flicking his head to the side as his hair falls away from his face.

"Tch, don't apologize. I don't care. I like your talking."

"Are you? Sure?... I swear I'm not trying to earn brownie points with him. It's not a goal of mine... Honestly, he makes me sort of nervous andalsoI'mnotsureifhe'evenlikesme- Mmph!"

Mid-croaked speech, Sugishita huffs another sigh, pushing his hair back from his face. Leaning in quick, pressing against your lips, opened. Sweet, short, and shocking.

"I- Oh my god- Wow. Um-"

"Let's do this. All of this. Again." He's shocked himself off his feet now, fidgeting with his bandaged hands as he stomps towards the door. The night time sky, dark outside, the only lights coming from the building and the lamps outside.

Turning his head, one quick glance more, he mumbles through his blushed face.

"You’re cute. Stop worrying about it. See you..."

Before you able to scramble to your feet he's scrunched himself over and angrily stomped his way all the way across the street.

"Wait!- What?!-"

You hear the angry slam of the gate.

Touching your lips, there's a slight tang of metal as you run your tongue over where his lips had been. Excruciatingly hot, your whole face becomes.

But now there's a slight nip of blood, where his little vampiric teeth had accidently scrapped.

TOGAME JO (aikido + kung fu)

"You'll wait for me, won't you Kami-chan?"

"Mmm... Maybe. If you remember to come back for me" he teases, grinning his long feline smile as he looks down at you through his shaggy mullet. Black hair dancing softly with the light breeze as fireworks blare up above.

He's slumped over the wooden railing of the arched bridge, gazing out at the red Torii gates as the wood creaked. A small paper bowl dawned Mitarashi Mochi, steaming hot from the vendor as the sticky sweet soy sauce glazed over it glowed under the flickering fireworks.

Flashes of red, greens, and yellows echo above. As you gaze at him, taking in his striking soft lazed eyes. His silly grin molding into a frown as he raises a brow.

"Hmm? What's wrong Tori? Why aren't you responding?", he seems so unbothered by your moving. If only you could tell him, it was him that was distracting you.

"It's just that... Well, what if you forget me?" you mumble, stuffing your face into your sweaters sleeves as you curled on top of the wood.

You don't have to look at him to feel his eyes narrow in some sort of strange annoyance.

"I won't. Even I know better than that [Name]. We've been friends for long enough, haven't we?" Leaning forward, creaking noises barely mix with the loud cacophony of the fireworks.

He stares at the patterned lights of a red heart. The sparks floating away like fairies as they disappear.

You could sit in this moment forever. Soak in the fainting scent of his hair, the boring old public bath soaps mixed with his own strange, food embedded aroma. Something from his love of festivals you had always noticed.

Luminated underneath the sky, his green eyes held sparks of such vibrant color. From the straight, dark gaze he held for a moment, he turned, grabbing your hand with one of his own, grabbing what was left of the mochi with his other, as he looked at you, deeply,

"I'll remember you. So, write to me while you're gone, won't you?"

Lost in his darkened gaze, you only nod, smiling meekly as his hand closes into yours.

It's cold. Very, very, cold.

He's always had cold hands. When he stands up straight, he pulls you in by his side, your hand warming up to his, heat rushing through your finger tips as he palms the front of your hand. Running over the knuckles hardened from your several brawls.

"Come on' at least let me bet ya' one more time before you leave Tori"

With that, the mood blazes a little more, eliciting a giggle from you as he grins and jogs the both of you towards the large, opened sumo mats. Left open for freelancing competitors.

When he lets go of you, it's a lot more noticeably cold. A choke of air left loose from your throat as you reel your hand back. Desperately holding against the urge to grab again at his empty hand. Watching as he turns his back, throwing away the mochi, clueless.

Ducking under the flexing ropes, you both enter, cracking knuckles, stretching legs, grinning childishly.

"I'll get you this time Jo!" Teasing, you bounce on your heels, cart wheeling towards him.

"We'll see about it [Name]... I've been beating you since we were babies, maybe you'll win this time..." His baritone voice drags out the last syllable, watching knowingly as your eye twitches from his annoyance.

"I'll beat you and then send you to the States instead of me Kami-chan!"

"Mmm, we'll see doll"

He hopes you don't notice the way he's jaw is latched shut. The way his eyebrows furrow in annoyance. And especially not the way small crystalline tears dabble his pretty green eyes you so adored.

Realizing that you're leaving him.

...

"I'll be home soon Kami. Do you still remember me?" - Tori

“Ohhh Kame-chan! Kame-chan, Kame-chan! Look what I brought! Ume-chan said the bakery down in their precinct had extras so I brought home mochi!” Choji giggles in playful delight as he jumps up and down.

Watching as his friend crumples a small piece of paper into his palm. Togame takes to it quickly as he shoves it deep inside his Shishitoren jacket. He tilts his head.

...Kame-chan never hides secrets from him. And he certainly had no reason to start now.

"Hmm~? What's that Kame-chan? What is it! It looked important! Was it from Sakura-chan? Ooo, I haven't seen him in forever! I wonder what he's up too-"

"It's... Nothing Choji. Leave it. This isn't for you to see anyways." Togame mumbles, shifting uncomfortably onto one of his wooden sandals. Eyes following off to the side, finding interest in the sky instead of his friend. Shuffling something in his pocket, digging deep into it; indenting the shape of some sort of crumbling.

He was ruining the note!

"Hey! Wait, wait, wait! Kame-chan what's on the notee?! I wanna' know! Give it here! You'll ruin it!" pouting, Choji jumps forward, yanking at the orange letterman jacket. Pulling at Togame's wrists as he tried to reach for the crumbled paper.

"Wait Choji- Hey!-"

Successfully wrestling the note out of his friend's grasp he fumbles over the folded edges, lifting the note up in triumph as he grins and reads,

"I'll be home soon Kami!- Tori, Oof!"

Only to get plundered to the hard concrete rooftop of building.

'Kame-chann! Ow... That hurt! What was that for?!"

"You... Dumbass. That note has nothing important... Leave it alone would ya'..." Furrowing his brows, the emeralds of his eyes narrow as he glares at the folded-out letter in Choji's hand. The last letter of your signature just barely peeking out in a soft stroke of pen.

"It's clearly very~ important if your hiding it from me Kame-chan! Who is it? Who is it? You've never hid secrets before! Ooo... I wonder, is it a lover do you have someone you like Kame-chan? OhwowIcan'timagine-"

"It's not my lover dumbass! It's... From someone. I guess..." Togame groans in exhaustion, watching Choji through colored lenses as he jumps giggling up and down. Bouncing on the fronts of his feet like a little child. All the fanfare as his eyes glow in anticipation, staring deep into his lazed eyes.

Togame swears he felt his eyebrow twitch,

"It's... From an old childhood friend. Okay? Ya' done yet?"

He should of hid that note quicker.

"Oh?! Oh!! Kame-chan has a pen pal! Woahh... Wait, is it that one girl from your old secondary school?! Kame-chan you've got to tell me more than that!" Now he's circling him like a vulture. Tugging on the whites of his sleeve as he twirls in circles around him, all the energy in the world.

Choji would ring this opportunity out of Togame if it was the last thing he did.

"... It is them... I guess. But keep your mouth quiet dumbass. We didn't end on good terms last time around... Anyways, I haven't seen them or talked to them since that letter..." huffing, Togame bends his knees, laying flat on the ground as he put his arms behind. Staring up into the clear sky as he traced over the clouds. Suspiciously heart shaped and fluffy.

"Wahh~... But then doesn't that mean this is your chance to make it up to them?", Choji takes the time out of his boundless energy to plop down beside the tall, clearly saddened man, as he turns and stares. Unblinking.

"Hahh?! Are you kidding me? No thanks... We haven't seen each other in forever. It's stupid... I got all angry and annoyed after they left. I stopped answering their texts and when they tried sending letters I... Just. Couldn't"

A breeze blows a strange chill down Togame's spine.

When he turns to look at Choji, fearing the silence, his face is met with the very, very, chilled and deadly hands of Choji Tomiyama.

His friend had latched his eyes opened, inches away from Togame as he grinned, emotionless. Unfazed. Blankly.

Petrified, Togame forces himself to stare back, eyes opened in near heart attack.

"If you're going to be such a wimp about it. Then I'll make it happen. Myself."

The air stills.

.

.

.

"Haha! Gotcha'! Was that good? That was my pep talk! Ume-chan said good leaders know how to encourage their right hands! Didya' get the message Kami-chan?"

Togame feels his heart skip a beat as the hands gripped tightly over his cheeks let loose as Choji jumps to his feet spontaneously.

"Yeahh... Sure Choji... Uh huh." Recovering from his near shock, he takes the hand extended out towards him.

"It's okay to be scared Kami-chan! All of us are at some point! But sometimes you've got to learn to face your fears head on! You've got me, Sakura-chan, and all of Shishitoren holding you up on your back anyways! Trust in us! We're here for you and your sad romance!"

"There is no sad romance! Ohhh... Never mind"

"Come on Kame-chan! Let's enjoy this mochi before it goes cold. Maybe that'll get your mind off things for a bit!"

Letting out a cold hard sigh of frustration, he follows behind the bumbling child. Watching as Choji leaps through the doors, never looking back. Knowing full well that he'd follow.

It reminds him of how you'd tail behind him.

Back when you two were just friends.

...

When the sky turns bleak in darkness, Choji hums a lullaby as he waits outside the train station, being the only one within radius of the neighborhood Togame lived in.

Scrolling absentminded on his phone, he waits for the intercom to stop it's announcement.

"Arriving, Makochi Station. All passengers may now exit"

Flicking his phone off, he tucks it into his jacket, still having not changed since his meeting with the dark raven haired man.

A devilish grin adorns his face as he zeros in on the person exiting the train. Two large luggage cases trailing behind their person as the curl up the scarf rung over their neck.

Skipping up to them, his grin widens.

"Hiya! Your Tori-chan aren't cha'? Ooo, it's so nice to finally meet you! I'm Choji Tomimiya! Are you lost?"

He leaves you no time to soak in the shock of the name he calls you by.

Watching you keenly as your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting the greeting; your cheeks-stained light pink from the cold of the night. Immediately going into a familiar praying mantis stance. Thumbs and palms folded like knives as you step back cautiously.

"Now hold on! I don't mean harm! I'm Kame-chan's friend! Oh wait- That doesn't help... Togame's friend!"

His eyes gleam mischievously as he watches your eyes widen even more, a gasp puffing from your lips as he clasps his hands together. Rubbing them together like a pesky fly as he skips.

"You and I have so much to talk about!"

The poor, unsuspecting you.

...

When Togame arrives in the dark, gloomy lit room of The Ori his subconsciousness immediately perks up to the appearance of someone, familiar, as their back turned to meet him.

“Hi. Kame-chan”

Your voice has a newfound bitterness he’s not used to, although it was expected. In the back of his mind, he could feel a twitch snap its way up his spine as his eye winced.

When you have fully faced him, a coldness wallowed your eyes. Your lips pressed thin against each other as he watched your shoulders stiffen. An uncomfortable silence crowding the both of you in.

For a while, it seemed like neither of you were going to move. Watching each other blankly as your fists closed. Palming inwards as white crescent shaped imprints were left from your nails.

“Hi. Kame-chan.”

Shit.

This was all Choji’s idea wasn’t it.

Nothing could explain the way you looked at him. Something begging for him in shame.

“Ah, hello. [Name]."

Anxiety bubbles up in his stomach in rippling waves. Choking down the pitiful tears that bubbled up in his stomach, taking a step forward, he watched as your brow twitches.

"So, are you going to explain yourself? Have anything to say to the person you ghosted for months?" Bitter is your voice as it rise, angry, wrathful stomps, following step by step, until your close enough to punch him.

Or even kiss him.

But he doesn't need to know that.

"Aha.. Ha. Listenn [Name], I. A lot of things happened while you were gone, I met new people, had new things to take care of... I'm sor-"

"If you were sorry, you would have replied. You would have answered my letters. You should have answered them."

And now you've backed up, popping your knuckles as you snicker, mocking him as you glared.

"What, were you too awestruck by your new little best friend that you forgot me Kame-chan?"

How much had Choji told you? Anyway, he was really going to kill him one way or another. If he could get past you first.

"Hey. Eyes here Togame Jo. I don't take shitty emotional outrages lightly turtle head. I don't give a damn if you've join some sort of gang or what not, but if you've got a problem with me, we'll fight it out like we've always done" Twisting your neck, cracks resound, bouncing up and down as you take deep breaths, slowing down your racing heart.

Tradition would have it, that whenever you were arguing, as children do, your parents would force the both of you into a padded garage, the mats firm but cushioned as they'd demand you to fix your issues through regulated fights.

For the both of you, this had always been the way fights were fixed. Nothing staged, no parades, no bitter tears, just simple, very simple, rough housing.

It was always natural to you, finding your fix in taking out your anger in the punches, blocks, hard slams onto the mats with him. The five year old versions of you and Togame being snotty emotional babies, taking out your frustrations with tactless takedowns and silly punches.

He doesn't stop to think as he grins, bittersweet. And Togame thinks about how pretty you look underneath even the horrible yellow dim lights of the Ori's theatre stage.

Kicking off the sandals below him, digging the palms of his feet into the cracked wood of the stage, his smile widens. Lazy doe eyes perking up at you, reeling you in, through shaded yellow glasses. Previous sadness dissipating as he watches you bounce, playfully.

That's right, it had always just been you two and your silly little fights, hadn't it. There really was no reason he should have been scared.

Aiming for your leg he ducks, sweeping as you jump over. Swaying like a snake as your hands lift and tuck.

Now you grin too, a nostalgic feeling bubbling in your heart as you watch his black hair flair. Beautiful as he grapples for you, aiming closer and closer.

It really was so hard to be angry at someone as beautiful as him. The next time he aimed for you, you barreled, grabbing at his arm as you throttled him over.

His eyes widen in the split of the second your faces align, watching as his body glides over yours in a swift throw.

God, he admired the way you grinned and chuckled as his body crashed to the wooden floor.

A threatening crack left in the imprint of the stage.

His back was aching.

But for some reason, he was thrilled. No, he knew why. You could see it, as he grunted up from the floor, you backed, still swaying as you pounce towards him. Grappling for his limbs as he backed and tried to his own throw.

For minutes, you two grappled at each other, tiring yourselves out as he crouched lower and lower, as you yanked quicker and stronger.

Fiery passion dancing in unseen ways between the quick glances. Your eyes catching each other's as short looks found their way into your messy brawls. Just like little kids again, you both grinning like maniacs, little children, forgetting the whole reason behind your dirtied fists, crappy stage, and labored breaths.

When it had felt like hours, and the wood planks of the stage had started to tilt under the pressure of your heavy body slams, only then did you both pause to catch your breath. Short, raspy catches of air as your eyes locked.

And the moment holds. Bent over, hands on knees, as he looks at you, hair disheveled and little hair tie lost somewhere in the midst, his bright green eyes glowing brightly as he stares. Watching your hair, splayed out and unkept, clothes dirtied with patches of dirt. Still with a determined look of fierceness held on your gaze. Moment holding, before you both leap at each other, tangling arms and legs.

It takes even longer, as you both tumble to the floor, breaths quickening as limbs lace around each other, trying to find an opening to throw. Rolling around, dirty and grim bulking over each others clothes, as the floor below threatens to give.

When you finally give, throwing your head onto his, knocking the breath out of him as he one final breath gives leeway.

"Ow! Damn it-..."

He glares, your legs crossed over each other as he lays up, propped on his shoulders below you.

You blink.

He blinks.

And suddenly, a quiet rumble erupts, and your both giggling as you stumble over him, lying next to him. Crazed, pure psychotic laughter as your hands cover your face shielding from the light.

He's slow, deep looming tone, echos across the walls as he grins, looking up at the ceiling, eyes droopy as he turns.

"... I, missed you, Tori" This time, you're sure you heard a choked back sob.

"Wait- Hey now... Wait, don't get all sappy on me Togame Jo!" Alarmed, you turn, propping up on one elbow as you clasp your calloused hand at his cheek.

Watching as a tear slides down his cheek.

"...Kami-chan... Are you alright?"

He doesn't reply. Sitting there, watching your dolled face, anxious with worry as you hold his cheek. Everything felt warm, inviting, exciting. And he didn't want it to leave.

"Can we, stay like this?..."

Without hesitation, or need for explanation,

"Of course. Of course we can Kami"

So, you lay back down, staring up at the ceiling looking that the lights as they start to flicker. Wondering whatever happened to the best friend you knew as lazed and cool. It doesn't take long before you hear the shuffling of Togame, long limbed as the beast he is, scooting closer.

The softness of an orange coat floats over you, draping elegantly as you let out a deep sigh.

He looks at you, smiling, body aching, knees giving out, as he turns, facing you, taking in your details as the butterflies in his heart explode like burning pain.

He lifts the orange coat, blackened by design ink and dirt that coats its outside, as he tucks you in.

"I'm sorry"

He thinks.

As he turns upwards, laying on his own arm, thinking about how the wood seemed even brighter than the mornings blue sky.

...

"Woah dude... What was that about? Didja' see that boss? That was crazy!..." Kanuma squeaks, hiding behind his puffed out sleeves as he whimpers behind the wooden door.

"Shhh! Shh! They're gonna hear us if you don't shudd'up idiot!" Arima whispers -yelling through his teeth- trying to peak over the top of his friend.

"Woahh... He did it! He did it! Kame-chan talked to his crush!" A small, fluffy blonde hair boy peaks over the top of the two eavesdropping rats. Pumping up his fists in cheer as he grins maniacally.

"Wait- What? Boss that's Togames crush?! That's crazy... There's no way!" Almost fearful, Kanuma ducks behind the wall.

"No, it totally is guys...! When I talked to them yesterday, they told me about how they used to like him when they were kids... Just look at them. Their totallyy in love!~" The blonde boy snickers, sticking out his tongue at his friend as he watched the lover birds sleep.

Trying to peak again, Kanuma looks over Choji's head, squinting at the two lying forms. A sudden twitching motion coming from Togame as his eyes flicker, turning slowly to the sound of rustling clothes.

"... Uh oh! I think he noticed us guys! Scatter! Kame-chan's gonna kill us if he knows we were eavesdropping" Choji tip toes out of the line of sight as he gives a closed eye smile. Putting up a finger as he motions to be quiet. Scampering off with the two mischievous members tailing close behind, giggling like children again.

Togame Jo would not be hearing the end of it any time soon.

KAJI REN (capoeria (e.g of reader (cw: indecency) MANGA SPOILERS

Kaji Ren hates stupid people.

He hates stupid people with an ego even more so.

Thinking about it makes him even more ticked off, which doesn't help the crowd he's with at all.

There are bruises traced all over his face, purple as they start to darken. His mouth is parched, his bottom lip is busted and bleeding slightly as the iron taste touches his tongue. A sharp iron taste lacing itself in his mouth as he wipes the blood pouring out the scraps on his face and skin.

Stuck between two boys, who seem quite obviously ages older than him; cornered him towards the large jungle gym. His back pressing up slowly against the cold metal bars. Their eyes preying as they snickered, cracking their knuckles in viciousness. Having already landed harsh, unfair blows at his back and chest. His wrists ached from where they had iron gripped at, leaving red marks. His legs wobbled slightly as he backed, he was sure he could feel more bruises forming.

"Where's your little protector now Kaji? You're not all that scary without Hiragi anymore are ya' punk", the taller of the two boys, spits, getting his saliva all over the wood chips decorating the floor.

Really, Kaji Ren can't stand nasty little idiots like him. Pieces of the cocky bastards' spit got over his cheek, gross and slimy as his eyes narrow. Swiping at the disgusting remanence with his school uniforms sleeve, it stains the cuffs.

Spitting back, "Get the hell away from me moron." Kaji tries to duck underneath the two boys.

Only, behind them were several other upper classmen, all dressed in a strange coat printed with some design of a blacked-out snake, curling in on itself. The logo of their gang he guesses. Damn it, as he tries to swerve away from the group of teens the more they close in. His headphones had already been off as they had died hours ago, having forgotten to charge them before heading out, much to his annoyance.

Hiragi had told him to contain his anger, tune out the dumb people with his headphones and music, hold his tongue from starting fights with lolipops and sweets to chew on. Yet, his headphones would be no help and there were far too many people trying to instigate with him for him not to start a fight. Especially when his body was already battered and bruising as he tried to stand up right.

The shorter of the boys, freckle face and yellow hair, perked up, inching closer as he grabbed at Kaji's collar.

"What happened little boy? Where's all that bark now huh??- Guess those rumors your short temper were all yap huh. Come on now! Show us your rage, your anger." Lifting him up in the air, Kaji grimaces, closing his fists tight as he tries to struggle loose. Suspended in air, moments last.

A strong back handed fist landing the boys nose as he drops down and back.

"Ow- Fuck! You damn brat!" Blood leaks from the boys nose, a strange joint sticking out as he covers his nose. Eyes widening at the awkward angle it held.

"Fucking! Damn it don't just stand there! Get that fucking dog in a cage!"

Several of the members jump at the command, charging at the white hair boy with bats in hand. Closed fists, weapons of wood, and blood thirsty looks on their face as they push past the wounded teen.

Twisting his body he launches into the air, careful to hold onto his headphones as he lands, kicking members from every side.

His knuckles flame and burn as he lands blows, screaming bloody murder, words muffled; hell, if he knows what he's saying. His body manipulates like a ballet, twisting and spinning as he jumps to dodge and throws with full intent. Every muscle in his body aching as his legs collide with the onslaught of members. Kicks sending back several at a time as he sweeps below. Ducking under one before launching up to round house another.

The air gets colder the longer he stays outside. It's almost completely black when the streetlights turn on. Everyone tucked away in their homes.

Out of nowhere a punch connects with his jaw, sending up sideways.

Standing up, he wobbles, trying to get back his vision at his attacker(s). His jaw is stinging with numbing pain; almost broken he thinks. But it's nothing he hasn't had before.

Limping, his back curves to a straight stand, trying to clasp back his fists. A fatigue enveloping him as he tries to stand. Only to have someone yank him from behind, strong and quick as he lands on the wooden chips of the playground. His coat flaying off him with the attacker. A scream releasing from his lips as pieces poke sharply into his back.

"Damn it..."

His throat hurts from violent pain, labored breathing leaving him as he tries to calm himself.

1...

2...

3...

Everything fades. Every little breath he counts as he tries to stop the blurring of his eyes, widened in fear as the blackened shadows approach him.

He can't lose it again.

Where are they? Where are the headphones? His lollipops even? He can't feel anything.

Where are they?

The headphones. Their gone, they're not on his neck, his eyes blur even more, eyebrows raising as he frantically stands, stumbling as he grips around his neck, looking for them.

"Looking for this little boy?" The taller teen steps forward, headphones, pale white, in hand as he sneers.

"Give. Those. Back. You fucking moron!"

Prancing around him, dancing with a sing song-y voice, the boy taunts,

"Come and get em' doggy"

Fuck. He can't see, everything is blacking out, he can't lose them. Not now, not yet, Hiragi didn't give him those precious headphones just for them to be taken away.

He couldn't disappoint Hiragi like this. Not like this. Anything but the headphones. Anything but that pitch blackness and the bodies that would pile up when he woke.

It's too late, he's already losing control of himself. He can't even feel his arms anymore. He feels dazed, let lose. Black dots stabbing at his vision as the last of the men trail in, crouched low as they sneer and snicker. Taunting. Enticing. Looking down.

On him.

What would Hiragi think? Kaji apologizes in his head. Feeling the last of his consciousness fading away as his muscles relax.

"Sorry... Hiragi, sir..."

For a second the world slows as he tilts, falling lightly. It's almost peaceful.

.

.

.

"Waitt-!!"

"Stay alive dude! You've got this, hold on!"

Flashes of clothing appear. A sudden figure leaping towards the rest of the gang, fists tight as they move in weird dissonance. Their legs bent and swaying like a snake.

It wakes Kaji.

Whoever they were, they didn't stop to check if he was still awake. Or if his legs were still holding up him. They kept bouncing up and down, flairs of all sorts, cartwheels and tornado kicks combined.

They moved like a dance, cutting off each member slowly as they jumped and leaped. Taking the stage as they landed kicks across every member. Bodies dropping one by one as each kick and punch landed.

Violent pulses of coughs left from their victims, short, asphyxiated breaths. His legs gave out watching them. Vision returning slowly in color as they watched the way the darkened figure danced. It felt like anything but a fight, much more graceful than his. It felt staged, long lasting, as they took out men with their long loose limbs. The power felt almost raw, beautiful, but untamed and violent in a way even he could understand.

Until finally, the very last member stood. The very boy that had taken his headphones off. Quaking in fear as his knees buckled, hands held high as he tried to run.

"Hey! Come back here dummy! Why are you so scared? I'm not done yet!" Grinning, you launch upwards, flipping dramatically as you land. Cascading down like a little fairy as you smile in a sadistic glee.

Pinpoint on his back, leg first.

His head hitting the floor in a disgusting, awestruck crack.

“… Uh oh. Is he alright?! Shoot, I didn't kill him did I...? Shit” you mutter under your breath.

Despite your word a devilish smile entertained your face. It was almost horrific the way you sat on the poor boy's back.

Kaji watches you sit in silence for minutes muttering under your breath before you snap back to reality. Jumping up spontaneously; surprising Kaji as he sits up right, before you yank out the white headphones, inspecting them.

Giving a little kick at the bodies arm, you reach out with your empty hand, feeling for the certain beat of his heart with your two fingers. Inspecting the pulse as you hummed, strangely unbothered.

When you were satisfied, a grin left of your face from where Kaji could see, you skipped towards him. Headphones in hand you bent down all bubbly as you smiled and offered him a lending hand.

"Hiya! Are you okay dude? Was a bit worried back there to be honest! I thought you died or something..." A nervous chuckle left your, very pretty lips, Kaji noticed, hyper focused on the way they moved as you went on bumbling,

"Do you need... Bandages? Water?... Does it hurt a lot?"

Something about the way you spoke held him in a weird trance. You were mesmerizing. Maybe it wasn't even just the way you spoke, but the way you looked. The way you acted. Maybe even, especially the way you completely saved him from months of regret and wallowing in his own self pity. Something about the way you fought and the way you were looking over his face and knuckles. Eyes keen on his bruises that decorated his cheeks made his face feel warm.

There was an unfamilar fuzzy feeling bubbling in his stomach. Was this... Anxiety? Now? It was weird. It didn't feel exactly like times before. But still, he felt something that was new and foreign. Something that he wasn't sure he enjoyed.

Your eyes are glued to his knuckles next, turning over his hands to inspect his palms, and he notices the way your eyes furrow and you continue to mutter under your breath.

Now he just feels like a creep-

"I- Um- H-hey, let go of me!! It's nothing I swear- I'm used to it by this point! -"

"That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt you any less! Don't say things like that! Trust me, I've had my fair share of fights too... Getting treatment makes the recovery process easier than you think!"

"But-" He starts.

"Shut up! Nope. Be quiet! Here, take this, we'll get you something for the bruises and then I guess we can also repair these-" holding out your hand, you hand him back the headphones. This time, their scrapped and chipped by the sides, only noticeable if you looked closely. But still. It hurt Kaji a little to see them even remotely damaged. What sort of person was he to ruin Hiragi's gift like that?

Not noticing his little frown and the way he narrows his grey eyes to squint at the damages, you pocket out a couple hundred yen. Handing him the money as you chuckle, watching his face flush pink underneath the moonlight.

His eyes dart shyly elsewhere you could see the way his cheeks puffed slightly as he avoided your gaze. Sweetly, they looked absolutely squishable, it took everything not to reach out and grab.

"Hey! [Name]! Where are you ya' damn brat...! My friends are waiting and I am not having your family yell at me for leaving you out here in the dark!"

Shit-

"Coming! I'm coming! Hold on!-" turning your head quickly towards the voice your eyes shock open. Looking back, you smile quickly at Kaji, whose head is tilted, curious as he stares.

"Sorry I gotta' go pretty boy! See you around?... Till next time!"

Running away quickly waving your hand high above the air, flickers of the moonlight glows across your air as it reflects off. Before he blinks you've run off as fast as you appeared.

Leaving him confused, flushed red as his stammers a breath.

Looking down at the wad of yen in his hand, he notices a small tab, a sticker. The image of a white rabbit, a popular character that the girls in his year always had merch of. Its eyes looked almost soulless, staring back at him with its little x-cross shaped mouth.

"Cute..."

He thought. The blush on his cheeks growing redder as he stood in the light, staring at the gift left by his little savior. He should have asked for your name...

Peeling the paper off its smooth backing, he sticks it in the middle of his headphones, right center as it covered over the most noticeable of the scratches.

Man, he really wished he had asked for your name now.

...

"Alrrrright Kaji sir! Firrrst yearrrs are surrveying the norrrth homes! Grrrandma Sato rrreporrted her daughterr was missing sir! Let's search around the marrrkets arrea! Gram'ma said she was sent over therrre last." Enomoto yells, fiercely as he jabs a finger towards the pastry stores up ahead.

A smell of fresh bread hints itself in the air. Motioning to Kusumi with a few quick words, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket he nods. Kaji scampers off quickly as he sighs, adjusting his headphones. Sucking hard on a pink lolipop, his lips pop slightly as he runs.

The old women lost her poor baby cat every other day. Not to confuse the way she described her daughter, the animal in her possession was indeed a white feline.

On days where patrol was slow, and the only calling for Kaji was the needing for his and Bofurin's athletic prowess, he'd find himself walking straight past that park.

Looking longingly as he scoffs, noticing the way the wooden chips dipped softly, just barely noticeable, right next to the metal bars of the big jungle gym.

If it wasn't for the fact he had a job to do, and people he'd much rather not disappoint, he'd find a seat, right on the very tip of those cold metal bars as he dangled his legs over. Turning up his music to a certain lovecore playlist replaying that very night back in his head over and over. Humming slightly to some overseas American artist, Laufey.

He was never a fan of soft lullaby songs, all pathetically whimsical as they sang of love and possibilities.

But, months after that very scramble, he'd found a couple pragmatic online posts about the white little rabbit, stickered onto his headphones. Apparently, the girls who loved the so-called mascot rabbit 'Miffy' were systematically linked to artists associated with Laufey or lovecore.

As much as he'd love the posts to be proven wrong, the playlists always did reminded him of his first love.

He'd always spend the time, staring down at the floor, closing his eyes as music blasted, thinking about how your hands had been so very warm against his own. How bright you giggled as you were nervous, and how pretty your hair looked against the moonlight.

Kaji, oh dear captain of his year, was head over heels for a person he'd only met once.

And by gods, was it horribly embarrassing.

Slowing down from his jog, Kaji stares at the park. Pausing for a quick minute,

"It's just for a quick breath" He thinks.

His cheeks puff slightly at his amusing thought, slight tint of pink as he shakes his head angrily. Huffing a breath of annoyance, as he thinks;

Patrol comes first.

Out of the corner of his eye, mid thought, there comes the shine of something white. A small instant flash as the figure bounces across the wooden chips onto the small road.

"Darn it... There she is"

It doesn't take a second longer, as Kaji runs towards the movement. Watching the little naughty cat pounce across the road. Stopping to look back and give a teasing stick of the tongue. Damn Grandma, she spoiled this cat way too much.

Running after Risa, the flicker of her tail tucks as she ducks under stalls and their produce stands, scampering across the market place.

"Hey! Come back here damn it!"

Tripping over loose rock, he runs to catch up with the slimy rascal. Together as they duck under trashbins and banners, flipping over buildings as he yells. Just a few steps short as Risa bends underneath some bridge, skittering to a stop as Kai jumps down. Only for her to jump right back up as she pause once more, blinking innocently as she mews and sits pretty and perched. Kaji's sure he seems like a maniac now. He's yelling at the stupid cat as if it'll slow down, watching as he finally climbs up onto the bridges railings, nearly tripping again as he finally catches up to Risa behind a darkened part of the neighborhood.

A neighbor of the lower tax bracket, as litter is scattered on the floor, and a few abandoned houses and an amassed amount of weeds and strangling plants left alone as he watches the pearl cat finally sit still. Stuck right in front of him as she licks her paw, glancing at him in a sneering amuse he swears is an insult about his intelligence.

Mewling all sweet and baby-like, she beckons him to come closer. Watching him slowly crotched, annoyingly scoff as he rips open another lolipop. Having lost his previous one in the chase.

It's sour flavor of lemon pinches his tongue's tastebuds, souring his expression more as he starts to stomp fiercely towards the mocking kitten.

"Hey!... Look dude! A white cat! Aren't those like, superrr expensive?" a voice calls out, the small of a head of hair peeking overtop the overgrown weeds. A snicker comes with, and before Kaji and let out another tsk of annoyance, a group of guys about his age pops out behind the tall grasses.

One by one teens, Kaji guesses third years, stampeded towards Risa, gossiping in loud tones as they crouch, narrowing in on Risa.

He doesn't like the way they look at the cat, eyes preying in on her white fur like a prize, like predators.

"I'm sure it'll make for some good cash guys..."

"Hell yeah it will! Senior folk go crazy for cats this colo..-"

"Hey! What do you guys think you're doing?!" suddenly, another voice chimes in, it sounds... Almost familiar to him.

He takes the surprise of the guys to his advantage, sweeping up Risa in a quick swift motion.

She yowls in protest, echoing across the fields. Kaji's suddenly grateful he still has his headphones on, the muffling feature in full works.

Glaring at the guys, flashes of angry shouts come as they run towards him. Based on their reactions, he's almost certain they're yelling at him for stealing their cash cow-

Cash cat?-

Kaji doesn't get the chance to think before he grips his arms tightly around the soft kitty. Careful not to hurt her as he dodges out of the way, trying to make a mad dash towards the Bofurn plaza.

There were better days and better times to pick a fight. Even Kaji could tell, especially when he was carrying a very fussy and prickly cat that was very keen on escaping.

Trying to turn his back, he fails to notice the sound of a whole body slamming into the dirt ground. Several more shouts erupting as some sort of flashy black shadow twirled and danced, kicking towards the older guys.

Before he's able to run far, someone grabs at the back of his hoodie, yanking him to the floor as Risa panic, hissing violently.

"Shit! Come here Risa-chan... Sorry-"

He's lifted and turned around as a punch collides with his face.

Crap.

In the brief last second, he somehow shakes free, taking the punch as he feels his lip bruising.

Scurrying backwards he sees his attacker holding Risa by the scuff of the neck, perking their lips outwards in a taunt.

Risa's claws are just short of reaching his face as she hisses in frustration, swinging wildly as her claws extend.

"Shoot... Damn it. The cat!" Whisper yelling underneath his breath, he pops off his headphones as he runs towards the attacker. Throwing raw punches towards his opponent while trying to carefully pick Risa back up.

Blows exchange as he tries to step in front of Risa, having been let down as the grip loosened. When Kaji had finally noticed the other attackers had been laying on the floor unmoving and a shadow was curb stomping them almost breathless, he yelled

"Hey damn it! What's taking you so long?! Help the cat!"

The figure whips around confused,

"Oh shi- Sorry! Didn't know there was still more!"

Giving a swift low kick to make sure the men were still unconscious the person joined, flipping wildly into cartwheels as their knees bent. Raw jagged movements left your body as you confused the man in front of you. Striking at key targets hitting the arteries that would stun him as you aimed.

Kaji once securing the pretty cat, joined, holding the cat in both arms as he spun as well, kicking sporadically.

Together you both danced around the man, mixing styles in sychrony as you paraded over the blood leaking out of noises and cuts. The attacker blocks over and over, lifting his hands up as he tries to run.

"Shit- Sorry! Sorry! Okay I get it! I'll leave!"

It doesn't take long for the coward of a man to run, legs wobbling as he quickly picks himself up, flipping you off as he runs.

A sigh of relief escapes your lips, only for your eyes to shock open widely, searching for your partner in crime.

"Oh dude! Are you okay? You aren't hurt are you?"

As you inch towards the boy, you notice locks of silver hair, and a pair of headphones you had long looked for.

"Holy shi- your that pretty boy from the park!"

...

For Kaji, this coincidental moment felt like a whole years worth of voices silenced. When the shadow had disappeared from your face, his eyes widened, his cheeks flushed, and his grip on Risa loosened.

It was almost a miracle the cat hadn't tried to run off again.

You, you were there.

In front of him.

And this time you weren't fighting for his safety but had done it with him. Suddenly, he almost felt bashful. Embarrassed as he scuffled to his feet, mouth left open as he struggled to respond.

"Hi..."

Damn it Kaji Ren, that was absolutely moronic. His palms are sweaty, and he can feel Risa's fur sticking to it. He can tell his pupils are dilated as he hyperventilates. Staring at you in awe as replays what happened. Your beautiful flair kicks that had caught his attention, coming back to reel him in for more as he fought.

The chemistry you shared, the way your hair was disheveled even less than the last time, and the way your face had matured. Small features that had changed, indications of the time between when you guys had met.

A weird feeling bubbles in Kaji's stomach, turning and twisting in a way that made him confused. Did he want it to stop? Or was he just crazy?

Your eyes look even prettier in the sunset, with the scene of old dark houses shining against them. Your own face perks up curiously,

"Hey uh- Are you just gonna stare?..."

"I uh- Shit. Sorry, um yeah I am that guy... Ya' know... The one you saved last time" Shit, he thinks his voice cracked. Did it crack? Was he hallucinating again?

"No no I remember! I'm just surprised to see you on this part of town... I'm guessing by the uniform you joined Bofurin! Is the cat a neighbor's then?" A smile laces your lips as you inch closer, lifting your index finger to scratch underneath Risa's chin.

As you inchd, Kaji could feel his breath cut. A sharp cut of his unsteady breathing, as his whole body stiffened, almost too aware of how close you were to him.

It feels like hours watching you scratch at the cat in his arms. Right... The cat, not him. It's the cat your paying attention to.

Why is there a stingy sensation now? What is it with all these emotions. It's pissing him off. The weird bubbly feeling replacing itself with a weird giddiness and a hint of something he could only think was jealousy.

Of a cat? How stupid...

When you finish, you stand up straight, grinning even more brightly at the cute kitty time.

"Hey- If you need to return the cat now, how about I walk with you to your side of town? I feel like this meeting was just an absolute sign we were supposed to get to know each other!"

Clasping your hands together, Kaji's whole face erupts in a fierce red, a slow nod as he turns his head away, hiding shyly as his cheeks puff abnormally.

You could almost see the steam bubbling out of his ears.

"S-sure... But just to return the cat!" he babbles, trying to hide his warming ears as he shoves his headphones over his ears with one hand, struggling to put them on all the way.

"Hehe, if that's what you want!" You giggle, reaching out again to pet the sweet soft kitty in his arms. Reaching up once more to readjust his headphones.

All while Ms. Risa sleeps peacefully, and your hair brushes past Kaji's nose, warm hands clasping near the cuffs of his ears by accident as you push the headphones on fully. A glimpse of the bunny sticker showing itself to you as you do so.

A happiness boils inside your chest. Almost a sense of pride as you take notice how yours is the only decoration upon his grey headphones.

And how clean the sticker held up.

A soft smile lifts from his flushed face. Listening to your coos as Risa yawns. He chuckles to himself, thinking again about how awesome you were as you fought, as he timidly reaches out a pinkie. Shifting his grip on the cat as he moves.

Looking away quite obviously, he hooks his pinky with yours as you two walk.

Neither you nor him notice the flushing cheeks and the averted gazes as you hold pinkies.

Short and sweet contact, yet all the warmer as speckles of pink and red dances across your cheeks both.

...

"So, Kajiii whose the new perrrson?!" Enomoto yells, shaking Kaji violently as he spits accidently across his face. For the past hour, since the return of Kaji, his face had been stricken with uncontrollable fear. Thinking his captain had gotten lost.

Only to meet Kaji with a whole essay of questions.

'Yeah, yeah! Tell us Kaji!' A text message rings from Kusumi, his grin widening by the minute as he captures photos of Kaji's red flustered face.

"You neverrr said anything about your crrrush dude! This is crrrrazy! Did Hirrragi sir know about this?! Damn did you leave us out of it Kaji?!" Relentlessly Enomoto shakes, hands quivering at the thought of it all. Kaji Ren with a partner.

"S-Shuddap'! Their not a crush!! I just-"

"What's this I hear?! Kaji you have a crush now?!"

Shit.

Hiragi's face explodes as he drops the plant he holds. Umemiya following close behind as his face drops in horror.

For the plant or for Kaji, he doesn't know.

But he knows he's screwed for sure, looking over to the side of the balcony as you come towards him, smiling as you lift up a hand, showcasing the cute white bunny sticker sheets as you skip.

Maybe he is crushing. Just a little.

SPECIAL BREWS...

Tori-chan // Togame nicknames [reader] as Tori-chan as he views them as someone sweeter than him. Tori or Torii refers to the red gates found in Japanese Shinto shrines. It's a nice play on his monk like religious persona

Kami-chan // [Reader] refers to Togame as Kami as it means paper but also gods/divine beings. For reader and Togame I wanted to symbolize their relatiionship with small religious monikers. Reader also thinks of Togame being laid back and loose limbed like paper, which Kami can also mean!

Lovecore // I wanted to show how innocent and dreamy Kaji's love was. In comparison to his harsh personality, I also headcannon he's the type of guy to listen to music to reminsce and remember his s/o <3. Also just think that lovecore playlists are bangers that remind me of cute character like Miffy and such (I def was not listening to lovecore playlists writing this)

BARISTA'S INQUIREMENT... part II of two! not proof read... Was supposed to be gender neutral but I have a sneaking suspicion I forgot it somewhere. Please let me know if I did! Unfortunately, was very burnt out and couldn't find it in me to write an Umemiya part :(( I will try to post Umemiya content in the near future!

word count. 3k-ish

tag list form !

Part I // FINAL

©lilimalia... Please do not plagiarize, themes are edited by me, reblogs allowed, do not repost on any other platform!!

banner creds: satoru nii, author of wind breaker

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 2,382

Warnings | +18, bullying, for the moment only this

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.

If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.

She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.

➢ Author's Note | This work originated in Italian, so i apologize for any errors you will find, i am not a native english speaker, so go ahead and write in the comments where and what i can improve! 🥺❤

Chapter List - I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII / The End

There was something in the air that day, something that weighed down her chest and left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth.

She looked outside her room and saw large gray clouds looming ominously, it was probably an approaching storm, and even so, she would still have to go to school, she could not escape her school obligations.

She had done so much to escape the harsh judgment of her family members, she knew that attending college was a huge expense for her parents, especially for being an out-of-towner with so much rent and bills to pay, so the only thing she could do to repay them was to get good grades and come out with a more than excellent GPA, without mentioning her problems.

So the girl prepared herself for yet another stressful and gloomy day, surrounded by prof's coaches and daddy's boys who wouldn't stop bragging about their possessions for a moment.

She adjusted her jacket and grabbed the bag containing all the necessary books, grabbed the house keys on the fly and locked the door behind her, not before nodding in the direction of the elderly neighbor who came out with her adorable little wagging dog every morning at that hour.The little Maltese barked in her direction and with a smile walked over to the couple, stroking the soft coat of the dog who, excited, hoisted himself up on two paws, accompanying her caresses with his head. Y/N burst out laughing at that warm expression of appreciation, could it be that only a dog was able to accept it without judgment?

"Do you go to school, Y/N?" asked the lady with a smile.

The girl nodded, "That's right, Mrs. Choi...I have a test today, I hope everything goes well."

"Oh, take it easy, my dear. I really feel that something new will happen for you today," the elderly woman's smile widened and Y/N was interjected.

She was no stranger to the strange outings of the woman, who very often seemed absent-minded and pensive, but a strange chill caught her. She tried to dilute the air with a giggle, "I hope it's also something good," she joked lightly, the woman rippled her lips.

"It depends on your point of view," she shrugged.

Y/N's smile faded away, not wanting to inquire further she decided it was getting quite late and waved a little awkwardly to her wacky neighbor, giving one last caress to the little dog, who continued to bark in her direction, trying to call her back.

"Come on, Y/N...you can get through this day too without too many hiccups," she said to herself, trying to mentally build up her courage. She arrived at the university with a lump in her throat, aware that once she entered the classroom she would see the haughty faces of her classmates again.

She was an outcast and the only classmate with whom she had come to form a decent bond of friendship had to change her address because that faculty was not suitable for her. But to say that she had simply grown tired of being bullied was perhaps easier.

She took a deep breath and entered the classroom, as she presaged, smiles filled with mockery accompanied her all the way to her seat, she took out the appropriate book for that hour of class and ignored everyone, no one however lent her a further glance, the arrival of the teacher had nipped in the bud any attempt at mockery.

Taking a test at the first hour was never easy for anyone, but the girl more than gladly accepted that chance to escape her foolish classmates.

She carried out the task in complete silence, interrupted only briefly by a few balls of paper and notes, some asking her to have her copied, others admonishing her not to sully their own air with her presence. Y/N swallowed, such doggedness seen from an outside eye might have seemed surreal, but to her it was normalcy.

They bothered her just for the sake of it, because she was the one without money, she was the unfashionable girl, she lived in a miserable apartment in a miserable neighborhood, she was everything they were not.

"Psst... Psst, little one!"

Y/N initially ignored that low whisper, but at yet another ball thrown at her head, she turned away in annoyance.

This was Kang Yoozu, one of the boys who worked hardest to make her school life a living hell; he seemed to take pleasure in constant torture and Y/N was often one of his favorite victims.

"What the hell do you want?!" she growled, impatient. He shrugged, "I just wanted to ask you if you were free later."

Y/N frowned, what was that jerk saying?

"Why would you care, Yoozu?" she asked, strangled.

A wicked smile spread across the classmate's face, "Your parents are street food vendors, right? How much can they possibly make per month?"

Y/N found herself gritting her teeth, ignoring the amused exclamations of the others; the professor seemed to have disappeared into thin air, which frustrated the girl even more.

"I don't know what you're getting at, but I suggest you shut your mouth," she said harshly and Yoozu's eyes narrowed.

"I'm just wondering how they were keep you, don't you think it's incumbent on them to lighten their load and earn money in other ways?"

The young woman blanched at the outrageous statement-what the fuck was she implying?! "And let's hear it-what would those ways be?" she rose from her chair under everyone's gaze.

Yoozu looked around with feigned interest, then elbowed his seatmate, chuckling.

"Well, I have a lot of money, a fuck or two wouldn't hurt, don't you think? You would earn honestly on your own strength," the whole class erupted in convulsive laughter, Y/N felt humiliated. She had endured much from them, had swallowed a myriad of bitter morsels, but no, that one would not let her get away with it.

In a very brief instant she found herself facing the smug boy who stared at her with satisfaction, and soon the scarlet shape of five perfectly outlined fingers was stamped on the candid face of that being, a being who for two years had made it unbearable for her to study for a better future. The noise was a dull pop and everyone fell silent.

Yoozu's eyes turned icy, and soon he jerked up from his chair, flipping it behind him.

"You dared too much, beggar" he made to approach threateningly, no one would intervene, she knew, but fortunately the professor's voice stopped whatever was about to happen.

"What the heck is going on in this class? Y/N! Yoozu! Go back to your seats immediately before I suspend your test."

The man's threatening voice made the boy take a step back, Y/N went back to her seat, but she felt the threatening gaze of her companion behind her the rest of the time, until the end of the hour sounded and everyone got up to leave their verifications on the professor's desk, who collected all the papers and added something to the register, which Y/N guessed was about her and Yoozu. A sick feeling invaded her stomach, she did not want her average to drop because of a bastard like Kang Yoozu, he had practically invited her to prostitute herself. With him.

Disgusted she took the art sketchbook from her bag, a small smile was born on her lips.

Classes with Professor Jeon always gave her a chance to get through the day in a slightly more uplifted mood.

He was a young boy ready to put himself on the front lines to help his students, older than her by five years, he had found a place in the university where he had studied because all the school staff thought he was deserving of getting a professorship there. And, Y/N admitted at least to herself, he was handsome as well as kind and helpful. She felt her heartbeat increase when her favorite professor made his entrance into the classroom, greeting all his pupils with a bright smile, exchanged a few words with the older professor who gave way to him, and during that conversation the girl clearly heard the excited murmurs of her classmates. They did not think much about it, giving vent to their shamelessly enamored sighs.

Y/N merely shrugged her shoulders as the young professor took a seat behind the desk and gave everyone a jovial look.

"Good morning, guys" he said quietly, a chorus of "good morning" and "hello" rose from the desks.

Y/N watched spellbound as the corner of his lips slightly lifted in a satisfied smile of the man, her professor's long hair that day was tied in a ponytail that the girl found damn adorable, which contrasted with the tattoos that decorated the entire arm left uncovered by the pulled-up shirt sleeve, the man crossed his arms and his biceps swelled in a hypnotic movement that caught the girl unprepared, she felt her body set on fire and with shame removed her gaze.

What she did not know was that Jungkook was also watching her. He never let her out of his sight, in truth.

From the first time he had caught her rushing into the classroom, wet as a tender chick, Jungkook could not help but feel a strange flutter every time he laid eyes on his pupil. Their eyes had met for the first time that day, a rush had gone through him from side to side, thunderstruck by that little figure who had bowed in apology over and over again.

And it was wrong, he should never have taken an interest in one of his students like that, but he was a man, a man with secret feelings and appetites, and everything about Y/N screamed timidity and fragility.

He wanted to protect her, wanted to take her away, wanted to make her his.

He knew about the way her classmates treated her, his colleagues sometimes talked about it during lunch breaks, this was terrible for him, it hurt him to even imagine the way the girl felt, he would have protected her if it was possible, but each time the bullying happened in his absence, and as a professor he could do nothing if Y/N herself did not ask for help. He could not punish the perpetrators without catching them in the act. The young man sighed, before lowering his eyes to the register, frowning at what he found written there.

"Park Y/N and Kang Yoozu were found standing during testing time, they looked like they were about to start a fight, I intervened in time to put them in their place."

Jungkook gritted his teeth as he read his student's name next to Y/N's.

The girl was too quiet a person to provoke a quarrel, his dark irises stopped on Yoozu, who was giggling along with his partner as his scribbled something in sketchbook.

Y/N, on the other hand, waited quietly and composedly for her class to begin, and that told Jungkook a lot about the dynamics of the strange event described by his colleague.

He rose from his chair clearing his throat, all eyes were soon on him.

He sensed the mischievous glances of the girls in his direction, he knew he was very much desired, after all he was the only young professor in the institution, but he did not let those attentions buy him, the only gaze he wanted on himself was that of the same girl who was anxiously crushing her fingers.

He leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms again, and in Y/N's gaze he read something very much like... desire? He looked at her, biting his lips for a thousandth of a second, clenching the tender flesh between his teeth, but that minimal amount of time was enough for the girl to widen her eyes and lower them immediately afterward, her cheeks flushed. Jungkook felt himself tightening in his pants, thinking that he was so adorable that he wanted to fuck her right then, in front of everyone.

He would have gladly made her cry as his cock penetrated her deeply.

"Guys, today I'm not going to talk to you about history and artists," he began, his voice crystal clear and smooth, "But about a subject that, unfortunately, will never stop being talked about," he paused behind Yoozu's desk.

He observed the lines drawn by the boy on the once-clean page, Yoozu made to cover his scrawl, but Jungkook was quick to catch him, "Let me see a bit, Kang," he said, before taking a better look at that jumble of shapeless lines, which took on the appearance of a naked girl with a tear-streaked face, there was a uniform at the corner of the paper and a bag, which Jungkook immediately recognized, raised an eyebrow in the boy's direction and returned the object to him, not without first tearing up the page, "Drawing your companions without clothes is not what I asked you to do, Yoozu.

Employ my hour to draw something in good taste, instead of indulging in such disgusting antics," the man scolded him harshly. The student bowed his head, humiliated, apologetically, and his deskmate turned away, as if to put some distance between himself and his friend, which the teacher laughed at internally. It was precisely people like Yoozu who had no friends.

Jungkook finally turned around and walked in Y/N's direction, stopped just behind her and lowered himself until he reached her ear, "Today's lesson is about bullying," he murmured, the girl felt her legs trembling under his low and sweet tone, she meekly nodded, writing on a vacant page the theme, then Jungkook raised his voice slightly, "I would like you all to draw a representation of bullying, also writing a small dedication to the kids who experience it firsthand."

When the young teacher turned away from her, Y/N resumed breathing normally.

Everyone caught the stinging reference, the girl gazed admiringly at Jungkook's strong shoulders, perfectly aligned in a proud posture that Y/N had no trouble finding attractive, clutched the pencil grip and set to work, unaware of the forbidden desire she aroused moment by moment in her teacher.

[ninelivesastrology]

Moon/Saturn aspects

The Last of Us Part 1 (2022), Naughty Dog

The Moon/Saturn person understands what loneliness is, even in a crowded room full of people. Saturn rules isolation and the Moon rules connection like two opposing forces—Incredibly so because the Moon rules Cancer, the sign of Saturn’s detriment and Saturn rules Capricorn; the sign of Moon’s detriment. Polarities drive this planetary relationship and to whom it belongs, they struggle to find balance.

It’s hard for the Moon/Saturn person to feel a sense of belonging in their own life and in others, to not feel shame for their existence. A Moon/Saturn person would tell you there is no meaning in life if there is no purpose to apply themselves to.

The sense of pressure, of being good enough, it colors everything in apathy, in shades of grey, but this drives perfectionism. But perfectionism is suffocating.

The Scream (1893), Edvard Munch

The Moon/Saturn person must learn to take up space and unlearn the habit of making themselves small. Saturn’s significations lie in restriction. But no one ever tells you that to deny and reject who it is that you are, to reject your very nature is to suffer, to not live a life at all.

There are so many phobias that drive the Moon/Saturn person’s behavior. The internal compass never points North without trembling in fear. The fear of regret, the fear of being hurt, the fear of being close reinforces the belief that nobody can hurt them if they are not vulnerable. Above all these fears, it is the fear of feeling.

Grief is a shadow behind the Moon/Saturn person, the idea of loss intertwined with responsibility, the idea of “what could’ve been” overshadows any amount of gain. 

Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1883 - 1885), Ilya Repin

The Moon/Saturn person is a puzzle of learned habits, ingrained so deep in the subconscious. The blame and shame game Moon/Saturn people play with themselves is an example, often as a result of the parent, the Moon being a natural ruler of the all mothers and Saturn being a natural ruler of fathers.

Our Lady of Sorrows, the Moon joys in the 3rd House, also named “the House of the Goddess”

The first time a Moon/Saturn person was told, “You are too sensitive,” they believed it and hardened their heart.

In trying to learn how to control their emotions, they suppressed them. Saturn chills and delays what it touches, resulting in emotional numbness or delayed emotional reactions.

Taurus is the nocturnal domicile of Venus where the Moon is crowned. Libra is the diurnal domicile of Venus where Saturn is crowned. Why is it in Venus’ signs that the Moon and Saturn experience empowerment? Because pleasure without guilt does not deserve punishment, from anybody or the self.

It’s not a crime to have our needs met, to acknowledge the humanity within ourselves and humanity in others. Moon/Saturn people hone in on the wrong “bigger than” situation. No superiority in not feeling. There is no shame in relating to others, in craving security or feeling insecure or lonely.

The internal belief of being “better off alone” originates from grieving people, places and things. Remember, even the word “belief” has “lie” inside of it.

It is a beautiful thing to feel anything at all in the face of grief. Even moreso, it is a gift to be able to let go of temporary feelings that overstay their welcome and cause harm. Intimacy is priceless.

[indras-curse]

Hi! I’ve been trying to look for someone to do this idea I had. So like Sakura and Naruto are in a trial relationship for a few months. Then on a date both say to each other “look we need to talk.”

Turns out they both gay (sasunaru and inosaku)

I love this

----

It was an "If we are not dating someone by the age of 25 we will just date each other"

Year after year being single opened up the possibility more and more, by the time Naruto's birthday was coming up, they were already planning their first date. Sakura was single as fuck and there was no chance Naruto would be able to get in someone in less than a week.

So, to end their perpetually single status, they started dating.

It was fun, not quite different, but fun. They started sharing a bit more skinship, meaning they would cuddle close under the same blanket, chill each on their own phone laying on the same bed.

It was a couple months already when they realized they hadn't had their first kiss yet.

It was awkward, to say the least. They had both kissed people before but they pecked on the lips, closed lips and not more than a couple seconds.

They didn't do that often.

Holding hands, waiting for each other, having dinner together, buying each other gifts, going out to clubs... All of that stuff they did before.

People were surprised to learn they were dating, they were acting around each other like normal.

"I'm sorry" Sakura starts one day, they were eating dinner in her house, takeout because they took shifts at the same time and nobody had the chance to prepare anything to eat.

"Hhng?" Naruto asked around a mouthful.

Sakura made a face. "You're actually making this easy"

Naruto swallowed and wiped his mouth. "Making what easy?"

"I think we should break up" Sakura blurted, to the point and without any prep. She felt bad about it but sometimes her solution to approaching difficult subjects was to bulldoze through them and just be blunt.

"I, uh... Why?" Naruto asked, seeming confused more than upset, so Sakura counted it as a win.

"I just- don't think we click, you know? I thought you and I would make a good couple because we've been friends forever and we like the same things overall. I put up with your foolishness-"

"Now that's just being mean"

"-and you put up with my bluntness and unladylike manners. But, I think attraction is just not there" Sakura sighed, defeated.

"That's okay" Naruto leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Is it bad I'm not too upset about it? Will we still be friends?"

"Of course will still be friends" Sakura smiled.

"Then I am okay with it. Not gonna lie, you are beautiful and funny, you're my best friend but I also don't see this going anywhere so it's good you ended it"

Sakura thought that had she been seeking reassurance that Naruto liked her this would have gone very wrong. She isn't neurotic enough to be upset about Naruto's lack of tact in a hypothetical situation, though.

Weeks later while having lunch with their friends, Sakura catches Naruto staring at Sasuke.

The three of them had been friends a while ago but Sasuke left their friend group for another one and while their relationship was overall amicable, they weren't exactly on speaking terms.

At least he and Sakura weren't.

Sasuke was a notoriously quiet guy, but he always took the time to tease and rile up Naruto. Not only that, but when Naruto was really troubled, Sasuke also made time to be there for him.

"Close your mouth, flies are going to come in" Sakura teased nonchalantly.

Naruto snapped his head to her, face red.

"I do not have my mouth open!"

"Like a dog staring at a snack he really wants" Sakura nodded.

"Shut up, that's not true!"

"You look at Sasuke like he hung the Moon and the stars. You're a goner"

"No way! I am looking at him just the same way you stare at Ino, just- just friends noticing another friend in a crowd"

"God" Shikamaru groaned. "You two are idiots"

Neither Naruto nor Sakura would later confess how embarrassingly long it took them to realize.

[supurman]

would clark let his friends take krypto on walks. can they give him treats. i need krypto headcanons.

krypto ! superman's devoted protector and companion since birth. you better steer clear of a body guard that meant to protect the man of steel himself. here are some answers and head canons for you !

would clark let his friends take krypto on walks ?

yes, absolutely ! but ONLY to trusted individuals who have the confidence to handle him and additionally know he is a super dog. this pooch is super, and above that he is a trained protection dog. so they should know what to expect. he has been trained to discern scenarios and if he sees fit, he will bite once certain boundaries are stepped over by belligerent strangers. but he is not a vicious dog, just a protector. if a friend knows the dog's behavior, he is safe in anyone's hands to go on a walk. oh, and of course clark will give the fair warnings of walking krypto... if he seems like he is going to chase something by god let go of that darn leash. he will drag you like santa's sleigh. but, by all means he is a well trained walker as long as you don't throw a frisbee for him to catch...

can they give him treats ?

of course ! krypto is a dog at heart. he loves treats. he is a big fan of peanut butter flavor or pumpkin biscuits, or freeze dried meat treats. he will sit straight up vertically on his rear hoping for a treat. if he smells anything he likes in your pocket he will do ANYTHING to please. coming from an excellent working dog line krypto has a high food drive and will do whatever it takes for a treat.

wild card headcanons & facts !

krypto is actually more intelligent than your average dog. he seems to understand human sentences to a degree and commands that have a higher sentence structure than your average one worded command dogs are trained for. he is able to understand if you want him to do specific kinds from lasers from his eyes. on top of understanding complex commands, krypto also seems to understand how to adapt to scenarios and work out who is the bad guy by his own problem solving skills. or the fact that krypto knows to keep a secret identity as well. without the cape he is simply a white dog. with the cape he is krypto the super dog.

krypto is one of the pets that founded, yes founded, the league of superpets. true to form of his superman companion he fights crime with an honorable group consisting of many other superhero pets ! team mates include: titus ( batman's and damien's great dane ), bat cow ( batman's cow) , flexi the plastic bird and more...

krypto can howl so loud the entire world could hear if it puts that much power into it.

this pooch is massive. similar to clark being very large due to krypton’s evolution being ahead of humans + the different in geography and gravity of krypton he is a big boy. hes about the size of grey wolf. but next to clark he seems like the size of an large dog.

he is about 50 years old give or take. older than clark actually.

like most dogs he enjoys a good pet, laying in your lap despite his large size, and snoozing in YOUR bed.

you wont believe it but just like superman's fortress of solitude, krypto has a dog house of solitude. which is a dog on an asteroid in space. thats it. he just goes there to chill and thats about it.

the alien canine wasn't always this intuitive and well trained. at one point krypto needed a whole new rigorous bootcamp of training. back on krypton he was well trained in his job to be a meaningful and stable protection dog. but on earth krypto was liable for all sorts of damage with powers he didnt know how or when to use. on top of that, at one point krypto did become quite aggressive becoming quite hair trigger bitey dog with his new life on earth. for a while the dog lived in the fortress of solitude before clark trained his dog a new set of skills.

after fending off the powerful villain atlas allowing superman to get back on his feet krypto was dubbed the dog of tomorrow !

[thevoidstaredback]

Tonight's movie is gonna be Venom.

Mostly because I found something out about Eddie that I can guarantee I could've lived without, but what's done is done.

....I'm never gonna be able to watch any movie with Venom in it the same....

Apparently, Eddie is aroused by Venom.

I could've lived without that knowledge (I've never read the comics)

You all probably could've lived without that knowledge

Anyway, I'll be back to share my thoughts on the movie once I get it up and playing after dinner.

Space. The final frontier. These are the-

Wrong movie.

Spaceship crashed in East Malaysia.

At least it wasn't New York

Let's go inside it!

Venom's so dramatic! I love him.

He's like s husky.

The movie score only adds to this point.

Eddie's a mood.

"Meeting? Oh, shot, yeah. My meeting."

Eddie and Peter would get on like a house on fucking Fire.

Eddie would hate Tony, no matter the fact that he no longer makes weapons.

Oooooo! He snoopin'!

Kitty!🖤🖤

He snoopin'!

Eddie's gone off script. He's revealed info he's not supposed to be privy to.

Oops

There goes his job.

There goes his girl

Poor Annie.

Poor Eddie.

Subtle, Venom. Very subtle.

Eddie's sloched.

Homeless lady is absolutely awesome. What a deal she ran.

The store clerk is also a queen. She doesn't deserve the gun to the face.

Eddie's a good guy.

Poor Eddie. Can't even hear his own scream of frustration at his shitty neighbor.

Also, Drake is giving Supervillain vibes.

"No need to be frightened," my ass.

Starting human trials the minute a single animal trial is successful.

And now he's twisting the Christian Bible to suit his needs. Just like Christans

Poor Issac was not prepared to be possessed by a symbiote.

Ope, now he's dead.

Doris! She's cool.

Eddie won't even give her the time of day.

It's kinda funny. If we ignore the context of why she's approached Eddie.

I love Eddie.

Doris is having none of his shit.

It's funny.

Maria!🙀🙀😿

Hi Venom.

Eddie is suddenly a lot stronger than he remembers and is very confused.

He's also very thirsty and very hungry.

I wonder how much fun Tom Hardy had with this role.

Venom: "Eddie."

Eddie: "Wtf?!!"

Basically their first meeting: Venom: Oogily Boogily Bitch!!

I mistook the other symbiote as Venom. Forgive me. Either way, I maintain that Venom is a dramatic bitch.

Poor Eddie did not sign up for this.

Dan is chill.

Poor Venom does not like the MRI.

Poor Eddie.

I love Venom. He's a little murder puppy.

Don't do it, Doris! Don't trust him!

Damn it.

I told ya not to.

I know Eddie's from NYC, living in LA, but he's such a Midwesterner

Is being restrained to a wall, I foot in the air: "You have a brain tumor, Eddie."

I love him so much.

I also love his bike.

Look at Venom keeping Eddie alive!

Venom!!! Look who's come out to play!

Venom has no lips. Hos smile is literally all teeth

Also, him threatening Eddie to cooperate or die as if they don't become best friends (friends with benefits in the comics.....kinda) is based.

I'm literally Eddie, dude!! 🤣🤣

"Jump." doesn't jump. "Pussy."

Also, Eddie and Venom working in tandem after only knowing each other for two hours at most is amazing. I wish I had a friend like that.

DC reference!!

Venom is an anti hero.

I'm sending a pattern with some of my favorite characters. Deadpool, Red Hood, Venom.... they're all anti heros.

I love Venom and Eddie. They're besties already.

Drake just got a symbiote.

Venom doesn't like Dan. He likes Anne, though.

"What happened to 'we'?" "We're done."

Eddie, you sound like you just broke up with him.

Venom, do nOT-! And he's possessed the dog.

Smh.

Comic Book Eddie is a monster fucker!!🤣🤣

Drake, stfu.

Your symbiote said "I" before you corrected him to "We". You are expendable to him, Drake.

Anne as Venom!!

Venom made Anne and Eddie kiss!

.........I can see how similar comic and movie Eddie are.........whether on purpose or on accident.

"What made you change your mind?"

"You did, Eddie."

They are in love, your honor!

Or they could just be besties to the end. Either way, they have a great relationship and I love them.

Eddie!🙀

Venom, hurry and save him!!

Yay!!!!

I think he's angy...

You can't just save the world and peace out like that, Venom!! That's not how that works.

I can't wait for Along Came A Spider to come out.

Venom's playing wingman for Eddie. He's failing, but he's trying and it's based.

Stan Lee Cameo!!!

Eddie setting ground rules?

Venom following them?

Eddie allowing Venom to eat bad people?

Amazing.

"Bad guy?"

"Yep."

Venom threatening Bad Guy™ by calling him a turd and then eating him is so funny.

"We are Venom."

I love it.

[fruitviking]

Director's Cut request: please say more about your catlike Holmes in Reliable?

He looks about him. He does indeed have a good view from up here, but he still cannot see Watson. Where is he? Granted, Holmes bolted out of the house and into the gardens with barely a word of warning, but Watson is usually very good at keeping up with him. A cold trickle of fear starts to coalesce in the pit of his stomach. 

In a rather detached way, he realises he is beginning to panic. 

Stop it, stop it. You've done this sort of thing before. All you have to do is keep him talking, keep him focused on you.

"Truth be told, I don't mind if you stay up there all day, Mr Holmes," Redford is saying. Holmes blinks and tries to focus on the gardener's words instead of his own anxieties. "But seeing as nobody else knows where we are, it seems this has come down to just to two of us, don't you agree?""

Holmes freezes. He can hear people calling in the distance, but the gardener apparently cannot. "Indeed!" he declares, trying to sound confident. His voice has a slight tremor. 

"Either you come down and we settle this between the pair of us, or you stay up there, and I may try and find out where that doctor friend of yours has got to instead. Do you think you'd be able to find him before I do?"

He clenches his jaw in sudden outrage. A bead of sweat runs down the side of his face.

Redford is grinning up at him. Holmes curses himself for reacting so obviously to his provocations. "I'm surprised he's not here; he seems to follow in your footsteps wherever you go. I had a dog like that once. Wouldn't leave me alone. Of course, I did have to put him down eventually. Poor old thing couldn't keep up anymore."

Holmes, narrow-eyed, hisses an exhalation through his teeth. Anger and anxiety are battling for supremacy inside him. He's half a mind to leap out of the tree like a jungle cat and face Redford head on, pitchfork and all. "I would advise you," he says instead, excruciatingly slowly, "not to threaten Dr Watson. He can turn into quite the formidable foe when necessary."

"Thank you for the advice, Mr Holmes. I shan't threaten him, then - I suppose I can make it quick."

His right foot slips from its perch and he nearly loses his balance entirely. Anxiety is winning. Come on, man, don't lose your nerve now. Keep him on your scent. "I thought you were not looking to hurt anyone?" he chokes out. He feels like his throat is closing up; it's a struggle to speak, and he suspects he will very shortly lose the ability altogether. How poorly timed these episodes always are. 

He hopes he won't be required to call for help.

Thank you!

Ah, cat!Holmes, my beloved.

I am a firm believer that for all the times he's described as a "sleuth hound" or thereabouts, Holmes is a cat. The Anxious Cheetah to Watson’s Emotional Support Golden Retriever, if you will.

As a cat lover myself, I've known plenty of them which act aloof when they don't know you, but once you've established yourself as someone to trust they can chill alongside you without worrying. And with Holmes's expressions of affection - again, much like cats, it's easy to misunderstand them! He isn't ignoring Watson by sitting nearby in silence, he feels comfortable around him! He loves him!

'Reliable' was a fun one to write with this idea in mind! Holmes determined to keep the villain’s attention on him results in the classic cat behaviour of climbing somewhere high and not being entirely sure how to get down again 😅 and he even hisses at Redford when Watson is threatened!

Such a cat. Honestly.

[inappropriate-aunt]

Hello everyone. Bit of a sad life update incoming. Could be very triggering to animal lovers and anyone dealing with grief so please don't feel like you have to read this. I understand completely. I just need to share. This isn't normally the kind of thing I would be able to read let alone write.

We adopted my dog Edward about 4 and a half years ago. Vet estimates placed his age around 3, 4, maybe 5. He was a strong boy. Lover of the simple, slow things in life. Laying in the grass listening to birds. Sleeping on the couch. Cuddling with his humans. Getting scratched behind the ears and pet vigorously. Eating his dental treat every night. Going for walks. He was so calm. He calmed down everyone around him. If you were sad or anxious, he could tell. He would come over to you and nuzzle your hand. He would paw at you until you snapped out of it and pet him. He would sit on you and you'd feel grounded and safe. He was undeniably clever. He was a special dog. I've never met another dog like him. So chill, so respectful, so good. We barely had to do any training. He was a perfect gentleman.

A few weeks ago, he got sick. He started coughing and being less interested in his food. It was subtle, but then he refused his favorite treat, so two days before Christmas we took him to the vet to get help. They put him on antibiotics, which we gave to him for two weeks, mixed into wet food. It seemed to help. He was eating again, playing, getting better.

We finished the antibiotics and he seemed okay. Needed to gain some weight but that's nothing a little peanut butter and other tasty treats couldn't fix. He had previously been considered a few pounds overweight at a vet visit, so I wasn't too worried. He was on the fast track back to health.

One week ago he stopped eating his food again. We took him back to the vet and they said they thought he had lymphoma. We had to wait three days for the cytology report. He snapped at them when they took the sample. He had never done that before. He loved the vet. He loved people. He never growled at anyone. He was always an absolute angel with strangers. He would bark at bikes, but never maliciously. He once rammed himself into someone on a bike and was absolutely thrilled that he stopped her and got her to pet him. The vet warned us that behavior changes could mean the cancer had spread to his brain already. They said this type can be treated with chemo, but that it comes on fast. They didn't offer any other possible diagnosis. Just cancer. They gave us pain meds and appetite stimulants, and sedatives for his next appointment.

Over the next few days his condition got worse. He lost coordination. He was stumbling around and bumping into things. Getting himself stuck in small places. He was having accidents in the house. He ate some wet food, then eventually rejected that too. We called the vet again. They suggested all kinds of food and gave us some to try. I got him to lick ice cream and peanut butter and pureed chicken off a spoon. It was slow going, but he would eat and I thought, maybe we have a chance to fight this thing. He got worse. He fell down the steps. We took him to the ER vet. They agreed it was likely cancer. There was no oncologist on staff that day, he would be back in Monday. The test result came back the next day, confirming lymphoma.

I just had to get him through the weekend so he could see the oncologist. But by Sunday he wouldn't take as much food. Sunday night he started tremoring. He was getting himself hurt just pacing. He had a hard time settling down. A few times throughout the weekend I got him to sleep with me. I wasn't sleeping much without him. We got naps here and there. I kept a constant eye on him. I fed him whenever he would take it. I wiped the goop out of his eyes. We blocked off places where he was getting stuck. I set up his crate again so he had a place where we could put him safely to rest. He tried sleeping in bed with us but he couldn't get comfortable. He wet the bed, he jumped out of it, he paced. Sunday night he began howling in pain. Even with the pain medicine in him. All I could do was pet him and tell him I was there.

Monday morning he had a seizure. We went back to the ER vet. He had two more seizures while being examined. He'd lost more weight. They explained it meant that the cancer was in his nervous system. It got to his brain. They told us we had to consider euthanasia. That we could try steroids but it wouldn't improve his quality of life. That the chemotherapy wouldn't work on cancer that had spread this far.

You guys, I know I don't actually know how old he was but he was too young for this. I only had him for a few years! He was my family, my boy. We were supposed to have more time. It happened so fast.

I would have given anything to save him. I was prepared to spend all our money, go into debt, do any kind of degrading thing to afford treatments. I wasn't even given the chance. I screamed. I cried.

All I ever wanted was for him to be healthy and live a long life with me. When he came into my life I knew he was meant to be there, with us, in our home that he loved. With people who loved him, and he loved us. I saw the love in his amber eyes every day. I did everything for him. I bought all this stuff for him. I tolerated work, and life, and everything horrible in the world because it meant I could buy more nice things for him, and spend time with him. He made the world a better place.

If the chemo had been able to help, I would have spent thousands on it. Even to just have one more week where he felt better. Felt like himself. The cancer took everything from him. Everything he loved. Eating, going for walks, sitting outside, cuddling for hours, sleeping- he didn't want much! He just wanted those things. Those simple pleasures. He couldn't do any of them.

I know we made the right decision, but I fucking hate it. I can't stop thinking about him. I remember how he smelled, how soft his fur was, how his tongue felt when he licked me. Never too many licks, just enough to let you know he cared.

I miss him so so much. I want to hold him again. I want him to lay his head on me because he sees that I'm crying. I want him to ask to go outside. I want him to paw me and accidentally leave a bruise. I want him back. I love him so much. He was my best friend. It hurts so so much. It's three am. I slept a little but I had to get out of bed. I don't want to wake my husband up with my crying. He would understand, but still, I want him to get sleep.

I can't believe I have to face the world without Edward in it. He deserved so much more.

I'm going to try to put as much love out into the world as he did. One day I know we will adopt another dog, and love them too. Because even though this hurts so much, I won't let it harden my heart. There are others out there who need me. Dogs and people. I'm still here. I can still help. I can be the good in the world that was taken from me. But I will always miss him. And I will always, always love him.

[char-petsitter]

WAYS TO ALLEVIATE & PREVENT SEPARATION ANXIETY

Your pet is crying when you’re about to leave the house. It breaks your heart, but you need to be able to leave without this being a mini traumatic experience for your fur baby every single time.

My guess would be the rate of separation stress has increased since more people went out and bought a pet during the 2020ish years (don’t make me say the C-word). So as more people are home more often and transitioned to work from home jobs, and back into the world again, this may have thrown off your pet.

Some people aren’t aware their pet is whining and crying when they are away, but their neighbors sure do. Oof. And some people are keenly aware and simply don’t know what to do. Others have tried a few things, but it still is a HUGE prevailing issue. 

So, imagine every time you leave the house this being a smooth experience. Your pet is relaxed and you get to step away guilt free. How does that sound? Most of this advice is for dogs, but some of these tips can be applied to other pets (like cats for example) as well. 

Here’s some excellent ways to alleviate and prevent your pets separation stress:

Regardless of your pet’s age, do daily enrichment activities. Hide treats (or catnip) for your pet to find. Give them something mentally stimulating to focus on and notice how they thrive. There are lots of toys, lickmats, etc available you can buy or even some you can easily make yourself!

Take your pet for a walk and let them get some good sniffs to their heart’s content. Or a fun play session.  Snuggle session. Something they love!

Pet CBD - Make sure it’s a high quality brand: 3rd party lab results, Organic USA grown, etc. Shop here for my favorite brand For best results use daily. It’s just like any supplement, when the bottle runs out, buy another. Give it at least 90 days of consistent use before expecting significant results (however, most pets notice positive benefits within first dose). Be patient with dosing, as it can take time to find the sweet spot with what amount is best for your pet.

Avoid making a big deal when you separate from your pet. For example don’t give them a hundred hugs and kisses goodbye and hello. Just be chill. Even though it may be tempting, this can create anxiety for your pet having heightened awareness and fear around your leaving them. Treat it like its a normal thing and they will pick up on your vibe. 

Don’t do the same thing every single time you arrive/depart. Your pet will begin to have a Pavlov response and begin to associate the “thing” with the “bad separation = oh no.” Even if it's the same positive thing like the same type of treat. They will start thinking, “Oh no when I get this treat, it’s just to trick me and now I can't really even enjoy this treat anymore. Sure, I’m not above eating it, but I know what’s about to happen next.” Or "oh no not this same music again." Or "oh no, not this same movie ugh!!" :( Keep things different sometimes, it’ll keep em guessing. 

If this was helpful, please share with a friend who you think would appreciate it. If you have any questions or topics you’d like me to cover in the future, please send an email to char.petsitter@gmail.com and I will see what I can do! 

Cheers! ~Char the petsitter

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

Gundam: The Witch Witch from Mercury Episode 9 Review

- I’m sorry Shaddiq, you struck out, and you struck out hard. I was right in my assessment that he loved her, but unfortunately he was never honest. If he had trusted Miorine and treated her like an equal, he may have been able to win her heart, but he didn’t. He wants everyone to act on his own terms, so he can be safe and secure in his outcome, but real people don’t work that way. They have their own thoughts and feelings, ones that could come into opposition with his own. However he refused to acknowledge this, unlike Suletta who’s a very open minded person. Suletta gave Miorine support but never coddled her, but Shaddiq only knows how to coddle. That’s why he’ll never be able to come into the greenhouse and why Miorine cut off the green tomato. Their love was unripened and will never come to fruition

- The battle this episode truly showed the definition of a team battle. Shaddiq just used his harem as attack dogs, leaving them to clean up while he takes all the glory of defeating the commander. But Earth House instead works together even after they were torn apart. Each one of them was broken and struggling but they came together to protect Suletta. That’s why she refers to them as “everyone” similarly to her GUND Bits. Earth House is now her family.

- But let’s stop stalling and talk about the elephant, or Aerial, in the room. This episode proves that not only can Aerial communicate with Suletta, there’s more than one being inside it. When I brought up the twelve Eri theory, it was mostly as a joke, but this episode pushes it pretty a bit. The scene where Suletta is talking to the robot while Miorine is confused was pretty terrifying. Hell, even one of Shaddiq’s harem called her a monster for her 360 vision attacks. I hope people start to really question what the fuck is up with this robot, cause so far it seems like the Purple Guy got transported into this universe

- Now let’s talk about the three MVP’s this episode, Chuchu, Till, and Lilique. Chuchu put up the best fight out of the Earth House kids and landed the finishing blow on Shaddiq. I wasn’t sure how good she would do in a sniper suit, but I think it helps reign in some of her more reckless tendencies. Maybe her new suit could be a sniper and up-front melee combination. Till came in super clutch as the one to reassemble the entire squad back together and get Shaddiq. He realized the mistake the harem girls had made in not finishing off the robots and used that to his advantage. Hell, even though he’s a mechanic he did pretty well in the suit. However Lilique once again shows just how perfect she is. Not just a management queen, but a decently talented pilot as well. Also the reveal that she turned down one of Renee’s backup simps boyfriends was hilarious. She has a body type pretty unique in anime but she’s also seen to be very attractive.

- The harem girls got a bit of spotlight this episode, but nothing too important. Renee’s pretty cute, but Felsi is still the best tussle brown haired girl. Sabina has her own lesbian fan club which makes so much sense it’s not even funny. And Henao is flexible as fuck

- Lauda went full psycho this episode, unnerving both Secilia and Rouji who just want to chill. He’s got a serious brother complex, and I’d like to know the backstory between them. He’ll definitely be a villain trying to “save” his big brother from the evil Mercurian witch’s grasp, without realizing Guel’s happier this way. Maybe we’ll get the Guel vs Lauda fight I predicted and a touching reunion between brothers, or most likely Lauda will let revenge cloud over his mind and die for it, possibly by Guel’s hand. I’m emotional either way. Also would be interested in seeing more of his relationship with Secilia since the series seems to be pushing the two sort of as rivals

- Once again, it’s Guel loving hours with me as your host. The moment I saw Suletta in the woods, I knew what was happening but god damn did I love it anyways. Guel calling her “country bumpkin” will always be adorable and I can see it transforming into a fond nickname. Though I was sad Guel didn’t participate in the battle, I think it makes better narrative sense to have Earth House alone work together. But even without a big battle scene, Guel still fucked with my emotions with the talk between him and Suletta. The moment the lights came on was gorgeous, and hopefully indicates that Guel will finally move on from his puppet life. Also once again the show makes the connection between Guel and his father and Suletta and her mother. I think he’ll be the one to support her when she learns the truth about her mother. But his asshole father fucks everything up by stealing away our Guel Camp and getting him unenrolled. Next episode better be him joining Earth House to get away from that shit or else I’m gonna scream. I know I’ve been saying it in every single review but GOD DAMN IT GUEL JUST JOIN!

- Prospera showing some actual emotion this episode with that tear. Her team, her professor, her husband, they were all stolen from her. She‘a been planning this revenge for over 20 years and now she knows nothing can get in her way. Nothing can stop Suletta and Aerial. Now she can put her true plan into motion.

- also finally, Suletta fucking emoted on his ass. If this was to mid 2000’s, you bet she woulda teabagged him

[creganofhousestark]

Family Reunions and Succession: House Targaryen and House Stark

It’s bizarre how asoiaf fandom in general is convinced that Daenerys and Young Griff (claiming to be aegon vi) would partake in this dance of the dragons part 2 while the Stark children will throw themselves into a puppy pile. Have we read the same books? Let’s just take the written book content into account and evaluate the situation here (I don’t care for the fandom opinions with zero canonical basis). Dany is practically starved for a family and would absolutely, without a doubt, embrace young griff as her nephew at the slightest bit of proof of his identity being real. The conflict is clearly against Cersei and/or Euron and the bells thing is tied with JonCon (Battle of Bells, hello?) Just because D&D fucked up doesn’t mean GRRM will too. Young Griff’s claim without a dragon is dubious at best and not to mention how Rhaegar and his line were disinherited by Aerys II, making Viserys and later Dany his heir. He’s courting a marriage with Dany since that’s the only way his claim will be valid, whether he’s Rhaegar’s son or a Blackfyre pretender. The idea of them battling it out is quite hilarious.

Starks, on the other hand. Oh the immaculate set up for a proper conflict there. Chef’s kiss.

Rickon: ��Smuggle me back my liege lord” with an emphasis on the direwolf being at his side. It’s a must. That’s the Stark member identification card at this point of the story. And Manderly’s onto something here. A trueborn able bodied Stark lord he could play regent to for at least a decade? That’s some politicking there, Northern Stylez. House Manderly would be the top dogs in the North if that were to happen. Good luck thinking Manderly and co. Won’t push for Rickon as the Lord of Winterfell after Boltons are smashed to smithereens.

Bran: Robb’s heir and the rightful lord of Winterfell. The only one among the present Starks who actually ruled the North, who was good at it and wants it. The one with the most association with Winterfell and the Old Gods etc. He’d have to contend with the ableist lords but no one could deny the fact that Winterfell, and the North are lawfully his.

Arya: “Valiant Ned’s precious little girl”. The reason why there’s a Grand Northern Conspiracy afoot in the first place. “ I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned's little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks” gang won’t be sitting back chilling out. They’re not risking their lives and marching on for nothing. Given Arya’s ties to the Riverlands and the BwB and Nymeria’s pack (Grrm’s chekhov gun) her position as a contender is pretty solid.

Sansa: Disinherited, legally a Lannister on the run from the Crown, posing as Petyr Baelish’s bastard daughter and no direwolf indentity card to prove the Northerners that she’s who she is. Still, Littlefinger’s in a pretty powerful place and he’s definitely going to give them a tough time. He most definitely will push for Sansa as a claimant.

Jon: the legitimized Bastard of House Stark. He’s, as per the king’s law, Jon Stark, Heir to King Robb Stark. Jon is ambitious and had always wanted winterfell, who has a pretty solid king foreshadowing to boot. Galbart Glover and Maege Mormont with Robb’s Will in hand will definitely be pushing for Jon as their liege. Northerners are hella loyal to Ned and Robb as we’ve seen till now and it’s not a stretch to theorize they will absolutely want to see the Will followed through. That’s how feudalism works and they aren’t lannisters for shit to come crumbling down, Eddard and Robb’s legacies are quite firmly established.

If anyone’s getting a Disney style family reunion, it’s Dany and Aegon. Starks are on the cusp of a civil war and if you want to ignore the story as it is, that’s fantastic. Just don’t try to convince people your alternate version of the story is a valid and credible literary analysis. It’s a honestly a tad embarrassing.

[sirowsky]

Part 12 - We're Not Okay

Pero Tovar and Female Reader (nicknamed Bee) Modern AU

You're all struggling with the knowledge that something bad is gonna happen, trying to prepare as best you can. But of course, nothing ever goes according to plan.

Creator chooses not to use Warnings! This is 18+ONLY! I’m happy to elaborate on what to expect from this part via DM.

And I'm sorry again for the delay, my head's been in a Din kinda mood lately. But I'm coming back to this with a vengeance, so if you're squeamish about blood and stuff, you should steer clear.

Word Count: 5961 Masterlist(this story) Author’s Masterlist

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   When Abby had come to that day, it was the happiest you’d been for what seemed like a long time. Her left lung had been badly damaged and would never be able to function as well as it had before, but she wasn’t at all concerned by that.    You’d hugged her carefully but for a long time, crying with relief and repeatedly thanking Pero for saving her life, and when she’d stopped crying herself, Abby had asked exactly what had happened.

   You’d told her what you knew from your perspective, leaving Pero to explain as much as he’d felt comfortable with concerning his involvement, and you’d both been quite surprised when she hadn’t even flinched at hearing him describe what he’d done to her attacker.    Together, the three of you had sat there in the living room, sharing your experiences and airing out all the questions and worries that had plagued you all ever since things had gone sideways.    And afterwards, you’d felt such a peacefulness.    But you should’ve known that it wouldn’t last.

   Days passed without a word from Jones, making all of you more and more tense, because you knew that bad things were coming, and you were just waiting for shit to hit the fan.    You all tried to keep each other’s spirits up, and there was plenty to be happy and excited about, but the dark cloud that loomed over you all managed to infect everything with a touch of fear.

   Pero told you that even this was a tactic, making all of you nervous and interfering with your sleep so that you’d be good and anxious by the time they decided to strike, and as much as you tried not to let yourself fall into that trap, you still did. Piece by piece, the stress ate away at you, and there didn’t seem to be any way to stop it.

   Because how were you supposed to sleep soundly when you knew that the house could be attacked at any moment, by people so skilled at their craft that they could kill people in a crowded street without being noticed?    He was oddly calm, though. But then, this was the life he’d lived for a long time before William had left, and that time had been as safe and cared for as he’d ever felt before he met you.    Still, it was boggling your mind that anyone could consider something like this ‘normal’.

   “Is he always so… controlled? Under stress, I mean.” Abby asked one evening.

   The two of you were sitting at the dinner table, having tea and looking at the pouring rain outside the windows, while Pero and Dean had gone out to bring the horses inside for the night. They normally slept outside, but the rain was icy cold with the looming winter chill, and you’d all decided that no one would go out alone, which was why both men had gone.    Two of the dogs were outside with them, and the other two were in the kitchen with you, while Groot was leaning against your legs under the table.

   “Pretty much,” you replied, “He’s not as detached or insensitive as he looks, but he’s very good at keeping himself sharp and prepared, even when his emotions are flaring.    Pete was… an extreme situation.”

   “Because of you.” she stated, but there was a question hiding in there too.

   “Yeah. In that fight, he was more animal than man.” you said, still struggling to put words to what you’d seen that day.

   “And you’re worried that he’s gonna get like that again?”

   “Honestly… I’m mostly worried that something’s gonna happen to me, which I know sounds kinda self-absorbed, but I mean because of what he might do if he lost me.    I’m not sure that he’d be able to stay human at all.” you confessed.

   “He’s not gonna let anything happen to you, babes.” she cooed.

   “It’s not gonna be that simple this time,” you countered, meeting her eyes and feeling your own fears creep into the words. “These guys are as well trained as he is, he’s not gonna be able to outsmart them, or have any advantage against them in a fight. Pete was a fly on a wall compared to the Falcons, Abs.”

   “Then why is he still calm?” she challenged. “If he was truly afraid that he can’t protect you, then why is he okay with leaving your side at all?”

   That was a good point. And it made you wonder if he had a plan of some sort that he wasn’t sharing with you. Some way of tipping the odds in his favour.    You didn’t think so, but just the idea gave you chills, and you gripped your mug a little tighter.

   “I don’t really wanna think about that.” you whispered.

   “Okay, then here’s a completely different question: have you guys talked yet? I mean, have you had the talk?”

   You knew what she meant by that. The future talk. The ‘where do you see us in ten years’ talk, the one where you decided if your interest, dreams, feelings and wants aligned.    Joking about proposals wasn’t exactly a good way to judge whether you actually wanted the same things in life, and while you were prepared to both kill and die for the man, you didn’t really know much about what he wanted.

   Obviously, you knew that he absolutely saw you in his future, but life was more than that. Life was where to live and work, what company to keep, what interest to pursue, whether or not to build a family and all the complications that that entailed.    And you had no idea what he thought about those things.

   “No. There hasn’t really been space for that.” you said after a minute, still whispering for some reason.

   “Okay, just checking. Cause I know that I was all freaked out about him before, but obviously I’m no longer scared of his deadlier sides, now that I’ve been on the other side of that fence. But I’m still kinda reeling over how fast you two have become inseparable.” she said, and there was earnest curiosity in her voice.

   “It’s really not complicated, I just love him.” you said with a shrug.

   “All the more reason-…”

   “To have the talk, I know,” you interrupted her. “We will, but we have slightly more concerning matters to focus on right now.”

   “Not that that’s stopped you from engaging in carnal distractions every chance you get.”

   She deliberately waited until you’d lifted the mug to your lips before she said that, making you splutter tea everywhere.

   “Abby!”

   “It’s not like I’ve eavesdropped, or anything, you’re just not exactly discreet about it.” she said.

   And with her voice now equal parts mirth and irritation, you were reminded of the conversation you’d had with her in the woods behind your house that day when she first met Pero, concerning her lack of a porn-collection. It made you snort at her.

   “I’m barely even aware of anything else when I’m with him, so I wouldn’t know.” you huffed back, and she coughed a little laugh.

   “Well, good for you.”

   She was smiling, but you wondered if it was as genuine as it appeared.

   “Hey… I know it hasn’t been possible because of your injuries and being in the hospital and all but, how are you coping with the lack of carnal pleasures?” you asked, letting the playfulness fade away.

   “You know, trapped in the hospital, even when I was getting better it never really occurred to me. It wasn’t until I was leaving and saw this cute guy at the information desk that I felt the craving, and obviously I couldn’t do anything about that because I knew that something was up with Kate.    And now, I’m just happy to be safe. I don’t even feel that itch.    Guess Pete cured me of that…” she finished with a kind of sad smile, and you sighed.

   “Not to be the downer, but there’s no cure for addiction, Abs.”

   “Not to counter, but even if my lung could cope with that kind of strain right now, I don’t think I’d want to.” she said, with a familiar little crease of confusion appearing on her forehead.

   “Well then, there’s hope for you yet, darling.” you said with an exaggerated flare, just to draw another laugh from her, which worked.

   “Time will tell, I suppose.”

   “And you’re really okay with knowing what Pero did to him?” you asked, probably for the fifth time.

   “Are you kidding?!” she all but erupted, as her emotions flared. “I wish I’d been the one to do it, I’d have gutted him too. Fucking prick and waste of space asswipe motherfucker.”

   As odd as it might sound, that made you laugh, just because of the petulance in her frame as she delivered that highly improvised tirade of insults.    You were short on laughs recently, and with the tension having been so high for so long now, every opportunity to smile was a welcome reprieve.

   “I know I’ve said it too many times already, but I’m so happy to have you back, Abby. I’ve missed you.”

   “Same to you, boo. Now, tell me: what are you gonna do about the studio?” she inquired, stopping your thoughts dead in their tracks.

   You scowled at her, scrunching your nose and turning your face to the side, indicating your displeasure with the topic, but she wasn’t letting it go.

   “You know you can’t keep avoiding it, it’s literally your future.” she pressed.

   “I know that, I just…” you tried, but these were difficult thoughts that you’d kept well away from coming into any sharper focus, let alone tried to put into words.

   You sighed heavily and rested your elbows on the table, staring out at the rain as if hoping that it could wash all your troubles away.

   “I have the strength and resilience to rebuild it, if I put my mind to it, but I just don’t know if that would make any difference now.” you finally gave her, but your voice was stocking up.

   Your eyes drifted down to your splinted left hand, tracing the lengths of the still swollen and slightly crooked fingers, and tears started building with the onslaught of hurt that the sight of it always caused you, but which you always held back.

   “Fingers aren’t like other limbs, Abby. Once they’ve been broken, they rarely ever return to the same exact functionality and precision. I might never be able to draw that well again, so how can I start planning anything at this point? What am I supposed to do if it turns out I can’t draw at all anymore?”

   Tears slowly trickled down your cheeks as your eyes fell shut, no longer able to take the sight of the damage. The potential loss of most of your identity.

   “I’m not good at anything else. I never have been.” you croaked, feeling the truths of your circumstances settle in around you like water at a great depth, threatening to crush you.

   “That’s not true,” she countered softly. “I know for a fact that you’re good at anything you put your mind to, and on top of that, you’re a great daughter and the best fucking friend anyone could ever have.    And yeah, maybe you can’t make money off that, but it’s a solid base to build on.    I know that none of this is particularly comforting right now, because what you want is to go back to how it was, but my point is just that you’re gonna be okay, Beebs. No matter what.”

   You nodded meekly, feeling simultaneously weak for admitting that you felt helpless, but also relieved to have voiced your fears, finally, three weeks after the fire and the abduction.    There wasn’t really much you could do about the future until you knew if your hand would retain full function, so you felt like you were just treading water at this point, unable to go anywhere.

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   Another two weeks passed without anything strange or worrying happening, which in and of itself was worrying, primarily because every new day threatened to drive you all insane.    The need to let yourselves believe that you were safer the more time passed, colliding hard with the inescapable fear of the opposite, created a continuous tug-of-war inside your minds that you couldn’t stop or even surrender from.

   Each day you grew increasingly tired and sick of this nothingness that somehow hung over you, as well as the maddening inability to do anything about it.    And eventually, your nerves reached their limit.

   “How fucking long are we gonna go on like this, Pero?” you demanded, setting your coffee-cup down a little harder than necessary.

   You were alone in the house that morning, after Dean and Abby had gone to the store, and it was the staleness of the conversation between you that for whatever reason ended up being the thing that triggered you.

   “Look at us!” you gestured to the general surroundings. “We sit here, day after day, growing more and more lifeless by the hour. Are we really just supposed to endure this shit until these assholes decide to kill us?    Because if we’re about to die then I’d prefer to actually feel alive before they get to us!”

   “Do not talk like this, pintora. We are not going to die.” he calmly declared, and somehow you felt dismissed.

   “No? Because that’s what it feels like.”

   “I have told you before, this is the tactic-…” he tried, but you cut him off.

   “Driving us insane, or stressed enough that we make some giant mistake – yeah, you keep telling me that, and guess what? I’m starting to feel like playing into their hands just to get this shit over with.” you challenged, and something… rough appeared in his eyes.

   “If you wish to die, then there are plenty of knives in that drawer over there.” he said, pointing to the correct drawer in the kitchen, while leaning closer to you from his seat beside you, with a hard expression set on his face.

   But you just kept your eyes locked on his in defiance, until he sighed and allowed the frustration to fade away. He knew that this was fear, and he understood it, feeling the strain of the wait himself.

   “I know what this does to you, my love. It is exactly what I have done to many targets over the years, so I need you to trust me,” he continued, letting softness find his features again. “I need to know that you can handle this.”

   “And I’m telling you that I don’t know if I can anymore,” you tried, feeling the daunting weight of hopelessness threaten to drag you down. “I’m not trained, or experienced, or particularly hardened by life. I’m just an artist with largely normal problems before all this happened.    I’m not like you.”

   “And that is a very good thing. You should never be like me.” he said simply, with something unpleasant to his tone. Something judgemental aimed at himself. But it was only there for a moment. “We will get through this, Bee. However impossible it seems now; we will be alright.”

   You wanted to believe him, but your brain and heart seemed somehow disconnected right then, unable to come together to let hope and love dilute reasoning and uncertainty.

   “Is there anything you can do?” you asked almost timidly.

   That was a question you’d steered well clear of until that moment, because you were absolutely terrified that the answer would be yes. That there was some scenario he’d considered which might give you an advantage, because it would likely mean he’d have to go off on his own.    But you’d said it now, so all you could do was hold your breath and wait for his answer.

   “Nothing that would increase our chances of survival. Not against these men.” he answered solemnly.

   It felt strange to be so relieved and yet so disappointed at the same time.    He looked pained as he bent over to grab your waist and pull you into his arms and lap for a comforting hug, although if it was to comfort you, or himself, was anyone’s guess.    That day however, for the first time, it didn’t help either of you.

   You tried to distract yourself as best you could for the rest of the day, spending a lot of time with the dogs and the horses since they at least kept you calm.    But later that evening, it came. The call that you’d been dreading. The one that made it all too real and too horrible, even though it was what you’d been waiting for.

   You were all at the dinner-table, everyone on edge but trying to joke and relax as best you could. It didn’t really work anymore, but you still had to try.    The burner phone was always in your pocket, and you’d gotten so used to it just sitting there quietly that when it suddenly buzzed, you jumped two feet in the air, bouncing up to standing, before you realized what was happening and quickly dug it out.

   “Kate?” you’d barely even gotten the one syllable out before she was already shouting at you over a terrible racket on her end, which you later identified as a roaring car-engine.

   “Bee, they’re coming for you! I just got a rapport that two Polaris 4-seater RZR 1000’s got stolen from a local dealership! That’s the best all-terrain vehicle you can find here, and perfect for someone looking to get to a house in the middle of the woods without using any roads! It’s them, I know it!”

   “Shit…” you turned your eyes on Pero, “They’re coming through the woods. Now.”

   Kate paused only long enough for you to relay that, then continued.

   “I’m driving as fast as I can, but they’ve got an hour’s head start! So, if you’ve got a plan, now’s the time to execute it! I’m gonna call you back in 30 minutes, and you better fucking answer!” she ended the call, and suddenly you felt numb.

   The only thing going through your mind was: am I gonna be alive in 30 minutes?    But then Pero’s hands were on your waist, turning you towards the front door and then his dark voice rumbled, “Boots, jacket, dark hat. Now,” and then he was gone, and you felt as though you lost all sense of balance without him.    Abby was still sharp, though, and pulled you along into the front hall where you both started digging through drawers and throwing things on. She helped you with the boots since you couldn’t do laces with your hand.

   When they returned, Pero was wearing a holster that held throwing knives in a snug fit down along his ribs, while Dean was in full tactical gear, except for his bullet-proof vest, discarded to allow faster and smoother movement, but with a gun strapped to his leg.    He opened the front door to call the dogs in, and while he quickly fitted them with their vests, capable of withstanding stabbing, and deflecting glancing hits from bullets, although not direct ones, Pero handed you a pocket-knife.

   It was a stiletto, the kind where you press a button, and the blade automatically stabs out of the handle. It was a light but seriously well-made piece, and you got the feeling that this one couldn’t be found at the local hunting shop.

   “Put it somewhere you can easily reach it, and if you get the chance, use it. Do not hesitate, amor, do you understand?” he said, taking your head between his hands to make you look him in the eye.

   You just stared at him, suddenly realizing how much you regretted ever thinking that you wanted this over with, because now all you wanted was more time.    Tears quietly fell down your cheeks, and he quickly but tenderly kissed them away, before turning to Abby and handing her an identical knife.

   “Same goes for you. Do not hesitate, because these men will not.” he told her with a stern nod, which she reciprocated while taking the weapon.

   Then Dean announced that the dogs were prepped and ready, and a hint of comfort finally found your heart when Groot took his place beside you.

   “What’s the plan?” you asked, looking from Pero to Dean, but it was your partner that answered.

   “I am working off assumptions, mainly that they want me alive, but also that they will not spare any of you. But what is certain is that this house is not safe, not against them. It is too easy to break into, set fire to, or blow up, all without us ever seeing them coming.    The dogs can tell us if someone is close, and give us a good approximation of where, but not exact enough to have a chance to shoot them through the walls.    So, our only hope is if we can see them coming, and that will only be possible where there are no walls.” he explained quickly, and you felt your blood pump faster.

   “You mean, going into the woods… on foot?” you said, and he nodded.

   “I will lead, you and Abby will follow, and your father will cover our backs.” he instructed and then moved to the door and turned off all the lights, inside and out, with a master switch. “Stay close to me.”

   And suddenly it was all too real. Too much, too fast.    You wanted time to stop, or at least slow down, just for a while, just long enough for you to find your footing again. But that was a ridiculous thing to think, because even if you’d had months to prepare, you still wouldn’t have felt any less terrified in that moment.

   Not waiting for anyone to confirm they were ready, he slipped out into the darkness, followed by the four dogs before your dad urged you and Abby to get going.    With Groot glued to your side, you took your best friend’s hand and snuck outside, feeling more exposed than you’d ever felt standing naked in front of someone.    And that was as far as you got before it all went wrong.

   The dogs reacted so fast that at first, you didn’t even realize that they’d broken formation.    They only ever barked or growled in warning, and under the command to defend with lethal force, no warnings were required.    Like panthers in the grass, or missiles through water, they silently vanished all at once as they identified a threat that you couldn’t perceive, but which was close enough to set them on the hunt.

   Groot remained with you though, and before you’d had a chance to grasp what was happening, Pero had grabbed your hand and was dragging you and Abby away towards the stables so fast that you were stumbling in your efforts to keep up.    He wasn’t limping as badly anymore, but now, under the pressure of such danger, there was no trace of weakness, despite the damage his calf-muscle had endured.    You’d only gotten maybe thirty feet when the first sounds reached you, and you tried not to listen.

   95% of the time, the dogs were defenders, guardians, keepers of peace. But in those remaining five percent of the time, they were weapons, pure and simple.    Deadlier than knives or even worse things, they were trained to silently approach, fixate on whichever soft spot was most easily accessible to them, and attack until their target’s hearts stopped beating.

   Like most predators, they’d go for the throat if that was available, and if it wasn’t, the other places they’d target were the upper arms, trying to bite into the femoral artery, or the groin or inner thighs for the same reason.    But if a person was armed, they’d also go for the hands, to disarm and make sure that no new weapons could be acquired. And they never held back or gave up. One would have to kill them to stop them.

   Your back was to the sounds that came streaming towards you as you ran, and if you’d thought that seeing Pero cut Pete open was the most disturbing thing you’d ever experience, just hearing dogs literally tear people to pieces, instantly changed your mind.    Because you could hear how the skin ripped, and the blood sprayed. The bizarre gurgling of crushed throats. The sickening thumps of bones breaking between jaws.

   To their credit, they didn’t scream, but you did hear grunts as they attempted to wrestle the canines, and then the heartbreaking whine of a dog being badly injured. But no shots sounded, so it had to be a knife that caused the damage.    You kept tracking as much of the events behind you as you could, even though you mostly just wanted to cover your ears, because you needed to know if someone came after you.

   Four dogs vs. a three-man team. That was the presumption. So, even one dog down theoretically meant even odds.

   You reached the stables gasping for breath, and turned to see how Abby was doing, since her lung had to be causing her pain after that sprint, and you were relieved to see her in good shape, albeit panting hard.    Your dad was right behind her, but when you turned back to ask Pero what the next move was, he was gone.

   Confused, you turned in a circle just inside the open doorway. Had he disappeared into the thicker darkness further inside? Or…    Dean caught you and prevented you from running back out, when you realized that he had to be somewhere out on the yard.

   You knew better than to scream at your father, or speak at all, since it could give away your position, in case the Falcons hadn’t seen where you went, but you squirmed harshly against his grip, even though you knew that you had nothing on the man.    The outside lighting was turned off and there was no ambient light from the city reaching this far out into the wilderness, so the yard was shrouded in complete darkness, save for the tiny glimmer of starlight from the clear sky above.

   But as your eyes adjusted, you could still make out shapes and movements in front of the house, you just couldn’t tell if it was dogs or people, or which people.    Your focus was abruptly shifted, however, when Groot growled.    Also under the command to protect, he wouldn’t make a sound unless he could tell that there was danger, but not where it was coming from. A head’s up to you, rather than a deterring warning against an enemy.

   Out of seemingly nowhere, a black figure appeared in the doorway, and before either you or Dean had reacted, Groot launched towards it, jumping up at the head, undoubtedly aiming for the throat.    They disappeared out onto the lawn in an audible scuffle, and then suddenly another figure appeared in the door, this one instantly aiming a gun towards the three of you.

   But your father was holding his pistol too, so when a shot went off, you couldn’t tell which one had fired, only that you were pushed aside, further into the stables, and your mind screamed at you to run.    Not your heart, though. Everything you loved was right there, you would never be able to just get up and leave them behind, but this was also entirely beyond your ability to do anything about, so you were left lying frozen on the floor.

   Before any more shots went off, there was an odd thump, and then the black figure slumped into a pile on the ground.    Pero had to have thrown a knife at him. That was probably why he’d left, giving himself a better vantage point. You were sure that he was close, though, and it was incredibly soothing to know.

   But that momentary comfort was upended completely, when someone grabbed you from behind, put a hand over your mouth and started dragging you out through the back of the stables.    Neither Dean nor Abby noticed, because you’d been out of their field of vision when he got to you, and the thick leather glove over your mouth and nose prevented even small sounds from escaping you.

   Desperate, you jumped off the ground and tried to kick something, a wall, or a rake or pitchfork leaning against one, anything that might happen to be close enough, anything that would make a noise.    But you only managed two kicks before the lack of oxygen made itself known, forcing you to stop.

   He had you. And he was gonna use you against Pero, either as leverage to force him back into their ranks, or just to hurt him.    Regardless, he’d be stripped of all options, either forced back to that animalistic rage, or robbed of all his strength and rendered powerless.    Because that was the power you held over him.

   You were so deprived of oxygen by the time the unknown man had dragged you through the backdoor, that your arms flopped down at your sides, and your right hand bumped against something.    With little more than seconds left before you’d start losing consciousness, you dug the stiletto out of your front jeans pocket and tried to think where to aim.

   Your brain was sluggish and uncooperative, but this was your one chance, you had to make it count, to cause as much damage as possible.    The way his arm was wrapped around you restricted your reach to his lower body, so you’d have to go for the groin, but you also had to time it right. The way he was dragging you meant that his hips were regularly close to your backside, and regularly further away and you couldn’t afford for the small blade to not reach its target.

   One step, then you bumped against him, another step, then another bump.    On the third step, not sure about the timing but simply out of time yourself, you slipped your hand back to right at the top of your buttocks, with your thumb against your tailbone, and hit the release.

   A barely even human wail of pain sounded behind you and the hand over your face vanished along with the grip around your chest, sending you crashing to the ground, gasping for air, but feeling better with each breath.    Still aware that you were in danger, you rolled and crawled away from the man’s reach, while he squirmed on the ground, clasping his groin where a dark fluid was pouring out, leaving a glistening pool in the short-cropped grass.

   You’d managed to hit an artery, meaning he’d be dead soon, but that was of no help to you if his friends were still alive, or if Pero believed that they’d succeeded in taking you, so you ignored the pins and needles in your arms and legs and got back on your feet.    There were still stars sparkling around in your vision when you located the backdoor again, and headed inside, moving on unsteady legs back towards the front opening.

   But getting to it, you found it empty now. No sign of your father or Abby, or Pero. So, you stepped out onto the front lawn, walking back towards the house, not even sure why but you just needed to move.    Something was wrong, you could feel it. Everything had gone too quiet.    A low whistle brought Groot to your side, closely followed by Abby. She was okay, thank goodness.

   “Bee, what happened?” she asked, her voice betraying the still frantic beating of her heart, and chilling fear that sat under every inch of her skin. But you ignored her question.

   “Where’s Pero?” you demanded, your own voice a lot steadier than you’d thought it would be.

   Dean answered you, appearing from your left, carrying one of the dogs that was seriously injured, back to the house.

   “It was all a ruse to keep us busy,” he explained while you fell in behind him, matching his pace and trying to understand what he was saying. “The people that the dogs first attacked weren’t Falcons, they brought a team of local talent to act as decoys. The Falcons were among the ones that came after us in the stables.    The one Groot got was another decoy, but Pero got one of them.”

   “And I got one behind the stables.” you interjected, and he nodded without prodding further.

   “Good, then it’s just the one of them. He’ll have better odds that way.” Dean continued, but what he’d said confused you.

   He’d reached the house then, and you opened the door for him, stepping in and turning on the master switch again, flooding the house and grounds with light, revealing all the dogs covered in blood and panting, but only one seemed to be harmed.    Which was good news, but somewhat unimportant to you right then.

   “Dad, what do you mean by that? Where is he?” you demanded once again, and he answered you without taking focus away from the animal in his care.

   “He ended up in a fist fight with the last guy, and he didn’t win. The Falcon managed to lure him further away, then knocked him out and dragged him onto his ATV.”

   Your stomach turned so violently that you had to swallow a few times to keep from hurling.

   “They took him? He’s gone?” you managed to choke out, suddenly feeling faint again.

   “Like I said, it’s one on one, and those are good odds for a man like yours.    Now, I know you’re scared to death, buzz, but you need to stay calm. I’m gonna help you find him. As soon as I’ve got this under control, we’ll take the other dogs and track the vehicle with my four-by-four. I know these woods a lot better than them, we’ll-…”

   You heard him cut himself off when you ran back out, and you heard him shout something after you, but it was lost in the noise of the wind as you sprinted to the stables and took Happy out of her box, just as your phone rang again.    There wasn’t time to answer so you just threw the phone towards Abby, who’d followed you outside.

   “Tell Kate what happened and that I’m going after them.” you shouted, before leading Happy out by her mane and spurring her into a run the moment she left the stables, swinging yourself up to her back using the forward momentum.    She had no gear on at all, not even a halter, and you weren’t gonna waste time on putting anything on, you’d just have to hold on for dear life.

   Groot was right there with you, just as you knew he would be, so you called out “Track Safe” and pointed towards the back of the property, which meant that he should set his nose in that direction, looking for any scent he recognized as someone you’d told him was safe.    And since the only people you’d declared to be that to him were Abby and Pero, you knew that he’d track the latter.

   You’d ridden a lot as a child, and even more after your mother had died, and Happy had always felt so attuned to you, so eager to work with you, and despite the stress and the odd circumstances, this was no exception.    She allowed herself to be steered by just your legs while you held onto her mane and leaned low over her neck, seeming to know to stay on Groot’s heels, as the dog darted into the lead and took you into the pitch-black wilderness at full gallop.

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[chao-thicc-hcs]

hello ! how are you ? well if you dont mind, a scenarios for hakkai shiba with a kind and shy reader (she's working with the toman too), like one day she said to him" omg hakkai you're so cute, today your dressed very well" (she's shy but likes to tease him a lot, she's sincere of course and she have a small crush on him) she always cheer him up when he gets into a fight with his brother, and take care of him when he gets injured thank you take care of yourself ❤️ ❤️

I am doing good, anon, thank you! Hope you're doing great too! Also, stay healthy!

; Hakkai being friends with a shy reader;

Hakkai was confused how you were in Toman, because you're so kind that you will offer to patch up an enemy's wounds

Remembering how Mikey was he realized it is not impossible

He was not judging you, though, seeing how nervous you were during meetings, how you blushed when someone approached you and tried to talk to you, he found it adorable

You always stood in a corner, trying to remain invisible and did your best to avoid eye contact with the men in the shared room

However Hakkai was always looking at you, ready to smile and melt from the inside whenever he sees you shying away or just being kind towards others while you blushed

Once you bumped into him and accidentally spilled your drink over him

You got beet red and ran away from him, lmao

Fortunately he was able to reach you real fast and tell you everything is okay, reassuring you that he has a spare outfit and he will change

From that day on you felt compelled to make it up to him with small gestures, like patching his wounds after a fight (only him because you're too shy to even look at the other members), buying him shit and helping him in a fight

After some time both of you got really close, something like besties

Buuut when you witnessed more of what an amazing sweet cheesecake he was you developed a small crush on him, blushing every time he is close to you

You took special care of him, you always go to him to check whether he is severly hurt after a fight, ask him on every 1 minute how he is feeling, whether he has eaten, has slept well etc.

Hakkai thought you were adorable, so you could say he was fond of you and crushed on you a little... nah he liked you a whole fucking lot

Whenever you blushed around him, his knees were getting weak and he wanted to hug you so bad

The lad got comfortable around you in a short amount of time, willing to share more personal information, including the environment he has to put up with every day

You felt bad for him, and you were always there to cheer him up after a fight with his brother, you either invited him to your place or took him out somewhere to eat and distract him from his problems and overthinking

He never wants to lose you, never.

A short drabble under the cut!

Today, for the first time this year, Toman decided to just hang out, no gang negotiations, no fights, just meeting up at their favourite place, chilling to some music, eating snacks and have fun. You and Hakkai decided to meet up first and then continue on to Toman's desired destination. You wore your favourite outfit, just to impress your crush a little bit at least. As always, he was in front of your house in no time, waiting patiently while engaging himself with petting a stray dog that happened to pass by. You were finally ready, grabbing some snacks you had for both of you, but before going outside, you stared at one of your photos together that was put in a frame in the living room. You cherished this picture and wished you could be more, but for now, at this point in time things cannot happen. You snapped into reality and went to put on shoes and got outside, just to see him with the dog kneeling in front of your yard door. You called out his name while approaching him, giving him a hug. - Took you long enough, let's go. - he smiled and went forward You were dying inside, he looked incredible, neatly dressed, without that huge-ass earring he was usually with. Casual yet hot. You were in a good mood today, and this mixed with your wish to tease him was a ticking time bomb ready to burst out. You loved teasing him, especially when you know he is too nice to say something back. You analyzed his features and outfit, thinking of a way to say how good he looks and pour out your feelings without looking too suspicious. Then you remembered you adored teasing him, and he always fell for it and wasn't able to notice a single thing. - Oh my god, Hakkai-kun you're so cute! Today you dressed very well! - you blurted out with a smile, forcing yourself not to blush so it seems like you're just teasing him, but you wanted to complment him since he hasn't been feeling well because of his brother. All shades of red painted his face as his lips wiggled in embarrassment, turning around to calm himself down , trying not to fall down as his knees felt weak. His crush telling him this? Unfortunately, he wasn't aware of your feelings and took this too deep. - I-ah-um-oh-fuck! Thank, you, Y/n... I-i-i-i, thin-k you look ad-dorable too... - he was a stuttering mess as he spat out those words, trying so hard and failing miserably to hide his red face You smiled as a light blush took over your face too, wrapping your hand around his, letting out a light chuckle. - Awh c'mon, I am teasing you, no need to be so flustered! - oh you wish you were just teasing him, you were dead honest but didn't want to admit it. The rest of the day was spent in constant fun and games. Hakkai couldn't take away his eyes off of you as you were trying to get closer to other members by participating in the games.

[sugar-petals]

SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

5k words | bullet points

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning 

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad 

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you 

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength 

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests 

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic 

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff 

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time 

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village 

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person 

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive 

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg 

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no 

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point 

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so 

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it 

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion 

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty 

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait 

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way  

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent 

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself 

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise 

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you 

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex 

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts 

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice 

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with 

having a good time 

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together 

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent 

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for 

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM 

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta 

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies 

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best 

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know 

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode 

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure 

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed. 

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard 

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble 

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on 

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner 

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway 

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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[angeli-marco-writes]

Tom Hiddleston - Stripped Sunday

A/N & WC - I came up with this concept ages ago and only just got around to writing it, though it’s slightly short. I do not know Tom, nor do I claim to. 2k.

Warnings - Swearing (that's now just a given), definitely suggestive and nsfw but nowhere near explicit, just mentions of sex, nudity too. And unknowing exhibitionism I guess? 16+

Summary - Sunday's are always the best, especially when you and Tom walk around the house nude, but it's been a while. Too long a while. So, obliviously, you take matters into your own hands...

THOMAS WILLIAM HIDDLESTON IS A SIMPLE MAN, believe it or not. He likes meals he can cook in fifteen minutes, he likes his tea with only a splash of milk, he likes the simple pleasures of nature. He likes morning runs and evening walks, re-watching movies he’s seen a dozen times, cuddles on a cold night. But most of all, he likes it when you walk around nude.

It might just be the one singular thing in the great mystery of life that is inexplicable to him, the one thing he enjoys so bloody much he daren’t speak of it, lest he risk losing it. Just the sight of your beautiful body keeps him up night after night after night when he’s working away, plotting and planning ways to ensure he never forgets it for the second he returns home. He can’t even begin to explain the things it does to him.

So, he set up a Stripped Sunday, with the basic premise that you both have to walk around in your birthday suits all day. It’s essentially his unique, perverse, inventive way of seeing you naked all day once a week. Not every Sunday, naturally, but just on occasion, when he’s not working, he’ll jot it down on the calendar. Nothing too glaring, in case someone catches a glimpse of his calendar, but just scribbling down a winky face in a Sunday space, and you know what you’re in for.

In all honesty, you love it just as much as he does. It’s hard not to. Seeing him walking around the house with not a scrap of clothing on all day does things to you you’ve never been able to put your finger on—or his. If you were to get pregnant, Stripped Sundays would be the culprit with the amount that the two of you shag in a single day. And he always seems to have another round in the bank to wake you the morning after, hungover on dripping lust.

However, it’s been far too long without one of these days, you think to yourself. And you know that there are no plans for the day, seeing as there’s nothing in the diary or the calendar, where—upon Tom’s own decree—all arrangements have to be written down. Seeing as you and Tom have a somewhat secret relationship, one certainly sheltered from the press, and no one knows you’re together, let alone live together, keeping all plans written down is imperative. His work meetings are always good reasons for you to get out of the house for a few hours.

Today, however, Tom seems to have made a mistake. Today’s meeting utterly slipped his mind, and he completely forgot to tell you, let alone jot it down, that he was having a casual meeting with a few co-stars to discuss future production of some sort—of what, he was entirely unsure, since this was texted about weeks ago, now. Nothing too major, though.

Logically, Tom thought that, with how late you were currently sleeping, and how much you enjoy your lie-ins, he’d be wrapped before you woke up, and even if that wasn’t to be the case and you wake up, that you’d have the sense to dress, or even call for him at the very least, before going downstairs.

You aren’t so lucky.

—

Waking up to an empty bed is never much fun. Usually if Tom wakes up before you, he’ll only slip out to put the kettle on, or fetch a new book to read from the library while he waits for you to stir naturally… that is if he isn’t waking you up in other, more pleasurable ways. At most, if he does have plans and doesn’t want to wake you after a late night, he’ll leave you a lovely note, a voicemail, and a thermal mug of tea.

Today, however, you can smell the coffee machine on—no wonder after the late, and rather energetic night you had—and hear the machine whirring, signalling that Tom likely hasn’t long been awake. That’s when the gears begin to turn and your plan begins to formulate, a completely devious idea that creeps into your mind and quirks your lips into a smirk. No matter how enticing the idea to nuzzle back into the pillows is, your need for Tom is overpowering your clawing need for sleep, especially with your primal instincts telling you he’s within grabbing distance, his aftershave still on the sheets you’re wrapped in. So, you strip his shirt, now perpetually appropriated by you, off and get out of bed, stretching as you go, beginning to make your way downstairs.

“What’s that?” Tom hears someone ask.

Not hearing your footsteps on the squeaky stairs over the whirring of the coffee machine and the layered discussions, including his own laughter, he simply replies, “Probably the dog.”

You, however, aren’t lucky enough to hear this brief conversation before your bare feet land on the cold hardwood floor, sending chills throughout you that don’t seem to even mildly combat the overwhelming heat building all throughout you. With just a few more steps, keeping your footing light and avoiding Bobby’s various chewies and toys littered all over the floor, you’re entering the kitchen in nought but your birthday suit. Utterly, completely in the buff.

“Morning baby,” you call out, yawning, your eyes fluttering shut, your jaw wide.

Except, instead of the warm embrace and slatherings of kisses that you expect to receive, or even a simple “Good morning, Princess,” you’re welcomed with a deadly silence, a stillness you can’t quite comprehend.

Your eyes fly open in shock, opening to see three people, mildly familiar faces, with mouths agape and eyes wide, sitting around the breakfast bar with mugs between their hands. Tom looks as stunned as you’ve ever seen him, over by the coffee machine, his hands trembling. With a fixed gaze of his baby blue eyes, so piercingly alarmed, he looks you up and down, his eyes blazing over your nude form, his kissable mouth practically watering at the mere sight of you.

That’s before it clicks with him, the dire situation, and alarm bells begin to blare inside his head, causing him to jump into action. Almost instantly, he’s pulling his shirt off his strong arms and muscular torso with lithe fingers, and is tugging it over your head, covering your naked torso.

You can already feel the blush on your cheeks, your skin burning from the bruised base of your throat to the pierced tips of your ears, the blood in your veins rushing around so violently that it drowns out any other comments or noise within the room, within the situation, but you’re brought back to reality when Tom’s strong, callused hands fall to your arms, clasping the flesh before he’s all but lifting you off the tiled floor and steering you back out of the room. It snicks shut behind you, but all you can focus on is the kiss he gives you, slanting his thin lips over yours so intoxicatingly that you’re able to forget your humongous disaster, if only for a second. There’s an emptiness the second he stops kissing you, and you’re able to hear the previously shut out gossip from inside.

“Sweetheart, what the hell was that?” he commands, his tone soft.

Despite the austere authority he so naturally demands in a room, he doesn’t sound angry whatsoever. If anything he’s just a little exposed, his private home life revealed to people when he wasn’t in the least bit prepared for once in his lifetime, with a definite undertone of irritation, mostly that he can’t have his way with you instantly. His blood is roaring, his stomach an explosion of swarms of butterflies, his core pulsating. He can’t tear his eyes away from you, even now you’re covered, your hardened nipples poking through the fabric.

“I— I saw the calendar was empty, I wanted to impress you, have a nice Sunday because it’s been so long,” you confess, shuffling your feet on the floor, unable to meet his blue gaze boring into you, “I’ve felt… distant from you recently, you’ve been working so much. I don’t know,” you shift anxiously, tugging on his shirt wrapped around you, “I love you, I didn’t wanna lose you. I thought you’d like it.”

“Baby,” he says, “I love you and this so so much. Of course I like it!”

You let out a feeble cry against his chest, his arms knotting around you and tugging you into his chest in one swift movement. His hugs, the way he holds you and cradles you, always make you feel better, no matter what your troubles may be.

You sniffle a little, “Really?”

Any trace of hardness in his face just dissipates and is replaced with sympathy, empathy, love.

“I truly wish I could take you right now, Darling, and if they weren’t here, I’d be fucking you on that breakfast bar and you know it.” He sighs deeply. “But, I didn’t put down a special Sunday for a reason, love.” Leaning down, he kisses away your wry tears, and then the tip of your nose. “You are so thoughtful. It’s all my fault though, I must’ve just forgotten to write this down.”

How can you be mad at him when he’s being so thoughtful and heartfelt, confessing his mistake even when it was your rash thinking that’s gotten you into this mess?

Once you calm your breathing down, though, you realise that you’re actually not particularly phased by this at all. You don’t mind this; it was the sheer shock that passed over Tom’s face, the flash of terror he must’ve felt with his work colleagues in the room with him that scared you so. You know well enough that it’ll be a huge knock—monumental, even—for him, if this gets out. Your worry for your treasured boyfriend takes power over any of your own misgivings.

“I’m really sorry, Tom.”

“Don’t be,” he says hastily, “can you please pop up and get dressed, though, darling? Just some shorts, I don’t want you to feel exposed.”

You let out a soft chuckle, nodding, stepping away from him to make your way upstairs. Before you’ve taken so much as a step, though, he tugs you back by the bottom of his shirt, and ravels you into a searing kiss, everything he wants to say passes from his lips to yours.

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You return a couple of minutes later, dressed simply, comfortably, his shirt in your hands, you find him waiting for you, standing outside the door with his hands clasped at his front. He greets you with open arms, prompting you to take his hands as he leads you back into the kitchen, your eyes connecting in a secret agreement before stepping inside.

The air is rife with anxiety, three panicked faces staring back at you, but thankfully, you’re able to recognise these people as ones he’s worked with for a while, people he knows really well; confidantes and friends more than co-stars or colleagues. However, by the inquisitive glint in their eyes and their parted mouths, you imagine they’ll still have a lot of questions, and this’ll still be a hit for Tom.

He wraps his spare arm around you, his head bowed as he meets the dead faces staring at him. That’s when you begin to wonder if something else has happened.

“Baby, everything okay?” you ask, cupping his jaw, caressing your thumb over the scruff of a beard shadowing his bone structure.

That’s seemingly when it hits him, his face paling, blanching, his grip around you loosening.

“It’s a good job you never got over the threshold, darling,” he says breathlessly, “or I’d be in much more trouble.”

You look to him, eyes searching his face imploringly as he viciously gulps. “We were live on Instagram.”

“SHIT!”

Well, it looks like Tom’s girlfriend is public knowledge. You can’t mind, though not as he dips his head and kisses you hotly, heartily. With this passion, the second these people leave, Stripped Sunday might just happen after all.