#this is really incoherent I'm sorry I forgot how to write

[cockneydio]

What do you think is the meaning of Sticky Fingers's zippers in relation to Bruno himself?

So, we know Araki is inconsistent on stands having meaning vs. being just a spooky dude with weird powers, but I firmly believe Sticky Fingers is designed top to bottom to represent Bruno Bucciarati's inner turmoil and deeply held desires.

Sticky Fingers design is reminiscent of a Roman Legionnaire and a gladiator -- both roles that deal unspeakable violence, one designed to uphold a regime that brutally dominated its enemies, the other a victim of that regime. As a low-level enforcer for a criminal organization, Bruno is a soldier. He follows orders and metes out whatever kind of punishment for disorder his seniors deem necessary. But he is also trapped in that role, a prisoner and a puppet. Sticky Fingers' helmet covers its eyes, calling to mind the ideas of blind justice (remember the justice system failed everyone in Bucci's team before Giorno) and seeing no evil (Bruno quite literally has to look the other way at the drug trade his organization perpetuates). These design elements are purposeful, I believe, and elevate the storytelling immensely.

The zippers have a similar dual meaning. In daily life, zippers are usually used to join, to make whole or to close up. The disparate pieces of Bruno's life cannot be joined, though. His family is broken, as is the society he inhabits, and no volume of sticky zippers could bind them back together. So instead, he uses them to tear things apart... leaving a dimensionless void wherever they're placed. Kind of like Bruno's soul, if you ask me.

[seonghwaddict]

say my name — song mingi

request by anon. "This is my first request to anyone ever so forgive me if this is..idk incoherent 😭. But lately I've been thinking about a short smut story where the reader (fem) being a backup dancer for ATEEZ and Mingi catching feelings for her over time and then end up fucking in the dressing room and maybe one of the members walks in idk have fun with it. 🤭"

idol!song mingi x backup dancer!reader. genre. smut. warnings. smut below the cut, explicit sexual content minors dni, fingering, some dirty talk, use of petnames (doll, baby), slight dom/sub dynamics, dom!mingi, swearing, intentional lowercase. please let me know if i missed anything. wc. 1.2k.

lilo's notes. i'm back!! this is the first request i've received, hopefully i did it justice. by the time i finished writing i forgot that anonie asked it it's possible for another member to walk in and join.... sorry about that. but anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this!!

listening to. perceive by doma cyno.

masterlist

“fuck, baby,” a hand swiped through your folds, gathering the almost embarrassing amount of arousal from your core. “you’re so wet.”

you like to think your day started off like every other day. you woke up at 7 am, ate breakfast, got ready for the day and arrived at kq two hours later. you went through some choreographies with the other backup dancers until 4 pm, left to run some errands, and then returned to practice some more on your own.

since your first day at the company only a few months ago, you’d always take a few hours after your shift to perfect your art more than you already have. sometimes you’d spend those hours with the other dancers who showed up for the same reason, but surprisingly, a lot of the time it was mingi who found himself practising his group’s or his own choreography alongside you.

the first few times felt awkward, to say the least.

you yourself weren’t really one to strike up conversations with random people, and considering he was part of the group you had to dance for, you were afraid of slipping up and losing your job. but, eventually, he talked to you. after that, things were easier—you’d joke around, take breaks to go eat something, help each other and sometimes even stop what you were working on to choreograph something together; just the two of you.

it was only a month or two later that you caught yourself looking at him in a less than friendly but rather heated way… and much to your surprise, you slowly started noticing his own lustful glances—lips red from biting them and hooded eyes tracking your every movement. but, alas, you weren’t one for first moves.

considering all of this, you weren’t surprised at the position you were currently in; on the floor of the practice room, legs hooked around his as you sat between them, mingi’s lips against the side of your neck, one arm around your waist and the other with his hand inside your panties (your shorts had been discarded long ago, along with his shirt) as he faced you to lthe mirror, forcing you to watch his every movement.

he swiped his middle finger through your folds, gathering some arousal and then slowly circling your swollen clit. a breathy whimper escaped your lips as you threw your head back on his shoulder. the combined sensation of his finger around your nub and his lips kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck sent another wave of wetness gushing out of you.

“eyes on the mirror, doll,” he moved his head up to whisper right into your ear with that husky voice of his, gently biting down on your earlobe. he removed his hand from your pussy for a moment, letting your legs down to slip your panties off before hooking them over his thighs again. you were practically dripping as he exposed you. “i want you to see what i’m doing, watch how your beautiful little body reacts to me.”

reluctantly, you nodded and pulled yourself off his shoulder, eyes zeroing in on the arousal smeared between your thighs. a moan escaped your lips as he gave your clit a particularly firm tug, his ring and middle finger pressed against the skin on either side of it and pinching gently. you tried holding back your following moans, but the quiver of your thighs gave you away. though, you felt better knowing you weren’t the only enjoying this so much, his erection strained against his pants and poked at your ass. 

his movements against your heat were slow but precise, eliciting pretty little whimpers and moans from you. the hand wrapped around the front of your waist moved up, featherlight touches leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as he gently brushes his fingers over the fabric of your bra. then he nudge the straps down your shoulder and let the bra cups fall, his hand immediately going to tweak at your nipples. 

“f-fuck…” you cursed quietly, trying your best to stop your eyes from fluttering shirt from all the pleasure and keep your eyes on the mirror as he asked.

two of his large fingers circled your entrance, massaging it before slowly pushing in. jaw slack at the stinging stretch, you watched as they disappeared into your vagina, breath stuttering when he curved them just enough to brush against the right spot. your hand snaked it’s way behind his head, tugging on his hair gently.

“oh, look, doll,” you heard him groan behind you, feeling his smirk against your neck, “look at how well you take my fingers…”

and with that he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of you, digits firmly pressing against the spongey spot inside you each time, increasing his speed more and more as his thumb continue circling your clit. he watched your face in the mirror, analysing each twitch of your muscles and each flutter of your lashes to perfectly adjust his movements. in any other context, you perhaps would’ve appreciated how perceptive he was. but right now you wanted nothing more than to savour the feeling of his fingers, anticipating how his cock would feel in you. 

before you knew it, the familiar knot of an orgasm began tightening in your abdomen, your body squirming.

“shit, mingi…” his name tumbled out of your mouth in a drawl and his movement stopped for a moment.l before he continued at a more rigorous pace. you could’ve sworn you felt his erection twitch behind you. 

“say that again,” he growled, “say my name.”

the rough scratch of his voice made you impossibly wetter as you obeyed quickly. “mingi, o-oh…”

after that it didn’t take much longer for you to snap, coming down hard on his fingers, muscles jerking and back arching as his hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your noises.

“keep it down, baby, someone might walk in and see you at my mercy.”

he pulled his fingers out of you and caressed your thighs. it didn’t take to long for you to calm down from your high, chest heaving with deep breaths as he whispered praises in your ear. despite the fact you just had an orgasm, you knew you still wanted more.

“i-i need… i need you,” you tried, face flushed as you hinted the best you could.

“hm?” he chuckled. “and what exactly do you need of me?”

with a huff, you grinded yourself back against him, against his cock, but he moved his hands to grip your hips firmly and stop you. 

“that won’t do,” he shook his head. “i want you to use your words, doll. can you do that for me, baby?”

a moment of silence passed between you. it was awkward or anything, a teasing grin on his face as he looked you in the eyes through the mirror, your brows furrowed before you sighed.

“god, mingi, i need your cock in me.”

he grinned, hands tugging your shirt and bra off before sitting back on his knees and turning you around. mingi leaned over you, cupping your chin before kissing you with a bruising hardness. once he broke the kiss, a malicious spark shined in his sharp eyes.

“anything for my doll.”

network. @cromernet

[nnight-dances]

SWEET BOY

PAIRING: lee seokmin x f!reader (ft. choi vernon)

GENRE: fluff, angst

TROPES: older brother figure to lover, childhood friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, jealousy, skinship, dk being a blushy idiot and you being a plain idiot.

lines are funny when it comes to your life. lines drawn from one point to another, lines forced to keep your work life and your personal life, but most important the big daunting line between you and your crush of nearly two years now, dokyeom. 

it's funny, it really is, given how much time you've spent riling yourself up over him, telling yourself that he should retain the role he always had in your life: the older brother figure. because dokyeom's heart-warmingly kind, no even more so– blood-curdingly kind, painfully nice to everyone he meets, patient beyond imagination. he's worse than any nice guys you've met, simply because he fits the archetype too well to be real. 

"don't you get tired?" you ask him, when he shows up at your door, clutching bags of take-out food, no doubt after hearing from your mom how you haven't had a chance to eat. yet, you'd emphasized to her after you'd made the mistake of letting her know you were too busy to cook. 

"shouldn't i be asking you that?" dokyeom grunts as he lets himself into your house, familiar with the place like the back of his hand. "i know mr. ko called you in and gave you an earful for missing the last deadline, but that's no excuse to skip meals."

okay, worth mentioning is the fact that while you knew dokyeom since childhood thanks to the fact that you grew up in the same household, you'd also ended up moving to the city to sign a contract with the publishing company where he worked at, as an editor. it was half a coincidence, because you can't say you sought out the company simply on its merits. 

you sigh as you stretch out a crick in your neck, "i'm not doing this because mr. ko told me to. i'm fine, i'm just trying to clear up my schedule before the end of the year. god knows i don't want to be working on new year's eve."

"and you won't," dokyeom takes off his coat, revealing a light blue sweater underneath, one that you've grown fond of. it's a sweet sweater, for a sweet man. 

"well, thanks, anyway. for the food. sorry if my mom pestered you into doing this."

"i don't want to hear a word out of you till you've eaten."

you obey him silently, taking out the lukewarm bánh mì from its bag and starting to eat. dokyeom watches with a slight smile, noting how your hair was in a ponytail, a rare occurrence. just another indication that you were forcing yourself to work too hard. 

"what am i going to with you…" he muses to himself, slowly tidying up the mess on your writing corner. the little wooden table you'd spent hours studying and testing before buying, is crowded with stationery and a few notebooks. your laptop sits blank, screen indicating that it was close to dying. dokyeom brushes off the stray balls of napkins off and into the small trashcan next to the chair, followed by all the tiny eraser dust particles. he's just plugged in your laptop when he hears you call out his name softly. 

"hmm?" he calls back. "you want some coffee?" you ask and when dokyeom arches a brow at you, you wave your empty hands, "i'm done eating! can a girl not want a warm liquid post-meal?"

"fine, fine. i'll have some, thanks." he laughs as you glare at him, mumbling incoherencies about him. 

"oh, right, i almost forgot to tell you," dokyeom pulls out his phone, ten minutes later when the two of you are settled on the couch, waiting for your steaming mugs to settle down a little. "there's a department-wide party this sunday, an end of year gathering or something. you should come, i hear the budget this year's crazy. it's at a fancy hotel and everything."

you narrow your eyes at dokyeom, "i don't know about that. work parties are a slog, dude. i can't stand to get drunk with the people who literally torture the creativity out of me."

"that's harsh, y/n. and an exaggeration."

"whatever…" you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweatshirt, "i… i don't even have a date. it's kind of a short notice to find someone anyway–"

"i'll be your date," dokyeom offers, faster than either of you could comprehend his response. his ears flush, "um, i mean, i'll go with you, if you don't… mind."

"why would i mind? i just thought you'd have someone to go with already," you say and when you catch the shy look on your friend's face, "unless of course, nobody's asked you. which i totally understand."

"hey! i don't want to take names but i've had to tell some people no already. so don't–"

"oh? so you rejected the people who did ask you? i thought you were too nice to do that. "

"yeah, i did. i didn't want to go with them. i don't know them well enough to guarantee they'll be fun for the entire night. plus, it's messy going with someone from work. you agree once, who's to say they'll keep asking you for life?"

"i'm someone from work, too," you point out, averting your gaze to the coffee, watching the evaporation swirl around. 

"you're different, silly," dokyeom chuckles out, arm hitting yours, "we're already messy. i knew you before work, and i'll know you long after. we're more than that, you know?"

that? whatever he meant, you find your heart soaring ever so much, "hm, i suppose you're not wrong. fine, i'll come to the party." if it's with you. 

that night you find yourself obsessing over this conversation. what did dk mean we're already messy? you were messy? you knew he didn't mean that like a bad thing but the word unsettled you anyway. your feelings for him only made it harder to listen to him objectively, especially when he says stuff like we're more than that. more than what, exactly?

– 

dokyeom's having a hell of a day, carrying around a headache he's had since this morning and a heavy to-do list that doesn't seem to be going anywhere despite the fact that he's been at his desk for about five hours now. he sits back with a grunt, taking his eyes off his screen for a moment to take a break. 

as soon as he tunes back into the physical world around him, he overhears his coworkers chatting near his desk, instant coffeee in hand. 

"yo, you're kidding! how'd you get her number finally?" ren, a newbie, elbows the man next to him. vernon, the man in question, is grinning too wide for his own good. 

"i just asked her for it. i told her i had some important doubts about her new manuscript."

"that didn't annoy her?"

"nah, y/n's chill like that. she was super nice about it, too, telling me she would love to hear from me."

ren gasps dramatically, "no way, do you think she–"

dokyeom clears his throat with a start, having had enough as an eavesdropper for the day. he stands up, making eye-contact with vernon who shoots him a nonchalant smile. it pisses dokyeom off, how wasn't he bothered? 

his headache's only getting worse so he decides to get himself something to eat while he's at it. some fresh air might help him. he shoots the pair a stiff smile as he leaves the office, hand clutching his phone a little too hard. as he gets into the elevator, he's alerted of a message.

speak of the devil, he thinks when your name pops up on his screen. am i expected to dress formal for this party? you ask. 

only if u want to :) he shoots back.

… what kind of an answer is that. 

an honest one. expectations are only as high as you want them to be.

you know i hate you right 

enough to ask me to be ur date? <3 <3 

you're befuddled on the other side of the chat, "who asked who?" you mumble, choosing to not respond to dokyeom's frustrating reply to your very genuine question. 

dokyeom, on the other hand, is feeling much better now that he's had a chance to talk to you. where you're reserved about your feelings for him, dokyeom really couldn't be more transparent about them. or so he thinks. but really, he's convinced he couldn't be clearer about how he feels about you– instantaneous responses to your texts, making sure you eat on time, corresponding with your mom to reassure her of your good health, careful attention to what you're into at the time so he can buy you the things you refuse to splurge on. 

to dokyeom, this was the clearest confession of his love for you. the only reason he hasn't vocalized it in person is because he doubts any good would come out of it. he's more than happy with the relationship he has with you, a safe enough distance but a warm closeness anyway. besides, he's pretty certain you think of him as more of a brother than anything. an older brother figure you've known since you were children. better to keep things the way they were. right?

– 

dokyeom's increasily unsure about his convictions to keep things the same. maybe it had something to do with the fact that you look breathtaking tonight. you're adorned in the prettiest pink dress, eyes sparkling more than usual thanks to the glitter you'd dabbed on and hair cascading down to your shoulders in curls that has him a little weak in the knees.

he does visibly gape at you when you greet him at the door with a small smile. he's flustered enough to be out of words so you're left speaking to a shell of him. "hey, you're a little earlier than i imagined. i'm almost ready. come in though." 

when he stands still despite your invitation, you frown. "dokyeom?" he bites his lip as he comes to and nods, walking in after you. "you good?"

"yeah, just a little nervous."

"nervous?" 

"you look really pretty," he musters, reddening when your eyes widen at his honest confession, "i'm a little dizzy." the two statements are correlated but you don't pick up on that, instead becomes concerned. you take his arm and your cold touch on his arm only sends him further down his dazed condition.

"dizzy? that's no good. come sit," you pull him to the couch, making him take a seat. god, dokyeom thinks he's dreaming when you touch his cheek, "do you need medicine? warm tea? water?"

he clears his throat, "n-no, i'm fine," he lets himself fall against the cushions, closing his eyes against the rush in his veins. "just– you should go get ready. i'll be back to normal soon."

you look at him in confusion for a prolonged few seconds before giving up and doing as he said. when you come back, you have a lip gloss and heels on. "okay," you announce to the back of dokyeom's head, "i'm ready, dk."

he sits up quickly, head clearing up now. he turns around to you and smiles a cheerful smile that is much more like him. "alright! let's go!" 

you watch him warily anyway, all the way to his car. "ah, your hair–" you reach out to the back of his head where some hair stuck out from his earlier meltdown. gently, you brush the disturbances away, fingers swift in their adminstrations. dokyeom thinks he might break down again, the gesture making him feel giddy all over again. it doesn't help when he feels your warm breath on his neck when you sigh, returning to your seat. "ok, no more hair casualities, we are set to go."

dokyeom can't afford to look up at you so he simply starts the car, keeping his head straight so he can drive the both of you to the venue safely. 

being in a room bustling with people he knows really helps dokyeom, for as soon as you reach the hall, he takes off in a rush, something about having to greet everyone that's important. you don't know to feel about his flight but you manage to shrug it off, trusting him enough to know he'll be back before long. 

you station yourself near the refreshments, finding yourself a flute of champagne and some hors d'oeuvres to keep you company while dokyeom does what he does. you find yourself mildly enjoying yourself, people-watching all sorts of groups and downing your second serving of champagne, when you're joined by someone. 

it's kitty, a coworker you're less than fond of, thanks to her loud mouth and overwhelming beauty. she's dressed in an immaculate white dress, face glowing even in the harsh light as she smiles at you. "y/n!"

"kitty," you acknowledge her with a cordial nod of your own, hoping this wouldn't take too long.

"how've you been? you look much better than the last time i saw, so not too bad i hope!"

your smile sours, "i'm fine, kitty. nice to see you're feeling as chatty as usual." 

"i am! what better ocassion than a party to be social," she remarks pointedly and you contain a sigh. kitty was an important coworker, unfortunately for you, with her in charge for your public image and general likeability. it really should be criminal how little she likes you for someone who has to make sure you appeal to the masses. 

"i didn't even think i'd see you around. you have a date?"

"i'm here with dokyeom, yeah." 

this seems to startle kitty, because she's speechless for a moment. "dokyeom? he said yes to you?"

ignoring whatever undertones of disbelief kitty's giving off, you roll your eyes, "it was more that he forced me to come with him, but yeah, sure, however you wanna say it." 

"wow, dokyeom's really kind to do that. he even turned me down. he must really treasure your friendship."

now you've had enough of her insinuations, so you cut the chat short. "sorry, kitty, i need to use the bathroom. excuse me." 

you break away from her, feeling the weight of her glare at your aloofness. you really don't care for her snarky remarks usual, long-accustomed to the kind of gossip she likes to generate. but tonight, your tolerance was low. you didn't want to think about why dokyeom asked you to come to the party, and you certainly didn't want kitty's suggestions marinate in your mind. but it's too late, you feel your chest tighten at the thought of dokyeom feeling pity for you, asking you to come because that's just how kind he was, and you, his best charity case. 

dokyeom spots you from across the room where he's eventually recovered from his weak condition. he feels guilt spike through his veins when he sees you storm away from kitty, who's no doubt spewed some obnoxious nonsense to make you leave the room with that tense expression of yours.

he excuses himself from his conversation to run off after you, managing to catch you as you leave the hall. 

"y/n!" he calls out, catching ahold of your shoulder. "where are you going?" 

you stop, startled by dokyeom's interception. you slowly turn around, trying your best to neutralize your expression. "um, just using the bathroom. i drank that champagne a little too fast." 

"oh, you sure you're okay? i saw you talking to kitty earlier and i know how frustrating she can be."

you laugh mirthlessly, "i'll be okay as long as i don't run into her in the next five months or so." you turn away, presumably toward the washroom. you'd hoped your explanation would be enough to soothe dokyeom's curiosity but then you hear him follow after you. 

"dk?"

"i'll go with you."

"to the washroom?" 

"uh, yeah. i'll walk you in case you can't find your way back."

"they have signs everywhere and the party's in the biggest hall here– i– whatever, i need to pee too bad to argue with you right now." 

from thereon, dokyeom doesn't leave your side for a second. you don't know what to think of it but you don't complain because your mood's much better when you spend your time by his side, shitting on the ocassional passerby and laughing at each other's jokes. 

dokyeom regrets leaving you by yourself in the first place, especially because he's almost too certain that kitty had told you he'd turned her invitation down. it was awkward to even look at her, let alone talk to her. but then again, she's never been one to care about other people's comfort because about halfway into the night, you spot her trailing back to your table with a few people following her. 

the group crowds your table and you find yourself pressed against a stranger who no doubt works with kitty. he shoots you a sleazy smile and you're grateful when you feel dokyeom subtly pull you closer toward him with a hand around your waist. what you don't expect is him to leave him arm there, draped down your back, finger resting against the small of lower back, sending chills up your spine.

"hey, you two! what're you upto, you've been stuck to this table for the entire night," kitty laughs. 

dokyeom notices vernon among the group, much to his chagrin, smiling at you boyishly. you wave back at vernon with a soft chuckle, thankful that not everyone in this crowd was a snoozefest. 

"just talking," is dokyeom's curt response. "are y'all enjoying the party?" he adresses the larger group, making it a point to not look at kitty. 

"i wish there was more real food," someones pipes in with a grunt and people laugh in agreement. 

"the wine's really good though. expensive stuff," vernon points out, looking at the wine glass propped between you and dokyeom. 

"yeah, it's maybe the best thing about this party," you chime in with a smile. before dokyeom can somehow bring up the fact that he'd been drinking out of the same glass as you, ren gasps out loud, "oh my god, guys, the mistletoe man's back!"

you look around in confusion and find a man dressed in green overalls walking around with some mistletoe stuck his chest, neatly tied with a red ribbon stuck to his chest. "the fuck?" you mumble out and dokyeom laughs at your bewilderment. "it's a stupid tradition," dokyeom says softly to you, "heard someone say it's to foster closer connections between workers."

"by forcing them to kiss?" you whisper back with a grimace as you watch a pair break away from their kiss with bitter expressions. it's fine though because they look at each other's disgust and break into laughter, their table cheering them on. 

"i think it's cute!" kitty remarks, watching the man as he turns around from a few tables over.

"shit, i think he's coming over here," ren curses. "why's that a bad thing?" kitty questions, smiling, eyes glued to the side of dokyeom's face. you might gouge your eyes out one of these days. you're too busy ignoring the ruckus kitty's causing with her frantic giggles as the mistetoe man approaches her. but then he goes past her and she goes silent, eyes coming to still behind you. that's when you realize the mistletoe man's standing square between you and dokyeom. 

you turn around to the man with wide eyes but he simply smiles, "the mistletoe man knows when he sees two lovers!" you don't know what he means till you become aware of dokyeom's arm around you. he pulls away in surprise and his face is red when you look up at dokyeom. 

"this is stupid," you murmur, hoping he'll agree and you wouldn't have to participate in this tradition.

"kiss! kiss! kiss!" ren starts a chant and everyone but kitty and vernon is quick to join in. dokyeom looks bewildered at the unison, and he looks at you, then down at your lips. "we don't have to do this," he comforts you.

"do you want to?" you ask him under your breath. you feel yourself flushing. 

"i'll do it if you want to."

you hate how agreeable dokyeom is sometimes, wishing he would decide for you, for this once. you don't want to think about all the eyes on you, the whispering that's no doubt been reignited. everyone knows you and dokyeom have been friends and maybe something more for years now, but to witness conclusive proof is thrilling to them. 

you feel frozen with the weight of the decision upon you. but then kitty opens her stupid mouth, "ah, dokyeomie, you don't have to do something you don't want to–" 

that spurs you on, you find yourself pressing yourself against dokyeom, raising yourself to his height so you can press your lips to his. he meets you halfway, as if he'd been waiting for you to do exactly this, his large hand finding your cheek so he can seal the deal. 

this goes without saying, you've never kissed dokyeom before, but the way it feels so natural has you questioning if this really was the first time. his lips are pillowy against yourself, his breath hitting your face sweetly when you finally pull away. his eyes are hooded like you've never seen them and you really wish you could memorize this feeling, ingrain it into your mind for later. 

but the moment breaks when you hear the table around you erupt with all kinds of reactions. you don't care to look though, too busy with your own reaction to handle. your heart's fluttering but your eyes feel watery when you pull away from dokyeom. you don't know what to think of all the lines you've been worrying about, the line between you and dokyeom cracking the moment you leaned into his lips. 

–

dokyeom's scared for his life right now. after the chaos around you settled a little, you'd looked at him and quietly asked if he could drive you home right now. he'd been quick to agree, following you out of the door without bidding anyone goodbye. but you're silent the entire walk to his car, not answering him when he asks if you're okay. 

now that you're settled in the car, he pauses before starting the engine. "y/n," he starts softly. you focus on your breathing, staring down at your hands blankly. "i'm sorry."

this makes you look up at him, mouth slightly ajar. "...why are you sorry?" you ask quietly, lips set in a narrow line.

"i– that must have made you uncomfortable. i didn't know what else to–"

"i was the one who kissed you," you comment, looking away and out the window, hands now fists in your lap. dokyeom watches as you tuck some stray strands of hair behind your ear, "i should be sorry."

should be, because you weren't a bit sorry about the kiss. the circumstances that caused it? sure. but the kiss itself wasn't something you would undo. 

dokyeom doesn't know what to say because there's so much to say. where does he even start? "i thought you always saw me as a… brother." 

"what?" your eyes hold a sea of disbelief in them but then as you blink back at a solemn dokyeom, you think it's not that crazy for him to think that after all. "well, i used to. how could i not? mom had drilled it into my system to rely on you like you were family."

dokyeom hums, "...and?"

"i mean, i clearly don't think… i don't have the feelings of a sister toward you," you mumble, your cheeks on fire when you hear your poor phrasing. "if i did, it would be a problem that i wanted to kiss back there."

"you did?" dokyeom gapes and you look at him with a slight tilt of your head. "i– obviously!" you tell him. 

he swallows, "wow. i don't even know what to think–" it's his turn to look at his hands that are trembling, "honest to god, i've never harboured anything but romantic feelings for you, y/n." he says this, head lowered as if in shame, ears revealing how embarassed he was. "i love your mother, but i swear she wanted to kill me the way she encouraged you to call me your brother when you were out with me." 

you grimace, holding back a chuckle, "i'm sorry…" 

"don't be," dokyeom sounds truly defeated, as if the work of hiding his feelings from you had finally caught up with him. "i'm sorry i didn't make myself clearer sooner. never imagined we'd talk about this because we got bullied into our first kiss."

you sigh, nodding as you mutter an agreement. dokyeom rises from his slouch slowly, coming to lock eyes with you. one of his hands comes to rest atop your own fist, prying it open so that you were holding his. you feel warm beyond imagination, feeling like you might burst open with the intensity of your feelings for dokyeom, wondering how you'd ever managed to keep them secret. 

"can…" you stop, voice hoarse, licking your lips nervously, "will you kiss me? for real this time?"

it doesn't take dokyeom a moment's hesitation to close the distance betwen you, his soft lips back on yours, not soon enough for you to get used to the gentle saccharine daze that overcame you. your unoccupied hand card through his hair, similar to a few hours ago when you'd been fixing it, but this time dokyeom lets out the mewl he'd been contatining last time.

he pulls away with a somewhat grunt, eyes starry, "there's no way you didn't know what your were doing." you look back at him, a little breathless with a look of complete confusion. 

he sighs, giving in and rest his head against yours, "when you were fixing my hair earlier, i thought i'd die of a heart attack. finally give up and move on from you, if only in death."

"don't say that, dk," you scold him, hands around him in concern, "and i don't understand why– i mean i feel like we've touched… in other ways before so–"

"i don't know either!" he exclaims, "i just– you looked so fucking gorgeous tonight and then you kept being oblivious to how obviously down bad i am for you– i just couldn't."

"hey, you weren't obvious if i didn't know! that's unfair…" you mumble, looking away with flushed cheeks. it didn't make sense to you.  but dokyeom simply laughs into your shoulder, pulling you into a hug, not much of a change for your dynamic. you'd hugged dokyeom countless times before but now you feel unimaginably closer to him, like you were actually holding him, the entirety of him in your arms. it was incredible, the warmth that blossomed inside you in the silence that surrounded you. it was love.

love shows up even in the early mornings when you're with dokyeom. he'd slept over after your date last night, when you'd insisted you would be too lonely to sleep if he promptly took off (like a gentleman, he commented). you'd laid in bed till 2 am, kissing and talking the night away, his hands finding their indents underneath your worn-out tee. 

you wake up to his nose snuggled in your neck, breathing softly in slumber, hair sticking out every which way. you can't help the loving giggle that leaves you, making him stir in his sleep, arm coming to sit atop your bare stomach. 

"sweet boy," you mumble, placing a kiss atop his forehead and watching in awe as his brown eyes come to life at the action. "you awake?" you jokingly ask but dokyeom responds with a groggy grunt, smiling with fluttering eyes. 

you run a finger through his hair. he groans, "don't wake up yet." you laugh, stroking a strand behind his ear, "but i'm already–" 

he cuts you off with a pout, "no, don't wake up, love. please, want to sleep some more." 

you sigh and shift impossibly closer to him. "all right, then. can't argue with that logic." 

with that, you doze off again. how you manage to fall right back asleep is beyond you, though it might have something to do with the fact that dokyeom's presence brings you a serenity you didn't know you could feel, a feeling that's better than the soft comforter that he himself had picked out for your bed. his arms hold you close, the sweetness melting your heart the whole time you dream, dreaming of dokyeom and of love.

[lxvebun]

only in my dreams

buns notes: Forgot I had this in my drafts and I want it OUT :,)

content Scaramouche x gender neutral reader. Angst<3. Softer Scaramouche because would it be my writing if I didn't turn him soft?. Cliffhanger? English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Not completely proofread ssh

-can we be together

He tries to ignore it, the pain that spikes through his body when you look at him and he can see it in your eyes that you don't recognize him. You've long since forgotten about him, Just as he had planned, so why is he feeling like this?. How is it that without a heart, he still feels like something is splitting apart inside his chest?

He should be happy for you, this is exactly what he wanted. For you to forget about him just like everyone else. Live your life the way you always should have without him interfering. Travel Teyvat, follow the career of your dreams, and even find someone who can love you with all of their heart, something he's physically incapable of as much as he wishes he wasn't.

he did not take the possibility that his new self may want his memories back into his plan. he never planned on losing you since it would be like he never existed in your life at all. You can't lose something you don't have and that was supposed to be it. And to now just pretend that all of your once shared memories together weren't real, the stolen kisses under the moonlight, the way you so annoyingly (not really) stole his hat and ran away yelling "Catch me if you can!" With that stupidly breathtaking smile on your face...it hurts more than he lets on

But as Lesser lord Kusanali has said, some things just can't be erased.

So she taught him how to look into your dreams. While some dreams are just a bunch of incoherent pictures of things you're exposed to daily, familiar faces of friends and family pieced together to make somewhat of a story, some dreams are figments of memories deeply intertwined within your soul.

And that's how he's able to watch you now, as you sit in the sand, knees pulled to your chest, gazing over the sea. Back in a place that resembles the Inazuma shores, the one where you used to lay together to stargaze. Though the stars in this sky are way more frequent and brightly colored and the ocean is way more gentle. there are no monsters, no Nobushi, no thunder. something that doesn't quite reflect reality. A peaceful dream.

He wonders why you're dreaming of this place. It's not as if it was hidden, but people rarely, if at all visited. It was your shared happy place to wind down. A place that he showed you.

he's been present in your dreams for a bit now, you never seem to be aware of it, so he doesn't bother to try and be quiet. he's used to questioning and talking to you in your dreams and receiving no response. so he tries to not get his hopes up as you turn around to look at where he's standing.

Scaramouche feels weirdly exposed as your gaze doesn't falter and your eyes seemingly trace over every detail of him. it's as if you're truly looking at him and maybe it's just wishful thinking but he swears he sees a glimpse of recognition in your eyes

And then you break the silence

"Do I know you?" You asked as you stand up from your place on the ground, dusting the imaginary sand off your clothes.

Who would have thought that such peaceful dreams could shift into cruel nightmares in just a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you-" he manages to croak out despite the way his voice is trying to break. "I didn't know you could see me, y/- he cuts himself off. swallowing the ache of your name in his throat and biting back the tears threatening to spill. Just as he begins to open his mouth to finish his answer, you speak again.

"You look familiar"

Thank you for reading angels! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[meowmeowriley]

Don’t mind me while I scream incoherently about the latest chapter of WsDB because holy shit was it good!!!

Ghost is the biggest shit ever and I love that for him (he deserves those strawberry’s).

all the gifts from his family the skull jumper were really well thought out (Soaps gonna lose his shit when he finds out Ghost’s part Scottish) The Akubra!!!! and the Skull omfg the sweet and twisted fluffy feelings 😭 They’re both in love and neither of the dumb arses realise it yet (I bet everyone else does though)

Poor price though he’s so worried for is anti social son. Ghost: *going out of his way to show affection and share things about himself with the team* Price: *sweating* wondering if he needs to call an ambulance or a priest first

Were Prices photos an 09 reference? How old is that hat?! I forgot you mentioned that Gaz’s girlfriend would be a spider! She must cop so much shit all the time (good on Kyle for not letting anyone add to it) I have a couple questions about her but all ask them later. Soap is so excited about his big family and ghost is about to go “hold my beer”. THE SPIRAL holy shit, like yes Ghost you do need therapy but that’s besides the point, your fucked up feelings are both weirdly sweet and reciprocated. Soap would 100% honour and respect every part of Ghost dead or alive they match each others freak. So your telling me that at the family show and tell Roach brought a photo of him with the rest of the 141 acting like idiots because they’re his family (your paying my physic bills because my heart just broke)

I love how Gaz and Roach are initially shocked by Ghost being trans but after it wears off they don’t actually care (meanwhile soap is in the background trying to do math) it’s just a thing like the sky is blue, the earth is round and Ghost is trans. The bigger shock is the whole rabbit situation, I can’t wait till soap finds out exactly what type of rabbit Ghost is. (Especially after what he just said lol) and Ghost’s last words for the chapter amounting to “I wouldn’t betray your trust but I have and will continue to fuck with you.

Sorry it's taken me a while to get back to this, but I wanted to give people a change to read it since this is a bit spoilery for chapter 3. ❤ Hopefully its been enough time, let's dive in!

Ghost being a little shit is one of my favorite parts of this fic, he deserves to be a menace.

Soap and his Akubra have been rotting my brain since it was first mentioned, and it will come up again. The man looks damn good in that hat.

Soap giving Ghost a fucking rabbit skull of all things, he's trying so hard to get into Ghost's good graces, and had no clue at the time how fucked up that action was 😂 next chapter will have our first taste of Soap's POV and his realization of the implications of his actions.

Price watching Ghost come out of his shell like 😰 lol the poor guy, he's never seen Ghost act like this and he's worried the man is losing it.

So Price's photos were a bit of a personal headcanon of mine, because Modern Warfare's Price isn't the first, only Price in the Call of Duty games. There was a Captain Price in Call of Duty and Call of Duty 2, who looks similar but his accent is way thicker and the timeline is set in WW2. There's also mention of a Johnathan Price in COD Black Ops. It's never explicitly stated (to my knowledge) that that man is one and the same as our Captain from MW. Anyway, I like to believe that the Price family has been sending their boys off to be Captains for generations.

Please ask about Gaz's spider GF, I love her, and want to talk about her!

Roach's family photos was fun and sad to write. Basically, by joining the military he severed ties with his old gang, who were all he had. So the 141 means everything to him. This will be important later. 😈

Ghost: I'm trans

Everyone: huh, okay, didn't know that. Woulda never guessed.

Ghost: also I'm a rabbit

Everyone: minds blown, chaos, worldview shattered

And lastly, as much as Ghost is fucking with and going to continue fucking with Soap, trust that I have all kinds of mental and emotional fuckery planned for you lot, my lovely readers. 😘

[ryuua]

You're having trouble with an assignment, and Hiiro happens to stumble upon your frustrated figure.

♠️ Amagi Hiiro x gn!reader

♠️ Genre: Fluff(?), Hiiro attempts to help you with work

♠️ Warnings: Hiiro might be OOC, not proofread, none other that I know of

A/N: This was actually a redo because I lost the original draft so I don't really have motivation to properly write, but I still hope this was a good first one-shot tho!!

In a quiet corner of Café Cinnamon, you stared at the blank paper underneath you while your hands grabbed a fistful of hair. With a pen sat untouched beside the paper, you tried to rack your brain over and over again but to no avail. The ideas just weren't flowing! ...Is this how Leo feels every time he's stuck with no inspiration? Well, it didn't matter when the problem at hand was much more important, especially when it's due in a few hours and you still had nothing written in. Thank producer work and tuition for taking up 99.99% of your schedule.

As you heaved out the nth distressed sigh, Niki came over to pass you your fifteenth? Maybe twentieth cup of Shinonon Blend - you ordered so many that he had to check up on the table that was continuously ordering the same drink for about an hour now. The same worried look flashed over Niki's face as he stared at your disorganized self that seemed to worsen every visit he took to your table. You made a mental note to thank him for these later. When he left, you buried your face in your hands while mumbling incoherent curses, unknown to the redhead nearing your table.

You must have been so out of it because it took 4 calls to your name and a snap of his finger to get you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you relaxed at the sight of the younger Amagi brother. His presence brought you more comfort than anything else could.

"Hiiro! Sorry, I was thinking of something..." the boy flashed you a worried gaze so you mustered up a small smile to reassure him, "is there anything you need me for? Did.. did I forget a schedule with Alkaloid..??" you panicked at the thought and quickly whipped out your phone to check, luckily Hiiro was there to calm you that he just happened to see you here. "I felt an irritated presence, and it lead me to you. Is there anything I can assist you with? You've helped me adjust to the city a lot, so it'd only be right for me to repay you!" Oh, how you melted at the sentence, you almost forgot about the work due.

"Ahaha, it's nothing big. I'm just having some trouble thinking of what to write for this work"

"Although I won't be as reliable when it comes to information about the city, Aira has taught me a lot of new insight that I can share with you if it helps!" Hiiro said cheerfully, wanting to give you a peace of mind.

"Is that so? I'd love to hear about them!" you reply enthusiastically, maybe this could help you after all? "Come over to this side, it'll be easier for us to work."

For the next hour or so, Hiiro and you mostly talked about the differences in his hometown and in the city. Learning about where he once lived did spark some ideas in you, but not enough for you to write a full-fledged essay. In the end, you were still stuck and there was only an hour left until you had to hand it in.

"I'm sorry, I think I've only wasted more of your time..." Hiiro sulked when you still hadn't written anything down. "It's fine! I think I'll just ask for an extension with some excuse..." you sighed defeatedly, feeling depressed that you didn't manage to finish the work in time, you might even still be stuck during the extension period. Staring off to the side, you notice a bunch of colorful balloons pass by the window.

"Looks like some type of shenanigan Wataru would be up to..." your mumbling caught Hiiro's attention and he too, noticed the floating balloons outside. "Oh! Is this normal in the city too?"

You chuckled as you turned your head back to face him, only to realize when you do, your faces are a mere centimeters apart. Hiiro looked back at you, but he didn't seem phased in the slightest. "Is something the matter? You look shocked," he questioned while backing up after leaning in previously to admire the floating blobs. You continued to stare with no reaction and just as Hiiro was about to shake you awake, your hand instinctively lifted up the pen and started to write, your head dipped down in silence. As much as he was confused, he let you do your thing in silence, ordering the rest of your Shinonon Blend for you.

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BONUS (day after):

It was late evening, and Hiiro had you pinned to a wall. How did this happen? Well, it was your fault for avoiding him for the whole day after he helped you yesterday. Hiiro didn't understand why and was worried he did something to upset you so he went to seek advice from his dear brother, and that is was lead to this.

"Hiiro... I have a meeting to attend, can we talk about this later?"

"I really don't want to disturb you like this, y/n, but I need to know if I'm the problem so I can change... so you won't purposefully avoid me..." Hiiro looked at you with puppy eyes, intentional or not you fell for it.

Thinking up of an excuse on the spot was difficult, so you went with the dumbest one, "I play this with my friends often! We hide from each other until a certain time, but it's just a game we made up so no one else plays it..!" it was dumb, but it works.

"Oh! What an interesting game you city people come up with. I'm relieved you weren't avoiding me. Then, good luck on your meeting! Sorry for jumping to conclusions, haha!" Hiiro finally freed you after taking the bait, quickly hurrying away to not disturb you any further. You could tell he relaxed heavily when you told him it was a joke.

Once you made sure he was out of sight, you slammed your head against the wall. Opening your phone, you looked at the latest message from your tuition teacher.

"You did a great job on the essay, y/n. However this is typically not acceptable in your proper exam, so you will be given an extension to redo the work. I hope to see your skills put to... better use."

Your face reddened at the memory of what you turned in to your teacher.

WOO!! It definitely wasn't the best, but it worked out somehow! Thank you for reading :DD

[hpysprkl]

gimme that Beautiful Hell and one shots (pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Oooh fun, thanks for asking!

There's not a lot in my oneshots folder, but I fell in love with Heller about a minute and a half into Starfield, so I started writing a little Heller/Spacefarer thing. What can I say, I guess I love me a snarky boy with a rock collection 🤷‍♀️

Heller's never been the best or the brightest. He's always known it. He's good at his job, sure. Smart enough to know how to get ahead in it. He makes sure the folks under him work hard enough and work safe enough. Lin trusts him, and they get along. He's made a name for himself in her crew. Which is not hard, really, when the only competition is a bunch of half-drunk dusties from the kind of bum-fuck systems the rest of the universe forgot. Most of them just want to clock in, meet their quotas - just barely - and get paid at the end of the week. Guy like Heller puts in a little extra effort, shows he knows what he's doing, and the boss notices. So when a new batch of recruits filed in one boring afternoon on some boring old rock in the middle of nowhere, he was expecting more of the same. And that's mostly what he got, until he got to her. She'd been staring all around the place while she waited in line for processing. Fidgeting, antsy. So when the line had moved along and he called her up to the desk, he'd figured she probably wasn't all there. They get all kinds in this line of work, and she wouldn't be the first zone-head. But then he called her over, and her gaze snapped to his face. The green eyes she fixed on him were piercing. Intelligent. Way too damn sharp for her own good. It caught him off guard, and he glanced down at her file to cover it up.

Your Beautiful Hell is a Deacon/Sole Survivor thing about soulmates who really, really don't want anything to do with all that fate bullshit. It's pretty early stages, but here's a snippet from the first chapter, their first 'meeting' through the telepathic link they share. It's not a happy scene.

TW: Deacon has PTSD-type flashbacks of his wife's death. There's mention of blood, a dead cat, and Barbara's corpse.

He closes his eyes and tries to ease the link open slowly. The overwhelming emotions from her side flood through, crashing over him. Deacon inhales deeply, letting the burn of the smoke seep through him, focuses on the feelings coming from her end of the link. Pain. Her knees where they hit hard ground, the burning on her arm, same place as his. She doesn't seem to be injured. Freezing cold. Fear, panic, confusion. A strange chemical smell. Frantic thoughts. Ohgodohgodohgod... Nate, Nate, fuck...Open, come on, open up for fuck's sake! Oh god, baby, what do I do? What do I do? You'd know, you always knew what to do. What would you do? Oh fuck, oh god, I have no idea. I — I promise, baby, I'll find him. I'll find Shaun. Oh god, I'm so sorry, baby. I can't stay here, I — The stream of consciousness comes to an abrupt halt, and he realizes she's just become aware of him. There's a moment of utter silence, and then another scream tears through the link, wordless grief and anguish and raw fury ripping through her and, by extension, him. It punches Deacon in the gut, forcing the air from his lungs, doubling him over. He sees flashes. Barbara, their little farm. Evening sunlight streaming in through the windows. Her blood pooling on the scrubbed wooden floor of their kitchen. The stray cat she'd taken in, its limp body sprawled next to hers. He struggles to draw a breath, choking on air like it's water. Her thoughts flood into his head, panicked and angry and drenched in loss and sorrow. No, I don't want this, I don't want another, I had mine already, goddamnit. I want him back, I want Nate back and our baby and — The rest dissolves into incoherent sobs and he feels her shove the link away hard. It makes him think of being pushed from the top of a skyscraper, the sensation of falling rapidly away from her and the simultaneous promise of impact as the ground rushes toward him. Deacon chokes down a ragged breath, tears streaming down his face, and collapses into the dirt. Barbara's blank, staring eyes are the last thing he sees before darkness takes him.

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript start.]

[The transcript begins from someone's shirt pocket, two sets of footsteps heard walking up to a door. The door is swung open but the name “Ruby” and a handprint drawn in blood can still be seen.]

?: God… Am I really ready to do this?

[Voice identified: Rose Elizabeth Henderson.]

[The woman walks close to the door but stops, seemingly freezing in place.]

?: Is something wrong?

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

R: I uh… Didn’t think it would be this hard to walk in here… Haven't been in this room since june.

E: Do you want me to go first?

R: Can we walk in at the same time?

E: Oh, yeah, of course.

[The two people walk into the room at the same time, a dark blood soaked room. The walls and desks are covered in incoherent writing that can barely be seen.]

R: Hm… Ok… Forgot how creepy this fucking room was.

E: Yeah… I guess I never really looked around when I fought Emi here.

[Rose chuckles, walking over to one of the walls. A light from the phone makes it possible to read the words “MY FAULT.” and “REMEMBER.” written in blood.]

R: Huh… Forgot about that too.

E: Jeez… how old is all of this?

R: This section was probably written like a month or two before I got out… I think?

E: Fuckin’ hell, should we… go somewhere where there’s less or…?

R: It's fine… It's uh, kinda topical on why I asked to come here to talk with you.

E: Oh, well… should we sit down, then?

[Rose turns around to face Edgar, who is smiling softly at her, his eyes look tired, but he manages to play it off well enough. His hand goes up to brush a bit of hair out of his face, accidentally touching the bandages on a spot on his forehead, he flinches slightly, but doesn’t look away.]

R: You can, I think I'm going to stand.

[Edgar nods, and sits down on the floor, crossing his legs.]

R: Sorry for doing this all forty-eight hours after you got unmasked, but [Between awkward laughing.] I think if I waited any longer to talk about it I might go insane.

E: I don’t mind, I needed something to help take my mind off of it.

R: First, the only thing I was waiting to tell you. I fought Nicholas like a bit before he died. He broke my rib, I kicked his balls in and attacked him with your crowbar until…

E: Until…?

R: He switched it on me and almost crushed my windpipe in…

E: Jesus– That sounds… fucking terrifying.

R: Yeah um… Now you might be asking yourself ‘Wait, how did you stop him? Did someone help you?’ Yes… But you might not like who.

E: … [Slowly.] Eden…?

R: No Cassius.

E: Oh. [Long pause.] Why?

R: Well… Uh I have two… Technically three theories, might be right or wrong. A. He hates Nicholas for killing him and trying to take over PR, more than he hates me. B. He realized that if Nicholas killed me Ness would have um… Broken into the mall which Ophelia really doesn't want to happen. Or C. Both.

E: Huh… I… hm. I don’t know him, so I couldn’t tell you.

R: Me neither, I got my PR not being heartless info from Mari Ness and Will.

E: Same here, honestly.

R: Oh, and um… Alexander is kinda the MVP of being nice to us here in the mall, he literally sacrificed himself for Mari when Ruby attacked them, and played Mario Party with Sparrow and Peony after… Y'know.

E: Ah.

R: ANYWAY! Getting off topic. Why I brought you here.

E: Right, right, yeah.

R: I… I think I'm finally ready…

[Edgar tilts his head to the side, raising one eyebrow.]

R: I'm ready to try and move on… Not let Showfall have any guilt or past traumas to hold over my head anymore.

E: Oh. That’s… that’s a very big step forward, Rose. I’m proud of you.

R: Yeah… I brought you here, to tell you the whole truth of what happened with both Ruby and… Emi… And also to make a promise or two.

E: Sounds like a plan. Thank you for trusting me enough to do this, Rose.

R: Well… You're my dad… You deserve to know.

[Edgar nods.]

R: Guess I'll start with the easy one… Because Emi is obviously still alive.

E: Alright, tell me whenever you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere.

R: Ok… Um January 4th 2006, I was trying to escape with Ruby… She had a knife, I had an old computer. We had gotten split up. I ended up… In a very dark part of the mall when an employee. Emi. Ran up to me in the dark trying to attack me… I hit her 13 times with the computer… I had blood on the heels of my shoes for months… I didn't even know…

[Rose begins silently crying. The camera still facing Edgar.]

[Edgar reaches a hand out and pats Rose on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.]

R: Thanks I um… God…

E: You’re fine, you didn’t know. You did what you had to.

R: Hm… I god… Why am I trying to drag this out…

E: It’s a tough subject. I do the same thing sometimes.

R: I have to talk about it eventually…

E: But that doesn’t make it any easier. Take all the time you need, Rose.

R: Here I have the perfect idea to try and make this a bit easier…

E: Hm?

[Rose throws a semi large bag into frame, clearly having taken it off her back. After a deep breath she reaches down and pulls a box out of the bag.]

E: What’s that?

R: The gift Ruby left in the vent hideout, still haven't opened it.

E: Oh, alright. You’re… going to open it here?

R: No time like the present right?

E: Haha, present. [Slight pause.] Yeah, sorry.

R: Ok… Here we go.

[Rose holds the present for roughly 5 seconds before sighing.]

R: Wait… Fuck.

E: Do you want some help?

R: Yes please, I kinda uh… Forgot.

[Edgar reaches forward to help Rose open the present.]

[Rose's whole torso moves to look inside the box, inside is a red sweater with Rose's on it, a VHS tape, a photo and on the bottom a red blanket.]

R: Oh…

E: That’s… huh. That’s very sweet.

R: It's uh… I think I recognize the blanket actually…

E: Oh?

R: Yeah it's um… The one I had when I was little…

E: Aw.

R: The sweater is um… Hm… It's too big.

E: Maybe we could… hm. Well, I’m not the best at sewing, at least with actual clothing, so…

R: Ruby told me… Give stuff to people in need so…

[Rose grabs the sweater and slowly hands it to Edgar.]

R: You need a sweater… And a change of clothes. Dried blood can't be good for your skin

E: I– are you sure? That’s a gift from your sister, I wouldn’t want to take that away from you.

R: It means more to me if I get to use it to help you… Ruby would've wanted me to help people in need.

E: [A long pause.] Alright. Thank you, Rose. Genuinely.

R: No problem, now um… Ok fuck… I can't ignore the elephant in the room.

E: Yeah, you ready to keep talking?

R: I think so… Ready to hear the whole story of mine and Ruby's fight?

E: Mhm.

R: [A long pause.] So a few months before I escaped… Ruby had um came back to the hideout covered in wounds from a fight, she was telling me everything was fine… It clearly wasn't… She had um… I only found out towards the end that… She overheard Mai talking about Sparrow, and how she ‘Didn’t know Ruby had a kid.’

E: Hm.

R: Yeah, she shoved me out of the way telling me not to worry about it… She told me some things are better left hidden, she got more mad and brought up our mom's affair… I stabbed her in the leg…

[Edgar’s eyebrows crease inward, then they raise slightly. He seems to have connected a few things.]

R: She walked off and I followed… Screaming at her, she told me… About Sparrow… Well at least that she ‘Had a kid.’... I pushed her for keeping shit from me…

[Edgar nods, encouraging Rose to keep going.]

R: [Between crying.] Three employees came running, Ruby pushed me behind a column and was dragged away… I watched as they took her from me, I did nothing… I watched as she begged for her life…

E: Rose, come here.

[Edgar holds his arms out, and the two hug.]

R: [Sobbing.] I watched her plead for her fucking life and did nothing… I… I…

E: I know, I know. Let it all out, Rose. I’m here.

[Rose continues sobbing, the camera obscured by Edgar's shirt.]

R: [Still sobbing.] I don't want to lose anyone… Ever ever again… Not here…

E: You won’t. I’ll make sure of it, you won’t lose anyone else.

R: That reminds me… The promises…

E: Hm?

R: First… I'm never letting you go anywhere by yourself again… I can't lo- Let anyone lose you again… And don't want to lose you again…

E: Woah– that’s… that may be a little extreme, yeah?

R: Edgar. I have lost you. SEVEN fucking times now, never again.

E: That’s… fair. But I don’t want you getting hurt somehow because of this.

R: I have three bullets in my fucking gun, realistically I only need two to get everyone out. Also, I roundhouse kicked the head of PR in the fucking head once.

E: It’s not fighting that I’m worried about, we’re both actually kinda good at that, it’s… running. I don’t know if you can keep up if we need to sprint.

R: Edgar. I'm fast. As fuck. We've been over this.

E: Speed and endurance, Rose. I can run for… well, hours if need be. I don’t know how well you can do with that.

R: I ran from this room to the window I escaped from in record time, and besides I have… Decent endurance, not great but good enough.

E: If we’re talking about speed with escaping, I carried you from Mai’s office all the way outside.

R: I… Probably could have ran. Also, didn't she literally say there was a window open?

E: Er… yeah. I just… didn’t want to leave without causing some damage.

R: Anyway… Second promise. I promise you, either both of us are getting out or neither of us are.

E: That’s… again, yeah, that’s a little fair. But… Hm.

R: I'm not leaving any more family behind.

E: … Alright.

R: Y'know even if you don't think you deserve escape, Which I can tell dude… Experience… You do deserve that.

E: How the fuck–

R: Edgar, I tried 37 fucking times before I got out… I have felt like I didn't deserve to escape more times than I can count.

E: Yeah, you’re… you’re right.

R: If you ever doubt that fact, remember something A… Woman much wiser than me said… Have to switch it a little bit though…

[Rose coughs.]

R: Despite everything… You're still my dad Edgar, NOTHING will ever change that.

E: I… Thank you.

R: Of course, ugh… Feels nice… Finally talking to someone about everything…

E: Yeah, it feels great to talk about shit like that, but it’s really easy to forget that. I would know a lot about that last bit.

R: Hm yeah… When we get back you should uh, probably talk to Mari about taking a break from planning for a day. They literally have not slept since you got back.

E: I’ll talk to them.

R: Yeah um… Also, S- [Long pause.] Sparrow needs to talk with you.

E: Thanks for letting me know.

R: Yeah, um… Do you just want to talk about stuff? I uh, have a game I really liked when I was a kid.

E: Hm… maybe, yeah. I don’t know. What’s the game you liked?

R: Super mario RPG for the super nintendo.

E: Huh, I’ve never heard of that.

R: IT'S REALLY FUN! LIKE REALLY REALLY FUN!

E: Oh? I’d love to play it sometime, then! Maybe we could do a playthrough together!

R: They made a remake on the console thingy Ness bought me… But I didn't get to play it before y'know…

[Rose's hand pops into frame to sarcastically point at the mall.]

R: THIS.

E: Haha, yeah… when we get out, we can play it together.

R: It'll be fun, maybe I can play half-life. I actually think Mari said something about buying it on my computer I think…

E: Wait, really?

R: Yeah! Something about it being free?

E: That’s awesome! I didn’t know that was a thing at all!

R: You can play it if you want? In all honesty you might have more luck getting my computer away from Sparrow then I do.

E: That would be great, actually.

R: Cool, I'll ask Peony about it when we get bac- ACTUALLY… That’s something I wanted to ask you about, do you trust Peony? I mean… I do, but after everything that happened?

E: I… trust them if Sparrow does.

R: Fair… I just… I'm glad the kid is happy.

E: Same here.

R: I… Hm nevermind…

[Rose sighs seemingly upset.]

E: What’s up?

R: Cassidy tried fighting against the mask on the island…

E: Oh.

R: I just… I want to help her… I know I can't but I want to.

E: We’ll figure something out.

R: I… Sparrow told Delilah, they didn't want to lose you like they lost Cassidy…

E: … Ah… Um.

R: Yeah… I just… I know what it's like to leave a sibling behind… I don't want Sparrow to go through that even if they aren't siblings by blood.

E: Mhm…

R: On a happier note, Ness bought you something for when you get out, she bought it around the time Will found you in the tunnels I think…

E: Really? What?

R: Got you new head rests for the car, and also a bunch of doctor pepper.

E: Aw, that’s nice of her.

R: Yeah… Hm…

E: I… huh.

R: What’s up?

E: Is it really that simple? Just… ask someone to talk and then… do that?

R: I mean, yeah… Sometimes. Why do you ask?

E: I guess I just never realized that.

R: Took me a while to figure it out… I uh, did you wanna talk?

E: … maybe later.

R: Ok… Hm… Ugh.

[Rose can be heard headbutting the metal desk, seemingly out of annoyance.]

E: Hey, let’s not do that, alright? You’re going to hurt yourself.

R: She's under that mask dad… Cassidy is still there, and there is nothing any of us can do… Makes me feel useless…

E: [A sigh.] I get that. We’ll figure it out. I promise we’ll help her.

R: I… We have to figure something out… please…

E: We will.

R: Ok… I uh… Sorry… For getting you caught up in the middle of my stuff with Emi…

E: Don’t apologize, Rose. It’s fine. I’d rather be caught up in this than not be, because this way, I can help you.

R: [Muffled.] You're the best dad an idiot like me could've asked for.

E: Hey, you’re not an idiot. Don’t say that about yourself. You’re smarter than a lot of people I’ve met. Negative self talk is not going to fly anymore.

R: I got my arm ripped off thinking my sister was still alive… A smart person wouldn't do that.

E: Yes, but a grieving person would. You weren’t in a good state of mind. You’re okay, Rose. You’re not dumb, you’re not a screw-up. You’re my fucking daughter, and I wouldn’t want anyone else but you to have that spot.

R: I…

[Rose can be heard beginning to cry once again, the tears seemingly not going to stop for a while.]

R: [Crying, this lasts for the rest of the transcript.] Thank you… Thank you dad…

E: It’s no problem, if you ever need that reminder again, I’ll be right here.

R: Yeah I uh… Fucking hell…

E: Hold on. [A pause.] Oh, you’re kidding.

R: W- What?

E: Transcript light.

R: GOD DAMNIT, END TRANSCRIPT.

[Transcript ended.]

[whentommymetalfie]

Sorry, I somehow couldn't paste my message in the comment section of the chapter, so you get another dm. 😄

A new chapter and such a long one! Thanks a lot for this!!! And again, I was sucked into the story from start to finish. Another great, albeit heartbreaking, segment of your story. What I forgot to mention last time is that I admire your style of writing. At first I was a bit irritated by the passages of Tommy's troubled/anxious/muddled thoughts and wondered where all of a sudden the upper and lower capital letters, let alone periods and commas, had disappeared to. But to write his state of mind in this way is a great idea and very well done! I still love how you take the time to describe the recovery process (he'll recover, right?!!!) and keep it realistic - with ups and downs. The new low is really heartbreaking and I suffered a lot as a reader. But then again, that only seems logical. I was watching „The Fall“ the other day (I’m a bit late to the party, I know) and they were talking about strangulation and the probability of wetting yourself during the process. So if Tommy is dreaming about it that intensely, it only seems logical that this symptom would appear. In this sense, once again great attention to detail. I look forward to reading how it goes on and wish you time and a visit from your muse for the next chapter. All the best to Sweden! ❤️

Thank you for this wonderful message ❤️ a long comment is always the best gift to a writer

To begin with I was hesitant to go all out with throwing all writing rules out the window in Tommy's segments, but then I decided that if I didn't do it in a fanfic, when was I supposed to do it? I believe in being self indulgent. So I'm thrilled that it grew on you. My aim has been to make the reader almost as confused as Tommy when he's at his worst, by making some parts virtually incoherent. When his state of mind is a bit clearer, so is the writing. And he's almost always wavering between the two states, and he'll still have moments of that confused state even when he's doing a bit better , so it can sort of ebb and flow within a chapter. At least that's been my thought process and goal.

Oh that's interesting, I didn't know that (Also I'm even later to the party because I haven't even watched The Fall). I included it as another symptom of PTSD and trauma, but it also makes sense to see it this way.

Thank you again for taking the time to write this message ❤️ It made my day. I'm working on the next chapter right now, and it should be out in a few days!

[masterjedilenawrites]

I'm sorry for spamming you on all channels, I'm just so happy and emotional and GGAGAHHFHDJDJSKFKFJSKLL because of the absolutely amazing work you put in - based on my silly thoughts. Like, hands down, this is the biggest compliment a nerd can get and you can be sure that I'm treasuring it all in my heart.

You know, when I first saw all these, I didn't realize that I OF ALL PEOPLE was the inspiration for them, I just thought "woah, Lena's sure writing a lot today, how cool, I'll check that out when I get home from work"... and then I also had to buy groceries, my business trip tickets and do my foreign language courses... and then I forgot about it until going to bed, but GUESS WHO'S NOT GOING TO SLEEP NOW, but instead will read.

I'm just incoherently rambling at this point, so what I'm trying to get across is the following:

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- a very emotional (but in the best of ways) Rosa

Hehehe 🤭 I simply couldn’t help myself. You had me picturing Jesse crying from a hug and Cody and Boss talking shit in a diner… What else was I supposed to do?!?

But also I’d been wanting to do something special for May the Fourth… And so it all just lined up. 💕 Thank you again for sharing your thoughts, and of course for being such a big supporter of my work, it really does mean the world to me 🥲 Love having fellow nerds to share with lol

[hunting-season]

Heya, it's the anon who requested this! I'm sorry that I didn't notice that you only write for platonic/familiar request :,)

Also I'm fine with you writing the best friend reader like you suggested :D

it's okay! dw abt it :) twas simple enough to turn your prompt around from a romantic one to a platonic one!! changed it a bit more cause im feeling a comedy mood and experimental style agn...maybe I'll just call it dorm leader style lol

Best Friend!Reader walks in on the Dorm Leader changing

mentions of underwear, semi-nakedness, and light body issues

Your best friend is anticipating your arrival. It's just a study session, but it's been too long since they've been able to hang out with you! Being dorm leader is unfortunately a busy job, either because of (unofficial) vice leaders unexpectedly dropping more work onto them, or general dorm activities and issues that desperately needed attention. Which is to say, your overworked best friend completely forgot about your lack of knocking...

Riddle almost screamed when you opened the door. He was just in the middle of pulling up his skirts! He's yelling and sputtering as he hastily pulls his dorm uniform on right around him. Stop staring! It's going to be off with your head if you don't! Yes his underpants are hedgehog-print, don't laugh!

Leona really couldn't care, he smelled you just before you kicked open his door. It was just his shirt off anyway, he has his pants on. Stop calling them assless chaps, by the way. He literally shows off more skin during Savanaclaw practices. Oi, stop poking his muscles, you see them all the time.

Azul does scream when you open the door. Don't look at him! Yes you know of his stretch marks, but now they're on full display and Azul doesn't want that! He's quick to pull down his shirt over his head, frazzled and wide-eyed. Just tell him you didn't see anything and assure him you didn't. If you're feeling a little teasing, poke his sides! But do console him. Even if he trusts you, he's still sensitive.

Kalim jumps but is excited you're here! Great Seven, it's been so long!! There's a party later tonight for you, and Kalim's been so excited! Are you? He gives you a hug while pantless. Joke that it looks like he's getting ready to sleep and he'll laugh. He missed you so much!

Vil is surprised but only raises an eyebrow at the intrusion. It's just you, after all. If you stare for a bit, he'll tease you about it. You likely caught him while he was deciding between outfits, so he'll ask for your opinion on things! The study session gets delayed for a small fashion runway gag.

If he could, Idia would definitely be clinging onto the ceiling like a cartoon cat. You scared him! Rare moment of seeing him without a hoodie on. Idia is mumbling incoherently about how barging into places is a common trope in animanga arcs that hinge on miscommunication; it's his method of staying calm. Crack jokes about the trope while passing him his hoodie and Idia will forget you practically saw him naked (he was still wearing a shirt; you saw So Much of his arms).

Malleus hears Sebek's screams before the door groaning open. He's pleasantly surprised to see you! It's been so long, best friend; have you been well? What are you-- Yes, his underwear does have GaoGao Dragon-kun's visage printed on it. Lilia got it for him. (Sebek is still screaming as you two talk [Malleus puts on his pants at the same time].)

[atsullia]

Hi Hi Susu! I've came back with another request if you don't mind :))

In honor of Sakusa and Komori's new official arts, could I have a small scenario where reader is a trans boy and a member of itachiyama's VBC. At some point during one of the practices, the reader's period's cramps is hella painful and makes them weak during practice but he isn't out yet (the only one who knows is the coach). How do you think the boys would react to the reader collapsing due to pain, principally Sakusa, who likes him :)) (sometimes I have really painful cramps, that are like small shocks and its sad-)

Hope this isn't too much! Have a great night/day!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓!

Pairing(s) : Itachiyama x trans!malereader (Sakusa x trans!malereader

Warning(s) :

Author Note : I always enjoy writing your requests! :D

It was just a normal day in the volleyball club, the coach decided to make the team practice by making them play against each other in a match.

The second set seemed like it would never end because each team kept getting a point and losing a point every time making it neck and neck. It was quite unfortunate for Y/N since he felt like dying from his period cramps.

Every time Y/N tries to do something a shock of pain will go throughout his body. He wanted so badly to tell the coach that he didn't feel good but maybe! Maybe!! If he stays a little longer the set will end.

Oh but it didn't go how he wanted. He felt like he was going to faint or collapse at any time. Y/ N was in the back row looking at the ball to prepare to receive. But he felt like he couldn't move his body, and his head felt light headed.

He was about to faint and drop to the ground but something unfortunate happened. The setter in the other team yelled to Sakusa to spike the ball and when Y/N was about to faint he got hit on his head by Sakusa spike. It was also a perfectly good headshot tho but ouch.

Everybody in the gym went to Y/N unconscious body and one of the members shook Y/N to make sure he wasn't playing dead. "Damn Sakusa, you really killed him for sure!" A player yelled in a concerned way, but the captain checked Y/N pulse to be sure he wasn't 'dead dead'.

"He still has a pulse," Iizuna, the captain of the team confirmed, "Someone should bring him to the nurse office in case something bad happens again." The coach nodded and asked Komori to help the assistant coach to bring Y/N to the nurse's office.

Sakusa watched as Komori carried Y/N's body following the assistant coach to the nurse's office. He was getting a bit overwhelmed and started to get worried about Y/N. He hit him! He hit his crush on his head when Y/N was on the verge of fainting. All he could think about is if Y/N is all right he couldn't think straight in the practice match right now.

After a while the practice match finally finished, all the players were relieved that they finally could rest after a long and hard practice. When they took their water bottle, Komori and the assistant coach came back but with no Y/N.

Sakusa sprinted toward Komori asking how Y/N and if he was okay or not.

"Y/N was doing fine I guess, but he did say his head hurt a bit and he will be resting in the nurse office for a while," Komori placed his hand on Sakusa shoulder, "aww is the Sakusa Kiyoomi really that worried about L/N kun?"

Sakusa tsked and pushed Komori hand away from his shoulder, muttering something incoherent.

Y/N was resting comfortably on the bed in the nurse office, the nurse gave him an over the counter pain reliever a while ago. He went off the bed since he felt a little better than before, and the nurse said he is good to go. He thanked the nurse first and went out of the nurse office to see Sakusa waiting.

"Oh Sakusa san- I didn't expect you to wait for me," Y/N looked at Sakusa seeing how his posture was stiff and he was fidgeting his hands. "Uh..you okay?-” “I'm Sorry," Sakusa muttered out, oh yeah Y/N forgot that Sakusa did hit him in the head with the ball when he spiked it.

"It's fine Sakusa kun- I was going to faint anyway," Y/N said as if it's not a big deal, but when he was on the court he was in a big amount of pain. "Are you sure you're fine?"

Y/N nodded and gave Sakusa an okay hand sign.

"Maybe I can do something for you?"

Y/N looked at Sakusa with a confused expression but when Sakusa told him what he was gonna do. He asked if Y/N was so tired that he could sit on his shoulder and walk to Y/N house.

Sakusa already had a Y/N bag, he told the coach that he would get Y/N stuff and bag.

And now this is how Y/N got in this situation, sitting on Sakusa's shoulder in the dark. It was an awkward silence but Sakusa decided to start up a conversation.

"Hey, if you feel any pain in practice again please tell the coach," Sakusa's voice was soft he doesn't sound annoyed nor disappointed. It was nice that Sakusa actually cared about him, "yeah sorry I just thought I could endure the pain for longer but I was wrong," Y/N admitted.

When they arrived at Y/N house, he got off Sakusa's shoulder and took his bag from Sakusa.

"Thank you Sakusa kun," Y/N thanked Sakusa, "see you tomorrow!" Y/N was about to walk to the front door of his house when Sakusa caught his attention.

"Uh L/N- do you wanna walk to school together tomorrow?" Sakusa faced the Y/N direction waiting for him to give an answer.

"I would like that," Y/N answered, he waved goodbye to Sakusa and unlocked his front door and went inside.

Sakusa made sure Y/N was inside before he did a mini celebration.

 

✦ 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓 :

"Ne Komori, do you think something strange is going on with Sakusa?" Iizuna whispers to Komori making sure Sakusa doesn't hear him.

Komori looked at Sakusa, "honestly he looks happier than usual," Komori replied, he doesn't know if he should be scared or happy to see him like this.

"Yoo!! Sakusa! There is a new cafe that just opened. Do you wanna go there on the weekend?" Y/N and Sakusa started hanging out more and for some reason Sakusa really liked Y/N presence, "yeah sure maybe around 2 o'clock," Sakusa replied.

Y/N really enjoy Sakusa company, he something would be too straightforward but that something what Y/N find quite funny. Maybe..maybe one day he could come out to somebody, not now of course maybe after he get some courage.

[butterfluffy]

“starry eyes”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· kid knows that he isn't the type to fall so easily, yet he still did, all because of those damned starry eyes..

⠀⠀➧ fluff | eustass kid × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: i realized that i haven't written for my husband yet so yeah, here's one of boa's competitor for the 1st place of big tits in the one piece verse. 🤪

   It's annoying. Kid is annoyed of it, very much. He hates how you ask him questions here and there out of curiosity. And no, no, it's not what you think. He's fine with the questions, but what annoys him is that you ask him your inquiries with those damned starry eyes.

It's filled with excitement every time and he doesn't think his heart can handle that precious, innocent look you give him.

He is falling in love with you because of them, and he knows it. Yet he just can't accept the fact that he fell in love so easily.

“Damn it! Where's my goggles at!?” Kid growls, looking around his workplace for his goggles. Wanting to start his project already..

And upon hearing his shout, you stood up from the corner you're sitting at when you were observing the red haired male, letting a chuckle out of your mouth as you approached Kid. “Capt, you dummy, it's hanging around your neck!”

“It's right here, see?” Standing in front of him, you then took his goggles, placing them back up to his face that slightly reddened like his hair from embarrassment.

“..Oh, yeah, I forgot it was there for a moment.” Speaking with an unusual low tone, Kid scratched the back of his neck and sat back on his chair. Taking various metallic scraps and junks and piecing them together..

“Hey Kid~ What are you gonna make?” You asked as Kid instinctively looked up to your figure, eyes landing on your starry ones.

Well fuck. Kid says to himself, feeling an electric current run through his system, causing him to jolt, not being able to speak clearly, only stammering an answer out of nervousness.

“I.. Uh, It's a—shit, uhm, I.. I don't know yet..!!?”

Raising your brows by his answer, you then busted into laughter. “WHY THE HELL YOU LAUGHIN'!?”

“Hahaha! Sorry, Kid. I just think it's so unusual for you to be stammering and blushing like that..!” You answered, snickering as Kid's blush grew redder by each second.

“It's cute though! Pretty unexpected for such a tough man like you, still, I like this side of yours.” You continued as Kid's mouth fell agape. A shocked, yet flustered look seen on his face.

“H-HAH!!? WHO ARE YA CALLIN' CUTE!?? YOU'RE THE FUCKIN' CUTE ONE HERE, NOT ME!” Kid exclaims all of a sudden, catching you off guard.

“What?”

Having silence take over the room, Kid snapped his head away from your direction, embarrassed as ever.

“Captain, did you just say that I'm... Cute~?” You cooed, tilting your head to the side as your starry eyes stared at Kid's that kept avoiding them.

“Kid..~! Am I cute? Hey, answer me, capt!” Asking him your question, Kid gave no answer, gritting his teeth out of frustration that he had a slip of a tongue moment.

“Kid, Eustass Kid! Captain! Do you really think I'm cute..? Heyyy~” Poking the man's pale skin, you huffed, sitting on the floor beside him, waiting for an answer that was never given.

“Kid,” You called, a heavy sigh leaving your lips, finally catching Kid's attention. “Was that a joke? Am I not cute for you?”

Asking your questions with puppy eyes and a pout, Kid hitched a breath, frowning as he clicked his tongue, “Tsk.. No, it's—it's true, yeah, you're cute. Happy now?”

“Yeah! I'm more than happy knowing that. Anyway...” Trailing your words, you hummed, staring at Kid who tried his best to not break eye contact.

“...Do you like me..~!?”

Dropping the question like a bomb, Kid exploded into a blushing mess. Incoherent words coming out of his mouth as he played your question back to the way the eyes that made him fall for you slowly fluttered as you spoke in such an excited tone.

He can't handle it anymore, he feels like his heart is going to explode if he keeps bottling his feelings for you up, so it leaves him no choice but to confess..

“..Ugh! Damn you, Y/n! Yes, yes I fucking like you, I fell for you because of that shitty eyes that gets me lost in space if I stare for too long!”

Admitting it all, you were then left speechless as a blush as red as Kid's hair spread on your face like a wildfire all the way to your ears and neck.

“..T...That—I wow, that's.. Unexpected? I... I thought you'd curse me out and say no but... Here you are, confessing to me.”

Breathing out with his nose, Kid held both of your wrist before leaning his close, red lips kissing yours then embracing you tightly.

“Yeah, I am. I confess that I love you, and no, I won't take your rejection.” Burying his face on your neck, Kid squeezed your hands gently as you sighed in awe.

“Don't worry, Kid. I'm not rejecting you, because y'know, I love you too..”

Hearing this, the corner of Kid's painted lips tugged upwards to a smirk, “Good, you better not regret this 'cause I'm not lettin' you go.”

© butterfluffy 2022

[missmorosis]

finding their s/o asleep

-> feat. bokuto and oikawa

genre: fluff!

word count: 650~

A/N: BYE I WAS JUST COMPLAINING TO NOELLE ABOUT HOW TIRED I WAS SO NOW I WRITE THIS TO KEEP MYSELF AWAKE- also this is unedited SORRYHDJD

would go to sleep with you!!

"Y/NNNNN!" Bokuto cheered before opening the door. He tossed the snacks he had brought onto the carpeted floor, and opened his arms for a hug, thinking you would come running towards him. He was eager to see you again, especially since he had spent the entire day without you.

Oh shoot, you were asleep. His arms fell back down to his sides, disappointed that he wouldn't be able to talk to you. This disappointment quickly morphed into happiness at how cute you were.

Bokuto couldn't help but smile at the sight of you snuggled up on the couch, your arm hanging around lazily. Your lips were parted slightly, and he had to resist the urge to give you a kiss right then and there.

From the looks of it, you were waiting for him to come back from practice, but failed to stay awake, which was something that happened often. He didn't blame you though: it was always late when he came home, and even though he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, he knew you would be tired.

A solution... he could just join in on your sleep!

Excitedly bringing over your blankets from your bedroom, he made sure there was more than enough fluffy pillows for the both of you before sneaking in next to you. He tried to be as silent and still as possible so he wouldn't wake you up.

The couch definitely wasn't big enough to hold both of you, so half of his body hung off the edge. He didn't mind, though. He slipped his arm under your head and smiled at how cute you looked. He fell asleep to the sound of your steady breaths.

You woke up on the couch, confused why you were on the couch rather than your bed. You turned to get up, but almost tripped at the sight of Bokuto sleeping on the floor beneath you, mumbling something in his sleep.

His mutters sounded suspiciously like "I love you, Y/N," and you laughed. He unconsciously gravitated towards you and your touch, and you smiled at the thought.

"I love you too, Kou."

accidentally would wake you up while taking pictures of you JAJAJ

Oikawa's keys jingled as they unlocked your front door. He was coming home after a long, exhausting volleyball practice, and all he wanted to do was jump into your arms as he talked about his day.

"Baby, I'm home!" he sang, waiting for your smile to greet him.

No response.

"Hello?" He threw his keys onto the counter closest to him, kicked off his shoes, and went to go look for where you were.

Slowly peeking into your shared bedroom as he flicked the light on, he smiled when he spotted you, fast asleep on your desk. You were laying your head on your forearm, and your hair was flowing freely around you.

Quickly turning the light back off so you would continue to sleep, he tiptoed his way over to you. It seemed you were still doing some assignments from school, with your laptop still running and your papers messily scattered across your desk.

"We can't have you sleeping on something other than a bed..." he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. The position you were in couldn't be comfortable.

Moving slow as to not wake you, he quietly lifted you up bridal-style from your chair, and moved you to your bed. He pulled the covers over you and smiled. Wow, you were adorable.

He really couldn't resist snapping a quick picture of your relaxed, carefree-looking face. He pulled out his phone and opened up the camera.

Clicking on the button to take a picture, he cursed when it activated the flash due to how dark it was in the room. He should have turned it off of automatic, but he totally forgot.

Even worse: the flash was aimed at your eyes, because he had been taking a picture of your face. The bright light caused you to stir awake, mumbling something incoherently in frustration.

"Too..ru?"

"Shh, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," he said, and you sighed.

"G'night, then." You pulled the blanket higher so it would go up to your chin, and Oikawa kissed your forehead gingerly.

"Good night, Y/N."

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[tchaiklatte]

Please do gush about the show!!! I wasn't able to go, so I would love to know what went on or what they did! It sounds like an awesome experience :D

it was really really awesome!! so sorry to hear that you couldn't go 🥺 tbh i'm sure recordings will pop up soon all over the internet!

i made a moment with all my twitter ramblings while i was watching the shows, if you want, but it's pretty incoherent so idk 😅

the best i can do is summarise the plot? maybe? (a lot of opinions will probably still blend in tho lol)

so. SPOILER WARNING FOR THE VIRTUAL TOUR UNDER THE BREAKLINE!!! ALSO IT IS SO FREAKING LONG I'M SORRY!!!!

basically, classical music mysteriously disappears from the world and everyone now has to dance sacrilegiously and play pop with autotune.

brett and eddy are enlisted by hilary (eddy in a wig lol) to save classical music. in order to do so, they must go back in time and collect four music stones: the baroque stone, the classical stone, the romantic stone and the 20th century stone. the way to travel is to drink a magical bubble tea and turn back the hands of the 40hr clock, but hilary has only 5 of these bubble teas so they must travel separately. also, the only way to come back is with the stones, if they don’t collect them they’re stuck in the past. brett takes baroque and romantic, eddy takes classical and 20th century.

in the baroque era, brett meets bach (eddy) in jail. they perform together ave maria (bach play prelude on the piano, brett adds gounod’s ave maria on violin) bach writes a fugue a brett performs it. that earns brett the first stone.

in the classical era, eddy meets mozart (brett). eddy tries to steal the stone from mozart’s pocket while he’s performing by pretending he’s a lamp. mozart makes a deal with eddy that he can have the stone if he pretends to be mozart and performs violin concerto n.5 in his stead (bc he wants to go on a date instead). eddy does (1st movement abridged+cadenza) and earns the second stone.

in the romantic era, brett meets tchaikovsky. tchaik initially believes brett to be a compositional student and gives him his “melodie” to perform. while brett is playing, tchaikovsky blatantly falls in love with him. tchaik asks brett to help him write a violin concerto. brett and tchaik spend some time together, writing the concerto, waltzing, having fun, falling in love then they perform the 2nd movement on one violin (brett left hand, eddy bow). (this whole scene is just too *chef’s kiss* not to include the dialogue) both of them look stunned when it ends. tchaikovsky tears himself away from brett t: no! this can't be, we musn't! b: what do you mean? t: it is forbidden. if word was to get out, our reputation would be tarnished! b: oh i forgot we're in the 19th century.....see, where i'm from, we believe everyone deserves and equal opportunity at love t: what a wonderful thing to hear. but still i must go! take this romantic stone and remember me by it, forever. b: i forgot about the stone...

in the 20th century, eddy meets shostakovich. together they perform shosty’s duet. shosty is very down and afraid due to the censorship but eddy reassures him that in the future they love all his music, not just the forcefully happy and propaganda music that he’s forced to publish. shosty is touched and asks eddy to perform the cadenza of his violin concerto, so he can at least hear it once. eddy earns the last stone.

they come back to the present and eddy gathers all the stones near a big red button and presses it to restore classical music.

but. nothing seemingly happens.

brett tries to play but it’s still the same.

eddy cackles villain-style. “all according to my plan!”

eddy explains how he was tired of practicing so much and never be good enough so he pretended to be hilary and tricked brett into helping him get the stones to DESTROY CLASSICAL MUSIC.

brett is disappointed and hurt, he takes the last bubble tea and runs away to the past where classical music is still alive. initially he has fun but soon he misses eddy and he feels lost.

right then, he meets beethoven. beethoven encourages him by telling him his story of depression and how he found his purpose in life and by asking brett what is his purpose. b: to make classical music more relevant for future generations beethoven: then why are you in the past? so brett realizes he never should have left eddy when he needed brett the most, and that he wants to go back. to celebrate this revelation, brett and beethoven perform an arrangement for 2 violins of the 7th symphony.

meanwhile in 2021, eddy has become...basically a copy of henry lau. but he’s unsatisfied, misses classical music (and brett).

eddy realizes that they still have a chance to restore classical music bc there’s still the most powerful of the stones, the ling ling stone! he calls brett with his,, magic,, time-ravelling,, phonecall and tells him to go to italy, to get the stone from paganini!

brett runs to lucca and challenges paganini to a duel. they perform an arrangement of Pag24 for two violins and brett wins!

brett comes back and is reunited with eddy, they restore classical music and start again on their journey as twoset.

(and then there’s a cliffhanger ending alksf unsure what it really means tbh!!) (eddy is sitting on an armchair, looking depressed. he’s dressed in a suit, the same one he wore when he played tchaik but i can’t be sure if he’s supposed to be tchaik or himself) (he’s looking down so he can’t see, but in the mirror next to him there’s an image of brett, trying to get his attention) (the screen goes to black and “2022″ appears) (aklfjsdh WHAT DOES IT MEAN)

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

A/n: okay so, I am in my feels HEAVY rn so while its a million degrees in my house rn I'm going to finish this fic I wrote over 8 months ago, ik I'm a psycho im really sorry. Also prob gonna be a third and final part as originally planned so lemme know what you think!

You heard movement from behind you as you stared into ponys green eyes. Looking back, your met with icicles for blue eyes as darry is awake now. Hidden beneath the surface, his face shows confusion, pain and overall, sorrow.

Due to the breathing tube down darrys throat, all he can do is let out an incoherent groan as he moves. Sodapop understands the tension in the room, calling for a doctor to let darry speak. Upon the nurses entrance, you are moved away from darrys side, who somehow, whitout your knowledge, latched his hand onto yours.

Moving away from the bed requires the connection to be lost, and as you turn back to soda, your tears crash over your waterline, causing a group hug to begin between you, soda and ponyboy. You feel tears on your shoulder and know that your not the only one who's eyes are wet.

Once the doctor has returned from darrys room, soda bombards him with questions.

"Is he okay doc? What happened to him? Can we see him?" The entire conversation is a blur in your ears, until one phrase catches your attention.

"Darryl is awake, and you may see him if you wish." Both brothers look to you.

"Go, you should see him first." They both nod and make a b line for his room. You take in a deep breathe, trying to get your thoughts of the past hour in order.

You were in Tims bed, then soda called you. You left tim and drove to the hospital- or, did you run? You got into the hospital and talked to soda and pony, who took you to darrys room. When you got into darrys room, they said he was in a coma. Then, oh.

Then you said you loved the man you had spent the last eight months trying to forget with alcohol and sex. Then even worse, he woke up.

Looking at a clock in the waiting room, you saw the time read 4:46am. You were with Tim last night, then you left without him knowing. You had to tell him what happened, or do you? Are you still with Tim, or are you back with darry? Did darry even hear you? Does darry still feel the same way? Did he ever at all?

"Y/n? Y/n? Hello, y/n," a hand placed on to top of yours brings you back into reality.

"What, sorry, whats happening?" It was ponyboy, coming from darrys room, to check on you.

"Darry asked if you were here and if you wanted to see him." Ok, breathe, it'll be okay, you told yourself.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you respond, "okay, wheres soda?" Pony can sense your hesitation.

"He's in the room, you don't have to see him if you don't want to, it'll be fine either way." You smile at him, what a sweetheart.

"No, i- i do want to, see him." You say hesitantly. Standing up and looking at darrys room, your nerves nearly get the best of you, not until pony stands and walks you to the room.

"Hey, darry?" You hear his voice for the first time in months and silently curse yourself for everything. Oh god, this is it, you think.

Stepping into the door way, your eyes connect with soda, who has frozen in his place from helping darry sit up. He sees your worry and looks to darry, who has got his eyes solely on you. You mentally curse yourself, you shouldn't be this scared to look at someone.

Finally, after burning a hole in sodas cheek with your eyes, you look at darry, the tension in the room is thick. The look he's giving you is enough to almost bring tears to your eyes.

Thankfully, soda realizes the tension and clears his throat, urging pony to follow him back into the waiting room. As pony and soda pass the rooms threshold, you look to your feet, feeling so much anxiety about being alone with darry, you might have a heart attack.

"Y/n" he says after what felt like hours. His voice causes you to look into his piercing blue eyes, which instantly bring tears to your own.

"Darry, i-" you get cut off as tears fall over your cheeks. He then sits up further with a groan, to which you rush to his side in aid. Once your there helping him, you two realize how close you are, closer than you've been in a year. Somehow, you just can't look away from his eyes yet.

In an instant, your lips are upon one anothers, mixed with hot, salty tears and you silently fix many issues since the last interaction you had. Pulling away to breathe, you rest your forehead against his and close yours eyes.

"When soda called me, I thought I had lost you for good." You open your eyes to see darrys.

"You will never lose me, y/n, please don't leave me." You laughed to yourself, you had just asked the same from him.

As you sat there holding him, your phone went off, picking it up to see the time read 5:14am, with new text message. You pulled your arms away from darry and opened the message, subconsciously dragging your bottom lip between your rows of teeth.

Opening the message, you see a text from Tim reading, "where did you go, the bed is cold without you" oh. shit.

"Y/n? Whats wrong?" You look up from your phone seeing darry, worriedly looking at you.

"Uh, nothing, I just, I forgot about something I have today, but its early, it can wait. So, what happened to you?" You smile to yourself as darry pulls you against him, silently asking you to stay, which you know eventually, you'll have to decline.