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𓅨 The Endless’ Adventure with Animal Control: Chapter Three

The Endless’ Adventure with Animal Control: You are being courted by Morpheus, one of the seven Endless. Then you get stood up on your date, and find out the shocking reason why.

Warnings: Nudity.

To Note: Morpheus x Reader, Destiny = Russian Blue, Death = Sphinx, Dream = Mainecoon, Desire = Bombay, Despair = Exotic Shorthair, Delirium = Bengal.

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The sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. You glance at the clock and realize it's time to pick up some new toys for Delirium. Her boundless energy always needs an outlet, and you want to make sure she stays entertained.

After a quick trip to the pet store, you return with a bag full of colorful cat toys—feather wands, jingle balls, and plush mice. The moment you walk through the door, Delirium's eyes light up. Her fur seems to shimmer with excitement as she bounds over to you.

What did you bring? Her voice dances with curiosity.

"Just a few surprises," you say, setting the bag on the floor.

Delirium doesn't wait for an invitation. She dives into the bag, pulling out a feather wand first. With a gleeful yelp, she bats at it, her movements erratic and joyful. You grab the other end of the wand and wave it in the air. Delirium leaps and twirls, her agility mesmerizing.

Catch me if you can! she giggles, eyes wide with exhilaration.

You laugh, flicking the wand higher. "Think you can keep up?"

Her response is a blur of motion as she pounces, paws swiping at the feathers with surprising precision. You can't help but marvel at her energy. The room fills with her infectious laughter and your own chuckles as she finally captures the wand between her teeth.

Got it! she exclaims triumphantly.

Next, you pull out a jingle ball and roll it across the floor. Delirium's ears perk up at the sound, and she races after it, batting it around with enthusiastic paws. The ball skitters under a chair, but that doesn't deter her. She stretches out, pawing at it until it rolls free again.

Never give up, she mutters to herself before resuming her playful pursuit.

You sit back on your heels, watching her with fondness. Delirium's joy is infectious; it lifts your spirits just being near her. You toss another toy—a plush mouse—into the mix. She pounces on it instantly, tossing it into the air before catching it again.

The afternoon melts away in a haze of laughter and play. But you catch Morpheus brooding and moping off to the side, as if he was jealous of you spending your time playing with Delirium instead of him. Most likely. So you pick up a laser pointer and start flicking it around the room as you take a seat on your couch.

Morpheus saunters over, his movements graceful and deliberate. He eyes the laser pointer in your hand with a keen interest, tail flicking with anticipation, but then completely ignores it. Without hesitation, he jumps into your lap, his weight settling comfortably.

You can feel the subtle rumble of his purring, a low vibration that soothes and reassures. "Missed me?" you ask, giving him a gentle scratch behind the ears.

Always, he purrs, leaning into your touch.

You aim the laser pointer at the floor, creating a small red dot that darts across the room. Morpheus's eyes lock onto it, pupils dilating. He hesitates for a moment and you can feel his muscles straining. Then he is springing into action, leaping off your lap with surprising speed.

Delirium pauses her play to watch him chase the elusive dot. Her curiosity piqued, she joins in the chase. The two cats move in perfect synchrony, their bodies fluid and agile as they pounce and swipe at the tiny light.

The room is filled with their playful energy. You can hardly keep up with their rapid movements, but you try your best to keep the dot dancing just out of reach. Morpheus lets out an excited chirp as he nearly catches it, only for it to dart away at the last second.

You think you can outsmart me? he challenges.

"Not a chance," you reply with sarcasm, a grin plastered to your lips.

Delirium leaps over Morpheus in a graceful arc, trying to intercept the dot mid-air. She lands softly on her paws, missing by inches but unfazed by the near-miss. The two of them continue their spirited chase, working together yet competing for that elusive prize.

You find yourself laughing at their antics, feeling a lightness in your chest that only moments like these can bring. He was going to get so pissy with you after this but right now you were enjoying yourself far too much to stop.

You glance at the clock and realize it's almost dinner time. You reluctantly put the laser pointer down, and both Delirium and Morpheus halt their chase, turning their curious eyes towards you.

"Alright, you two. Time to eat," you announce, heading towards the kitchen.

Delirium trots after you, her tail held high with anticipation. Morpheus follows at a more measured pace, his regal demeanor intact despite the playful chase moments before.

As you open the cupboard to retrieve their food bowls, Delirium jumps onto the counter, her nose twitching as she sniffs the air. She gives you a playful nudge with her head. Hungry, she murmurs.

You open the cupboard and pull out six bowls, each one with a unique design representing one of the Endless. Why you had spent so much time selecting them was beyond your comprehension. Setting them on the counter, you fill Delirium’s bowl first. She nudges your hand, her whiskers brushing against your skin as she purrs loudly.

"Patience," you say, filling the bowl with her favorite fish mix. You place it on the floor, and she immediately digs in, her tail swishing contentedly.

Morpheus watches from his perch on the windowsill. You prepare his meal next, a special blend of turkey and rice that he loves. He saunters over, graceful as ever, and begins to eat with measured bites.

Next, you move to prepare Despair’s dinner. Her bowl is somber gray, matching her melancholic aura. You fill it with a hearty stew that you know she prefers on these colder nights. She appears quietly by your side, her presence heavy but not unwelcome.

"Here you go," you say softly, placing the bowl on the table where she often sits alone.

Desire's bowl is next—a shimmering gold with intricate designs. You fill it with a rich pate that matches their refined tastes. Desire slips in with a mischievous grin and a glint in their eye.

"Always the best for you," you remark, setting their bowl down with a flourish.

Finally, Destiny’s bowl—simple yet elegant. You prepare a meal that’s balanced and nourishing, just the way he likes it. He approaches quietly, his presence almost ethereal.

"Dinner is served," you announce as he takes his place at the head of the table.

With all six Endless fed and contented, you turn back to the kitchen to fix your own dinner. The scent of roasted chicken fills the air as you prepare a simple but satisfying meal for yourself. You glance back at the table where they all sit—each one absorbed in their own world yet connected by an invisible thread.

You set your plate down at the counter and take a moment to appreciate the scene before digging into your meal. You take a bite of your roasted chicken, savoring the rich flavor. The house hums with a comfortable quiet, broken only by the soft sounds of the Endless eating. Suddenly, a soft tapping at the window catches your attention.

You look up to see Matthew perched on the sill, his beady eyes peering through the glass. You rise from your seat and cross the room to let him in.

"Hey, Matthew," you greet him as you open the window. "What brings you here?"

"Just checking in," he caws, hopping onto your shoulder. "Thought you could use some company."

You smile at the raven's familiar voice. "Perfect timing," you say, closing the window behind him. "Dinner's just wrapping up."

Matthew looks around the room, his eyes taking in each of the Endless as they finish their meals. He flaps his wings and settles comfortably on your shoulder.

"How's everyone doing?" he asks, though his tone suggests he already knows.

"Same as always," you reply with a shrug. "Delirium’s playful, Morpheus is brooding, and Desire’s... well, being Desire."

Matthew lets out a soft chuckle. "Sounds about right."

You walk back to your plate and take another bite of chicken. Matthew shifts on your shoulder, his feathers brushing against your cheek.

"You've been busy," he observes.

"Always," you admit, a hint of weariness creeping into your voice.

"Well, take a break," Matthew suggests. "You've earned it."

You finish your dinner, enjoying the comfortable presence of Matthew on your shoulder. He shifts slightly, making himself more comfortable as you place your fork down. The raven's familiar weight is a reassuring reminder of the world beyond the walls of your home.

"How about some tea?" you suggest, moving towards the kitchen.

"Sounds good," Matthew replies, his beady eyes gleaming with interest.

You fill the kettle and set it on the stove. The hiss of boiling water soon fills the room, mingling with the soft hum of contentment from the Endless as they finish their meals. You pull down two mugs—one for yourself and a smaller one for Matthew, who always enjoys a sip or two. Which is weird because he's a bird now.

You pour the hot water into the mugs, the steam rising in gentle curls. Matthew shifts on your shoulder, his feathers rustling softly.

"Here you go," you say, handing him his smaller mug. He grips it with his talons and put's it in front of him before taking a sip.

"Thanks," he murmurs, savoring the warmth.

You settle back at the counter with your own mug, the aroma of chamomile soothing your senses. The room is calm, the earlier energy of play and dinner now a gentle hum. You and Matthew share a companionable silence, each lost in your own thoughts.

Matthew takes another sip before speaking again. "Lucienne's been asking about you," he says casually.

"Has she now?" you respond with a hint of curiosity. "Anything in particular?"

"Just making sure you're keeping up," he replies, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You know how she worries."

You nod, understanding Lucienne's ever-watchful nature. "I'll make sure to check in more often."

Matthew finishes his tea and sets the mug down gently. "Well, I should get going," he announces, flapping his wings slightly as he prepares to take off. "Lucienne will be waiting for my report."

"Take care, Matthew," you say warmly as he takes flight and heads towards the window.

He gives you a final nod before disappearing into the night sky. You close the window behind him, feeling a mix of gratitude and lingering solitude.

Turning back to the kitchen, you start cleaning up after dinner. The clink of dishes and running water fills the space as you methodically wash each bowl and utensil. Once everything is neatly put away, you head towards the bathroom for a well-deserved shower.

You step into the shower, the warm water cascading over your tired muscles, washing away the day's stress. Steam fills the small bathroom, creating a cocoon of warmth. You let out a sigh, feeling the tension melt from your shoulders. The scent of lavender soap mingles with the steam, soothing your senses further.

After a few moments of blissful relaxation, you turn off the water and step out, grabbing a fluffy towel from the rack. You wrap it around your body, feeling its comforting embrace as you dry off. The cool air outside the shower sends a slight shiver through you as you move to your bedroom.

Your room is dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. You walk over to your dresser, pulling out clean clothes for the night. As you let the towel drop to change, a prickle of awareness runs down your spine. You glance up and freeze.

Morpheus sits on the edge of your bed, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. His gaze is unflinching, his dark eyes capturing every detail of your bare skin.

"Uh... Morpheus?" Your voice comes out hesitant, uncertain how to break the charged silence. Morpheus, in his sleek cat form, remains on the edge of your bed, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your bare skin. You feel a heat rise to your cheeks, not just from the steam of the shower but from the intensity of his gaze.

You have a certain...radiance tonight, he purrs, his voice smooth and measured. It's almost as if you are a dream yourself.

You clutch the towel a bit tighter around you, feeling vulnerable yet strangely flattered. "Morpheus, this isn't really the time," you murmur, trying to muster some semblance of modesty.

He jumps gracefully from the bed to the dresser, closer now. Beauty is timeless, he continues, his eyes never leaving yours. And tonight, you shine with an ethereal light.

His words send a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cool air. There's something about his presence—both comforting and disconcerting—that makes your heart race. You reach for your clothes, feeling the need to cover up under his intense scrutiny.

As you slip on your shirt and pants, Morpheus remains silent but attentive, his tail flicking lazily as if he has all the time in the world. When you're finally dressed, you turn back to face him.

"Happy now?" you ask with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

Content, he replies simply, though there's a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes.

You can't help but chuckle at that. "You're impossible."

And yet, he says softly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. "True enough."

Morpheus leaps back onto the bed and curls up comfortably. His eyes half-close but still watch you with that same unwavering attention.

"Shall we call it a night?" you suggest, feeling both exhausted and oddly invigorated by the evening's events.

For now, he agrees, his voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.

You turn off the bedside lamp and crawl under the covers, feeling Morpheus's warm presence beside you. His purring fills the room as you close your eyes, letting the events of the day fade into a comfortable darkness.

You wake up slowly, the haze of sleep lifting as you become aware of a cool, solid presence next to you. As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself wrapped in the arms of Morpheus, who has reverted to his normal form. His skin is smooth and cool against yours, his breathing steady and calm.

Rather than feeling frazzled by the sight of him naked beside you, relief washes over you. He's back to normal, his familiar presence grounding you in a way that nothing else can.

You gently lift your head from his chest and look at him. His features are serene, a stark contrast to the intensity he often carries. His dark hair falls softly across his forehead, and you can't help but reach out to brush it away.

Leaning in, you press a soft kiss to his lips. It’s a gentle gesture, filled with gratitude and affection. Morpheus stirs slightly, his arms tightening around you as he wakes from his deep inner thoughts.

His eyes open slowly, meeting yours with a softness that takes your breath away. "You're awake," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with warmth.

"Yeah," you reply softly, still close enough that your breath mingles with his.

He studies your face for a moment before pulling you closer, burying his face in your hair. "Good morning," he whispers against your ear.

"Good morning," you respond, feeling the tension of the previous day melt away in his embrace.

For a moment, neither of you moves. You simply savor the quiet intimacy of the morning, wrapped in each other’s arms. The world outside can wait; right now, all that matters is this moment with Morpheus.

Finally, he pulls back slightly to look at you again. There's a question in his eyes, an unspoken need for reassurance.

"I'm glad you're here," you tell him sincerely.

He nods slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "As am I."

You shift slightly, adjusting to face Morpheus fully. "Are the others back to normal too?" you ask, concern lacing your voice.

He meets your gaze, his eyes a serene abyss. "Yes," he replies, his tone reassuring. "They have all returned to their realms."

A wave of relief washes over you. "Good," you murmur, your body relaxing into his embrace. "I was worried."

Morpheus’s lips curve into a gentle smile. "There is no need for worry," he says softly. "They are where they belong."

You nod, taking in the comfort of his words. The chaos of the past few days fades into a distant memory, replaced by the quiet stability of the present.

His fingers trace soothing patterns on your back, grounding you further. "You did well," he murmurs, a rare note of praise in his voice.

You feel a flush of pride at his words. "Thank you," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The simple gesture fills you with warmth and contentment. "Rest now," he advises gently. "You have earned it."

You nestle deeper into Morpheus's embrace, the warmth and steady rhythm of his breath lulling you into a sense of calm. "I agree," you murmur, letting your eyes flutter closed for a moment. The world feels safe here, cradled in his arms.

But then you remember the chaos of the past few days, and a small, determined spark ignites within you. "But just so we're clear," you say, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. "I am not coming to the rescue the next time you or the others turn into cats."

Morpheus raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Is that so?" His tone is teasing, but there's a hint of curiosity there too.

"Yes," you insist, your voice firm despite the comfortable intimacy of the moment. "Do you have any idea what it's like to walk into an animal shelter to retrieve six cats who all got lost? They already think I'm a crazy cat lady."

He chuckles softly, the sound low and rich. "I can imagine it must have been quite the sight."

"Quite the sight?" You shake your head, a mix of exasperation and amusement coloring your tone. "It was more than that. I had to explain why one of them had eyes that looked like they were made of stars and another had this constant shimmer in them. Not to mention Desire's... unique behavior."

Morpheus's lips twitch into a smile. "Yes, I can see how that might have raised some questions."

"Questions?" You huff, though there's no real anger behind it. "They wanted to call animal control! I had to convince them that these were just very special breeds."

He nods thoughtfully, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back. "Your dedication is commendable."

You roll your eyes playfully but feel a warmth at his words. "Well, don't expect me to go through that again. Next time you're on your own."

Morpheus's gaze softens, and he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "Understood," he murmurs against your skin.

You sigh contentedly, letting yourself relax once more in his arms. The room is quiet save for the soft hum of morning sounds outside the window.

You lean back into Morpheus's embrace, the warmth of his body seeping into your own. The quiet intimacy of the moment is almost enough to make you forget the absurdity of recent events.

Morpheus's fingers trace gentle circles on your back, a soothing rhythm that matches the steady rise and fall of his breath. "So, what do you plan to do today?" he asks, his voice a soft murmur in the morning stillness.

You ponder for a moment, considering the options. "I think I'll take it easy," you say finally. "Maybe read a book, enjoy some quiet time."

Morpheus nods approvingly. "A wise choice."

You shift slightly, adjusting to face him more fully. "But you also owe me a makeup date."

Morpheus's fingers still on your back, and his expression shifts from relaxed to serious. His eyes, usually so enigmatic, now hold a depth of emotion that takes you by surprise.

"I owe you more than a makeup date," he says, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic gravity. "I failed you."

You blink, taken aback by the intensity in his tone. "Morpheus, it's just a date. We can always reschedule."

"No," he interrupts gently but firmly. "It is not just a date. It was a promise, one that I did not keep."

You feel the weight of his words settle over you, and you realize how deeply he values his commitments to you. "Morpheus, you were dealing with something beyond our control," you argue softly. "Turning into cats and getting lost wasn't exactly in the plan."

He closes his eyes briefly, as if gathering his thoughts. When he opens them again, they are filled with determination. "Regardless of the circumstances, I should have found a way to honor my word to you."

You hold Morpheus’s gaze, seeing the sincerity etched in his features. The weight of his words hangs between you, thick and palpable.

"Morpheus," you say softly, reaching up to touch his face. Your fingers trace the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the cool smoothness of his skin. "You didn't fail me. We both faced something unexpected."

He closes his eyes at your touch, leaning into your hand as if seeking solace in your reassurance. "Still," he murmurs, "I wish to make it right."

You smile gently, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "Then let's make today about us," you suggest. "No interruptions, no obligations, no cats—just us."

His eyes open slowly, a spark of hope lighting them up. "That sounds perfect," he agrees, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

You nod, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "Good. Now, how about we start with breakfast?"

Morpheus’s smile widens slightly. "Breakfast it is," he concurs.

Date Published: 11/20/24

Last Edit: 11/20/24

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yanderepuck · 1 year ago

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The Pets Favorite Toy

Jupiter

He likes anything metal. Anything that will make a clinking sound when he hits it against something. Metal sounds the most pleasing...and happens to be the most annoying

Schelm

Mozart needs to keep him away from his violin bow because he loves to swing that around and ruin the strings on it. But he really loves bells. He has one on his perch and loves to ring it. Sometimes it seems like he's trying to make music with Mozart.

Lumiere

A simple string does the trick. But he has a little stuffed mouse that he carries around. He's always batting it around Leonardo's room and losing it and he cries until Leonardo moves things to be able to get it back out

Brush

Anything he can get his hands on. For a week he just carried around a spoon. He also has a thing for taking Comte's ties and hiding them under the couch.

King

The boy wants to play tug of war with anything. So if he has something in his mouth and you go to take it, he thinks you also want to play. Theo has had shirts rip from this. However he's giving me sick vibes. He just carried around one of Theo's socks when he's working for comfort

Vic

He has a ball he loves to play fetch with, but man does he love to dig in the garden. That has to be his favorite thing to do. He also wants to find the biggest stick and try to carry it.

Harry

Isaac made him a wheel to run on and that's all he does now. Those little legs go so fast. Nyoom. But he would also love digging through packaging peanuts. Putting some treats in there for him to find.

Cherie

String also works for her. But she goes crazy for feathers. So when the birds are shedding, Jean gathers their feathers and puts them on a string for her.

Bunta

Paper. He wants to rip up paper. He thinks it's so much fun to rip it up and put it in his nest. But he will play with anything he can get to. He tends to steal paintbrushes.

Puck

He has a little tunnel he runs in and out of, and is acting like he is hiding. He will sit in it and watch Will do his thing, thinking he is hidden and cannot be bothered from inside the tunnel.

Time

Comte's shoes. If he leaves his shoes out Time will chew on them. But he also loves playing with a ball, chasing it up and down the hallway. Sometimes treats will come out of the ball and.he gets super happy.

Lottie

She has a little kiddie pool and she begs Sebastian to fill it up. If there's no water in it she stands in it and baaas at him. She just wants to play in the lil pool

Marshmallow

Definitely a squeaky toy kind of gal. But also anything crinkly. If it makes noise she wants it. But if it's a squeaky she wants to rip it out and then play with the toy. They have no clue why. She just wants to rip something to shreds and take it's heart out

Mephie

Faust gives her a lot of little kid puzzles and she loves them. The ones where you have to fit the right shape through the right hole? She loves it. But she also has a little stuffed animal she carries around and she CRIES when Faust has to wash it.

Louis

Basically anything he's allowed to chew on. They give him teething toys and he sits there and chews. However. He also loves the red dot. And the fact that he can climb makes it even more fun for Charles.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp pets

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spacenintendogs · 1 year ago

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for your modern AU:

first off, I love it, inject it into my bloodstream please.

do the dragons like squeaky cat toys. Pls I need to know -

do they, like, randomly chew on stuff.

Are there any important things the riders need to hide from the dragons to prevent the above from happening?

KAJDKSJDJSJ thank u so much!!!!!!!

as for the cat toys!!! it depends on the dragon :)

toothless?? absolutely. hiccup doing that thing with his metal tools reflecting light & toothless chasing it?? absolutely. toothless is very Cat™️. he likes chasing small puff balls, hiccup gets one of those feather toys on a pole, squeaky mouse toys, etc. altho he'd much prefer to catch & eat actual mice... but yea he likes squeaky cat toys the most

deadly nadders like stormfly are more similar to parakeets/parrot like birds in stature! talking to her so she tries to mimic is smth she loves!!! BUT!! stormfly still loves playing fetch!! she also just likes games in general!!! hiding her toy so she finds it, etc!!! she likes little bells too. she also enjoys playing with astrid's braid when she sits on astrid's shoulder. she likes playing with string :) and she's a shredder.

monstrous nightmares like hookfang like to rough house like dogs & cats! pinning the horns down & stuff!! also a tugger!! play tug of war with him!! but like a cat he is a climber. think abt hookfang climbing the arena chains!!! he's like a bat sometimes!! likes scaring ppl!! also helps toothless chase mice. surprisingly tho he likes clinging to snotlout's back and front. also he's a shredder.

meatlug is the most like a dog!! she loves playing fetch (pls think abt her little tail wagging with her big ol eyes as she pants bc she's excited bc she wants the ball!! god my heart). she gets winded a little quicker due to being u know. a solid rock. but!! she loves cuddling!! a lap girlie for sure!!! also if anyone is a chewer, it's her. u gotta watch your shoes around her!!!!

barf and belch play with each other & enjoy chasing!! chase a ball, a stick, the twins, another dragon, etc!! they want to be chased too!! they are ambush predators so anything that'll activate that too!!!! putting your hand under a blanket and moving it quickly back and forth will get them to run & bat at it like a cat!! they also enjoy hopping between ruff & tuff's shoulders!!!

as for things that need to be hidden: shoes, any paper materials, any jackets, & fabric in general. sometimes the shirt they're wearing gets shredded bc the dragons felt like it. snotlout especially ends up with shredded t-shirts. the gang has to watch where they set their backpacks down!! also sometimes dangly shiney earrings will get a pounce or two at them!!!!

also probably don't have an actual cat or dog near the dragons until they're good & trained 😭

#httyd modern au #rose answers #sorushing #thank u!!!!!!#httyd #httyd headcanons #toothless #stormfly #hookfang #meatlug #barf and belch #dragons off the coast au

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padawanderer · 2 years ago

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- she was the softest softest cat on the PLANET, never felt softer fur on any other cat

- she had tufty beans and bunny feet

- she was so expressive with her sounds, especially sounds of dissatisfaction "whyyy" "nooo"

- she would jump up on my desk and puzzle table to get attention "DEEAAATH"

- she would run all over the house chasing mosquito hawks and flies. We used to joke that when we go away and have a sitter come, just have them release a couple flies inside the apartment every day to keep her busy

- her favorite moves were flop-and-roll and snacks-and-snuggles, and she REALLY loved the belly rubs and armpit scritches

- she was OBSESSED with the cowhide on the futon at the cabin and would roll around on it nonstop

- when she was little, she was also obsessed with Chim Chune's towel and would frequently pull it off the back of my chair to roll around on it and shove her face deep into it

- she always preferred ripping at toys once she got them in her paws, over batting at them

- after we put the carpet squares down, she seemed to really enjoy sitting on them as her special spot and using them as scratch pads

- Akiko Doubledaggerfang. Nuff said.

- whenever we were gone and she felt lonely, she would drag all of her rope toys into my closet, the braided rope and the rope with the blue bunny and the sushi wand

- sometimes she would bring the braided rope to bed in the middle of the night too

- she would expectantly look at Chim Chune for lap time and would jump up even if the blanket wasn't ready

- one time she was being super chatty and Chim Chune asked her who her favorite dictator was, and she immediately went silent "you're right Kiko! The best dictator is no dictator"

- since Chim Chune cooks mostly vegan, the sniffing and looks of growing excitement and then absolute begging whenever we cooked fish

- despite the anticipation of fish, her favorite treat was probably a dove breast that she dragged to a corner and then completely demolished, devouring the bones and all

- she had a huge fluffy raccoon tail and a wobbly belly but really wasn't overweight

- I became so attuned to the sound of her jingle jangle bell coming up the stairs. I'm worried I'll be hallucinating the sound for a terribly long time after.

- I loved watching her eat kibble, the way she would scoop kibble directly from the puzzle feeder to her mouth and keep pawing and spinning the wobble toy around and around

- she liked to be with us when we were eating, so she would either snack on the grass when it was on the windowsill, eat kibble, or watch us from her perch

- she would bust into the bathroom like a linebacker knocking down a door and immediately jump in the tub when we were done showering "this is a human conversation! No cats allowed" "MEOOWWW"

- when she first came home, she immediately established Akiko's Room and Akiko's Orange Chair

- she constantly wanted to bump noses before, during, and after naps

- every time she wanted to snuggle if I was in or on the bed, it was an immediate flop up against me and motorboat purring

- it made it kind of hard to shift around in our sleep or in the morning, but I wouldn't trade the warm bulk of her body for anything

- she went crazy for the Whidbey Island catnip mouse and the orange tassels wand...top tier toys

- she liked to sit in the pots with the jaboticaba when it was small and she was small, and then later in the kiwi pot when she was bigger

- speaking of plants, she would obsessively try to eat any and all spider plants within reach (lil druggie) and even nibbled at the freesia leaves, the latter probably out of curiosity

- she liked being held so that she could hang her arms over the crook of my arm and streeeeeeetch out

- in fact, her whole body liked to stretch, she was such a loooong cat when sleeping with her arms out, body elongated, back legs kicked up a bit

- she would lay on my neck in a half-strangle every morning for hours if I would let her

- she was still warm when I found her, and I held her against me until she passed. I hope she knew mommy was there to comfort her until she was gone.

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impulsivewcrewrite · 2 months ago

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Chapter 13: Thin Ice

The next few weeks, Rusty made sure to be a diligent warrior. He was never late to a single patrol, and aided the apprentices with their apprentice tasks. No one could ever know of his secret. The shame of visiting his sister was heavy on his mind. At the same time, he was painfully aware of Sandy’s burning gaze on him.

Even after Shine and Thorn got their mentors; Willow and Mouse, Rusty avoided Sandy. He wasn’t sure why. When she’d confronted him the first time he visited Princess, she hadn’t been mad. But at the same time, she definitely wasn’t happy. Rusty wasn’t sure if they were even friends yet, or just acquaintances. Maybe they were acquaintances with secrets.

He blinked away his thoughts. Today was a new day. The frost had comfortably settled in on the forest, making Rusty puff up his fur. As usual, he was the first one awake in camp. After scooting around the sleeping warriors, he went out for a quick hunt. By the time he returned, Tiger was quietly chatting with Buttercup by the herb den. The deputy glanced up at Rusty, and mrrped quietly.

“Yes Tiger?” Rusty walked closer.

“I wanted you to take Juniper to Sunningrocks,” Tiger mewed. Beside him, Buttercup bunted him, making him chuckle. He rasped his tongue across her face, making her scrunch her eyes closed. It felt odd watching the pair be so affectionate. She batted at his ears with a paw, and Tiger gently pushed her away, trying to regain some of his dignity. “If you can find anything to hunt there, please do. But if you find any River cats… take care of them.”

Again, it felt odd. Was Tiger… respecting Rusty? He didn’t question it, and simply nodded. Padding back to the warrior’s den, he nudged Pebbles awake.

. . .

“... then the mouse was huge! Like the size of a dog, and I was pretty scared. But it was still a mouse, so I chased it away,” recalled Juniper. As per Moggy’s suggestion, Juniper was prescribed a small dose of chamomile to help her sleep. This had the side effect of strange dreams.

“I could go for a dog sized mouse right now,” mused Pebbles, licking his lips.

“Well I promised Shrew that I’d bring him a shrew,” Juniper countered.

Through the trees, Rusty spotted the sunlight reflecting off of Sunningrocks. It was a cluster of large reddish stones, jutting out on one side over the river. There were jagged lines running along the stones, and one large piece broken off, laying to the side of the main rocks. With a big leap, Rusty bounded up the pile. Beneath his paws, he felt the warmth of the stones.

“Woah!” Juniper followed him, then flopped down onto her side. “Ahh… this is nice!”

Rusty sat down, absorbing the gentle heat. Peering over the lip, he noticed the river was almost completely frozen. Distantly, he could hear ice cracking.

“Legends say that Sunningrocks used to be in the middle of the river, but Star Thunder pulled it ashore to warm his paws,” Pebbles mewed sleepily. Looking at his friend, Rusty noticed Pebbles laying down near the base of the rocks. His face twisted as his belly rumbled. Moving closer, Rusty felt a pang of alarm.

“Did you have anything to eat?” Rusty asked quietly.

“No… I was planning on grabbing something on this patrol,” groaned Pebbles.

From further up on the rocks, Juniper suddenly stood up. Her eyes glittered with excitement, and she dropped into a hunting crouch. Rusty watched carefully. Straining his ears, he could hear a faint scratching. He too crouched, and began stalking towards the noise. With a jump, Juniper dove off the rock.

Landing on the snow, from between her legs ran a small vole. Her front paws shot out to grab it, but the vole slid under her claws. Awkwardly, she lunged her head forward, grabbing it in her mouth. It screeched, but with a twist of her head, it died.

“Great job!” Pebbles mewed. Rusty was impressed. Juniper was learning a lot quicker than he thought she was!

But she gently put the vole down, and frowned. “Every vole in the valley probably heard it scream. Now we’ll never find a shrew.”

“Shh!” ears pricked, Pebbles rushed to the edge of the river. On the other side of the bank, a single mole was squirming around. It was searching for soil, but could only find ice. Overhead, a hawk circled slowly. They’d have to move quickly to steal the kill.

Fueled by hunger, Pebbles moved quickly and quietly. Stepping in front of Juniper, Rusty held his breath. “When you’re hunting on ice, which you should avoid at all costs, you must lay as flat as you can-”

He was cut off by Pebbles taking a huge leap. Landing solidly on top of the mole, the ice beneath him crumbled instantly.

“Pebbles!” Rusty screamed. In a blink of an eye, Pebbles vanished beneath the ice. In the river, a huge dark gray mass flew past Sunningrocks. Rusty raced after it. Further down the river, Pebbles broke the surface. Here, the ice was broken up. Thrashing desperately, Pebbles trying to grab onto a block of ice. But he was shaking too much, and quickly fell back into the water.

“Pebbles!” Rusty hesitated. Should he jump in after him? What about Juniper? He looked down the river. There! A patrol of RiverColony cats appeared out of the reeds. Eyes wide, he shrieked and gestured towards the river. “Help him!”

“He can’t swim!” shouted Juniper. The River warriors stopped, and a silver tabby dove into the water. It was Aurora! Despite the leaf-bare, she looked healthy and strong. No doubt her fat could help keep her warm, even in the water.

Fighting against the current, she vanished into the dark water. Rusty paced along the bank, desperately watching. When she resurfaced, she held Pebbles’s scruff tightly in her mouth. A second gray molly- Rusty recalled she was named Petal- joined Aurora with barely a splash. Side by side, the two lugged Pebbles to the Thunder side of the river.

Faint from relief, Rusty pressed himself against Pebbles. His friend wheezed and gagged, spitting out water. From head to toe, he was soaked. Rusty was aware of Juniper pressing herself against Pebbles too, trying to keep him warm.

“Does he have fish scales for brains?” Aurora spat. “Not even RiverColony walks on ice.”

Unlike Pebbles, the water seemed to roll off of the two mollies' pelts with ease. Almost as if they were ducks. Aurora tossed her head, sending water flying into the air. Then she turned her harsh gaze on Pebbles. He weakly met it.

“A second longer and he would’ve been dead,” Petal simpered. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Propping himself up, Pebbles grinned widely at Aurora. “Um… you come here often?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Next time, we might not be around to save you.”

Stars in his eyes, Pebbles purred gently. “I might not be ice, but you’ve melted my heart.”

Horrified, Rusty pressed his paw against Pebbles’ face. “We’d best get on our way. Thanks again, Aurora.”

“No problem,” she chirped, and sprung back into the water. Petal followed, tossing one last dirty look at the patrol. After they disappeared, Rusty turned on Pebbles.

“What was that? Were you flirting with her? I didn’t even know you liked mollies!” he meowed.

“What’s your problem? She saved me. I was just returning the favor,” Pebbles’s teeth began to chatter.

“We should get back to camp,” Juniper interrupted before Rusty could fire back.

“You’re right,” he grumbled. “Let’s go. And let’s keep this a secret. At least for now.”

#warrior cats rewrite #red fire au #warriors rewrite #red fire windswept fire

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naamahdarling · 2 years ago

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Disclaimers: One, I'm not going to soapbox on the indoor cat thing here, aside from saying it is better for the cat to be indoors with enrichment, and better for native wildlife, which they devastate. Two, I'm only speaking on this because I had so many cats who went outdoors as a kid and I actively both played with them and watched them hunt. I'm not a critter behaviorist, I just like cats a lot and know them pretty well.

Cut for mild talk of animal death.

Birders jump well. They like to jump A LOT. You know you have a good one when they don't just jump and swat, but when they jump and scoop to the mouth, or when they slap HARD and aimed DOWN, then pin the toy. Speed is less important than the jump. The best birder I knew would position himself in some cover and wait for the birds to come down close enough that he could reach them very quickly. He took them out of the air, not on the ground.

Mousers are handsy, curious, and often patient. Mice aren't too fast for cats, really. The big deal is that they go for cover, they always know where it is, so I very very very seldom saw cats CHASE mice. They CAN be caught in the open, but I usually saw/see them dug/pulled from cover, cornered, or ambushed as they emerge from cover without realizing the cat has been waiting. So mousers like batting things around and rooting inside things. They will often ambush objects on the floor randomly more than other cats, and their play may incorporate elements of pretending disinterest or pretending not to see a thing before attacking again. Laser pointers are fun for them.

Squirrel hunters are very clever and very fast and agile. They will sprint short distances and have to outsmart one of the smarter prey animals that live near humans. Watching a domestic cat take a rabbit is...really something, and rather harrowing if that sort of thing is emotional for you to watch. It's very energetic and often involves a hell of a run.

A cat that will actually take live snakes and rats is very brave, since both are dangerous to a cat. The right instincts have the cat hitting downwards, very hard, and being incredibly jumpy, leaping back at every sharp motion. Some cats just go nuts for long toys. Some cats seem even more wary of snake-like things than other cats, and it doesn't seem connected to time spent outside around live snakes. Fancy is both drawn to and wary of "snakes". Seats and pounds her long toys down, grabs the long ones a little from the end and bites "behind the head." Cats in Egypt were renowned for being snake control, we see it in a lot of art and see it mentioned in surviving writing about Bastet.

Cats that take rats on the reg frankly scare me. They are very fighty.

Interestingly, cats can be successful hunters even if they are very very stupid. It is so wired into them that many otherwise vapid cats do quite well when faced with real, live prey. Raleigh caught a mouse the other day. He's the stupidest cat I've ever had. I have wanted to post a picture of his very small trophy, but I won't because of how distressing many people find that sort of thing. However, here he is standing fully up on his back feet when I held it up to get a picture. He was ready to jump up and get it.

He wanted it back so very badly. He is the only successful mouser in the house and has fewer brain cells than he has kills.

Anyway, yeah, it's like nature gave most cats a very good basic set of instincts, and then gave some a free specialization in one thing or other. Even in the absence of live prey, some are clearly wired more for this or that. I love them all.

Funny pet story (cats and snakes): One day I woke up and my husband was still asleep so I was doing some work outside. My little orange cat ran into the house with something in her mouth. I made her drop it but it slithered into the closet of our office and I couldn't find it. I left a Post-it note on my husband's computer letting him know to be aware of snek. He kept sleeping. The second snake I confiscated as it came in the house. I left another Post-it. The third snake went behind the TV and I managed to sweep it into the dustpan and put it outside. By the time my husband woke up there were four notes for the FOUR snakes Tinycat brought in that day. She was very proud of herself. After the fourth snake I shut her inside to stop her going out to get more.

(No snakes were harmed in the making of this story. I think Tiny believes they are exciting wiggly strings and just wants to play with them. I keep her inside when it's snake weather now because those poor garter snakes don't deserve to be traumatized like that.)

Oh my goodness! Kitty bringing in spicy noodles!!! What a good hunter! How impressive! I like snakes very much so I would have been rather delighted by the gifts provided they were alive. Do you suppose any were the same snake, apprehended by the cat a second time?

There's different types of cats when it comes to hunters. You can tell by the kind of toys they like and the way they tend to attack. Some are mousers, some are birders, and sometimes, just sometimes, you get a snake hunter. Raleigh is a mouser, Sid is a mouser, Etrigan is a birder, and Fancy is a birder and a snaker. (Smooch doesn't have very good vision so he just goes for whatever he can see under his nose.) Fancy popcorns around like a mongoose and smacks her prey into the dirt. Incredible that not only are their instincts so refined, but that some seem almost born to specialize, being good at a certain type either from birth, or maybe taught a particular thing by their mother. (We had birders at my childhood house because our oldest eternal cat taught every kitten who came through the door how to hunt, and she liked taking larger birds like jays and doves. I watched one of her proteges teach her own babies to hunt birds. Grisly but amazing. One of her babies grew up to regularly take whole rabbits. They are devastating to wildlife so I keep mine inside, but I do miss watching cats hunt. They're so amazing.)

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tteokdoroki · 3 years ago

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have we considered y/n BEING the pretty little interviewer and bakugo takes her home and she never left his side since then

bites fist... bakugou and cute little interviewer beloved...

NAUR CAUSE !!! he meets you one day and he’s totally not in the mood for these shitty buzzfeed type interviews where he gets asked the same question in thirteen different ways— his PR team wont let him go home until he’s done about thirty of them and each interview he does, katsuki gets closer and closer to ripping someone’s head off.

but then you come along with your pretty smile and bright eyes and straight off the bat he can tell you’re a ‘take no shit.’ kinda gal, got him shifting to sit up in his seat— suddenly he’s intrigued. you’ve got a list of questions, prepared by yourself and not the people you work for. they’re not the usual ‘when can we expect little dynamight’s running around?’ or ‘who’s your latest celebrity crush?’, no. instead you’re asking bakugou about his goals and passions, what drives him, what was his scariest experience being a pro hero? what does he think about being a rolemodel?

he’s kept on his toes the entire interview, disappointment weighing down bakugou’s heart when they call time and your little slot with him is over. the dynamight PR team are telling him he can go home but katsuki’s already tearing off his mic and following you through the cramped studio ( he’s way too tall for this shit ) and suddenly he’s got you in his sights, hand on your wrist and god you smile, so bright and pretty it almost kills him.

“can i help you, dynamight, sir?” you ask him so softly and bakugou’s sure he looks like a complete fool for chasing after you— for watching you with baited breath.

you blink up at him, face twisted in confusion but when you try to excuse yourself bakugou’s yanking you closer and into his chest. “you...er... y’forgot somethin’.” he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, why he’s so enthralled by an interviewer he met merely 20 minutes ago, but here he is sweating like a pig just to impress you.

“uh, no, i’m pretty sure we got everything we needed. thank you—“ you protest gently.

“yeah y’did. my number, princess.”

and that’s certainly not the last time katsuki bakugou’s tried to get your attention, since it took several attempts after that. a coy game of cat and mouse, flirty interviews on red carpets and between hero galas— but it seemed worth it in the end, since the next interview bakugou has with your company, is a feature story on your latest engagement and how he proposed to you.

#tteokdoroki #gonna cry i want hubby bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou drabble #mha drabbles #📧. user anonymous #💌. you’ve got mail

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spencersawkward · 4 years ago

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*house call // wes (Dollface)*

ssummary: when her pet cat gives her a scare, Reader decides to call the vet to make sure everything is going to be okay.

pairing: Fem!Reader x Wes

word count: 5.4k

content warnings: discussion of cannabis/cannabis consumption, unprotected penetrative sex, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), SoftDom!Wes, breeding kink, creampie.

request: can you do a wes smutty one shot if you’re down?!

A/N: to be fair, i haven’t watched Dollface in a minute, but i’m obsessed with the domestic vibes that Matthew gives off when he plays Wes and i just thought it would be super cute. anyway, this was super fun also i wanna fuck Wes. ok enjoy!

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the absolute best part of your day is when the package arrives at your doorstep. you impulse-purchased it about two weeks ago while you were hanging out with one of your close friends, and you've been looking forward to trying it every day since.

or, really, for your cat to try it.

you've read reviews and been extremely diligent to make sure the stuff is completely safe, and everything you've seen or read was singing the praises of this cat weed (which isn't actually cannabis at all, but catnip made to look like it).

as you take the cardboard box to the kitchen table and pry open the top with the help of a Swiss army knife, you're grinning. Klimt comes scampering into the room to see what all the fuss is about, sitting at your feet with his tail curled around his legs.

"no peeking." you scold him gently. your kitten, the friendliest little rescue tabby around, simply stares blankly back. when you remove the wrapping from the glass jar and stare at it up close, you're impressed by how realistic it looks. the label shows cat-friendly ingredients only, but you unscrew the top and get a whiff of catnip.

Klimt begins to weave in between your legs, nudging them affectionately and beginning to purr. you giggle and bend down to give him a few pets. his nose twitches; he tries to sniff at the foreign object, but you put it back on the table.

"don't be greedy, babe." you scratch between his pointed ears and he lets out a whiny meow.

it's about his dinner time, and you were hoping to give him his treat tonight after he finishes his dry food. so you make yourself something simple with the leftovers in your fridge and do some more work on your laptop while you two eat together.

you've had Klimt for a while, now. you call him a kitten even though he's a full-grown cat-- he's just as playful and enthusiastic as any newborn. his eyes are the color of meadow grass, and his nose is scattered with tiny freckles. it makes him look like he's just come from digging around the backyard, but it really just adds to his charm.

not to mention his ceaselessly social tendencies: Klimt is always around when your friends come over, worming his way in between you or sitting on one of the free chair cushions to listen. you wonder if he knows what you're saying sometimes, because when you talk about the embarrassing things you've done that day or the failed interactions you've had, he always lifts his head to give you something of a judgmental stare.

once you've settled down for the evening and turned on the TV, you decide that now is the time. Klimt is aimlessly poking at a few of his toys. he bats at a fake mouse between his paws.

"kitten," you click your tongue and get up to grab the jar. "are you ready to try this stuff?"

as if he's going to answer. he hears your footsteps coming back his way and watches patiently. it's only when you pour out a little bit in front of him that he gets curious about the stuff. you admire his movements as he bends down and examines.

although you keep an eye on him while watching your show, you don't notice much of a change in him. he starts to roll about on the floor, which is to be expected, but it's only when he starts to chase around his fake mouse that things get interesting.

you laugh as Klimt goes nuts, jumping back and attacking the thing like he's ready to come in for the kill. it's really funny, but you're interrupted by your phone buzzing. you told your friend that you were doing this tonight.

"hi!" you answer the FaceTime call right away.

"how is he?" you can hear the smile in Andi's voice as you turn the camera.

"he's loving it."

"oh my god," she laughs. Klimt arches his back, leaping so highly in the air, you raise your eyebrows. "I wonder how long it'll last." she muses.

"I'm guessing we'll get about an hour more of this before he passes out for the next two days." you joke. he gets strong bursts of energy usually, but they only last so long until he's curled up on the window sill or in your bed.

Andi and you talk for a while as Klimt tires himself out and plays with all of his favorite toys. you dangle a string in front of him for a decent amount of time, too, just to make him get up on his hindquarters. he's a natural entertainer, a lithe little thing who lets out a few irritated meows to demonstrate his impertinence.

after about forty-five minutes, however, you notice your cat's behavior change. he keeps raising his hackles and rolling about, and something about it makes you nervous. he doesn't usually act like this, not even when he plays with the other catnip toys he's accumulated.

"what's wrong?" Andi notes your furrowed brow as you look past the camera of your phone and at your pet.

"he's just acting really weird," you pat the couch cushion to call him over, but he doesn't even glance up. "I don't know why."

"maybe it's the cat weed." she suggests. you purse your lips and try to think.

"yeah, but nobody in the reviews ever mentioned anything like this."

"I'm sure he's fine, Y/N."

"yeah, I know..." but you're worried. Klimt is your pal, your cuddle buddy. as he rubs his cheek against the wooden floor, you feel guilt pool in your stomach. if he's hurt because of some dumb online purchase, you're never going to forgive yourself. "I'm gonna call the vet just to be sure."

"oh, okay," she sounds surprised, but doesn't try to stop you. "let me know what they say."

"I will." you hang up the phone and stare at your companion for a few seconds. he leaps into the air and does a somersault before letting out some deeply disturbing whine that reminds you to call the vet. better safe than sorry.

...

when the doorbell rings, you're practically twiddling your thumbs anxiously. Klimt hasn't settled at all, and you haven't even bothered to change out of your lounging ensemble. you're pretty sure you look a mess, but hopefully the person won't care too much.

you don't know who to expect-- your usual vet is an older woman who is friends with your mom, but her receptionist said she was out tonight and would send over another vet to check it out.

when you swing open the door, you immediately regret the decision to stay in sweatpants.

"hi, I'm Wes." the guy gives you a friendly smile and holds up his bag. it's almost comically old-fashioned, something out of an old movie, and you half-expect him to be wearing a stethoscope around his neck.

he's gorgeous, though. definitely a good amount older than you, tall with brown curls and stubble. his features stand out to you even under the porch light, and your mouth guppies idiotically.

"hi," you manage. his eyes flicker to your hand, which is seemingly blocking him from coming inside the house, and you jolt back a little to let him in. you clear your throat. "sorry."

as he steps inside and you close the door behind him, getting one tiny moment to yourself, your eyes widen. way to make yourself look like a bumbling fool.

"I heard that there's a tabby who got into some catnip?" you catch him looking around the front of your house, eyes catching on the framed photos before finding yours again. you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, but nod confidently.

"yeah, Klimt. he should still be in the living room."

"Klimt? like the artist?" he chuckles and follows you into the rest of the home. his voice has a nice timbre to it, something low and gentle that fits well with his occupation.

"yeah, exactly." you turn to smile at him.

you hear the cat before you see him. he's climbed to the top of his cat tree and leaps down onto the ground, paws hitting the surface in a way that can't have been comfortable. he chirps and looks up at Wes, whose lips are turned up with amusement.

"are you the man of the hour?" he asks, approaching the cat. Klimt's pupils get enormous and he prepares to pounce on the newcomer.

"careful--" you start to warn him, but the cat launches himself right into Wes' arms. the vet turns to you, holding him to his chest, and grins. warmth spreads over your skin with embarrassment. "sorry."

"no need to apologize," he starts to pet Klimt, who is only slightly struggling to escape. he wants to go wild again, but Wes isn't going to let go. "they call me the Cat Wrangler at the office."

"really?" you snort. he brings your pet over to the couch and sets him on the cushions, careful to keep him in place.

"no way." he shoots you a dazzling smile. the joke makes you giggle, and you feel yourself become even more self-conscious about the outfit you're wearing. this is just your luck, having hot guys come over when you distinctly look your worst.

Wes scratches between Klimt's ears and glances up at you again. "is there any reason in particular you're worried about the catnip?"

"yeah, actually," you nod, brought back to reality. "I know it's supposed to make them more playful, but he's just been acting weird and I got worried that there was something in it that messed with his head."

"can I see the container for it?" he asks. you go to grab the jar, only to remember that it proudly announces itself as cannabis for cats. profound embarrassment causes you to hesitate with the stuff in your hands.

it's not like he's here for you to flirt with, but you're still thinking about how stupid and young you're going to look with this stuff in front of him, a hot older guy who seems to have his life under control. you peek at him once more from the kitchen, at the way he smiles and starts to talk softly to Klimt as if he were a peer.

he's kinda crazy, and it makes you smile.

"it's cat weed." you hand him the glass container, and Wes breaks into a grin as he looks at the front.

"oh my gosh, I've heard about this!" his eyes move quickly over the label. you're in shock.

"really?"

"yeah, it's hilarious. here, can you make sure our friend here doesn't move while I read the ingredients?" he gestures. the knot of anxiety within you loosens a bit. you nod obediently, going to scoop up your pet and sit him on your lap. he's still squirmy, but he doesn't look ready to attack either of you, thankfully.

"hey, you." you greet your pal affectionately. his tail is wagging impatiently while Wes kneels on the ground beside the couch. there's a silver ring on his finger, but you notice with relief that it's not on his fourth one.

when he sets the jar down on the coffee table with the kind of smile that hints at some secret amusement, you frown. "what?"

"nothing," he shakes his head. "Klimt is gonna be totally fine."

"are you sure?" you pet the feline's smooth coat.

"definitely. you know how drugs affect people differently?" he asks. you want to say no, you don't know that because why would you, but then you remember that there is quite literally a glass-blown bowl sitting on your kitchen table.

"sure." you reply honestly.

"it's the same with cats: some just feel the effects a little more." he shrugs. you think this over for a second.

"that makes sense."

"yeah, I'd estimate about an hour more of this wildcat behavior before he takes a ten-hour nap." he cracks another joke and you find yourself totally charmed by him. something about the way he talks just makes your heart beat like crazy.

"that's a relief."

he chuckles and stands up, grabbing the bag (which he never even had to use) and starting to walk out of the living room. you can smell his delicious cologne as he moves past you.

"sorry for making you come out here so late." you apologize from the couch. Wes turns to look at you with an easygoing expression. his free hand is tucked into his pocket.

"no worries. you have a lovely home." he gestures to the kitchen, and then at the bowl sitting there in the open. you have to fight the smile on your face.

"thanks." you're smirking. right before he's about to head back out, you ask a question that's been wriggling around in your mind since he arrived. "why no title?"

"you mean, like, Doctor or something?" he stops in the threshold. one hand leans against it while he answers your question. you still can't get over how tall he is.

"sure. I mean, you are a doctor, right?" it comes out more dubious than you intended, but he doesn't get offended, only smiles.

"yes, I'm a doctor. I went to Davis." he points like the school is right outside your door. you nod.

"cool."

there's a silence where you just look at each other, and you forget that you look like you just rolled out of bed. he clears his throat.

"to answer your question, I just go by Wes because you're not my patient-- Klimt is." he points to the kitten, who is now chasing his own tail like a dog. you snort at the sight.

"how humble of you."

"I know, right?" he's joking. you find yourself not wanting him to leave, even though you've really just met. he's so sweet and funny and handsome... your stomach is flipping over and over like a schoolgirl.

and it's stupid that you can't think of one plausible reason for him to stay, but every step he takes shortens your time to think. so you just blurt, instead.

"would you want a beer?"

Wes pauses and looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face. "a beer?"

"yeah, I mean... you came all the way out here and I just feel bad for causing a fuss over nothing." you scramble slightly to justify your words. you don't ever drink beer-- do you even have any? god, this is embarrassing.

the vet checks the watch on his wrist, then smiles at you with a halting kind of enjoyment, before nodding. "sure."

"okay, great." you turn on your heel to hide the grin on your face. he follows you again to the kitchen area and leans against the counter while you open the fridge. the best form of flirting you can manage right now is bending over shamelessly and taking your time to poke around.

thankfully, there are three cold bottles left towards the back. you take out two and use the tool in one of your drawers to pop the tops off. he watches patiently, takes a sip when you hand the drink to him. your eyes meet.

"so, what prompted the cat weed purchase?" he starts the conversation effortlessly, and you try to keep your eyes from wandering over the shape of him. now that he's just standing in front of you, you're noticing the way his sweater sits against his frame, his long legs and the way his head rests on an elegantly-proportioned neck.

"I just saw it and thought it would be fun." you shrug honestly. he smiles.

"do you think you're gonna let him try it again another time?"

"I don't know," you cross your arms over your chest. "I'm a little nervous, but he also was having a lot of fun until I made him sit still."

"fair enough." you both turn your gazes to the cat. he's nudging a little toy ball with his nose and watching it roll across the floor. there are tiny bells inside that jingle. Wes turns back to you. "what do you do?"

"graphic designer."

"an artist." he raises his brows, impressed.

"not exactly saving animal lives, but I get by." you take another sip of your drink.

"it's not like that, mostly." he rolls his eyes playfully.

"then what's it like?"

"I just see and talk to people's pets all day. it's a pretty great job, even when it's not. you know?" he's optimistic about it. you're drawn to his positive energy, to the way he smiles when he speaks like he's preparing to deliver a witty joke.

you're hopelessly attracted to him, and the space between you is becoming unbearable. even though he's a guy you just met, you can feel in your gut that something about this is just right. you want his body against yours.

"you okay?" he breaks what you only now realize is a silence, and you blink to clear the dirty images from your mind.

"yeah." only thinking about you fucking me against a countertop. it must be the fact that you haven't gotten laid in a while or something, because you usually aren't this attracted to people within the first hour. it takes longer for you to even want to kiss them.

"what kind of stuff do you design?" he seems genuinely interested as he shifts and continues to nurse his drink.

"I work for a tech startup downtown, so it's a lot of website work to make sure it's navigable and pretty." you try to sum up your duties, but it's hard when his hazel eyes are so intent. he listens to every word.

"do you do personal work, too? like, just for you?"

"actually, yeah!" this sparks your excitement.

"can I see?" his smile widens. "only if you're comfortable, of course."

"sure." you're beaming.

he stays put as you start to go out of the kitchen, but then you smile. "you can come with."

"oh." he sets his beer down on the counter and follows you, slightly surprised. but you don't care; you were nervous before, but he's stayed for this long. maybe he wants you, too.

once you get to your bedroom, you're grateful that it's been freshly cleaned. there's even a bouquet from the flower's market sitting on your dresser, and you head over to the desk to sift through the drawers for what you want.

"cool room." he compliments from the threshold. he's careful not to make you uncomfortable, but also can't resist the curiosity that draws his gaze from wall to wall. you find the stack of papers and smile.

"thanks," you place the folder in his hands. "these are some printed versions of stuff I did last year."

Wes immediately begins to flip through the art. him seeing your stuff makes you nervous, so you pretend to focus on straightening up the few items that sit on your desk. you wipe your fingertip over a nonexistent film of dust.

"these are amazing," he says, holding a card stock copy in between his index and middle fingers. "holy shit."

"thank you." you're trying to keep from smiling too hard. you can tell that he's being genuine with his compliments, and it makes your heart swell.

"definitely. are you showing anywhere?"

"at an exhibit downtown a couple months back, but I've been so busy with work that personal stuff hasn't really been on the table, you know?"

he nods in understanding and continues to go through until the end. when he's finished, he looks up and sees you, his eyes concentrated. he doesn't speak at first, and an undercurrent ripples across the room. there are about three feet between you, and you have no excuse to lessen it.

he licks his lips slowly. you purse yours, unsure of what to say.

"I'm glad you called tonight." his voice is lower, slightly uncertain, like he's testing the boundaries. except you don't want boundaries right now. you want to go wild on him.

"me, too." you reply. it's in your eyes, that begging for him to do what you're scared to initiate.

your tongue is pressed to the back of your teeth in anticipation. and when he sets the art back on your desk and comes closer, you feel yourself give in. bubbles of excitement travel up your body as he grabs your face and bends down to kiss you.

it's full, passionate, not the kind of kiss you give someone you've just met. laced with desire and longing, you respond immediately. hands immediately run to his forearms, over his shoulders as he imposes beautifully on your form. it's so hard, you lean back slightly. your torso presses against his until he pushes you against the wall.

the slight gasp that escapes your lips causes him to smile, followed by your moan and clutching fingers. the material of his sweater, the taste of him mingled with that sophisticated, gentle smell of cologne that you want printed all over your skin.

"come here." he murmurs against your mouth and reaches down to the back of your thigh so you can hook your leg around his waist. you whine at the easy access he has to grind against your core, both of you desperate.

"Wes." you pant into his open mouth. he sucks on your bottom lip before finding your cheek and jaw. his fingertips tighten around your flesh.

"this feel good, sweetheart?" he checks in. coincidentally, his jeans grind against your panties at exactly the right spot and your hips jump. you release a pleasured yelp.

"mhmm."

"sounds like it." he latches onto your throat with a possessive excitement. you can feel him sucking and biting at the skin until you're positive there'll be marks tomorrow. you hope there are; purpled evidence of his touch. he digs his nails into your thighs. "you like it when older men touch you, baby?"

he blows over your tender throat before attacking it again. you sigh contentedly at the way he mingles sensations for your pleasure. "yes."

he grunts and nips at your collarbone, sliding the strap of your top down your shoulder so that he can effortlessly flutter his lips over the skin. you grip at him and toss your head back against the wall. his weight on yours is divine. it makes you weak, but that doesn't matter. he's practically holding you up at this point.

when his hand pushes under the hem of your shirt and dances over your stomach, you arch your back for more. he's gentle yet firm, pulling you close like he wants to breathe your oxygen. he's tracing over your ribcage, all the way up to the valley of your breasts, before cupping one and moaning into your shoulder.

he kisses you again with an aching hunger that can't be satiated. your tongues meet and Wes finds your hardened nipples beneath the thin fabric of your bralette. you sigh while he starts to circle one with his thumb.

"you're perfect." he breathes.

you want to bask in this moment, to enjoy the shock across your skin when he reaches his hand back down between your bodies to dip below the waistband of your sweatpants, but you're just so greedy. he could make you cum over and over and it would never be enough.

"what do you want me to do to you?" Wes is hovering over your lower stomach, dangerously close to where you need him most. he's teasing. the warmth of his skin drives you mad. his breath brushes over the shell of your ear.

"fuck me." it's the only response you can fathom. every other instinct in your body flies out the window and is replaced by a craving to sink your proverbial (and literal) teeth into him.

but he loves it, apparently, because he pushes you back against the wall with a nearly bruising force. "I can do that."

with those words, he quickly grabs your other leg and lifts you into his arms, bringing you to the bed and laying you delicately on the mattress while you giggle. you stare up at him with an almost daydreamy lust. his cheeks are flushed.

you only get a second of that heavenly sight, though, before he dips down and pushes your shirt up to see your tits and kiss up the chasm between your ribs. his stubble tickles your skin, which causes you to smile.

by the time he's pulled your sweatpants off and tossed them to the side, you're whining for him to strip down as well.

"what is it, pretty girl?" he murmurs against your tummy. when you try to squeeze your thighs, he pushes them apart.

"I wanna see you." your fingertips touch at his sweater. he chuckles and pulls the garment over his head. it messes up his perfect hair even more and you love it, tangling your fingers in it. he bites his lip.

"do you want me to taste you first?" he keeps stroking the inside of your thighs and staring down at the skimpy lace that you're positive that you've already soaked. you're making him crazy with the way you roll your hips against air, against nothing, seeking any kind of stimulation.

"I can't wait." you shake your head. as nice as it would be, you're going to implode if he doesn't fill you up soon. he drags his fingers down your clothed slit and groans when he feels just how ready you are for him.

"let's take these off then, okay, sweetheart?" he hooks his fingers in the panties and waits for you to nod before tugging them down your legs. you whimper at the cool air that hits your core, soaked and needy. Wes stares at your body on display for him.

as he gets back up from the floor to kiss you again, you both work to remove the rest of his clothes. his skin is perfect under your hands. his chest is warm, solid, and when he climbs on top of you, his arms rest on either side of your head.

one hand comes down to grab his own cock and stroke it a few times before lowering himself to rub it against your throbbing clit. you whimper at the pressure; he's mindless when he feels how easily you cover him in your essence.

"so fucking wet..." he groans while rutting against you.

"Wes, please--" your breath hitches. "put it in."

"begging?" he teases your entrance with the head and smirks. "good girl."

"mhmm." you're smiling, but your mouth drops open when he pushes himself inside.

it's a heavy feeling, him filling you up. he's thick and the stretching of your walls makes him groan and rest his head on your shoulder. he kisses the skin there while diving deeper into your body.

you're shaking slightly from the mixture of pain and pleasure, his size forcing your body to work quickly to accommodate. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you run your hands over his back and shoulders to stay grounded. it feels like a dream.

he starts to pull out, coated in your wetness while you whimper below him, and he grabs your face with one hand in a dominant, soft gesture. "okay?"

"yeah."

he pushes back in. the air in your lungs is practically gone at this point, he's so deep inside. your eyes roll back and push your hips up to take him at a new angle. Wes finds his pace easily, rocking into your body at a manageable pace to let you get used to the sensation.

every time his hips roll down and he buries himself in you, he presses on your clit and sends a new shock through your body. he leans on his elbows to get closer and feel every undulation of your body. you love how his thrusts force your legs apart, how he moans your name and causes the headboard to repeatedly hit the wall while maintaining eye contact. hazel irises that rake over your features with lust.

"you feel so good." he speeds up a little when he hits a certain spot. you can feel him deep and hard, causing a small bump to rise in your stomach with each stroke. his voice is husky and dark. like a man starved.

"fuck..." you drag your nails down his back. he groans at the red marks that you will no doubt leave for him.

"clingy thing, huh?" he sucks at your throat affectionately. "I come over for one thing and you can't help yourself."

hearing Wes speak through his own panting is like listening to a secret, and you never want it to stop. he's reveling in the sordid crush of his own wants, and the way he shoves into you shows you that he has no intention of slowing down for a while.

"I'm impatient." you smirk. he pulls away to admire your expression.

"so am I." he kisses your lips and starts to pound into you. the juxtaposition of his tenderness and the sharp snap of his hips to yours fills you with butterflies. you love how much he wants to ruin you.

"Wes-- oh my god!" you whimper. he grabs your hips and yanks them closer to him so he can go as deep as possible, so he can hit your cervix.

"that's right, sweetheart," he pants. you can tell that he's starting to lose control. "say my name. I want everyone to know what a good little slut you are for me."

the commanding tone makes your body shake. "I- I'm cumming, Wes, please--"

"please what, baby?" he taunts. his index finger is tracing over your jaw.

you don't know what it is that you're wanting, except more. as your form shudders and tightens, walls fluttering around his cock, you lose the capacity to speak. you grind your hips against him and cry out pathetically while he pushes you back down and slams ruthlessly into your pussy.

"cum inside-- please, I need it--" you writhe. he groans at the request.

"fuck, yes..." he sheathes himself. "take it."

you gasp as he repeatedly hits your weakest point and spills hot ropes of his cum inside you, still thrusting in and out and whimpering into your shoulder at the clenching sensation you give his cock. it's warm, strangely delightful, nearly sending you into another orgasm sheerly from the sight.

he mutters unintelligibly as he empties himself in your pussy, but you catch a growled "so needy," between deep moans. you're clinging to him like you'll never have it again. you might not.

he slows down, giving shallower thrusts while riding out his high and shoving his cum deeper inside. it turns lazy and messy, both of you panting, before he finally pulls out and rolls over next to you.

you press the back of your hand to your forehead. it's sweaty from all the work he just put you through, but you feel amazing at the same time. your eyes keep flickering from the ceiling above to his rising and falling chest beside you. his nose twitches; he turns his head to look at your face.

although you expect him to say something, he doesn't. instead, you just stare at each other. the air conditioner rattles gently in the background. you're not sure how long this lasts, this soaking in, but he's the first to break it.

"hey."

you find the corners of your lips turning up. "hi."

"do you mind if I go get something to clean you up?" he asks softly, his fingertips finding your forearm with ease and drifting over it.

"sure. bathroom is the first door on the left."

he gets up and you watch him gather his clothes, eyes glued to his perfect form. you can't believe you just had sex with your veterinarian. you don't regret it at all.

he wanders out of the room and your eyes follow, only to see Klimt sitting patiently by the door.

"what are you doing, perv?" you tease as he comes over and leaps up onto the bed. his kitten paws pad over the blankets and settle into the crook of your arm. you smile to yourself, recalling how sweet the vet was with him. "hey, Wes?" you call out.

"yeah?" he comes back into the room with a warm washcloth and a small smile on his face.

"would you wanna get coffee or something sometime?" you bite your lip. maybe he doesn't want to go on a date, but it's worth a shot.

"sure." he breaks into a grin that makes you giddy. thank god, because you really were hoping to see him again.

you can't wait.

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gyucore · 3 years ago

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at the end of the chase

pairing: witch hunter!yeonjun x witch!reader

tags: fluff, enemies to lovers, supernatural au

word count: 1.9k

warnings: light swearing, mentions of death

— tasked to retrieve an intruder's soul, you find yourself stuck between a game of cat and mouse where you end up catching something entirely different

this takes place in the same setting as in the orb except on a different timeline !! ^^

“Nowhere to hide now, you monster!”

Backed against a wall in one of the dark alleys near your destination, you'd hoped for things to have gone smoother with tonight's escapade.

“Sorry, human, but I've got a soul out there with my name on it, and I'm not about to let that vermin get away from me this time.” You smirk, taking out a pouch of flour from your bag and throwing it against the hunter's face.

A cloud of white dust fills the air, and you use this opportunity to escape from her clutches, dashing out the alley and right back on the path to your oh-so-evasive prey.

You're about to summon your familiar when someone grabs you by the shoulders, stopping you in your tracks and lifting you up in the air, rendering you motionless. “What do you think you're doing?!” You attempt to squirm.

“I should be asking you that, witch.”

You fall silent at the sound of a familiar voice. It's definitely not the hunter from earlier. “Ugh, not you.”

“Yeah, like I want to breathe the same air as you right now.” The hunter scoffs, placing you back on the ground and turning you around.

“You can let go of me now, you know. Or perhaps, has the great Yeonjun finally been disarmed by my irresistible charms?” You tease, batting your eyes and trying your best to flip your hair back only for it to get stuck halfway on your hat.

The hunter, Yeonjun, shudders at the thought. “Please don't make me kill you twice tonight.”

“Like you'll ever get the chance.”

“Watch your mouth, witch, or I might just make your next words be your last.”

“That's cute.” You say, winking. And in a split second, you vanish from his grasp and pop up at a random rooftop a few meters away. You stumble a bit after using too much energy on teleporting but can't help but giggle after seeing Yeonjun looking around for you from afar.

He's been trying to capture you for months. When will he ever learn that he'll never catch you?

It's been a week and your elusive little target, Beomgyu, has managed to slip past your radar every single time. And frankly, you're getting tired of chasing him around.

The coven gave you until the next full moon to collect his soul as payment for his crimes. Stealing one of the sacred grimoires was considered a major offense, and for doing so, one must be punished by having their soul taken and incinerated. You don't even know the guy but you're starting to feel sorry. Alas, work is work.

“Just where could that bastard be hiding?” You mutter to yourself, watching the entire village from above the clocktower.

“If you'd look in the mirror once, you'd find out.”

“HOLY HECK—” You're startled by the sudden appearance of a certain hunter, and lose your balance.

You were about to fall down the roof when Yeonjun grabs your waist in time, pulling you to safety with a huge sigh of relief.

Heart beating rapidly, it takes you a full moment to realize that he still had his arms around you. “Oh, gross.” You shove his hands away, choosing to safely hold on to the rails instead. “You could've killed me!”

Yeonjun shrugs, mind blank after the incident. “Isn't that the point?”

“Really?” You huff. “Then why bother catching me then? You could've just let me fall and all your problems would've poof! Magically gone away.”

“I..“ Yeonjun pauses, heat rushing in his cheeks as he looks away. “I'd preferred it if I subdued you with my own hands.. intentionally.”

Although it did make sense, you found yourself growing annoyed at his ridiculous response. “Well, you're wasting my time. So if you don't have anything important to say then I'm off.”

“What?” Yeonjun gives you a bewildered look, as if he hadn't expected you to disappear as usual. “Hey, wait a minute! I haven't even—”

“See ya later, hot stuff!”

And with a quick tap on his shoulder, you were gone from his sight. Again.

“Hot stuff?” Yeonjun repeats the phrase quietly, thinking it sounded better when you said it. “What am I saying?”

He slumps back on the tower, hand going through his hair as he stared up at the darkening sky. “I'll get you someday, witch.”

“I got you now, you little snake!” You exclaim, adrenaline pumping as you chase Beomgyu into the forest.

“C-Can't we settle this in a civilized manner?” Beomgyu attempts to negotiate, leaping from one tree to another in hopes to shake you off.

“Not happening! Unless you find a way to return the sacred grimoire you stole, you piece of—!” One quick pause and you're drawing a glyph in the air, sending a beam of fire towards Beomgyu. “Crap!”

Beomgyu manages to dodge your attack by jumping down from the trees. Surprisingly enough, your flames had no effect on the surrounding nature.

“There's no way I'm returning that thing. She needs it.” He says between pants, wiping away the sweat gathering on his forehead with his sleeve.

“What are you talking about?” You tilt your head at his statement.

Beomgyu grits his teeth, blade drawn, and lunging at you in full speed. “You wouldn't understand! You're just like them!”

His sudden offense catches you off guard, and you instinctively brace for impact, closing your eyes and crouching down helplessly as you wait for the attack. Except it never came.

“Huh?” You rise up, eyes searching around for Beomgyu until you spot him with his sleeve pinned on a tree by an arrow. Perhaps luck was on your side today.

“Looks like you're coming with me, human.” You say victoriously, tone laced with a hint of arrogance and gloating. “Now be a good boy and—”

You're left stunned as Beomgyu vanishes in thin air the moment you moved to grab him. “H-How? What?” You run towards the spot he stood, looking around for any traces of him left. “How is this possible?!”

Beomgyu's words from earlier ring in your mind as you looked for him.

“There's no way I'm returning that thing. She needs it!”

Could it be?

“He's working with another witch?” And with that realization, his face comes to mind.

Your eyes drift towards the arrow from earlier. To test your hypothesis, you reach your hand out to the arrow. And not even a few inches away, it lights on fire, burning itself down until there's nothing left but ashes.

Called it. You grin to yourself as you realize that the arrow had been enchanted. There were only a select few individuals that use this type of weaponry, and one just happened to be hellbent on capturing you for a series of crimes you did not commit.

He probably heard it himself if he was close enough to shoot an arrow at your prey. And with Beomgyu's disappearance, you can't help but wonder of this is what Yeonjun felt whenever you pulled the same vanishing act on him.

Guess you'll never know.

“Burn the witch for her sins!”

“Avenge our families!”

You were absolutely done for.

The hunters had managed to capture you by forming an alliance with the villagers. In normal circumstances, you would be able to escape on your own, but they've managed to put an enchantment on your holding cell and binds, trapping you inside with no way out.

They'd brought you down into the basement of the town hall to await your execution.

It's funny. You somehow find yourself thinking of him even in these dire circumstances. Despite having chased you around all this time, he was nowhere to be seen during your capture. Had he given up? Was he too busy to give a damn anymore?

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you hear footsteps approaching your cell.

Perhaps this was for the best. The full moon was set to rise tonight, and you still haven't gotten your hands on Beomgyu's soul. Punishments are worse for witches who fail to do as the coven commands. They were completely erased from existence. Not only were their souls incinerated like what was to come to Beomgyu, but the elders would make sure not a single trace of them would be left, even in the memories of those who they held dear.

You figure this was the best way out. At least a version of you would still exist out there in someone's memories. With you gone, the elders themselves might take this matter into their own hands. Beomgyu will have to face retribution eventually, unless he somehow avoids his fate by getting trapped in another dimension of space.

You sigh. “This sucks.” You weren't even the one responsible for all those mysterious deaths. The only individual who could toy with human life like that would be the holder of the grimoire Beomgyu had stolen. That fucking witch. “I don't deserve to be here.”

“For once, we agree on something.”

Your heart skips a beat as you look up, finding yourself face to face with the person you wanted to see the most. “Yeonjun.”

The latter flashes you a warm smile, something foreign yet so familiar. You can't help but tear up at the sight of it, just like how you can't help but feel all those unnecessary emotions whenever the two of you were together.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, turning away. The last thing you wanted him to see was the sight lf you crying.

“I thought I was being obvious enough. Are you really this slow?” You're left staring up at him in awe and confusion. “I'm here to capture you.”

You blink. “What?”

Yeonjun groans, taking five steps back, and charging at your cell. The gate breaks apart upon impact, and he rushes in to undo your shackles.

The cell and binds were witch proof. The moment you tried to use any magic, the cell's enchantment would pierce through your heart like an arrow, and you surely weren't fond of that feeling. The only way to escape was for a human outsider to break you out, but the hunters didn't take into account the possibility of that actually happening.

“You still got some energy left in you?” Yeonjun asks after fully releasing your binds. You nod, and he sighs in relief. “Good. Sorry to put you in this situation but I need you to teleport us away from here fast.”

“Wait.. Us?” You were honestly still having a hard time piecing things together.

“I told you, didn't I? I'm capturing you. I'm holding full responsibility for your disappearance.” He grins. “We're going far far away until things settle down. Far enough that even the witches in your coven can't find us. Got any place in mind?”

“I think I do, actually.” You find yourself smiling deviously alongside the hunter. “But why are you doing this? Isn't this what you wanted?”

Yeonjun falls silent, and you're taken by surprise when his hand comes down to hold yours. “What I wanted was for the witch who's responsible for all those deaths to be brought to justice. And you're not her, Y/N.”

“Yeonjun, I—”

The moment was cut short when a few pair of footsteps could be heard echoing at the end of the hallway.

Both of you get up from the floor and step out of the cell. You pull Yeonjun close to you, holding onto him tight as you muster what's left of your energy into one important spell.

“Let's get going, hot stuff.”

#txt imagines #txt x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun x reader #txt fic #txt au #txt fluff #beomgyu imagines

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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chase — renhyuck

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

tw bullying, violence, swearing, yandere themes, possessive themes, blood, weapons (a gun, a grenade), implied noncon, implied kidnapping, mentions of stalking

disc i dont condone this behavior

wc 5k

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29 hours before the annual purge

“hold her down—i said hold her down, idiot!”

putting everything into account, they saw you more like a glorified chew toy than an actual person.

they ruined your life simultaneously and it's ironic, that despite being sworn rivals, it seems you were their neutral ground—after one has had their own fun, you’re passed on to the other person so they can deliver that final, shattering blow that weakens your resolve.

it was meant to be that way because it had always been that way. you’re the unlucky loser that ignited the worse sides of both lee haechan and huang renjun.

they’re like oil and water; they don’t mix but with you, they found a compromise. stealing your lunch money, trashing your homework, quickies in between lectures. all of these should’ve been enough to give them a good power trip. but they’ve developed a hunger so severe that these past instances are but mere crumbs that hardly satisfy their cravings.

it was beyond exhausting, being caught in between two headstrong people that were unwilling to back down at any cost. their aggression and anger towards each other directly being channeled onto you as they shove and swing you around like some ragdoll.

you weren’t a bunch of kids, you knew that. you don’t cry and sob and say that it’s unfair, you hold your chin high and walk up to the guidance counselor’s office to report them for bullying. but you never should’ve underestimated the power of money and their respective families’ broad network of connections.

without a doubt, the empty promises for justice is what broke your heart the most. it breaks with every bruise, every tight grip, and every nasty name the people willingly turned a blind eye to.

it’s sad but it was a reality you taught yourself to get used to—the meek mouse learning how to evade the cats hot on her trail.

but you weren’t as lucky today.

“i am holding her down.”

a pair of lips comes in contact with your neck. its feathery and light at first until its biting down to mark you with his teeth. not too strong to draw blood, but enough to dent the surface of the skin.

haechan has an oral fixation. biting his lips. his nails. whenever you see him, he always has a lollipop on his mouth and if he doesn’t, he’s painting hickeys across your skin. you hated his oral fixation, especially when makeup and clothes proved useless to hide the marks he gives you.

“why run?” renjun asks you, slipping his fingers underneath your skirt as he kneels. “you know you have nowhere to hide in the campus.”

haechan snorts. “or anywhere else.”

it’s always the same thing. you go to school. you sit in your first period for thirty minutes until one of them shows up. then the other boy probably felt a gut instinct that he’s missing out on the fun. last time, it was an empty classroom in the abandoned left wing.

they like taking you there all the time, it was always dark, the blinds pulled and shut tight. not to mention it was incredibly dusty. but both male knew you’re afraid of the dark, exactly why it’s their favorite spot. but empty classrooms and supply closets are close seconds, too.

“you’re so pathetic. useless—only know how to whine like a fucking pornstar,” he quickly comments, feeling you arch against him when renjun’s tongue comes in contact with the pearl between your legs. “my cumdump.”

you feel a sharp exhale against your lower lips. you shudder. renjun clicks his tongue in annoyance. “can you shut up? you’re making my dick soft with all that talking.”

but haechan had ignored him completely, blissfully ignorant of the petite boy’s frustrations as he angles your head up to crash his lips onto yours. when he slightly pulls away, still playfully nibbling your bottom lip, what he said next made your blood run cold.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

6 hours before the annual purge

the price to pay for protection started rising again this year and you, much like your neighbors, are in a sense of turmoil. jamming the doors with cabinets and nailing your windows with wood is hardly enough to satisfy the gnawing feeling in your stomach. much less when you didn’t even have a weapon to wield other than a wooden bat and a cheap taser you bought on sale.

“its not like anyone will be coming for you, right?” the little girl says, touching the randomest stuff in your apartment. her name was naeun and she never really liked pink and sparkles like most girls her age, maybe that’s why she took a liking to you.

her mom works a 9 to 5 and her grandma stays with her on occasion. but the old lady loved to sleep, naeun said, so she gets the chance to slip out and come knocking on your door. you tried shooing her out of your apartment countless times but she’s stubborn.

she reminds you of yourself.

“well, i hope no one does.” you joked, putting on a turtleneck.

naeun’s mom doesn't like you as much as it is, but if you yourself let naeun see the bruises on your skin? you’d hate yourself forever. “now, come on little missy, go back to your grandma. i need to head over to the bank to settle my protection fees.”

“but you just said no one is going to come for you anyway,” she whines stomping towards the door. “mom already settled ours yesterday becase grammy forced her to. mommy said it was just a waste of money because who’d bother to rob us anyway?”

a memory flashes in your head. two boys who’ve sandwiched you between them in the dark of a fucking supply closet at uni. wandering hands, labored whispers, curt giggles, one pair of lips trailing up your neck while the other up your inner thigh.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

you needed that protection. that was no slip up because haechan never makes mistakes. if he wanted to make you feel like some animal on the run after catching a whiff of trouble then he sure is doing a good job.

“hey! i think you just went someplace else there,” naeun says, nudging your side irritably to get your attention again.

you try forcing out a chuckle but it doesn't work, still deeply peeved by a memory from last week replaying vividly in your mind. if they ever mean what they meant (which you know they do) then this is now more than just trying to get through the night—you have to survive, prepare, and pray neither of them finds you.

“i think your grandma’s right in doing what she did, naeun. with humans, you’ll never know.”

and just like that naeun went silent, bid you goodbye, and disappeared behind the apartment door.

the bank was a quick walk from your apartment. you hardly broke much sweat and you even managed to stop by the grocery store to make some last-minute runs. the store’s nearly empty, deserted of any human being as the seconds slowly but surely ticked away. it was only when you walked past aisle seven did you pause, the hairs on your back standing as a slow chill crawled up your spine.

you look over your shoulder.

no one’s there.

you swallow, quickly looking down your watch to check the time as you made your way to counter. 3 hours before the annual purge. you needed to get your ass moving. you just need to grab one more thing and you’ll best be on your way.

you practically ran towards the dairy section and just as you spin around, strawberry ice cream pint in your hands, you jump as he appears before you in thin air and you drop whatever you’re holding.

“such a skittish little kitten,” renjun clicks his tongue, bending down to retrieve the ice cream on the floor. “here you go.”

you couldn’t even stare at him in the eye. your hands shook but it wasn’t because of the cold desert. now you get it. it’s his eyes you felt on you earlier, ever intrusive and piercing as he watched you from afar. was he stalking you?

“i didn’t quite catch a thank you, kitty.”

how foolish of you to think he’ll let you duck away without at least speaking to him, hm?

“thank… thank you?”

renjun grins, satisfied with your stuttering as he raises a hand to ruffle your hair—he ignores how you flinched away from him—before walking away with one hand in his coat pocket, whistling an eerie tune that can haunt your nightmares way after purge night.

“see you later, kitten.”

if it wasn’t the whistling that set you on edge or that clear promise of your doom—it’s the pack of zip ties and duct tape in his hands.‏‏‎ ‎

you were watching a rerun of your favorite morning reality tv when it cuts to the dreaded blue screen showing the flag of korea.

this is not a test.

this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the south korean government.

weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. all other weapons are restricted.

commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 am when the purge concludes.

may god be with you all.

you’ll never get used to the blaring siren that echoes through the empty streets. you can feel the floor vibrating and it travels throughout your whole body as the dread starts sinking deep into your skin.

you’ve already double checked all your windows and the front door. activated the security system provided by the bank. and you’ve also already charged your taser and have hammered down nails into your wooden bat. fine. if they wanted to scare and bully you into a panicked frenzy, it did its job but fuck no will you go down without a fight.

you shut all the lights, the apartment basking in the moonlight glow brought by the translucent curtains as you make your way to your bedroom, nearest the emergency exit just in case they barge through your front door by force.

at first, nothing happened. it was peaceful. tranquil. you can hear a pin drop with how quiet it was. both inside and outside. you were almost tempted to cover your mouth in case you were breathing too loud.

it’s silent. until it wasn’t.

your phone rings. it’s there, vibrating on your desk and you make long strides until you’re face to face with a set of numbers on your screen. an unregistered contact. there’s a debate inside your head whether to answer it or not, fingers hovering between the red and green button… until it eventually lands on the green.

you put it up to your ear, hands sweating as you wait with bated breath for the person on the other end to speak.

“kitten?”

it’s renjun. you don’t answer.

“i can hear you breathing, you know. i can’t wait to see you. we’ll have so much fun together. it’s sad that i have to share with that imbecile but better half of you than nothing of you, right?” he laughs and you feel a rush of anger surge through you. yet, you don’t bother to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

“i can see you’re angry, little kitty. while it’s cute and hot… don’t be. turn that frown upside down for me, wouldn’t you?”

but the blinds are drawn he couldn’t have seen you—

“you’re never going to get me, you fucking bastard. i’m not scared of you,” you sure do hope he can’t hear the tremble in your voice. “whatever you plan on doing to me, you’ll fail.”

you walk back slowly, eyes darting everywhere to look for a camera they could’ve installed in your room. they have connections and the money to do it so you won’t put it past them.

“oh, my stupid kitty. how can we fail when we already got a head start?”

the floorboard behind you creaks and before you could turn around, someone slams your head against the desk. you hear a crack, whether it’s the screen of your laptop or your nose, you couldn’t tell. the person is agile and silent as he maneuvers you to the ground and seals your lips with duct tape.

“after all,” haechan giggles. “you can’t lock out what’s already inside, kitten.”

your phone lands somewhere near your head. renjun has already dropped the call and the line goes silent.

squirming, you glared at the person on top of you. is this how you’re gonna go? you can’t deny, even you yourself find this pathetic. the security alarms you bought, the nail-studded bat, your taser, everything was all for naught? just because you didn’t check under your bed to make sure no one was there?

how long was haechan waiting? when naeun was still here? when you went out to buy groceries?

you thought it would be fear you’ll be feeling as you get caught but the emotion isn’t present at all. instead, it’s white hot anger that overrides your system and forces you to act without thinking—and it just fucking saved your life.

haechan always saw you as a vulnerable, sad little human being who couldn’t do shit on her own. it’s easy to underestimate you and that’s his first mistake.

the second is rather foolish—not tying your legs up first. it’s all too easy to slam your forehead against his before jerking your leg up to knee him in the balls.

you can see the anger in his eyes clear as day as you made a run for it to the kitchen, having come up with another escape plan—because surely if you went down the emergency exit, haechan would’ve caught up easily with those long legs after he’s recovered from your assault.

your nose was probably bleeding and your head is in the early stages of a full blown migraine, at least you were able to function enough to wobble your way towards the trash chute situated near the stove. you had cursed that chute the first day you moved in here (who would put a trash chute next to a fucking stove) but the day has come for you to thank the gods that you have that in your house.

going for a swim in all your neighbors’ trash is disgusting and unplanned (plus, falling down maybe six floors to your doom) but you’ll choose that over lee haechan and huang renjun any day.

“don’t you dare fucking think about it!”

you flashed him the middle finger to tick him off. a petty retaliation for all the bullshit he and renjun put you through but it felt good nonetheless.

“catch me if you fuckers can.”

and you were falling down the trash chute.‏‏‎ ‎

okay, yeah—maybe you should’ve thought it through before hurling yourself six floors down only for some half-filled dumpster to catch you but at least you’re still alive, right? alive and free, mind you. but you don’t have time to celebrate.

it smelled awful and you swear your knees and elbows are bruised but you scramble to climb out and run away as fast as you can.

it was only haechan inside your apartment. no sign of renjun but he did see you somehow and you have no doubt it was a camera inside that room. you didn’t have much time to ponder for how long they were installed in your room. it’s the least of your worries at the moment.

you’re outside.

during purge night.

even if you did manage to escape it felt more like a win than a lose, forced out of your own apartment in nothing but shorts and a shirt—heck, you don’t even have shoes on!—it felt like they won. again.

if you’re not going to die in the hands of some other wacko, you’ll die of hypothermia. how nice.

you didn’t know where you were running to, the only thing you knew was you need to get the hell out of this neighborhood as fast as you can. you didn’t want to run in alleyways and risk getting stabbed for fun. maybe the sewer system… oh, right. you don’t have your phone on you and it’ll probably be pitch black down there.

you really, truly, genuinely didn’t want to run so out in the open but it was the best you can impulsively come up with.

when you feel like you’ve put a reasonable distance between you and the apartment, you stop, hands resting flat on your knees as you crouch to catch a breath. just as quick the adrenaline appeared as fast as it had disappeared. you feel the weight and tension crushing your legs, not to mention you’re really starting to feel that headache settle after headbutting haechan.

you almost collapse against the brick wall.

the last person you ever thought you’ll see jumps out from the corner of the alleyway and you almost broke their nose.

until you saw who it was.

“NAEUN?”

their apartment got raided, some buffy sickos who they had the misfortune of breaking into their house to purge. luckily they got away, but after getting attacked on the streets, naeun got separated after she ran for her life just like you did. you can’t help but feel sorry for the little girl, who experienced the full effect of this godforsaken holiday.

this is bad. you can’t leave her but it’s tough enough to have to fend for yourself. you’re not so sure whether you can protect another human being but you’ll have to try.

“did your mom or grandma tell you anything? anything at all?” you ask, crouching to her eye level. “you said your mom knew the way… where? what do you mean?”

“mom said they’re providing refuge on the other side of town but it’s a 30-minute drive. walking would take longer.”

shit. you didn’t want to risk it. you don’t have a car and you’d rather die right here right now than walk another step out in the streets—

“who’s ‘they’?”

“i don’t… i don’t know. she didn’t say.”

you licked your chapped lips. you can’t trust what she’s saying, not when you didn’t even know these people. it’s too risky, not to mention you’re already running from not one, but two people.

naeun sits next to you against the bricked wall of the alley, looking down at her lap. “i’m scared,” she admits. you hear a tremble in her voice. “are mom and grammy de—”

“no,” you cut her off, pulling her tiny body against yours. when you feel her fists clutching your jacket, you swear to protect this girl with your life. “no, they’re not. i’m sure they’re heading there now to the refuge center just like we are.”

her head pokes out, looking up towards you. “we’re going? i thought you didn’t want to.”

you shake your head, wiping her tears. “well, it’s the one way for you to meet your mom and grammy, right?”‏‏‎ ‎

walking down the streets during purge night—man, this has got to be the most ballsy thing you’ve ever done after that one time you spat at renjun in the eye. you managed to find a litter of bodies way into thirty minutes of walking and you nearly sent naeun flying onto the asphalt with how hard you pushed her back. she couldn’t see this mess, you’d be damned to allow a nine-year-old walk right into psychological trauma.

you pocket a gun—you didn’t have enough courage to fight with a knife. you wiped the blood off using your shirt before shoving them down onto the garter of your shorts. you didn’t bother to take their shoes, none of them would’ve fit you anyway and it’ll just slow you down.

“hey, are you alright? is that blood—”

“it’s not mine, naeun. come on, let’s get moving.”

for two hours you walked towards this mysterious refuge center on the other side of town and both you and naeun managed to evade death three times.

the first attack: a group of high schoolers with their uniforms on. there were three of them, about your height, and while you weren’t responsible for the blood on your shirt, you’re not so sure about their lot. they looked crazy, excited even, but sloppy in the way they flung their knives and bats around. their first purge, you assumed, so it was fairly easy to take them down. a bullet to the head worked like a charm. naeun didn’t say anything when you urged her out of her hiding place to flee the scene. three bullets left.

the second attack: it was a surprise, one that got you stabbed in the shin of your right leg. it was a drunkard with a knife, you could smell him as you walked past by his slumped form in the sidewalk. he wasn’t moving, so you thought he was dead and it was poor judgement on your part. it’s pathetic getting injured this way, you thought, but at least it was you who faced the consequences and not naeun. two bullets left.

the third attack: two men but deadlier than the girls and the drunk. you didn’t get to reason out with either of them, not when they drove their cadillac at 140 miles per hour and nearly ran you over. a chill crept up your spine when you saw the bloody, naked women strapped down onto the hood. victims. you didn’t engage in any form of combat, it’s impossible, so you took naeun in your arms and ran straight to the back alleys. number of bullets remain the same.

three lucky strikes.

three times you’ve cheated death.

but time is up and your luck has run out.

“beating up a girl? what a coward, if you ask me,” you say, spitting out a tooth after someone kneed you in the face. you were in no position to say such things when they’ve got you busted up and bloody, left eye swollen after one hard punch.

naeun is nowhere to be seen.

good.

who knows what these assholes could’ve done to her. you told her to run so she better fucking run and make sure she lives through this nightmare.

another kick flies to your ribs and you lie sprawled on the dirty pavement of an alleyway—what an uncool way to die but at least you’ll die with a clear conscience.

you passed by city hall a few minutes ago. surely, the refuge center is not too far from there. naeun will make it safe. she’ll make it.

“what’s that look on her face? is she dead?”

another one scoffs. “well… if they’re after her then she’s as good as dead.”

you blacked out. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

you hate the scent of disinfectant. it crawls up your nose and you hate how the stench is so strong you can taste it on your tongue. this isn’t heaven, not when you know you’re better off burning in hellfire.

unless you weren’t dead—your eyes shoot open, sitting up in haste as you clutch the thin blanket.

rows upon rows of the same cot you were lying on greets you. people injured, some standing, some sitting. there were people treating them, too, but they were in normal clothes so this can’t be a hospital. in fact, it looked like you’re in some warehouse, stacks of metal crates sealing off all entrances.

“it’s the refuge,” you whisper.

“you’re awake!” before you could even turn around, a body launches itself onto you and nearly makes the cot collapse. judging by the small frame and the pitchy voice—

“naeun, be careful!” her mother hisses but the girl in between your arms couldn’t care less. if she’d been an adult, she’d be squeezing the life out of you. when she pulls you closer, your healing ribs made a strike of pain surge through you.

you groan, bowing in the pain. distantly, you can hear the mother and daughter fighting and it was a banter you’ve never experienced with your own mom. it nearly made you tear up from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were feeling but all else disappears when a person tenderly grips your shoulder.

“thank you for taking care of my granddaughter.” the old lady was smiling appreciatively as she stared at you.

that was it. it could’ve been the happy ending to a gruesome and bloody storyline—it should’ve been, family of three reunites again and that was all thanks to you, right?

but even heroes have their own bad endings.

you heard the ticking of the grenade only seconds before it detonates. the other refugees didn’t even have the time to take cover as some closest to the sealed doors were sent flying so far back they crashed into the row of crates behind you.

you were severely injured, limping, ribs broken, and you only had one good eye to rely on—yet the first thing you thought of was protecting naeun. maybe the midget had a way of worming herself into your heart. but before you even push yourself off the cot, a figure emerges from the smoke.

petite and harmless, pretty as the tips of his hair grazed porcelain cheekbones. renjun’s eyes are as cold and calculating as can be and it’s the only thing that terrifies you to no end. when he opens his mouth, anger is hidden well underneath that calm tone.

“i’ll give you one minute to come here willingly.”

there’s no room for bargain, he needn’t when he knows you have absolutely nothing to offer him but yourself. he doesn’t finish his sentence but he trusts you’re smart enough to figure out the silent threat—come, or he’ll turn this place into a fucking bloodbath.

cornered and weak, defenseless. weird how they have a fixation for calling you ‘kitty’ when they’re the cats in this chase.

“naeun,” you whisper, trying to crane your neck to look for her in the filth of rocks and debris. please don’t be hurt.

you freeze when you feel a barrel pointing at your head. it was only there for seconds, haechan probably doesn’t have the guts to hurt you in any way permanently (unless it’s inflicted with his own hands and not through some other medium).

“ah, look. now we have matching black eyes,” he giggles like a madman, craning your neck up and the leather in his globes brings discomfort to your skin.

you see the way the other refugees looked at you—scum, dirt on their feet that brought about trouble in their lives. they were already badly hurt as it is and now, this happened? you don’t blame them.

not one man tried to stand up for you as haechan hauls you up and throws you down on renjun’s feet. your ribs were screaming and you’re cold and so, so afraid. with shaky fingers, you gestured towards the crowd. “just... please, don’t hurt them. they don’t have anything to do with this.”

renjun coos. such a cruel smirk for a pretty face. “aw, such an angel my darling is. always thinking of others instead of her own safety. funny because i don’t think you’ve ever done such a thing for me and haechan, though. i wonder why...”

the latter digs his heel in your injured legs and you scream as black starts to surround the corners of your vision. you tried to crane your neck back, pleading eyes wanting to look at the assaulter but renjun’s calloused hand is gripping your chin too tight.

“should we make a bargain, kitten?”

you stare deep into renjun’s eyes. he knows you don’t have anything left, he can see it in your glassy eyes, too wide and vulnerable. he’s doing this all for show, trying to make you even more desperate and self-aware of your eventual demise.

and you thought haechan was the only cunning one.

“what… what bargain?"

renjun practically gleams in pride. “i’ll let everyone walk free—even your precious little naeun—that’s her name, right? the little girl you’ve been protecting the whole night?—we’ll let her and everyone in this building walk away unharmed. that’s my bargain. you know how those work, right? now, you need to give me something i want.”

forcing you to offer yourself up to them.

what a brutal way to crush your pride.

choice wasn’t an option. if you don’t oblige and choose to run away on your own, they’ll kill them and still hunt you down. you gotta say, it was a tempting bargain that appealed to the sense of heroics in your heart. naturally, you have to choose where there is less blood shed. and as renjun lets go of your chin and lets you look over your shoulder to meet little naeun’s eyes, how she sobbed against her mother’s arms and shook her head and screamed…

“hurry, kitten. i don’t like to be kept waiting.”

you know what needs to be done.

“me. i’ll give you… me.”‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎

they stood playing a game of pool in the dead of night. it’s peaceful inside the estate while the city beyond rampaged and burned. they achieved their goal, had finally seen an end to a plan that had been set in motion for years. they’ve succeeded and the broken woman lying on the bed meters from the pool table is proof of their victory.

“don’t you just love it when an elaborate plan works like clockwork, injun?” he asks, voice like trickling honey as he hits number 9 with the cue ball.

the other, more petite male, rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree. “oh, please, people like us always triumph, donghyuck. it’s nothing new. although i am surprised that little girl and her so-called “family” played along so well. almost had me fooled.”

“i agree. it's such a shame they had to go.”

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quillsanddaydreams · 4 years ago

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i don't like you

james potter x reader

—author's note: This was a story from my main that I adored so I thought why not rewrite it? The plot is the same, my ability to tell a story however, has changed. James and you do not like each other. Not even a bit. I hope you enjoy ;) Please do leave a comment, it makes my day.

—warning(s): couple of harmless pranks, slytherin! gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren't used).

—word count: 3,431

Groaning, you got up and squinted to make out the details of your dorm. Shouts and rushing made your head thump. You slowly realized a god-awful smell was filling up your room, quicker than you could think. Squeezing your nose shut, you rushed out. Other Slytherins were alongside you, you could hear coughing all around. Your eyes pricked with tears, your throat felt raw. Seeing a very familiar messy dark-haired boy run away jeering; you sensed rage gripping your form like a vice.

Third time. It was the third time the same week that Potter and the elder Black brother had pranked you all. Except it wasn’t funny anymore. That was what pranks were supposed to be right? Something that made everyone laugh along? Looking towards Elodie who was clenching her eyes shut at the sensation, you made a plan in your mind. You knew it was crazy. But when did that ever stop you? James had never conversed with you. Nor you, him. Yet it was clear that he did not like Slytherins. Not one bit.

-♡♡♡-

James yawned, stretching his limbs for a new day. Scrunching his nose, he felt a flowery scent attack him. Maybe it was just Sirius with one of his experiments. Shrugging, he got up and into the shower. That day he had transfiguration, charms, and astronomy. Thankfully nothing with the snakes, they might still be sour about the prank they pulled yesterday. Getting out of the washroom, he hummed to himself as he passed Peter who was still fast asleep. Remus was asleep and Sirius was furiously scribbling on his homework. Always finishing at the last moment.

He didn’t realize the uniform he was putting on until he looked at himself in the mirror. And boy oh boy did he panic. Eyes widening almost comically, he rummaged through his wardrobe, everything a dark green color with silver accents. A note fell at his feet.

“Dearest Marauders,

Take this beautiful gift of green robes from me. I know not all of you deserved this, but then again, I didn't feel like any of you should be left behind. I know how much you love us, Slytherins. Why not showcase it?

With love,

(Y/n) (Y/l/n)”

“Sirius! Remus!” he called out. “Wormtail!”

Sirius didn’t even look up from his parchment, Remus let out a grunt in response. The only answer he got was a faint ‘what’ from the shared bathroom.

“Mates listen to this,” James said firmly, reading the letter out loud. That got their attention. “Our robes are all green. Vivid Slytherin green!”

Remus got up suddenly, with wide eyes rushing to check his almirah. He groaned loudly on finding them in the same predicament James foretold grass-like and smelling heavily of flowers. Sirius however, started crackling.

“What?” James bellowed, his nostrils flaring.

“Well, the sarcasm in that letter is…” He snorted, stopping himself seeing James’s frown. James shook his head as Remus glared at them both.

“This has a strong one-week dye,” he said, punctuating each word, infuriated. “There’s no way it can be removed before the expected time. Why should I suffer for all the things you two do?”

“And I am not suffering?” James quipped back as Remus just shook his head, huffing, and went back to his bed. James looked at Sirius who didn’t look worried at all.

“What? Aren’t you bothered at all?” James asked.

“I look great in everything,” he replied shrugging, making James want to punch him.

He dressed up quickly after, dashing out of the dorm towards the great hall. Ignoring the looks of the students from around and the snickers he looked for you amidst the Slytherin table. It was infuriating, how casually you ate your breakfast, almost oblivious. Stalking towards your place, he cleared his throat grabbing your attention. Your eyes sparkled amusedly, taking in his appearance.

“Why the hell did you do this?” he demanded.

“Now, that’s not a way to talk about the gift I gave you,” you said, batting your eyelashes as he scowled at you. You muttered a spell under your breath, waving your wand slightly before continuing. “I worked hard, you know?”

“You Slytherins are the best thing to walk on this planet!” he shouted before he could stop himself. His eyes grew large. Everyone’s attention now seemed to be on your table.

“Thank you, I know,” you smirked, challenging him. He narrowed his eyes on you.

“You put a speaking charm on me didn’t you?” he hissed as you put on an innocently sweet expression.

“Well, I thought you needed some help with words,” you prompted, getting better reactions than you hoped for. James growled, jumping up and down in annoyance. You tried not to laugh. Did. But the corners of your mouth turned up anyways. He looked like an idiot. The giggle you let out grabbed his attention, his cheeks turning a rosy red.

“I don’t like you,” he said in a rather squeaky voice.

“I don’t like you,” you retaliated. James hated himself for thinking the laugh you let out looking adorable. Anger, which was more of a frustration gawned on his skin. He knew exactly what he was going to do next. Giving you a sickly sweet smile, he enjoyed the slight shiver that went through your arm. Let the prank war begin.

-♡♡♡-

You rushed out of the bathroom, vexed. It had been a long exhausting day and this was the last thing you needed. Your skin was tinted green. Bright neon green. Elodie stared at you in stupor.

“What happened?” she asked and you couldn’t help the raucous whine that escaped your lips.

“I don’t know, okay? I was in the shower and after using soap, my skin turned freaking green,” you hissed as Elodie tried to calm you. You handed her a small piece of paper. “Oh and look what I found beside the shampoo bottle.”

Dear (Y/n),

A gift from me, to showcase your pride in your house. You could thank me later.

James.

P.S. This gift in no way means I’ve started liking you. I don’t.

“James. James did this; that bastard!” you said, nostrils flaring as Elodie rubbed your back.

“Well, it’s just hands and legs…”

“I'm gonna get back at him. Just watch me.”

Your jaw clenched. You knew just what you were gonna do. James started a fight with the wrong person. And you didn’t like him. At all.

-♡♡♡-

You were reading your book when you saw James pacing towards you, from the corner of your eye. Trying to keep a straight face, you fixed your gaze on the book in your hand. Yet you couldn’t help the twitch your mouth gave as he stood right in front of you, folding his arms.

“Wow,” he breathed through clenched teeth. You looked up.

“Real mature of you,” he said in a baby’s voice. It sounded like he pronounced everything through his nose. You made an effort not to start crackling right then.

“Well, one of us had to be, right?”

“Yeah. And giving me the baby voice makes you the adult.”

“I’d think so, yes.” You said brushing his hair. They were surprisingly soft. James glared at you.

“I don’t like you.” He squeaked as you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought we already established that. I don’t like you either boy,” You said, letting out a laugh.

-♡♡♡-

Adjusting your cap, you pulled your books closer to you. It was like everyone was staring at you. Specifically how stupid you looked. A whistle caught your attention. James, it had to be. When you turned towards the sound, you were sadly proved right.

“I like your cap,” he commented, clicking his tongue.

“Geez. Thank you. Just bought it,” you said, threateningly. Take one step James, I dare you; you thought. He didn’t get the message.

“I wonder how it would look on me,” he said, taking a step towards you. You hissed.

“Sorry, not gonna let you borrow it,” you tried to say in a normal tone, but it came out quite high pitched. James dared to grin.

“What if I just…” he said, coming closer as you took a step back, glowering at him in a warning. Not that he took it. He snatched the cap from your head as the long white hair fell. They reached your feet.

“James, give it back,” you warned and he put it on his head.

“Nope,” he said, his eyes full of mischief. You hesitated at his expression, he looked as candid as a child. Maybe you never noticed it, his hair fell round in pretty curls, framing his face. James winked, making you break out of your reverie.

“I think,” he said thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to keep this cap with me, I quite like it. If you want it back, you’re gonna have to take it from me.”

James took a step back as your eyes dilated. He turned around and started sprinting in that direction.

“James!” you shouted, chasing him.

People around you bolted aside, gasping at the scene. A ghostly white-haired student chasing after James as he chortled. It had been going for quite some time and everyone wondered who would win. Few in the favour of James, who had been pranking ever since he set foot in Hogwarts; a few for you since you were a Slytherin and Slytherins never lose. Others just shook their heads, wishing they would get it over with already the cat and mouse game was becoming rather tiring. No one however had the courage to raise their opinions out loud, lest they got involved in the prank war.

-♡♡♡-

“James," you said calmly, though the atmosphere made you anything but. Thick hot fumes rose from all around you making beads of sweat form on your forehead. "James, this doesn’t go in. We have to stir it first.”

“Why don’t you do it then? Little miss know-it-all” he snided. You looked at him fiercely. Slughorn had paired the two of you together for the next project and it couldn’t be more of a disaster. Only if he could just listen.

“I would if you let me,” you pointed out, finally taking over the shared pot. James watched you take a few breaths before starting to work on the potion. Muttering for ingredients from him now and then, you stirred the concoction. Soon, it started to show the exact signs given in their books.

James couldn't help but stare at you as you worked, humming to yourself all the while. You seemed cute like that, bending over the book, occasionally muttering to yourself. His face heated up when you caught his gaze. Luckily he could blame it on the heat.

“Could you cut some beetroots for me?” you asked, ignoring the way he flushed. James nodded, chopping them to the required amount. The two of you finished up fairly swiftly after that.

"So," you started after Slughorn left. He had commented on your work and applauded you both. Happiness was evident from the smiles on your faces. "Library at 4?"

James grinned, giving you a thumbs up. He packed up his stuff before turning to leave. You couldn't help but stare at his retreating figure, thinking, maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Shrugging, you shook away the thought and went your own way. There were things you had to get done that day.

-♡♡♡-

As time passed, the thought started becoming more predominant. He wasn't so bad, your mind reminded you time and time again. The more you started to know James, the more you believed in it. Constant teasing and bickering wasn’t something that became unheard of between the two of you. But it was more lighthearted now… almost as if you were friends crackling over a shared joke. James had somehow caught your eye again, in a completely different way.

It seemed you were noticing new things about him, like how he didn’t look at you with hatred. Come to think of it, was it even ever ‘hate’? Yet there was something soft about the way he gazed at you now, gentle even— you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had come to enjoy his goofy personality, the smile he gave when his eyes were light with mischief. Knowing where these musings led, you had tried your best to beat them down. What was it that you did not try? Remembering every single detail that made you despise him once, all those times your blood boiled at the prank he pulled but nothing— nothing ever worked and your heart still fluttered every time he complimented you.

Was it that bad an idea though? Liking James?

You shivered, pulling your sweater closer to you. Walking had failed to heat your body the way it always did and you reckoned that your deliberation also had something to do with that. It wasn’t about you liking him, your mind prompted, it was about whether he could feel the same way. And if you knew something, you knew that you couldn’t take the answer to be no. The skip in your step halted, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips.

Path to the library couldn’t have been more daunting. That was until you saw James and Lily around the corner. Talking, laughing, and standing too close to be called friends. Evans, the one girl James was head over heels for, the one girl you never paid attention to much.

It was like the final shoe dropping. James and you didn’t like each other. People knew that you did as well. It was time you believed it too. Your stomach twisted up at the sight, your mood souring. You turned, walking away.

“Oi!” James called out to you, apologizing to the students he bumped into. You brisked forward, hoping to make it to your dorm. It didn’t work, James ran to catch up with you. Damn his long legs.

“Stop fucking running,” he huffed on reaching you. “Where are you going? We have a study session. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I was heading to the library but you and Evans seemed quite busy, so I thought against it,” you said, albeit aggressively. Jealousy was never a good color.

“We were just talking for a moment,” James explained. “I want us to complete the project first though.”

He looked at you, confused. It was hard controlling your anger right then. You couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped your lips.

“Of course,” you said in a temper. “The faster we finish up the project, the faster you can get rid of me, right? Because you don’t like me.”

James’ smile dropped. Sadness gave way to rage. Of course, you still thought that even after all the time he spent with you.

“Yeah. I don’t like you,” he hissed, gritting his teeth. “So let’s complete the project, shall we? To get rid of each other?”

You looked away. It was the last thing you wanted to hear. You yearned for him to tell you otherwise, to apologize for his words, and to reassure you that it wasn’t so. That you two were something. Friends, companions, anything but this. Yet the bigger part of you told you that he was right. And you were nothing to him.

“Yeah, sure.”

-♡♡♡-

The following study session was tense. You two never worked quietly. Jokes, laughs, and incessant chatter filled the air when you were together. James had regretted his words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He watched your expression fall and a wall build up around you. Your eyes hadn’t met his since. It ate him up. Somehow he didn’t know how to break the bubble he created.

He hated seeing you close off to him.

You heaved a sigh checking the last lines you’d written and then looked at the clock. It had been two hours.

“I think we should stop. There are just two pages left, we can do them tomorrow and you’ll be free,” you said, packing up your things. James opened and closed his mouth as you picked up your bag.

“Hey, wait!” he said as you turned towards him.

“I didn’t mean to, “ James started, but you cut him off.

“James, it’s alright,” you said, taking a deep breath blinking away the tears that emerged. “I understand. You don’t like me, I don’t like you and we’re stuck together for some time. You don’t have to apologize for that.”

James sucked in a breath. That wasn’t right. At all.

“But—“

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you,” a voice came and you shifted to see Elodie. You looked over at James, whose eyes pleaded you to stop. But you couldn’t.

You left the library, walking towards your friend leaving behind the boy who stood transfixed at his spot. Why did he feel like he was losing everything? He grudgingly moved his feet towards the common room, your thoughts plaguing his mind. James heard a shout behind him, twisting to see Lily jog up to him.

“James, I was wondering,” she began biting her lip. “Maybe we could sneak out for some butterbeers today? It’s freezing and the snow looks heavenly.”

James found himself shaking his head. His mood was far too spoiled for anything.

“Not today, Lily,” he answered. “I’m tired.”

“Oh, I meant it as a date, you know?” Lily added hopefully. James considered her for a moment. It was everything he had wished for years. Yet he couldn’t feel the happiness that should have come with it. He wanted, no— he needed someone else, someone who made him far giddier. He needed you.

It was like a bolt striking him. He had never been so sure of anything else. Unable to keep the grin off his face, he spoke his next words in a rush.

“Lily, I’m sorry but I can’t,” he shouted, sprinting towards the dungeons. Running through the rather empty corridors he saw the snow which coated the grounds. His breath came out in puffs as he urged himself to move faster. He stopped when something caught his eye. You. Standing out in the snow, looking at the sky with a smile.

Moving towards you, he conjured up a snowball and threw it on your back. Your eyes widened in shock as you jumped, looking towards him.

“What now James?” you snapped.

He conjured up yet another ball and threw it at you. Your eyes grew larger and you glared at him.

“I wanted to say something,” he said as you conjured up a ball and threw it at him in response. He hissed at the icy sensation.

“Then say it.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you,” he said, throwing a snowball at you as your teeth clattered at the sensation. You threw a snowball in return, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Then stop acting as you do.”

He threw yet another ball at you.

“You make me act like that,” he stated. You threw a huge one in response.

“I make you act like an idiot?”

“Yes, you drive me crazy,” he said, throwing some snow at you as you grunted.

“Then why don’t you leave me alone?” you huffed as he threw yet another ball at you, making you cough and splutter.

“Because I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked, throwing a ball at him.

“Because I can’t leave the best thing that happened to me,” he said, making you stop. You stalked towards him and poked his chest with every word you spoke.

“I'm the best thing that happened to you? What is this? Some kind of sick prank? You don’t even like me,” you sobbed, frustrated and angry. That was how he made you feel. Everything all at once. James didn’t know how to answer you so he just took your hand away and cupped your cheek with his other one, leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes fell shut as feeling his lips against yours. You grabbed his shirt pulling him closer feeling his arms tighten around your hips, sucking his bottom lip. When you pulled away you both caught your breath.

“I promise those are the truest words I’ve ever said,” he whispered, his hair messier than usual. He cradled your face, pressing his lips against your forehead. You crossed your arms.

“I still don’t like you,” you said in faux anger. James let out a teary chuckle.

“I don’t like you either,” he replied, smiling.

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ja3minz · 4 years ago

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warnings. fem!reader, voyeurism, public fingering, light humiliation and manipulation kink, finger sucking. ment. jeno, renjun, hyuck.

this was wrong.

this was so very wrong, and you knew it. there was this churning feeling in the pit of your stomach, a stinging sensation in the base of your thumbs that told that you were doing something terribly immoral.

well...you weren’t the one doing it. technically.

the metaphorical devil on your shoulder tried to reason, and you made a small, annoyed noise to yourself. two long fingers had practically made their home inside of your core; index stroking your sensitive bundle of nerves slowly but it was still enough to put you in a haze.

you squeezed your thighs shut, puffs of hot breath leaving your lips in quick succession. the culprit only hummed in response, a shameless grin spreading over his face, brown eyes glinting with what could only be described as playful defiance. na jaemin had you exactly where he wanted you.

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” jaemin whispered, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “such pretty little noises you’re making for me.”

you whined in response, and you sounded so meek and submissive; you hated it. you never once in your wildest dreams thought that jaemin of all people, the boy who just a day ago was happily introducing himself to your parents, would be the one to have you in such a predicament. cuddled up on the couch with him, a throw blanket rested over both of you, while jeno and renjun sat mere inches away from you.

there was a part of you that remembered growing up with nct dream, watching them walk their path to achieving their dreams of becoming idols. you remembered meeting jeno and jaemin back when they were in the mickey mouse club, all of you in the same age range with goals of making it big.

so, the fact that you were inside of their dorms being fingered by their best friend and bandmate while they were supposed to be watching movies almost felt sacrilegious.

but you didn’t dare tell jaemin to stop.

so he continued, index finger lazily massaging your soaking wet core as if nothing was happening. he even managed to keep a straight face, staring at the screen and turning to crack jokes with jeno every so often. he wasn’t even blushing! how the hell was that fair at all?

you were filled with so much shame, and yet at the same time the thrill of being touched so explicitly right in front of people made your heart race.

every time his fingers would dip to gather some of your essence, teasing at your begging hole, it would take every ounce of you not to scream. you wanted to drop to your knees and beg him to just fuck you stupid, right in front of everyone. you wanted him to go faster, you wanted his mouth on you, you wanted his hands all over you.

goddamnit, you just wanted to cum.

“nngh...t-tease…” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. jaemin only chuckled softly in response, other hand rested on your thigh; fingers drawing patterns over the expanse of it. “but you sound so cute.” he giggled against your ear, kissing your cheek. “you’re so good for me, doll, you’re doing so good.”

to the naked eye, jaemin was just being overly affectionate. which was in his nature truly, so jeno and renjun didn’t bat an eyelash at him canoodling with you the way he was. if only they knew what magic his fingers were working underneath that throw blanket.

“should i let you cum right here? hm?”

panic began to rise through your chest as jaemin picked up his speed, he kept an eye on his friends, index finger rubbing your clit in quick circles; or as quick as he could do without getting caught. you dug your fingers into the flesh of his arm, whimpering softly as you shut your eyes to try to focus. you were trying your absolute best not to let your thighs tremble, but it was useless at this point.

“jaem, no...n-not here. please, not here.” you pleaded with him, voice a broken whisper. jaemin hummed, his middle finger slipping inside of you before you could stop him.

you inhaled sharply, which caused jeno and renjun to turn to look at you. “you okay?” renjun tilted his head at you and you scrambled to come up with an excuse, nodding your head rigorously.

“yeah! i’m okay! i, uh. i just...accidentally scratched myself too hard. g-gotta cut my nails later.”

renjun narrowed his eyes at you for a moment before nodding, seemingly buying it, and you felt like your heart was gonna come tumbling out of your ass at any minute.

jaemin giggled again, nibbling on your earlobe. “nice save, baby. you’re adapting well.” he teased, and you were so angry you wanted to scream. as a ‘reward’ he curled his middle finger inside of you and you were losing your mind.

you bit down on your lip so hard it hurt, head falling and resting on his chest. “please...please please please please…” you whispered.

“shh shh. c’mon, baby, you can handle it.” jaemin whispered into your ear. “you’re doing so good. so good, my baby, you’re gonna earn your orgasm. i’ll make you feel so good.”

you bit back another whimper, eyes falling shut again as you tried to calm yourself as best as you could. you felt like one more prod was going to send you right over the edge. “nana...i c-can’t…”

“you can.”

jaemin’s voice was dark and demanding, and it made you shiver. “sit still.”

minutes went by, and they felt like hours. the movie had finished and the boys had a long conversation about how boring it was for it to have been a horror movie; you were unable to contribute much as you weren’t paying much attention to it to begin with.

the plan was to order food and watch something significantly better, which in jeno’s mind was some obscure murder mystery he had found on netflix. jeno had left to go to the bathroom, renjun getting up to make popcorn and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“jaem, for fuck’s sake.” you finally burst out, whimpering and whining as you buried your face in his chest. “you’re so fucking mean, i hate you.”

jaemin laughed as he slid a second finger into you, surveying the area and making sure the coast was clear before curling both fingers and ramming them into you with such speed you were sure you were going to pass out. after at least an hour of slow teasing, the sudden onslaught of pleasure was almost over stimulating. you threw your head back, eyebrows furrowing and eyes crossing while your thighs instinctively shut around his hand. it was too much for you, so much that you began to try and squirm away from him only to have jaemin give your thighs a firm slap.

“keep them open.”

“n-no, you’re gonna...m-make me…”

“that’s the plan.” jaemin glanced up again, making sure to keep a lookout. “if you don’t cum before they get back, you’re gonna have to wait another hour or more. possibly until they fall asleep, which could take all night. you’re very impatient so i know you don’t want that.”

oh, god you hated time limits.

you were sure you had, at best, 30 seconds or less before jeno or renjun returned. the last thing you wanted was to be caught mid orgasm by either of them. what would they think of you? their friend reduced to some disgusting little whore being fingered on their expensive couch?

something about that turned you on so much more, though. the adrenaline of trying not to be caught, chasing your orgasm as fast as you could. “you’d better hurry…” jaemin sounded almost sing-songy in your ear, fingers still fucking into you at speed your brain couldn’t comprehend. with the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit, you were melting into his arms.

you stuffed your fingers into your mouth in a feeble attempt to keep yourself quiet enough that they wouldn’t hear but your poor brain was fried, all you could think of was jaemin and how good his fingers felt inside of you.

‘fuck, i have to cum now. i need it, i need it so bad. they’re gonna see me, fuck. oh, god, they’re going to catch me. this is so fucked, they’ll never see me the same if they catch me. they’ll think im such a slut, i have to hurry!’

suddenly your jaw went slack, the burning knot in the pit of your stomach finally unraveling. there was an explosion of white, followed by splotches of every other color in the rainbow as you convulsed in his arms. you found yourself biting down on jaemin’s collarbone as you hid your face in the crook of his neck trying not to scream while he cooed in your ear.

“theeere she is. that’s my girl, i knew you could do it. i knew you could hold out for me, baby. fuck, you’re so beautiful, that’s it. thaaat’s it, fuck my hand. god, you’re amazing.”

you whined desperately, trying to push his arm away as he continued to rub at your over sensitive clit. your chest was heaving, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes and then you heard footsteps. jeno had returned first.

he sighed, sliding his phone back into his pocket before glancing around the room; locking eyes with you. you looked out of breath, panting in jaemin’s arms while he smiled down at you with a loving look in his eyes. “what the fuck are you two doing?” he asked bluntly with a laugh.

you startled, giggling nervously out of instinct. had he seen you? did he know what was going on?

“i showed her this funny video donghyuck sent me.” jaemin answered calmly, removing his fingers from their warm spot inside of you. “she started doing that thing where she laughs until she cries.”

god, he’s way too good at this.

you lifted a hand to wipe your tears and gave another giggle, playing along with his story. “the stupidest shit makes me laugh, it’s really awful.”

jeno scoffed a small laugh, falling down on the couch. “yeah, tell me about it. your humor’s so fucked, one weird sound and you’re giggling about it for weeks.”

‘home safe. god, how did i get out of this.’ you thought as he and jaemin delved into a conversation of stupid memes and how weird the internet’s humor had become.

renjun returned with popcorn and the food jeno had ordered, giving jaemin the chance to fully retrieve his hand as they had their backs turned. “messy girl.” he whispered to you, smirking as he showed you his two fingers coated in your juices.

you felt like your face was on fire, watching him dramatically encase his own fingers within his mouth; licking your cum clean off them before turning to grab the ramen he had ordered as if nothing had happened.

you started incredously at the back of his head, in utter shock at just how brazen your boyfriend truly is. you hated that you weren’t sure if you could control yourself the next time you were left alone with him. you were half considering taking him to the bathroom to take his cock into your mouth and give him a taste of his own medicine.

you decided to keep your composure, though. trembling hands reaching for the peach flavored drink you ordered while jaemin practically burst with pride when renjun began to tease you for your shaking hands.

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bakubub · 3 years ago

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favourite time of year

w/c: 1.2k

written for @kal0psi-a 's halloween collab

folding the sticky dough carefully, just as the recipe instructed, i try my best to ignore the itching in my nose in a feeble attempt to stay concentrated, but give up when it starts to irritate my eyes.

"eughh, because of you there's flour in my nose," i complain to my boyfriend, who has his chin hooked over my shoulder and very heavily leaning over me.

"hey, don't complain! have you seen my hair?" he asks, stretching his neck to show me. sure enough, his hair is more white than it is black. i rake my hand through it before he can say anything, my dough covered hands clumping his hair together as an avalanche of flour sprinkles all over my chest.

he screeches, jumping back from me and i quickly use this chance to start running, because based on previous incidents, there's a 90% chance he will chase me relentlessly.

his cough from across the kitchen halts my escape plan, "are you happy now? i have flour in my nose too," he complains.

i watch in amusement as a cloud of flour puffs around him in the shape of a mushroom as he sneezes heavily, looking quite literally like a cartoon character and quickly near him to snap a picture. this will do nicely for the autumn section in this year's album.

since we started dating, tetsuro and i have been taking photos of one another, which we organise into albums by year, separated by season. it started when he gave me an album on our first anniversary, now, 6 years later and married, putting together an album of the past year has become tradition. each season we do an activity that correlates with the vibe, and today, we're making pumpkin pie with halloween shape indents because really, what else comes to mind when you think of fall?

i laugh loudly at the photo i took, his face caught mid sneeze, and it seems to flick the switch deep within tetsuro that i thought i had flicked earlier, and his feline gaze snaps to mine, before lurching forward in an attempt to catch me. i move just in the nick of time and run to the other side of the bench. he chases me until we're playing cat and mouse around the bench like children, slowly stalking one another as the other makes it as though they're backtracking but running forward instead.

"give up, wicked witch!" he exclaims, putting his right hand on his heart and holding the other outwards as he closes his eyes, apparently overwhelmed with emotion, "it is i, prince tetsu-" in the midst of his theatrics, i move in for the kill. his need for dramatics is most definitely his achille's heel, i think as i stab him in the hip with my fingers, and he yelps, opening his eyes only to find the mouse catching the cat.

"and the wicked witch of fall wins!" i yell, jumping up and down, getting flour all over the hardwood floors.

"fine, this round goes to you. your reward? a magical kiss from your prince charming," he says, leaning in and halting my celebration.

"the prince kisses the witch? haven't heard this fairy-tale before," i mutter before he silences me by placing a soft but unhurried kiss on my lips. my hands automatically make their way around his neck, and i lean back slightly as his hands firmly hold my waist, providing protection and support even in a moment as miniscule as this. in the glow of the autumn sunset, painting our kitchen with a golden hue, with the man i love in front of me, everything is perfect. we break off, his forehead leaning on mine, neither of us moving away.

"this is our fairy-tale, with its own happy ending."

looking up, I'm met with his golden brown stare, the small specks of gold especially visible in this lighting, practically glowing. his white turtle neck hugging his form nicely, and his raven hair sprinkled with flour, i can't help but wonder if this is what we're going to be like in the future, when we've lived our lives, and grown old together; the only indication of our age being the salt and pepper hair, and the slightly more prominent lines around our eyes from spending a lifetime of smiling.

because that's how it would be, i think, to have tetsuro next to me for eternity, to smile and to laugh every day.

he has to kneel down considerably to reach my lips with his own, to rest his forehead on mine, but the look on his face and the emotion in his familiar, beautiful eyes reflect nothing but comfort and content, genuine even as he says stupid and cliché things. in a way, he’s promising me nothing but a life full of the music of our happiness.

"i love you, witch," he whispers, as if afraid to ruin the moment by speaking.

i kiss him again, before pulling out my secret weapon and dumping more flour over his head. "love you too, prince!" i screech as i run away. i hear his chuckles as he chases after me, muttering empty promises of revenge just as he did before, and every other time, and hopefully, if my luck holds out, every time after.

---

"okay, nod gonna lie, dis ith really goo-dh" i say, speaking with a mouth full of the pumpkin pie we finally got around to baking.

i watch him snap a photo of me, smiling through my full mouth, knowing full well i have pie all over my mouth and teeth.

“you’ve never looked better, babe,” he says, chuckling, before trying it himself, moaning through his full mouth, "oh mhy gohd." i roll my eyes as he continues, "baby, thth is fudding amathing," he says, taking another, and then another bite.

“slow it down, moron. you’re going to choke and the wicked witch is going to have to ruin her comfy position to give you the heimlich,” i say, my legs crossed on the carpeted floor with my feet nice and warm in my thick panda bear socks.

“how abouth we sthip straighd to the kith of life?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows with a mouth full of pie.

"how about you shuffle the cards, prince? i'll pick a movie," i suggest, or rather order, raising my brows. he salutes sarcastically as he sets down his plate and goes to get our worn out deck of uno cards.

"i thought you were a witch, not a princess," he mutters once he swallows his pie.

"actually, i married the prince so that legally makes me a princess. c'mon tetsuro," i say, pressing play on a random comedy to play in the background.

with the fireplace going under the television, and our pumpkin spice and cinnamon candles lit, the room is cozy, warm and calm.

that is until tetsuro yells his profanities about me placing a 2+ on his 4+.

"THAT'S NOT ALLOWED! YOU CAN ONLY PLACE A 4+ ON TOP OF A 4+"

"since WHEN?! THIS WASN'T THE RULE LAST WEEK!" i scream back, refusing to back down. i am not picking up four cards. "i would never cheat. unlike YOU," i accuse, shoving another fork full of the pie into my mouth in defiance.

he dramatically gasps shoving a fork full of pie into his own mouth, and glares at me. i glare right back, both of us wordlessly agreeing that whoever loses the staring competition loses the uno argument. ignoring the burning in my eyes, i keep my expression neutral as i watch the tears building up in tetsuro's lashline, his right eye twitching and turning slightly red.

"YES!" i scream as he blinks, wiping his eyes and sighing dramatically before beginning to pick up six cards, unable to come up with an excuse.

i laugh mercilessly and we continue the game, which i ended up winning after he picked up another 12 cards, flashing me the 'please have mercy on me' eyes every time he reached for the deck.

"you really are a wicked little witch aren't you?" he mutters as he gets up. i snort in response, eating the last of my pie.

"i wanna another slice," he announces. "you want?" nodding eagerly, i give him my plate.

"i want a slice with a bat," i call out, referring to the misshapen shapes we cut out on the top layer of the pie.

when he came back, he halted at the door as he silently watches me set up face masks and mani-pedi equipment on the coffee table, the entire pie tray with two forks, instead of two slices, in his hands. i raised my eyebrows, and he mirrors my expression towards my makeshift salon on the floor of our living room.

we both shrug and he comes and sits next to me, picking up a face mask packet and reading the description.

"ooh! aloe vera!"

that's how we ended up watching shitty comedies all night with white face masks on and stomachs stuffed with pie.

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laying in bed my head resting on tetsuro's shoulder and my hand rhythmically stroking his hair, i bask in the feeling of comfort and my mind being stress free. shielded from the cold night with a million blankets and the massive man sleeping next to me, with my especially cold, numb feet tucked under his thigh, i match my breathing with his easily as i follow after him into a deep slumber.

because that's what the season of autumn is about, really. taking it easy after the adventurous months that were spring and summer, to rewind and become a home-bug again as the weather cools down. and these moments with tetsuro?

these moments are what makes this my favourite time of year.

ahhh this was so, so fun!! special thanks to @/kal0psi-a for organising this entire collab <3

#2021 fall collab #collab event #collab #haikyu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x gn!reader #kuroo comfort #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo tetsuro #fall 2021

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anonymous asked :

Hii! I love your writing so much 🥰 I was wondering if you could write something for Brahms Mikey Jesse & Thomas (and maybe poly!ghostface if you feel like?) when their pacifist soft s/o who they never kill in front of kisses their hands after they kill to protect her? I need some fluff in my life . Thank you!!

brahms

you knew brahms was a complicated man . prone to kindness , clinging to you constantly , begging for attention . prone to tantrums , destroying everything in his path , making the walls shake with his fury . prone to love , petting your hair , your face , whispering desperate words of affection . you never wanted to admit it , unable to think too long about how brahms was also very prone to violence . you were lucky , you’d heard of what happened in the heelshire manner before moving in . about a man being slaughtered , a nanny attacked and chased around like cat and mouse with the cat having an unfair advantage . you knew there were murders reported when people broke in . you knew brahms was capable . but you wer lucky . you never experienced it first hand .

the man must have been drunk . must have thought no one lived in the house despite the fact you put effort into making it look lived in . he must have been confused . that’s what you wanted to think when you heard the kitchen door be busted in . you made a mistake of not running to hide . no , you went to see what happened . it seemed you were just as unexpected as the intruder was , because he paused before taking after you like a bat out of hell , yelling and waving a wrench in his hand . you’d screamed , and brahms had nearly fallen as he clamored through the walls to seek you out .

brahms wasted no time in coming out of the walls , taking in the scene of some grimy intruder about to bring a wrench down on your prone form . he saw red . chest heaving and blood thundering in his ears as he ripped the wrench out of the man’s hands and used it to beat against the man’s skull . the intruder tried to put up a fight , he even tried reaching out to you for help , but you were too wide eyed , watching as brahms violently ended this man’s life for breaking into his home , for hurting his significant other . there was no mercy . and when brahms was sure that the man had breathed his last , he looked to you . and you saw no remorse in his eyes for the kill .

the adrenaline coursing through him had him forgetting your distaste for gore and violence . he just needed to know you were okay . he thought you might flinch , might cry . but instead you took his outstretched hands and bought them to your face . kissing over his knuckles as tears finally fell . brahms pulled you into a tight embrace , hushing you as you spilled out your thank yous , i love yous , i was so scared . he’d dispose of the mess later . right now you needed him . and he needed you .

michael

michael has never killed in front of you . there’s never been a reason to . you’re always at home , at work , at school , somewhere he isn’t when he’s destroying and ending lives . the most you see is a bloody knife in your kitchen and filthy clothes in the hamper . you don’t like it , hating to think about those who lost their life to michael’s blood lust . you know you’re lucky to have never seen it . to only deal with the smallest of traces of the destruction he leaves .

it’s a nice evening for a walk . work was running late , and so you stayed extra . and after such a long shift , you were excited to get home and hopefully find michael sitting on the couch . maybe he’d tolerate you leaning on him as you forget the stresses of the day . you don’t notice you’re being followed . maybe it’s due to you being lost in your own little world . maybe it’s due to the fact you’ve gotten used to the feeling of being watched by micahel that it just slips your mind completely . but you do feel the head of a gun shove into your back as a hand wraps around your mouth .

there’s a demand that you give up your money or else . the gun digging in your back painfully as gloved hands squeeze your jaw hard . another demand , a near desperate shout for your any and everything in your bag . and then you feel the man press against you , a weak strained noise leaving him , something thick and warm dripping down the back of your neck and over your shoulders . the weight of the man get’s heavy , and then he falls to the side , gargling on his own blood , twitching and wide eyed as he stairs at the sky .

you turn so fast you almost fall , taking a few steps back only to meet michael’s gaze . a kitchen knife in his hand , wet and dripping crimson . he watches you for a moment . daring you to run . and you do , but not away from him , to him . he lets you wrap your arms around him chest , sobbing as you cling to him . michael allows the contact until you even your breathing . you want to stay and cling to him , fingers in a white knuckle grip on his jumpsuit . you just saw him kill and yet you still stay . because you love him . because despite everything , you know at least some small part of him might love you to .

jesse

he has enemies . he knows this . he’s rich and powerful and a murderer . he’s bound to have a few outside forces trying to come down on him . jesse had never thought , however , that this enemy would come from within . preston was a wanna be . he’d been trying to frame himself as the new , better chromeskull . he’d been added to jesse’s shit list the moment the man found out , making the other rush off into hiding and prepare for the inevitable . and preston … preston thought he was smart . thought he could make jesse suffer . he thought he could take you away from him . preston had never been so wrong .

he’d taken you . taken you with threats to torture you . the fury inside of jesse was untamed . preston thought he was so smart , but jesse was smarter . he found the little hide away without any difficulty . always sloppy and so easy to track . preston was pathetic . and jesse would be doing the world a fucking favor by ending his life .

he’d never wanted to drag you into this world . he wanted you free from it . but here you were , tapped to a chair , tears streaming down your face . preston was smug as he watched you , not noticing the gleam of chrome behind him . not realizing that jesse was here , close . he didn’t notice until jesse squatted down and cut through his Achilles tendon in one deep slash . the larger man was quick to disarm preston , using the knife he’d been holding to stab through his hand with so much force it settled into the floor . jesse hand’t wanted you to see this side of him . but it open for you . jesse’s heart set on one thing and one thing only . dismembering and torturing this betrayer of trust and kidnapper of his love . it slow and agonizing , and you had to close your eyes and look away , unable to take the scene . but when the screaming stopped you looked back , seeing the way jesse’s broad shoulders shook and his head titled back .

you made a noise , and it drew his attention . he was on you in and instant . cutting you free and tugging at tap , even if it hurt , he wanted it off of you . before he could sign anything you were tugging him in , pushing his chrome mask off his face and kissing him , asking if he was okay , telling him how worried you were about him . he couldn’t help but bring you in close , bloodstained , gloved hands ridding up your shirt . you’d seen him at his truest , and yet you worried for him instead of yourself . he couldn’t ever let you go now .

thomas

the meat had got out . high on adrenaline and fear , the girl had somehow used her bloody wrists to wiggle out of her restraints . thomas has roared with fury when he saw her missing . grabbing his chainsaw as he quickly stomped upstairs . he needed to find and end them before they had a chance to retaliate against his family .

he was panting , looking for blood trails to lead him in the right direction when he heard you scream . his heart stopped for half a second as fear and rage flooded him . they had you . they would hurt you , take you away . he couldn’t lose you . he could’t .

the woman was clawing at you , sobbing as she dug her jagged nails into your skin , you tried to crawl away , tried to push her off , panic flooding you . soon her begs became screeches of betrayal as she realized you were one of those monsters who had killed her friends . her hands balled into fists and she raised them , bringing them down on you were she could . she didn’t get more than two hits in before tommy brought the chainsaw down on her , tearing into her back and through her spine , splattering the both of you in blood .

thomas kicked away the corpse , dropping the chainsaw as he looked down at you . fear in his eyes as he panted . he wanted to reach out , to hold you . but how could he ? you saw him kill . you would think he was a monster . and he deserved it for not tying the meat up tighter . for not just killing the meat right off the bat .

you can only look up at thomas , trying to calm your breathing .the fear and self hate in his eyes . the utter loneliness … you’re shaky on your feet , walking towards him . taking his hands in yours and kissing over his palms . he can’t help the sob that falls from his lips as he presses his forehead to your shoulder . and you can’t help that you press his hands over your heart , showing him you’re okay . it’s okay . every things okay .

billy & stu

the boys are possessive and protective . they don’t like when people try to step in on their territory . it’s not you they don’t trust . it’s them . and there is only so much they can take before they snap . so it’s no surprise that they do . they don’t have their gear . but they do have a pick pocketed pocket knife and rage , and that will just have to do the trick . they don’t have time plan , they only have time to act . because that drunken bastard hasn’t left you alone all night , and he decided it would be find to just fucking grab at you despite you telling him to stop .

they gang up on you , putting themselves between you and the drunken bitch fuck who was trying to grind on you . they don’t want you to see , one of them backing you up , while the other all but guts the bastard in a swift motion , careful not to get blood on them . it happens so fast , the screaming , the boys acting shocked , the sudden need to rush outside , to leave the bar and sneak away . stu blocks you from view , billy leading the three of you to a gas station . with and outdoor bathroom .

they shove you in , billy washing the blood off his hands and trying to clean out the sink the best he can . stu trying to keep you from looking , but it’s too late . you can put it all together . and you’re wide eyed as you look between your boys . the looks in there eyes show you that there is a secret they’ve been hiding . something dark , something they’re scared of you finding out . and as you watch their faces everything falls into place .

this isn’t how they wanted you to find out . they didn’t want you to find out . even if they both knew that with time you would . and here in a shitty public bathroom their secret became exposed . they wait for your response . teetering on the edge of fear and rejection . when you take their hands in your own . raising them to your cheeks and give them that soft smile , they feel relieved . and you’re next words , accepting and concerned for them have them both laughing and pulling you in for kisses . just stay safe , for me .

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