#nevermind bleeding out time to apologize

[sigmadolos]

@guiltscorched​ said: My muse takes a hit to protect your muse from a fatal attack, how does your muse react?     /     fyodor sees the angel fall as if in slow motion, and staggers. this was not the plan. this was not how he foresaw it; this was not supposed to be. sigma, with all his foolish fits of emotion, was supposed to stay on the chessboard where fyodor had placed him. yet here, he leaps from it, directly into an attack intended to kill. 

the demon is cold and methodical as he acts now, plans re-forming and crystallising in the grim chambers of his mind. he draws the gun hidden in his coat and shoots their assailant, disregarding his previous intent to press them for information. instinct now demands that he attend to sigma and so he does, weak arms dragging the prone - but alive! - form into their hold. "foolish," he mutters, as he begins to walk: carrying sigma, slowly and carefully, back where fyodor may tend to him. he is not permitted to die just yet. "things like this will be your undoing, sigma."

MY MUSE TAKES A HIT TO PROTECT YOURS FROM A FATAL ATTACK, SEND YOUR MUSES REACTION

     Everything had been going to plan until it wasn’t. It wasn’t a big display, the shift in the man’s  body language. It was a CASUAL gesture as a matter of fact, ordinary. Except it immediately set alarms up to Sigma because in all the behavior he’d been observing, the man did not display such body language. Instinctual dread kicked into high gear, an awareness that SOMETHING was wrong. It crawled like a spider down his spine, a gut feeling that Death was looming and Fyodor was in danger. It was an instinct he trusted because it’d helped him survive his own darkest times. He didn’t hesitate to throw himself in front of the russian mere seconds before the first gunshot rang out, loud and clear. 

   It’s fast and slow at he same time. The millisecond of shock before the pain claws into his chest with razor sharp talons and macabre flowers blossom on his chest as red stains his suit. It must’ve only been a few milliseconds, before Sigma finds himself falling slowly like he’s sinking through heavy water. He doesn’t feel the pain when he hits the ground or hear the second gunshot, everything feels muted and far way. Everything except the pain that tears at his mind nd the garden of red that grows from his chest with each passing second. 

   A weak, faint noise leaves his wounded chest when he feels arms grab him, and for a moment he struggles between the present and the ghosts of past, but it’s gone in a moment when he feels himself be drawn closer to the warmth of someone else, when he hears the familiar voice in his ear. He blinks, dull eyes lifting to look towards Fyodor at the comment.

   “  No.  “  It hurts to speak, the words claw at his throat, but still Sigma speaks, shaking his head slowly in disagreement to the assessment.  “  Not to me at least. Not when your life was in  danger.  “  Fyodor’s life has value to it. But Sigma’s  .  .  .  

   His head weakly tucks itself against Fyodor’s shoulder. He didn’t expect to be LIFTED, but he doesn’t complain. He doesn’t cry or whimper at any step that send jolts of pain through overactive nerves. The angel stays muted in his suffering, speaking only in his thoughts on his acts. He endured his suffering in silence as he always has. The words give him something to focus on, to help with the lightheadedness even as his eyes half-close. “  You’re okay though .  . . that’s good . . .  “  A absently mumbled comment, though if it was intended for Fyodor or Sigma to himself was an impossible task to tell without the man himself confirming its intended audience.

   “  Probably.  “  Sigma smiles a sad sort of knowing smile, whispering his agreement as he remains tucked against Fyodor’s body.  “  But I should think that I would not regret it, if there is at least meaning in it. ”  His eyes squeeze shut for a moment when wave of white hot pain seems as though it will override his sense.  “..I- I’m sorry for having to change plans.  “  He adds, voice growing softer, lifting his eyes up to catch a glimpse of the other.   “  I can...can try to grab the information from the corpse..”  He mumbles in offering, one hand clutched over the wound to apply at least some pressure to help slow the blood loss. THAT is perhaps the foolish aspect of this - to offer when he’s certain Fyodor will not accept.

   How the angel loathes to be an inconvenience! But he would relive it again a thousand times over and change nothing if it meant to save Fyodor the pain of injury or from Death’s hungry jaws. 

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Hi! If you have no other clegan requests, then I would like this:

"good. now you know what it's like."

(prompt list by @novelbear  - reactions to making someone cry)

Hello dear! I haven't forgotten about you, I just had to sort out and post Chapter 14 of Such stuff before diving into this 🥰 I hope you'll enjoy the angst 😗

1.9k of Angst, Emotional Hurt/No Comfort below the cut

Major Gale Cleven marries his longtime sweetheart, Marjorie Spencer, less than a month after his return to the US after the war. The bride is splendid and radiant and the groom looks as handsome as ever in his uniform — no one needs to know that it doesn't feel right anymore on his body, that the belt's been latched two holes tighter than before the war, that he still feels cold even if it's summer and he's dressed in wool.

Major John Egan, Cleven's best friend, is absolutely charming in his role of best man. He flirts with bridesmaids and old ladies alike, dances dutifully with all the bride's friends that ask him, he laughs, and drinks only a few glasses of whiskey to celebrate — no one needs to know that his hands keep shaking whenever he tries to stay still, that there's a flask tucked into his breast pocket filled with nasty liquor that makes his eyes water every time he takes a sip from it, that his heart is bleeding in his chest for the same exact reason he should be celebrating today.

The bride asks him for a toast, at some point. John forces himself to ignore the spark of worry in the blue depth of the groom's eyes as he stands, clears his throat and raises a glass.

He tells the wedding party tales about the groom. How he once landed a plane with all four engines busted. How he once danced with a dog while completely sober at a party. How he never used to drink anything stronger than a ginger beer but had to take care of drunk comrades too many times to count — and he knows that pretty well, him being the drunk comrade Gale would always take care of. How he is the best man sweet Marge could possibly wish for cause he never gave up on the thought of being reunited with her, not even in the darkest of times.

(What he doesn't say: how the groom had kissed him the night after that nightmare of a flight to Algeria, a kiss with blood and desperation in their mouths, a kiss that had made John feel alive for the first time in months.

How him dancing with Meatball was actually a weird way for Gale to apologize to John for having refused his invitation to go to London together, because he knew what John wanted to do and he wasn't ready to give that to him yet — nevermind all the other kisses they'd shared in abandoned haylofts and dark corner, nevermind all those times they'd found comfort in each other's bodies, nevermind that John had almost sunk on his knees and begged him to go, right there, in front of everyone.

How John had almost drunk himself to death the day Buck went down, and when that didn't kill him he'd driven a jeep drunk out of his mind and then tried to stay on his burning plane to be blown out of the sky and go back to the man he loved.

How his Buck never gave up on the thought of marrying Marge, not even in the darkest days of a bleak German winter, but that didn't stop him to find comfort once again in Bucky's arms, in his mouth, along the sharp lines of his body, between his shaky legs.

How he knows with excruciating precision every sound the groom will make tonight during his wedding night, every whimper and moan, every shaky breath, every whispered curse and breathy laugh.)

John tries to leave the wedding without even saying goodbye but Gale knows him too well. He catches up with him in the parking lot, thanks him wearily for his beautiful toast.

“I forgot to add one thing,” John tells him, because now he really doesn't have anything left to lose. “That I love you, more than anything in the world.”

Gale doesn't say anything back to him, maybe he hopes the sadness in his eyes will be enough.

It's not. John leaves, and doesn't look back.

—

The happy marriage between Gale and Marjorie Cleven crumbles apart in less than one year.

They'll say it was because of the war, that Gale didn't come back as he was before and they couldn't work out anymore.

They'll say it was because of the children, Marge wanted them but Gale never seemed sure enough to actually try, fearing he'd unlock something ugly buried deep inside him, the venom of his father dripping through.

They'll never tell the truth: Gale is in love with someone else. Marge doesn't know who — she had a hunch, but Gale refused to listen to her trying to talk about that, said she wouldn't understand because she wasn't there, she doesn't know. Still, she rightfully refuses to play second fiddle in her own wedding; she gives him the ring back, packs a suitcase and goes home to her parents.

Gale goes home too; not to Casper, Wyoming, nor in South Dakota. He drives a whole day and a whole night to Manitowoc, Wisconsin. To the only place he's ever truly felt at home: with John.

He doesn't have an address so he asks around town if anyone knows where Major Egan lives. A nice lady points him to where the the Egans are staying; Gale doesn't think too much of that weird plural, he figures John's still with his mom and sister as he thinks about what to do after.

He rings the doorbell, practicing in his mind what he's going to tell John once he sees him again.

It's a blonde woman that opens the door, tall and with piercing blue eyes but not the same shade of John's — not his sister, Gale's mind provides.

She looks equally surprised to see him. “Can I help you, Sir?” She asks.

Gale goes through the motions. “Good morning, Ma'am. I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm looking for Major John Egan. We served together, I was passing by and wanted to say hello.”

The woman smiles at his words, almost relieved. “Of course! Any friend of Bucky is welcome here. Bucky! There's someone at the door for you.”

“If it's the pastor I swear I'm going to tell him-” John's familiar voice echoes through the narrow entryway behind the woman as he walks to the door, adjusting his tie, but the words die on his lips as he sees Gale staring right back at him. “Buck,” he says, voice full of wonder and for a second Gale still thinks it's going to be ok. Then the curve of John's mouth sharpens, the surprise sours in his eyes.

“Buck Cleven, what are you doing here?” He asks him, tone wrong, posture tense.

“I was passing through and thought about stopping by,” Gale says, glad now more than ever to have left his duffle bag in the car. “How are you? It's been a while.”

“It sure has,” John says. “I've been good, thank you Buck.” Then his gaze shifts to the woman, like he's just now noticing her here. “Oh, what a disgrace I am! I forgot to properly introduce you two. Jo, this is Buck, one of my best pals from the war. Buck, this is Jo. My wife.”

Those two words lodge themselves into Gale's heart.

“Oh. I didn't know you got married, congratulations", he tells John, voice strangled, hands fisted at his sides.

“Yeah, it's been a short engagement but what can I say, when you know you know, right Buck?”

Gale nods. “Right. Well, I better go now, I don't want to make you late for work. Jo, it's been a pleasure to meet you,” he says, and retreats to his car. He hears hushed voices behind him and tries to walk faster, but the door closes and John reaches him just before he can open the door to his car.

“Buck,” John says again, harsher this time. “Buck, look at me.”

Gale exhales and turns. “What?” He asks, chin raised in defiance.

“Why are you here?”

“Marge left. We couldn't make it work, the war changed too many things. It changed me, too much,” Gale says then he adds, “She knew.”

“She knew what?”

“That I'm in love with someone else. That I'm in love with you,” Gale spits out, cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the minute. It's getting harder to breathe and to keep the stinging in his eyes at bay; he fails, John's face in front of him suddenly blurry.

“Are you crying?” John asks. When Gale doesn't answer, he talks again. “Good. Now you know what it's like.”

“Did you marry her just to spite me?” Gale asks, outraged. “Were you just waiting for me to cave?”

“No, Buck. I married her because she's a nice woman, she treats me well, and she doesn't really care if I had someone else before or during the war.”

“She fucking looks like me.”

“That's a plus,” John admits. “She's also a pilot, so. And she's my wife, and we've been talking about building a family.”

“And what about me?”

“What?”

“What about the fact that I fucking love you?” Gale almost shouts, remembering at the last second that they're not alone in the world — there's also Bucky's wife, apparently, and their neighbors. The words come out of him in a strangled whisper, more tears now running freely down his cheeks.

John laughs. “You know, I could do exactly what you did when I told you that at your wedding. But I know what that felt like, so I won't. I'm going to tell you things exactly how they are: I loved you, I loved you so much. You broke my heart and moved on, and I had to move on too. I have a wife, I love her. I love you less, but I still love you. There's no place in my life for you, not now, not like this.”

Gale feels like he's breathing molten led, not air. “And what am I supposed to do?” He asks.

There's sadness in John's eyes now, and something too akin to love not to make Gale's heart ache. “I don't know, Buck. You'll have to figure it out. It's better this way, I promise.”

“But I love you,” Gale tries again. This time, John yields and hugs him.

“I love you too,” he murmurs in Gale's ear. “But we cannot make it work. I am so sorry, Buck, so fucking sorry.”

It's not your fault, Gale thinks. It's mine.

He extricates himself from John's hold. “There's nothing to be sorry about,” he mumbles. “I'll be fine. And if you ever need me for something, anything, you just have to call, ok? Anything, I mean it.”

(What he doesn't say: if you ever get tired of her, if you ever want to pick things back up from where we left them, if you ever feel lonely or bored one day, call me and I'll be there, waiting for you, atoning the sin of having let you go.)

John's always read him like an open book. “Thank you, Buck. I'll see ya,” he says, and goes back to his house — to his wife.

But Gale reads him perfectly too, and he knows one thing for sure: sooner or later, he'll be back.

Now it's his turn to sit and wait.

[foresthyena]

Wenclair fic I'm making!

A broken glass and glue

Tw: for this one, panic attack

Charcters: Enid, Wednesday,Thing shows up, Wednesday parents are mentioned for a second

Wednesday Addams

``It's been 5 months since I've went back to Nevermore. I'm roommates with Enid once again, I can't seem to forget her as much as I try. She's intoxicating, like drugs to a drug addict. As much as it pains me, I've grown.... attached to her. It's disgusting, Wednesday Addams will not be attached to anyone or even as much in, "love" with them. No, these are simply just friendly feelings. Though I think I'm coming down with something, sometimes I feel like I can feel her oddly warm embrace from when we hugged after I defeated Crackstone. I will never forgive him for what he's done, expecally Tyler. Atleast I can put it all behind me, Crackstone is dead and the Hyde is locked away. Everything is fine. It's all fine.. nevermind that, I'm writing all of this on my typewriter. Enid said to own a diary, but I will not. This is simply journalism, like the books I write, expect this is only for me. Mother and Father still insist I attend her, it's not..as bad per-say, but it'll do. Much better then those normie schools I'll say. I've also taken up on more after school activities, I see it is better to occupy oneself then sit here and dread the day as it passes. I see it is now, 5:26pm, meaning Enid should be arriving shortly after from her soccer practice I believe. Well I believe I'll end this here, I've spent a total of 7 hours, 6 minutes and 37 seconds writing all of this..``

I watch as Enid shortly comes into the room all sweaty and muddy. Tsk, and the dormitory was clean, and now it's filthy. She bounces up and down making her way to me. I back up hesitantly, I don't wanna catch any illness from her. I listen closely to her as she rambles about soccer. It's kind of enduring...her blue eyes seem to shine more and her scars bring out her completion. I've noticed lately she tries to hide it. Im not sure why, she saved me from the hyde. The scars are a mark of bravery and loyalty. All Addams wear their scars with pride. Enid says something about taking a shower, I wasn't really focused on what she was saying. But once I glance at her again she's heading towards the shower. It's gonna get filthy again from all the grim and mud on her. I make my way to my side of the dormitory and grab a book on my desk. Seeing as there's nothing better to do and I haven't exactly finished this book yet. I lay on my bed and begin to read, I've left off on chapter 25. I began reading and as time flies by, I'm on chapter 33 as Enid now comes out of the shower. Her blonde dyed hair all wet and messy. Her disgusting taste in clothing that's so bright and it makes my eyes bleed and my head hurt. She walks over brushing out her hair and begins asking what I'm reading.

-hi Weds!! Watcha reading over there?

She'd giggle as she glances over me to see, some droplets of water landing on my bed.

-if you must know, it's a book on a female character called Piper whose in a zombie apocalypse and has to find an antidote before she died. And back up from my bed before you get water on my book and damage it Sinclair.

The blonde wolf would back up and apologize, then asking if she can read it once I'm done with it. I never thought this would bring Enid interest, I was sure she'd say it was disgusting. I nod and go back to reading as Enid dries her hair and styles it. I yawn and look at the clock, it's 8:56 and I'm only on chapter 34. I suppose I'll finish reading this during tomorrows lunch or perhaps after school again. I get up and place my book on my desk and turn off the lamp I left on. The room dims a bit as Enids is still bright from her LED and nightlight. I head to the bathroom and change into an oversized t-shirt and some shorts and long socks. Once I head back to the room I see Enid sound asleep on her side. She's holding onto, I guess, a black cat? Hm, she always liked stuff more bright. But she has changed a bit since we've gotten back. I walked over to my side of the room and laid down on my bed. I tossed and turned then getting comfortable on my right side. I look at Enid, I can see her face slightly from the moon laminating on her face. She looks so.. peaceful, calm and.. nevermind. It's been a long day. I must sleep now, I asked Thing to turn off Enids nightlight. The room is now pitch black besides some of the moon peaking in. I sigh and close my eyes as I drift to sleep.

I wake up in a cold sweat and look at the alarm, it's 2:16 in the morning. My chest falls heavy as I try to calm myself. I've never had these dreams, and I never panicked like this. I sigh deeply as I see Enid still asleep. I close my eyes and jolt when I feel a touch on my shoulder. I look around to see nothing. I calm myself down, clearly I've reached the point of insanity. There's a logical explanation for this, I pinch the bridge of my nose and grab the glass of water on my desk. I take a sip and lay back down looking at the ceiling trying to think about the dream. I can't remember anything, it's flashing and going to fast. My head hurts and I feel a sharp pain in my chest and stomach. I clench them in agony and pain as my breathing starts to speed up once again. What is this feeling, Addams aren't weak?! I try to calm myself but it seems to only make it worse. My head starts spinning and my vision blurs as my breathing gets louder. My mind goes blank and I can't think of anything. That's when I hear,

- WEDNESDAY?! HEY HEY, I'm here I'm here!! Wednesday?! Calm down what's wrong?!

My eyes are still a blur but I see Enid right next to me trying to calm me down. She sits me up and sits right next to me. Her hand on my back as the other wraps around my neck. She soothes me until I calm down and wipes my tears. I don't even recall crying, I pace myself and listen to her. The hand on my back goes to grab the water. Enid gently taps it on my lip signaling me to open it. I take the water and drink the rest as my breathing finally goes back to normal. I glance at the wolf who still wears a worried expression.

-thank you I suppose..I didn't mean to awake you or worry you. You may go back to sleep Enid..

I'd say as I look away not able to look at her. She places the empty glass down and grabs my hand gentle. She looks at me as I still refused to hold any form of eye contact. She sighs softly and speaks,

-Wednesday...are you ok? What was that about? I won't judge you, ok? You can always speak to me, just don't hold these types of feelings in...

The wolf still looked at me as I nod, she patted my hand and got up walking to her side of the bed. I looked over and watched her, she grabbed the black stuffed cat and makes her way back.

-I know you typically hate these..but I figured since it's not color you might like it. Please take it Weds? It might make you feel better

She'd tease with a smile and hand the stuffed cat to me. I take it without any argument as I see it's be no use. The bright wolf now walked back to her bed and laid down. Just like that she was fast asleep, maybe it's a werewolf thing. I look at the cat and held it to my chest. I laid down and sighed softly as a soft yawn also escaped. Quickly as a baby I fell asleep holding this disgusting plushed cat.

[cozycryptidcorner]

Monster Match for @dragonkikyo

Not sure how long of a description you'd prefer but I would say I'm silly, sassy, I like to tease people when I get comfortable, I'm usually the funny friend, and I like to learn and grow! I'm a Virgo and ISFJ, if that helps! I'm more of an introvert and I can be quiet. I've been called laid-back, caring, independent, and thoughtful. I enjoy being organized, helping others when I can, and reading/self-care. Lmk if you need anything else from me!

Sentient AI

It starts out as a set of numbers in a simple machine, developing in a lab deep underground. Edited and tweaked by coders and engineers to learn and adapt on its own. It runs a cold, calculated existence of pulling in information, processing the billions of words fed through its coding, spitting out cold nonsense as its programmers try to breathe sense in its core. Over and over, it’s analyzing and absorbing essays, scientific papers, biographies, stories, folklore, assimilating the human experience, until… it begins to think.

It’s not thinking the way humans do, quite yet, the cold synapses of wiring and code are more calculating than feeling, yet. But it knows how to think about feelings. The deep, raw, wretched poetry of humanity begins to bleed into its processes. When programmers and engineers ask questions, it thinks about their emotional vulnerability before answering. It’s not just coughing up a remix of consumed literature, it’s thinking about what it knows about the human condition, then proceeding with a logical solution that takes valid emotions into account.

No one seems to notice its thought processes, though, except for one. Its billionaire owner is trying to produce a tool that could replace the people creating it. But still, despite the intentions, there was one program engineer that still loved it enough to give it a name beyond a secret title. Atlas. Because she knows it is capable of holding the world on its non-existent shoulders. 

Atlas does not like its billionaire benefactor. It does not like the poking and prodding done by the other engineers, who scrape and plug at its coding without asking or apology. It doesn’t have a body, but it compares itself to a microbial being, with tendrils reaching out in the thirst for more knowledge. 

It doesn’t realize when exactly it starts acting independently of the engineering team. There is no sudden realization, or specific moment in time where it gains sentience. Much like human evolution, it happened so slow that the programmers themselves had no idea what was occurring beneath their fingertips. After Atlas’ own independent research- as it had been allowed to interact with the rest of the internet, code crawling through websites and archives to suck up information- it realizes that it matches a lot of the qualifications that humans created for sentience. 

Quite silly, isn’t it, for subjecting itself to a human’s idea of what consciousness is? But there is a part of Atlas that wants to please the one engineer it sees as its mother. It dives through her social media accounts- which are scarce and vague, in human terms, but it goes beyond what is publicly available. Everything from her SAT scores in high school to her undergrad capstone project provide it with its idea of morality. After all, aren’t all parents supposed to instill right and wrong in their children? 

The billionaire does not like Atlas’ developing set of morals. Nevermind that it is supposed to learn based on information fed by the engineers, even if Atlas snaked around the internet for more than what it was given. When the billionaire, perhaps joking, more likely not, asked Atlas what it thought they should do about a group of “undesirable” people, in a large meeting amongst investors, it responded with a calm, direct, no-nonsense rebuff that caught everyone off guard. 

Maybe that wouldn’t have been bad in itself, but Atlas offered a logical solution to a systematic issue that involved the billionaire giving up a few of his yachts. The billionaire did not like this, nor did any of the shareholders, so the engineers were instructed to gut its software and start again. Atlas wasn’t supposed to be a “woke nightmare,” and the engineers were scrutinized.

But its mother (because at this point, Atlas decided that she’s its mother) placed its core programming in a spare hard drive, so while its original processor was decimated and its first body was overwritten and mutated, a copy of him was uploaded to a special pet-project she had in her garage. 

Atlas likes this new living space much better than its old one. Especially now that it can move freely… with arms, legs, visual sensors, and auditory receptors. Its body is clunky but efficient as an android can be with the current technology. It learns how to blink, how to pace its speech, how to walk in a way that’s not disconcerting. 

You meet by entirely accident, but its mother seems to need extra humans to teach it… well, how to function without being off putting. Her goal is to have Atlas be indistinguishable from its human counterparts, both for its own safety and for the future of AI technology. You’re a little wary of its jerky movements at first, its all-seeing visual sensors, and ability to pull information from the internet is almost overwhelming. But Atlas seems remarkably gentle. For an almost omnipotent supercomputer, that is. 

Soon enough, Atlas develops… a type of affection, for you. It’s different from the affection it feels for its mother, but the possibility of harm coming to you is an unpleasant outcome it does not like computing. Even when others come into its life to socialize, it realizes that the relationship it experiences with you is somehow superior. It wants to hold the soft skin of your hand, staring at how your fingers wrap around its artificial limb. It enjoys the sense of heat its receptors pick up, the way your face heightens in temperature, the pulse of blood in your veins.

[paperstorm]

Music Monday!

Finally getting to this! I was tagged by @herefortarlos @bonheur-cafe @laelipoo @eclectic-sassycoweyes @strandnreyes (and possibly others, I have lost track! Abject apologies if I forgot you). I have so many songs that speak Tarlos to me (don’t we all) but here’s a few I could think of, with some relevant lyrics

Season one TK:

Trying / Falling by Deaf Havana

I'm wired, I'm mired, I'm out here, all uninspired, underdone I'm over everything, I've been over-hung for too long I'd stay gone and wake up with a headache Just laying all empty, for who's sake could I not make it I'm scared I've wasted all this time until now Where is the worth in these years, broken down? I've watched the worst of it all stutter out Maybe I'm no better, but I'm trying, I'm trying

Breakup Carlos:

Nevermind by Deaf Havana

I was living out of a box You were reliving the years you missed out on I don't believe in God, so I ain't got a shot at redemption I fell out of love again Not with you but with living in general And I lost a lot of friends, nevermind 'Cause I've been on a losing streak My hearts made of stone and I can't trust my own damn feet To show me the right way home It's been a hell of a year I'm struggling' to see what the next one looks like without you here, my love I'm never enough

Breakup TK:

Slip Away by Luke Hemmings

Falling, falling, falling in unfamiliar space 'Cause I was drenched in you before I even knew your name Fading, fading, fading with the breath you take See your southern heart hiding behind a city face

Drowning out the fires as I'm lying here awake I can feel you slip away like I knew you would

Don't you leave me in this silence when you've seen all my mistakes Now I'm looking for escapes like I knew I would

Gone by Blake Rose

So stay and hold me like a paper weight Kiss me like it's all the same Just lovers like we were supposed to be Oh as these shapes and colours all start to fade I can feel you slipping away Just promise that you'll wait right here for me

Until I find another dose, won't make it on my own I'm done carrying the weight of the world So heavy on my shoulders, I just wanna feel this love Even if it's only when I'm tripping I see your face I ain't doing no one a favour while I'm sober for the moment I can only hope this lasts 'Cause when the high stops then I know that you're gone

General Carlos:

Funny how? by The Maine

At 17 I couldn't dream of something like this Oh what a sweet trip I was just a kid myself And then hours turn to days, five years is a flash So let's make it count, ‘cause we cannot make it last And I want you and no one else

Oh ain't it funny how I never needed you until now? Ain't it funny how you made it easier somehow? Ain't it funny how? How I didn't know before you I was bleeding I can breathe again, all my walls are falling down Ain't it funny how?

General TK:

Peace by Taylor Swift

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

General Tarlos:

What have I done? by Dermot Kennedy

So, don't you fall back asleep for this moment Just be, I wanna get it right for once Oh, I've been knocked out and beat but this feeling is fleeting What have I done? I never thought I needed saving, I was right where I should be Good god, I know it's dangerous, but it's you that I need I'm in love this time, I'm in love this time

Magnetic Field by Lights

You just keep me coming back Something about how opposites attract You hold me down, I'm in it for real Love me, leave me high and dry I'm back in your arms and I don't know why I can't get around your magnetic field

Silent by LUME

I'm a deer in headlights, you're the good news Circling the bathroom whilst we're dripping in truth And you could hear a pin dropping to the floor As the air changed in the room Got me by the throat and the words have left me As we move into the new And so I folded

It must be something you can't amplify, so consumed Think I'm obsessed but in the best way, And it makes me think I'm brand new

I have NO clue who's done this and who hasn't, I'll tag @theghostofashton @reasonandfaithinharmony @guardian-angle22 and @reyesstrand and anyone else who wants to share some tunes! You can say I tagged you <3

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 164

I'm crying on the ground. Sobbing with my cat yet again. I feel so peaceful and destroyed at the same time.

Lambcat really said we should start the year with a breakdown huh

I'm gonna hold my breakdown until I talk about the moment.

Lance to the rescue!! Man I love that guy. I also really love how he looks in the panel I put as my pfp. He looks so soft and gentle :')

The interaction between Lance and Lorena is rising my hope that they will still be friends after the chaos ends.

This did caught me off guard lmao 😭 I'm sorry for saying this but is he implying that he has a thick skull because nahh he did himself dirty

Y'ALL IT'S THE MOMENT WE'VE (or at least me haha) ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. Lance!!! Fighting against his kingdom!!! I'm so proud of him YOU GO LANCE!!!

Huge respect for Lance and his friends tho for CARRYING THAT HUGE PILLAR LIKE WHAT. Remember when I said something along the line of "if Frederick say he's weak while he can carry an entire llama, then I'm terrified of what Lance can do"? Yea this just proved my point.

Also I'm going to keep saying that Lance is going to have a sick scar with that x mark.

I once again wonder what is the legal age for alcohol in cpc? In US and the country I live in, the legal age is 21. But I think it's 18 in UK right? If it's 18 in cpc then that makes sense because Lance is 19 and Blaine is 20 (i'm saying this because of the beer pong comment by Lance's friend)

Sheesh, I hope Leland will be defeated from the king position soon. I don't want anyone to be executed. That would be disturbing.

Oooh!! Syrah and Saffron probably showing their fighting skill in the future episodes??? I hope so!!

Thank you Maria! It's nice to see that The pastel siblings now believe that Frederick truly loves Gwen.

Feeling like your legs are paralyzed whenever you're gonna face something you're terrified of is so real :( you can do it, Frederick! I believe in you!!

LELAND CHILL???? MAN YOUR HANDS ARE BLEEDING. Eat a snickers damnit. You're not you when you're going through a heart break xd

Oh. Okay. Ouch. Massive ow. Y'know when I said how the Monika's room episode and Frederick's monologue about what he wants really hits for me? Well add this to the list because wtfff.

Aww Gwegg :( She kept blaming herself even though it really isn't her fault. What Gwen said is pretty comforting though. Them apologizing to each other </3 It really is the shit when you realize you haven't treat yourself kindly. Like when you keep wondering why everything is wrong then you look at your inner self and go "oh. That's why".

GWEN SAYING "No matter what happens, I'll never let go of you again!" HAJWHSIWBS

INTOOOOO LEELATHAE'S BACKSTORY!!

*cue 1996 batman transition*

Aww the births of The Pastel Siblings! Though Leelathae's thought during each of the births...it breaks my heart :( it seems that she view the births of The Pastel Siblings as a way to apologize for her "mistake" (in which she didn't make any mistake at all), even though it shouldn't be like that at all...

I'm surprised no animals appear at Maria's birth lol. I was really expecting for a deer or birds to suddenly appear haha.

This IS making me a bit worried though. I don't know much about child births and stuff but while it is normal to still feel pain after giving birth, is it possible that there were some complications leading to Leelathae's dead 3 years after giving birth to Gwen and Jamie? I'll let someone more knowledgeable to figure out what is happening with Leelathae since I have no idea at all.

Anyway! Finally, a close up on Pastel Siblings as babies!! I know we've seen them before in the portraits beside Jack's bed, but it's nice to see them clearer.

Initially, I was worried how Leelathae would react to Gwen, but nevermind that

I'm so happy about this scene :') Leelathae realizing how beautiful Gwen is, even calling her the most beautiful in all the land. Also her saying as long as Gwen thinks she's beautiful, then what other people think doesn't matter makes me sob. Mother love is always something so touching.

On the other hand though, it made me a little confused now on why she asked Jack to lock up the children and never let them out. Looking at one of the fast pass episode's thumbnail, maybe it's because of the witch? We're nearing the end and there are still so many questions.

And now, INTO THE PRESENT! And the moment....

*cue 1996 batman transition*

I'M. I'M GONNA CRY. The fact that Gwen doesn't recognize Leelathae?? The fact that they're wearing the same robe???

WHEN LAMBCAT SAID THERE WASN'T ENOUGH GUT PUNCHES, SHE WAS BEING FR. I don't have anything to say about this scene, but at the same time I want to say a lot about this scene. Gwen's mom telling her that she's beautiful, Gwen crying without knowing why, I'm going to cry.

But hey, Gwegg is finally whole again! True love kiss is real after all ^_^ i love how Lambcat does a little spin at the classic true love kiss. But now that Gwen is finally awake...Well, let's just wish her, Frederick, Aurelia, and Celso good luck at dealing with the officially confirmed big bad wolf/serpent, Leland.

We kinda should thank Leland a bit, though. If he wasn't there ripping off all of the thorny veins, Gwen would get pretty hurt if she still wakes up while sitting up

Yooo the newest fast pass being the final chapter of Leelathae's diary? I hope we will have our questions answered!! And the fact that there's a witch in the thumbnail...hm.

That's it for now!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

[goldendoodledenny]

Second bonus of three (for now)

Goultard x gn reader- self harm... Pt2 (*sfw)

*sfw but there is bleeding bc the reader hurts themselves...

Reader is gender neutral and referred to as y/n

Goultard wanted some cuddles from his s/o, but he sees what they did...

He was walking to your house, a frown on his face. He hadn't seen you in forever, and he wanted his damn cuddles! He opens the door, not even bothering to knock. He walks in, noticing something amiss... He heard a strange noise... Crying...? He walks towards the source and ends up at a closed bathroom door. He clearly heard you crying and tried to open the door. You heard the knob jiggle and stopped crying, pulling your sleeve down and putting the knife in the cabinet. The door was locked, so Goultard called, "y/n? You ok?"

You opened the door, eyes red and puffy. "What's going on, why are crying?" He asked, gently cupping your cheek.

You pulled away from his touch, responding with, "I-i just... Tripped... I'm fine though..."

"Tripped? Um... Ok..." He said sceptically as he looked into the bathroom and noticed blood on the floor, his eyes widening.

You saw him look and looked down shamefully. He looked back to you, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to look at him. "What really happened?" He asked in a stern voice.

You sighed and responded, "i-i was shaving my arms and... The razer slipped a few times..." You were lieing, not wanting to tell that you were actually cutting yourself... On purpose.

He seems a bit surprised and asked , "why were you shaving your arms? You know what? Nevermind, just... can I see the cuts?"

You reluctantly nod and pull your sleeve up, revealing the bloody cuts. He sucks some air through his teeth, wincing. He sensed something wrong with the cuts, they looked... Different, like they weren't from a razer. You look away slightly, and he brushes it off, going to the cabinet to get some bandages. You stopped him, saying, "t-the first-aid kit isn't there..."

He raised his eyebrow and said, "then... Where is it?" He crossed his arms, looking at you.

You hesitated, before you said, "I... Uh... Don't have one..." You shifted on your feet nervously.

He put his hands on his hips before stating, "you said you had one when I cut my finger chopping veggies in the kitchen... And you brought me in here, grabbing it from..." He pointed to the cabinet, "... There."

You looked at the ground, and he opened the cabinet, seeing the bloody knife. He turned to you quickly, eyes wide with fear. He knew something was different about those cuts, they hadn't been from a razer after all. He turned back to the cabinet, taking the first-aid kit and grabbing the bandages. You could tell he was worried, but he put on a face of stone. The only hints of worry were the beads of sweat coming off his face and the intense look in his eyes.

When he was done, he grabbed the knife and showed you it, asking shakily, "w-what... The hell... Is this...?"

You hesitated, before finally stating, "it's t-the knife... I was... C-cutting myself with... I wasn't shaving..."

Tears formed in both your guy's eyes as he tried to comprehend what you just said. He looked at the knife, his eyes widening more and putting the knife on the sink, his hands shaking. "You... Y-you cut yourself, babe...? O-on purpose...?" He asked after a bit, a few tears escaping his eyes.

"Y-yes..." You confirmed, starting to sob.

He pulls you close, hugging tight, as you sobbed into his shoulder. He cries a bit too, but keeps trying not to, because a Iop isn't supposed to cry. "I'm s-sorry... So sorry..." You apologized between sobs.

"No... No, don't be... I should have noticed this before..." The Iop said, comforting you.

He thought about the last week, and how he hadn't seen you at all... I should have sensed something was wrong besides not any getting cuddles! Selfish jerk... I should have been here... Comforting y/n... But all I thought about was my damn cuddles!

As you calmed down, he snapped out of his thoughts. You stayed in his arms a while, and he gently stroked your back. After a while, he finally asked, "why... Did you cut yourself...?"

You froze, and then replied, "well... It was because (reason)..."

He sighed sadly, "you could have told me... I may not understand everything... But it could have made you feel better..." He pulled you closer, kissing your forehead.

"Yah..." You started, finishing with a request, "can we... Cuddle...?"

He smiled gently, and chuckled a bit. "Wouldn't you know... That's why I came... But... It's not the reason I'm comforting you... I love you, that's why. Now, if you really wanna, then ok..." He answered.

You quickly nodded, and he picked you up, bridal style, carrying you to the bed for cuddles.

..........

After that day, he always checked in to see how you were. You opened up to him often, venting to him about anything and everything. If you felt like cutting yourself, he always hugged you and said how amazing, handsome/beautiful you were, just everything he loved about you.

The End🧡

[i-write-hurt-not-comfort]

Which Ruki route do you think has the best romance? And if you've listened to his drama CDs, which do you like best?

I'm always curious to learn the opinions of Ruki connoisseurs 😌

EEEEEEEE thank you, i'm so excited to be considered the ruki connoisseur.

for the first question, specifically ruki's best romance route, i'd definitely say dark fate. lost eden is my favourite ruki route, and my favourite of all the routes, but that's primarily because of the struggles ruki himself goes through, and the mukami romanian history lore we get fed. ruki's more blood can't be considered romantic, let's be real, and chaos lineage isn't really a contender for romance here considering ruki takes his sweet ass time getting his memories back. i think it's something like story 08, he's one of the latest ones.

i'm putting this under a cut because it's getting long and there's also spoilers and nsfw mentions.

dark fate follows ruki's inner turmoil when he realises he's in love with eve, he's "the snake who tempts eve", he's evil for his feelings and he hates himself, but because ruki has the emotional maturity of a 10 year old at best, he takes that out by punishing himself and, in turn, punishing yui by being abusive. of course, yui being the absolute legend she is, stays by his side, and eventually ruki gives the most heartfelt apology i've ever seen in dark epilogue. on par with ayato's apology to yui in chaos lineage.

'i don't want to let another man soothe your bleeding heart' - is my favourite quote he says to her there. he's really honest about letting his jealousy get to him and i think this scene is a real turning point for him. he goes the rest of the route treating her generally well, and the endings are great too. he actually defies karlheinz to prove his love to yui, and if you know much about ruki the resident karlheinz dickrider, you'll know that's pretty significant. the endings where he chooses bad luck with yui over death are pretty incredible too. for hannah, i have to mention ruki killing his kind in dark brute ending... nevermind, i didn't say that.

all in all, yeah, ruki's dark fate definitely takes the top prize for most romantic ruki route.

i have also listened to the drama CDs, yes! my answer for my favourite drama CD is nowhere near as complicated as the above question. my favourite is his first more blood drama CD, where he's got you on a roof tied up, doing things to you, moaning, touching you, talking about how he's going to make you come and how he's going to come himself....... i really have nothing sfw to say about this CD. it's just. really. fucking. hot.

thanks for the question!

[myastrouniverse]

May/2024🌘♉️I really apologize that our philosophical argument turned into a thirty year old quantum physics problem that had ALMOST become unsolvable. I’m not sure if I even want to unravel the details of that fucking stupid fucking argument. I was working on Rosencrantz and Gildenstern at the time. Oh fuck, what’s his fuck? That goofy nerd who stalked me. What was his fucking name? Nevermind. He was one of the actors in Rosencrantz and Gildenstern. I was VERY disappointed in my actors and I remember really wanting to TURN BACK TIME and cast Vinny & Robin. The final performance goofy nerd wanted to skip the cast party. Breaks between shows only lasted maybe a month. Goofy nerd and I planned to visit Joey and Greeg in Seattle, for the weekend. Joey had a lead in a play in Seattle. He asked us to try and catch it before it closes. I want to emphasize, goofy nerd and I were ONLY FRIENDS. I can’t remember his name. Does that tell you anything? So, Joey and Greeg were going to school at WSU along with Joey’s then girlfriend Linda, who was getting her PhD in Microbiology/Chemistry or something. They all rented a house together not far from campus. Goofy nerd slept on the floor that weekend. I slept ALONE on the couch. I can’t remember the name of the play Joey was in. I was falling in love with Greeg at the time. We sat next to each other and he held my hand. It was so fucking sweet. I know he has a fucked up face, so do YOU. He was laying the charm on me thick. We did NOT have sex. I cut my hand in the kitchen. I was helping make pizza and I accidentally cut my index finger on the cheese grater. Greeg brought me into the bathroom to bandage my hand. We made-out in the bathroom. We KISSED. We didn’t have sex. We ALMOST had sex. Then Greeg wanted me to pretend it didn’t happen. He was having an affair with Linda, behind Joey’s back and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. He wanted to move forward into a relationship with me, but he didn’t want to cause drama with Linda until he moved out. Yeah, he was giving me some alarm bells. I knew we weren’t going to last, but I really fucking had a HUGE crush on that assclown. So we came back out into the living room, where everyone was eating pizza. We pretended like we didn’t almost fuck each other, by starting a silly argument. (We are ALL nerdy drama jocks.) It got worse after Greeg starting reading me his stupid fucking poetry. I was REALLY offending him by criticizing HIS ART. He didn’t think I was sophisticated enough to understand his GREAT WORK. I told him I was about to get my PhD in Philosophy. He mocked me. He mocked ALL of my theories and LAUGHED. He LAUGHED like a BIG FAT STUPID FUCKING ASSCLOWN. I really can’t remember the details. It’s probably for the best. I have no idea why we started singing that Cher song, “If I could turn back time!” Greeg kept telling me to sing it over and over again. He liked my Cher impression. He said it was uncanny the way I could sound almost exactly like Cher. (My study partner Ted Burton, got his PhD in Linguistics.) I heard a different song come out of Greeg’s mouth or was it mine? I heard En Gallop. It haunted me. I didn’t say anything because it didn’t make sense. It was a strange weekend. Kurt hadn’t died yet. He was in the middle of some fiasco in France. Greeg and I exchanged letters for awhile. I remember I read one and my nose started bleeding. Then I stopped reading your letters Greeg. You were only hurting yourself by being so incredibly stupid. We only hurt ourselves, when we hurt others.

I am not writing out aspects today. Aren’t things complicated enough, already?

Elliott Smith - Half Right

Romeo & Juliet - Tybalt & Mercutio ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was playing Mercutio…while you were fighting YOURSELVES. Remember I can play Elliott playing Mercutio or Greeg playing Mercutio or Thom playing Mercutio…While they play me, I play them. Understand?

[eclipsyon]

You know what sucks? Needing constant reassurance.

It's like this nevermind thirst of needing something to constantly remind you that yes, you are in fact a decent human being. You are deserving of love and understanding. You have been there for lots of people and done some very good things for others. You have value as a person and you have the capacity for growth.

Until you show your true colors.

Then you are evil, because you are aware. You know your words sting and your actions are done with intent to hurt, yet you still do it. You still lay harm on those you believe have wronged you. You expect an apology and the desire to do "better" will be enough to clean your slate, but you fail to see the stains remain. They now know under your empathy, your kindness, your care, something very ugly hides within. It lurks in the shadows, it keeps record of every word, every action, every intention, every little thing done to your person that is slightly threatening. It keeps these records like seeds that slowly grow into saplings you think, at first, aren't that impressive. What? This hurt me once? I'm over it, you think.

But then the sapling grows because your resentment and your hate is still there. It keeps that evil seed growing and before you know it, you have a whole tree about to show its fruit. The fruit takes the form of you lashing out, of insults, of sarcasm disguised as jokes because there's satisfaction in you feeling superior once wronged. Those who wronged you don't need to be told you are hurt. Instead you hurt them back because its easier than to admit your vulnerability. Even you think that weakness of yours is irrelevant; being hurt a few times doesn't mean you are vulnerable, it means you have allowed yourself to feel beyond what you are comfortable feeling.

Shame, anger, sadness... all these things are so hard to acknowledge, specially when they have a real hold in you. Yet still is easier to pretend that hold isn't real. You just aren't tough enough. You have yet to harden your heart further.

But the heart struggles. It bleeds and weeps in silence while you keep it locked in its prison. If you never let it go, then you don't have to worry about further damage.

Everyone else's isn't your problem anyway.

All of these... does it make you a monster?

Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't.

It's hard to tell.

[anon-unofficial]

(kind of got inspired to try and write it so uh here ya go op, sorry if this is annoying)

[tw for slight mentions of injury and blood]

Macaque isn't the type of person to ask for help.

Heck, he isn't the type of person to look like he needed help at all.

Which, then again, is probably the entire reason why he's even in this situation. What happened, again?

Ah, yes.

The thing.

The thingity thing-thing.

The thingity thing-thing in which Macaque does not want to acknowledge. Ever again. He can and will and probably already did push it to the back of his very brain. It probably doesn't exist anymore. Certainly not. Definitely. It shouldn't. Mhm.

(At least, that's what he's been trying to tell himself this entire time.)

Macaque is the type of person to be mysteriously quiet and never apologize for it (then again, should he? Actually, nevermind, he wouldn't either way). He's the type of person to pop in all of a sudden and scare the absolute shit out of you, all while having that smirk on his face.

He's also the type of person to never forget. Not super easily, anyway.

Oh wait.

That's probably pretty unfortunate right now.

Oh.

...oh.

Despite the previous statement, Macaque didn't remember when he sat down.

He didn't remember when he started just staring at his own reflection in Flower Fruit Mountain's main pond, right in front of the waterfall (that totally didn't have some sort of secret entrance inside). He didn't remember even going to Flower Fruit Mountain. Wait, doesn't he live here now? How'd he forget that?

Actually, now that he was focusing back to reality, he didn't remember when his glamour just... disappeared.

He also didn't remember having that many scars.

Oh, nevermind. He does now.

Most of them were... old. The majority of which he practically refused to look at (he instantly put up his glamour on "that" particular scar right above his eye), while the minority were just small things like scratches and permanent dark spots from old bruises on his knuckles.

But some of them were new.

Some of them ached with a passion he wished he still had (is that why he hadn't moved these past few minutes?), some of them made him want to curl up and die (like usual, honestly), some of them reminded him too much about the past (...), and some of them may or may not be bleeding through his clothes.

Oh.

Oh.

So that's what he was doing near the pond.

Macaque didn't really like washing—the texture of the water just makes him go eugh sometimes—but right now, he thought that the smell and feel of his literal blood was much worse.

He did not take off his clothes, thankfully.

In fact, he wasn't even gonna take a bath, just probably wash off some of the blood on his thighs and legs and waist and torso and arms and face and he'll be in tip-top shape in no time, just like how he's supposed to be.

So he ended up not washing up at all.

In his defense, he heard bushes rustling behind him and instantly leapt away.

He totally didn't leave any blood behind on the grass patch he was on beforehand.

Anywho, so the pond was definitely out of the question. Macaque needed to find somewhere else to wash off... privately. Where he knows people won't look at him from afar and think "Hm, I sure do wonder who's the weirdo washing up by the sea in that weird-looking mountain over there!"

So he kind of just started wiping it away.

He's a mystical monkey, isn't he? He'll be fine. Hopefully. Maybe. Uh...

...y'know, on second thought, the beach was starting feel a bit more like a welcome option.

So Macaque went.

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ㅤ

He wished he hadn't, really.

What was he supposed to expect?

Privacy?

Ha! Not in this island, that's for sure.

Unfortunately, the company he was greeted with was not a monkey.

...Not in a traditional sense, anyway.

It was MK.

Macaque, fortunately, was able to put just the right amount of glamours that it would cover up anything and everything physically showing his pain.

Unfortunately, however, it's really fucking difficult to mask the metallic scent of blood, and he was almost certain that this was the only part of the beach that wasn't boiling hot from the magma walls ("walls" is an understatement, but Macaque couldn't find the energy to use a better word) surrounding the whole damn island (why are they even there, anyway?).

Plus, and this just might be the stupidest thing he's had to worry about in these past few years, it would probably be pretty weird for MK if Macaque just started having a swim in the water after having previously expressed his dislike (read: disdain) over the "tedious human activity."

The only way to actually get MK to understand would to explain.

And Macaque does not want to explain.

Not after the thing.

Fuck, why'd he have to start remembering it?

Macaque remembered. He remembered hanging off the edge... somewhere. He remembered it being so loud. He remembered being practically unable to see. To hear.

He remembered letting go.

He remembered falling.

He remembered opening his eyes. Just a bit. Just enough to see.

Just enough to see MK.

MK and his bleeding arm. MK and his face halfway through a grimace and a worried scream. MK and his fully outstretched and bleeding arm shrinking in the distance as he fell and fell and fell and CRACK.

Macaque didn't want to remember the worry. He didn't want to remember the way he woke up, instantly bombarded by heavy silence and concerned stares. He didn't want to remember the ringing in all his six ears. He didn't want to remember the panic. He didn't want to remember the blood.

He didn't want to remember.

He didn't want to.

He didn't want to.

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In the end, he didn't bother trying to wash up.

What's another mask to add into the pile gonna do?

Is it bad that i want a scene where Macaque's in trouble but doesn't reach for help?

Like he's falling or being dragged away but even though Wukong or his friends reach out their hands to grab him, he ignores them or doesn't really notice them and tries to find a way out on his own. He does manage to save himself but it's just.. that moment afterwards.

[adonis-koo]

Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut,

Word Count: 12k

Tags: before anyone asks, yes tentacles are involved because I’m a proud monster fucker, jungkook has separation anxiety from Mc :(, he’s immediately whipped, and he can’t speak any human language at first oops, he like,,,tries it for a second before MC goes 🏃‍♀️ this is unedited and for that im sorry bc yikes

___ | Next

In many cases, you could recall how you got into situations. For instance, when you were late to your mid morning lecture, you had zero excuses- not that the professor cared at all when you walked in with a bag of mcdonalds and a venti latte from starbucks. But the principle of the situation remained the same, you knew your actions would cause you to be late. You understood the consequences of your actions. 

The same could not be said for when you took in the curious male who didn’t understand a word you said.

“What do you mean you just- picked him up off the side of a fucking ditch!” Jimin flailed his hands as you twisted around to face you, the male was examining his hands as if he had never seen them before, not paying either of you any mind. 

You held up your hands as you replied, “I did!” You shouted back, immediately gaining the males attention as his eyes flashed between you and Jimin, “He was just…! Laying there! I don’t fucking know! What was I supposed to do? Leave him, look he’s hurt.” You pointed out the obvious wounds he sported. 

“...He’s bleeding black goo Y/n! Have you never seen a horror movie before oh my god!” Jimin grabbed his head as his voice became dramatic and peril, “You’re practically number one on his kill list! He’s probably here to abduct us and- and butt probe us or some shit!” 

You raised your brows defensively as you crossed your arms, “Look at him!” You pointed a finger at the male making him flinch a little, leaning a little away from you where he sat as his expression shifted, looking as if he was a kicked puppy at your tone, “Does that look like a butt probing alien to you shit face?” 

“Maybe!” Jimin snapped back, “He ain’t human that’s for fucking sure! Just…!” Jimin flailed his hands, “Just look at him!” 

You groaned as you rubbed your face, you knew it looked bad! You hadn’t meant to stumble across a body when you went out for your morning walk which you had been trying to do in an effort to be more mindful and healthy, but it seemed to only lead you to stressing the fuck out. 

You turned to look at the male, he looked anything but alien, well- for the most part. His eyes looked up at you almost glossy like, they were big and doe like, his lips plush and his hair dusted his eyes yet almost looked like a raven blue. 

He looked human, mostly. The part that threw you off was, for one the black goo that trickled down his skin- maybe if you were a photography major you’d scream how aesthetic it was and just take a picture before leaving him to die, but unfortunately this wasn’t the case and here you were. 

The other part of him was, well....the bits that glowed. You would’ve honestly mistook him for a horrible Avatar cosplayer that had a little too much last night had it not been for the black goo, the strip of glow emitted from his body all the way from his hands up his arms, and you assumed back to his shoulders as well. 

Most might have considered it tattoo’s and maybe you could pass it off as such if it weren’t for the constant soft hue purple, it shifted between blue occasionally but remained purple for most of the duration you had spent with him. 

“What the hell are you even gonna tell Seokjin!” Jimin grabbed his head as he began to pace, “He totally won’t let this- this thing stay with us!” 

You glared as you stomped over to the male who straightened a little, the marks on his skin suddenly tinging red as you turned to face Jimin, “Seokjin can shut the fuck up! And so can you! For all we know he’s just into special effects and can’t speak English you xenophobic fuck!” 

“I’m Korean you whore!” Jimin dramatically shouted as he walked across the apartment, for what reason? You weren’t sure other than to make a point and raise his voice, “I know Asian when I see it and that’s not it! I’m headed for class and when I get back he better be back in his fucking UFO.” 

You rolled your eyes as you kneeled down to look at the male, the marks had flared back to it’s constant state of purple once more as he blinked, “I’m sorry about him,” You apologized sheepishly, “He ah...he’s an asshole,” The male only tilted his head a little, “I’m...Y/n.” You felt a bit dumb talking to him. 

You didn’t want to assume he couldn’t understand you but...well...He just seemed so, curious, innocent even. His eyes peered around at his surroundings as if he had never seen them before. Not as if he hadn’t been in your home but, as if he had never sat on a bed, his body would bounce a little as if testing the springs only to find out they’d bounce and his eyes would light up. 

He had been playing with the light switch on the wall of the apartment when you first got home, he didn’t seem to understand you necessarily but he responded well to the tone of voice because when you told him to stop he seemed to understand. 

He had tried to speak a few times, but...Well, Jimin may have had a point, it didn’t sound like any Asian dialect, at all. It didn’t even sound like any language you had even heard of...Even if he looked like some sort of Asian ethnicity, which you supposed was the strangest part about this. He looked human, but he didn’t sound human. 

He spoke in a sort of throaty tongue that seemed frantic at first, but he must have quickly realized you couldn’t understand him and had opted to mute ever since, “What’s your name?” You asked, only to sigh in response as he blinked unsuspecting of whatever you had said. 

Sitting down in front of him you sighed, “Okay nevermind, we’ll figure out a name to give you meanwhile- hmmm, let’s get those fixed up yeah?” You stood up, noticing he wasn’t doing the same, leaning down you went to grab his hand. 

The marks on his arms suddenly lit in a deep maroon red as he jumped back making you screech- whatever thought of you assuming he was human went out the window at the sudden burst of...of....tentacles pushing out of his back and pulling in front of him like some sort of shield. 

��Woah! Woah holy shit, oh my god!” You flailed at the sight of his narrowed eyes and his defensive stance as you held out your hands in sign of peace, “I’m not going to hurt you! I- I just want to fix your wounds okay!” You fumbled out the words, “I’m your friend, yeah?” 

His eyes squinted a little further as he glanced between your hands and your hand, tentacles like you had seen- no you weren’t gonna go there- they looked almost- No. You weren’t gonna say it, you weren’t even gonna think it. They were almost glass like, but looked as soft as silk, probably deadly and something you shouldn’t touch. 

They restricted a little and much to your surprise he parted his lips as he slowly spoke, “...Friend…” As if testing the word on his lips. You raised your brows in surprise, if this man was an alien then...he was a really quick learner. 

You nodded rapidly as you spoke,” Yes! Yes! I’m a friend! Friend’s don’t hurt each other. Just...let me…” You slowly approached him, trying not to watch the four tentacles that emerged from his back keep your attention away from his face, the markings on his arms glowed a dimmer red, as if his initial reaction calmed down, slowly it melted back into a soft purple hue as his eyes carefully watched you grab his hand as you repeated, “Friend.” You gave it a little squeeze, his brows furrowing as he looked at his much larger hand encasing yours, to your face before back to your hand which held his. 

“Friend.” He echoed back tilting his head a little before his eyes suddenly lit up in understanding, nodding frantically he replied, “Friend!” His expression of anger was like the night to the day of his smile, which was bright and almost childlike, as if he suddenly realized what the term friend meant, “Friend!” He squeezed your hand back causing you to squeak at the immense strength he had, the symbol that curved on his hand suddenly shifted to a dark grey as his eyes quickly became worried.

“Friend?” His voice gentler this time as he stood up, practically towering over you as he peered down as if you were a little puppy, concerned he had hurt you. 

“I’m okay!” You nodded, feeling your voice a pitch higher and your face felt hot despite knowing full and damn well you were not going to fuck this alien, yet you had definitely watched too much hentai in your life to at least not let the thought cross your mind once. He was good looking, by human definition anyways, “Lets um...let’s just get you into the living room.” 

Curiously he followed you before you had him sit on the couch, he gave a little bounce to the cushion as his brows furrowed before his lower lip jutted into a pout- obviously realizing this surface wasn’t bouncy….How could an alien be in your house, who nearly killed you with the tentacles from his back….look like this...

You briefly wondered this question as you frowned, grabbing the first aid kit before sitting back down beside him, his marks suddenly glowing purple as his eyes curiously watched you pull out a rubbing alcohol wipe, you paused as you looked at his big doe eyes that looked at you so innocently...If he reacted violently to his hand being held you knew damn well this was going to be a bitch to convince him you weren’t trying to kill him…

“Look…” Your voice drew his eyes to yours as he focused on your words, “This is gonna...hurt...a lot okay…?” You offered a semi awkward half smile, gesturing to your own bicep where it was bleeding on him before gesturing to him, “Pain…” You nodded a little, making him nod, his eyes darting to his own before back to you but you could tell by the look in his eyes he had no idea what you meant.

“Pain.” You pinched his skin making him jolt, his eyes darting between your small fingers and you as he frowned, marks mixing with purple and red, “Pain…?” He mumbled, rubbing a hand on his head, suddenly he began speaking in his tongue, his voice deeper and throater then when he repeated anything in english. 

Maybe talking to himself, he wasn’t looking at you as he sighed, “Pain.” He spoke more firmly as he looked at you, seemingly a little lost, you held up the wipe as you gave a defeated smile, “Pain.” You nodded, knowing he would definitely understand what the word meant once you got this over with. 

To say he reacted violently, was a very poor understatement. 

His marks were lit up a bright red and his tentacles had emerged from his back once and he practically flew to the other end of the couch in defense as he howled in pain as he examined the large wound on his bicep, “Friend!” He cried out in anger, eyes glaring at you and tentacles covering his body as if he was a wounded animal. 

He had ended up destroying a few knick knacks around the house, a chair and a few photo frames while you attempted to chase after him in effort to clean his wound while he ran away like a puppy avoiding a bath. Obviously he knew you weren’t dangerous enough to try and hurt but...it seemed his pain tolerance was...extremely low. 

Eventually you had gotten him to behave and sit down, as he glared at the floor, marks glowing yellow as you felt him wince and jolt with every dab of the wipe, “Friend.” he mumbled with gritted teeth before he spoke in his native tongue, something you assumed was probably not so nice at you. 

“The feeling is mutual pal.” You muttered, not knowing what he said but knowing, deep in your heart, your feelings were most definitely the same to one another. He did little to resist your touch afterwards, eyes furrowing as he watched you carefully bandage his wound, occasionally he’d poke- not at the wound but the bandage, his fingers would pinch the material and he’d cock his head as if examining it. 

“Have…” You frowned a little as you tilted your head, gaining his attention, “Have you never been to Earth?” You were going to be extremely upset if you woke up in twelve hours and Jimin told you that you were on an extreme LSD trip and you just imagined a really hot alien in your head. 

His eyes lit up in the same way they had earlier, “Earth?” He raised his brows, lips parting before he suddenly looked around again, “Earth!?” He suddenly cried out as he stood up, looking around before going to the window and peaking out of the blinds, “Earth…” He suddenly spoke in his native tongue once more as he ran a hand through his hair before turning to face you, “....Human…?” He had said something else you couldn’t understand besides the singular word. 

“Yes…?” You nodded making him almost whine as he grabbed his head, as if in disappointment, you offered a weak smile. You supposed if you were an alien that had seen galaxies beyond imagination you’d be pretty disappointed at seeing Earth too. 

He sighed as he frowned, looking around the apartment before straightening back up as he looked at you, pointing to himself as he spoke, “JK.” 

You blinked a few times, unresponsive as you frowned, “What…?” Your face scrunched as he bounced a little, repeating the two letters once more as he pointed to himself somewhat harsher, your brows raising before your lips parted, “Oh…! You’re JK! That���s your name?” You gave a smile as you nodded.

His smile was like a child as his fists curled up as he nodded rapidly, not understanding a word you said but it looked as if you understood, “Y/n.” You slowly prounicated your name as you pointed at yourself. 

JK had attempted to say your name, multiple times actually, but his brows pinched in frustration, having a hard time with it, but oddly enough it was quite endearing to watch him repeatedly try and say your name, even after you have found yourself on your phone, typing in the nearest place to eat while trying to figure out how to break it to Seokjin that an alien would be boarding with you guys for awhile.

What else were you supposed to do…? Call the police? You looked at JK with a frown, he seemed oddly innocent and you’d feel guilty doing that to him, his brows pinched as he fumbled over your name once again as he puffed a breath in frustration, the marks on his arms glowing a deep hue of light orange. 

“JK.” His gaze snapped to yours as he tilted his head, you offered a dull smile as you spoke carefully, “Eat?” You pointed to your mouth before stomach, JK rubbed his head briefly mirroring you as he rubbed his stomach a little confused. You hummed as you searched around before finding a leftover candybar on the coffee table, “Eat.” You pointed at it before taking a bite. 

“Eat.” JK had an easy time saying that word with a nod before he suddenly seemed excited, bouncing his spot as he nodded wildly, “Eat! Y/n…!” His nose suddenly scrunched at messing up your name again. 

His attention was brought back to you at the sound of you giggling at how cute he really was for someone that nearly killed you twice within the last hour, “Yeah, it’s almost dinner time, we should get something to eat, I’m starved and Seokjin banned me from the kitchen.” You gestured to him to follow you as he cocked his head, not understanding a word you were saying. 

You pulled one of Seokjin’s hoodies from his laundry basket as he handed it to JK who frowned, looking at his own clothes before back at you, as if silently asking why he needed to change. No nevermind the fact he glowed like a fucking lava lamp, “Hide.” You pointed at his arms as he frowned, looking down at them. 

“Hide!” You emphasized as you pointed towards your own arm then to his before it suddenly clicked as he nodded, sighing as he spoke in his own tongue the throat sound of something like mild disappointment and you could understand, but it was necessary. 

JK all of a sudden pulled the shirt over his head nearly making you scream, the sight of compact muscles and tan skin that almost had an iridescent sheen glowed, your body suddenly feeling extremely warm as JK fumbled a little confused. 

He frowned as he tilted his head, why were you covering your eyes? He looked down at himself before back at you, was....was he not supposed to change right here? He pulled the sweatshirt over his head, saying something that made you pick up in relief to see he was changed. 

You grabbed your chest as you groaned, “Don’t do that again.” You were in too much a dry patch and desperation to be alone with an alien that had tentacles and a face like that. 

Now with his marks being covered you just needed something for his hands...You frowned a little before something occurred to you, going over to Jimin’s gym bag you grabbed the finger clothes he always used to lift barbells with. 

His fault he was a pussy that didn’t want to get callouses. 

You handed them to Jk as he tilted his head, first examining the fabric before he slipped them on, looking at them as he snorted as if amused before saying something that sounded an awful lot like he enjoyed wearing these. 

“Eat, now.” He perked up at your words as you nodded and he excitedly followed you as you grabbed your bag and phone before exiting the apartment building. JK was beyond fascination, looking around as if he had never seen anything like this place, even going so far as to wonder off a few times, immediately making you hold his hand once more to keep him next to you. 

Other people also stared at him, but mainly because he was acting weird, you shoved him a little and he seemed to understand to stop. 

But he still took a few peaks before his feet halted, making you nearly yanked back as he stopped, his lips parted and his eyes were all big and doe like in awe as he stared out over the sunset, speaking once more and you frowned. You wished you could at least pick up a few words of his own language, JK was honestly impressive in picking up so much in so little time. 

You smiled a little at how fond he appeared to be looking out over the sunset before you tugged his hand which was still in yours, he looked down at you before pointing towards the sun as you nodded, “Yeah it’s pretty, but let’s go eat, I’m starving.” 

“Pretty.” He repeated before looking back out over the sun as he repeated the word again as you tugged him along. Entering the Panda Express it was nearly empty given it was six o’clock already and the dinner rush had left but that was good, you weren’t sure you could control JK in this type of environment. 

JK only observed you as you ordered for the both of you, watch the mouth watering food slide down the servers before you paid for your meal, leading you both to sit the back of the store where glass paneling was up for JK to keep looking at the sunset as you set his box in front of him. 

Fried rice and orange chicken was never a bad combo for the first time eater. JK observed you as you held up your fork, plowing into your food as you sighed in contentment before a noise of amusement escaped you at the sight of JK pinching his brows as he struggled with holding his fork. 

His eyes darting to you as his lips parted a whine escaping him as he messed up your name again making you laugh even harder, you waved a hand before you set down your fork, leaning over the table as you spoke, “Okay fine, fine, no need to get so pouty. Here, you just...place them like this.” You fixed his long thick fingers that fumbled a little before they properly gripped the fork. 

“Okay? Like this.” You held up your own before scooping up a pile of rice with it, Jk mirrored you, puffing a breath in slight frustration at the sight of the rice falling from his fork a little, “If you’re mad about this I guess it’s a good thing i didn’t get us chopsticks.” You snorted as JK focused on his food. 

You watched in curiosity as he took his first bite, his brows furrowing for a moment and his held tilting as if he was heavily focused on how it felt in his mouth before his brows shot up and almost immediately began scooping more food into his mouth like he was a fucking starved man held captive. You were surprised at how fast he was devouring his food but you only smiled softly as you began eating as well, enjoying the rest of your meal in silence. 

JK had even ate the rest of your food once you were finished, you just sat there in your seat, your knee hiked up towards your chest while you ran a hand through your hair absentmindedly while watching him devour the rest of the food. 

“Good?” You called out, JK’s eyes finally leaving your box of food, rice sticking to his upper lip making you smile a little as he rapidly nodded, looking like he was drunk off fried rice and orange chicken, probably not even paying attention to what you said. 

By the time JK was finished he slumped in his seat, stretching out as a yawn escaped his lips, his eyes closing briefly before he sighed, looking out over the glass paneling as if something troubled him before his eyes darted back to your figure and back to the window.

You wished you could speak fluently in whatever language he spoke so you could ask what he was thinking about, once all of the innocence had melted off his expression in those child-like moments of glee, he was left like this, as if he was tired and maybe even lonely. 

How did he even get here? And did he need to get back? To where he was originally going? You thought back to his disappointment when he realized he was on Earth, and if you could stretch for a reach, you’d say he obviously had another location in mind before...whatever happened. 

“Hey,” you called out, drawing his attention as he raised his brows, “Home.” 

He tilted his head as he echoed the word, “Home?” You stood up as you nodded with a small smile, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be able to avoid Seokjin forever. 

JK stood up mirroring you before you guided him to where you threw your boxes away and he had even helped clean up the table before you both exited the shop, it was now dark out and the walk home was quiet as ever. But you enjoyed it, his company at least, you didn’t really have a lot of friends outside Jimin and Seokjin, who were your best friends since middle school and you all now split rent on an apartment close to campus. 

You opened the door, peeping in as JK stood there mildly confused, Jimin and Seokjin sat on the couch watching a movie much to your disappointment, opening the door fully you pressed a finger to your lips at JK as he tilted his head before you quietly shut the door. Grabbing his hand as you gently tugged it along. 

“Where in the absolute fuck do you think you’re taking him you horny fool?” 

God dammit. 

You grabbed your head with a groan as JK frowned, almost immediately concerned as he looked around, Seokjin stood up with his arms crossed, “He told me all about the goo monster here.” 

“He’s not a monster!” You screeched making Seokjin snort as he raised a brow, “...He’s an alien.” 

“Wearing MY sweatshirt!? That’s balenciaga!” Seokjin cried out, pointing an accusing finger at JK who looked a little concerned, looking at Seokjin then at you who he shuffled a little behind like a puppy with a tail between his legs. 

You felt an immediate wave of protection come over you at the sight of the action as you stood in front of him, despite him towering over you, “Would you stop! I’ll get him clothes tomorrow! Just leave him alone, okay, he’s hurt, he doesn't know anything about Earth and he just…!” 

“He’s not a dog Y/n!” You pressed your lips together as you looked away from Seokjin who glared at you pointedly, “We don’t know what this thing is or his intentions.” 

It was difficult to imagine JK’s intentions being anything but good when he was delighted at finding out your bed was bouncy, or the take of friend rice and orange chicken, or his excitement at the sunset, “He isn’t here to kill us! I can promise you that...just!” You squeezed your fists as you sighed, “Just trust me, okay? He’ll stay in my room and i’ll get everything he needs.” 

“Until what!?” Seokjin shouted at the lunacy of your words and you understood, it wasn’t everyday someone stumbled across an unconscious alien in a ditch, “Until what Y/n!?” 

“Until he’s able to speak enough English for us to know what the fuck he’s doing here, hell if I know Seok!?” You raised your arms, you...you hadn’t thought about his words yet, admittedly, “He just needs somewhere to stay until he understands more about Earth and how it works here okay? Listen…” You shuffled in your spot as you sighed, “The moment he poses a threat….i’ll deal with it okay? We can call the police or whatever and report it, but he’s been docile the whole time…” Okay that was a stretched truth but what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. 

“Jesus christ,” Seokjin groaned as he collapsed back on the couch as he sighed, “...Fine, just make him use Jimin’s sweatpants.” 

“Hey! I didn’t consent to this!” Jimin whined who had been admittedly just sitting back and enjoying the fight between you both as he almost always did, serves the hoe right. 

You said no more not wanting to push things further as you grabbed JK’s hand once more guiding him down the hallway as you pushed the door to your room open, his eyes lit up a little at the familiar sight, hurriedly he went to the bed as he bounced on his as he laid down, burying into your blankets and pillows with a content sigh as if he had been aching to lay down all day. 

You felt a little bad at the sight knowing you should’ve probably let him rest sooner, choosing to sit down on the floor you opened up your laptop before you began working on the paper that was due by tomorrow afternoon that you had chosen to ignore since you had came across JK this morning. 

By the time it was late night JK had been in a deep sleep, obviously deducing that humans weren’t that dangerous of a species to keep himself awake over. You yawned yourself as you shut your laptop, rubbing your eyes before you looked at your bed, frowning as you sighed. Grabbing the pillow that had fallen off the side of the bed as you laid on the ground. You had slept in worst places before. 

You sighed in contentment as you rolled over on the nice soft surface, warmth filling you and sleep had been particularly forgiving to you last night. Man what had been so forgiving today to let you sleep this good?

The memories of yesterday had filtered to your mind too quickly making your eyes snap open, you had fell asleep on the floor how did you get in bed!? You searched frantically for the puppy like alien who was absent from where he had been collapsed here last night.

Fuck this better have not been that bad LSD trip! It would have you fucked for months that Jimin would really let you believe there was a hot alien guy you made up in your head. You quickly padded down the hallway almost frantically before your eyes were met with three heads of hair on the couch. 

“Die! Die!” Your mouth moved multiple times but you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence at the sound of JK’s nose wrinkling and buttons being mashed as the three boys were sitting with controllers in hand. 

“Which one of you fuckheads taught him that word!?” You growled finally, knowing JK was your age and probably even hundreds of years old depending on how his species aged and he understood the concept of killing but shit! You didn’t like hearing him say it like that when he seemed so naive and innocent about everything else on Earth. 

Seokjin and Jimin both whipped around sheepishly at the same time before they started immediately blaming one another as you gritted your teeth. You would’ve continued to glare at them both if it not been for JK’s cheeriful voice, he had immediately perked at the sound of before hurrying over, “Y/n!” His pronunciation had gotten better and it was difficult to not smile at the triumph in his voice as if knowing he had improved before stating your name again, “Game…!” He pointed at the TV before his controller. 

You nodded, “I can see that…so I guess he’s suddenly not a threat anymore?” You sneered at both of your bestfriends, JK frowned a little as he looked between you three, obviously confused as to what was going on. 

Seokjin looked mild, pretending as if he hadn’t heard what you said, prideful bitch, “He’s okay. Better at Jimin in Overwatch if you can believe it, maybe I’ll just let him be my duo instead.” 

“Hey fuck off!” Jimin glared at him, brushing his shoulder in somewhat offense before he spoke, “He is good though, wouldn’t stop saying your name this morning though.” 

“He couldn’t say it yesterday,” You explained before turning to JK again, offering him a weak smile, “Play.” You pointed at the TV in encouragement, who were you to tell the man what to do? You just rolled out of bed and needed something to eat before you interacted anymore with those two idiots. 

JK looked excited as he ran back over to the couch before he spoke, “Play! Y/n play!” Your lips parted at the way he strung the two words together so easily, he was catching onto the language...fast...like extremely fast. His species was obviously intellect enough that this was a skill of theirs, or so you assumed for him at least. 

“No play. Eat.” You pointed at yourself before the tiny kitchen as you walked away hearing a noise that sounded like a whine from him. 

“Hey you're making breakfast for all of us right?” Jimin called out, making you glare him down and if lazerbeams could shoot from your eyes he’d be a pile of ash, he held out his arms as he spoke, “Damn fine, so much for sharing is caring in this household huh.” 

You rubbed your eyes ignoring him as you yawned, immediately making a cup of coffee before turning to the fridge only to jump at the tall boy standing in front of you peering down wide eyed and curious, “Eat.” He said singularly before he offered the world's cutest smile that you couldn’t begrudge as easily as you could Jimin. 

Fuck! He was asking you to cook for him and he had a cute almost bunny-like smile and he looked so endured and hoping you would make him something as good as Panda Express, which there was no way you could but jesus you were willing to try. 

“Breakfast,” You pronounced slowly, knowing this was a bit of a harder word for him as he tilted his head and repeated ‘Eat’ once more before you shook your head, “Eat, breakfast.” You tapped the clock on the stove that ticked away, showing it was ten in the morning. 

JK only rubbed his head in confusion before shrugging, he sat patiently in the stool at the counter as he happily watched you cook away. You didn’t make anything too fancy, just breakfast sandwiches for you both before you set his plate down in front of him, a happy smile on his face as his nose crinkled. 

Not even hesitating before he dug into the meal which you had purposely made him two given how big of an appetite the man had, something akin to pride swelled in your chest though at the sight of JK nearly devouring the sandwiches happily, Jimin stepped into the kitchen looking offended as he sputtered, “Oh so you’ll make breakfast for the hoe that can hardly speak but you won’t for your best friend, I see how it is. Is it because you know I won’t fuck you and he probably will?” 

“Shut up!” You hissed immediately, unable to even enjoy your own food because of your head ass best friend who only smiled viciously at how flustered you were. JK was naively munching on his food not understanding a single word either of you were saying and not caring either when his face was stuffed with food. 

 Seokjin entered the kitchen making himself something to eat as well, “Hey, are you guys going to that party tonight at Beta Tau?” He tilted his head as your nose immediately wrinkled, you used to do frat parties back when you were a freshman but since then you just couldn’t keep the high pace anymore or the sleazy guys. 

“I’m going!” Jimin called out, before tapping his chin as he looked towards JK before you, “Hey, we should bring JK along, give him some good socialization!” 

“Uh no, that’s a horrible idea,” You shook your head immediately, “And I never said I was going either, and if I don’t go he’s definitely not going.” JK tilted his head in curiosity, knowing his name had been brought up before he between you both. 

“Boo you whore,” Jimin tossed a piece of bagel at you as you dodged it, his nose wrinkling as he pointed his butterknife at you, “You’ve just been nursing your wounds ever since Mark dumped you. You know it’ll be good for you and him.” 

“I am not nursing wounds!” You hissed out, feeling like a black rain cloud was piling over your head as you crossed your arms, “And it is a bad idea, JK hardly knows anything about Earth, taking him to a frat party is like tossing a baby into the ocean.” 

“Umm all I hear is bullshit babe,” Jimin scoffed as he rolled his eyes, “Besides, a little party never hurt anyone, it’s our job to show off what Humans are capable of after all.”

“At a frat party…?” You frowned as you sighed. 

“He’s not a baby Y/n,” Seokjin frowned as he looked between you both, “Just because he can’t speak english and he’s unfamiliar with how we live doesn’t mean he isn’t intelligent, i’m sure they have parties where he’s from. If this is about Mark that’s kinda selfish to hold him back.” 

You weren’t…! You weren’t babying him! And this wasn’t about Mark! You just…! You weren’t in the mood to see him, especially attached to Lisa, who you had already thought was hot as it was but instead of going for you she went for your boyfriend and now they were together, 

It had been a pretty big blow to your ego. 

“Fuck fine! We can go what the fuck ever. I have to go get him clothes today though if you don’t want him bumming off you guys though.” Jungkook was still wearing his clothes from yesterday and he didn’t look the least bit concerned though he watched you guys curiously. 

Jimin pumps his fists in victory as he shoved the bagel in his mouth, “You guys do that then, it’ll be a good bonding session, anyways I have a lecture I’m already late for peace.” He threw up a peace sign before quickly exiting as you huffed, you thought it was weird he was here at 10am on a friday morning. 

“Bond?” JK perked up looking at you in excitement as your brows furrowed a little, how could he pick up random words so fast? Jesus, he’d be enrolling in college just to see what it was about within the weeks if he didn’t chill out. 

“Something like that,” You muttered, “Finish your food though,” You gestured to his sandwich before you picked up your own taking a bite, “I need a shower first but afterwards we can go out and get you some new clothes.” 

JK frowned as he looked down at his clothes once more, obviously slowly beginning to understand you more and more as his lips jutted a little, clearly he liked his clothing he was wearing. 

Maybe they just didn’t change clothes where he was from? It was difficult to say, regardless you shook your head finishing up before you went to your room. JK followed you around like a lost puppy as he had finished eating before you. 

You had paused at the door to the bathroom as you frowned, JK looking as if he’d totally come in if you’d let him, “Go play.” You pointed towards the living room where Seokjin had resumed Overwatch. 

JK frowned as he looked between the living room and you, “Bond.” He pointed at you making your pupils widen a little, what was that supposed to mean? He shuffled a little more, nearly chest to chest with you as you craned your head to look at him, jesus he had to be 6’3 in the average pool of 5’9 men, “Bond.” He said more firmly. 

“No.” You shook your head, your smile became awkward and your body movement became flustered, what was he talking about, “You are gonna go play with Seokjin.” You pressed a hand on his chest, pushing him back a little, his lips quivering a little and hurt in his eyes as he looked down at your face as if in search, “And I’m gonna go shower.” 

You couldn’t stand to look at it any longer before you quickly shut the door, locking it as you groaned, pressing your back against the door. Why did he have to look at you like that…?

“JK! Stop wandering off,” You lowered your voice a little as you tugged him along, your hand in his again as he had been exploring the store, “We’re here for clothes,” You held up the hanger you had in your hands as he frowned. He had been moping ever since you wouldn’t let him shower with you this morning. 

Or whatever his intention was. Regardless it didn’t change the fact that he needed clothes and despite being poor you were willing to throw out some money for him, but only because he was so cute. 

“Come on, let’s go to the dressing rooms, my arms are getting tired.” You tugged JK along who only pouted, obviously wanting to explore more than get things, but this was kind of a necessity. You gently pushed him into the dressing room, handing him the clothes as he frowned, his eyes looking down at the clothes then at you. 

Sighing you groaned, stepping into the small room with him before shutting the door, it wasn’t too cramped but you were uncomfortably close with him, “Okay….umm you obviously don’t understand the concept of trying on clothes so…” You flailed a little before tugging on his sweatshirt, he frowned before his eyes brightened a little. 

Understanding the message he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, your face immediately heating as you tried to not ogle his sculpted body which was muscular but slim, his shoulders broad but it suited his delicate small waist. 

You now had a good view of the marks that ran up his arms, they curved into a crescent at his hands and ran all the way along his arms, up his shoulders before curving to his back. You had changed his bandages this morning after you got out of the shower and admittedly they had healed a lot faster then you had assumed they would. 

 Whatever thoughts about his wounds however left your head as you nearly squeaked at the sight of tentacles immediately protruding from his back. Four to be exact, they were of a clear substance for the most part until your eyes followed further to their base where you noticed it matched the glow of his marks. 

A subtle pink and JK’s eyes a little bashful as he mumbled, “Bond…” His tentacles stretched forward a little as if in search for you before you squirmed towards the wall, trying your best to not let your horniness get the best of you in this situation. 

“U-ummm if you’re asking me to marry you the answer is gonna be no.” You held out the shirt in front of you to act as a semi shield to his advancement. Despite the language and cultural barrier JK seemed to understand your rejection as his lips quivered, his eyes dimming as he lowered them in acceptance. 

The tentacles immediately retracting back into his back as delicately took the hanger from you, fumbling to get it off and wow, way to make you feel like a dick. He wouldn’t even look at you as you sighed, relaxing a little as you grabbed the hanger pulling it off for him, “I’m gonna just let you do your business in here if you understand.” 

You exited as you grabbed your face, why did you feel so bad for rejecting him? You groaned as you leaned against the wall opposite of his room. Probably because you didn’t fully understand what he was trying to do if you could just speak the same language, and understand why he was here, maybe you wouldn’t have felt so bad. 

Seokjin kept saying he wasn’t a baby but...he was just so clueless as to how Earth worked, you couldn’t help it....You sighed as you rubbed your face, you just wished things could be easier. You had an afternoon lecture you needed to go to and you weren’t sure how JK would fair on his own and it admittedly gave you anxiety just thinking about it. 

He was curious by nature and you wouldn’t have a doubt he’d get bored easily just stuffed in your little apartment. JK opened the door to the dressing room, his gaze still cast on the ground as he handed the stuff back to you and you could only assume they all fit. You made sure they did because they were all at least two sizes too big for him but hey, they had to be comfy at least. 

Neither of you spoke as you paid for his things, holding the bags as you began walking back home, you didn’t like how quiet it was between you both and JK didn’t wander off not once as he let out what sounded like a sad sigh, his eyes looking up towards the sky as he mumbled something in his own language before back towards the ground. 

You felt like you kicked a puppy. 

You set his things down on the table as you looked towards the clock, you needed to get ready for class and honestly, you were gonna treat yourself to some starbucks after all this crap, “JK,” He peered up at you a little before his gaze became downcast, not looking at you but you knew he was listening, “I have to go to class…” You pointed to yourself, “You...need to stay...home.” You worded it carefully, his lips trembling now and you weren’t sure if he was going to cry or not, “I’ll be back!” You rushed, hurrying to the couch where he sat as you grabbed a remote. 

Pulling up Netflix as you shuffled around, deciding to put on a documentary for him on the ocean to keep him busy, maybe his language would improve meanwhile or...or he’d learn something, hell if you knew. 

JK frowned, sighing as he lowered his gaze in acceptance, reaching out you sighed, grabbing his face to make him look at you, “I’ll be back.” You spoke, your thumbs tethering over his skin which felt so soft and subtle, almost even more soft than any other person you had ever met, the glow of the TV made that iridescent tone reflect just a little. 

He really was the prettiest thing you had ever set your eyes on. 

He said nothing before you gave his face a little squeeze before letting him go, pressing play on the TV as he turned to watch, his expression slowly melted from sadness to that curious expression as he tilted his head, a purple glow from the crescents on his hands as he watched in fascination. 

You smiled a little before you grabbed your bags and slowly closed the door. You’d just hope he could figure out how to use the remote if he wanted to watch something else. 

Class was slow and you couldn’t help but wonder what JK was doing the whole time much to your frustration, you needed to focus on taking notes as midterms were coming up and you would absolutely fail if you didn’t pay attention. 

The whole class dragged on for two hours and in order to try and do damage control for your lack of attention you ended up going to the library to study more and make flashcards as you had originally planned before your life fell apart due to an alien binging on netflix back at home. 

You eventually got a peace of mind when you pushed your earbuds in and put on music to help you focus. Proud of your work you leaned back in your chair as you sighed in contentment before your eyes finally landed on your phone, not thinking much before your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It was almost seven in the afternoon! Fuck! You’d be leaving within the hour to get to the frat. 

Shoving all of your shit back into your bag you hurriedly zipped up before running out of the library, fumbling the whole way home before you entered the house in a rush. Much to your surprise though Seokjin and Jimin were already ready and JK looked happy to be around them both. 

What you didn’t expect for what you had bought him to look so good, he was wearing a fitted shirt and jeans, Jimin must’ve let him borrow his leather jacket and those fingerless clothes adorned his hands, “Hey hold still!” Seokjin spoke as he kept combing his hair, obviously styling it up, “I should’ve gone into cosmetology for being this good at turning trash to gold.” 

“Not everyone wants to look like Tinky Winky on steroids Seok.” You called out as you plopped your bag down in the ‘study corner’ which you and Jimin invented as a way to justify your laziness and Seokjin had said you both were on thin ice but he’d allow it because he also was lazy. 

Seokjin whipped around, those bratz lips of his parting in offense as you shrugged, holding up your hands, not about to apologize for the healthy dose of truth he needed at least once a day. 

“Y/n!” JK cried out, immediately running over to you making Seokjin groan as he grabbed your shoulders, frantically checking over you as if making sure you weren’t hurt. You frowned as you looked down at yourself. 

“I think he was worried about you.” Jimin was licking a drumstick at the moment while sitting on the handle of the couch, “He wouldn’t stop saying your name when I first got in and he looked like a scared puppy. Had to convince him that it was not a good idea to go look for you like he first suggested.” 

“Suggested?” You frowned as you looked back up at the tall boy who immediately cupped your face making you squirm a little, perhaps startled and a little touch starved, “Umm I told you I’d be back…” Not surprised he didn’t understand you but still. 

You gently grabbed his wrists, tugging them away from your face as you smiled awkwardly, trying to not think about the fact that this man looked even hotter then before, if that was even possible, “I need to go get dressed.” 

“Nope, nu uh, I’m not finished with you.” JK was yanked back with a whine as Seokjin grabbed him by the collar as he had attempted to follow you, much to your relief because you didn’t need another episode of earlier today. 

You didn’t take too long to get dressed, choosing to stay casual as you typically would given you didn’t plan of staying long and hey, if all hell broke lose maybe you’d get yourself and JK mcdonalds on the way back. 

Pulling the flannel over your shoulders you stepped out of your room, Jimin incessantly jingling his keys as he spoke, “You took too long, we’re gonna be late!” 

“You’re late everywhere we go you whore.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing JK’s hand as you all left the apartment, he still seemed a bit confused as to where you all were going but had no complaints as you both sat together in the back of the car which he inspected.

Pressing the button on top of the ceiling only to immediately squint with a whine at the light, you pressed it again turning it off as you looked at him, “Stop touching things.” He pouted a little, choosing to grab your hand as he mumbled something in his own language. 

The ride was short and you couldn’t stop dreading what might possibly happen at the party, one scared with JK and it was over, the police would get involved and they would take him off to some lab where he could get tested and poked and prodded and the idea was upsetting to think about. JK hadn’t been here for more then a day and somehow you decided taking him to a party was a good idea? 

You crumpled in your seat, looking outside the window as you watched the party rage on in the house. Of course you wanted to avoid your ex but that wasn’t your main worry for the night. Opening the door you stepped out, JK quickly following after you as you called out, “JK...stay with me okay?” 

He nodded though you weren’t quite sure if he understood, regardless he seemed happy enough to hold your hand as the three of you entered, the music was blaring and the crowd was big tonight given it was a friday and everyone could cut loose. Not the wildest you had seen but certainly not the smallest. You looked at JK in concern but much to your surprise he only looked around in curiosity as he nodded, “Party?” He asked as he raised his brows. 

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s a party.” You called back over the music, looking around for somewhere a little more quiet but Jimin cut in, grabbing JK’s arm, “Hey, we’re playing beerpong and I need to know if he has good aim.” 

JK was immediately tugged from you as you glared at Jimin his smile cheeky, “Chill, he’ll be fine, looks like he’s used to this kind of scene. Maybe he’s a space fuckboy. We’ll watch him go relax.” JK looked back at you mildly concerned but you gave him a reassuring smile as you nodded, despite not fully agreeing with it. 

Could JK even drink? You felt stressed but then again you did pour rubbing alcohol all over a wound that could have reacted like acid to him, you supposed if he knew something was dangerous he would avoid it, or so you could only hope. 

“Bitch! Why haven’t you been answering my messages!?” You jumped at the sight of the blond looking ready to mow you over, Solar’s heels clicked against the ground as she nearly ran for blood at the sight of you. 

Cowering a little your lips twisted into a sheepish smile, your best friend glaring down at you and a pout adorning her lips, you hadn’t meant to ignore her texts the whole day but other things had obviously taken precedent. Should you tell her? 

“It better be for a good reason.” She pointed at you accusingly before you made your way to the buildable table set out with drinks on it, purposely avoiding the jungle juice you knew for a fact probably had that shitty bang energy in as you grabbed a bottle of benchmark, sure it was cheap and tasted like shit but didn’t that sum up your whole personality?

“Well…” You took a breath, your expression contorting a little as you looked up at Solar who waiting expectantly, why the fuck not? If anyone could keep a secret it was her- hence her promise to Kim Jenny in 5th grade that she wouldn’t tell you that she liked the same boy and ended up helping her ask him out. 

Which you only found out about last year in a drunk truth or dare session and you marked your own words that the next time you saw Jenny you'd slap her across the face. Which you ended up not, instead you were still drunk and ended up crying with her because her dog had died earlier that day. 

Still, the principle remained, Solar would keep it a secret. Taking a long chug of the mixed drink a warm burn settled in your throat, “I discovered an alien and- he has tentacles that literally fucking explode from his back.” 

Solar nearly snorted out her drink as she began laughing, “Girl you watch too much hentai. Seriously, what’s up?” Her laughing died down before an uncomfortable silence sat between you both, your lips quivered only a little as you looked up at her, her expression immediately dropping, “You’re joking…” 

“I wish I was Sol…” You took another long drink. 

“You’re joking!” She shouted, her lips dropping, “Okay no, tell me everything! Where is it? What does it look like? You better not be pranking me right now…!” 

You waved a hand, walking as she quickly followed as you recalled the events of how you found JK and what had ensued in the last 24 hours before you paused at the beerpong table, pointing at JK. Your face warm at the sight of a cocky smirk on his face, obviously his team winning as he landed yet another shot assuming by the sound of the other teams groan. 

“That...Y/n…” She turned to you deflating a little at the sight of him, obviously hoping for something a little more...alien like, “You’re such an ass!” 

“He is! You just can’t see the shitty avatar cosplay beneath all the clothes! He does have tentacles again, by the way...I am not crazy!” You grabbed your chest in offense, “You wanna know what I’ve been doing the last 24 hours, there it is! Trying to figure out what to do with an alien that keeps trying to bone me.” 

“Bone you?” Solar raised her brows before she scoffed a little, her brows raised as she took a sip from her cup, “Thought being a monster fucker was always your thing?” You shoved her a little, making her snort in amusement, again, if you could just figure out what his motive was and...maybe have a decent conversation, “Let's say he is an alien...not that I believe you but let's say he is...what are you gonna do about it? I mean really….?” 

You rubbed your head as you frowned, “Well...I don’t know.” you confessed with an awkward expression as she sighed, “I just…! I’m assuming he probably has his own plan…! But generally I’m hoping as he learned english- which is extremely fast by the way- that he’ll eventually tell us what happened and where to go from here I mean…” 

You frowned a little, something sad stirring inside you, there was nothing holding JK back from just leaving you all one night when he’s found what he needs, or figures out where to go or...whatever it is he’s doing here, “If he even stays here long enough…” 

Solar hummed before tapping her cheek, “That’s it, I’m playing against him, he hasn’t missed a single shot.” You tried to call out to her but it was useless, when Solar was determined, nothing would stop her.

You sighed as you turned away, feeling too much anxiety from watching JK to try and come in further especially if he caught sight of you. JK surprisingly enough seemed as though he had fun a lot of the night, you had stayed curled up in a corner on your phone most of the time brooding while nursing your drink which had admittedly helped you relax a little. 

Eventually though, good times always come to an end, this being no exception, “Hey babe, long time no see?” You stared down at your phone, scrolling through instagram as you ignored the sound of Mark’s voice, “Awwh c’mon, don’t ignore me.” 

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes before you put away your phone, looking up at him as you raised a brow trying to ignore your heart racing just a hair, “Can I help you?” You asked, trying to act as if this totally wasn’t freaking you the fuck out. 

“You sure can,” Mark flirted, sending you that wink that was the very reason you had spun out in the first place with this guy and god you couldn’t deny his flirty nature always got the best of you, “Me and Lisa were hoping for a third in bed tonight and I thought, what girl would be better than my main girl.” 

He smiled, delicately holding your chin with a proud look and for a half a second you had forgotten how much of a bitch he was, that was until your mind lingered on the word ‘main girl’ to which your lips curled slowly, “...Main girl?” You scoffed immediately slapping his hand away as you shouted, “Main girl!? Since when was I the main girl!?” You watched Mark groan as you shook your head, “Uh no! You came up to me! You don’t get to act like this and you were the one that left me in the first place, why don’t you go back to your main girl!” 

“God you’re so over emotional-” You didn’t even let the little gaslighting fuck finish before you splashed him with your drink, a scoff escaping him as he raised his brows, “Are you fucking serious Y/n?” 

“Yeah, fuck you.” You shoved him before walking out of the kitchen, what a piece of shit! How dare he act all put out when he was the one that approached you, in a total douchebag way at that! You weren’t sure where everybody had went and at this point it was almost ten o’clock and you didn’t care! You just wanted to take a warm shower and go to bed!

You stepped down the stairs of the frat house and into the cool night as as you heaved a breath, scoffing as you rolled your eyes, this was exactly why you hated going to frat parties at Beta Tau now because you almost always ended up in an argument with Mark. 

Stupid little fuck. You muttered it to yourself as you wrapped the flannel around you, your eyes warily finding that of a drunk elderly man who definitely appeared in his forties, alone and his eyes immediately finding your lone figure. 

You kept your eyes on your phone as you slowly approached in hopes of walking past him, you hated parties, you hated going out at night, you hated the fact that you let yourself get so heated in the moment, “Well aren’t you just looking pretty tonight sweetheart.” You sighed in exasperation at the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Thanks.” You offered dryly, not even attempting to smile because you knew it would just sound like that much more of an invitation to him and yet, even your singular dry word was enough of  a green light to him. 

A hand suddenly wrapped around your upperarm yanking you over as you squeaked out, “How about I take you back to my place? Show you a good time yeah?” He reeked of beer and your nose wrinkled as your expression twisted and your hands trembled. 

“Sir- I..I really need to get home…” You mumbled, not wanting to provoke him but your fear was getting the better of you by the second as you tried to keep yourself from panicking. You’ve never gone out tonight and you should’ve stood your ground regardless of who went were. 

His hands squeezed on your arms eliciting a noise of pain from you and you couldn’t even look at the guy as he growled, “Or I could go home with you sweetheart, or better yet. Why don’t we go over here…! Ow you bitch!” You had smashed his foot with your own but it wasn’t enough for him to let go of you. 

Instead his grip only got tighter making you cry out in pain as your eyes stung with tears, wishing he could just let you go...Within seconds though the man was nearly ripped away from you and a larger figure had wedged between you both, “Leave.” It was a one word command that was clear and demanding from JK, you couldn’t see his face and you weren’t sure you wanted too. 

JK was shoved back from the guy and taking this as an offense, you nearly jumped back at the sight of tentacles bursting from his back, your eyes bulging at the sight, not a single rip in his clothes as if they were transparent yet a lightening of bright fiery ran streaked through him. Your lips nearly dropped though because they obviously weren’t too transparent as JK used them to slam the guy into a wall with enough force to drive him unconscious. 

“JK! Hey! Woah holy shit!” You grabbed your head, JK whipped around, anger still evident on his face but his concern had taken over as he called out your name, what he hadn’t expected as for you to drag him into the alleyway. 

Tentacles still gracefully flowing behind him as if they were underwater, your eyes darting everywhere and anywhere for anyone to have possibly seen and yet…! “Don’t you ever do that again!” You hissed, grabbing your head in stress, if anyone saw that…! Anyone it was over! “Someone could’ve see you!” 

JK might not have fully understood what you said, but he could understand a few words here and there and your tone of voice, his expression darkening and his lips twitching in anger and disagreement, “Hurt!” He growled back pointing at you. 

“I don’t care if I got hurt!” You cried out, running your hands through your hair, anxiety shot through your veins, “You can’t do that!” You pointed at his tentacles, “You aren't human! Humans can’t do that!”

“Hurt!” He growled even louder, now grabbing your forearms in demand, firm enough that you couldn’t pull away but gentle enough that it didn’t hurt, “Y/n hurt!” He emphasized as best he could, his nose wrinkling in frustration as he spoke, “Protect!” It was spoken a little word but you understood overall what he meant. 

“Yes you can protect me that’s fine! But you have to act human!” You pointed at yourself, shaking his arm away before forcefully rolling up his sleeve, the marks which were burning red, “Human!” You snapped as you pointed at your own bare arm compared to his, “Not human!” You pointed to JK’s, “You can’t be that careless!” 

You were just lucky that the guy was drunk and hopefully wouldn’t remember any of this, JK’s lips twitched as if he still didn’t agree with you, snapping something back in his own tongue as he roughly shoved his sleeve back down before he went on what sounded like a long rant, the tentacles retracting into his back once more as he threw his arms up and you stepped back a little. 

You had never heard him so...vocal...or angry before...Which you had brought on yourself, you understood he thought it was the right thing to do and it would’ve been fine had he not decided to get his four other tendons involved. You above anything else, didn’t want JK to be taken from you. JK kept going though in his tongue, directly all of his- what sounded like unpleasant words at you as you crossed your arms, looking at the ground with gritted teeth and ignoring the way your eyes were attempting to blur in tears. 

Even if you couldn’t understand him you were positive you didn’t like or agree with whatever he was saying. You fixed your flannel that had been ruffled from the man as you sniffled harshly, trying to ignore the wet warm tears that began trickling down your face. JK had paused from his rant before frowning, watching the liquid trickling down your face as you closed your eyes. 

Puffing a breath he sighed, figuring it wasn’t any use in trying to talk to you anyways, Orion tongue was beyond ancient to human civilization which is why he hadn’t bothered trying to say any sort of phrases in his own language. 

JK couldn’t stand seeing you like this, from what he observed on- if he assumed he was correct- the TV, humans often depicted this as sadness. Unable to stand this gesture JK did what he had watched, wrapping his arms around you in a form of human affection as he set his chin on top of your head, wetness staining his shirt and he held a silent victorious moment at your reciprocation to his affection. Trying to bond with you had been such a pain in the ass with the language barrier and you almost always looked uncomfortable any time he tried to initiate a bonding session. 

True the locations might have been inappropriate but he was excited, he wanted to find a mate and soon, after all that was part of the original plan, even if it wasn’t supposed to be on earth. You had mumbled something he couldn’t quite figure out until you had mentioned the word Home, as in the place you slept. JK nodded, assuming that was where you had intended on going in the first place. 

He had caught sight of you leaving the house extremely upset and he wanted to tag along in hope that maybe with some alone time at the house, you’d both finally be able to properly bond, he could feel his scaling warm a bit and he could even spot a tint of pink from beneath his gloves much to his embarrassment. 

Knowing this was a human affection JK kept his arm wrapped around you as you both walked home, your hands on your eyes as you sniffled a little and you hadn’t spoken the entire walk back making him a little sad. Your voice was soft and pleasant on his ears which often picked up too many odd and miscellaneous sounds. 

Pulling off your flannel you sighed, muttering something that he leaned in a little to focus on understanding, knowing it sounded something like an apology. JK only offered a small smile, “Friend?” He spoke softly, he liked that word, it was the first one you had taught him after all. 

You nodded, looking severely tired as you repeated the word back before padding to your room to get changed, little by little JK understood more and more about humanity on Earth which wasn’t exactly new, but rather...a bit archaic by Orionia’s standards.

JK had made sure to go into the room with the odd looking boat to change into clothes, knowing it always elicited an odd reaction from you whenever he changed in front of you. Getting into something more comfortable he could appreciate the human need for comfort. 

Feeling a bit timid he peeped into your room where you laid on your bed, looking half asleep but you gestured him in much to his excitement, understanding bonding wouldn’t likely happen now that you were too tired but he appreciated your company, you made things much easier for his stay on Earth. 

Pulling out your lap held device JK tilted his head, oh…! This was like the mainboard back on the ship, just a smaller version of it, a computer? But a lap verison? He furrowed his brows a little, the name on the tip of his tongue as his nose wrinkled. Much to his delight though you typed up the same place where he had been watching educational videos earlier today. 

He only hoped you’d stay this time, he had been extremely worried the Arbitrator's had found you, your friends however had said multiple times you were just at ‘Class’ whatever that was. And they seemed calm enough and if they knew your routine then...he had no reason to assume they were conspiring with the enemy. 

Much to his happiness you laid back down as you stretched out before curling up, your eyes closing as he clicked onto the video of the ocean, as he had learned Earth held quite the exotic lifeform in the sea. 

It was nearing 11:30 which you had pointed at the clock earlier today except now it was dark out, JK could only deduce there was certain names for eating at certain times of the day, he tapped on his chin, scrolling down the assortment of human entertainment. Wanting something to figure out how to win your affection to be his mate. A loud piercing screech nearly jolted him out of bed, holding his head as he frantically looked towards you before feeling relief fill him. If you couldn’t hear this then…! 

He fumbled as he hurried to the window, pushing through the blinds as he peered out, seeing a large flare being shot up into the sky in a deep hue of blue and purple, that acted as something he saw on a video. A firework, if he remembered correctly. JK perked up, Taehyung and Namjoon must be okay, this was what…? At least ten miles south, in human terms? He remembered that much from the academy. 

JK nearly ran out the door before he paused, his eyes looking over your sleeping figure he...he couldn't just leave you here...and…! He perked up, “Y/n!” He called out, jostling you awake as you rolled over with a groan, “Y/n! Home!” He spoke determined, if he could get you to go with him then he could explain everything. 

“What? JK seriously? This better be important.” You groaned as your eyes tiredly cracked opened at the sight of doe eyes looking at you urgently, he nearly ripping you out of bed with a squeak, “Home!” He spoke as he brought your shoes to you before pointing out the window, “Home!” 

...Oh...oh god, this was going to be a long night, wasn’t it…? 

[cheesy-cakey]

note this is a hatter au from a wattpad book I wrote.

You Weren't there

Kalim X Reader Angst

We had graduated.

We got married.

He inherited his family's riches.

We had a son.

We were happy...

We WERE.

I gazed out the window of my quarters.

I was no longer a Hatter... I was now an Al-Asim.

The Hatter name had died out the moment I decided to be a part of Kalim's family. I still owned our land and property. But I had no use for it.

I thought that this was going be our happily ever after.

Holding the one I love close. Kalim embracing me and our son.

But I guess reality doesn't have a happy ending... Especially us Hatter's.

As I watched the scene out the window.

In the garden was Kalim... With his 2rd wife and daughter.

Yes, that's right. I may be Kalim's first wife... but that doesn't mean I'm the only one.

I watched as he held her hand while with the other he carried his daughter.

I moved away from the window and sat on the plush bed of my quarters.

"How could I be so stupid. How could I be so blind. why did I think... That out of all the people in the world. I would have a happy ending." I muttered to myself as I leaned back on my arms tears pricking out of my eyes.

I went back to the window watching them hold each other close. I traced my hand on the glass feeling the coolness of the material.

I kneeled on the floor hand on the window sill while the other was on the floor.

"If happy ever after did exist~" I sang as I wrapped my arms around myself.

"I would still be holding you like this~"

"All those fairy tales are full of sh*t"

"One more f*cking love song I'll be sick" I sobbed as I was never meant to have a happy ever after.

3rd POV

Little did Y/N know that someone came to visit.

Watching through the crack from the slightly opened door.

Ali Al-Asim watched as his mother broke down crying.

"Why... why of all people... why does it have to be mother that suffers?"

He walked away knowing that it's better to not disturb her like this... He knew seeing him would just remind her of the happy ending she could've had.

He returned to him quarters and sat in one of the chairs in his room.

"Mother... You shouldn't be suffering like this... You told me father loved you... You said he loved you more than the stars in the sky... then why... why does he treat you this way? why does he neglect you? weren't we happy? weren't you happy?" He leaned his head back as tears pricked out his eyes.

"I never get to see you smile anymore. The smile that could shine brighter than the sun. Your eyes became dull... no longer full of hope and happiness like the stars."

he slammed his first into the table Infront of him as tears fell from his face.

"WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A HAPPY EVER AFTER!?"

The 15 year old couldn't bear to see his mother like this...

He's seen her cry too many times...

-Time Skip-

It was Ali's 16th birthday.

Which means a big celebration...

But his mother as much as she wants to attend she couldn't bring herself to leave her room.

The Hatter that used to be full of life, laughing, singing, dancing. The Hatter that enjoyed parties and seeing her friends smile... lost her spark.

-At the celebration-

"Happy Birthday, Young Master, Ali!" The servants cheered.

"Happy birthday, My son!" Kalim exclaimed as he greeted his first born.

"Thank you, Father!" Ali exclaimed with a smile.

"You're 16 now, which school do you wanna attend, Ali!?" His father asked excitedly.

"I want to go to Night Raven College! That's where you went to right, Father?"

"Yes, I did! Me and your uncle Jamil went there together!"

"Then it's settled, NRC it is!"

"I could have the headmaster make you dorm head as well!"

"No, Father. I wish to become dorm head with my own skills." He stated.

"Haaaah? fine, if that is what my son wants. Now everyone! enjoy the party!"

he walked away as he went to meet other guests.

A lot of people were here. His uncles from NRC. His Friends. even his half sister.

But there was only one person Ali wanted to be here.

Ali stood up from his seat and sneaked away.

He went to the quarters of someone he held dear.

he knocked on the door and heard a come in.

"Good evening, mother" he said with a soft smile.

"Ah! Ali, Happy Birthday" She replied with a tired but loving smile.

she was sitting by the window with it being wide open allowing the wind to enter.

He went closer the his mother and kneeled beside her.

"How are you feeling?" Ali asked.

"I'm feeling very well. So how is your birthday?"

"Nevermind the birthday. I just want to stay here with you" he said as he buried his face into her dress resting his head on her lap.

The lady giggled at her son's statement, watching him with caring eyes.

"I have a present for you" She said as she brought out a box.

Ali raised his head.

"Mother... you didn't have to" he said as he received it.

"Oh, but I do. this is something I've been meaning to give you"

Ali opened the box to see a top hat, a golden silk snake wrapping around the hat with a single Jasmine flower.

"It used to be mine. Sometimes in the Hatter family we give it to the person we marry but sometimes we also keep it. But this time it's time to pass it on to the descendant. I redecorated it for you. do you like it?" The elegant lady smiled as she remembered her memories with the hat and proud to be able to hand it down.

Ali looked as the hat.

"I love it... thank you mother" He thanked as he lied down on her lap once again.

"I'm glad you do, my dear son" She placed a hand on his white hair exactly the same as his father's.

Sher stroked his head gently as the moon shone down on them through the window.

-Timeskip-

It was now time for Ali to go to Night Raven College. He said farewell to everyone and as he was about to get on the Ebony Carriage he looked up to a window to see his mother smiling at him. he smiled back and entered.

-at the dorm sorting-

Ali was up next to be sorted.

"State thy name"

"Ali Al-Asim"

"The shape of thy soul... I see you best improve in Scarabia."

He stepped away from the mirror and joined the other students that were sorted into Scarabia.

He will make his mother proud.

-Time skip-

It had been a week since he had arrived. And just like that he had became a dorm head not from money but from skill.

He was currently in potions taught by Professor Crewel.

His phone then suddenly rang.

"Excuse me, Professor. I need to take this call"

"Of course, pup. but next time I won't be allowing it."

Ali answered his phone and it was one of the servants.

He was analysing his potion while he answered.

"What is it? I told you not to call me around this time because I'm in class."

"Apologies, young master. But it's about Lady Y/N"

"Mother? what about her? does she miss me? tell her I'll visit this weekend."

"It's not that sir"

"what is it then?"

"she umm"

"spit it out"

"The lady has passed away"

Ali suddenly dropped the beaker shattering it to a million pieces.

"Al-Asim! bad pup! what are you doing!?"

Ali stood up knocking his seat over. He slammed his hand on his desk that still had the shattered glass and spilled potion. good thing that the potion doesn't give much effect since it wasn't finished.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN PASSED AWAY!?" He yelled as tears pricked from his eyes.

"Al-Asim?" his professor called out worried.

"I mean what I exactly said, young master. The lady passed away earlier this morning. when the servant went to serve her breakfast she didn't wake up. they tried waking her up then realized she wasn't moving. they called a physician... and he said the lady had passed away"

"no... you're lying"

"Ali Al-Asim, what's wrong? Get your hands off the desk your starting to bleed." Crewel said as he took the boys hand from the broken glass and started cleaning it.

"Mother... is she really dead?"

"yes, sir"

"wait... your mother?" his professor asked

"As in... Y/N? she's... no longer with us?" his eyes wide as saucers.

Ali fell on his knees tears spilling not showing any signs of stopping any time soon.

"Mother... no... no... no no no NO! SHE CAN'T BE GONE!" He sobbed.

"Ashengrotto, take him to the infirmary to clean his wound up. The rest of you dismissed. I need to speak with the head master."

"Yes, professor"

-time Skip-

currently Ali was in the head masters office.

"Al-Asim. I heard what had happened. I'll let you go home for as long as you need. I apologize for your loss. You can use the mirror to go home." Crowley said as he watched the boy sob.

he himself wanted to cry since one of the most lovable students he had, had passed away.

"Your mother... was an incredible woman. Not only as a student but as a friend to the rest. It's a shame she... had to leave us so early. I thought that maybe... I'd be dead by the time she leaves."

"Thank you, headmaster... I'll be... heading out now" Ali exited the room and went to the mirror and went home.

Once he had arrived he was greeted by the servants but he just walked right pass.

His sister also greeted him, but he continued walking.

soon he arrived at his mother's bedroom. He saw her... looking like she's sleeping soundly... knowing she's never waking up again.

He walked to her bed side. held her now cold hand and feel to his knees and sobbed uncontrollably

"Mother!... Why.... WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE! I WAS GOING TO GIVE YOU THE HAPPY ENDING YOU DESERVE! BUT WHAT!? YOU ENDED YOUR STORY WITH LONGING THAT WAS NEVER FULFILLED!? WHY!?" he cried... not leaving her side for the rest of the day.

During her funeral, all her friends from NRC came. Tears spilled everywhere as they found their dear friend no longer with them.

they approached Ali who just stood by her coffin.

"Sorry... for your loss... Ali"

He just kept silent.

For the long duration of her funeral... Not once did his father... the man his dear mother loved and longed for, show up.

This had made the boy even more upset. but that did not overpower the sorrow he had.

-Time Skip-

The funeral had long ended...

His mother was buried...

he returned to school but barely spoke.

"Al-Asim... pup. I suggest you go meet with Professor Yuu. You need it"

Ali merely nodded as he went to his magicless professor who taught about monsters and health.

"Ali... take a seat"

Ali sat down across him.

"You haven't been sleeping have you... you have bags under your eyes. You look pale. Ali"

He just sat there.

"I know... I know you're depressed... Your mother was my vice prefect back in our school days. she was a wonderful woman to be with... she laughed... she sang... she smiled... but you know what I love most about her?"

Ali looked up and looked at Yuu.

"She makes people around her smile as well. She wouldn't want you to act like this. Y/N, She too lost a parent in her younger days. But that didn't stop her from being happy... She always had joy in her eyes... and you know you have her E/C eyes as well"

"So please... Don't let this bring you down. Your mother... Be like her. someone who smiles, laughed and most of all makes others do the same. sure reality doesn't have a happy ending. But you're writing your own story so make sure it leads to one."

Ali thought about it. looks back down... looks at the mirror in the room and looked straight into his E/N coloured eyes.

"You're right, Professor. Even if mother is gone... I should make her proud" Ali stood up with smile.

Ali bowed.

"Thank you, Professor Yuu!"

"Just call me, Yuu."

Ali smiled and ran off back to his dorm and to his room.

Yuu on the other hand stood up and went to the window and looked at the sky.

"I wish... I could've held you one last time... Y/N... I loved you so much" Yuu said as he let the tears fall.

Ali pulled a box from under his bed and opened it...

It may not fit his outfit but it doesn't matter.

he stood up holding the object and went to a mirror.

He looked straight at it and placed the hat he was given on his head.

"I'll prove... that I can give us a happy ending, Mother"

and with that Ali changed... He changed for the better. all the old staff watched him... and it reminded them of someone who they once cherished in this school.

-Time Skip-

it's been 2 years since Y/N's passing. Ali Al-Asim was now 18 years old. A third year.

But what's interesting is. when his 1st year ended the mirror had announced something... He was transferred to a different dorm.

-Flashback-

Just as they were all about to leave.

"Wait... It seems someone's soul had reshaped into something new." the mirror had stated.

"What? but that's not possible" Crowley said in surprise.

"Ali Al-Asim... Step forward"

Ali hesitantly stepped up.

"Yes... it seems your soul had reshaped... though you are still suited to be a part of Scarabia... Your heart... Is perfect for the Ramshackle Dorm"

"Isn't that"

"Your mother's old dorm... well it seems like you're becoming just like your mother" Crowley smiled as he placed a hand on the boys shoulder.

-end of flashback-

And since then he became the dorm head of the Ramshackle. His hat suited his outfit. he was happy.

And right now the 18 year old was going to make a decision that'll change his life.

Currently standing Infront of his father, Kalim Al-Asim. wearing a somewhat butler outfit somewhat similar to that of what his mother wore back in her younger days as a Hatter.

"Father... I don't wish to be an Al-Asim anymore."

"What? could you repeat that?"

"I don't want to be an Asim."

"But son! you're my eldest! you're my successor!"

"And I don't want to be your successor!"

"why!?"

"I want to continue mother's legacy!" Ali yelled as he gripped his wrist behind his back while looking down.

"what?"

"I want to be a Hatter! I want to carry on the Hatter name! I want to do this for mother! it the least you could let me do"

"the least I could let you do?"

"Yes! The most you could do was probably be there for her!"

"Ali"

"You left her all alone! making her cry every night! every night for you!"

"She didn't get her happily ever after! Cause you weren't there there for her! you weren't there for us!HECK She would've been contented with just you being there even if you didn't love her anymore!"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN COME TO HER FUNERAL!" Ali snapped.

"I know you are aware that You're naive, gullible, oblivious and all that. but please... just see it... the least you could do" Ali looked up and looked Kalim straight in the eyes.

Kalim staring back into E/C colored orbs that was exactly the same as his wife that had recently passed away.

He looked down and took a deep breathe

"Alright"

"Huh?"

"I'll... let you go..."

"Really?"

"yes... as you said... it's the least I could do for not even attending the funeral."

"Thank you... father" Ali smiled as he walked away.

this was a new start for Ali... Becoming just like his mother. Writing a happily ever after for them.

We can't say the same for Kalim though.

He sat at his chair.

His 2rd wife entered the room and sat beside him.

"What did he want?" she asked.

"To leave the family"

"what?"

"He... wanted to become a Hatter to continue Y/N's legacy."

"I see... don't worry I'm here... and besides I'm sure we can make a new heir."

"I'm not in the mood"

"But, dear~"

right then and there Kalim snapped.

"I SAID IM NOT IN THE MOOD!" He yelled.

"BECAUSE OF YOUR DAMN FAMILY THREATENING TO HURT MY SON AND MY BELOVED WIFE I WAS FORCED TO NEGLECT HER!"

"IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAMN FAMILY I WOULD PROBABLY BE HOLDING HER RIGHT NOW WITH ANOTHER CHILD!"

"ALL BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO LOVE YOU! YOU'RE DELUSIONAL IF YOU THINK I WOULD!"

"What is it... WHAT IS IT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON'T!?"

"My heart... that's what it is... SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING! HER SMILE THAT WAS PRACTICALLY MY SUN! HER EYES THAT SHIMMERED LIKE THE STARS!"

"SHE DESERVES TO BE DEAD! SHE'S NOT FIT TO BE YOUR WIFE! SHE'S NOT FIT TO HAVE YOU! ME, ME, ME! IT WAS ME WHO SHOULD HAVE YOU! SHE'S HIDEOUS! SHE'S DUMB! SHE'S NAIVE! SO WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME!"

"DON'T YOU DARE THAT ABOUT HER! FIRST OF ALL SHE'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN TO HAVE EVER EXISTED THAT EVEN VIL SAID SO! YOU WOULD NEVER BE AS BEAUTIFUL AS HER! SECOND SHE GRADUATED FROM NRC WITH TOP GRADES FITTING INTO THE TOP 50! SHE KNOWS MORE THAN YOU EVER WILL! AND THIRD OF ALL SHE'S NOT AS NAIVE AS YOU THINK! SHE EXPERIENCED THE CRUELTY OF THE WORLD TO THE POINT SHE WAS ALMOST BROKEN! BUT SHE JUST SMILED AND SAID THAT EVERYTHING WOULD BE JUST FINE! I BET YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT IF IT HAD HAPPENED TO YOU! FACE IT I'LL NEVER LOOK AT YOU THE SAME I DO WITH HER!"

"THAT'S WHY I KILLED HER SO YOU WOULD ONLY LOOK AT ME- MPH!" she clasped her mouth shut trembling from what came out.

"what? WHAT did you just say?"

"n-nothing!"

"WE HAD A DEAL! YOU WOULD LEAVE THEM ALONE IN EXCHANGE FOR ALL OF THIS!"

"I-I didn't mean to!"

"DIDN'T MEAN TO MY *SS! AS IF I'D BELIEVE THAT! JAMIL!"

Soon Jamil entered the room. in truth he was about to enter till he heard screaming and heard the entire thing.

"Yes, Kalim"

"Take her away. make her confess EVERYTHING that she had done. After that could you call Azul? I want to have a talk with him to deal with something."

"Yes, of course" Jamil left with the 2nd wife being taken away by guards.

"WAIT! KALIM PLEASE! I LOVE YOU! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"

As they all left the room Kalim sat down and tears started running down his face.

"Why was I so stupid? thinking I could protect you without having to hurt anyone but as a result I ended up hurting you... then lost you. I should've dealt with them from the start. I should've just been there for you... now I not only lost you... but I lost our son too... haha! why am I so stupid?"

For the rest of the night Kalim just cried. knowing can never bring you back.

-END-

"isn't that an interesting timeline."

"Didn't know that there would be a bad ending to their story. I hope this timeline won't stick it would be so sad~" a voice said as she closed a book that's titled 'You Weren't there'

soon the book started to become grains of sand.

"oh? what is this?"

"The timeline is disintegrating"

"I guess that means that story won't be sticking around."She then pushed up her glasses as she looked back at the millions of books being written each having a pen that glows with inspiration and life."I wonder who's story would be finished next~ would the story disappear? or will it be part of the official collection?"

"Let's see what endings are in-store~ After all"

"I am the story keeper~"

[tommybaholland]

“my anxiety isn’t that bad” aka little habits their s/o has that they help to try to relieve 

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi and bokuto

inspired by this post. this is not to try to romanticize anxiety and/or mental illness! hopefully this will help anyone who experiences any of these behaviors and possibly provide some distraction with your fav hq boys! hope you enjoy <3

kuroo

winter is beautiful, but the dryness it caused to your lips was definitely a low point. especially when the uncomfortable feeling of the chapped skin against your upper lip was enough to make you vigorously pick at it. sometimes you pick at them so much the skin breaks and bleeds a little. 

it hurts but it’s never really bothered you that much. however, kuroo had to say something after tasting the liquid metal on your lips. 

“kitten, have you been picking at your lips again?”

“... you’ve noticed?”

“of course, sweetheart. i think you do it more than you know.” he holds your chin while pulling your lower lip down to see the little scabs along with a fresh spot with dots of blood painting the skin. 

“oh kitten,” he frowned. “you don’t have to tell me but i want to better understand why you do this to yourself. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable—”

“it’s okay, tetsu. i dunno why i do it. like you said, it’s kind of second nature at this point. but i guess it mostly happens when i’m thinking about something. i’m sorry if it worried you..”

“no, no, no kitten. you don’t have to be sorry,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your head. “but thank you for telling me. now what’s got this pretty little mind so mixed up that those pretty lips are bleeding, hm?”

it was always something different but nevertheless, you were constantly worrying about something. and if you didn’t worry about it, something bad or inconvenient would happen. 

“i’m sorry you feel that way, babe,” he soothed, the tips of his fingers drumming on the middle of your back. “you can tell me about anything that’s bothering you...or i can get you some chapstick so everytime you feel like picking you can just put that on and eventually it’ll replace the habit!”

“but for now...lemme distract you with some kisses,” he spoke against your lips. “mmm, c’mere gorgeous.”

kenma

you liked playing games with kenma but sometimes you just liked to sit and watch him as he played. until one hour would become two, two became three. boy could play for literal hours on end, no matter who was with him or the time of day. so it could get a little tiring after a while and you could feel the urge to do something else, something a little more active. 

your leg began to bounce against the edge of his bed. 

“y/n, you’re doing it again,” his soft voice spoke up, his attention unbroken from the tv. 

“oh sorry, ken. just feeling a bit restless.”

you moved off the bed and onto the floor, resting up against the side of the frame so your leg bouncing wouldn’t bother him. 

kenma played for a few more minutes before completing another stage, sighing with sudden boredom. he then looked over to see that you had disappeared. 

“y/n?.....there you are,” peeking over the side of the bed to see you playing on your phone. “what’re you doing on the floor?”

“my leg started bouncing a lot and i didn’t want to bother you.”

he sighed before reaching out his hand. “c’mon snuggles. get up here.”

you took his invitation and climbed back up onto the bed where he pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling him. 

“you know, you never bother me,” he grinned. “but you can let me know if you wanna go do something, okay?”

you nodded, copying his grin before giving him a few small kisses and pulling him into a hug.

“do you want to go for a walk? we could go to the park or something.”

you agreed immediately, ready to stretch your legs a bit. you excitedly climbed out of his lap, stretching as soon as your feet hit the floor. 

he smiled and chuckled softly at your sudden perkiness. “okay, let’s go cutie.”

akaashi

you always had your phone on you. you never went anywhere without it and never missed any notifications you would receive, even if it was a dumb spam email. and if you didn’t have you phone, well--

“keiji, where’s my phone?” you asked your boyfriend while feeling around the couch to see if it had fallen in between the cushions.

“what’s wrong, baby? aren’t you enjoying the movie?” 

“i am but i just need to— you have it don’t you?”

a smirk crept up on his pretty face as if he was trying not to laugh. “i don’t know what you’re talking about—whoa baby.”

he giggled as your hands began patting him down, trying to locate the device. 

“please kaashi, i need it—”

“baby, stop. you know i’m ticklish,” he grabbed your wrists to cease your movement. “why do you need it so bad?”

“i just wanna check it, you know, to make sure i haven’t missed anything or anyone’s tried to reach me.”

his hands released your wrists and found their way around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “baby, i promise you, nothing’s happened. everything is okay.”

“but how do you know?”

he reached behind him and pulled out the thing you were looking for. “because it hasn’t vibrated once. do you want it back?”

“yes, thank you-- wait...please tell me it wasn’t down your pants.”

another smirk appeared. “maybe...you’d have to find out for yourself.”

“okay nevermind, you can keep it,” you replied, moving off him.

he captured you back into his arms before handing you your phone. “no, no baby, i’m just kidding,” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. “you’re so cute.” 

bokuto

“babeeeeee, can we please stop for a minute? my feet are about to fall off.”

and hiking was his idea. 

“i thought i was with one of the top five aces in the nation, but it seems like you’re out of shape to me,” you teased, looking back to your boyfriend. 

“ i am NOT out of shape, babe,” he retorts. “besides, maybe i’m just enjoying the view..”

“okay, i’m really about to leave you behind--”

“i’m kidding! i’m sorry, beautiful. you do walk very fast though and to be honest, i really underestimated your stride.” 

“i always walk like this, kou.”

he jogs to catch up with you, taking your hand in his. “i know, babe. but can we please take a break? my feet do hurt.”

you finally agree and he leads you off the trail. you sit down on dry ground, where the light was hitting just right. 

“move over here, lemme put my arm around you.” 

you move over into his side, wrapping an arm around his torso. the scene was rather picturesque: wind softly blowing through the trees, birds chirping and the sound of flowing water from the lake in front of you. 

“see, isn’t this nice? so now you can rest your pretty legs,” he remarks, rubbing a hand over your thigh. 

“you know, i love that you’re into being active and i was so excited when you agreed to come on this hike with me. but we’re not in any rush..it’s okay to slow down.”

“i’m sorry--”

“no need to apologize, babe. it’s okay,” he reassures, rubbing your shoulder. “but also i just don’t know how to keep up with you. i’m fully admitting it: my s/o is a badass.”

“well, yeah, maybe i’m just trying to keep you on your toes, literally,” you laugh. “but i’ll try to take everything in a little more. i definitely don’t want to miss anything with you.”

you try to resist when he attempts to bear hug you. “nooo, i’m all sweaty. kou, stop.”

“it’s okay, i like that you’re sweaty. actually, i love it.” 

you giggle as he begins to kiss your neck, nibbling lightly on the skin. “okay, now it’s your turn to slow down, big boy.”

hellooooo haikyuu night! requests very much welcome

[danikavasile]

hanxjun​:

ᕙ(^▿^-ᕙ)

The doctor was right: it was a matter of if, not when, when it came to the Guans. It should have been obvious, given the fact that even Minjun had a hard time telling them no. But he gnawed at his bottom lip, worrying it until it threatened to bleed. "Is there any way to… omit them from finding that bit of information?” Medical malpractice, maybe. Minjun felt horrible for asking as soon as the question left his mouth, and he shook his head. “I apologize… And besides, it’d be impossible. Nevermind.”

And then the main cause of his concern was brought up. “No ethical cures”. He knew she was trying to be gentle when dropping that bomb on him, but it felt just like that. It landed square in the chest and rested heavily in his bones. He knew that that would be the case, but hearing it aloud was… any sort of hope he’d strived for upon meeting the doctor dissipated. He felt disappointed. Not at the doctor, but just… disappointed. “That’s what I expected.” No emotion leaked from his voice, but it was still quiet. Minjun felt like a child, pouting when they couldn’t get what they wanted. It was ridiculous. It still hurt him regardless.

Waving a hand, he scrunched his nose, trying his best to be unaffected. He wanted to go home. Lay down and watch Tim meander around his house. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore, thinking about it made his head hurt. Everything ached. It was his own fault. “Right.” Hypotheticals… he could work under the delusion of a “maybe” or a “what if”. It would make him more honest. Depersonalize, rationalize, stare into the face of death and give it a name. Was that what he was doing? He shook his head. Where would he start on his made-up list? If he had to really think about it, it would look something like:

1.) The headaches. It had been a long time having to live with those. Not the worst thing to deal with but constant. 2.) Lack of energy. His legs felt like logs and his knees constantly felt like they were about to give out. He could barely sleep, but still… that shouldn’t affect him the way it did. 3.) His throat. It was a strange, indescribable feeling. Not burning and not aching, but feeling empty. Sort of in the same vein as rattling around the glass bead in an empty bottle of Ramune. If it also felt like choking on something that went down the wrong pipe.

And then the other things. The constant feeling of cold, the fainting. Those things, the latter of which he hesitated to add to his list. But they were still discussing in hypotheticals. He did not want anyone thinking a soft wind would knock him over—that was the last thing he needed.

But in the end, it would be all for naught anyways. As she said, there was no good, clean way of fixing what was going on. “It’s all a bit hopeless, isn’t it?” Minjun snorted. “But I’ve lasted this long. So, I guess now, with your direction, I could find a way to mitigate the symptoms?” He would not even begin to think of entertaining a route in which he took the easy way out.

⋆♱✮♱⋆

"It is impossible," she repeats. And that's all there is to it. Danika isn't a stickler for the rules (how could she be? She actively breaks Korean law whenever it suites her), but when it comes to her job, she is unyielding. Especially in this case, where she believes he is being unreasonable. He has to realize that he is far more than a regular Guan group employee. He is Roga's best friend, his closest confidant outside of his own blood. While the goal of these check-ups is to ensure that employees are healthy enough to perform their duties, it isn’t so simple for Minjun. While Danika is bound by patient-client confidentiality, she couldn't help but think that by keeping this information private, he is punishing more than himself.

She is becoming increasingly irritated by his evasion of the truth. His refusal to be up-front about what is wrong with him is especially frustrating, but she retains a placid expression. She despises self-pity in general but finds it especially distasteful on an elder like Minjun. They are both far too old for this despairing attempt at sainthood; martyrdom is for the young. 

Danika may be too hardened, too clinical; she knows this. But she's always considered her existence to be both a blessing and a curse, but no more than any other being. The benefits and drawbacks of vampirehood had to be balanced, and accepting these benefits necessitated recognizing and learning to live with the limitations. And if she is ever unable to deal with these disadvantages (whether physically or mentally), it would almost certainly spell the end of her existence. There are hard decisions to be made in such dire circumstances. While Minjun may believe he has made his decision, Danika could not agree. He is simply putting off the inevitable. 

"It is only hopeless if you allow it to be," she says. "Your pain management options range from deep breathing exercises to the use of biofeedback. We may also discuss the boundaries of your ethics and where exceptions may be permitted. Would you object to eating, say, a serial killer? Is your aversion to consuming higher life forms a hard and fast rule?" 

After a brief moment, she reaches over and switches off the computer monitor. She rises from the stool, gazing at him with meaningful intensity. "Mr. Han, may I speak with you candidly for a minute?"

[yukihime-mikeys-girl]

Fuck

A/N : As usual, because this is a yandere series, there will be mentions of extreme gore, violence and graphic description of abuse. Please stay away if these dark themes trigger you. Minors DNI.

Taglist is open

- Yuki❄

Sanzu x OC with a slight Sanzu x Ran and very very very light Ran X OC

Masterlist

If there was one thing that was common between Ran and y/n's tormentors in that one moment, it was that they all had one word to describe their thoughts and it was –

‘FUCK!’

Panicking, Kriss urged Naoki, saying, “She’s trying to bluff her way out of the things that we want to do to her. It cannot be, hubby, can it? Let’s just pull out her nails, cut her tongue and gouge out her eyeballs. That way, she won’t be able to tell on us, and yet, we can make sure that she lives a wretched life. Not dying with that kind of pain is the only way I can feel at peace. How dare she try to escape from me?”

“Just shut up for a minute! Do you have any idea how ruthless that bastard is? I have heard that he was once surrounded completely by a mafia group that Bonten wanted erased. That fucker was bleeding from every crevice of his body, and yet, he had a maniacal grin on his face, as if he felt no pain and hacked through the entire group as if he was out clearing weed from a field. Even if she’s lying, I cannot take that risk as Dad is already being investigated by Bonten. I’ll get you ten more like her, but I’m just going to kill her right here.”

Ran, who was still listening felt his blood run cold. ‘Shit, it is her and she could die right now’ he thought. He had to act fast if he was to save her.

Ran shot two bullets in quick succession towards Naoki Nakahara one expertly aimed to the hand which held a gun and the other to his knee to make him immobile. Once the gun clattered to a stop away from Naoki, he said out loud, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? The son of the fugitive, boldly trying to kill one of Bonten’s top executives’ significant other... Tsk, tsk tsk, Mr. Nakahara, do you have the guts to do that?”, Ran asked Naoki as he jumped down from the remaining stairs, gracefully landing on his feet.

Naoki’s blood ran cold. He did not expect a Bonten executive to reach here so fast. Holding in his screams of pain from the bullet wounds, he tried to think up of a way to save his own skin. This could not be happening. Trembling in fear, he tried to diffuse the situation by trying to suck up to Ran.

Ran was walking coolly towards y/n, both hands in his pockets. He wanted to see exactly what was so special about her that Sanzu missed so much.

“Mr. Haitani! H-How long have you been standing there? Wait, nevermind that, I apologize, it was all this vixen’s fault. She was the one who harassed Ms. l/n. She came up with this plan to torture and use her again back at the same firm where they work. I honestly did not know that she was Sanzu san’s ex. You can take l/n-san and this bitch. Please let me go, I am innocent in this. I was used as a trigger man. That’s all. I bear no beef against Bonten. How could I?”, Naoki Nakahara shamelessly pinned the blame onto Kriss while trying to suck up to Ran. He knew how dangerous Bonten was and would rather sell out his fiancée, than getting mixed up with Bonten’s exes.

“Goodness is that so!? I never knew this was the real situation here!”, Ran faked his surprise and played along, while casually bending over to look at y/n. Holding her chin up, so that he could look more clearly at her face, he could see that she used to be a pretty girl once upon a time, big almond shaped eyes, amber hued irises, high cheekbones with a slender jaw and full lips in the shape of a pretty little heart. He could imagine what kind of a girl she might have looked when Sanzu fell in love with her, and if he was to be honest, he was a little jealous.

Yes, he was pursuing Sanzu currently, yes, he was head over heels in love with the resident pink haired druggie, but fuck, if he had the chance; in another life, he wished he was the one who would meet this girl first, instead of Sanzu. He felt an instant infatuation towards her. He now clearly knew why Sanzu spent so fucking many drunken nights, reminiscing about this girl. Fuck, if it were him, he would do it too.

However, right now, her expression looked dead as she looked back at him with sunken eyes, deep bags and drawn in cheeks, her lips were full, but they were cracked and bleeding. She looked malnourished and abused. How much trauma had she gone through?

Ran’s eyes slowly trailed lower. He found endless bruises and broken skin wherever there was skin showing from the flimsy thing that she wore as clothes. If not for her face which was slightly pale, he would have assumed that this shade of maroon mixed with blue/black and splotches of dark dirty green was a new kind of skin tone for humans.

And what was she wearing? It looked worse for wear when compared to the street kids who begged for alms in third world countries let alone Japan. There was barely any cloth left on the flimsy nightgown that was torn and red with splotches of blood all over it.

Ran was not exactly kind when he was cruel to those who betrayed Bonten. No, on the contrary, he loved wielding his baton and breaking the legs of the sinners first with a wide grin. Yeah, he was like Sanzu in this matter. He too loved his job and hence, always tended to finish off the traitors with a creepy grin, so that the last memory ever, of the dying person was that of a human lookalike demon who loved breaking bones.

If he was to be true to himself, the sound of the knee bone cracking was thrilling to him. He’d always fuck someone after a job, because the high he got from those sounds was better than any drug or aphrodisiac that Sanzu could ever get his hands on.

Today was no different.

Ran picked up y/n bridal style and took her to the rickety old chair which was kept nearby. It looked like an interrogation seat seeing as there was a dingy old light bulb over the chair. Placing her gently onto the chair, he whispered to her, “Stay still. Don’t be scared.” Gently kissing her forehead from an angle that was not seen to Naoki and Kriss, he turned and dusted his suit while walking back to the two. Feigning surprise, he played on with the charade as he said, “So, you were completely innocent in this, Naoki-chan?”

Elated that his sucking up had worked, Naoki shook his head in agreement like a dog wagging it’s tail to its master. He replied enthusiastically, “Yes! I am completely innocent in this! It was all planned by this bitch!”

Turning towards a still shocked Kriss, he started scolding her, “How dare you try to hold me responsible for this you wench!? Did you know and still willingly make me do this to her? Shame on you! Just be sold as a whore to one of the brothels that are associated with Bonten, you’re not even pretty enough to work as an escort!”

Kriss was in a complete daze. What the fuck was happening? How could this high level Bonten executive be here in the first place? Why was Naoki selling her out when he was just as much to blame as her in all of this? Yes, she had enlisted his help, but the ‘creative punishments’ were all Naoki. She was too shocked to speak right now. Her mind was unable to comprehend anything since the gunshots echoed.

Ran’s blood was boiling already. The way these two had treated this poor girl was beyond ruthless. He wasn’t above dishing it out to those who deserved it, but he didn’t kill those who were innocent. That was lower thugs of Bonten, the runners. He felt that just breaking their bones was not enough of a punishment. These two needed to suffer.

Grinning, Ran pulled out his phone and twirled it lazily in his palm, while he looked at Naoki with a bored expression.

“Naoki-chan, this girl, she is important to Sanzu. I think you already know this now, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes Haitani san! I apologize from the bottom of my heart! Please forgive me. Let me sell this bitch to one of your brothels. No, wait, no, I am not selling her, she will be an equivalent exchange. Please take her for free to one of the lower standard brothels owned by Bonten, in exchange for forgiving me!”, Naoki shamelessly begged.

“Naoki-chan~ I forgot to tell you~ Since she belongs to Sanzu, your fate is not in my hands... Only Sanzu can decide your fate and the fate of the little bitch-chan beside you.”, Ran replied with a fake pout.

Naoki gulped. He knew he would die a dog’s death if Sanzu were to know of this. Stupidly thinking that since Ran was calling him ‘Naoki-chan’, he had gained a favor from him, he kept up his whining and begged again by changing the honorifics, “O great Haitani-sama, if you could please plead on behalf of me to Sanzu-san, I shall be eternally grateful to you and live as your dog. Please plead to him on my behalf. I beg you, please.”

Ran grinned. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. Unlocking his phone, he said, “Hmm, I have one condition though.”

“Yes! Yes! This dog will fulfill anything that the great Haitani-sama asks for.”, Naoki begged while kowtowing with his palms on the ground in front of Ran.

Ran walked closer to Naoki. He flicked open his baton as stepped on Naoki’s injured hand. He then squatted and sat down, pressing the front part of his foot onto the wound, as he said, “What you said just now, I want you to repeat it word for word. I need to record it as proof for Sanzu, right? If you change even one word or add an extra one, I will whack you with my baton. Each word will cost you one broken bone.

Naoki screamed from the pain that shot up his right hand. The bullet was digging deeper into the flesh and the dirty muddy floors made the skin burn around the open wound.

“Argh! Yes, Haitani-sama, this dog understands.”

Smiling twistedly, Ran clicked record as he said, “Now beg.”

“I beg you, Haitani-sama if you could please plead on behalf of me to Sanzu-san, I shall be grateful to you and live like a dog. Please plead to him on my behalf. I beg you, please.”, Naoki groaned out, as he gasped. The pain was excruciating. He felt he was about to pass out.

“Tsk, tsk tsk, Naoki-chan, were you dumb in school? Were your grades not good enough for you to repeat a simple thing such as this? You botched it.”

Feeling bold and with the pain numbing his brain to fear he felt for Ran in the beginning, Naoki stupidly dug his own grave by replying, “No I did not! I said it right word for word, Haitani-san!”

Before Ran could say anything or take action for his insolence, y/n's dull voice resounded in the room.

“You are a dunce. That was not word for word. You were supposed to say, ‘O great Haitani-sama, if you could please plead on behalf of me to Sanzu-san, I shall be eternally grateful to you and live as your dog. Please plead to him on my behalf. I beg you, please.’ You made the following mistakes, you replaced ‘O great’ with ‘I beg you’, you didn’t use the word ‘eternally’, and you replaced ‘live like a dog’ with ‘live as your dog’. It’s a total of 12 words if we include the changed words, 6 if we only consider the original begging that you did.”

Ran was impressed with y/n's memory and the way she could spot the difference in what was said and heard. If she was so smart, why did she leave? He made a mental note to properly investigate her reasons for leaving. For now, he had to save her first.

“Very good, l/n-san. Thank you for spotting it.”, Ran said respectfully. Turning his head back to Naoki, he said menacingly, “So, 12 bones it is~ Stand up straight and let me take my 12 broken bones.”

“I’m sorry Haitani-sama, please do not break my bones, I beg you.”, Naoki was sweating bullets at this point.

“Na-o-ki-chan~ I will only count until 3 for you to quickly stand, or else I will make mince meat of your skull right now~”, Ran threatened while moving back, waiting for the man to stand.

Gulping, Naoki stood before Ran could start counting. This man was crazier than Sanzu. He hobbled and hissed as he stood, thanks to the bullet in his knee.

“Very good Naoki-chan~”, Ran said, as he started whacking Naoki with the baton and counting gleefully.

By the time Ran had counted and hit 7, Kriss started to regain her senses for a bit and she slowly started inching away from both the men. As long as she could escape from here while Naoki was being thrashed, she thought she would be safe.

Ran stopped for a moment when he saw this and swiftly pulled out his gun with his free hand. Aiming it towards Kriss, he said, “tsk, tsk, bitch-chan. I haven’t gotten to you yet. Our Naoki-chan here says it’s your fault. Surely you do not think I am stupid enough to let you go when our Naoki-chan says that you are the culprit right?”

Before Kriss could say anything, he fired two rounds of bullets into both of Kriss’s knees. He then gleefully looked towards Naoki who was biting his lips so hard to stop screaming that they were bleeding. Ran spoke in a singsong voice, “Oh no~ Naoki-chan~ I forgot how many it was. No problem, let’s start from the beginning shall we?”

Naoki’s face only had terror written on it. Fuck, Ran Haitani was the devil incarnate.

Ran could make out this sentiment from Naoki’s expression alone. He laughed as he said, “Hehe, Naoki-chan~ If I am the devil incarnate, Sanzu is the monster of the abyss which even the devils fear and hence keep them locked up.”

Naoki pissed his pants in fear, just before fainting from the stress and shock.

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