#yes she's his little crazy feral puppy

[nananarc-vp]

his little rabid dog

[angelofsmalldeaath]

Hiii, same anon that requested the bath time with Andrew here…I loved it so much, thank you for taking the time to write it!!

I don’t want to bother you with requests and all but I just came with this concept/idea and felt the need to share it with you.

Andrew is a big dog lover (we have proof of that) and so is his s/o. They have Elwood from time to time but after he returns to his parents the house feels different so they adopt a new dog. After a few weeks, his s/o thinks that another one won’t hurt them…Andrew thinks otherwise. She doesn’t listen to him and brings another dog to the house. The man can’t say no to her so they live happily with two furry friends. But that’s not the end, she keeps seeing dogs around the property and brings them with her. She tries to find good houses/owners that could keep them but some doggies are too old or very wounded so she prefers to keep them around. Andrew has been on tour for the majority of the last adoptions 😅 and when he gets home he founds his s/o with the two “��original”” dogs and three more. He witness how she bakes something and the dogs are around her keeping her company…making his heart melt at the same time he accepts she’s going to keep them coming and he’s not that mad about it 🥺❤️

Sorry this is so long!! You don’t have to write it or anything, I would love if you do but please don’t feel pressured to…I just needed to share!

oh my god!!! my heart!! 😭

i tweaked this a little and this is much shorter since this is only a continuation of your ask, hope you like it tho!!

cw: very brief mentions of animal cruelty but absolutely nothing in detail

he comes home to an unexpected dog barking at him.

he knows their dogs know him, they would never do that—but this is not "their" dog. and before he can say anything, she comes running out the door, smiling sheepishly, guilt written all over her face.

"sir meatball!" she scolds him gently and the old dog whines like a puppy would, all sweet and gentle and nuzzling her leg. she pats his head.

"sir meatball?" he asks, about to say something more when another (unfamiliar once again) dog comes running out. this one's bigger than the last, this one's got crazy eyes and a loud bark and an almost feral face when she crouches down and scratches his head.

like magic the dog calms down and yips—chirpy little puppy yips that sound so odd coming from a dog his size.

"and this is bruce," she says, wringing her hands.

"bruce and sir meatball," he raises an eyebrow, utterly clueless. "have i...did i come back to some alternate universe?"

"no i..." she scrunches her eyes shut, shaking her head. "right, i have a good reason, i promise!"

"oh no..."

"oh yes!"

and then he has no choice really...he leaves his bags by the door, follows her inside and settles on the settee, waiting for this explanation, trying to maintain a poker face (which does freak her out a little bit more and makes her ramble before she can launch into a proper explanation.)

"so i found sir meatball—and i didn't name him, it was on his collar—abandoned. i called the number too and talked to the most vile man ever," her face twists into an expression of disgust and he tries to hide a smile. "the man, ugh, the man said, and i quote 'you can keep him for all i care, my son don't want a useless, fat, old dog anymore.' can you imagine?! he's not useless! he's a sweetheart!"

he tries not to show it on his face, but his heart melts then. "and bruce?"

"he's a rescue, from a dog fighting ring—"

"why were you at a dog fighting ring?!"

"i wasn't!" she protests, "someone at work told me about him, they rescued him and couldn't keep him and he needed a loving home and i couldn't let him go back to the shelters! they would have put him down for being 'too aggressive'. he's not, he's a sweetheart too, i prom—"

"darling, breathe..." he moves to sit next to her, places a hand on her knee in an effort to calm her down. "i—"

"you won't make me send them to other families, will you?"

her eyes are huge, shiny too like she's three seconds away from bursting into tears and oh if he were even capable of saying no to her in the first place, that one expression...that would have got him.

"i won't," he sighs, "of course not, baby, i'd never do that."

"i love you, i love you, i love you," she hugs him tightly, mumbling i love yous and thank yous until he laughs and hugs her back. the she pulls away and bites her lip. "there's lila too...she's a little shy..."

"oh god, have you adopted an actual child?"

"no!" she giggles, "lila is a golden retriever, she's very old but she's so shy. she's loves our first two dogs though. they're probably in the backyard. do you want to meet them?"

he sighs deeply, closes his eyes for a long minute. "do i have a choice?"

she doesn't answer...she just grabs his hands and pulls him off the settee. and without asking any more questions, he simply follows.

[distorted59]

I need Danish Gremlin Lars headcanons so bad right now plsssss

Hi!!! first of all, I'm sorry it took a little while, hope you enjoy!! <3 and again, thanks for asking!

Loves it when you play with his hands! we all know this man has incredible hands, esp with all that tape around his fingers, lord have mercy.

Would absolutely love to teach you to play the drums

He WOULD tease you with his drumsticks, i fucking know it, this man is a kinky mf.

Like, he would slide one over the inside of your thigh and the other one over your neck and breasts. 

THE TAPE AROUND HIS FINGERS STAYS ON!!! (need i say more)

He’d whisper sweet things to you in Danish, whenever he’s proud of you or when he tells you he loves you. 

ALSO, during sex???? and he’d go all crazy cus it all just feels so, so good???

I feel like he’s quite dominant, maybe in his early years (‘81-‘84) he’d be a little bendable (not literally, but who knows?). But, in the 90’s he’d be FERAL.

Like I said earlier, I feel like he’s a kinky mf. Exhibitionism, he likes to get freaky in public. He loves getting praised, he wants to hear how good he is at something. Pleasing you, playing drums, cooking, mowing the fucking lawn. He doesn’t mind, please fulfill his ego.

Small dick, but the energy is BIG.

Has stamina for DAYZZZZ!!!

He would fuck you on his drumset, i can just imagine him eating you out and hitting the kickdrum while doing so. (IM SORRY I HAD TO)

I feel like early 80’s Lars is a real sweetheart, maybe still a little shy but definitely runs his mouth. 90’s Lars has no fucking filter, he’s cocky, arrogant, gets whatever he wants and takes whatever he wants. 

Loves to just be around you, showing you he’s here. You’d watch him and the boys rehearse and he would squeeze your hand or your thigh, flashing you small smiles and giving you kisses here and there. 

“You still with us, darling?” He squeezes your thigh, smiling with those adorable dimples of his. 

"Hm?" You dozed off a little, but his fingers sliding to the inside of your thigh keep you very awake. 

“Are you enjoying watching us, babe?” Lars grins.

“Oh, yeah.” You nod. “You’re doing great, baby.” 

“You think so?” He smirks proudly, his fingers tracing circles over your soft skin. “You like watching me play?” 

“Mhm.” You hum and smile down at his hand. Already knowing what you two will be doing later. 

He would take you to Denmark, showing you his hometown and places he went to as a kid. His childhood home (which is now a fertility clinic I believe, lol) and his school, where he played tennis as a boy. 

He loves art so he would take you on little museum trips and years later to these auctions where he would sell the pieces from his home for millions of dollars, (SKOM docu).

Loves bragging to people about you. “My girl is great, she’s the prettiest woman i know.” and "Well, my girl loves playing the drums with me." <3

You know those bandanas he wore in the 80’s? Yeah, tying your wrists up with them or putting it in your mouth to prevent you from moaning too loud <3.

He is a little fruity tho. (so threesome with Kirk maybe? yes/no?)

Load/Reload era, this man wore some heavy eyeliner. I can see him asking you for a little help.

He’s in the bathroom, trying to figure out what the fuck to do here.

“Babe, could you help me out here?” He holds up the pencil and gives you puppy dog eyes. 

“With what, baby?” you walk into the bathroom and look at him, slight confusion written over your face. “Is that my eyeliner?” 

“It’s for the new album!” He protests. “We got a new look, ya know?”

“What, cutting your hair wasn’t enough?” You tease him and sit on the sink counter. 

You take the eyeliner from his hands and pull him closer by his shirt, you wrap your legs around his waist and make him look at you by holding his chin. 

“Okay, close your eyes.” 

He obliges and you softly apply the liner just above his lash line. He squints a little and breathes out through his nose. 

“Don’t move, baby.” You scold him. 

“Sorry, It feels a little weird.” a wide smile spreads on his face. 

“Look up for me.” 

He does what he tells you, looking at you before he looks up entirely. You apply some under his waterline, smudging the edges gently with your fingers. 

“All done, babe.” You kiss his lips softly. 

He smiles into the kiss and murmurs a “thank you” against your lips. He checks himself out in the mirror behind you and grins. 

“Wow, I look sexy!” 

“Larzy Poo” - James Hetfield, 2023

[dearspiritss]

2AM Thoughts on the Current Ghouls

Hear me out..

Mountain sits behind his drums the entire ritual, majority by himself, and everyone thinks that he wants to escape them. That he would want to walk around and entertain their thousands of fans just like Dew, Rain, and Phantom, but I think it’s the opposite. He enjoys the fact that he’s behind there by himself. This gives him a slight break from all of the chaos, it allows him to take out his frustrations and/or other emotions without causing harm to himself or others. He gets to observe everything as well, which he loves. The fans may go crazy over everyone else during the ritual, but they go insane for him at the end. People reaching out for his drumsticks gives him the only boost of confidence he needs.

The girls actually don’t mind their positions. Yeah, they do want to explore sometimes, but they’re content on where they are. Cumulus isn’t the biggest human fan, meanwhile Cirrus and Aurora are fascinated by them. Cirrus loves teasing and making the humans laugh during her Mummy Dust solo, and Aurora is in her own little world for the majority of the ritual. She has her fun at the end though, don’t worry.

Dew may act all big and tough, and oh so scary on stage, when in reality he’s the biggest cuddle bug you could ever come across. Yes, he loves watching his fans drool over him, but it can be a little much sometimes. As soon as they walk off stage, he’s glued to the person closest to him. He needs to recharge after working so hard to keep up his persona, and everyone is happy to oblige.

Shy little Rain is actually the slyest ghoul you’ll ever meet. His sweet and timid personality on stage is NOTHING compared to what he’s like offstage. He’s constantly found whispering teases into pointed ears. He’s also known to be somewhat petty, but I shall not discuss on that.

Phantom switches from confident and curious ghoul, to a timid demon-shaped puppy who just wants attention. Rituals wear him out quickly, he just wants to curl up into someone’s lap and get all the lovin’ he can take, but he’s just too shy to ask. Thankfully, Swiss completely understands and takes him into his bunk for a nice, long nap full of chin scratches and soft kisses to face. As soon as Swiss has his hands on him, he’s a purring puddle of ghoul.

Saved the best for last obv, Swiss. The horny, energetic, and feral ghoul of the bunch. While there are times he can be all of those things offstage, he’s normally the opposite. On a normal day, he’s laid back and down for anything. He’s one of the ghouls everyone goes to if they need a break from chaos. He doesn’t mind sitting in silence, cuddling, watching movies, reading- He’s there for them with whatever they need. I mean, he’s a multi ghoul, he’s good at everything.

That’s all my brain wants to say :)

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

Miscellaneous Alts

So there are Other Alts besides the main four, I just either don't play them very much so I don't have as much to say about them, or ... well. Or because they're ridiculous that they exist in the first place.

Random picture because pictures are fun, then I'll actually get to babbling:

First up is Levi, a hyur fella based on yet another post-apocalypse character. He ran a drug den. He is also a babyfaced cherub.

I asked my husband what he thought of this glam, and he told me 'Teen Boy's First Adventure.' He's actually in his mid-20s, but literally every single one of my friends refers to him as a teenager. So ... babyface achieved, I suppose.

Another character I wish I played more often, but don't, is Nellwen:

Part of why I don't play her more often is because I only play her when my husband is playing her husband, Pellian. Alas, during lulls, my husband does crazy things like 'play other games,' usually. They're based on a married couple we played in a Pathfinder campaign (this is rare for us, we usually don't play characters that are romantic with each other). She was an arcanist that set all her problems on fire and/or rattled the bones of annoying people. Obviously, she's a BLM.

I made bunny versions of all the boys, and where Bjalla was Bunny Dusk, Svend is Bunny Mercuriel:

I barely ever play him, but his fuckin' attitude cracks me up, and I know he'll pop up occasionally picture-wise, so why not acknowledge him. The main thing I decided about him, is he also left the woods after getting fed up with being a feral forest hermit ... but doesn't want to admit it, and tries to pretend that no, he's always been a city boy and no he definitely has no idea how to hunt, kill and dress wild game or anything of the sort. Who told you he did? He'll bite their faces off.

So I know this is absurd, but I have, on occasion, made other Dusks on other servers. The first Other Dusk I made during the interminable wait for 5.3 to finally release, on a server that had Road to 70. I wanted to see how far I got leveling everything before I got bored and stopped. He hit all 50s before I got tired of trying to level everything, but I sort of wound up playing through the entire MSQ with him.

So if you see a picture of Dusk with this hair, it's likely Bertrand. The funniest thing to me about ol' Bert is for some reason I think of him as the most focused of the Dusks. Something about his hair just makes him seem a little more put together to me. And yet whenever he's sad, like in the picture above, he more looks like he's trying to remember where he put his keys.

Seriously, he just had them.

The OTHER other Dusk, I made on Seraph with Farron. Dusk is going by his real name, Bellinor, and Farron is technically doing the same, using Kare. We're sort of treating it as an AU, where the boys met at the start of ARR instead of the end of Endwalker, but the reason they exist at all is a) Road to <number> makes my brain light up and b) Farron hadn't actually played the bulk of the MSQ as Farron, what with rabbit dudes not even being a thing until EW. Yes, he could do NG+, but he likes having me along to nag him to progress. And honestly, being able to spam each other with silly cutscene faces makes it all a lot more fun, imo.

I don't know what it is about THIS hair, but I think it makes him look like the biggest airhead on the planet. He is the Dumbest Dusk, and we love that for him.

Kare is relatively new to being civilized, by the way, but Bellinor is doing his best to help:

Kare doesn't really know how to read very well, for example.

Bellinor thinks the lessons are going great.

Kare still is a regular-ass adventurer dude, Bellinor is still the WoL. Kare keeps getting dragged into shit he doesn't actually care about because this big dumb ?roommate? of his keeps making big puppy eyes whenever he asks Kare to come with him.

[haikwritings]

Haikyuu Boys / No Nut November - Part One

Part Two

Character Mentions: Ushijima, Atsumu, Bokuto, Tsukishima & Kuroo.

Warnings: Definitely Smut

Wakatoshi Ushijima

It has been a week since he started the No Nut November challenge along with his teammates; The Schweiden Adlers.

“Babe?” Y/n called as she got out of the bathroom, seeing her boyfriend in their shared bed reading a book about vegetables.

She was a bit annoyed and stressed about the challenge her boyfriend had accepted, but who was she to stop him from winning?

“What movie do you want to see?” Y/n asked sweetly.

They didn't really watch movies, but since sex was forbidden this month—there wasn't much of a choice.

“Anything.” Ushijima answered a little desperately.

‘Wow, he’s really taking this challenge so well.’ Y/n thought.

But what she didn’t knew though...

He was living a hell inside of him.

‘Cucumber, Carrots, Lettuce—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He was trying to distract himself from her.

‘Kale, Broccoli, Spinach—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He missed having sex, he missed being able to cum as much as he wanted.

‘Asparagus, Cabbages, Brussels—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He had been hard and horny for days—

He didn’t knew how much he could resist.

“Babe?” Y/n asked confused.

He hadn’t notice, but he was too focus focusing on naming every vegetable in the world— that he didn’t notice his girlfriend calling him.

“Yes?” Ushijima asked confused.

“A-Are you okay?” Y/n asked worried, seeing him lost in his own thoughts.

His plan was failing, he was now focusing on her.

“Babe?” Y/n asked again worried, laying next to him.

He suddenly didn’t remember any vegetables—

“Babe?” Y/n asked as she touched his hand.

He felt his skin bristle at her sudden innocent touch—

“T-Toshi?” Y/n asked as she felt his body tense.

He felt like he could cum just right there and now.

“Babe?” Y/n asked worried as she stroke his hand softly.

‘Why isn’t he answering me?’ Y/n thought.

His heart was beating rapidly, he was having trouble breathing—

He was reaching his high and he didn’t knew how.

“I- I—” Ushijima managed to grunt.

Closing his eyes as he came from his high.

Cumming just from her touch.

“I—” Ushijima managed to say.

“D-Did you just—” Y/n was going to ask surprised but was interrupted by his sudden answer.

“Yes.” Ushijima answered bluntly.

Atsumu Miya

She knew what was coming when November came.

“No sex for a month.” Atsumu said proudly.

Not Nut November—

He was excited for this month, as he felt like he had control of himself.

“Well, if that’s what you want, babe.” Y/n whispered calmly.

Which, he didn’t.

“He won’t last an hour.” Sakusa whispered to himself.

Everyone was aware of how little self-control Atsumu had with himself. Everyone knew unfortunately how horny he was—especially his girlfriend, Y/n.

‘I guess he’s kinda right.’ Y/n thought to herself.

She knew he wasn't going to last, they both fucked like rabbits.

24/7, No Rest.

“It’s been six hours, ‘Tsumu.” Y/n whispered as she saw him standing on their window.

“I-It feels like a month.” Atsumu answered poetically.

She wanted to be supportive but Atsumu made it hard for her.

Specially if he was looking at her like she was a piece of meat.

“‘Tsumu...” Y/n warned as he stared at her a little more deeply, almost drooling in the process.

“W-What?” Atsumu asked innocently.

Again, it was difficult.

“You’re already hard?” Y/n asked in disbelief, seeing his hardened member throbbing in his pants.

Again, he had no self-control.

Is safe to think that sometimes he thinks with his dick.

“Wanna fuck?” Atsumu asked flirtatiously.

“Thought you'd never ask.” Y/n answered sweetly.

At least he made it through the middle of the day.

Kōtarō Bokuto

“Bo?” Y/n called as she came in with the grocery bags.

She had gone out to buy meat for her sad boyfriend.

“I bought steak and meat strips, your favorite.” Y/n said as she put them in the fridge

Reason for his sadness?

No Nut November.

“Y-You did?” Bokuto asked sweetly with puppy eyes.

Ten days had passed and he felt that he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Of course, I did.” Y/n answered sweetly.

What is the prize for the winner?

A BBQ party.

“Thanks babe.” Bokuto answered sweetly.

A BBQ party sounded awesome for him...

But he missed sex.

“So?” Y/n asked innocently as she sat on his lap, thinking that it would make him feel better.

But her innocent move— wasn’t doing him any good.

“I- I—” Bokuto stutter flustered.

He felt his hard member pressed against her ass, and his brain stopped working.

“What did you do when I left?” Y/n asked innocently.

He needed her to move, to make a friction— anything.

He needed to feel her somehow, otherwise he would go crazy.

“Babe?” Y/n asked worried as he saw him looking at her ass.

Immediately flinching as she felt his hand on her hips, moving her body slowly.

“Babe?” Y/n asked confused.

“I- I need to cum.” Bokuto managed to whispered.

She knew he couldn’t take it anymore and she knew well enough that he was going to feel bad afterwards.

“You wanna cum?” Y/n asked sweetly, almost teasingly.

So, she knew she needed to bring the best of him.

“Let’s see if you’re a good boy.” Y/n said sweetly, moving her hips against his cock just the way she knows he likes it.

“I- I’m a good boy.” Bokuto pouted, as he felt his breathing getting heavier.

“Show me.” Y/n teased sweetly, moving her hips a little bit faster.

She knew he was close, by the way he closed his eyes—

By the way he was muttering and moaning nonsense,

He couldn't form complete sentences.

“Prove it.” Y/n said sweetly.

She just knew him too well.

“I- I’m cumming.” Bokuto managed to moaned as he grabbed her and kissed her.

Immediately feeling his big load on his pants.

“T-That’s it babe.” Y/n preached sweetly.

“I- I—” Bokuto stutter, coming from his high.

“Such a good boy.” Y/n whispered in his ear.

Immediately jumping when his phone started to ring.

‘Who the hell is calling?’ Y/n thought.

“Yeah?” Bokuto answered his phone, trying to catch his breath.

“You fail didn’t you?” Atsumu asked on the other line.

He looked at her and smirked.

“Hell yeah, I did.” Bokuto smirked happily.

Kei Tsukishima

“What’s your problem?” Y/n asked confused and annoyed.

Annoyed by her boyfriend’s shitty attitude.

“Nothing.” Tsukishima answered annoyed.

Since the challenge of No Nut November had started, he had been colder and more unbearable.

“Tsuki. Is been two weeks.” Y/n said annoyed.

“So? I’m not loosing.” Tsukishima answered annoyed.

She wasn’t having it with his attitude.

“So, you better get that through your head.” Tsukishima warned.

And what better way to show it?

“Okay, Daddy.” Y/n answered sweetly but teasingly.

He felt his heart stopped as he heard his special nickname.

“Stop.” Tsukishima said annoyed.

She knew she had a lot of effect on him.

“Or what Daddy? Are you going to punish me?” Y/n asked as she smirked.

He was already feeling like cumming, just by her words.

“Don’t be such a brat.” Tsukishima warned.

“Brat? Oh. I didn’t know Daddy, why don’t you come here and punish me?” Y/n teased again.

He hated how she knew how to turned him on.

And he hated the brat she was being.

“Daddy?” Y/n called nervously as she saw him standing in front of her with lust in his eyes.

“Such a little brat, can’t even let me win a fucking challenge. Is that’s how needy you’re?” Tsukishima asked.

Because she knew how to push his buttons.

“On the bed. Naked. Wide for me.” Tuskishima command.

Making her heart flustered.

Tetsurō Kuroo

“Ku—” Y/n moaned at his rough and hungry kisses on her neck.

It had been fifteen days since Kuroo had decided to follow the No Nut November challenge.

“M- More—” Y/n pleaded softly as she felt his hand down her arousal.

It had been really hard for him— he was used to doing it ALL THE TIME.

“Where are your manners?” Kuroo whispered softly, teasing her.

So, it was hard for him not to get off.

“P-Please—” Y/n pleaded softly.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get her off.

“Please what?” Kuroo asked teasingly.

“P-Please touch me.” Y/n whispered as tears slipped from her eyes.

“Anything for you baby.” Kuroo whispered as his fingers toyed with her panties—slipping them down slowly and teasingly.

He loved seeing her desperate.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” Kuroo teased as he touched her arousal.

And of course she was...

She was desperate, she haven’t felt him in fifteen days—

All because of that stupid challenge he was following along with Kenma.

“P-Please.” Y/n pleaded softly as he inserted his two fingers.

“Someone is desperate.” Kuroo teased, moving his fingers faster in that special spot of her.

“I- So good.” Y/n managed to moaned, feeling her body trembled.

She didn’t knew how he was surviving. She thought he wouldn’t even last five days, but here they were.

“I- I— wait.” Y/n moaned feeling something weird building up in her tummy.

She didn’t knew how to tell him, but her building orgasm was feeling a little different this time.

“K-Kuroo.” Y/n moaned, she couldn’t warned him since it felt so good.

“What got you so turned on?” Kuroo smirked.

He didn’t knew what was up with her,

She was a moaning and a blushing mess.

“Come on, just like that.” Kuroo teased, taking his thumb and pressing it to her clit, which make her go feral.

“Fuck.” Y/n moaned as she came immediately, grabbing unto his hair.

Her orgasm was definitely different.

Her turned vision white, she was dizzy— she was lost completely in the pleasure.

“I- I—” Y/n moaned, trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly noticing the mess that she had made thanks to his powerful fingers.

“Fuck.” Y/n said.

She had never squirted before.

“Babe?” Y/n said nervously as she looked at Kuroo who was perplexed—

“Fuck.” Kuroo smirked.

Suddenly looking down at his pants, seeing a big wet patch on them.

‘I-It can be.’ Y/n thought.

Could he had just cummed from seeing her cum?

“D-Did you just—cum?” Y/n asked seeing him blushing.

“Maybe.” Kuroo answered nervously.

A minute of silent for this loser.

[lululovesprongs]

ok so imagine a tua ✨infinity war au✨ and the siblings are like 13 when the whole thing with Thanos happens

so they’re just chilling when Reginald randomly turns into dust and Luther is like sad and stuff, but Klaus does a little dance to celebrate and they all just don’t care that much about it

diego’s all like “omg does this mean i get to use my knives how i want to now?” and he’s got a crazy glint on his eyes, so everyone just takes a cautious step back

ben just sighs in relief because he finally doesn’t have to use the monster inside him anymore and does this mean it’s all over? can he just be normal now?

poor vanya is very confused, so she turns to look at Five for comfort and just gasps. very loudly

they all turn to look at her when they notice the look on Five’s face and how his hand is slowly turning into dust

everyone is totally panicking now and klaus is pretty sure he’s going to cry if he has to see Five as a ghost from now on

but they can’t do anything, so they end up having to just watch as Five bites the dust and disappears

sO, fast forwards a little bit and somehow the siblings (minus Five) end up with the Avengers bc “they’re children, guys, and look at their tiny faces, and why are they so sad >:(” (Tony Stark, probably)

Tony ends up kind of adopting them bc Klaus and Ben’s banter reminds him of Peter, and so does Luther’s weird super strength and puppy eyes, and Allison’s fierce determination and the way Vanya is just so shy but also incredibly sassy—

so yeah, they might remind him of his kid, Pepper, who cares anyways

they come to live with him and Pepper after Thor kills Thanos and try to move on

after 5 years all that mess in endgame happens (except no Professor Hulk or Nat and Tony dying and no Steve leaving because i said so👹… but yes to whatever Scott Lang does bc i love him)

sO, everyone is nervous and Luther and Diego are fighting so Allison just yells at them to shut up and sneaks them into the battlefield against Thanos without Tony and the others knowing

(vanya is now well aware of her powers btw and she’s awesome out there)

so, they fight and there’s a time when Klaus is spotted by Tony (he’s livid but Klaus is saved from an unpleasant confrontation by a random alien attacking Tony. Thanks alien!) so they keep fighting

and then pORTALS show up dramatically because Strange loves an entrance, obviously

and boom, Five is there, looking no older than when he disappeared

the siblings are shook and all run to hug him and it’s all very emotional and weird because they’re in the middle of a battlefield with aliens, and also Five is so confused??? like, why are his siblings giants and why is there a giant purple grape over there?!

Klaus realises they have a tiny little baby bro now and laughs, only to almost be attacked by said feral baby bro with a dagger he stole from Loki (Five is thankfully stopped from killing Klaus by Luther)

anyways, they fight and Tennis the purple grape loses because he sucks (Nebula kills him because i said so👹👹)

and now the Hargreeves are all happy and reunited, as is everyone else — incLUDING THOR BECAUSE LOKI IS THERE OKAY

except Five is pissed his siblings are now 5 years older bc he was the one who appeared older bc he was smart, dammit. they’re messing up his reputation :(

but he’s also happy because they’re finally together again (even though it’s been like 5 days for him cause he was in thE SOUL STONE with the others, plot twist)

(this absolutely means Peter and Five are best friends now. Peter is the overexcited puppy and Five is the emotionally constipated one… wait, are they just Thor and Loki?)

anYWAYS that happens and now Five is the littlest baby Hargreeves (a nickname given by Klaus, obviously), which he hates but loves because it’s his family, but he’s never telling them that

[backtobackbakubabe]

Speak Easy Part 15

Dabi x Reader, Bakugo x Reader

Words : 3491

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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Dabi was unusually clingy the first couple of days he was back. True to his word, he didn’t let you out of his sight. You needed to take a shower? He was hopping in with you. You were cooking dinner? He was right behind you bugging you to let him taste. You were working out in the gym? He was working out right next to you.

You weren’t sure what happened to him while he was away, and he refused to talk about it. You would have to remember to ask Katsuki. Katsuki never kept anything from you, especially if it had to do with Dabi.

Right now, you were in the kitchen working on dinner while he sat on the kitchen floor with Bravo trying to teach him how to bark on command.

“Okay Bravo… Talk shit.” You rolled your eyes at his dumb command. “Come on dummy… Talk Shit!”

Bravo’s tale wagged as a low hum rumbled from him.

“Say it with your chest!”

Bravo started barking and growling at Dabi. For someone who didn’t like Bravo when he first got here, they were slowly becoming buddies. Dabi was surprisingly really good with training him. You wouldn’t have thought he was patient enough to teach a puppy anything, yet here he was, sitting on the floor, having the time of his life.

You giggled has you continued to stir your noodles, “Look at my boys, finally getting along.”

Dabi growled, “Boys? No, no, no. I am a man.” He stood up and made his way to stand behind you. Arms wrapping around your middle and his chin resting on your shoulder. “I know I was gone for a while, but there’s no way you forgot who the man of the house is?”

You sighed as you turned the stove off and moved a safe distance away from it. “You know your threats are almost as empty as Bravo’s sweet little head.” His grip tightened on you and his lips found the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“You want to elaborate there, baby?”

You sucked in a nervous breath, you missed teasing this man. He had been so soft lately, and you loved it, but you also missed his rough side. He hadn’t done anything sexual with you since he got back, and it was starting to drive you crazy. “You always say you’re going to bend me over your knee and spank me. You always say you’re going to punish me. You threaten to fuck me until I cry… You said you were going to put a baby in me…but you never follow through.” You bent your neck to give him more access. “Seems to me… you’re all bark and no bite.”

His chest rumbled as he bit into your shoulder. You cried out as his teeth sunk in and his hands slithered under your shirt. “Hmmm sounds to me like my good little girl wants to be a brat today.” His teeth nibbled on your earlobe and his fingers started to tweak your nipple. “If it’s bite you want baby, then I’ll make sure I taste every inch of you.” He roughly shoved you over the island and his hand connected with your ass cheek in a sharp slap. “I didn’t know my good girl wanted me to breed her so badly.” He slapped your other ass cheek and pulled your shorts down. “Desperate for me to own you in every single way possible.”

He bent over and bit your ass cheek. He slapped your thigh, “Open ‘em up for me baby.” Your thighs immediately parted for him. He grunted at the sight of your dripping cunt. “Mmm good giiiiirl. Already dripping for me.” Without any warning his hand found your hair and shoved himself inside of you. “You want it rough? Huh?” He thrust hard inside of you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Use. Your. Words.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

You moaned, “Yes! Yes! I want it rough. Oh GOD!” His hand tightened in your hair while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

You groaned loudly and pushed yourself back onto him hard. “Oh shit you really are desperate tonight!”

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You haven’t fucked me in over a month. Of course I’m desperate!”

Dabi stilled inside of you, making you whine. “You better watch that fucking attitude.” He bit your shoulder, “Just for that… I want you to beg for it. Beg me to fuck you.”

You tried to move your hips to fuck yourself on him, but he leaned over and put his full body weight on top of you. Trapping you on the kitchen counter. “Oh you naughty girl. I will stay balls deep in you until you beg me to move. I’m fine with you being my pretty little cock sleeve.”

You huffed in frustration as tears started to leak out of your eyes. “Please DABI! Please fuck me. Please. I missed you…”

His pace was practically feral. His strokes were long and hard and he hit that spot inside you every fucking time. He picked up one of your legs and put it on the counter and this new angle had you screaming. His hand came down in a hard slab to your ass as he continued to pound into you.

Your legs began to shake and his pace slowed. You let out a frustrated whine. “You cum when I say you get to cum. Is that understood?”

You bit your lip and nodded your head.

“Words Princess!”

“YES! I understand.”

“What do you understand?”

You took a huge breath. “I won’t cum until you say I get to cum.”

His pace picked back up, “Atta girl. Listening so well tonight.”

He yanked you up, so your back was flush against his chest. His hot fingers burned through your shirt and tore it away from your body. Still unbearably hot, those same fingers came to play with your nipples making you bite your lip to keep from screaming out.

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making you release it from your teeth. He held his thumb up in front of you so you could see the blood. “Hm does it feel that good? Don’t keep it in baby. You wanna scream, then fuckin scream.”

He picked you and walked over to the living room and plopped down in the recliner. He pulled you off his dick and turned you around to face him. “Now… I want you to ride me. I want to see every expression on that pretty little face, and I want to hear every single noise. I want to watch you fall apart.”

You braced yourself on his shoulders and tried to slowly lower yourself onto his dick, but he wasn’t having that. His hands found your hips and shoved you down. “Come on, don’t get shy on me now.”

He leaned forward and started leaving open mouth kisses on your neck and his hands squeezed your ass. You started to rock your hips and almost lost it at the sound of the low rumble that vibrated through his chest as you did. He was giving you control to fuck yourself at your pace. But it was such a mind fuck because you knew that even though you were on top, he would always be in control.

You rode him at a slow pace that was driving him crazy. You could feel his fingers twitch. Your legs began to shake from the exertion, and you could hear his low cocky chuckle in your ear. “Aww are you already tired?” You weren’t, but you also really wanted him to take back over. You weren’t lazy, but after a month of missing his touch, you just wanted to drown in it.

You leaned your forehead on his, “I need you to finish for me.”

He hugged you tight to him and thrust into you. “Just so we’re clear, I don’t believe for a second you’re tired. I know you’ve been in the gym every fucking day since I’ve been gone.” He spread your cheeks apart and railed into you. “But the way you said that was so fucking cute, I don’t even care.”

You could feel your orgasm building and you clutched his shoulders. “Dabi… DABI I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum!”

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead. Let go for me.”

You felt your climax crash over you, and you screamed into his neck. Your legs shook and you came all over his lap. It felt different this time though.

“Shiiiit. I think you just squirted. God that’s so hot. I can’t keep this up anymore. Fuck you’re so perfect.” His hips snapped in an erratic pace and you could tell he was close. “You wanted me to fuck a baby in you huh? Wanted me to knock you up and make you mine?”

His hips stilled and he pinned you to him as he painted your insides with his cum.

Your head spun with the intensity of how hard you just came. Both of you were sweaty and your chests were heaving. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you back to look at him. “Are you okay? I was rougher with you then usual?”

You nodded your head and leaned into his touch. He brushed your sweaty hair away from your forehead, “Hey I know you’re tired, but I need a verbal answer. Or at least one for yes, two for no.”

You gave him a soft smile and tapped his hand once. He slowly helped you off of him, but he just turned you around so you back was leaning on his chest. He grabbed a blanket and propped the feet of the recliner up. He used his thumb to push his cum back inside of you. “Let’s just lay here a while.”

You hummed and nuzzled into him. His arm wrapped around you and rubbed your back. “Can I ask you something?” His voice sounded so vulnerable.

“Yeah, of course.”

He was quiet for a second before he cleared his throat. “Were you serious? About wanting to have a baby?”

You stiffened, “Were you serious when you said you wanted to put a baby in me?”

His kissed the top of your head. “I know we’re not like… you know… conventional. And we haven’t known each other long. But the other day… I don’t know. I just never wanted a family before, so it surprised me that the thought of having one with you didn’t… it didn’t sound so bad.”

You blushed. “If we’re being honest. I don’t really know I how I feel about it.” You interlaced his fingers with yours. “I’m not saying I’m opposed to the idea forever. Right now just doesn’t seem like the best time.” He was oddly quiet, and you were nervous you upset him. “Like you said we haven’t known each other long. I have god knows how many people out to kill me. We live in a world where people think it’s okay to kidnap and torture people based on their quirk. We both suffered because our quirks didn’t fit into this fucked up system. Can you imagine if we had a kid and they had either or our quirks, or god, what if they got both? They’d have the biggest fucking target on their back.”

His thumb brushed over the back of your hand, “Well that would have been nice to know before I came inside you a few minutes ago.”

You giggled, “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure I’m on birth control.”

“You’re pretty sure?”

Your eyes dimmed, “Yeah well… They liked to “play” with me back at the lab, and it wouldn’t be very fun if I got pregnant. So, I got shots every three months. Except I don’t remember when the last one was. To be safe I guess we could ware condoms from now on.”

He groaned, “I hate how casually you can talk about what those assholes did to you.” He sighed, “But I guess there’s lots of fucked up trauma I’m casual about. I get it. It makes it easier to deal with.”

You smiled at him, “We’re kind of fucked up huh?”

He kissed your nose, “No kinda about it doll. We are most definitely fucked up.”

You felt crazy laughing about how you both have just accepted your trauma. But you had to admit, it did make it feel lighter on your conscious.

“You know if we ever did do it… you know have a kid. They’d be the safest fucking brats on the planet. They’d have to go through us, as well as all of your dumb little hero friends. Only an idiot would even try.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well there’s a lot of steps between us now and us having a kid. You haven’t said you love me yet, and you want me to give you an heir?”

“An heir? Who the fuck are we? The Tudors?”

Your stomach growled really loud which reminded you of the dinner you had abandoned.

He gently maneuvered until he could get up and left you in the chair. “I’ll bring the food to you. I think you earned it.”

He was gone for a few minutes and came back with a plate of food and a big shirt for you.

“I have some business I need to take care of in the office. Some calls to make. So… I’m going to eat in there. Come get me before you go to bed.”

Your stomach sank. You felt like you had really upset him. You knew he would never show it though.

You had just been thinking about he was been so clingy since he got back. So, his sudden absence left you feeling cold. It made you want to follow him into his office and sit in his lap.

You knew that was a bad idea though. You needed to give him some space. If he had wanted you in there with him, he would have said so.

You could hear his muffled conversation and his voice sounded rough and angry. Even when you pushed his last button, he never sounded that angry when he spoke to you. At one point he changed into a different language. Was that Russian? He sounded even angrier in a different language. You could hear your name every so often, so you knew he was talking about you.

There was still a lot about Dabi you didn’t know. Like apparently, he was multilingual. He was a scary businessman. He recently had decided he wanted kids. What else did you not know?

You took your time eating and cleaning up the kitchen. When you couldn’t stall any longer you headed towards the office. Part of you felt guilty for interrupting his calls. But he was the one who told you to come get him before you went to bed.

You gently knocked on the door and opened it. He hadn’t heard you and his back was to the entrance. “For the hundredth time, the answer is no.” There was silence as someone on the other line yelled. “Dabi’s voice dropped to a scary volume. “First of all, you’re going to lower your damn voice when you talk to me. Secondly, if you ever say that shit again… I will burn down your fucking house.”

He sounded angry and you didn’t know if you interrupting him would make it better, or worse.

You tip toed over to him, but right before you could reach him, he slammed a hand on his desk. “SHE’S FUCKING OFF LIMITS!”

You yelped in surprise and took a step back. Dabi whirled around in his chair, his wild eyes connecting with yours and they were blood thirsty.

“I-I’m sorry. I knocked… but you didn’t hear me… a-and you said to come get you—”

You didn’t know why you were stuttering. This was Dabi, the same man who practically worshiped you.

“Get out… now…” The malice in his voice sent a chill down your spine.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “But you said to—”

He pulled the phone away from him and stared through you, “I know what I said. Now I’m telling you to get out.”

You schooled your expression to keep him from seeing the hurt that was now clutching at your heart. You nodded, flipped him off, and stormed off to your old room.

He wanted to play that game? Fine. He can be the big, scary, asshole all he wants. But you don’t have to put up with it.

You locked your door behind you, which really didn’t do much considering there was still a hole in the door from the last time you locked it. You sighed as you stared at the door’s handle before reaching out to unlock it again. You were mad, but you weren’t going to break your own law. Hopefully the fact you were in here would be enough to let him know he fucked up.

You changed into some comfy clothes for bed. Choosing a Dynamight shirt as an extra fuck you. You didn’t waste any time staying up for him. You weren’t going to let his mood swings affect your sleep schedule.

You put in some headphones, played some soothing music to calm your nerves, and went to sleep. You’d deal with Dabi tomorrow.

Well tomorrow came all too soon when your door was slammed open a few hours later, causing you to sit straight up in a panic.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as a frantic hand yanked the headphones out of your ears.

“OW! What was that for?”

Dabi’s hands grabbed your shoulders. “I’ve been fucking yelling your name! I couldn’t find you. What the hell are you doing in here?”

You crossed your arms across your chest, and you saw his eyes darken when he saw the shirt you were wearing. “Why do you think? I’m giving you the space you obviously need to throw your stupid little temper tantrum.”

You could see so many emotions pass over his face in a matter of seconds. Anger, relief, panic, regret, but it seemed the one he decided to settle on was frustration.

“Temper tantrum? You think… I was throwing a temper tantrum. Hm. Interesting. Because the way I see it, when someone threatens to take you away from me… that’s a good enough reason to be pissed!” Your eyes widened but you he wasn’t done with his rant. “You want to know who I was on the phone with? My fucking father. You want to know why? Because he’s helping us fish out crooked heroes… Twice a week since you’ve gotten here, I’ve had to talk to that mother fucker on the phone about progress. Now all of the sudden he’s decided I’m too invested. I’m too close to you. HE THINKS IT CLOUDS MY JUDGEMENT!”

You could see him working himself back up, but the only thing you could do was let him get it all out.

“He thinks you could be more useful working for him. He thinks we’re wasting your talents by hiding you away. HE THINKS, he can snap his fingers and I’m just going to hand you over.” He shook his head and yelled, “And I didn’t tell you to get out because I was mad at you. I told you to get out because I didn’t want you to watch me lose my mind. I didn’t want you to see me when I’m that angry.”

He pointed at your face, “And that’s why. Right there, that fucking look you’re giving me. All the shit I’ve done and said you never look at me like I’m a monster, or like I’m someone to be pitied. I can take that look from anyone else… but not you.”

You saw him start to deflate. His fists unclenched at his sides as he took some deep breaths.

You reached for his hand and pulled him next to you. “Hey. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care what anyone says, or who comes to fetch me. I’m staying wherever you are.” Your fingers ran through his white hair. “You can tell your dad I said he can go fuck himself. I’m never working for a hero again. Especially not a hero that emotionally traumatized not one, but two of my favorite people.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, he just leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

You hummed and kissed the top of his head, “It’s okay, I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“It’s alright, I kinda deserved it… so can you please take it off now.” His hand tugged at the Dynamight shirt you were wearing. “It’s playing dirty and you fucking know it you brat.”

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*The Laws* 1. No fucking shrugging 2. No drugs 3. No saying sorry for something that isn’t your fault 4.We work on communication every day 5. Wake up whenever the hell you want 6. No locked doors 7. We eat three full meals a day 8. No means no, no negotiations 9. We work on exercise every day 10. Ice cream must be kept in stock at all times 11. Accept help when it is offered 12. No lying 13. I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.

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[hcs] some general headcannons ♡

— dating the karasuno boys >> third years and second years (daichi, suga, asahi, noya, tanaka)

daichi sawamura —

morning walks to and from school because he’s just a good gentleman it makes you cry

never lets you eat lunch all alone. like he’s always by your side or if he’s busy he’ll have suga and asahi or the first years accompany you because he doesn’t want you desserted in a table

its also to make sure that you are eating right!!! mans wants to make sure you’re good and healthy (plus the first years always get giddy when he asks them to come with you since they asks you the most ridiculous questions in hopes to expose a secret about their captain)

daichi just gives them a glare and they shut up

gets you little trinkets that remind him of you when he’s on his away games

“I just think it’s cute and it makes me think of you”

sir-we need to stop you from making us fall in love even more

kinda not the softest but definitely has a hard time saying no to you specially when you pull the puppy eyes

he starts an inner dialogue when you do those to convince him something like buying some shit you know is just a waste of money and he’s all like “oh no not the puppy eyes”

random but serious talks about your future— getting a house, marriage, even kids

and its literally so fucking pleasant to see him looking so intent about planning your future together,,, he’s so sure it almost hurts

love him please

sugawara koushi —

never misses any special occasion that could be an excuse to take you on a date!!!

its just a koushi thing

random duets and soft humming when you two are together because he really has an amazing voice (and you can’t convince me otherwise, go cry about it)

gives the warmest hugs that can cure you of any sadness like at some point you’d believe their actually magic

very teasing but cares very much about you

always has something sickeningly cute to call you and it makes your heart go “kandiska omg” but at the same time you’re also “disgusting please stop”

trolling daichi together because why the hell not (plus daichi has the most funniest “i am done with this” reaction whenever you and suga pull some shit on him)

hinata randomly got the two of you matching mugs for one of your aniversaries

stares at you with the most dorky smile when he thinks you’re not looking but oops you see it and you really just go “oh good he really loves me that much yes”

and yes suga loves you a lot please be the nicest to him because he is soft boy

azumane asahi —

he!!! is!!! the!!! most!!! sweetest!!! boy!!! ever!!! ohmygod!!!

gets shy and flustered when you compliment him but he absolutely loves it when you praise him so do it more

gifting each other soft clothings like cotton sweaters and warm scarves because a soft boy like him deserves soft things too

will never let you walk home alone specially when it gets late because he can’t even stand the idea of someting relatively bad happening to you

giving him all sorts of braids and keeping an extra hair tie, rubber band or head band with you because he sometimes breaks his and you being a good girlfriend is always there to the rescue

WILL AND I TELL YOU, HE WILL always ask for consent either from you, ya mom or ya dad because he doesn’t want them to think bad of him

and they would never??? bruh your parents probably even acknowledges him as their in law already lets be real

you literally not getting why people are scared of him or like think he’s this some sort of thug because??? he is just the softest?? and the cutest??? and everything nice and sweet???

nishinoya yuu —

has a list of disgustingly cute nicknames to call you and he never runs out of them, it just keeps going (babe, baby, princess, honey, lil’ cutie, cupcake, whatever sweet ass nickname exist you name it, he says it)

crackhead pranks with tanaka and cue daichi screaming at the three of you for almost setting something on fire

absolutely sends you selfies from every gym or court he’s played on, on his away games, tokyo, nationals, training camp, wherever he goes he sends you a selfie of him if he can’t convince coach ukai or daichi to bring you along

will fight, and I am absolutely serious, anyone who even makes you frown

ya’ll know he’s gonna pretend to be all cool around you but in reality he’s just a big ass baby who’s loud but you love him anyways

makes it a living goal to remind you how perfect you are because in his eyes you are literally everything

anyone who says the opposite is going to get reckt because he may be small but he’s feral and tanaka backs him up (and thats on bro code)

gets all googly eyed when you smile so warmly at him because ahhh his heart can not survive this

kisses your nose randomly because it makes you scrunch them and you look so adorable focusing on the tip of your nose

10000/10, highly recommend dating him

tanaka ryuunoske —

Always manages to convince you to watch practice or to watch his matches

goes crazy when you borrow or just straight up steal his clothes like please anything but seeing you in his own clothing it makes him incredibly soft (but he makes you wear his clothes more anyways)

lol noya and tsukki called him a simp,,, but he didn’t even deny it??? like fuck whatever you say so what I’ll simp for my baby

your number one hype yes sir

literally thinks everything you do is immaculate and praises all the little things you make. he wants you to feel appreciated no matter what it is because you do the same to him

hanging out with saeko-nee san because she’s all for you and she loves teasing the shit out of tanaka

lol saeko covers up for the two of you whenever you sneak out so tanaka can’t say anything

you being the more mature one in the relationship but thats not saying anything since the both of you are just crackheads

daichi face palming when you did something dumb when he specifically told the both of you not to do so and you both just sit there like “well whats done is done” while daichi nags your ears off for breaking the last broom available

love him please oh my god i would die for tanaka

[mrfeenysmustache]

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Written for Discord Drabble Night

All word counts: 100

Prompt One: Cold

The blood on his hands. The ice in his veins. The rage in his heart.

There was a lot about him that others didn’t understand, and her feelings for him bewildered her friends.

But they didn’t see him. The gentle way he held her hand. The heat of his body wrapped around her in the night. The passion that simmered below the surface of his skin. The softness of him when he pulled her close, kissed her face, said her name.

He was controlled. He was reserved. He did not suffer any fools.

But there was nothing cold about him.

Prompt Two: Blur

In a blur of yoki, the silver fur that covered his body shortened and his body shrank and shifted, leaving behind a bedraggled man with knotted hair, tattered clothes and half feral eyes.

He took a deep breath and held it.

He recognized that scent.

Hundreds of years roaming countrysides hiding, waiting, searching, and Sesshomaru had lost nearly all his sense in isolation, but this scent held promise.

He stepped out of the trees onto the path, and beloved blue eyes widened and watered.

“Sesshomaru!”

She was in his arms and he sighed in relief.

He’d found her. Home.

Finally.

Prompt Three: Grim

“Oh, this is grim indeed.” Sango’s voice was serious, sympathetic. Grave.

Pitying.

Kagome rolled her eyes and huffed.

“I know it’s a long shot but I can’t help it! I can’t explain it either. He’s just… different from what everyone else thinks!”

Sango looked skeptical, Miroku ignored them to search through her underwear drawer, but Inuyasha snorted harshly from his spot lounging across the bed.

“A long shot. FEH! That bastard’s been mooning after you for months. Will y’all just bone and get it over with before you drive me crazy?!”

“Uuugh, Inuyasha!” She chased him cackling from the room.

Prompt Four: dread

A woman’s scream, sharp and shrill, sliced through his sensitive ears and ricocheted down his spine.

He smirked.

The part he’d been waiting for, the one he knew she’d been dreading, had finally arrived and the results had been better than expected.

He’d always said he had no use for horror movies. As long lived and powerful as he was he’d seen plenty of real, actual horror. But the way the sweetly scented woman pressed her soft body into his side, buried her pretty face into his chest, cling to him for safety and protection, had him reassessing those opinions.

Prompt Five: Shadow

Touching down at the edge of the little sun warmed meadow, Sesshomaru flared his aura, smiling softly as the door to the little hut opened and two puppy eared children raced out and leapt into his arms.

Kagome followed slowly, stomach round with another life. He nuzzled her hair, wrapped her in his arms, ignored the sadness in the depths of her eyes as he listened to the children tell him of their latest adventures.

He longed to bring them out of the shadows but it was still too dangerous, and he was not his father-

He would keep them.

Prompt Six: Ominous

Her heart fluttered rapidly, her palms sweat, and she around nervously, the ominous silence in this part of the forest putting her on edge.

The leaves rustled, branches cracked, the sound of footsteps echoed all around, and then out of nothing stepped the spirit of the forest.

Sesshomaru.

There he stood, beautiful and otherworldly, silently waiting for her request.

“M-my… my brother is sick, I’ve lost my job, I have no more money to help my mother with.”

“You know the price of my assistance.”

“Yes. My firstborn.”

He smirked, sending a bold of heat through her.

“Let’s get started.”

Prompt Seven: Obscure

“Grain Preparation in the Feudal Era” was an obscure class, one you could only attend at 8 am on Wednesdays on the farthest corner of the campus. It was related to her major, the one she’d chosen to keep her connected to her people and adventures in the past.

She was taking it for Professor Sessho Wantanabe, a professor who’s name she hadn’t noticed before.

Her heart thundered as she stood at the door, pushing it open slowly and gasping at the sight of him, golden eyes glowing warmly.

“I found you.” She breathed, and he rushed to her side.

Prompt Eight: Fear

He noticed her smile.

He noticed her glowing eyes.

He noticed the subtle notes and shifts in her scent.

He noticed the way his skin burned when she touched his arm.

He liked the way her cheeks bloomed like roses when he spoke softly to her.

When some fool in the village proposed to her it took all his strength not to rip his head from his shoulders.

When she was snatched naked from a hot spring by a bat demon he raged that someone had seen her so bare and vulnerable.

It was as he feared- he loved her.

Prompt Nine: Smother

Kagome twirled her fingers through the tendrils of silver silk that fell over her skin as his mouth smothered every inch of her body with his lips and tongue and teeth.

She closed her eyes and sighed, her blood singing and body humming, sated yet starved even after being locked away with him for days in his rooms once the ceremony linking them for eternity completed.

He crept back up, captured her lips, pressed her into the sheets with his full weight, sending her thoughts into a tailspin until they centered back on him and she sighed his name.

“Sesshomaru.”

Prompt Ten: Balance

Wearing her new white summer dress for her current visit to the Feudal era had seemed like a good idea that morning.

It was a clear summer day and she’d be sitting by the river while Rin and Shippo swam and played. The other adults were busy helping build Inuyasha’s hut for his new bride, but she’d been happy to volunteer to watch them.

Until she’d tripped and fallen in. Sesshomaru had shown up, eyes plastered to her chest in her now transparent white dress.

“Your balance is abysmal,” he said, “but I cannot say I find the results displeasing.”

[amatchinwater]

Next square filled!!

X's are completed, O's are WIPs, feel free to request a square if you'd like

Warnings: Major character deaths, blood and violence

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steter (pre-slash)

Words: 1018

Square Filled: "You said you would let them go."

Ao3 link

Waking Stiles up has never been an easy thing to accomplish. For himself or his father. "Stiles!" The man yells, but he refuses to open his eyes. 

Just five more minutes. 

"Stiles!" Scott calls. Seriously? His dad can't let him get just a bit more sleep? He had to bring Scott into this? 

"Stiles, please!' Lydia’s voice sounds pained. Broken. Like she's been crying. Why is she even in his room? That gets his attention. 

Snapping his eyes open, Stiles' head starts to throb. An annoying ache behind his eye sockets that has him muttering curses to himself. What the-? His legs and wrists are bound to a chair in a poorly lit room of what looks like a warehouse. Maybe? He really can't tell. Whipping his head up, Stiles sees his dad, Scott, and Lydia tied up just the same across from him. "Guys?" Stiles croaks, jerking against the restraints, but they don’t budge. 

"Come on, sweetheart." 

His blood runs cold. Peter. 

"You're smarter than that, sweet boy." Stiles wants to throw up. He knew something was wrong with Peter when he offered him the bite again after killing a feral Alpha. 

Stiles has hope that he was wrong. Like an idiot. But still he told the wolf no. He refuses to be tied to Peter in any way. He'd have sooner picked Deucalion as an Alpha. "What are you doing?" Stiles asks, but his father cuts in before Peter can answer. 

"Let my son go!" 

"If you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll gag it again." Sure enough, there's a cloth wrapped around his father's neck. Stiles still can't see Peter, he must be behind him. When the human cranes his neck, it's too dark to make out any distinct features. "Now to answer your question, Stiles." The Alpha finally steps under the dim, yellow light, mouth already curled in a menacing grin. "I'm here so that you can finally tell me the truth." 

"The truth?" 

"Why don't you want the bite?" Peter crosses his hands behind his back as he stalks to Lydia's chair. "De be honest, Stiles. I'd hate to see something happen to such a pretty face." Claws grab her cheeks hard and the banshee winces in the hold. 

"Let her go!" Stiles shouts, thrashing in his bindings. 

Peter tuts at him like a child, "now, Stiles. That wasn't my question." Small drops of blood slide down Lydia's face where his claws puncture her skin. "Time's ticking." 

A scowl falls on his face. "I do want the bite." Peter smiles with far too many teeth. "Just not from you." Stiles spits out, hoping the truth that the Alpha wanted so badly knocks him down a peg. Or three.

"Why not?" Peter looks genuinely confused, his voice too soft. Is he fucking stupid? No, just batshit crazy. 

"Uh, because you've killed people?" Stiles spews sarcasm with ease. 

Peter is inches away from his face, noses borderline brushing in an instant. The urge to headbutt is real. No matter how badly that'd hurt. Probably shouldn't antagonize an Alpha though, "so have you, my little fox." 

Stiles resists the urge to gag at all the pet names. "At least I have the humanity to feel bad about it." 

"And it's wrong that I don't?" The Alpha has never looked more like a puppy than when he cocks his head to the side. Genuinely finding no problem with the way he is. 

Shaking his arms since he can't actually gesture wildly, "yes!" 

"I could be so good for you, Stiles." Peter cups his cheek. The wolf's hand is warm and soft despite the calluses. "Be my Beta." 

"Over my dead body."

"Not yours," Peter smirks and heads for Scott, claws at his best friend's throat, immediately drawing blood. "But theirs?" The wolf's eyes flash red and he snarls, "that can be arranged." 

Fuck. Stiles knows when he's been beat. "So you're saying if I let you bite me, you'll let them go?" 

"If you agree to be my Beta and leave Beacon Hills with me, yes." Peter rolls his eyes, an act Stiles would've missed if they weren't glowing, "I'll let them go." 

His gaze locks with the three restrained people across from him. The most important people in the world to Stiles. His family. There's nothing he wouldn't do to protect them. Even if it means entertaining Peter. Lydia is crying, trying to hold it together and failing. His father is looking at him knowing exactly where his son's mind is going. Knowing there's nothing he can say to change Stiles' mind. 

Scott shakes his head with wild, fear filled eyes. "Don't-" Peter tightens his grip on the true Alpha's throat, silencing his plea. 

"I'll do it!" 

Peter's claws retract and Scott's head slumps as he coughs to catch his breath. The Alpha is looming over him, cutting the bindings of his left arm. The wolf's eyes glow red and fangs protrude from his gums. Stiles screams through the bite. It fucking hurts. 

With the transitioning human's blood still stuck to his teeth and dripping from his lips, Peter smirks. Stiles is writhing in pain, but coherent enough to watch the Alpha. "No!" He screams as Peter rushes Lydia, snapping her neck with a deafening crack. Doing the exact same to his father in quick succession and Stiles' heart shatters in his chest. 

Stiles wails at the different amounts of pain coursing through him. "You said- you said you would let them go!" Stiles sobs, bleary eyes seeing Peter rip Scott's throat out, tossing the chunks on the floor. The almost wolf gags that time. "Fuck!" He screams, his free hand holding his pounding chest. 

"And I did." Peter shrugs, "not my fault you didn't specify how." The Alpha glides over like he didn't just kill everyone Stiles cares about, cupping his cheek with a look that he's certain is meant to be filled with love. "Now you have nothing keeping you here. You're mine and we're leaving." 

Before his swollen eyes can process what's happening there's a pinch in his arm and Stiles blacks out. 

[shiftynightshade]

Shoto tilted his head against the pillow of his futon and stared drowsily at the base of his dresser, boredom gently lapping at his consciousness. He briefly considered taking a nap, but that would most likely lead to Endeavour bursting into his room and leaving him in a shitty mood.

‘Guess I’ll go check the kitchen. Hopefully, I still have some cold soba left.’

With a huff Shoto dragged himself up from the floor, groaning when his back creaked in protest. “Nope- nope-nope-nope- todays is just not it.”

A few minutes later and Shoto finally stumbled into the kitchen, silently thanking every god that Fuyumi or Endeavour weren’t in the room. Grasping the handle to the fridge Shoto pulled the door open smiling when the cold soba was still on the shelf he left it the previous night.

Grabbing the bowl and kicking the fridge door shut, Shoto clutched the bowl and took his first bite of the noodles, humming in delight at the taste. He walked out the doorway and into the living room. A small shine caught his eye though.

Shoto raised an eyebrow and walked over to the bench, eyes widening when he saw exactly what the shine was.

‘No way…’

Placing his half-eaten soba down Shoto grabbed the slim rectangle and felt a smirk grow across his face. ‘Let us have some fun now, shall we?’

* * * *

Their phones all pinged at once, a photo from Todoroki was accompanied by a single message. Ochako's eyes sparkled as the image of Shoto with a devious smirk spread across his face, eyes full of life and ready to wreak havoc.

And in between his index and middle fingers?

Endeavour’s Platinum Card. Ochako tilted her head and stared at the message that was across the photo.

“It’s Either Murder Or Vandalism, Take Your Pick” – Tenya Iida

I Tried To Fight a Cop In Hospital Slippers: lets go fuckers, we’re going shopping!

I Suplexed A Feral Pomeranian But I’m Still Broke As Fuck: holy hsit yes please

I’m Coming For Kacchan’s Arms And Legs: dude lets go and buy as much shit as possible

I Fist Fought Stain In A Back Alley And Got Stabbed Multiple Times In Response: Shoto…

I Say What’s On My Mind And I Drown Perverts: Come on Tenya just this once?

I Suplexed A Feral Pomeranian But I’m Still Broke As Fuck: CMON TEN-CHAN ITLL BE AWESOME

I Fist Fought Stain In A Back Alley And Got Stabbed Multiple Times In Response: I wasn’t gonna argue actually, I ONLY HAVE ONE RULE THOUGH

I Tried To Fight a Cop In Hospital Slippers: fine whats the rule

I Fist Fought Stain In A Back Alley And Got Stabbed Multiple Times In Response: we have to max the card

I’m Coming For Kacchan’s Arms And Legs: jhdwfehj SWEEET

I’m Coming For Kacchan’s Arms And Legs: meet you guys there then?

I Say What’s On My Mind And I Drown Perverts: meet you all there

The next few hours were the best Shoto’s had in a long time.

They had passed a hero merch store and Shoto saw how Izuku’s eyes had shone, so he grabbed All Might’s secret love child and dragged him into the shop, handed him the card and said “Go crazy ‘Zuku.”

The rest of them had wandered in five minutes later, Ochako grabbing a Gunhead keychain and a 13 plushie, giggling when Tsu walked up with an enamel pin of a silver gun. Ten minutes later and they finally left the shop, Tenya shaking his head with a smile as Ochako manhandled their shopping bags from the rest of them with little effort.

(And if they giggled at the group of teenagers of various genders staring at her with blushes on their faces as they stared at her biceps? Well, they kept that to themselves.)

Shoto and Ochako had walked into the home deco store and had stopped and stared. The two shared a look and dashed into the store, throwing waves over their shoulders as Tenya yelled out, “We’ll be at the café!”

Ochako and Shoto ended up spending nearly over an hour in there, easily racking up all of their purchases a hundred and twenty-five thousand, one hundred and eleven yen each for all of their decorations. Shopping in hand they stumbled over to the café table, shrugging when Shinsou levelled them with an incredulous look. Hatsume didn’t look fazed in the slightest, instead smirking at them from where she was sipping her drink next to Tenya.

Tenya smiled. “We found these two wandering around earlier, so we kind of just… grabbed them?”

Shoto blinked. “Really?”

Hatsume laughed. “Hey, two things.”

She smirked. “One, I need new stuff that Power Loader Sensei won’t supply, sooo Ten-Ten over here said that Endeavour’s Platinum Card in paying,” Hatsume shrugged. “and honestly, anything to piss him off.”

They slid into their seats, Ochako looking over to the purple-haired male. “What about you Shinsou-Kun?”

Shinsou shrugged. “Hey, I don’t like Endeavour, he has some pretty… interesting choices of words to say about quirks like mine.”

Shoto tilted his head. “Understandable.” He said.

They had put drinks aside for them, which had been received with smiles of thanks.

Shoto sipped at his drink, smiling as he stood to throw the cup away, snatching Izuku’s empty cup while he was distracted, and smirking when he squawked in indignation.

Tsu stood and stretched. “We better get going if we want to get back in time.”

Izuku smiled. “Or,” He said, eyes twinkling. “We can go and crash at Tenya’s house for a bit.”

Tenya shrugged. “I’d have to double-check, but my parents love you so I’m pretty sure that they won’t object.” He turned to the new additions to their rag-tag group. “You two are more than welcome to join!”

Hatsume nodded while Shinsou shrugged.

Tenya hummed. “Are there any jewellery stores near-bye?”

Shinsou raised an eyebrow. “Why do you need to know?”

Tenya gave a lazy shrug, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I want to see if I can get any more studs.” Hatsume whistled. “Wow didn’t take 1-A’s class prez to be the kind to have piercings.”

Izuku smiled. “Can I pick out a colour this time?” Tenya extended a hand. “Sure, lead the way!”

* * * * *

It only took them a solid five minutes to find Tenya a few new studs, which included a silver stud with a deep blue Cubic zirconia gem which shone in the light, a similar stud but with gold and a red gem, and a simple silver and white gem that gleamed.

With a numerous amount of puppy eyes, Tenya caved and picked out the gold and red stud, turning to borrow the mirror on the far wall. When he turned back around the stud was nestled comfortably on the right side of his nose, the other studs packed away into a small box.

“Lookin’ good Ten-chan,” Ochako smirked. Tenya merely smiled.

Time passed by quickly after that, they bought a few more things, but the mall had begun to close, so they finally left, all seven of them making their way to Tenya’s house.

When they walked into class the next week after the holiday half of their classmates had double-takes when they saw Tenya’s nose piercing, the blue and silver stud, which had been switched in, was glittering in the morning light, made them laugh.

And if they offered to buy stuff for their classmates (bar Mineta, due to his suspension) well, it was their little secret.

[eddiestattoos]

You know the drill by now

Ah yes an ep that I'm confused approximately 4 seconds in

Yes Clark is a Schizophrenic CAUSE I'M GONNA BUY THAT

Um Lexmas but from Clark's point of view? I haven't a clue what's going on and I don't like it give me the justice league back

"Ever since kindergarten we've been together". I love choking on nothing

Clark and Lex being civil again. Hmm.

"Valentines day is like finding out how babies are born" Jimmy sweetheart, are you good?

He most certainly is he can see Lois and Clark being meant for each other. Redeemed Jimmy

Martha and Clark just like ????????? This ep is already infinitely better than the last holy shit

HERE WE GO RED K

Ok dad mode Lex is adorable I still somehow like him sometimes

Red k Clark crashing the party like only red k Clark can

OH SHIT

Screaming. I'm screaming.

"So weird to see her acting like a girl" Jimmy I love you. This might be a new fave ep. I'm living

Hey uh this isn't a one way make out session here. Lana don't deny you still love your favourite farm boy

Ha so much for Clark Lex civility

DO NOT TELL ME LEX IS USING LANA TO MAKE SOME SUPER BABY

When did Lana snipe the crowbar?

My apologies it's a chisel

Lana: I'm going some place no one would expect to find me Me: kent farm. Knew it

So much for my Brady is the bad guy theory

K it's gotta be the other security guard

Ha told you

Why does my internet always start being crap during fight scenes?

As much as I could hate Lex, i just can't fully but I straight up just flipped him off when he appeared on my screen. Ass ran away when his girl was in danger. Fight me

IF LEX TOOK THE CHISEL I SWEAR

Lex and Lana are engaged, expecting, and live in opposite ends of the mansion. K

Lana somehow still does not look the slightest bit pregnant which is just adding to my there's no way this happens theory

I'm used to 5 pin bowling I forget how massive 10 pin bowling balls are

Clark blowing papers to steal the laptop. I love this sneaky boy

Hey mr I can see meteor freaks how'd you screw that one up? Chloe?

I can't tell if Lana has actually figured out Clark or if she was just questioning the guy hoping she'd get her answer

"Clark I need you to X ray me" Chloe I love you

Clark Kent the emergency surgeon the intensity of this scene upped real frickin quick

Clark please just tell Lana

Lana: Lex if you were involved in this you'd tell me right Me: nope

Chloe sweetheart you are not a time bomb. That being said if Chloe develops powers I will go plain crazy in a good way

I think

Lex do not go after Chloe

I've arrived at the wedding ep here goes nothing

Clark frisbeeing the pic of him and Lana into the abyss my poor lovesick puppy

Oh wait lovesick puppy was dreaming. Typical

Clark: whips hay bales into the loft Clark: oh shit what did I just do

Clark casually just welding the cellar door back on

Is this another Clark dream or is it a Lana reality?

Only Lex Luthor would watch an ultrasound on a big screen in a private theater in his mansion

More dreaming? This ep is just a wild dream on everyone's part I'm confused

Welcome back Lionel strange seeing you again

Is this wedding scheduled for midnight or what? 5pm and nobody appears to be remotely ready

Tornado flashback??? Oh yippee Lana's turn to dream

Hi Nell nice to see you again

It was a setup I should've known. Damnit Lana I had hope for you and this ep

Lionel forcing the wedding on Lana guess I'm back to hating him with my whole being

Watch Lana go through with the wedding and divorce Lex like tomorrow

Lionel: welcome to the family Me: yeah cause it's not like you didn't force her to join it or anything you little shit

Smallville has such a weak definition of main character. Lois just disappears for 4 eps unexplained

"Nice moves for a stripper" "oh honey I learned even better ones as an army brat" go queen Lane

I watched a lot of wwe with dad when I was younger and my childhood memories are being scarred a bit by kane in this ep

Oliver was on my screen for half a second and I was thrilled

Here comes the end of baby Luthor

Are we ever going to learn the actual truth of Lana's pregnancy? I must know

Guy tries to shoot Clark. Clark casually hands him the bullet back. Could these moments get any better?

Lois your effort to fight this guy was commendable

Clark has been absolutely feral lately and I love it

Lex had a marriage last a whole episode. It's not happy but point is she hasn't left him yet. I'm impressed

Yes Clark figure out Lionel set Lana up you got it babe I believe in you

[strivingscribe]

ILIC ~ CH 31

It’s Lost Its Charm by  MsMoon

Chapter 31 ~ A Multi-Pronged Attack Plan

Chapters: 31/?

Chapter Navigation: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15,16, 17, 18,19,20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31,

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age,

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Violence,

Relationships: I feel like it’s a little early for that…

Summary: Now that Amy's awake, it's time to hammer out some plans...

Magpie had left Siheta and Bull in the Chantry, sprinting towards Amy's new room. She was relieved to see Tunan and Tunen more presentable than they had been... Not that Tunan was much of a chore in the mornings. He was mostly quiet, needing time to wake up fully before being ready to converse with anyone... Tunen on the other hand. She was a feral cat and needed expert care after waking otherwise you'd get swiped.

“Hey! Good. You're both up. Uh...” she stuttered in place, trying to think of what to say next exactly. “There's a council meeting right now, but if you guys wanted to wait in the tavern—”

“Council meeting?” Tunan asked, his voice conveying a sense of puzzling concern.

“Yes. With Amy being...well, back. Mostly. Everyone's gathering to discuss...things.” she shrugged.

“When are we leaving?” Tunen interrupted.

“What?” Magpie felt as cold as everything in her seeped into a deep dread. Leaving?

“Yes, leaving, as in returning home.” Tunen clarified. Had she asked out loud? She must've.

“I'm... not leaving.” Magpie announced, incredulous.

The twins did that thing that they do from time to time where they exchanged a glance that held layers of communication. Magpie could read Tunen's frustration along with Tunan's (strangely smug?) acceptance. It was endearing because she was able to read it...it was also irritating.

One of Tunan's fingers twitched towards his sister. “Um. Why not?” he asked haltingly. “I mean...”

“We came here to find you.” Tunen follows, her manner abrupt. Clearly, it's still too early for her to stray away from that hissing cat inside of her.

“And I appreciate that.” Magpie said.

“Can I just..” Tunan was now actually holding his hand up towards Tunen, attempting to cage the beast. “Can I ask...why you want to stay?”

Magpie blinked at him. “I mean.. you did. Just now.” His expression fell, as if to say, ‘really? now? you're doing this now?’. If she was being honest, she'd have to admit that she was stalling, because...

Because this was an out. She could leave. But she didn't want to... and now she needed to ask herself why.

“I mean... the Inquisition is in a position to actually fix the problem.” The typical excuse was the easiest to fall back to.

“What problem?” Tunen asked.

“Uhhh! The breach? All the breaches?”

“OK, so...” Tunan stepped in again, apparently taking on the role as mediator. “You think the Inquisition can help, and you want to be a part of that?” he asked, and Magpie at least felt like he was genuinely interested in her response.

She took a deep breath and tried to settle herself. “I think... I think...yeah.”

Great work there. So eloquent.

“Look, I just feel like... I need to be here.”

Tunen had been staring at her in complete befuddlement. Her eyes twitched towards her brother, and she deflated with a sigh at the look of obvious reproach on his face.

“Just... tell me you're not doing this for the shems.” Tunen grumbled.

Magpie felt her back teeth grind. Something about that statement rankled her, but she's fighting to keep that from showing.

“I am in a position to help. And I want to stay for me.”

“What makes you think they'd allow you to do anything worth doing anyway?” Tunen countered. “And even if you did do anything worth doing, what makes you think they’d let you own it?”

“Look, I'm technically working for Amy, here.” Magpie argued, dismissively. “That carries a lot of weight.” And that much was true. Even though Magpie wasn’t really working for Amy, she’d managed to convince others that she was… and when people heard that, they kind of fell in line.

“Yeah, and who's she anyway?” Tunen continued, not at all impressed. “Until I got here and you started talking about her, I had never heard of her.”

"Well, she's a big deal right now to everyone.” Magpie snapped.

She couldn't help but notice that Tunan kept turning between the two of them, a single hand stretched in both directions, though his focus shifted as each of them spoke.

“According to who? And for how long? I swear, these shems just give out shit and then take it away. That’s what they do. What assurances do you have that any progress you've made is safe or will last?”

“Alright.” Tunan's voice was very deep, and he typically kept his tone low. Now was one of those rare times his voice felt as though it boomed simply because he wasn't trying to sound docile anymore. The boom of his unfiltered voice shocked even him. He cleared his throat, and lowered his voice again. “Let's take a breath... and remember that we are all here for each other.” he reminded, as though he were attempting to sooth a pair of caged beasts.

“I... want to stay.” Magpie announced, feeling the truth of that and the weight behind it even if she wasn’t certain the motivations in the statement yet. “This has become important to me, and I feel like I am not done here. I appreciate that you came all this way; and I am sorry that I'm the only one that was here, and I'm not being as cooperative as you'd like.”

“That's not—” Tunen began, but couldn’t really finish her thought.

“But!... It all boils down to me not wanting to leave yet.”

At that Tunan nodded, giving his sister a placating look. His head tilting, his brow peaking in his version of puppy dog eyes. She sighed at that, the fight mostly taken out of her.

Tunen shrugged, reluctantly. “Well... at least it's interesting here.”

Tunan continued nodding as well, seemingly relieved.

“But we aren't going to keep sleeping on the floor, are we?” Tunen pleaded.

Magpie chuckled, shaking her head. “Doubtful.”

“Well, that's a relief.” Tunan murmured, preaching against the wall now that he didn't feel the need to dive between the two of them as a negotiator. “And your Amy is pleasant enough.”

‘for a shem.’ Went unsaid, but Magpie had a feeling that was very much felt. Even if Tunan didn’t voice it as much as Tunen, he had never been overly fond of operating near or with humans.

But that was a discussion for another day.

“Great.” Magpie said. “Good talk. Now...if you'll excuse me. I have a meeting to get to.”

“Oooh. Fancy.” Tunen cooed, her tension seemingly defused now that they’d talked.

With a soft snort Magpie left them, making her way to the council chamber. She was relieved that the map room was enormous (at least in comparison to Josie's office) and that she wasn't the last one here.

Seeing Amy was a bit of a shock. She was between Josephine and Leliana — odd because they usually flanked the table at opposite ends. Cullen was glaring down at the map. Madame de Fer was there as well, near Leliana's usual spot.

Magpie was a little shocked to find Amy in...well...nice clothes. Amy always had to make do with whatever she could find. Seeing her in something fitted was...strange.

She was wearing a very delicate looking white tunic with long sleeves that billowed, but over that was a tightly fitted dark leather vest, very tailored breeches, and knee-high boots. There were various straps and belts, both to keep things in place and to string sheaths onto.... Her hair was mostly down. The braid had been undone, a thick ponytail hanging low on the nape of her neck while errant curls leaked out to frame her face....

She looked good. Even better, she looked…healthy. Not leaning or waning as Magpie had seen after her previous episodes.

Thankfully, Magpie noticed Sehita in the shadows behind Amy. The towering woman caught Magpie's eye and nodded for her to join them. That put a halt on her next internal crisis, as she had no idea where to really put herself. She trotted over, relieved when Amy's eyes lighted on her and she smiled.

Amy reached for her hand once she was in range, the gesture instantly assuaging her tension. The fact that it was easy for Amy to turn away from the others to greet her was…comforting. She could deal with the questions of why she didn't want to go home, and if she had a proper place that would affect any change later. Right now, she was needed and wanted and that counted for something.

“Well damn.” Varric said, entering with Sam right behind him. “Would you look at this.” he said, motioning to Amy.

“Yeah, they can't keep me down, and honestly that's what matters most.” Amy said with a conspirator’s grin and a stubborn gleam in her eyes.

Again, Varric seemed to come up short, blinking rapidly and holding his hands up. “And with complete sentences this time.”

“Every time I go down, I come back with upgrades.” Amy warned. “One day I'll be invulnerable.”

Cullen half scoffed half laughed at that.

“I said 'one day'.” Amy defended.

Sara and Blackwall were the last to show up, and Sara couldn't just show up without making a fuss.

“Ooiii! Lookatchu! All gussied up!” Sara crowed with a leer.

“I mean, I don't know what you've been doing, but I—” Amy reached down, griping, and pushing up her own breasts as though she were situating them properly. “was getting fancy.” It seemed to be the right response, as Sera giggled, and Blackwall looked elsewhere with a grin.

The room filled up soon after. Solas, Cassandra, and Bull finally making their way into the chamber. Even this big room seemed a little crowded.

“So, we have our Charmer back and better than ever.” Varric noticed as a way of kicking off the meeting.

“Indeed.” Leliana confirmed. “And considering that the information she has shared with us has been verified, I believe we are ready to move.” Gazes sharpened as that was dropped in front of them.

Not that Magpie ever had any real doubts about the things that Amy was saying. With everything going on, a human touched enough to predict the future wasn’t that crazy. She’d seen Sam use a glowing hole in his hand to close rifts, after all.

“Verified? Then…?” Cassandra’s questions went unspoken as she couldn’t find the proper words or the paths for those words to take.

“Our two-pronged plan will begin tomorrow.” Cullen stated with the certainty of steel. “Cassandra will disguise herself as a Lieutenant with a regiment under her to reinforce our position on the Storm Coast. Simultaneously, Sam will make his way to initiate contact with the mages at Redcliff. According to Amy, after the initial contact, Sam will be invited back to Redcliff formally. This will give Cassandra and her team time to deal with whatever is going on at Caer Oswin.”

“Our scouts have confirmed that while Caer Oswin is inhabited, there is very little in the way of noticeable traffic.” Lelianna informed. “It should be easy for a regiment and a team to secure the grounds.”

“Considering the time it will take for Sam to initiate the plan with the mages, Cassandra’s team could potentially be finished and on their way to Therinfall before Sam is finished with Redcliff.” Cullen estimated, though whether this is his opinion on the time it would take traveling back and forth between Redcliff, or his high estimations of Cassandra, it was difficult to say.

“It is not the entourage that I had hoped for,” Josephine began. “however, I was able to secure a few prominent Orlesian nobles to accompany our concerned party to Therinfall.”

“Abernache?” Amy cut in to ask.

Josephine eyed her first, eyes drifting to the ever-present paperwork in front of her before saying, “Yes…Lord Abernache is among those who are interested in confronting the Templar order.” She seemed only slightly put off by Amy’s insight.

“A prominent figure?” Madame Vivienne asked, though by her tone one may think she were inquiring about the weather.

Amy shrugged. “No more or less than anyone else. He has his part to play, and that is enough to note his significance. That should be enough on its own.”

Perhaps Amy didn’t see it as she wasn’t really meeting anyone’s eye, but Magpie couldn’t help but notice the slightest arch in Vivienne’s brow. As though Amy had said something she had not anticipated… What that meant, Magpie wasn’t sure, but she did know look of reappraisal when she saw one.

“How far is Caer Oswin from Therinfal as far as traveling time?” Amy asked.

“It would take a well-armed troop of men moving with purpose less than a full day’s travel, given the terrain…and the need for secrecy.” Cullen shrugged his shoulders. “Perhaps a few hours more, but not by much.”

“After the hubbub at Redcliff, I intend to take my team and hustle towards Therinfal Redoubt.” Sam announced.

“That might be unsafe…” Amy murmured, concerned. “Mostly because you will have already undergone so much.”

Sam smirked at her. “Ease up, mum. We’re all grown, and we can take care of ourselves.”

Amy’s eyes scrunched up as she glared at him, but it was more for being called ‘mum’ than anything.

“Bull, Solas, and Varric will be accompanying me during my tour of Redcliff.” Sam announced. The three people he had called out nodded their assent. “We’ll have another team waiting in the wings to help Cassandra. Madame Vivienne, Sera, Blackwall, that’ll be you. Don’t imagine any of you will have a problem handling rogue templars.”

“Not at all.” Madame Vivienne replied coolly.

“Cullen will move some troops into the Hinterlands after the initial contact, under the guise of reinforcing the camps we’ve established and surveying the damage that the Mages and Templars have reeked. In truth, he will be in place should anything happen that requires us to take Redcliff from the mages and the magister.”

Sam paused and surveyed Amy. “We don’t have much time, but while this is all happening, at least in the day and a half it’ll take us to travel there, make contact, and return, we would like it if you met with a few tutors that could assist you with your magic.”

Amy gave a single, decisive nod. “I would like to begin that as immediately as I can, actually.”

“I don’t see why not.” Sam murmured with a shrug. Everyone was already on standby as it was. “It shouldn’t be too difficult wrangle everyone together after the noon meal.”

“Tutors?” Solas asked, his eyes darting back and forth. “What tutors are those?”

“Madame Vivienne has brought a magic user with her. One who relies on his music to work his magic.” Lelianna announced.

“Zither??” Amy asked, half laughing already. “Oh, this’ll be a wild ride.”

Again, while Madame Vivienne’s face revealed nothing, Magpie noted her eyes darting to a very smug looking Lelianna. Lelianna hadn’t told Amy anything about anyone named Zither, that much Magpie was certain of… whether or not the mage recognized this wasn’t entirely clear, considering her consummate poker face.

“From what I understand,” Josephine began, flipping through some of the pages on her clipboard. “we have several mages that are more than willing to weigh in their opinions as well. Norton, Baxtien, Elossa, even Siheta will all be present and capable of aiding Amy if their expertise should be needed.”

“Oh good. Always better to perform for a crowd.” Amy half grumbled with a taxed smile.

“If you can perform at all.” Bull grunted with a smirk. Amy flicked her middle finger up at him with a dazzling smile. “Seriously, Charmer, maybe you’ve got everyone else convinced you’re almighty, but I’m still on the fence here. You haven’t really given me anything that’s impressed me.”

It was a bluff, but the tension that spiked through the room at Bull’s words was very real. Everyone held their breath, waiting to see how Amy would handle this.

She smirked. “I can give you eleven reasons.” She said with honey-sweet words, and her grin only depend when Bull’s attention snapped away, obviously trying to pair the number 11 with anything significant to him. He didn’t have 11 chargers… so… She held a finger to her lips as though she were telling a secret. “The first hit’s free.” She used the same finger tracing the secret on her lips to point to the hinterlands. “She’s right here… and she’s so pretty.” She said, leaning over the map almost suggestively, her eyes never leaving Bull’s. “All orange and yellow with such majestic curling horns and livid fire. I know you’d love to take her.” He smile was positively feline.

Bull blinked hard before taking in a deep breath through his nose and letting it out.

“Wait…” Sam’s face went slack. “Are you ….talking about a dragon?”

“A Ferelden Frostback, right under your noses. Weak to cold but resistant to fire damage. She cannot be slowed or disabled, and she’s got a whole mess of drakes to protect her and her dragonlings.” She straightened before looking to Sam with a more serious air. “There’s a pass leading to Redcliff that’s being guarded by bandits that aren’t bandits.” She waved off his look of confusion. “One mystery at a time, Sam. I can explain later. One of your scouts will warn you of this when you try to take the road, that is if they haven’t already.”

“They…haven’t. We’ve been focusing on the people and the cult, and you know, that whole mage/templar fight thing that’s going on.” Sam grumbled.

Amy ignored Sam’s cross tone to continue explaining. “The bandits are set up in a nice little nook. Beyond that nook is a natural stone archway that leads to her lair.” Her eyes bore into Bull. “I wouldn’t advise entering that archway and her lair until you’re completely ready to take on a high dragon.”

“I’m always ready to take on a high dragon.” Bull practically growled; his enthusiasm high.

“Bull.” Sam murmured, attempting to regain control.

“Boss.” He whined.

“Priorities.” Sam reminded. “Take out the bandits, set up a camp there to fall back to if things go south with the mages, take on the mages. Then, once we’ve gotten the mages taken care of…maybe after we’ve sealed the breach, we’ll go after the dragon. It isn’t as if we’ll never be in the Hinterlands again.”

Bull seemed mollified even if slightly petulant.

“There were some names that you mentioned that I’d like to revisit.” Lelianna noted. “Names of some mages that you said Sam should talk to.”

“Yes!” Amy said, snapping right back into the gravity of the situation before them. She righted herself, and her attention was now back on Sam. “Clemence will be the easiest to find. You’ll be asked to meet in the tavern, and he’s there. He’s a tranquil alchemist, but Alexius doesn’t want the tranquil around. So, he’ll volunteer to go with you and join the inquisition.”

“Lucky.”

“Talwyn is at the bar in the tavern. You can speak to him after Clemence. But you should keep these interactions subtle.” She scowled, sounding disgruntled as she continued. “I’m sure Linnea will be watching you, and she could be a problem.”

Taking a deep breath, she continued, “Next is either Lysas or Hanley. Hanley’s a human mage standing near the statue to the hero of Ferelden, and he’ll be very happy to see you. He hates the involvement of the mages with Tevinter. I don’t think it would be hard to convince him to go to the crossroads to wait for you. Lysas is an elf mage who you’ll find against one of the stone archways that lead to the chantry. He voted to abandon the chantry, but the alliance with Tevinter has him shaken. He’s another one that I might be persuaded to leave if promised some protections.”

“Considering that all rouge mage and templar activity has been thoroughly halted, none of them should have a reason to stay.”

“They might not have the choice, considering that they’re Tevinter chattel.” She growled. “I don’t know if they realize it yet, but Alexius will confirm that when you meet him.”

“asshole.” Sera spat.

Amy’s face pulled into a complicated frown. There was disapproval there, but her expression seemed… almost sorrowful as well. It made Magpie wonder if perhaps there wasn’t more to this story…

“We all have our missions.” Cullen said, with what felt like finality. “If there’s nothing more, be ready to move out a dawn.”

Magpie watched as everyone began to filter out of the room, and Amy zoned in on one person… She made a beeline for Solas.

[jimimn]

HI ITS ME WHO'S NOT OVER JJK BLONDE SELFIE AND WILL NEVER BE -💫

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO <33333333

HONESTLY ITS THE WAY YOH SAY SUCH NICE THINGS AND I DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS ON END BECAUSE INCONSISTENCY BLEEDS INTO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE FNEKALKD BUT I'M GETTING DONE WITH MY FIRST LEG OF EXAMS ON MONDAY SO YAY TO THAT!! OKAY I THINK WE'LL MOVE SLOWLY WITH BABY STEPS JUNGKOOK DROPPED SOME SELCAS JIMIN DROPPED SOME SELCAS IN THE WORDS OF THE LEGENDARY JEON JUNGKOOK ALL WE NEED NOW IS "together..BAM!" (THAT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS EVER THE WAY HE SAYS IT 🤧)

YES IN THIS HOUSE WE SCREAM OVER JIMIN'S DISRESPECT HE IS THE PARAGON OF A MULTI-FACETED MAN THAT HAS US WRAPPED AROUND HIS FINGER. THE AUDACITY 😤

CHANEL X JIMIN LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN AND OMG THAT SELFIE THAT DROPPED?? SIR???? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?? I MEAN YES BH SAID LET'S DROP SELFIES IN BULK BUT THAT ONE PICTURE OF HIM IN BLACK(GREY? I DONT KNOW FHSKKAJF) WITH THE SHIRTS UNBUTTONED!!! THEM COLLARBONES ARE FREE AND THEY'RE THRIVING IN THE OPEN IN THAT ONE. ALSO HIS LIPS ARE SO PRETTY. OH GOD LITERALLY HE HAS THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE KNOWS HE DOES HOT BOY SHIT LIKE SHUT UP OK YOU CANT DO THAT JAIL FOR U NDNSLSKAJJW

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE THATS RIGHT!! EVEN STRAIGHT MEN?? BRO LIKE HOW DO YOU HAVE ALL GENDERS JUST TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES FOR YOU IT'S INSANE AND OMG MISS SHIVI HAVE YOU SEEN THAT ONE CLIP IN WHICH JIMIN HOLDS HIS GAZE WITH THESE MEN WHO LOOK AT HIM (i think it was bon voyage?) and when they cross each other he JUST SMIRKS AND RUNS HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR LIKE YEAH OK ALEXA PLAY I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT. AND YES I'LL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYTIME 💗💗

12PM KST IS THE HOLY HOUR I TELL YOU ALTHOUGH I REMEMBER WAITING THE NIGHT BEFORE BE CAME OUT WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO COME AND BH WAS JUST LIKE "yea...no" OMG THAT'S AWESOME YOUR COUSIN'S VISITING YOU

HHFJDOSO YEAH IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE THEY DID THE JUMP ALTHOUGHHHH I'M POSITIVE THEY'LL DO SMTH COOL LIKE THAT IN THEIR CONCERTS BECAUSE THEIR PERFORMANCE QUALITY IS JUST.. THROUGH THE ROOF IT'S CRAZY!! WHEN THE PERFORM WINGS?? LIKE HOLY SHIT NO CHOREO NO POSITIONS JUST BTS RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE MAKING THE CROWD GO FERAL I LOVE EVERY WINGS PERFORMANCE SO MUCH MY SEROTONIN LEVELS ARE ALWAYS AT A HIGH THEN. OOHH MY GODDD BS&T IS REALLY THAT BITCH!!!! WHO'S DOING IT LIKE HER TODAY NO ONE IS EXACTLY. AND NOOOO I TOTALLY GET IT WE THINK ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH THAT ACCIDENT HAS THE SAME EFFECT ON ME. IF ONLY YOU'D TOLD ME THEN IN 2016 THAT THAT ACCIDENT WAS THE START OF SO MANY I'D BE PREPARED FOR EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWED (see: him basically stripping himself that one serendipity performance. holy shit.)

FOR REAL THO CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED OUT OF NOWHERE AND DO YOU REMEMBER JIMIN SAYINF uUH iM nOt wORkInG oN a SoLo SoNg aT ThE mOmEnT heHe LIKE ALL MEN DO IS LIE OK AT THIS POINT. BYE. YES TAEHYUNG DID WARN US BUT ARMYS (LIKE MYSELF) PUT THEIR CLOWN WIGS ON AND THOUGHT IT WAS KTH1 LMAO. OMG I HOPE YOU DON'T SLEEP THROUGH ANY OF THEIR UPCOMING SONG RELEASES BUT I'M SURE IT'S THE BEST FEELING TO WAKE UP TO CHECK YOUR NOTIFS AND SEE "Big Hit Labels" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE FIREEE. DUDE SERIOUSLY I NEED JIMIN TO GO LIVE AGAIN (although we've been well fed by namjoon for now🤧😌💗) LIKE THAT ONE YT LIVE WHERE HE SAID "O...M...G" SHUT UP STOP BEING SO CUTE I'M DHJSWLIFJWKALS

LMAO OKAY YEAH THAT'S VALID YOUR BLOG THEME IS BASICALLY ✨jimin✨ AND I LOVE THAT IT REALLY GRAVITATED ME AND YOUR URL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD YOUR BRAINNN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

YES YES YES JIMIN IS SO PERFECT AND THE SOCK DOODLESSS 😭😭😭 oooo so when did you get into giffing? how did you start? BROOOOO YOUR URL'S ORIGIN STORY. I LOVE IT WOW YES IT'S DEFINITELY GOT THE REQUIRED ✨pazzaz✨

NOOO OMG THIS URL IS YOUR BRAND LIKE YOU'RE A LEGEND ON ARMYBLR I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BUT STILL!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE AT THE END 💖

OMG QUARANTINE DID IT'S ONE GOOD JOB AND GOT YOU INTO BANGTAN YAY. OMG YOU AND MISS LIFEGOESMON ARE FRIENDSS??? LEGENDS INTERACTING THIS IS SO COOL. LMAO THE PARADIGM SHIFT YOU MUST'VE FELT FROM LISTENING TO STAY GOLD (WHICH BTW THE MV...THE LITERAL CUTEST OH GOD THE LITTLE DOG AND JIMIN'S LITTLE SMILES DHSJAOWO) TO THEN GOING TO BST IN WHICH JIMIN IS BASICALLY STRIPPING AND JUNGKOOK IS UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOO. YES BS&T HAS EVERYONE HOOKED THE POWERRRR. YOU FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WITH YOUR FRIEND'S ASSISTANCE OH GOD THIS IS SO CUTE 💓 EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM 🥺🥺🥺

AAAAH OKAY MY STORY ISN'T AS INTERESTING AS YOURS IS BUT IN 2016 BASICALLY ALL I KNEW OF KPOP WAS GANGNAM STYLE AND WASNT WILLING TO CUANGE THAT PERCEPTION (FOOL BEHAVIOUR I TELL YOU) AND WAS TOO BUSY OBSESSING OVER ONE DIRECTION'S REUNION AND SO ONE NIGHT (THE NIGHT BEFORE JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY 🤧🤧) I JUST STUMBLED UPON THEIR BS&T TEARS MV AND I HEARD IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!! THIS IS THAT SUPER ADDICTIVE SONG THAT I'D HEARD SOMEWHERE AND IT JUST SPIRALLED FROM THERE I REMEMBER SEEING JIMIN AND BEING LIKE 👀👀👀👀 WHO IS HE I LIKE HIM AND JUST HIS AURA DREW ME IN SOOO MUCH AND WHEN I WAS GETTING INTO THEM I REMEMBER WRITING THEIR NAMES IN MY NOTES TO SEE IF I COULD REMEMBER 🤧 AND I STILL HAVE THAT NOTE FROM 4+ YEARS AGO 💓 AND YEAH BASICALLY SEEING THEM DO ALL THE MUSIC SHOWS AND STUFF AT THE TIME WAS SO COOOL AND MIND YOU BH DIDN'T HAVE SUBS FOR BANGTAN BOMBS THEN SO WENT ON THESE SKETCHY DAILYMOTION TYPE SITES LOOKING FOR ALL THE CONTENT I COULD CHURN OUT LMAO

AND YES!! COURTESY OF YOU I DID WATCH SOME RUN EPS!! I WATCHED THEIR CANADA ONES SPEAKING OF WHICH I LOOOVE THAT PART WHERE THEY'RE DOING THAT SONG GUESSING THING IN THE MORNING AND JIMIN SAYS "are you cold?" 🥺🥺 TO TAE AND HUGS HIM URRHRHEHSJSJSH AND I ALSO SAW THE ONES WITH THE PUPPIES GODDDDD I LOVE THE PUPPIES ONE SO MUCH LITERALLY JUNGKOOK AND HIS DOG (MIRI?) OH MY GOD THAT LIL FLUFFER AND ADAM IS MY ICON WITH HOW HE JUST DID HIS OWN THING LMAO.

BUT ANYWAY!! DO YOU HAVE A FAVE ERA?? LIKE DO YOU EVER LOOK AT THEM AND GO "Damn I wish I was a fan then" BECAUSE HONESTLY I WISH I HAD STANNED THEM IN THEIR DOPE ERA BUT I DON'T THINK I WOULD HAVE SURVIVED JIMIN THEN DHKSOWID-💫

FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!!!!!!! ITS OKAY!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!!!!! AND YAYYYYY CONGRATS I HOPE THE FIRST LEG OF EXAMS WENT WELL <333333 AND OH MY GOD you’re gonna make me cry with the together baam goddddddd same one of my fave moments and jimin’s giggles after that 😭😭😭😭 my babies <3 :((((

that..... black suit selca....... that opened button...... like open one more dear sir who’s stopping you... just do it <33333 YEAH he totally needs to shut up with his i know im hot side it just kills me every single time 😭😭😭😭😭

LISTEN THAT BV3 MOMENT  S H O O K  ME OKAY????? THOSE GUYS LOOKED AT HIM AND HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT (AND HE SHOULD BE) AND THE WAY HE LICKED HIS LIPS AND RAN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR????? LIKE HE KNOWS HE HAS EVERY SINGLE PERSON; NO MATTER WHAT GENDER; WRAPPED AROUND HIS LIL PINKY LIKE THAT???????

OH MY GOD ME TOO I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE THE WINGS STAGE AND WATCHING THEM HAVE SO MUCH FUN IS JUST SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVVVEEE THEIR ENERGY DURING THE SY TOUR MEDLEY WITH IDOL AND BAEPSAE AND FIRE AND DOPE ZSXDFGFCHGVJBHJN THEY JUST LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE CROWD AND THE MUSIC AND ITS JUST SO FUCKING SURREAL TO WATCH HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY DOING WHAT THEY DO!!!!! kinda makes me want to find that happiness and passion in whatever i do in my professional life <3 and LISTEN jimin said the break the soul commentary THAT HE COULD DO SERENDIPITY SHIRTLESS TOO. THE AUDACITY. HE SAID THAT WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST. 

YOU KNWO WHAT I THINK JIMIN WON’T GIVE US A HINT BEFORE DROPPING PJM1. HE’LL JUST DROP IT ONE FINE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE HE DROPPED PROMISE AND CHRISTMAS LOVE (i wasn’t here when he dropped promise but i read that on twitter sdfghjkl) AND NO PLS NO I DO N O T WANT TO SLEEP THROUGH JJK1 OR KTH1 OR PJM1 OR KSJ1 OR NAMGI MIXTAPE 3 OR HOBI MIXTAPE 2 OR ANYTHING BASICALLY YOU GET IT i had slept through dynamite cb because i had NO CLUE that they were gonna drop it at 1pm kst rather than 12 am kst. i was under the impression that since they dropped all the teaser pictures and the teaser itself as 12 am kst, the mv will drop at 12 am kst too. and I woke up like two hours after the mv dropped (which was almost noon my time) and i felt like A FUCKING FOOL AND I JUST 😭😭😭😭 NEVER WANT TO FEEL LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭 

AND YES BABIE NEEDS TO COME LIVE SOON PLS I MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH :((((( AND HIS O...M.....G HAD MADE ME FUCKING SOBBBBBBBBBBB his yt live god he looked sooooooo fluffy with his hair and his tiny hands and his puppy eyes and soft voice im just so 😭😭😭😭😭😭

NO NONNONONONO PLEASE IM NO LEGEND DON’T SAY THAT IM EMBARRASSED im just a normal fangirl who makes okayish gifs 😭😭 and ok yes so i started giffing LONNNGGGGGG time back on a different public fan forum from my country but i never knew the right process and stuff so obviously the gifs were shitty lmao BUT ANYWAY i got into gifmaking PROPERLY this in july last year and obviously struggled a lot in the beginning because i didn’t know shit about colouring and stuff lmao but i kept practicing and even though im not perfect rn i do think that i got better. i love giffing tho. its such a nice creative outlet and whenever i gif the boys it brings me so much happiness :( <33

AND YES ASDFGHJKL ME AND HER ARE FRIENDS SINCE A VERY LONG TIME SDFGHJK LIKE LONG BEFORE BOTH OF US GOT INTO BTS SDFGHJ and ah yes the whiplash lmaooooooo and you’re right god the stay gold mv is SO FUCKING PRETTY THE COLOURS IN THAT ENTIRE MV HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND JIMIN AND TAE AND JOON WITH THE DOGGO JUST EVERYTHING SDFGHJK <3333333 AND BS&T DUDE I GIFFED THE MV YESTERDAY AND IM 💀💀💀💀💀 (like i just giffed jimin from the mv but i did watch the whole thing 5647589 times <333333) AND GUESS WHAT!!!!!! I WAS A LILLY SINGH FAN (IDK IF YOU KNOW HER SHE’S A YOUTUBER) BACK IN 2016 AND PEOPLE BACK THEN HAD REQUESTED HER TO REACT TO BS&T MV AND I HAD WATCHED HER REACTION VIDEO AND (although it didn’t stick with me back then because i was a fucking fool) I DID SOMEHOW REMEMBERED THE JIN AND STATUE KISSING MOMENT AND WHEN IN 2020 I SAW THE MV AND SAW THE KISSING MOMENT MY BRAIN JUST!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT I HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE AND THEN I REMEMBERED I HAD SEEN THIS IN THE REACTION VIDEO LMAOOOOO i wish i hadn’t been a fool and gotten into them back then :((((

AH NO OMG YOUR STORY IS SOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEE ATLEAST YOU WEREN’T A FOOL LIKE ME TO NOT GET ATTRACTED TO BS&T THE FIRST TIME OF SEEING IT!!!! I WANNA HIT MY 2016 SELF LIKE DAMN YOU YOU FOOLISH ASSHOLE AND yes omg how did y’all do the subs thing damnnnnn i can’t imagine

AND YES THE CANADA RUN EPIS ARE LOOOVVVEEEE and that vmin moment plsssssss i cry everytime 😭😭😭😭😭 it is just so soft and innocent and tae’s little smile after jimin just turns around and hugs him 😔😔😔😔 i love soulmates 😔😔😔😔 AND MIRI YES OMG EVERYONE WAS SO IMPRESSED BY THE LITTLE CUTIE AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK JUST KEPT ADORING HER THROUGHOUT MADE ME SO SO SOFTTTT and bro adam is me. i am like that. lazy and un-motivated AF. although if i were a dog and jin were to be my owner i would listen to him so well and jump on him every chance i’d get 😌😌😌

GOD YES RED HAIR DOPE ERA JIMIN 💀 BABIE BUT MAKE IT SEXY 🥵🥵 AND OMG YESDGFHG MY FAVE ERA IS HYYH. ORANGE HAIRED JIMIN. PLS. HE’S EVERYTHING. I WISH I HAD GOTTEN INTO THEM DURING THAT. LIKE THAT ERA IS ..... SOMEHOW SO FUCKING WILD AND STILL SO ASSURING AND CALMING ????? KEEPS ME ROOTED LIKE IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN DFGHJKL AND WINGS TOO DAMN I WISH I WAS HERE TO LIVE ALL THOSE AMAZING ERAS. but even though i wish i had gotten into them earlier... i think i found them when i needed them the most. I was going through a very difficult time last year and they somehow they made me feel so fucking safe and at home that the connection was instant. honestly i’ve never stanned or felt a connection with any celebrity as strong as the one i feel with bangtan. its like... they don’t know i exist but they still know EXACTLY what im feeling and what to say or do at that time to make me feel comforted. Its weird god but its true :((( SORRY I GOT EMO I JUST LOVE THEM A LOT SDFGHJKL

[go-gently-please]

milk and honey

~ pairing: cat!Jimin x OC x cat!Yoongi (later)

~ genre: shapeshifter/hybrid!au, smut, fluff so much fluff

~ summary: when Sylvie takes in a stray cat in the middle of a rainstorm, she had no intention of getting a horny shapeshifting roommate along with it. all it takes is close quarters, sexual tension, and a little feline competition to reveal his true animalistic instincts.

~ warnings for this chapter: profanity, mentions of animal abuse and neglect, horrible attempts at humor,

part 1 ~ part 2 (coming soon)

The rain pounded down hard on the cobblestones. It ran in surging rivers down the streets, along the deserted sidewalks, clogging the gutters with twigs and dead leaves and dirty runoff.

I pitied any unfortunate soul caught without an umbrella. Those poor fuckers were soaked through by now.

Even with my wool coat, water-resistant jacket, and three layers of socks, I was chilled to the bone. My blood felt like slush in my veins; my toes were so frozen it felt like they were about to snap off.

I had my collar turned up against the wind as I walked (more like paced, really), boots splashing with every step, when I heard it: a faint, sad whine. It was so quiet I almost missed it. Looking up, I searched for the source of the sound.

Nothing. Nothing but dark skies and swollen, low-hanging clouds, threatening to release even more of their fury. I was the only pedestrian out on the streets. Correction: I was the only person crazy enough to be out in this weather. But I was out of coffee.

Yes, I'm that piece of shit. The kind of person that walks to the convenience store downtown in the rain to buy more caffeinated garbage to pump into my failing corpse.

Seeing no source of noise, I bent my head low, about to start trekking through the wet cold, when I heard it again.

There was a speck of orange among the green, vivid against the dark background of sky. I took a step forward to inspect the clump of bushes lining the pavement.

Huddled in a tight crouch, completely soaked, was a cat.

It was an orange and white tabby. Even though its fur was heavily matted with dirt and blood, I could tell that it was the prettiest kitty I’d ever seen.

It was curled up so tight, trying to make itself as small as possible, but it still couldn’t find shelter under the bush, the rain continued to pelt down on its mud-caked coat. It’s little body was shivering violently.

I gravitated towards it like a college student to free food, abandoning the sidewalk completely and bending down to the animal’s level.

The cat looked up at me with big brown eyes, wide and pleading, as it let out a soft mewl.

“Aww, poor baby.” I held out my hand, and the cat immediately moved to rub it’s head against my palm. My cold, dead heart swelled in my chest.

Immediately, my face broke out in a huge smile as I scratched it’s ears. The cat shuffled closer, nuzzling against my legs to soak up as much warmth as possible.

I could see that it had several deep scratches on its face and around its neck, patches of dried blood clinging to the fur. I could feel the prominence of it’s bones sticking out when I ran my hand along it’s back. It was skinny enough to have it’s ribs visible.

That was it. I didn’t need any more convincing.

I would die for his cat. I would protect this cat until the day I stopped breathing. Yes, I may be a broke, depressed, anxiety-ridden piece of shit, but damnit I was going to help this cat if it was the last thing I did.

Shrugging off my two outer layers, I scooped the cat into my arms and wrapped it up, first in the wool coat for warmth, then in the jacket to keep the rain at bay.

I had to use both arms to carry it, so I couldn’t hold my umbrella, and it only took a few minutes for me to be completely drenched. But feeling that cat curl up in my arms, purring and pawing contentedly at my chest, made it all worth it.

Hugging the small animal closer, I tried to shield it from the wind and chill as best I could. The only thing that mattered to me right now was protecting this cat. Even if that meant sloshing through a rainstorm in nothing but a thin sweater, teeth chattering and fingers numb from the cold.

The first thing I did when I reached my small apartment was turn on the radiator. And the heating blanket. And the coffee machine, God bless. Then I started to run a warm bath.

The cat only tightened its grip on my shirt when I tried to lower it into the tub, but with some coaxing and a few head scratches, it let me set it down into the water.

Now I could see that the cat was a boy, since it had pretty big…umm…you know whats.

“Poor thing.” I cooed as I washed away the mud. “Left out in the rain like that, and so skinny too. You must be starving.”

There was no way he was feral, too friendly for that. No, this cat was domesticated. He used to have an owner.

“Where’d you come from, huh?” I said, working a handful of shampoo through his coat.

The cat’s eyes were closed in bliss, much more focused on the massaging motions of my hands.

I very carefully, very gently inspected the cuts and scrapes all over his body. Most of them were scabbed over, but some of them were fresh and raw. I rubbed some disinfectant cream on them after I’d dried him off.

Steam unfurled from the doorway in warm, fragrant clouds when I emerged from the bathroom, the cat still in my arms but this time bundled up in a towel.

The space was a bit warmer now, but the storm still raging outside plus the crappy heating system of the old apartment building left the room feeling chilly.

The cat was glued to my side as I made myself a cup of coffee. It paced back and forth in front of my feet, tail swishing in the air, as it rubbed itself against my legs.

He devoured the tuna I gave him like he was dying of starvation.

When I made my way over to the couch, cradling the cup in my frozen hands, the cat followed. I wrapped myself in a fuzzy blanket and hugged my legs close to my chest to conserve heat. Sipping contently from my mug, I let the coffee slide down my throat in trails of liquid warmth.

“Ah, fuuuuuck.” I moaned in pure delight, leaning my head back as delicious heat spread throughout my body.

The cat jumped up on the couch and parked himself next to me. He was looking at me with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. It was like staring at two huge glossy marbles.

“What?” I said, confused as to what he was silently begging for.

“This is mine.” I said, nodding towards the cup in my hands.

The cat inched closer and pawed at me. He rubbed his head against my legs and curled his tail around the bend of my knees.

I opened my legs to free up some space, and the cat excitedly crawled into my lap. He curled up and snuggled into me, sending vibrations through my body from his loud purring.

Now that he was clean, I could feel how soft his fur was. He really was a beautiful cat, graceful and poised, and so affectionate, too.

I combed my fingers through his fur, scratching his ears and under his chin, as his eyes slowly drifted closed and his purring filled the room.

I could get used to this.

~~~

By the time I took him to the vet the next day, I’d already decided to keep him, logic be fucked. Now, keep in mind, my brain functions not unlike a boxing ring, rational me and impulsive me are constantly having a fucking smackdown. I’ll let you guess which one wins most of the time.

He was overall healthy, no infections or diseases.

My suspicions about him having a previous owner were confirmed when I found out that he already had all his shots and vaccinations.

Except he wasn’t fixed, and when the vet brought it up, the cat whipped around to stare at him as if he understood what he was staying. The animal started to fidget on the examination table, swishing his tail back and forth.

I said that I’d hold off on getting him fixed, to which the cat seemed to relax at.

The vet stroked his smooth back as he smiled down at the feline.

“Have you decided on a name yet?” He asked me.

The cat looked up at me with those big coffee-colored eyes. I smiled as I patted his head. A real smile. The first one in a long time.

“Jimin. His name is Jimin.”

~~~

A few days passed, and I was very quickly getting used to my new pet.

Jimin followed me around like a Pokémon. If he had his way, he would never leave my side, but I drew the line at bathroom breaks since he had a weird habit of staring at me, which made me uncomfortable. He was a bit of a creep, but then again so am I. He would wait just outside the door for me, sometimes scratching at the wood if he got impatient.

He walked everywhere I walked, was always in my lap if I was sitting, and even slept in my bed every night, snuggled up against my side as his purrs soothed me to sleep. If a closed door was separating us, he’d cry until I opened it.

He was easily the sweetest creature I’d ever encountered. He was extremely affectionate and always desperate for physical touch. He showered me with kitten licks, playful bites, and soft nuzzles.

However, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t a strange cat.

Jimin was extremely intelligent, he did things that most cats couldn’t. He knew how to get into the cupboards, he knew how to get my clothes out of the dresser so he could smell and rub his scent all over them, he even knew how to move the furniture in order to make noise to get my attention.

Some of his mannerisms kind of weirded me out. I had a habit of talking to myself, which shouldn’t surprise you because I am an obvious nutball, and sometimes he would look or gesture at me like he could understand what I was saying.

He was strangely communicative. He could tell me what he wanted with just one look.

About a week after I got him, a friend came over to my apartment. The first thing she saw when she walked through the front door was me sitting on the couch with Jimin in my lap.

“Aren’t you the prettiest kitty in the whole world?” I cooed as I ran my fingers through his fur.

“Uh, aren’t you allergic to cats?” My friend asked.

I petted him slower.

“Maybe.” I said. She just chuckled and joined me in the living room.

“Now, Sylvia, you know what your mother would say about your allergies.” She playfully scolded me, and I rolled my eyes.  

“Eh, I’ll get some nasal spray. And don’t call me Sylvia. I may be named after my grandmother, but I never want to be associated with that bitter old woman again.”

She just chuckled. She knew how much I hated my grandmother on my father’s side. Unfortunately, I was her namesake, that’s why I insisted that everyone call me by my nickname in a small act of rebellion.

“Alright, Silvie, I got something for you.” She said, reaching into her bag.

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be uninterested while simultaneously hiding my excitement.

“Reveal it. I will decide if it is a worthy offering.” I bellowed with an overly exaggerated deep voice.

She pulled out a simple black collar, and I gasped in delight. She just grinned at how fast my facade crumbled.

“A collar! Thank you so much, I’ve been meaning to get him one!” I took the accessory from her hand. The material was stretchy and flexible to fit all sizes, and the center of the band was decorated with a dangling silver ring.

I turned towards the animal in my lap.

“Come here, Jimin.”

He presented his head to me, and I slipped the collar onto his neck.

“Look how handsome you are.” I said sweetly.

My friend let out a soft laugh. She reached out to stroke his ears.

“Your mommy must really love you, huh?” She said to him.

Jimin’s eyes crinkled into two adorable crescents, the closest thing to a smile he could muster.

“You’re not gonna turn into one of those people who carry their pets around everywhere, are you?” She asked.

“He’s a cat, not a purse puppy.”

“I know, but people can get pretty obsessed with their fur babies.” She brought her face closer to Jimin’s and booped his little pink nose.

“Are you going to take up all of mommy’s attention now? Huh?” She said in a voice you would use to talk to a small child.

“Damn, this cat is prettier than me.” She said as she studied his angular eyes and long white whiskers.

“Tell me about it. If he was a person he’d probably be a fucking model.” I said.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? Having a pet is a big responsibility.” She teased me.

“Oh please. He’s a cat. It’s not like I’m getting a new roommate or anything.”

~~~

When you found Jimin on that cold, wet day, he could’ve sworn you were an angel on earth. Who else would be kind enough to stop in the middle of a storm, shed their outer layers, and walk several blocks in a violent downpour just to take in a mangy stray cat?

You were a blessing from heaven in Jimin’s eyes. You, a stranger, had sheltered him, fed him, bathed him, enveloped him in warmth and security, without a second thought.

He’d been living on the streets for a while, after his owner abandoned him, and was beginning to think that he’d never find a home again, never have someone to love and care for him the way he desperately needed.

But then you emerged from the darkness of the storm (literally), and accepted him into your home with open arms.

Jimin remembered that day vividly. He remembered the way you walked with your head bent low, your hood shielding your face from the rain with only your long black hair visible, as your boots splashed through the puddles gathered on the pavement. He remembered calling out to you like he’d done to so many others that had walked by, but you were the only one out of all of them to stop and look up.

The next thing he noticed was your eyes. He thought they were beautiful, not because they were big or bright, but because they were a deep, intriguing black. He couldn’t tell where your iris stopped and your pupil began, they were just two deep pools of inky darkness. The striking color of your eyes made it that much easier to see the kindness that rested in your soul. They say the eyes are windows, after all.

Your body was so warm as you carried him to your apartment, your pleasant scent soothing him like a lullaby.

You'd been his ever since. It didn't matter that technically he was the pet and you were the owner, in his eyes you were his. He'd covered you in his scent to prove it.

Speaking of which, there was a lot of you that needed covering. You were tall and unusually broad-shouldered, athletically built, and awkwardly proportioned. Your legs were long and your feet were big, your body lacking curves or overly distinctive features.

But every time Jimin saw you, his heart did flips and his stomach erupted with butterflies. No one had ever shown him such kindness before, and it made you that much more attractive in his mind.

As much as Jimin wanted to show you his human form, he decided to wait; he didn't want to risk scaring you away.

All he wanted to do was touch you with hands rather than paws. He wanted to wrap you in his arms and have your body curl into his, like you'd done so many times to his cat form. He wanted you to run your fingers through his hair instead of his fur.

He’d wait, though. He couldn't take the risk of losing you.

It didn’t take long for that plan to be ruined.

One day, he'd gotten into the fridge and spilled the milk, making a huge mess of the kitchen and himself.

“No! Bad boy!” You shouted when you discovered him sitting in the middle of the large white puddle, licking his paws. He bent his head guiltily as droplets of milk rolled off his whiskers.

With a groan of frustration, you picked him up and carried him to the bathroom.

Great. Now I have to give him a bath, you thought. Jimin hated baths. You sighed irritably as you waited for the tub to fill up.

Jimin was avoiding your eyes, something he only did when he was in trouble. He was starting to panic.

What's she going to do? Is she going to punish me? Is she going to throw me out? Oh god, please no. I'll take any punishment in the world if it means she won't send me away.

Once the tub was full, you plopped him inside. You were completely silent as you rinsed his coat.

Jimin's mind was racing. He desperately wished he had the voice to apologize. He would get on his knees and beg if he had to.

He’d just started to settle in; you’d just started to get used to him! He couldn’t leave now!

When you'd finished washing him, you lifted him out of the bathtub and set him down on the tile.

You turned to grab a towel, only to find that the rack was empty.  

“Stay here.” You ordered, pointing a stern finger at him.

He moved his head in a nodding motion, which you were used to be no less weirded out by.

If only he could talk to you. Then he could apologize and promise to be good. He'd promise to do anything as long as you'd let him stay.

His body started to tingle.

Jimin's heart leapt into his throat.

No, no, no, please no. Not here! Not now!

His limbs lengthened, paws morphing into small hands and feet. His fur retracted, leaving behind smooth, honeyed skin. Fangs turned into flat, dull teeth, the sandpaper of his tongue softening.

He heard your footsteps approaching.

He had control over his transformations most of the time, but sometimes he involuntarily changed according to instincts or strong emotions. His panic must have spurred it on.

His nose grew and curved in a graceful dip. His lips swelled up like two pink, pillowy flower petals. A mop of golden blond hair, still wet, appeared on his head.

Jimin's pulse hammered as his breath quickened in his chest.

He could hear you coming. You were going to see him.

~~~

I froze when I re-entered the bathroom, fresh towels in my arms now falling to the floor.  

In the place of my cat was a full grown man, naked and soaking wet, cowering on the floor against the tub. His wet hair hung down in front of his terrified eyes as he clutched at his lower region to cover himself.

His body was lithe and slightly roped with muscle. Curving biceps, Herculean thighs, even a faint outline of abs. The features of his face, soft and feminine compared to the rest of him, were twisted with fear.

“Who...what the royal fuck are you doing here?! Who are you?!” I cried as I took a cautionary step back.

“P-Please…” He blurted out, sounding like this was the first time he’d used his voice in months.

“Don't be afraid! It's me, Jimin!”

My eyebrows knitted together.

“What?”

The man gulped as water droplets fell from the tips of his hair.

“It's me, the cat. I'm Jimin.” He said slowly.

I stared at him.

The cat? This man in front of me is the cat?

I remembered all those times he'd respond to me as if he understood what I was saying, how his intelligence often left me speechless, how his alarming self-awareness always freaked me out.

How could that be true? That's obviously impossible.

But what other explanation was there? I'd left for a few seconds to get a towell, and when I returned, a man was sitting in the exact same position the cat had been in.

I looked at him closer.

His big brown eyes were strangely familiar. Then I saw that he was wearing the collar. My eyes locked on it and didn't waver for a solid minute. That was the exact collar the cat had been wearing.

Returning my eyes to his face, I saw that he was visibly shaking.

I finally moved from my frozen position to grab a towel and toss it at him.

The man frantically used it to cover his lower half. He looked up at me from his spot on the floor with big puppy dog eyes.

It was then that all my doubts about it being true were wiped away. I had already seen that look a hundred times. This...man in front of me was undoubtedly, undeniably...my Jimin.

“Please, please let me stay. I'll be good, I promise. I won't make a mess ever again, I swear! Just...please don't throw me out.”

The desperation in his voice made my heart swell a bit, he sounded so scared, so helpless.

I sighed, rubbing my temples.

“I’m not going to throw you out.” I said.

Jimin’s eyes widened even more, something I didn’t think was possible, this time brimming with hope. Maybe it was the light, but they appeared to be shining with pooling moisture.

“Really?” He said, his voice trembling.

“No, no, do I really look like a cruel heartless bitch to you? Don’t answer that.”

He visibly relaxed. The rigidness of his shoulders dissolved, and his tight grip on the towel loosened slightly.

“W-What…” He gulped. “What are you going to do?”

After a pause, I let out a breath.

“I don’t know. This is all very weird.” I said, sounding exhausted. “What are you, exactly?”

Jimin looked at the floor.

“I don't know, really. I've always been like this.” He said.

I stared at him, thinking. Could this really be happening right now?

Jimin fidgeted under my gaze, holding the towel closer to his body. Everything above his waist was perfectly visible, and he felt his cheeks flush pink with embarrassment.

I had to admit, he had a great body.

Noticing his discomfort, I set out to find some clothes.

“Stay here.” I said, disappearing through the doorway. I returned a few minutes later with one of my sweatshirts and a pair of track pants.

Plopping the bundle in his lap, I left him alone to change, closing the bathroom door behind me.

When he came out, he had his head bent low, shyly averting his eyes down to the ground. His hair was still wet, dripping on the carpet.

I grabbed another towel from the bathroom and walked up to him, reaching up to put it over his head and ruffle it to dry his hair. His hair now hung down over his eyes, all messy and spiky like a hedgehog.

Jimin stood there fiddling with his hands, flexing his fingers to test his newfound dexterity.

“Are you...going to put me in another home?” He asked timidly.

“I don't know, I don't know what to do about any of this.” I said, sounding exhausted, rubbing my eyes.

“Please…” Jimin began in a quiet voice. “Please don't. Please let me stay. I like it here, you're the best owner I've ever had.”

Listening to him refer to me as his owner only freaked me out more. I started to pace around the room, hands on my hips.

This can't be happening. There is a shapeshifting cat in my living room.

Jimin must've noticed my distress.

“I'll be so good, I won't cause any trouble. I'll stay out of your way, I promise.” He said frantically.

“Calm down, Jimin.” I said, holding up a hand to silence him.

This was the first time I’d said his name when he was human, not in my usual baby talk voice, the one I used to talk to animals. Jimin purred slightly, closing his eyes at the sound of his name falling from my lips.

I looked at his messy blond hair, his squishy pink cheeks, the fullness of his lips. I thought back to the time when I said he would be as pretty as a model if he was human. I was definitely right.

I had no idea what to do. Here I was, standing alone in my living room with a man I'd never seen before.

But I had seen him before. He was still Jimin, still the same cat I'd been living with for weeks. I knew from his eyes. Those big, warm brown eyes that always looked at me like I was the only thing in the universe.

When he was naked in the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of all the faded scars covering his body. There was no doubt in my mind that he had been a victim of abuse.

I couldn't throw him out. I couldn't stand the thought of him roaming the streets, all alone, his body gaunt from hunger. That was the reason I'd taken him in in the first place!

When I looked at Jimin again, my eyes were soft and genuine.

“Jimin, I promise you,” I took a few steps forward to stand before him.

“I will never abandon you. Not when you make a mess, not when you break something, not even when you're old and blind and sick. You'll always have a home here.”

He stared back at me with wide eyes. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“Promise?” He said.

I smiled wide and bright.

“Promise.” I held out my pinky finger.

Jimin stared down at it for a moment, then wrapped his own pinky finger around mine, flashing a smile so big his eyes turned to two thin crescents.

I knew then that I would do anything just to see that smile again.

~~~

That night, when it was late and I was finally ready to go to sleep, he tried to get into bed with me.

After I had changed into my pajamas and had my usual midnight snack, I pulled back my covers and started to climb in, when Jimin entered the room and started to mess with the sheets on the opposite side of the bed.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked, eyeing him.

He looked up at me, expression clouded with confusion.

“Aren’t we going to bed?” He said.

“Well, yeah, but...why are you in here?”

I could see the twinge of hurt that flashed across his features.

“I always sleep in here…” He said in a small, meek voice.

I realized that he was right. He’d spent every single night since I got him curled up at my side, the sound of his purring lulling me to sleep.

But that was when he was just a cat! It was one thing to have a pet sleep next to me, but a full-grown man who I’d only just met a few hours ago?

“Would you mind...sleeping on the couch for tonight?” I said hesitantly, trying not to hurt his feelings.

Jimin hung his head and backed away from the bed. Moving slowly, reluctantly, towards the door, he let out a quiet “okay,” and disappeared into the hallway.

His broken little voice almost made me cave and call him back, but I let him go, settling into bed once I heard the couch cushions rustle from the living room.

It took me awhile to fall asleep. The events of the day weighed heavy on my mind. I could hear Jimin fussing, tossing and turning into the early hours of the morning.

I slipped into unconsciousness just as the sun was beginning to rise. The early morning light pierced through the gaps in the curtains, and I buried my head under the covers with a groan.

It was unclear how long I stayed like that, curled up in a ball with the blankets tightly wrapped around me.

I was trying to block out all my problems. It wasn’t working.

At some point, I felt something prodding me. I ignored it at first, but when it persisted I peeked out from under the covers.

The familiar tabby cat was standing on my bed, leaning over my fetal form. Big round eyes stared down at me, curious and innocent.

Was it all a dream? Did I imagine everything?

The cat looked the same as the last time I saw him, this time free of the milk that wet his fur and clung to his whiskers in white teardrops.

There was no indication that the creature in front of me was anything but animal.

Deciding that it was all a sleep-deprived hallucination, I let my head fall back on the pillow and slept with a clear head.

It didn't last, though. Something quickly woke me again: a presence, a dip in the mattress.

With my heart hammering in my chest, I slowly turned my head to examine the other side of the bed.

There was Jimin, human Jimin, with his eyes closed and his hands cradling his head. His sweet face looked even softer, if that was possible, as he slept. His blond hair was messy, looking as fluffy and silky as his cat fur, lips even poutier in his relaxed state.

Judging by the fact that his shoulders were bare, I guessed that he was shirtless, only wearing the black collar. I could see the skin of his waist and upper thigh. And then it dawned on me. He was naked.

At the shock of suddenly waking up next to a man I barely knew (one not wearing any fucking clothes, at that), I scrambled away from him as a yelp of surprise left my throat.

Jimin's eyes shot open. His body jolted at the loud noise, like a cat that had been startled awake. He jumped so suddenly that he fell off the bed, taking the covers along with him on the way down. I caught a glimpse of his bare backside, the image of his taut haunches flashing before my eyes.

He landed on the floor with a thud.

Jimin frantically grabbed at the sheets to cover himself, but I had already seen everything. It was interesting to know that his...um, prominent display of testosterone translated to his human form. I had seen his…“beef whistle,” his “flesh flute,” his “heat-seeking moisture missile,” perfectly clearly.

I was staring down at his lower half with wide eyes when he caught me, his face instantly turning red. He gripped the sheets and draped them over his torso.

“The fuck are you doing in here?!” I shouted.

Panic immediately filled his eyes.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so I changed to a cat again. I layed down to rest my eyes, just for second! But I must’ve fallen asleep and changed back. I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!”

He was so scared he looked like he was about to cry.

Aw, the poor thing really thinks I might throw him out.

Softening my expression, I shuffled out of bed.

“You say sorry to much.”

Jimin appeared to calm down, averting his eyes to the ground at my comment.

“Sorry.” He said quietly.

I chuckled.

Jimin’s eyes followed me as I crossed over to my dresser, fishing out some clothes for him to wear. Most of my pants wouldn’t fit him, my legs were too long and my hips too big, so I dug around to find an old pair of sweats from years ago that would be better suited for his small frame. He was quite a petite man, with a tiny little waist and completely flat stomach. I picked out one of my smaller t-shirts, and then handed him the stack of clothes.

I smiled at him, a little awkwardly, but he drank it up nonetheless, smiling so wide in return that his eyes crinkled. He was clinging to my every move, every reaction, probably trying to judge my state of mind.

I shut the bedroom door behind me to let him get dressed.

By the time he came out, I was already making breakfast, standing in the kitchen as the stove sizzled. The next time I looked up, Jimin was standing behind the invisible line that separated the kitchen from the living room, almost as if there was a glass wall between us. If he was a cat, he’d be sauntering back and forth at my feet right now, tail swishing in the air.

Jimin fiddled with his hands, head hanging low, and I could sense the nervousness radiating off of him in thick waves.

“Why don’t you sit down at the table, Jimin. Breakfast will be ready in a bit.” I said in the most gentle, non-threatening voice I could muster, all without a drop of coffee in my system. I was very proud of myself, to say the least.

I set down a large bowl of oatmeal with sliced bananas, blueberries, and generous globs of peanut butter down in front of him, along with a thick slice of toast.

“I know it’s a lot of food, you don’t have to eat it all. Gotta put some meat on those-” I trailed off when I saw Jimin practically shoveling spoonfuls of food into his mouth. He was scarfing it down like a dying man.

“Can I have a glass of milk?” He said with his mouth full, cheeks puffed out.

“Uh, aren’t cats lactose intolerant?” I said.

“Aren’t you allergic to pet hair?”

My eyes widened, shocked at him. This was the first time he’d sounded like he wasn’t about the piss himself from fear.

Jimin seemed to realize what he’d just said, because his face flushed bright pink and he looked down at the wood of the table.

Amusement bubbled up in my chest, finally breaking the surface in the form of a full-blown belly laugh.

Jimin looked up at me, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

Wiping the corners of my eyes, I straightened up from where I’d been bent over clutching my stomach.

“Touché, touché.” I said, opening the fridge to get his milk.

“It’ll upset my stomach if I’m a cat, but it’s fine when I’m human.” Jimin explained.

“Alright, I believe you.” I set the tall glass down in front of him.

Jimin brought it to his lips, tilted his head back and gulp gulp gulped it down. He was very focused on eating his toast as I cleaned the kitchen, his elbows propped on the table, holding it at eye-level to scrutinize it as he chewed.

I shook my head to myself while stifling a chuckle.

“Alright, let's go.” I said once everything was clean and put away.

“W-Where are we going?” Jimin said, sounding worried.

I smiled at him as I fetched one of the sweatshirts from the coat rack.

“If you're going to be living here, the first thing you need is new clothes.” I said, holding it out to him.

“Put that on. It's cold.”

Jimin was glued to my side as we walked down the sidewalk, wet leaves still stuck to the concrete. He was walking fast to make sure he kept up with me.

It was still cold as shit. I'm a cold person, literally and figuratively, but today I was feeling particularly chilly.

To paint you a picture, I wear basically the same thing everyday: leggings from whatever name brand, sweatshirt, sneakers, beanie or baseball cap, usually sporting a white pair of earbuds.

After we’d been walking for a while, I noticed that Jimin was holding on to one of the dangling straps of my backpack, not unlike a child and those absurd baby leashes.

He really didn't want to take the chance of being separated from me.

I noticed that he was shivering. He must've been cold from the sudden lack of fur.

Taking off my beanie, I reached up to place it on his head, pulling it over his blond hair. I flashed him a smile, and his cheeks flushed pink. He did that a lot, apparently.

“You want something warm to drink? You look a little nervous.” I said, noticing the way his eyes darted back and forth and the way the tip of his nose was red from the cold.

Jimin nodded.

“Okay.” He said quietly.

We made it to the cafe a few blocks down and sat at a table by the window.

It probably wasn't a good idea to give him coffee, being part animal and all, so I decided on one of their speciality drinks that was mostly warm milk, and ordered a hot cup of caffeinated bliss for myself.

I plopped down in the chair opposite him and huddled around the warmth seeping off the mug.

This will fix everything wrong in my life, right?

I could feel Jimin staring at me as we both sipped our drinks.

“So...h-how are you doing today?” He asked.

Finally looking up from my cup, I saw Jimin’s anticipating face, waiting anxiously for my answer. It sounded like the words were new and foreign in his mouth, like he was testing them out for the first time. He was trying to start up a conversation.

“Fine.” I said, smiling at him over the brim of my cup.

“Really?” He stared at me harder, analyzed me, like he didn’t quite believe my answer.

I mean, he was right. I was never “fine,” but what else was I supposed to say? Oh, I’m thriving, thank you. Permanently mentally and emotionally damaged, but it’s chill, I’m chill.

“Yeah, why would you think otherwise?” I replied.

Jimin’s eyes flickered down under the table.

“Your leg is shaking.” He said.

He was right. It was one of my habits.

“Well, you see, my pal, my buddy, I am full of anxiety.” I said.

“So, you're not okay?” Jimin said, looking like he was trying very hard to read me.

I smiled.

“Jimin, calm down. I'm not going to get rid of you.” I reassured him.

He stared at me, then he moved to hold out his pinky finger.

“Promise?” He said.

I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. I interlocked our two fingers and squeezed.

“Promise.”

~~~

It was safe to say that I'd spoiled him a bit. I bought him every piece of clothing he expressed even a slight interest in.

I perused around every store, Jimin following me around like a lost puppy, picking up hanger after hanger, holding it up against his body to see how it looked.

Jimin loved soft things, especially oversized sweaters and fuzzy socks.

We went to the grocery store after that where I let him pick out what he wanted to eat. This included: lucky charms, Capri sun, mango, frosted animal crackers, and dinosaur nuggets.

I smiled every time he added something to the cart.

When we got back to the apartment, I expected him to change into some of his new clothes, but he stayed in my oversized sweats. We’d spent most of the day shopping, so it was around dinner time now.

“Does take-out sound alright?” I asked.

Jimin was sitting rigidly on the couch, folded hands in his lap, and he nodded vigorously.

I fed him a lot of table food (sue me, every veterinarian ever), and since I ate a lot of Chinese take-out, Jimin was quite used to it.

I smiled at his enthusiasm and picked up the phone to order.

Not long after, we were both sitting at the table, mouths stuffed with noodles. Jimin was nursing another large glass of milk.

He always ate like he was starving, like the plate was about to snatched away from him any second now. He shoved so much food in his mouth that his cheeks were stuffed.

After Jimin had licked his plate clean, I cleaned up the table.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked gently, plopping down next to him on the couch.

“Umm…” He said, averting his eyes like he was thinking hard.

“Can we watch that movie with the walking house? We never finished it.” He said.

Walking house? I realized after a moment of befuddlement that he was talking about the Ghibli film Howl’s Moving Castle. We never finished? I didn’t recall ever starting it with him, but then I remembered that one time a few days ago when I had put it on in the background while I was painting. Jimin, still just a cat at the time, had been lounging on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. I remembered thinking it was adorable how he was watching with such intensity. That was back when I thought he couldn’t understand what was going on.

“Okay.” I said cheerfully, getting up to pop in the DVD.

I sat next to Jimin on the couch with a safe distance between us. I didn’t know why, but something about this whole situation still made me feel weird.

I could feel him watching me. He was sitting back with his head leaning against the wall, legs crossed, one arm slung across his stomach as his other hand was held up to his mouth. His eyes would flicker between me and the screen, blinking slowly like he was either deep in thought or drifting to sleep.

Whenever something funny happened in the movie, Jimin would giggle and use his tiny little hand to cover his mouth, his eyes squinting into two thin lines. He would bounce both his legs up and down when something exciting or suspenseful was happening.

I was so enraptured by watching the credits that I didn't notice that Jimin had fallen asleep.

His long lashes fluttered against his cheeks, eyes twitching behind his lids. I wondered what he was dreaming about, muscular arms hugged tightly around a pillow as his chest rose and fell steadily.

I smiled to myself, getting up to drape a blanket over his body. I reached down to run my hand through his soft yellow hair. I couldn’t help myself.

Jimin leaned into my hand as a loud purr rumbled in his throat. Still deep in sleep, he twisted his head and poked his tongue out to kitten lick at my palm.

My stomach dipped when a deep, pleasurable moan fell from his lips.    

I was about to brush it off as him just being sleepy, but then I saw him peel his eyes open.

“Mommy?” He mumbled groggily, looking up at me.

I froze.

Mommy?

I quickly racked my brain for any kind of reasonable explanation. Maybe his previous owner was a little kid? Maybe he overheard it from them? Maybe there was a mother in his previous home?

Then I remembered.

“Your mommy must really love you, huh?”

“You’re not gonna turn into one of those people who carry their pets around everywhere, are you?”

“Are you going to take up all of mommy’s attention now?”

My friend had referred to me as “mommy” when she came over to meet my new pet. He picked it up from her.

“Mmm, I’m tired…” He sounded drunk with sleep.

“I’ll turn off the light for you.” I said, quickly moving to reach for the lamp.

“No…” Jimin grabbed at my hand, preventing me from turning away.

“I wanna go to bed.” He slurred, barely able to keep his eyes open.

I finally realized what he was saying. He didn’t want to sleep on the couch, he wanted to sleep in my bed. That’s what he was used to, after all.

I hesitated, but by the vice-like grip he had on my wrist, I guessed that he was too far gone to try to reason with. Stretching my arms out, I helped him stand. Jimin threw one arm around my shoulders, leaning on me as I led him to the bedroom.

Once he was settled under the covers, I started to leave the room, but he stopped me.

“Where are you going?” Jimin called out, sitting up slightly in bed.

“You can have the bed for tonight, I’ll just crash on the couch.” I replied.

He gave me his signature puppy dog eyes.

“But I can’t sleep when I’m alone…” He whined.

I stared at him, contemplating. It was clear he wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, and how could I refuse him when he looked at me like that?

Giving in, I hurried over to the bed and climbed in, lying down with a reasonable distance between my body and Jimin’s. He scooted towards me an inch, but then stopped immediately when I tensed at the movement.

In less than a minute, Jimin’s content purring filled my ears, and I was asleep before I could think anything more.

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