#okay tips hat scurries away

[aceaphs]

“I stared at disbelief at that minecraft man”

when the episodes first aired i was like “awh maybe he’s wary of liochant cause of zenix they kind of have the same younger training guard vibe or something also i’m sure there’s a reason” and then he pulled out the tu’la card i was

i hate that all characters have to be good people in your fics or you're seen as messed up for writing them that way.

Writing Garroth with (canon) racial prejudice because of how he was raised, it's not okay but it is PRESENT, and other characters think he's an asshole for it, and he does get better but it never truly goes away. He'll help make sure other kids don't get the same Biases he was brought up with, but he will always be slightly more inclined to hang out with someone from Ru'Aun than Tu'La, even if he's not aware of it.

(^ The racism is canon btw, ignored bc its an s3 thing but this guy full of says 'lmao I don't trust him because he's Tu'Lan' and I stared in disbelief at that minecraft man)

Writing Laurence who has genuine problems with other people's boundaries and will cross them, even if he knows what they are (canon, if ignored). Again, he gets better, but getting better doesn't undo anything or make it completely go away. If anything, he replaces it too much with resentment and anger due to the calling, making him, in some ways, worse.

(^ literally canon, but i promise you, if i made a hc post including Laurence being pushy about breaking past people's boundaries, someone would get pissed off about it)

Don't even get me started on making characters DEGRADE as a story goes along. Not everyone improves, and improvement often isn't linear. Watch Zenix descend further into madness before realising that Shad is just as corrupt as the Lord system he's been fighting to dismantle. Watch Dante go from cheerful and young to bitter and old(er), he's not a bad person for it, but his loyalty cost him a good life and it may have paid off in the end, but those were still fifteen years he could never get back. His loyalty is praised but he still wonders what kind of life he could have if he'd just... given up, and taken his family somewhere nice where they didn't have to worry about if they'd be able to eat, or if bandits were going to come and ruin what little they had going.

I want to write morally AAA characters, but someone always makes a problem with it and I just....... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

[jjunieworld]

10. my beautiful y/n ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ half written, half texts. word count: 1.7k

“are you sure you don’t want to go somewhere more fancy?” soobin asked as we got into his car. you looked over to him as you buckled your seatbelt.

“you took me to rosello’s for our first date, let’s calm it down for now.”

“we can still go if you want to! i don’t mind,” he replied. you shook your head, smiling. he shrugged, then stole a quick kiss before starting the car.

you gasped and dramatically put a hand to your heart, causing him to chuckle.

when thinking of where to go for your fourth date in a row, the two of you decided that you wanted to try the new diner that just opened.

the sun was still high in the sky as you walked into the dinner. the two of you chose a table near the back wall and waited.

you took a good look around the diner. it had a forest green and white color scheme. the employees had pale yellow uniforms on. it didn’t look how you expected it to. you were expecting checkered floors and bright red and neon lights. it had none of that, besides the occasional neon light. it felt very relaxing in here.

a waitress came up to your table and asked for your orders. you both decided to get a simple burger and fries.

when the food came, you both dug in. eager to see how the new food tasted.

“thoughts?” you asked soobin. he thought for a moment. “the fries were good but the burger was just okay.”

“yeah…” you trailed off, “i’ve had better burgers.”

soobin stole a fry off your plate, as he ate all of his. you gasped and smacked his hand away. “get your own fries!”

he stole two more and put them in his mouth like a walrus.

“you’re so cute,” you said, pulling out your phone and taking a picture.

“hey!” he said. you laughed at him, popping a fry in your mouth. “that’s going on twitter!”

“i have an image to uphold!!” he playfully exclaimed. “and now everyone will see how cute you are,” you replied, shrugging.

he leaned forward a little, a goofy smile on his face. “no, that’s only for you.”

“i see the smooth talker is back,” you grinned. he laughed, “only for you.”

something to the right of you caught his eye and he leaned even more forward to get a better look.

“what is it?” you asked.

his eyebrows knitted together. “is that… is that your two friends over there?” he subtly pointed to a booth with two people in ridiculous disguises.

you looked over and it was indeed your friends. yunjin and hueningkai to be exact. they were wearing over the top hats and fake mustaches with long coats. when they saw you noticing them, they scurried to the wall of the booth out of sight, landing on top of each other as they were on the same side.

you turned back to soobin who was already looking at you. you gave him an ‘are you thinking what i’m thinking’ look. he understood perfectly.

soobin put the money for your meal on the table along with a generous tip and you both made your way over to the booth. you and soobin slid against the other side and waited for yunjin and hueningkai to turn around.

“you think they saw us?” kai asked yunjin as he adjusted his fake mustache.

“you think they saw us?” you mocked and they jumped, yunjin let out a small gasp. they turned slowly to you with guilt.

“y/n… soobin… what a coincidence that we’re seeing you here! yunjin and i were just grabbing some food at this new diner!” kai tried to play off as they both quickly took their disguises off and hid them under the table.

“what a coincidence indeed!” soobin echoed, turning to you. you nodded in agreement. “dare i say, it was planned even!”

yunjin gave a nervous laugh. you decided to take a look at their table to see that it was completely empty. not even a drink was on it.

you stared daggers at them until hueningkai finally spilled. “okay! it was all yunjin’s idea! she looked at your location and said we should spy on your date!” yunjin glared at kai and he held his hands up.

“you’re about to get your location services revoked,” you told yunjin playfully. yeonjun and jake then slid into the booth also, yeonjun next to kai and jake next to you.

“you were all here?” soobin asked incredulously. you laughed at how ridiculous your friends are and the whole table couldn’t help but join in.

“now that we’re all here…” you smiled mischievously, “let’s talk about those plans together.”

after talking through activities to do together, them hesitantly letting soobin join, you and soobin were once again alone on your date. you decided since it was still a bright day out that you would go on a little walk around town.

you were walking hand and hand down the sidewalk, swinging your arms a little between you. soobin suddenly twirled you, causing you to giggle, and then brought his lips to your briefly.

“so…” soobin trailed off.

“so…” you echoed.

“so… i was wondering…” he stopped and sat you on a park bench near a fountain. there were kids running around and playing in the water.

“wondering…?” you continued. he gave you a sheepish smile as he absentmindedly swirled circles with his thumb on your hand.

“i was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfriend? officially?” he breathed. you smiled at him, giggling a little. “hm… i don’t know i have sooo many people lined up.”

he rolled his eyes playfully at you, grinning. “i’d love to be your girlfriend,” you replied.

the two of you kissed and it felt like the first time right in front of your dorm room. your heartbeat was racing and there were tingles all over your body. you can’t believe you were officially soobin’s girlfriend. his actual girlfriend.

“excuse me,” you heard a small voice say. the two of you quickly broke away as you came face to face with a little boy.

“hi!” you replied, cheeks heated. the boy tilted his head. “are you two married?”

before you could say anything, soobin quickly replied. “yes, we are actually!” the boy looked down to your intertwined fingers. “i don’t see a ring.”

soobin scratched the back of his head. “well… that’s actually because it fell in that fountain over there.” he pointed to the fountain behind the boy. “and we’re waiting for maintenance to come and retrieve it for us!”

the boy thought for a moment. “i’ll get it!” he yelled and ran off towards the fountain. soobin quickly dragged you off the park bench and ran back the way to the diner with you behind him.

you couldn’t contain your laughter as the two of you stopped a good distance away from the park. “what was that?”

soobin laughed, “i don’t even know to be honest.” he took you in his arms and spun you as you squealed. “what has gotten in to you today!”

“oh, wow!” you heard a foreign voice say. soobin stopped his spinning and the two of you turned behind you to look at who was speaking.

sakura stood before you, her eyebrows raised slightly and a closed lipped smile. you detached yourself from soobin and smoothed out your clothes. he took your hand as he looked at her, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read.

you haven’t met any of his friends yet, he said he wanted to keep you to himself for as long as possible. you sure as hell were shocked to be meeting sakura a small distance from the diner. taking a look around your surroundings, you find that you’re in front of a luxurious looking spa.

sakura looked to soobin, “long time no see stranger! where have you been?” she then smiled widely. something about it made you nervous. “around,” soobin replied. you could feel the tension between the two of them and it was starting to feel uncomfortable.

sakura’s gaze shifted to you. “and who’s this?” you knew that sakura knew who you were. she invited you to her party for crying out loud! what was her end goal with all of this? to get under your skin somehow? if so, why?

you held your free hand out. “y/n.” she looked down at it, her smiled faltered ever so slightly. instead of shaking your hand, she turned back to soobin. you awkwardly put your free hand back at your side.

“you two seem close! are you dating?” soobin’s hand tightened against yours. “yeah,” he said in a monotone voice. you felt as if there was some sort of silent conversation happening between the two of them as they stared at each other.

“we have places to be sakura,” soobin then said as he began to walk, passing sakura. you turned and waved, “nice meeting you!”

the walk back to the diner and the car ride back to your dorm was silent. soobin’s hands gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

“what just happened back there?” you asked. soobin shook his head. “it’s nothing.”

you both got out and went up the elevator to your dorm. when you got in front of your door you turn and looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you took his hands.

“are you sure it’s nothing?” you asked. he nodded once again.

“i’m sorry,” he said, and leaned down to peck your lips. “it really is nothing…” he placed a kiss on your right cheek. “she just caught me off guard for a moment.” he placed another kiss on your left cheek. you giggled as he did.

“okay…” you still weren’t completely convinced, but you’ll wait until he is ready to tell you.

he smiled down at you. “goodbye my beautiful y/n. my beautiful girlfriend.” your cheeks heated up as he pressed one last kiss to your lips.

he turned to walk away but you grabbed his hand and pulled him back. you cupped his cheeks and gave him another kiss on the lips.

“goodbye my beautiful soobin. my beautiful boyfriend.” he smiled widely, his dimples popping out.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: cute little date with a little bit of drama as a christmas treat you’re welcome

taglist: @imagineyour-kpopboy @gothgyuu @carengene @spooksh0wbabe (if your name is bold it wouldn’t let me tag you!)

— kipo <3

[ughscara]

OH MY GOSH YAME,,, THE 3RD STILL ISNT HERE FOR ME BUT KUNIS BDAY LETTER IS TOO CUTE I EVAPORATED INTO THIN AIR 💥💥💥 all i can think about is reader secretly giving tips to those students who ambushed him and next time they surprise him with a cake that isn't sweet and he actually likes it 💔💔 i just know you end up being popular at the akademiya solely because of kuni and people try to ask you things about him 😭😭 (i just had a sudden rush of scara love and i had to share with someone 🥹)

SUZU .. OH MY GOODNESS OKAY — first and foremost, you're very much welcome! second, i am honored and glad that you reached out to me for this bc 🥹🥹 i wanna pour my heart out in regards to the brainrot and how much i adore him and his letter so here we fucking go. welcome to another episode of ayame loves scara <3

in regards to evaporating into thin air; that is such a perfect way to describe how i felt while reading it too ;; i mentioned this in my silly lil post but i was literally smiling from ear to ear reading his letter, it's just so nice hearing he's up to his usual mundanities yet still experience something eventful in a way :') "it was so incredibly ridiculous i had to laugh" just the image of him laughing. like. genuinely laughing has me going so soft and melt into a puddle

now brainrot time ( ✧ ✧⁠)

reader, in this vision of this specific scenario, wouldn't be affiliated with the akademiya. sure, visits are quite common for you, but it's only for a certain vahumana scholar... he's been the talk of the town for a decent while, not only for his eccentric personality; but also for possessing an insight vastly different from your typical scholar. some students had the gall to examine that harsh exterior falter ever so slightly when you arrive to mainly check up on him with a meal prepared for him, heard saying such things like “you didn't have to trouble yourself.” under his breath only for you to hear all the while he's taking what you had for him that day in his hands, scurrying away in the wild whilst treating himself to the delicacy he's grown to take a liking to ( code sentence for: loves immensely ).

of course, noticing your close bond with vahumana's one and only hat guy, it prompted a few brave souls from the akademiya to approach you and inquire about your lover. some questions were a little on the nose, and you didn't hesitate to turn those questions down for both his sake and yours. mainly his.

overtime, kuni would start hearing your name echo in the halls. sometimes in the house of daena while he occupied himself with reading to pass time. more popular for your connection to him rather than something else... of course, occasional praises being sung about you would enter his earshot, but that is precisely what they should've settled on first. regardless, the first time they ( some of the students ) interrupted his peace; jumping out of a bush with a cake that, in his gaze, was sickeningly sweet as he so described. sharp eyes from one of the students was enough to alert the others that perhaps the cake they got him wasn't something he particularly liked... so, they seek who for guidance? you, of course.

encounter after another when the students spot you at puspa cafe on your own, your desire to see your lover being unceremoniously interrupted by a student or two having a few things to ask you. you admit, you found a bit of amusement in how literally everyone in the akademiya knew little to none about him. and truthfully, you felt like some divinely favored being to be able to call him your boyfriend, but you digress. his dessert preferences was something you didn't expect to be asked a day prior to his birthday, but the question wasn't unwelcome. you'd dawn on a small smile and explain to the students that he isn't so fond of sweets. sure, he'll have dessert, but they're always bitter. your excitement was unfortunately not kept at bay when the group of vahumana students brought up why they were asking. and you, naturally, tagged along with them to surprise him.

all you did was provide directions, the path he always takes to his favorite spot that he rarely ever visits unless with you tagging along or something would weigh down his mind. and for the fun of it, you made sure to remain hidden as the group jumped out of the bush with a cake that this time, was one exactly to his liking. that same laughter that erupted from him last time, as the students told you, escaped his lips again. this one seemed more... genuine, in comparison to the last one which the students explained as "feeling like they were getting spit in the face."

from his perspective, as his eyes were fixed on the matcha flavored cake presented to him, he could just about feel your presence lurking here. you're the one who's been indulging them in their meaningless questions that were only answered for the sake of knowing more, you're watching him right now, aren't you? of course you are, not when he was able to make out the little hum that was almost taken away along with the breeze and the accomplished squeal from one of the students.

just how much did you indulge them? not much he figured, but you didn't shy away from explaining his dessert preferences. typical from you, yet that laughter that escaped his lips, the slightly lighthearted snark thrown at the students standing in front of him with his favorite cake, and the acknowledgement of your presence here that slowly began to dissipate... you have some explaining to do.

[allisamemory]

On the Other Side of the Screen (part 1)

You were surprised when you heard from Nahida that he left for Inazuma a while back. Thanking the young Archon by giving her some modern sweets, you teleport to the land of eternity.

A.K.A in which a little wanderer and an administrator have some milk tea while looking at comments about him

(written before 3.3 hits, probably ooc)

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You were surprised when you heard from Nahida that he left for Inazuma a while back. Thanking the young Archon by giving her some modern sweets, you teleport to the land of eternity.

It took you a good while to find him in Inazuma. If he's in Tatarasuna, then it's not a good time to disturb him. If he's in Tenshukaku, then you don't want to be in his way. Even though you want to hear his conversations with Ei... But who are you to disturb their privacy?

Luckily, you finally found him on Seirai instead. He was idling at Asase Shrine, petting the cats and even feeding some of them, with a few birds perched on his hat and shoulders. You secretly took a few pics before greeting him.

"Hey, Raiden!"

He flinched when he heard your voice, scurrying to get up and tried to shoo the cats and birds away to make him look more intimidating in front of you. Unfortunately for him, you already adjusted the system so that the cats and birds never left him until sunset.

Now he really looks like a Disney Princess! You internally laughed maniacally. Oh, if only those diehard fans could see him in this state...

"Having fun with your friends, Raiden?"

"... Don't call me that." He glared at you.

"But aren't you the one who allows me to name you whatever I want?"

He then scoffed. "Just call me Jun."

"Okay, Raiden Jun!"

Ah, now he looks like he wants to conjure a tornado and blow you to kingdom come. You'll get revived anyway, so you're not exactly worried.

You sat by him and placed the plastic cups in front of you, ignoring his sigh. One of the cats - Meshi, if you recall, got onto your lap and sat while purring. You resist the urge to scream because of the ticklish sensation. You instead took the boba tea you ordered, taro cheesecake with extra sugar out of the plastic bag, piercing the cup with extra precision.

"How can you even enjoy something that can give you diabetes?" He asked with a revolted tone.

"Well, I've drunk worse." You take a sip of what you considered liquid gold. "And I concentrate more when I drink sweets! Can you fault me, someone who has to focus to keep this world up and running from taking a rest that she oh so needs?"

He went silent at that, probably giving up on trying to bicker with you. Though you can sense some form of worry from his tone.

You did look into the mirror before you came here. Your training in the police station has been rough, forming eye bags and creases on your beautiful, youthful face. Thankfully, it's December, and your training is finally over. So now you get to enjoy a month of vacation and witness one of the major events in the history of this game.

"It's been a long time coming, 2 years in the making, but your banner will finally be here! Tomorrow, I'll perform some maintenance and change the banner. Your and Itto's banners will be the first phase, while Ei and Ayato's will be second.”

"Heh, didn't think you'd take my request seriously." He took his straw and poke the top of his boba cup, leaving trails all over the thin plastic.

"I'm more surprised that you'd rather be with Mr. Redhorn Himbo than with her." You playfully wag your finger near his face. "Or could it be that you took interest in Itto?"

He swatted your finger away with an annoyed look, tipping his hat slowly so as to not alarm the birds perched on it.

"He's not a puny mortal, even if he really is an idiot. That oni is at least worthy of my presence."

And yet he has been secretly praising Kazuha about his entire achievement against Musou no Hitotachi...

Ladies and gentlemen, if you were to search for 'tsundere' in the urban dictionary, this man's face would surely appear!

"... Aren't you excited?"

"About what?"

"About the many people that will wish for you? Oh, I bet your banner will landslide even Nahida's banner!"

"Hmph, as if they'll even pull for me."

You stopped drinking at that, trying to get a good look at his face. His eyes are closed and he has his arms crossed, and his breath is almost even. Almost.

"... Jun, wanna hear a story?"

While he didn’t respond, you continued, petting Meshi in your lap.

"I actually have a friend who saved up just for you."

He moved a bit in the corner of your eyes.

"Of course, he did pull for other characters. But he had a golden rule to keep 10 wishes on his savings from last month. For example, if he got around 70 Fates in the last month, he will only spend 60 and nothing more. He already accumulated 240 Fates for you in the past two years, and an extra 110 since last month and anniversary reset." You shake your head. "Of course, because of that, he only got a few characters doubled by his shit luck. Can you believe he almost got all of Diluc and Qiqi’s constellation? He also only buys genesis when the thing refreshes, which only happened 2 times."

“Really? Someone as pathetic as him trying to get his hands on me? He wish.”

“That’s what he thought at first, too. He was like ‘’I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who wants this guy.’’ and got a little insecure.”

You waved your hand, summoning a hologram screen for the two of you. As the Administrator, it’s your job to collect thoughts and reviews of fans to find out what they want. What they think of certain gameplay, world building, and other such things. Thoughts about characters aren’t an exception.

"But then many people appear. A lot of them are interested in you. They don’t even want you to change, just being yourself is enough for them to like you.”

On the monitor, comments about him pass by like a river. Some comments show disdain of him - as he expected. Some show curiosity about his past, some show even infatuation and interest.

"I do admit that some of them are... Well, masochist who wants you to step all over them." He snorted when he saw the comments that implied so. "But some of them genuinely want you to be a part of their team."

He then saw it. Many wished him to have a happy life, to befriend other Vision Holders, to be freed from his past that deeply troubles him. Some even thought about putting him in the same team as Kazuha and Ei.

"Venturing the woods, eating under the stars, meeting new people... Being truly free. It's what they want for you." You continue drinking again for a while, leaving him with his thoughts as he looks up to the azure sky.

"Freedom? Heh, funny that it came in the form of being bound to them."

"Without love, freedom is empty. And without freedom, love is just another word for shackles."

After looking at the comments together for a while, you eventually dispel the monitor, glancing at his drink that must have gone bland since most of the ice has melted.

"... You're not drinking your tea?"

"You really know how to spite me, don't you?"

I laughed. "Well, I'm the Administrator, after all. I know a lot about you." You ripped the cup open and slid the remaining pearls to your mouth. “The stall ran out of boba, by the way. Yours didn’t have any.” But in reality, you asked Tomoki not to give his milk tea pearls.

“Must be my lucky day.” He finally stabbed his cup and took a sip on his milk tea. There was less sugar and milk this time, so the taste of the tea was more prominent, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.

"Disgusting." He sniffed, wiping his tears away.

You patted him on the back and took another sip, and then another, and then another one, until the entire thing was empty, making you smile wholeheartedly.

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Author's notes:

Me: I'm not writing a sagau until we reach Khaenri'ah

Also me: Wrote a 1.3k sagau for a character I'm initially indifferent about

I'm not interested Scaramouche back when I met him in Unreconciled Stars (other than the fact he looks like Raiden Mei), but he recently grow on me.

I named him "Jun" because it means "pure, innocent", which is what he was back then, and probably still is deep down. I'm not a character analysis expert, so idk. I just think it clicks with him and roll with it.

I've saved up 70 pulls for him, but have no guaranteed. Maybe this will help me drag him home by the collar? We'll see.

I hope all Scaramouche/Wanderer/what you want to name him become havers!

[katietinkerportfolio]

The Adventures of Finn and Eddie Part 9

Aracoat and Creme had gotten on so well, Aracoat had decided to stay with the group. Riding atop Bernard's back, giggling with Creme as he made funny faces.

On they traveled, following a well worn path. Eventually, off in the distance the group began to hear rhythmic counting "1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3." the voice kept perfect time. As they drew nearer they could hear other snippets of the conversation. "You have to let him lead, this is the Pig Trot. Not a barn dance." chided the voice.

"Dancing?" wondered Bernard, his excitement rising. "I love dancing." They entered the clearing, or dance floor, a little more explosively than is customary thanks to Bernard's enthusiasm. Resulting in a rabbit in a toadstool dress with a toadstool cap for a hat (or was it part of her head?), holding up her paw, stopping Bernard in his tracks.

Eventually, after no hurrying, the rabbit turned to the party and inquired as to their business. "Are you dancing? Is this a class? Can anyone join?" Bernard bombarded the teacher. Before she could even begin to answer, Bernard stood up on his hind legs. This sudden change plain caused Creme and Aracoat to start tumbling from his back. Creme managed to grab some of Bernard's fur stopping his descent, Aracoat was not so lucky. She rolled from his back, spring-boarding off of his tail and continued rolling across the snow. Fortunately, Finn saw and went to her rescue, stopping her flight with his nose. She scurried gratefully up his forehead to perch between his antlers.

Meanwhile, the rabbit once again hold up her paw, preventing Bernard's explosion of questions. She appeared unaware of what had just transpired behind Bernard. "This is a private class. If you would like some lessons please book with myself, Fennella Fungling, a month in advance." she glared at Bernard from under her classical toadstool cap.

Bernard was taken aback. Clearly, being guardian of the forest usually came with some perks. Fennella did not share in this tradition though. However, before she could shoo the group away, one of the pigs taking the class spoke up. "It's okay for them to join. They may actually help us get this quicker."

"If you're sure." accepted Fennella.

"Of course." they smiled. "My name is Sam and this is my wife to be, Winnie." he introduced proudly.

Only Bernard wanted to join in and due to his location, Creme also ended up taking part as Bernard's partner. This made for some interesting partner work.

Fennella pulled the tip of her cap down over her eyes, aghast at Bernard and Creme's attempts. "This isn't working." Fennella mused. She sashayed up the Bernard and tapped Creme on the shoulder. "My I have this dance?" she asked. Creme, legs dangling in the air as he held on to Bernard's claws, nodded. Fennella put her paws under Creme, moving him to her shoulder She then took up Bernard's paws. "Okay, let's see if we can get you both up to speed. Sam, Winnie, are you ready to lead?"

"Lead? Are you ready my dear?" asked Sam.

"I believe so." agreed Winnie.

Fennella lead Bernard in a slightly crooked dance, he only stepped on her feet a few times. Sam and Winnie lessons on the other hand, seemed to have paid off. They swirled and twirled in perfect time, never even coming close to stepping on each other's trotters. When the dance was over they jumped around, hugging each other. "We've got it! We've finally got it!" chorused the happy pair.

"Very well done you two. I believe you are ready for the big day." congratulated Fennella.

Bernard and the group excused themselves, allowing the dance lesson to continue with Fennella providing a few corrections. After a bit of travelling, Finn stopped. "Bernard? Would you mind just checking with the trees again? After all that's happened I just want to be sure we're going in the right direction."

This story is based on sculptures/sketches created by the Twitch streamer Shippochi, find her via the links below.

Find Shippochi here: https://www.twitch.tv/shippochi and https://www.instagram.com/shippochistudio/

[ddarker-dreams]

Waking Nightmare. Yan Childe x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes and unhealthy relationships.  Word count: 1.2k. Note: i just wanted to write a little something for childe... i miss him </3

“... Ajax?”

It’s a miracle that you’re able to utter his name without recoiling, your voice a proper mixture of tender and demure. Childe never leaves room for interpretation when it comes to his preferences — he spells things out to an embarrassing degree. How he’s able to detail such intimate desires without going red in the face or getting tongue-tied is unknown to you. Understanding or not, you knew every little thing he wanted; it was impossible not to with how often he’d bring it up.

Act as a good little spouse. Kiss him on the cheek when he returns home. Ask about his day. Make him dinner. Tell him how much you missed him. Warm his bed. The list goes on and on, a cumbersome chore at best and humiliating punishment at worst. And still, you always followed through. There was no room for error if you wanted to escape scrutiny, so you put on a performance brilliant enough to dazzle audience goers in Fontaine’s theatre scene.

You smiled, you laughed, you kissed him; you loved him. Or at least you pretended to. Maybe he can tell, maybe he can’t. Whatever the case, it worked and continues to work. Tomorrow he’s rewarding you with a trip to the market, your first outdoor excursion in months. You circled the day on a calendar in bright red, a detail your husband enjoyed teasing you over.

“You’re looking forward to spending my money that much?” he’d joke, to which you’d giggle and nod. You would’ve found swallowing rusted nails preferable to that, but alas, your options were limited. Every second of every day you were monitored. The servants of his estate in Snezhnaya followed your every movement like their life depended on it.

The gardeners would tip their hats to greet you, going tense whenever you neared the tall gates that cage you off from the outside world. The chefs would ask if the most recent meal was to your liking, not bothering to hide how they’d block the sharp knives with their bodies when you went by. The maids were your least favorite. They faintly reminded you of mice, scurrying about and fussing over you in high-pitched voices.

They’d listen to you from a room over, knocking on the door when you got too quiet, under the pretense of asking if you needed anything. What conniving little liars. They could at least act like they weren’t running constant surveillance on you.

“Ajax?” You try again, your voice taking a shakier timbre than usual.

… Still no response.

You go still as a corpse. Waiting, contemplating, listening. He’s sound asleep, you can gauge as much from the soft snores and gentle sighs. The grandfather clock in the corner of the master bedroom is the only other source of noise. A gift from a Fatui diplomat for your wedding, a little over a year ago from today. Your last major public appearance before you were whisked away into seclusion.

Your arm reaches beneath the bed, your fingers blindly grasping for something to fill them.

Tick.

They brush against a wooden hilt. You grab it with sweaty palms.

Tock.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you lift your arm up like you were drawing water from a well. This was it. You were going to go through with it tonight. Whatever the end result is, whatever door to purgatory this would open, so be it.

Tick.

You raise up and judge him with your eyes. How deceivingly innocent someone could appear while in the throes of slumber — he’s almost like a different man entirely. Streams of moonlight illuminate the soft, messy auburn tufts framing his face, along with a line of drool falling from his slacked mouth. He’s a convincing liar, even in his sleep. That doesn’t change anything. Your mind is made up, it has been for ages, ever since you had the misfortune of meeting him.

Tock.

The knife is raised and your prayers at the ready. The gods have ignored your every plea until this point, but that’s okay; so long as this works. Then you can forgive them. Then you can forgive yourself. Just work, just work, just work—

You thrust it down and aim for his wicked heart.

Something akin to calm washes over you like spring rain. Your hands no longer shake, your breathing is steady, and your mind is clear. Clearer than it’s ever been. What troubled you the most over the past year went beyond Childe, the roots ran far deeper than that. What threatened to unravel you was doubt. Do you play along or act out? Accept your situation or continue to plan an escape? Droop low to hurting others or uphold your morals?

Doubt, doubt, doubt. There was so much of it that it overflowed from your soul, soaking into every other crevice of your person. In a way, the outcome didn’t matter. You pushed past the barrier that held you prisoner for so long.

If your heart is made of flesh after all, you think, the tip of the knife but an inch above its target, then bleed.

“I didn’t expect you to be smiling while you did it.”

He stops your wrist with a single hand, gazing up at you through his eyelashes.

It doesn’t take much pressure for your grip to slacken. The knife drops and is flung to the side with a loud clatter, going someplace where you can’t hope to reach. For some reason, you lift your fingers to your mouth to test the validity of his claim. It’s just as he said. Your lips are curled up, in what must be the most genuine smile you’ve had in months. He matches it with one of his own — though his is considerably more strained — more teeth than anything else.

“Ten days,” his grin widens, “Ten days I waited to see what you’d do with that knife you stole. I suppose this was what I should’ve expected, hm?”

You wince but offer no other physical response. “Was it not?”

“No, it was. How you went about it is what turned out to be different. I thought you’d cry, shake all over the place, and barely be able to hold yourself together… color me surprised.”

“Sounds like you don’t think highly of me.”

“On the contrary,” Childe flips your position, now hovering above you with a manic expression on his countenance. He holds your arms above your head with one hand and strokes your cheek with the other. “I wouldn’t have made you mine if I didn’t adore you as much as I do.”

At this, you look to the side, lowering your voice. “... I’m not yours.”

It’s almost imperceptible how his muscles go taut. Had you not been so acquainted with his mannerisms, you may have missed it, yet you know him too well. His silence could be mistaken for agreeing with your statement. The stillness that accompanies him is exhausting, almost worse than receiving an outright punishment for your transgression. There’s something working behind the scenes in his mind. A machine chugging away, processing the information you’ve fed it, trying to decide what to do next.

“No, you are,” he reaffirms, dragging the pad of his coarse thumb against your cheek. “It’s just your mind I haven’t claimed yet. However…”

Childe leans over to blow air against your ear.

“Let’s go to work on changing that, shall we?”

[jisungsmochi]

nct dream reaction: them getting jealous when you are getting closer to another member

okay trust me, i’m writing some new fics, i just finished this first so here it is 

mark:

i feel like he is the type of have A LOT of trust in his partner - without trust, he wouldn’t even be in a relationship with someone

he wouldn’t mind you having other guy friends, just as long as you were clear about your relationship with them

he knew that you and renjun were friends prior to your relationship

so naturally, he was aware that you guys were already close

but whenever he saw renjun lean in closer towards you whenever you were talking

or whispering small inside jokes into your ear

he couldn’t help but feel annoyed?

of course he trusted you, and he trusted renjun

but the sight of you two being so close made him feel uneasy

so he would opt to leave the room, not wanting to do or say anything he would regret

as i mentioned, he has a lot of trust in his partner, he wouldn’t want them to not trust him in return

you would run after mark the moment you heard the door close behind him

you approached him cautiously, your fingers softly tapping his shoulder

“hey, are you okay? did i say something?”

“no you didn’t say or do anything at all. it’s just me” he shrugged, fuelling your concern

“what’s up? you know you can tell me” mark begins to feel slightly embarrassed at this point

“i-i was jealous of you and renjun, okay? i know it’s silly” it caught you off guard, you never really saw mark as the jealous type

but this only meant that he really liked you

you shook your head playfully, wrapping your arms around his torso, smiling into his chest

“it’s not silly, you can tell me how you feel. i actually prefer it, rather than you leaving and staying quiet, you know?” mark just nods, his hand rubbing your back softly

he was so lucky to have someone like you in his life, everything felt complete

renjun:

hmm i have some mixed feelings about how he would react

i feel like he would go for someone who is independent and has their own strong personality

basically he would prefer a partner that isn’t too dependent on him, you know?

but when he sees how social / close you’ve become with jaemin, he’s about to lose it completely

jaemin was naturally flirty, and you were naturally enticing to be around

that mix was not a good look in renjun’s eyes

he wanted nothing more than to pry you away from his friend

but he didn’t want to be labelled as the ‘possessive’ or ‘overbearing’ boyfriend

you would always shift your eyes to make contact with renjun’s, assuring him that you were still paying attention to him

but it still wasn’t enough for him to stop feeling jealous

once jaemin laid his hand on your shoulder and moved closer to you (a little too close to comfort for renjun) — he snapped

renjun would excuse the both of you, pulling you along with him out of the room

“i-i don’t like jaemin touching you like that”

you found it slightly amusing that he was jealous. of course you took it as a friendly touch, but you understood how it looked to renjun

“that’s just how he is. you’re the only one i want to hold hands with” you link your hands with his tightly

he starts to go quiet

“and you’re the only one i want to kiss” you peck his cheek gently “like this”

renjun felt his cheeks heat up from the touch, immediately feeling shy infront of you

“o-okay, i just got jealous, that’s all” he pouted

“i know, and that’s okay! just remember that i’m all yours, and only yours, okay?”

jeno:

very very protective

makes it clear that he can get jealous but you had never seen it first hand

so when he saw you laugh a bit too hard at one of haechan’s jokes, he felt his heart slightly ache

‘i’m not as funny as haechan’

‘they looks so much happier with him’ he would think to himself

despite his tough exterior, jeno had a lot of insecurities inside

he doesn’t think he has ever seen you laugh that hard at one of his jokes before

so he starts to get quiet, distracting himself with his phone

suddenly the laugher stops as you make you way to sit down next to your boyfriend

he honestly would be a bit petty at first, only responding with one word answers, until haechan calls him out

“dude, get off your phone and talk to your partner”

“dude, how about you stop flirting with my partner then?” jeno grunts, causing the whole room to go quiet.

you felt so embarrassed, apologising to haechan quietly before dragging jeno away from the group

“what was that? it wasn’t cool, you have to apologise to him!” you folded your arms, not comprehending how jeno was feeling

“what? i’m not apologising. you obviously enjoyed his flirting!”

“jeno, you’re being quite unreasonable right now. it was just some harmless jokes, nothing more” you tried to reassure him

he knew you were right, but he was stubborn at times

“look at me” you brought his face between your palms

“go and apologise to haechan, and then we can go home and cuddle, and also have a deep talk about all of this. sound good?” you suggested

jeno nodded, placing a soft kiss to your forehead

he was whipped for you, this only solidified how he truly felt

haechan:

oh the pettiest of them all

would make it known he was NOT happy with you leaning in so close to mark

you were at a formal function for the celebration of their new album dropping

a lot of people attended, meaning you had to lean in closer than usual just to hear someone speak

haechan couldn’t hide his jealousy when you slapped mark’s shoulder playfully

“jeez, stop shooting holes into mark’s head!” jaemin joked, causing haechan to start glaring at him

renjun tried his best to call down the heated boy

“you know mark wouldn’t ever try anything, don’t get it all twisted in your head, alright?”  

haechan just nodded, he knew renjun was just speaking facts

you eventually went to seek out your boyfriend, catching him by the drinks table

“hey, where have you been? i was looking everywhere for you”

“clearly not everywhere”

that caught you off guard

“excuse me? what’s your deal?”

haechan sighs at you, knowing that he shouldn’t have been snappy towards you

“let’s just not make it a bigger deal than it is, i was just jealous of how close you and mark were tonight. you barely talked to me, that’s all” he tried to shrug it off, but you knew him better than that

you placed a firm squeeze to your boyfriend’s shoulder

“if it upset you so much, you know you could have just talked to me? i would never intentionally ignore you like that, i was just so excited for tonight”

haechan nods, pulling you to his side slowly, his arm latched to your waist

“i know and i’m sorry, would you care to dance?” he slightly bit the side of his lip as you nodded enthusiastically

“of course i would” you would drag him to the dance floor as you swayed along to a random ballad playing through the speakers

the rest of the night was full of laughter and smiles once haechan realised he was worried for no damn reason

jaemin:

i see him as someone who can get easily jealous

if another guy even looked at you the wrong way, jaemin has his eyes on them

i feel like he does have self control tho and would choose to not act upon his jealousy

but one day he just snapped

you were playing video games with jeno while you were waiting for jaemin to come home

it wasn’t unusual for you to do so

but one time you didn’t greet jaemin when he came through the door because you were too engrossed in the game

he wouldn’t say anything at first, understanding that you just wanted to beat jeno’s ass

so he makes himself a sandwich before sitting down on the couch with you, pulling you to his side

you slightly shrug him off,

“hey, let me finish this round” you don’t even look at him, which made jeno chuckle

jaemin glared at his friend, but was still in shock by your reaction

“jaem, they’re good at this game, have you been teaching them?” jeno nudges you gently as he continued to play

jaemin was beyond pissed at this point

not only was his significant other ignoring him but his friend was sitting a little too close for his liking

he tries to grab your attention again, tugging on the sleeve of your hoodie, pressing his cheek to your shoulder

“baby, i missed you” he whispered in your ear, distracting you from the game, making you lose the round

“jaem, look what you did now!” you pout, turning to face him

jeno sensed there was tension and quickly scurried off to his own room

“i’m sorry i ruined your SUPER fun game with jeno” he scoffed

“oh please, you know we are just friends. the ONE time i don’t give you an ounce of attention, you wanna act up huh?”

jaemin was now pouting, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater

you let out a sigh before moving to sit closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder

“i’m sorry, i was just getting jealous of how close you guys are now, i want you to play games with me instead! i can teach you everything he can!”

you shook your head before linking your fingers with his

“i know you can, how about tomorrow? the whole day will be just for you and me!” jaemin’s eyes gleamed at the thought, attacking you with hugs and kisses

‘well that was easier than expected’ you thought to yourself

chenle:

seems like the jealous type

idk i get them vibes ya know?

let’s say you invited jisung to go shopping with you while chenle had a different schedule

at first, he’d be like ‘oh yeah go for it!’ bc well, it was just jisung

he had nothing to be worried about

but once he saw you post multiple stories on instagram of yours and jisung’s day out, he couldn’t help but be filled with rage

from eating cute cafe desserts, to buying plushies and even going to the arcade together

chenle was upset to say the least

not only did he miss out on spending time with you, he felt you were slowly replacing him with his best friend

but of course that was the furthest thing from the truth

the tipping point was when jisung posted a mirror selfie of the two of you wearing matching bucket hats

chenle felt his heart ACHE

when you both returned to the dorms, chenle immediately snatched you away, refusing to even greet jisung

jisung stood there like 🧍🏻

anyways chenle would drag you to his room, shutting the door quickly

you were so mf confused

“be honest, do you like jisung more than me?”

you were flabbergasted, was he on crack?

“what? where is this coming from? of course i don’t like him more than you!”

chenle allowed himself to calm down before continuing, shouting wasn’t going to get him anywhere

“well then why did you do so many fun things with him today? you even got matching hats!” he frowned, folding his arms

“we were just hanging out as friends! i promise. and we actually bought you a hat too! i wanted us to all be matching, since we were like a trio. i didn’t know that upset you”

he felt like a complete idiot

“n-no i’m sorry i assumed things, please don’t hate me” chenle pulled you into his chest

“i could never hate you, even if i tried” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his torso

jisung:

oh boy

he’s the silent type,, he would want to avoid any awkward confrontation at all costs

he would bottle up his jealousy until one day he just explodes

i feel like jisung needs a lot of reassurance if he was in a relationship

he didn’t like the sinking feeling in his stomach whenever he saw you and chenle together

things such as playful hits to the shoulder or chest, loud laughter and friendly compliments were seen as subtle flirtations to jisung

you would always try your best to include jisung in your inside jokes with chenle but he’d always shrug it off

“nah it’s just a thing between you two”

comments like those, rubbed you the wrong way and you could tell chenle was slightly bothered too

each time you tried to ask jisung about it, he’d brush it off

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”

“are you sure? because you were kind of being cold to us, don’t you think?”

“doesn’t feel nice when you’re excluded, does it?” you were beyond confused

“can you please talk to me about what’s going on? i don’t like seeing you like this” you pull jisung to across from you on his bed

he avoided your eyes at all costs, fiddling with his rabbit plushie

“i’m jealous” he mumbled

“come again?”

“IM JEALOUS OKAY?” he threw his hands in the air hysterically, catching you off guard

“sometimes i don’t like how close you are with chenle. it seems like you are closer to him than me! i want to make you laugh like that, and i want to buy you nice things. and i want you to hit me playfully”

you listened closely to each concern

you brought your hand to enclose his, placing a soft kiss to his knuckles

“jisung, you’re the only person in this world that makes me laugh so hard that my ribs hurt. buying me nice things won’t change how i already feel towards you. and we can definitely try to be more playful with eachother” you started running your hands through his hair as he slowly shuffled closer to you

“t-thankyou, it’s nice to get it off my chest”

“of course, you have nothing to worry about” you placed a kiss to his forehead as you both spent the night cuddling

[its-deputy-caleb]

i love the sadie fic sm THANK YOU!!!!!!!! and a part two doesnt sound too bad 🧐🧐🧐 that is if you arent busy! <3

as promised anon! i bring you apart two for your sadie fic. For anyone that is new, part one is here and i suggest reading that first. this one is a little shorter but i wanted a sweet and simple date this time around. And yes i did my research the word klutz was used in the early 1900's 😌😌

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“Get your ass up missy, the day’s gonna be over before you leave the bed.”

Sadie comes storming into your bedroom, a large grin on her face as she draws the curtains back with one hand. The other is holding her shotgun over her shoulder and her typical oversized brown coat and unkept shirt looks weirdly out of place in your polished bedroom that is littered with gold and white trim along the walls.

You covered the sun from your eyes, pulling the pillow over your face as you groaned from being woken up.

It had been a few months since you’d first met Sadie and she’s become something of a close friend. Okay you did occasionally sneak kisses and hold hands when no one was looking but to everyone else she was no more than a companion and bodyguard who’d been welcomed into your family estate.

She places the worn shotgun onto the wardrobe and comes to sit on the bed, prying the pillow from your fingers before smiling down at you. She leans down and gives you a soft kiss.

“Good morning.”

She pulls you up and shoves you into the bathroom, giggling and making fun of the amount of products you have for just your hair alone lying on the cabinet. You nearly trip on your night gown and tells you to get ready for the day while she waits in the garden for you.

You did your hair, waiting for one of the maids to help tie your corset and pull your petticoat over your head. Once you were fully dressed in a lighter, more casual summer dress you made your way to the garden. On the way you grabbed one of your hats, tying it under your chin as the door was opened for you.

The carriage was waiting for you with Sadie already waiting in the front seat beside the driver. She noticed you, smirking down before playfully addressing you.

“Where to Missy?”

“Why Blackwater of course— the tailor is finished with my new dress!”

Sadie hopped down, helping you get comfortable inside the carriage but as she went to leave again you grabbed her wrist.

“Sit in here with me, please?”

You gave her the biggest most innocent look you could muster, pouting as she laughed softly and shook her head.

“Now who’s gonna be guarding the carriage hmm? Wouldn’t want a doll like you getting damaged unlike last time.”

You gasped dramatically, holding your hands to your chest in mock offence.

“If I remember correctly the carriage tipped because of you Ms. Adler and it ended with mud all over my dress!”

You couldn’t stop the giggles that left you as Sadie rolled her eyes.

“All the more reason to be up the front and make sure nothing happens to that bodice of yours!”

Huffing, you slumped into the carriage chair as you called out to Sadie

“Fine. But you’re coming dress shopping with me.”

-

An hour later you were standing on the streets of Blackwater, your heels clanking along the pavement as the two of you scurried to see the tailor.

The bell rang as Sadie held the door for you and the tailor Mr. Kretzschmar perked up to greet you. He was a kind gentleman who always gave you extra discounts and added dresses as you were a regular customer to his service since you were young and considered you a dear friend. Often on your birthday an extravagant ball gown is delivered to your families estate.

“Hello Ma’am, it’s so lovely to see you back on such a fine day. Who is your companion?”

He gestured to Sadie who as staring at a teal blue dress hanging on a mannequin and grimaced at the thought of wearing such a thing.

“Oh this is Ms Sadie Adler, she’s a dear and close friend to me. She’s going to help me decided if the yellow or the lavender dress will suit next weeks dinner party.

Before Sadie could protest about having to watch you play dress up, you grabbed her arm and dragged her to one of the changing rooms which had been reserved for you.

“What’s wrong with the blue one you have at home?”

You rolled your eyes as you heard Sadie shuffle about and take a seat on the chair outside to the curtain. You fumbled for a minute, trying to pull your dress over your head but couldn’t manage to get the thing undone. You stumbled over your own feet for the second time today as you feel through the curtain and blushed as Sadie burst into laughter.

“For a lady you sure are a klutz sometimes— common I’ll help you with the yellow one first.”

Sadie lifted you from the floor, helping you untie the dress and putting the new yellow one over your fitted corset and petticoat. She fixed the ribbon in your hair and moved you to stand in front of the mirror as she stood behind you.

“There see? The yellow makes your eyes shine.”

She placed a soft kiss to your neck before you turned and shoved her out of the change room gently. Fussing over needing to see all your options, you were spoilt after all.

“Now get out! I want to try the lavender one.”

Sadie laughed, walking over to a wooden chair as she sat on it backwards with her hands holding her head. It was much more to her appeal than the plush ottoman in the room.

“Whatever you say Missy.”

Sadie’s playful tone died in her chest however when she saw you come out in the lavender dress. It looked beautiful on you and it took her breath away.

She stood from the chair, slowly inching towards you as she took in the sight of you. Eventually her hands landed on your waist, staring into your eyes as she pulled you close.

“Well I’ll be damned, never knew purple was your colour—“

“Its lavender—“

Sadie rolled her eyes again, laughing and bumping your noses together as her eyes trailed down to your lips. Your hands came to hold her jacket as she kissed you gently.

Your hand came to tangle in her hair and for a moment you were completely captured in her lips on yours and her hands protectively around your waist. That is until you heard someone cough awkwardly as if to get your attention.

Pulling away you tilt your head to see Mr.Kretzschmar holding the accessories that went along with the dress as well as a tape measure around his neck and a shoe box tucked under his arm.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something?”

Your dear friend gave you a soft but accepting smile as he placed the box down on onto the ottoman, nodding and turning to leave.

“I’ll leave you two alone for while, just call if you need anything.”

Before he could leave the both of you thanked him. Sadie gave him a silent nod which must have shown her appreciation while you on the other hand matched his generosity with words.

“Thank you Mr. Kretzschmar, I’ll have father invite you for dinner sometime.”

You watched as his face lit up, knowing that your father and him had been close friends. He was often eating dinner with your family, sometimes inviting his own and you certainly knew that your father supported his business. He left the room shortly after, leaving you and Sadie to giggle like you were children caught with too many lollies.

-

The two of you spent longer than you thought, trying on an array of different outfits and sharing kisses in between. You were however unsuccessful in getting Sadie to find a dress of her own but you always had more time to work her up to the thought of a corset and stockings.

Without wanting to ruin such a good day out with her, you left the tailor and visited the pictures. The movie was some silent film about long lost lovers but you weren’t really paying attention when your head was resting on Sadie’s shoulder and your hands were intertwined under the blanket of darkness in the room.

When you finally returned to your families estate, Sadie took your hand to help you down the stairs of the carriage, although this time she didn’t let your hand go.

“Stay for dinner?”

Sadie contemplated the thought for a moment before nodding softly and following you inside for a nice warm meal. She never thought she’d fall in love with a rich girl like you but once she met you she was smitten.

The whole night at dinner she held your hand under the table and looked to you for help at how to use the six different forks in front of her.

[sardonic-the-writer]

c!Slimesicle x Reader

━“New Friend!”

━Charlie

━Tw: Quackity being Quackity I guess

━Note: Charlie is so precious istg. Also, this idea came from when I had a dream last night about Quackity domestically abusing me and someone else. It was pretty bad, but I’ve had worse dreams. Nightmares are the norm for me at this point. When I can even go to sleep that it ‌

━Song: “Ghost Fight” By Undertale: The Sound Track

Fundy groaned as he stood by a black wall. The fox hybrid was pissed, to say the least. He had been stuck on watch duty for the third time in a row. Nothing interesting ever happened while he had to wait on the outskirts of Las Nevadas, only the occasional creeper or skeleton that showed up before getting blasted to bits. But Quackity insisted that he was the best of the best when it came to this job, constantly putting the man in the same position.

Leaning grumpily against the nearest wall, Fundy mumbled a string of empty curses as he kicked a pebble with his foot. He watched it with narrowed eyes as it landed a couple feet away.

“Fucking hell, even L’manburg was more intresting than th-” 

His speech halted, ears perked up at a sudden noise from nearby. Fundy stood up straight, reaching for his crossbow that lay on his back without even realizing it. Aiming the deadly weapon outwards, he pointed the tip in the direction of the noise.

Fundy had heard a twig snap. Clear as day. His enhanced ears had picked it up almost immediately, warning the man that something was near.

Or someone.

The sounds around him seemed to fade away as he narrowed his eyelids with a scowl. The sun glinted off the metal end of his crossbow, casting a beam of light on the wall behind him.

Suddenly, about three feet from the left of him, a tall figure emerged. Fundy whipped around, his hat nearly falling off as his tail fluttered with the air.

It was a human. Those were pretty rare nowadays, considering all the hybrids that were roaming around. The only thing worth noting about this human though was that they had a thick trail of blood gushing down their head.

Stumbling with murky eyes and muddled speech, their (e/c) eyes locked with his. A small shimmer of hope appeared as they parted their lips.

“Help….me…” They croaked dryly before their eyes rolled into the back of their head.

Falling to the ground with a ‘whump!’ Fucdy scurried over.

Shit. This is going to be hard to explain to Quackity.

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The first thing (Y/n) experienced when they came to was a pounding pain in their head.

(Y/n) grit their teeth harshly, groaning subconsciously while rolling over, as if that would get rid of the feeling of unrelenting tourture in their cranium. The thin sheets around their body shifted with the movement, allowing a bit of cold air to seep into their warm body.

After gaining the strength to peel their heavy eyes open, (Y/n) immediately closed them. Bright lights had infiltrated their retinas harshly, providing a very uncomfortable feeling to throb in their iris’s.

It took (Y/n) a second to open their eyes again, not wanting to meet the same fate as before. Except this time when they looked out, a set of curious green eyes stared right back at them.

“Gah!” They sprang up, regretting it as something seemed to tear in the side of their head. Wincing, they looked at the person laying next to them with eyes as wide a sacusers. 

A green...thing was next to them in the white bed. Some sun shone down from a nearby window, making the new person seem transparent.

Wait

No

They actually were transparent.

(Y/n) ogled at the see-through, tinted green being. But most importantly, that they were laying next to them. In a bed. 

Alone.

“W-who are you!” (Y/n) said, glancing down quickly to make sure they still had clothes on. Their basic set of shirts and pants were still on, a small splatter of blood evidence that they hadn't been removed in any way from their body. Okay, so they hadn't been violated. That's a plus.

The guy next to them sat up with a big smile, looking oblivious to how jumpy and scared (Y/n) was. He had glasses on and a cotton t-shirt with a heart design. His hair kept shifting between a woodsy brown color, and a sticky sort of green. Just looking at it made (Y/n)’s head spin. It was like an optical illusion the way his skin would swirl with. A small looking stick thing protruding from his head. If you flipped the guy upside down, he could almost pass as a really big gummy popsicle.

“I'm Slimecicle! But you can just call me Charlie!” He beamed with a bright tone, wiping away a bit of goop from his hair that got on his glasses. (Y/n)’s eyes flitted around nervously, confused out of their mind.

“Where am I? Why are you lying next to me?” They stuttered. Charlie’s smile only grew. He thought that they were very pretty.

“You’re in Las Nevadas!” He giggled like it was obvious. His voice was playful. Not a deep baritone or a scratchy sound like most of the people (Y/n) had met. “Fundy brought you in, and told me to keep watch while he talked to Quackity.” Charlie kept the warm smile on his lips the entire time, eyes filled to the brim with happiness. It made (Y/n) relax in the slightest bit.

“You looked cold, so I decided to come lay next to you.” He said before a look akin to realization passed on his face. “Oh no! You’re hurt!” He pouted, reaching out quickly to touch (Y/n)’s faces.

They moved away frantically, not trusting him enough to touch them just yet. Charlie frown deepened, now accompanied with large sad eyes as he withdrew his hand.

“Im sorry. Quackity doesn't like when I touch him either. Sorry.” He apologized twice on accident, not looking (Y/n) in the eyes for the first time ever since they had woken up. He instead directed his attention down to the bed that they were both still sitting on, playing limply with the plain white sheets.

(Y/n) regretted being so harsh to him. They shuffled over slightly, placing a tentative hand on his arm while trying to ignore the ever present injury in their skull.

Charlie looked up with stars in his eyes. Their small hand felt really warm on his cold skin. It was a warmth he hadn't felt in a while, not even from his best friend Quackity.

“It's okay. I was just a little scared of you, that's all.” (Y/n) said, not really knowing what else to do. But it seemed like that was enough for Charlie. He perked up, going back to his original peppy state.

“I get that a lot!” He laughed like it was some sort of inside joke, (Y/n) only nodded along with, still not taking their hand off his arm. They liked the texture of his skin. It was a smooth feeling, only being magnified by the coolness he seemed to radiate naturally.

“Can I touch your head now?” He asked innocently. (Y/n) smiled slightly, appreciating how he asked this time. With a fist pump of victory, the strange man reached out to move some hair gently away from that area of their head.

When Charlie brought his hand back, it was matted with blood. Some of it was dried up, and some of it was more fresh. Looking down at the cream bed sheets, (Y/n) saw a little pool of their blood beginning to form steadily.

Charlie gasped loudly. It seemed like everything he did had to be overdramatic, but (Y/n) didn't think it was on purpose. Nor did they think it was annoying. In fact, (Y/n) found it weirdly endearing.

“We have to clean that up right away!” He grabbed their hand, pulling them off the bed and out of the small room swiftly. (Y/n) wobbled, trying to keep up with Charlie's pace as he dragged them along. Footprints made out of the same green substance as his skiing lingered behind the pair like a trail. The sudden change in motion made (Y/n) a little sick.

(Y/n) was about to ask him to stop pulling them along and that the pain in their head was too much for this, but they stopped at a door right before they could see anything. Charlie knocked with a goofy grin, the sound echoing through the hallway.

The door had a neon pattern, with a design of casino chips littering the polished wood. Looking up slightly, there was a little plague with a name on it.

Mr. Quackity J̶a̶c̶o̶b̶s̶-̶S̶a̶p̶n̶a̶p̶

The last name had been clawed out ferociously, only allowing (Y/n) to see the first name. They looked over at Charlie to ask what that was all about, but he was looking at their still intertwined hands with a toothy grin and wide eyes.

(Y/n)’s face flushed when he caught them looking at him. They looked away, only glancing back at the unusual man when he spoke again.

“I used to see Quackity do this all the time with his other friends!” Charlie said, feeling the need to explain for some reason. He too had a small dusting of pink on his cheeks, but it looked more like a lime green than anything. (Y/n) nodded, their face continuing to heat up.

The door in front of them then creaked open with a heavy smell of cigarette smoke coming from behind it. (Y/n) coughed lightly, wrinkling their nose up at the corners.

Charlie's smile dipped when he saw how uncomfortable (Y/n) looked. He reached over without realizing it with his free hand to pat their shoulder, when a shadow appeared over him.

“Charlie? What are you doing here?” Quackity asked with a gravelly voice. The man in question snapped his hand to his side with another smile, although a bit smaller than when it was directed at (Y/n).

In front of the pair was a very short man sporting some pitch black suspenders with a white button up. He had a large scar running down the right side of his face, teeth and angry red tissue showing from the inside of his cheek. Even if he was shorter than the booth of them, he held an air of superiority and confidence that carried his entire being. The man couldn't be over twenty two.

“Hi Quackity! I wanted (Y/n) to meet my other best friend. Also, they’re hurt and need some help.” He said. Quackity nodded slowly, taking a drag off his cigarette that was hiding from the corner of his mouth. He ran a hand over his face, the beanie that he was wearing moving slightly.

(Y/n) already did not like the look of this dude. The way Charlie spoke about him made him seem like such a great person, yet as far as they could tell he was just another edgy midget with a gambling problem. (Y/n) didn't like the look of malice in his eyes either.

“You know where the first aid supplies are.” Was his short response. Charlie seemed to deflate a little.

“Oh. Okay.” He nodded, grin threatening to slip. (Y/n) squeezed his hand as a reflex, making another blotting of blush to show up on the both of their cheeks.

Quackity glanced at their hands for a second, looking up with a curious expression. He hummed with an air of mystery, taking the smoking stick out of his mouth before throwing it on the ground and crushing it underneath his heel with a polished shoe.

“Nice talking as always.” Quackity said. He closed the doors soon after, going back to whatever he had been doing before.

(Y/n) waited for something else to happen. Charlie just stood with his hand in the air, the aftermath of a wave that was sent at Quackity hanging limply.

Suddenly, the green man turned to her with sparkling emerald eyes.

“C’mon best friend! Let's get you all cleaned up!”

And then he led them down the hall once more.

Slime my beloved <333

-WayToSarcastic

[atinymonster]

peacemaker

ateez 9th member.

when bobby uses his last resort to help calm the awkwardness between hwiyoung and sunwoo.

request from a lovely anon hehe!

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Stepping out of the van, Jiyu stared up at the building, feeling the slightest bit intimidated by how much of an aura it gave off. 

“It’s been years since I’ve been here...” she mumbled, pulling her bucket hat back onto her head after it started to slip from her craning her head.

She never thought she’d have a reason to come back to YG after MIXNINE. 

“Hi Jiyu, I think I need your help.”

“I—huh?”

She was surprised that Bobby was actually calling her, staring at her phone in awe at the caller ID for too long at that she almost forgot to answer the man. Needing her help for something was the last thing she had expected. 

“You and Sunwoo are dating, right?” he asked.

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered, wondering where he was going with this, “Did something happen?”

“Do you happen to know why he keeps staring holes into Hwiyoung? Or why Hwiyoung’s so cautious of him?”

“Is Sunwoo going through that phase again?” Wooyoung asked, leaning close to her to eavesdrop on the phone call. 

Pushing Wooyoung’s face away, Jiyu sheepishly chuckled, knowing the root of the problem. “I think I do actually...”

And that was how Bobby had the grand idea of inviting her over to YG to help him deal with a savage Sunwoo. Deep down, she didn’t really mind since then she could see him for a bit before she had to go back to dance practice. 

Entering the building, her jaw dropped open when she saw how large and spacious the interior was. She was so busy admiring the new environment that she almost elbowed the person who snaked their arms around her waist, but she immediately recognized the person when she heard him giggle. 

She twisted around before gently digging her hands into his hair, making his giggles intensify. “What’s it with you and sneaking up on me?”

“Your little jumps are cute,” he cooed, bumping foreheads with her before pulling back and slightly tilting his head to the side, “What are you even doing here?”

Right, she was supposed to be here to help Bobby. 

“A little birdie told me you were, and I quote, staring holes into Hwiyoung sunbaenim and he’s being cautious around you.”

The corners of his lips turned down before he whipped his head over to where Bobby and Hwiyoung looking anywhere but at them and casually eating the ice cream they bought. While feeling kind of embarrassed since Bobby was someone he really idolized, he also felt kind of bad that he had to resort to bringing Jiyu here to help. 

“Can you blame me though?” he turned back towards her and asked, giving her his best puppy eyes to hopefully soften her up. 

Which worked, but she wasn’t going to let it show that easily. 

“Woo, I thought we already established the fact that all was forgiven and that we’re friends now,” she softly chuckled at his dejected expression. He resembled a scolded puppy that had his ears hanging down and his eyes downcast. 

His arms tightened around her waist. “But I can’t let such a golden opportunity pass when we’re in the same team,” a mischievous smile crossed his lips, “I promise I’m not doing any real damage, I’m just teasing hyung here and there.”

With a breathy chuckle, pinched both of his cheeks in with her fingers, enjoying his little grunts to let go. “You really are a big child, aren’t you,” she teased. “Bobby sunbaenim even called me over during my break from practice since he needed help handling you, you know.”

“Is that why you’re sweating or is it because of me?” he asked, cheekily smiling before he bursted into giggles when Jiyu playfully punched his shoulder.

“Just be nice, okay?” she asked, pulling out her cute voice (one that she uses once in a blue moon), and looking up at him with her own puppy eyes. “I thought these,” she held up her wrist that was adorned with the matching white obsidian bracelet that she had bought for his birthday a few days ago, “made it clear that I was with you.”

Seeing him waver, she internally smirked at her success. According to Eric, her cute acts had always been Sunwoo’s weakness ever since their first encounter. She decided to try it out, and lo and behold, it worked.

“I’ll try, but no promises,” he childishly grumbled, looking away from her and pouting his lips. 

A bright idea passed her mind. Rising onto her tip toes, she leaned in towards his ear. “Think about it this way,” she whispered, sending a shiver down Sunwoo’s spine, “we had our first kiss thanks to him.”

Pulling away from his ear, she placed a quick peck on his lips before innocently smiling up to him as if she didn’t just leave the poor boy a flustered mess in the middle of the building, in public.

Reaching up to pat his head, she held onto his hand before dragging him back to their two sunbaes, who had whipped their heads away so fast the moment they saw her about to kiss Sunwoo.

Catching sight of Jiyu’s innocent smile in contrast with the boy’s reddened cheeks and how he shyly scratched the back of his neck, they figured it was best to not know what she whispered to him. 

But at the same time of being left in the dark, it was sort of scary how she made Sunwoo, who’s usually the one doing the teasing, turn into a blushing middle school boy.

“Is everything okay now?” Bobby asked, laughing at Sunwoo’s change of attitude. 

Jiyu nodded with a little mhm. “Sorry you had to call me over, sunbae.”

Bobby waved his hands in front of him defensively. “No, no. I should be sorry I pulled you away from practice,” he grinned. “And that you’re helping your rivals, no less.”

Jiyu laughed before nudging Sunwoo back to the group. “Then as a thank you, can I get a sneak peek of the rap team?” she joked. 

Now it was Bobby’s turn to erupt into laughter before pointing to their new matching white shoes. “There’s your little hint,” he said with a toothy and boyish smile. “But how long is your break?”

Looking at her phone, she saw a text from Seonghwa letting her know she had fifteen minutes left before they started practicing again. “I actually have to go now.”

Much to Bobby and Hwiyoung’s amusement and adoration, Sunwoo waddled back over to Jiyu and gave her a hug goodbye. “Bye lovebug,” he whispered in her ear like how she did to him earlier, chuckling when he felt her slightly tense from his breath in her ear. 

Payback.

“Hm, bye, sunshine.” she said, but he didn’t miss the light pink hues on her cheeks. Smirking, he let her go. She politely bowed to Bobby and Hwiyoung while saying her goodbyes. 

“Wait,” Hwiyoung called out to her before she walked past him. “I’m really sorry about today—”

“It’s alright, really!” she cut him off with a smile, watching Bobby take Sunwoo back to the snack shop to get him an ice cream, “But he really doesn’t dislike you deep down.”

“I hope that’s the case. He looked ready to bite me,” he admitted, sending Jiyu into giggles at his choice of words. 

“Let me know if that ever happens,” she said, patting him on the shoulder before walking away. “I really need to go now before Seonghwa starts nagging. Bye, sunbae, and I wish you all good luck because we Mayfly are aiming to win!”

And with that adorably bold comment, she quickly scurried out of the building and back to the van. 

Bobby stared at the door, surprised at her declaration, before flicking his eyes to the boy next to him, who had an adoring smirk on his face. Snorting, he gently jostled Sunwoo on the shoulder. “She really has you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?”

Sunwoo looked away, embarrassed at being caught before scuttling away from the iKON member. (But he didn’t know he had her wrapped around his finger as well...)

Bobby felt his phone vibrate and fished it out of his pocket. He almost choked on his saliva from the message. 

[ateez’s jiyu] sunbae! i forgot to tell you, but i also wish you luck in being peacemaker should the time ever come!

[ikon’s bobby] what? h-how am i supposed to calm him down?! i can’t kiss him!

[ateez’s jiyu] i believe you’ll find another way, sunbae! fighting! ☆ ～('▽^人) “She put too much faith in me...” came his defeated sigh.

[peachyteez]

little wanderer ≫ DAY FIVE, THE MAN DRESSED IN BLACK.

this fellow stray cat hybrid has been hanging around jiyu’s condo for as long as he could remember, although jiyu may not have noticed him. the cold winter breeze and jiyu’s open bedroom window prompts him to sneak into her bedroom one night. it was just suppose to be one night, but the gods must’ve been smiling upon him.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: well this chapter took a turn 😭

✧ WARNING(S): mentions of misogyny, brief story of san attacking someone, a curse word (?)

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if jiyu had a dollar for every time she had been woken up in the middle of the night in the past week—well, she wouldn’t be rich, but she’d have a substantial amount of pocket change. 

“jiyu!” mingi whispered, gently shaking her out of her slumber. “wake up!”

groaning, she habitually scooted over to make room on the bed since mingi usually wandered into her room in the middle of the night due to nightmares. “just don’t take all the blanket—”

“no! this is urgent!” he frantically tried explaining. “i think someone’s trying to break in!”

her eyes instantly shot open and she immediately sat right up in bed. “mingi, why didn’t you just start with that?” she frantically whispered back, hurriedly slipping on a hoodie. 

“i tried, but you kept grumbling!”

“okay, we’ll have this conversation again later. let’s just see if the others are awake.” slowly opening her bedroom door, she and mingi peeked their heads out to see if anyone was outside. while they didn’t see anyone, they heard footsteps and clutters out by the front door. 

mingi clutched onto her hoodie as his eyes clamped shut out of terror and his ears were slumped down. jiyu took his hand in her’s and rubbed comforting circles on his knuckles. “shh, it’s okay mingi.”

while whispering to mingi, she noticed the others tip-toeing towards them as to not alert the perpetrator that they were awake. being the predator hybrids, seonghwa, hongjoong, and yeosang were on full alert. yunho scurried over to her and mingi, quietly whimpering, while san stood and frowned at the front door.

“i didn’t think they’d come so soon...” he mumbled once he caught whiff of the familiar human scent.

“was this the one that hurt you?” hongjoong whispered. 

san nodded. “he works for my...old owners. i thought he stopped tracking me down a while ago until the other night.” he looked to the floor, guilt flashing across his features. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to drag you into my affairs—”

jiyu interrupted while holding onto yunho and mingi. “san, i’ve mentioned it before, we chose to help you, meaning we won’t abandon you even if we’re also pulled into danger. so don’t apologize, okay?” 

seeing her small smile of reassurance, his guilt multiplied. but he couldn’t do anything about it now, so he just nodded while promising himself that he wouldn’t let a single hair on their heads get hurt. even if he would be the one to take the blunt of the pain.

“oi, choi san! i know you’re in there.”

they all froze at the unknown voice from the front door.

“why don’t you open the door and we can just talk this out like grown men?”

san climbed down the stairs and stood a distance away from the front door. seonghwa and hongjoong followed in case. “you beat me to a pulp the last time, and now you just want to talk? i don’t think so,” he hissed. 

the person on the other side let out a low chuckle. “ah, apologies for that. although you and i both know that it’d be a shame if you were too badly...injured. they do want you alive and well, after all. i can’t kill you, san.”

a moment of silence passed as they all held their breaths, anticipating the next move. but much to their surprise, the person showed no signs of breaking down the front door and wreaking havoc. 

“in all seriousness, san, i really did come to talk. no weapons, just to talk.”

“seonghwa,” jiyu whispered down to the wolf hybrid. “you can check the security camera over there,” she pointed to her tablet that was on the living room table. luckily, when they had first moved in, she had installed two security cameras, both so small to the human eye that anyone would just gloss over it. 

“and again, what makes you think i’d believe you?” san asked, while watching the wolf hybrid from the corner of his eye. seonghwa pulled up the security footage to see a man wearing a long, black trench coat, and his face was obscured by a black fedora hat. he stood with his hands in his pockets, and his overall figure practically screamed danger. 

suddenly, the man took out folded papers from his pockets and held it up—almost as if he knew they were watching him. “because i came with something that you’ve been after ever since you left.”

san’s eyes widened and his body froze. there’s no way—

“so what’s the move?” hongjoong asked to both san and jiyu. 

judging from his reaction, jiyu had a hunch that whatever the unknown man brought was really important to san. she didn’t know what it was, but looking at the security footage, he didn’t seem like he was hiding anything. and his voice, she could be hearing things, but it seemed as if it held a tinge of remorse.

“carefully open the door,” she decided. “but don’t let your guard down.”

despite looking he had some objections, hongjoong and seonghwa carefully walked ahead of san, who was still frozen in spot, and cracked the door open. they both anticipated either gunshots or the person to come barging through them, but they both peeked out to see the man standing there patiently.

“oh? i see you made some friends,” he commented. “meaning...you’re taking refuge with another human?”

“try anything funny, i’ll make sure you never step out of here alive,” seonghwa snarled before opening the door wide enough for the man to come in. hongjoong stood eyed the man suspiciously, as he waltzed in, stopping in front of san. 

with a better look at the man, they all noticed a mask that covered up to his eyes. the man was tall, but falling just a little short of yunho’s height, and he seemed to be in his mid-thirties or late-twenties. 

despite being terrified out of there wits, and even though yeosang was standing protectively by them, mingi and yunho stood in front of jiyu, scared that the man would try to harm her. but their shaking didn’t go unnoticed from her. she held their hands, hoping it could comfort them.

“i see you’ve aged well,” the man noted, looking san up and down. “to be quite honest, i’m surprised you managed to survive out on the streets all these years. i—no we, were sure you’d give up and come back.”

“as if i’d ever go back,” san lowly, but firmly stood his ground.

the man smirked before taking a look around at each of them. “so where’s your little human friend?”

she stepped out from behind yunho and mingi before peering down over the railings. “what business do you have here?” with the exception of yunho and seonghwa, they were all surprised at her composed and level-headed state.

letting out a huff of disbelief, he started straight up at her. “i wasn’t expecting a woman.”

“hm, sorry to disappoint then,” she sneered.

she was used to the misogynistic treatment; even back at home, people always underestimated her abilities since she was a girl. she’s heard the comments, backhanded compliments, and seen the undermining looks as people doubted her. but she swore to prove them wrong one day, even though she took five years off.

“so again, what do you want here?”

the man chuckled again at her defensive tone before holding his hands up. “i come in peace, ma’am.”

“and for your own sake, i hope that’s true,” she bit back before coming down the stairs. she left mingi and yunho with yeosang. the man let out an airy chuckle before making himself comfortable on the couch, aware of seonghwa’s and hongjoong’s preying gaze on him. 

“...did you really bring it?” san asked, not wanting to get his hopes up. this was the same man that hunted him down for years on end, yet he came here, claiming that he managed to retrieve the items san really wanted? it was near to impossible that he was telling the truth, but there was that sliver of hope.

bringing out the papers once again, the man laid it on the coffee table in front of him. “you can check for yourself. i may work for them, but i’m a man of my word.”

jiyu waltzed over and peered at the papers the man laid out. her eyebrows furrowed at the contents. his birth certificate and adoption forms? 

coming up next to her, san stared at the forms with widened eyes. they were indeed what he had been after for the past few years, and the man really did bring it to him. so many questions ran through his head that he couldn’t even form a single sentence. the home was dropped into a tense silence, the only sound being the ticking of the clock above the dining table. 

seconds turned into a minute before san could croak out a sentence, or rather, a question. “b-but, why—”

“i’ve had a lot of time—years—to think,” the man leaned back on the couch and stared up at san. “it’s pretty stupid and childish to chase you down for something that wasn’t even your fault, don’t you think?”

san was still cautious. “so you took these for me to do...what?”

“well, what do you think?” the man leaned forward, resting his arms in his lap.

jiyu’s eyes slightly widened with surprise. “you want to set him free, don’t you...” 

“that’s one way of putting it, yes.”

“there’s a catch, there’s always a catch,” san sarcastically scoffed. “no way you’d give these to me for free after all these years—”

the man let out an exasperated sigh before leaning back on the couch and throwing his hands over his face. “oh my god, i ended my contract with them, you fucking idiot.”

san just silently stared at the man with the most comedic look on his face—widened eyes and his jaw slacked open like it was unhinged. meanwhile, jiyu just facepalmed at the revelation. 

“now why didn’t you just open with that?” she grumbled. leaving out important information seemed to be the night’s theme. 

“i thought i’d make it a little more fun. it’s not all that fun to just say my piece and go, now don’t you think?” the man mused before standing up. “my contract was ensued until i brought you back. i just told them a little white lie about how your trails went cold after a while so i just assumed you were dead. and poof, took these and left,” he gestured to the papers on the table.

“...will they still look for him though?” jiyu asked, unsure that they’d just give up looking for san just like that. 

“probably not. they were one to never get their hands dirty anyways. especially since their daughter’s in the hospital—”

san tensed at the mention of hospital, something that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the man. “so she doesn’t know, does she?” he referred to jiyu. “or all of them for that matter.” at some point along the way, yeosang, mingi, and yunho had joined them downstairs, yet they still stuck close to yeosang just in case things went downhill again.

san silently shook his head, mentally preparing for the worst when they found out about his sins. 

“san here,” the man started, “is the one that put the family’s only daughter in the hospital.”

they glanced at san with the same thought. how did a cat hybrid manage to put a human in the hospital?

“to put it short, something provoked him to go feral, and he ended up attacking her until she almost bled out. we don’t know what provoked him to this day, but the family turned on him after that incident. and since he has no memories of the moments right before and when he was feral, it was hard for him to defend himself, so he ran away.”

taking a look at san, who looked like he just wanted to disappear, she felt her heart ache for him. he’s been alone for so long...all because of a potential misunderstanding. 

“either way, i’m still the reason she’s been injured for so long. not only physically, but probably mentally, too. imagine the trauma from being attacked by a feral hybrid.” a deprecating chuckle escaped san’s lips. 

seeing him look so down, she stroked his head. “hey, it wasn’t your fault. hybrids can’t help themselves when they go feral. it’s like you’re trapped out of your own body, so don’t blame yourself. you might have attacked her, but it wasn’t you.”

it was amazing to him how reassuring her words were, and how it was so easy for him to almost believe. there always will be that small part of him that will always blame himself for what happened, whether he liked it or not.

the man stood up and brushed his pants. “i believe i’ve overstayed my welcome, so i’ll take my leave now,” he bowed to the six of them. “and i apologize for the fright i might’ve caused.”

before the man could open the door to leave, san felt compelled to at least thank him for what he’s done. “wait! thank you...for everything...”

after a moment’s pause, the man turned around, and judging from how his eyes turned upward, it seemed as though he was smiling. “it was the least i could do after everything i’ve put you through the last few years. i’ll see you around, choi san.”

and with that, the man took his leave. 

once he closed the door, he heard their muffled voices, most likely discussing san’s future. he smiled before looking up to the sky. “well now, where am i to go next?”

[crissiebaby]

DiapOut: Chapter 3

“Sup, nerds! It’s ya girl, AyayaGirl, and I’m behind the scenes of a super cool new show!” Spinning slowly to show off the entire green room and all the contestants waiting to start the game, Ayaya decided to take advantage of the downtime to stream on TikTok to her tens of thousands of fans. Rushing over to where Mia and Misa were sitting and chatting, she shoved her phone into Mia’s face and continued her monologue, “And looks who’s with me! Everyone’s favorite Baby New Year! Don’t be shy and say hello!”

Shrinking down in her chair, Mia did her best not to appear embarrassed by this interaction, a feat made difficult thanks to her rosy cheeks. “Hey there, I’m… *sigh* I’m the Baby New Year and we’re going to have some fun today,” she said, grimacing as she said it. Having been in the spotlight for the better half of a year, she knew that trying to deny and deflect only resulted in harsher teasing from her “adoring” audience. As stupid as it seemed, paying lip service to her 15 seconds of fame was somehow more empowering than trying to deny it happened at all.

Jumping into frame with Mia, Ayaya was more than thrilled to have her lolcow back in her clutches for an entire day. “We have such fun together, don’t we? And you somehow always end up padded one way or another!” she said, panning the camera down to show off both of their fluffy diapers.

Mia instantly scurried away from Ayaya. Even though she was about to step out in front of dozens of live studio cameras, something about having her padded status exposed on the internet beforehand felt invasive. 

Not to be deterred, Ayaya began posing on her own, showing off her diaper in a series of sensual poses. “I wasn’t too sure when the producers said I’d have to be diapered too, but who am I to turn down a friend in need,” she said as if she wasn’t the one who orchestrated their appearance on the show. 

Jumping into the shot with Ayaya, Lelaya was also eager to show off her pampers. Being the diaper fashionista that she was, it was never an inappropriate time to put her padding on display. “These aren’t usually as thick as the ones I wear at home, but I suppose it's only fair that I wear the same as everyone else,” she said proudly as she and Ayaya continued to pose together to the plethora of adoring fans watching live.

After about a minute of diaper voguing, Ayaya flipped the camera around on her phone and took aim at Kyoko, Zeke, Cade, and Rupert, “You see the four of them? Those are the diaper dorks we’re playing against today. These losers don’t know what’s about to hit ‘em,” she whispered, keeping her voice down so as not to start drama before the show. She watched gleefully as the stream chat spammed obscene emojis and vitriolic language. What a wonderful place the internet is.

Saving perhaps the best for last, Ayaya swung the camera around to sneak a peek at Misa’s diapered rump. “Get that camera out of my face,” she said, still a bit on edge to be seen in a diaper, even if it was just for laughs in a game show. 

“It’s not in your face, it’s in your butt!” shouted Lelaya, her words providing Ayaya with the encouragement to keep going, “Well…ON your butt. It’d be pretty uncomfy if her phone was IN your butt!”

Before Misa’s anger could get the better of her, the production manager in charge of guests entered the green room. “Yellow team! Brown team! Please come gather around,” said the production manager, her words quick and precise, “Okay, my name is Keelee, and I’m going to be your liaison for today’s show. Things are going to be moving pretty fast once we get on set, so if you ever have any questions, you can always find me on set wearing the green hat.” She tipped her cap to the others, showing off what to look for.

Raising her hand, Ayaya already had a specific question in mind, “Hey, Keekee, am I allowed to bring my phone with me? I’d love to get some exclusives for my blog.”

“It’s Keelee,” said the overworked production manager, her smiling eyes shooting daggers at the vlogging gamer, “And I’m sooo sorry, but the use of personal devices on set is prohibited.” Before Ayaya could protest, she snatched the phone out of her hand and placed it in her back pocket.

“Hey! That’s m-” yelled Ayaya, before being cut off by a round of justified shushes. Neither Mia, nor Misa, nor even Lelaya wanted to get booted from the show for Ayaya’s antics.

With that matter settled, Keelee turned to her clipboard. “Alright, back to business. When we enter the set, I’ll need the team captains to join Cassidy in the center of the sound stage. The others will form a semi-circle behind them. Both myself and the director will help you get set up,” she said, rattling off information at lightning speed.

Turning to the brown team, Keelee continued, “Messers, have you made a decision on team captain?” she asked, catching the group of four a bit off guard that their team’s nickname was “the Messers.”

“As President of the WET Diaper Lovers Club, I will be the captain,” announced Kyoko, earning a rowdy applause from her three cohorts.

Taking a note on her clipboard, Keelee responded, “Excellent, I was going to recommend you anyway. Audiences respond well to confident female captains.” She then turned her attention to the yellow team. “As for the yellow team-”

“No need to ask,” said Ayaya brashly as she brushed her hair over her shoulder, “If anyone here knows how to handle the burden of the spotlight, it’s me!”

A withering smirk crept across Keelee's face. “Actually, what I was about to say was your team captain has already been decided,” she said, looking past Ayaya and pointing to Mia, “Producers want the Baby New Year to handle the burden of the spotlight.”

Steam began rising up from Ayaya’s head, causing Misa and Lelaya to take a step back from their obviously pissed-off friend. Mia, meanwhile, was blushing up a storm at the prospect of being her team’s spokesperson, and for such an embarrassing reason no less. “D-Do I really have to? Ayaya and Misa both have a lot more experience with public speaking,” she said, hoping to shrug off this responsibility onto someone who actually wants it.

“Sorry, but them’s the breaks kid. Our producers would throw a fit if we placed the STAR in the background,” said Keelee, doing her best to boost up Mia’s confidence while also sneaking in a jab at Ayaya. Sneaking a glance using her peripheral vision, she ate up the visibly annoyed and upset diva’s expression.

“Two minutes to places!”

The voice over the loudspeaker left no room for confusion. It was time for the games to begin. “That’s our cue. Everyone, fall in line,” said Keelee as she led the group pied-piper style out of the green room and into a dimly lit hallway. With each step the eight contestants took, they could feel their anticipation building. Unlike future players, they had almost no idea what awaited them once they reached the stage.

Eying her competition, Kyoko looked Mia up and down, gathering as much information as she could. To the unobservant eye, things like posture, hand position, and eye contact might not mean much. But to Kyoko, they were tools for better understanding her rivals. “Good luck out there today,” she said to Mia, making sure to keep her eyes locked on the hallway ahead of her.

“Same to you,” said Mia, doing her best to hide how nervous she was. Grabbing the sides of her diaper, she lifted it up higher on her waist, her face flushing as she did so. Blocking out the humiliating thoughts that permeated her mind, she did her best to focus on the cash prize waiting at the end of the tunnel.

Walking directly behind the two captains, Ayaya was still fuming over the disrespect that Keelee had shown her, in front of everyone no less. Didn’t that bitch know who she was? She never would’ve agreed to come on and be in this stupid diaper-dork show if she wasn’t going to see her name in lights. She wasn’t certain how yet, but she was going to make sure to steal back the spotlight, one way or another.

Reaching a set of tall, metal double doors with a red light hanging above it to signal that production was ongoing, the eight contestants each braced themselves as to what they would see on the other side. “Remember to chatter to a minimum,” said Keelee, reminding the players that they were merely guests stepping into a moving engine designed to operate around them. Waiting not a moment longer, the production manager pushed the doors open, inviting the eight lucky competitors into the studio.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[nootgi]

Hello it's me haha ehm, do you do imagines? I wanna request for Albedo; if it's ok, just a small fic of Klee catching her big brother kissing his S/O and Albebe is stumbling in his words trying to reason with Klee 😂 if it's ok-- *scurries awayy*

A little help please? - Albedo

A/N:// SORRY FOR THE WAIT, it was taking longer than expected to do other requests but, here ya go ^-^ one embarrassed and mortified Albedo comin your way

You couldn’t breathe. 

It was impossible, every intake seemed to be cut off with a harsh exhale. Your lungs began to burn, sides started to ache and tears rolled down your face. Albedo watched in dismay as you keeled over, laughing your ass off at him. He couldn’t believe you still had it in you to laugh for 20 MINUTES after what happened. Every moment you feel as though you calmed down you look at his flushed cheeks and it sends you back down into a flurry of giggles.

What happened 20 minutes earlier? Well it begins with Albedo sneaking into the library during his lunch break to visit you. He catches you off guard as he presses you between the bookshelf and his sturdy chest. He had you pinned between his two arms. The book you were holding falls out of your hand, landing on the floor with a thud but you two don’t pay any attention to it. Both of you are looking into each other’s eyes, one hand came down to intertwine his fingers in yours.

“What brings Mr Alchemist here?” You whisper, bringing up his hand to kiss it softly. 

“I missed seeing my precious dove.” The press of your lips against his hand bought that colour you loved seeing on his cheeks but that didn’t stop Albedo and that smoulder of his. It did turn your gears how easily he slipped into his flirt mode, how his body seemed more imposing with his relaxed posture. The small quirk of his lip brings it up into a barely visible smirk, only noticeable with how close he drew his face to yours. 

“Ah did you now? It didn’t seem like you did the way you left today.” You smile, playing along with his mood, leaning up to bump your foreheads together. Today morning when you awoke, Albedo was already leaving out of the door mumbling something to himself. He took his portion of breakfast along with your morning kiss.

“Forgive me dove.” His eyes slightly darkened at your words, as if taking offence to your doubt, you were his world and stars and he wouldn’t let you doubt that even as a joke. You raise your eyebrows at his change in mood, about to question what he is doing when the hand that was holding yours so delicately, came up to hold the back of your hair in a firm grip. The kiss started out soft, his lips parted to draw your tongue in and dance along with his. Gradually the passion increased, causing you to lose yourself in the kiss. You felt your balance leaving you so you wrapped your arms around his neck, his arm that rested on the bookshelf moved to band around your waist. You let out a whine when Albedo pulled back to move his head down your neck and move his wet lips to drag lightly over your collarbone.

“You see dove I had something,” between each word was a swipe of his tongue against your most sensitive spot, every puff of his hot breath sent tingles down your spine and goosebumps to flourish everywhere, “To attend to for-”

“ALBEDO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO (Y/N)!?”

“KLEE!?” 

Klee had escaped from solitary confinement with the secret help of Kaeya! She had a secret mission of infiltrating the library to recover her story book that Lisa confiscated from her. It was very important that she got it back, it had all her survival tips and treasure maps! She made sure that Miss Lisa was gone to lunch with Miss Jean before sneaking into the library, the knights that stood guard turned a blind eye to the small girl since they knew she had no explosives. Upon entering she heard a small thud, her active imagination put her on high alert so she ran over to see what was wrong. As she was about to rush over, she remembered that Kaeya said stealth was key in these types of situations. It took Klee a while and a few bumps to quietly sneak down the stairs and cross the squeaky floorboards in the library. When she turned the corner she wasn’t expecting to see big brother Albedo and (Y/N). The two of you instantly separated, you turning away from Klee to recompose yourself. Redoing the buttons that got undone in that rush and fixing your hair as Albedo was silent. Klee stared Albedo down with her arms crossed and an unusual angry look, Albedo just stared back. It was like that for a few seconds before you cleared your throat and turned back around, stifling a laugh at the scene in front of you.

“Albedo what were you doing to them!?” She stomped her little legs over to take your hand and drag you away from Albedo. Putting herself between the two of you as to protect you from him and his mouth. Albedo’s eyes, comically wide, glance to yours to plead for help but you just shrug with a face splitting smile. 

“Y-you’re misunderstanding Klee.” The confident Albedo you knew a few minutes ago was gone and in his place was his blubbering embarrassed self. It wasn’t often you saw this side with Albedo so you savoured every second of it. You knew you could help but why waste such a good opportunity. 

“You always told me seeing is believing! I should trust what I saw and not your words!” You swear you were gonna have jaws of steel with how hard you're clenching them right now. 

“Well- uh you see Klee, me and (Y/N) were…” Albedo never thought his science tips would bite him in the ass this hard. “Kissing.” Honesty is the best policy? 

“I saw kisses in my story books! That was not kissing!!” Right, Albedo forgot Klee had some picture story books about love stories and all kinds of fluff. You could see the blood draining from Albedo’s face as his hands flapped about trying to make up an excuse. And honestly…

“When two people love each other…” It became harder to listen to. 

“Big brother Albedo deserves to be in solitary confinement! Klee goes there when she hurts people so Albedo goes there too.” She reaches her final verdict, her hat bouncing as she does a satisfied nod. By this moment, Albedo’s puffy hair is flattened from how many times he nervously ran his fingers through it and you were holding onto a bookshelf for support to hold in your laughter. 

“How will you be getting Albedo in there Klee?” You ask after composing yourself a little with some deep breaths, ignoring Albedo’s betrayed look. 

“Miss Jean will after I tell her!” Albedo has never been more at loss in his life, he was so used to being able to find an answer to everything or at least be on the right path. But with this, where was he to go. Every route was a dead end and his precious dove, his lifeline, left him stranded. Well there was one thing he could do.

“A little help ple-” His voice cracked. As did the dam holding back your laughter.

You sent Klee off, reassuring her that you were okay and could punish Albedo yourself. The two of you stood in by the table, listening to her grab her book and leave the library before turning to each other. Albedo looked worse than he did after a long night in the lab, hair messy, eyes bloodshot and dry from how wide and unblinking they were moments before. He made sure to clear his throat before speaking to you however when he caught your eye, you were back into your fit of giggles. 

All he wanted was to get his missing morning kiss and instead got a lifetime of embarrassment and a suspicious pat on the back from Kaeya.

[honeytae]

I can’t believe you killed me on my birthday.

ok hi i love this concept :( and i just loved it even more for jin’s birthday fic. playing in the snow with seokjin is just a dream of mine, i guess. i know this is a bit late but happy belated birthday, jinnie!  tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy

genre: fluff

word count: 2.3k

Your original plan for this day was to spend it rightfully pampering your man; something that should’ve been simple enough with the genuine desire you had to do just that.

However, the universe was, evidently, not on your side from the moment you’d woken up to a strange yet familiar brightness straining your eyelids, goosebumps raising on your arms from the low temperature of your bedroom.

At first, you assumed that maybe you’d slept in later than you expected to. However, you quickly ruled that option out without shifting from your place in bed. 

Despite your grogginess, you knew you had set an alarm last night, and you were sure you plugged your phone in before going to sleep. 

Reaching over to your nightstand to feel around the surface for said device, your fingers fumbled over the object before bringing it closer to your face, eyes squinted at the screen.

And that was when the day took its first bad turn.

According to every news source in Korea, the biggest snowstorm of the year just happened to hit during the early hours of this morning, coating the city in white and slicking the roads in a dangerous sheet of ice; effectively ruining all plans you’d had to leave your home for Seokjin’s birthday celebrations today.

Looking back at the man spooning you from behind, you pouted at his soft and innocent expression. Exhales puffed out of his slightly ajar mouth, his chest rising with each deep inhale as the tip of his nose scrunched slightly in his sleep. 

Reluctantly unraveling his arms from your body, you sat up out of his grip, keeping your eyes on him as you paused for a moment to make sure he was still asleep before deciding it was safe to stand up when he remained unmoving.

Climbing out of bed with a huff, you slid your feet into your slippers, shuffling to the kitchen with a yawn and a rub of your eyes. Mind occupied with new ideas of how to try to make his day memorable, you momentarily pushed aside the disappointment you felt on behalf of Seokjin still cuddled into your empty mass of blankets. 

Just when you were beginning to accept that you would have to move your plans indoors, the lights began flickering above your head; your intentions of making the birthday boy breakfast in bed pushing you to scurry around the kitchen in an attempt to get something made before it was too late. 

However, in a matter of seconds, the power in your building had gone out completely, leaving you near tears in front of your blank oven, feeling quite hopeless as all your new ideas had just been finished before they even started.

So that is how you ended up pouting in your freezing cold apartment on Seokjin’s birthday, cuddled in bed with your boyfriend to combine your body heat to make up for what your furnace would be doing; you know, if your power hadn’t gone out.

To Jin, it didn’t make much of a difference at all. At least you two were together, safe and sound, albeit a little chilly from the lack of heat in your shared living space.

He found it a bit humorous that you were so worked up about a simple date on the calendar, already having consoled you this morning when he found you pouting in the kitchen by yourself.

As you reclined on the mattress together, his arm looped around your body and pinned your back to his chest, head tucked into your shoulder as he happily nuzzled into your skin. 

You sat up slightly in his hold, reaching for your phone to check the time and groaning at the timestamp. It was now approaching an hour more suitable for a proper lunch, and so far today, you had only shared a packet of cold pop tarts with Jin. 

To say you felt like a complete and utter failure would be an understatement.

“My battery is running low.” You huffed, tossing your phone to the end of the bed as your boyfriend’s chest rumbled against your back. He rubbed his hand up and down your side in reassurance, chuckling softly into your ear as he lifted his face to peek at your own.

“Well, if Jungkook hadn’t stolen my portable charger, I’d give it to you. You know, do you think he had something to do with this snowstorm? Sounds like something the little brat would do to mess with me, doesn’t it?” He knit his eyebrows together in thought, the playful smile he wore fading when he saw your less than happy facial expression.

“Love, it’s just like any other day. Please don’t feel bad.” He tried to soothe you, his words only getting you more upset at his own dismissal of his day of birth.

“It’s not just any other day though, babe. This is your birthday. I wanted to celebrate you properly.” You pouted, Seokjin poking at your jutted out bottom lip with his pointer finger in disapproval. 

“I know. And I appreciate that angel, I do. So what if the weather doesn’t comply? I can still see your effort.” He shrugged, eyes following your body as you began to get up from the bed. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, sitting up off the headboard in search of your warmth as stood from the mattress, walking toward the door of your bedroom before turning around to answer him.

“I’ll be right back.” You said simply, ignoring your boyfriend’s sigh as you retreated down the hall and into the living room, pausing in front of the windows and opening the curtains to glare at the still falling snow over the city.

“I hate you.” You grumbled as you looked out the window, wheels turning inside your head as you tried to think of how you could salvage this day. 

Eyes dropping down from the dreary gray sky to the heaps of snow building up on the ground of your patio, you took a deep breath, weighing your options before decidedly turning around, walking back down the hallway to make a brief stop at the coat closet before taking quick strides back to the bedroom.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m being a complete downer.” 

Seokjin’s head turned away from the windows on the opposite side of the room at your re-entrance, smiling slightly at your words with raised brows. 

Before he could make a comment on the rare occasion of you saying he was right, you were suddenly plopping yourself down onto his lap, straddling his hips and dropping his coat and gloves onto his chest. 

“Now, c’mon. We’re going outside.” You smiled, Jin pulling his brows together in confusion as his eyes sparkled back at you.

“We are?” He cracked a smile when you nodded in response, retreating from his lap so that he could stand up.

“We are. I’m not letting you have a boring birthday.” You said determinedly, Seokjin biting the inside of his lip in utter fondness for you as you began to pull on your jacket. 

Upon getting a directing nod from you, he rushed to slip his jacket on, his eagerness displayed in the action as you walked over to the closet, grabbing two hats and tossing one for your boyfriend to catch. 

He quickly slipped the fabric over his dark hair as you did the same, Seokjin’s hands reaching out to adjust your hat as you fiddled with the zipper of your jacket in preparation for the freezing weather outside.

“Cute.” He smiled softly as he settled the hat over your ears, you wrinkling your nose at his praise before shuffling around his body, placing your palms on his back to push him out of the bedroom.

Seokjin chuckled at your actions, purposely planting his feet down on the ground to stubbornly keep you from shoving his body forward. He laughed as you whined behind him, pushing him harder as he remained in his spot on the floor.

“Oh my god, Jin, c’mon.” You chuckled, Seokjin tutting his tongue in response before bending his knees to crouch in front of you. 

“Hop on.” He ordered, you scoffing with a roll of your eyes as you prepared to deny him, the man reading your mind as his hands came out to grab the weak backs of your knees. 

You had no choice but to fall onto his back with a surprised squeal, cursing at Seokjin for his persistence as he laughed.

“Come on, baby. It’s my birthday.” He audibly pouted, prompting another roll of your eyes before you caved, lifting your hips onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, a loud cheer coming from his mouth.

You giggled as he carried you down the hall and through the living room, Seokjin beaming at the reaction he had successfully obtained from you as he approached the door to the balcony.

“Believe me, this is much more efficient, my love.” He smiled, sliding the glass door open with his foot before leading you outside, tossing you off of his back and into the cushion of the feet-high snow on the ground.

“Ugh, Jin!” You scolded him, the man laughing as he leaned down over you, looking at you with a proud smirk as you glared up at him.

“I’m sorry, baby. Come here.” He gestured with a nod of his head, stretching a hand down to you so that you could lift yourself to stand on your feet again.

With a sly smile, you placed your hand in his, taking the opportunity to tug him down to the ground with you as he let a shocked gasp escape his mouth, gloved hand landing on the snow beside your head to catch himself before he crushed you.

“Love, I trusted you!” He whined, you giggling in response as he shuffled off of you, sitting on the cold buildup next to you as he turned his face up to the sky.

You smiled as you watched him stick his tongue out to catch the snowflakes, his mouth closing, head turning back toward you as he pressed his lips together in thought.

“Snow never tastes as good as I think it does.” He frowned, making your smile widen at his adorable actions before he squinted his eyes at you.

Looking from the pile of snow at his feet and back to you, a mischievous smirk lifted the corners of his lips as shuffled up onto his knees and leaned down to pack a ball of snow in his hand, you pointing your finger at him with a warning glare.

“Jin, don’t you dare-”

With a grin, he tossed the snowball at you, the solid sphere turning into a cloud of fluff upon making contact with your body.

You bit your bottom lip to hold back a smile, the man’s eyebrows raised in a challenge as he held his hands up near his head in surrender. 

“You’re really asking for it, now.” You sat up to gather snow in your palm, slinging your arm backward to aim it at your boyfriend, hitting him directly in the chest with a proud grin.

You watched as your boyfriend dramatically fell to the ground, clutching his hands over the spot you’d hit him on his chest as he groaned loudly.

Rolling your eyes at his little act, you stalked over to him, snow crunching underneath your footsteps as you walked, the prints of your boots marking your path behind you.

“Have I died and gone to heaven? Because surely you’re an angel.” He said with a proud grin across his face, staring up at you as you stood over him.

“You’re ridiculous.” You shook your head with a small laugh, the man’s squeaky laugh meeting your ears as you kneeled next to his body. 

Reaching an arm out to hook around your waist, he brought your body down onto his, his hands adjusting your hat to situate over the tips of your ears again as it had slid at some point during your time outside.

“I can’t believe you killed me on my birthday.” He mumbled, you snorting at his words and making a wide smile appear on his face as he laughed with you. 

“Merely self-defense, babe. Don’t take it personally.” You patted his chest reassuringly, Seokjin wrinkling his nose in disapproval of your words.

“Hm,” he hummed in thought, you raising your eyebrows in suspense with a small grin of your own, mirroring his expression as he cleared his throat dramatically, “I don’t know. I think I’m in need of some kisses.” He suggested in a nonchalant tone, mouth slanted in a lazy smile as your eyebrows raised higher in amusement.

“Oh? Is that right?” You asked, Seokjin eagerly nodding in response as he puckered his lips, shifting his pout from side to side making you giggle as you caved in to his antics. 

Leaning down to catch his pouted pink lips with yours, you smiled against him as he let a soft hum of his approval escape at the warmth radiating from your mouth. Your lips parted synchronously, your hands stationing on the sides of his head as you captured his bottom lip in a soft suckle between your own. 

Placing his hand on the back of your head, he pushed you down closer, the innocence of the kiss fading with each stroke of his tongue into your mouth. His hands trailed down your back to caress your sides, landing on your hips and rubbing slow circles into your flannel pajama pants with his thumbs. 

 With a playful nibble on his bottom lip, you broke apart from him, eyes dragging up from his swollen pink lips to his dark brown eyes with a questioning raise of your eyebrow.

“So,” you spoke in an unsteady exhale, “am I forgiven?” You asked with a slight smirk, Seokjin chuckling shyly before shrugging, the lack of answer making you scoff at the smug man underneath you. 

“Alright. I guess I’ll just have to continue, then.” You sighed with a shrug, a wide smile appearing on his face as he pulled you back down so that your face hovered over his own again as he picked his head up to better accommodate his desires.

“I guess so.” 

[mldrgrl]

Broken Things 21/24

by: mldrgrl Rating: varies by chapter, rated R overall (THIS CHAPTER RATED R) See Chapter 1 for summary and notes

He does not wake first the next morning.  Her back is to him when he opens his eyes, but he can see her moving her fingers, twisting her wedding ring as he’s seen her do on occasion.  Her hair is in his mouth again and he moves his head and runs a hand over the back of hers.  She turns to look back at him.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning,” she answers.

She turns her head away, back towards the window.  He turns his hand over and slides his palm under her fidgeting fingers.  She stops twisting her ring and then laces her fingers with his.  He’d like to kiss her.  He’d like to touch her again, but he’s content to hold her like this for as long as she’ll let him.  She shifts though, and he loosens his arms and lets her fingers slip out of his.

She only rolls over to face him though and they stay like that for some time, nearly nose to nose.  He makes a move, shifting his pinkie finger over to hers and hooking them together.  She smiles a little and gives it a light squeeze.

“We can try again,” she says.  “If...if you’d like to.”

“I would like nothing more, but only if it’s what you really want as well.”

She reaches up and touches his face.  He closes his eyes as her thumb skims over his brow and across his cheek and down his nose.  She traces his lips and then touches his chin and then finally rests her hand on his chest.  With his eyes closed, the images of her flicker though his mind like the spinning of a zoetrope; she’s arched beneath him or laying naked before him or looking up into his eyes as she touches him.  It takes so little of her to get him aroused he’s almost ashamed of it.

She kisses him gently, just a whisper of her lips against his before she slides closer and slips her arm under his to wrap around his back.  When she kisses him again, her lips are wet and he can feel the tip of her tongue against his bottom lip.  He can’t help himself, he has to bring her in tighter.  She moans softly as his hips press against her and his resolve to go slow is shattered.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, twisting her nightgown into a fist at the small of her back.  He nuzzles her cheek with his nose and moves down to kiss her neck.

“You,” she whispers.

He’s never hated clothing before until now.  Suddenly, it’s the worst thing ever to be created and he’s only wearing his drawers and she’s only wearing a nightgown and bloomers, but they can’t come off fast enough.  Together, they get her nightgown unlaced and over her head.  He has to stop then to touch her breast, to marvel at how perfectly it fits in his hand and how smooth her skin is and how her nipple tightens at his touch.  This time, when he lowers his head, she doesn’t stop him.  She runs her fingers through his hair and twists towards him when he takes her in his mouth.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, lifting his head to give the same attention to the other breast.

“Yes,” she answers.

Experimentally, he closes his teeth onto her nipple, not biting, but gently tugging and rubbing his tongue over the peak at the same time.  She gasps and her hips push up into his.  He pushes back and suddenly they’re rocking against each other and he has to lift his head.  She clutches his head with both hands and he kisses her again.  He’s starting to see stars he’s so breathless and his groin is so tight.

“I have to...I have to slow down,” he says.

“I don’t need you to.”

“But, I need me to.”  

“Alright.”

He chuckles a bit when he eases his hips away and she whimpers and rolls towards him.  He rubs her hip and observes how her stomach clenches and how her lips tremble and how ragged her breathing is.  He undoes the ties for her bloomers and pulls the front down just enough that he uncovers a fiery tuft of pubic hair.  He runs his fingers over the soft and damp curls.  The last time he touched her here he was surprised by how wet she was, how hot, how tight.  Even though he knows what to expect now, he’s still caught off guard.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” she breathes.

He eases two fingers inside, moving deeper than he had before.  He wishes he wasn’t so inexperienced.  He knows there are ways to please a woman, but he doesn’t know what they are and all he wants is to make her feel as good as she makes him feel.  He’s guessing by the way she’s rocking her hips with the motion of his hand that she likes it.

“Oh!” she cries, and she inhales with a stutter.  “Oh...oh!”  She clutches the sheets with one hand and with the other, she grabs onto his wrist and pushes the edge of his palm down against her pubic bone.

“Do you like that?” he asks.

“I…”  She seems to have lost all speech.

He can feel something like a pull and a flutter of muscle and heat around his fingers.  Her thighs start to shake and quiver and her hand takes a bone-crushing grip on his wrist.  She cries out, a sharp yelp and then a whimper and then her face wrinkles as though she’s in agony.

“Kate?” he asks, going still.  “Are you alright?”

“I…”  She sucks in a breath and then her body seems to melt and relax.  “Yes, I’m alright.”

“You’re not hurt?  You look hurt.”

Her lips curl up slightly and she blinks slowly.  “I’m not hurt at all.”

He eases his hand out from between her legs and finds it’s glistening and sticky with wetness from her.  He studies it.  He can smell her on his fingers, like damp earth, but headier.  The scent of it goes straight to his cock, making him groan.

Katherine reaches down to unbutton his drawers and they make it past his hips, just enough to set his erection free.  He grabs onto his weeping cock, lathers himself with her wetness and his own.  She pushes her bloomers down to her knees and kicks them away and then opens herself to him.  He doesn’t fumble this time, at least not as much.  He watches as he glides into her, astounded that he fits so well, like sliding the most comfortable leather glove in the world onto his hand.

“I feel like you were made for me,” he tells her.

“I was.”  She wraps her legs around his hips and pulls him so deep he doesn’t know where he stops and she begins.

↭

Katherine doesn’t remember falling asleep, but the next time she wakes, she’s alone in Mulder’s bed.  There’s a faint aroma of coffee coming from down the hall and she frantically searches for her nightgown and bloomers that must be somewhere amongst the haphazard bedclothes.  She finds her nightgown, pulls it on, and cautiously tiptoes across the hall to her room to get ready for the day.

Her hair is an unruly mess.  As she multitasks trying to brush her curls into submission and don fresh clothes at the same time, she pauses as she notices a discoloration at the top of her breast in the mirror.  She touches the red-purple blotch lightly.  It doesn’t hurt at all, but it looks almost like a faint burn.  She remembers that Mulder spent a fair amount of time kissing her there and wonders if his mouth somehow left a mark on her.

There’s no time to dwell on it.  It must be late in the morning and she has so many things to do.  Mulder shouldn’t have let her sleep.  She doesn’t even know if the boys have made it back from their night in town yet and how embarrassing if they’re here and she didn’t even have breakfast on the table.

Dressed and hair tamed just enough, she scurries out into the dogtrot and then checks the grandfather clock.  It’s nearly ten in the morning.  She’s mortified.  She hurries into the kitchen and finds it empty, but a pot of coffee is cooling on the table and there are remnants of a recently cooked meal.  The collecting basket is full of eggs, so Mulder must’ve also been out to the chicken coop.

She finds Mulder outside, leading the cows out to the pasture while Queenie nips at the heels of the sheep that run past.  He gives her a wave and a tip of the hat and she lifts her skirts to run out to him.

“You didn’t wake me,” she accuses.

“Was I supposed to?”  He smiles at her over one of the cows and it moos at him as though she’s holding up their progress to the pasture.

“Well, of course. There are chores to do.”

“What chores?  The laundry is done, the dusting is done, the boys won’t be around until later.  It’s Sunday.”

“Yes, but…”

“Alright, next time I’ll wake you so you can invent things to do.”

“I should have at least made your breakfast.”

“I was happy to make my own breakfast.  The coffee wasn’t as good though.”  He smiles at her again over the impatient cow and then pulls off his gloves and tosses them to her.  “You want to be useful, run on ahead and open up that fence so Queenie can get the sheep in.”

Katherine nods and jogs up past the sheep to the fence around the pasture.  She puts Mulder’s gloves on and then pulls one of the posts down and then the other, opening it up so Queenie can lead her charges through to graze.  Mulder soon follows with the cows and finally, the goats that have been dawdling behind and stopping to frolic, come bounding through to join the herd.

Mulder takes the gloves back from Katherine and closes the fence to keep the livestock inside.  He puts his arm around her shoulders as they walk to the stables and she stops him before they get there and stands up on her toes to kiss him.  He adjusts his hat and grins when she pulls away.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” she answers, honestly.  “Because I wanted to.”

He puts his arm around her again, this time around her waist, and she wraps her arms around his middle. They stay like that for some time, holding each other and smiling brightly.  Katherine lays her head on Mulder’s chest and he strokes her hair.  Finally, they break apart and he kisses her once more before he lets her go and they continue to the stables.

He’s mucking stalls and she’s combing horses when he hears someone calling for him.  He pauses with the rake in one hand and she pauses with the currycomb in hers.

“Did that sound like Jimmy to you?” she asks.

“That’s what I thought too.”  

Mulder throws down the rake and runs out of the barn.  Katherine hops down from the stool she’s standing on and drops the comb into a bucket before she rushes after him.  She can see Jimmy coming up the road, riding hard.  His horse is kicking up a cloud of dust behind him and even from so far away, she can see it snorting.  Jimmy woah’s the horse to a stop and it trots in a circle and shakes its head, unable to slow it’s momentum so completely all at once.

“What’s happened?” Mulder asks.  “Where’s Jesse?”

“We were comin’ up over Cactus Pass when we seen a lone horse out yonder and rode up on it.  She ain’t got no brand or nothin’ and was just standin’ all by herself midst of nowhere.”

“Indian pony?” Mulder asks.

“No, don’t reckon that.  No markings at all.  Jesse thinks she might’ve been left by a herd.  She looks likely to drop a foal any day.”

“At this time of year?”

“We give her some oats and water and she was mighty grateful for it.  Jesse’s bringing her in, but coming over slow since she can’t seem to move all that fast.”

“How far do you think he is?”

“Couple miles maybe.  He told me to ride on ahead and let you know he was comin’ just after we crossed Bowman’s Creek.”

“Alright, go get your horse watered.  I’ll tack up Blondie and head out to find them.”

Jimmy clucks at his horse and they ride off towards the stables.  Mulder turns and starts hustling in the same direction and Katherine almost has to run to keep up with him.

“What can I do?” she asks.

“Get fresh hay into the stall next to Blondie.  Move Faithful Jenny onto the other side too.  A pregnant mare will do well to be between two friendly ladies.”

“Should we get someone in to take a look at her?”

“I don’t think Doctor Black deals in livestock and the nearest veterinarian is in Abilene.  Too far to make much of a difference.  Hopefully Melvin will be back soon.  He’s got experience with foaling mares.”

Katherine gets to work on setting up an empty stall for the new horse.  She’s spreading hay when she hears the wagon roll up and she can hear Jimmy outside giving the men the update.  Melvin comes rushing into the stables and immediately starts helping her prepare the stall.

“Mulder said you have experience with foaling mares,” Katherine says.

“I worked at a stud farm for a time,” he answers.  “Mostly grounds work, but I know the signs and I’ve been at a few births.”

“Is there something we can do?”

“They usually just take care of themselves.  We just need to see that she’s comfortable.”

There’s whistling outside and Katherine and Melvin both leave the stables.  The sun is high and Katherine shields her eyes to look towards the road.  Mulder and Jesse are coming up.  Jesse’s on his horse and Mulder is walking beside Blondie and another horse, moving slowly.  Its head is down low as it ambles.  Melvin walks out to greet them and he takes the rope around the new horse’s neck and brings it into the stable and into the fresh stall they’ve just prepared.

Jesse takes care of putting up his horse and Trevor takes Blondie from Mulder.  Mulder stands beside Katherine outside the stall where the new horse is docilely letting Melvin look her over.  She’s snow white with grey spots at her hindquarters and neck.

“What do you think?” Mulder asks.

“I think she’s got a couple weeks left in her yet,” Melvin says.  “Udder’s a bit swollen, but no milk yet.  Don’t seem like the foal’s turnt yet and she ain’t soft yet in the uh...the birthin’ exit.”

“She’s beautiful,” Katherine says.

“What do you want to call her?” Mulder asks.

Katherine thinks on it for a few moments.  “Mary,” she says.

Mulder laughs.  “Well, that definitely is appropriate.  Just please don’t make me name any little colts that might drop, Jesus.”

“I wouldn’t get ahead of things,” Melvin says, frowning as he runs his hand across the horse’s belly.

“Why?” Mulder asks.

“Somethin’ don’t seem quite right, but I can’t say what it is.  Just somethin’ don’t seem quite right.”

Katherine’s stomach sours and she swallows back a bit of bile that rises in her throat.  Mulder turns to her and she turns away.  Her knees begin to shake just a bit as she walks out of the stable.  She feels Mulder’s hand at her back as the sun hits her face and she closes her eyes against it.

“Kate?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” she says.  “Just needed some air is all.  And...it’s about time I get started on noon dinner now that everyone is back home.”

“You want me to help you?”

She shakes her head.  “You go on and help Melvin get Mary settled.”

He gives her a look like he doesn’t quite believe she’s alright and she gives him a small smile and then tips her head up and kisses his jaw.  He bends and kisses her lips lightly and holds her hand even as she walks away.  Their arms extend briefly and then their fingers slip free and her hand swings loosely at her side.  She walks away slowly, keeping a normal pace even as she bites her lip and stomach rolls.  She knows she’s going to be sick, she just needs to make it inside and out of sight before she does.

[inevitablyuncertain]

i am slamming through the door at top speed to yell MURDERBOT for the fandom meme

I tip my hat to u, sir

blorbo: the titular murderbot itself. How the turntables, it's now the blorbo for my shows books

scrunkly: "Okay, third mom 🙄"

scrimblo bimblo: I'm pouring one out for all the very sweet, low autonomy/intelligence bots that mb meets along the way. Every time i feel soft. Frens...

Bots are instructed to report and repel theft attempts, but no one ever tells them not to answer polite requests from other bots.

glup shitto: i do not own the books (yet) so i haven't reread them (yet) so i don't remember the obscure characters enough to say (...yet)

poor little meow meow:

mb: i can set you free you don't have to do this

that combat bot it fought in the mall, with all the possible Hate that someone with no real volition can muster: fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-

horse plinko: send The Company to the plinky (my little minion says, "you got it, boss!" and scurries away)

eeby deeby: sending ART to superhell for the crime of being in robot love w murderbot, as the CW would have intended