#{leaving this wide open for however and whenever and wherever you wanna do this}

[buckyhoney-library]

nsfw alphabet, b.b

A/N: so sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy! sebastians & nomad!steve should be out sometime this week(end)!

reblogs/likes/feedback are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged

However, do NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics on my blog!

Warnings: 18+, language, smutty thoughts, sorry for any missed typos!

chris evans nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

bucky takes aftercare so seriously! he makes sure that you have everything that you need and you're taken care of first. showering you in praises, holding you close, getting you water or snacks- he is at your beck and call.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

thighs. thighs. thighs. He loves laying between them with his head resting on your stomach. His fingers tracing patterns on your skin- peppering kisses on the inside. bucky's arms are hooked around them while he is giving you head, rubbing small circles on the outside.

bucky has grown to love his vibranium arm, because of how much you love it. he has changed arm usage from a weapon to a useful tool in every situation. being able to cool it and playing with temperatures, pinning you down- making sure you go nowhere- or even being able to cause it to vibrate.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

he loves to paint with his cum. as much as he LOVES to cum inside you and make you hold it- there is something so pretty with his cum plastered on your back or on your tummy. "you look so pretty with my cum on your thighs," bucky is especially fond of watching it drip down your breasts or leak down your thighs. bucky just stares in awe of how it glistens against your skin.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

he wants you to praise him. bucky lives off of praise and when you whimper how good he's making you feel or how he's such a good boy? it throws him over the edge, encouraging him to go faster and harder. he'll never ask for them, but when you start hyping him up, fuck he enters a state of nirvana.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

1940's bucky as we all know was very experienced but after eighty years of nothing? he needs a little help regaining his confidence, but man will he practice and have no problems asking for help. he'd be a little embarrassed of cumming early or not being able to satisfy like he used too, but bucky watches porn and experiments like no tomorrow, catching up on all the new toys/techniques/positions etc.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

bucky's favorite position would be cowgirl or where you're laying on your side, so he could hold you. cowgirl because he gets the perfect view of your body and everything about it.

with an honorable mention of missionary- but missionary with your legs in the air spread for all can see. if he's feeling a little spicy, he'll press on your lower abdomen, adding extra pressure.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

BOTH. There is a time and a place for serious, rough, passionate sex (and boy does he enjoy that), but for the most part, Bucky wants you to feel good and he wants to learn- which means there will be some mishaps and failed moments, but he loves those moments just the same.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

he is well kept and clean. bucky isn't hairless, but he does make sure that everything is trimmed up and clean.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

bucky only does when you're away or he's gone for a mission. when you're home, he has no problem telling you he's in the mood. when he does masturbate, it is to your pictures/videos you've sent or through facetime/phone calls. he doesn't watch porn unless that is the only option or he is looking for new things to try with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

oh boy does he have loads of kinks! bucky loves praise (receiving or giving)! during the more passionate and rough sessions, he is into degrading (but not too crazy) innocence kink. if you have met after his second sexual awakening? god, how he loves to ruin you. he loves the idea that he gets to teach you and that you're at his mercy. ice play/warming (idk what the word is) he loves when you call him sarg does this man have a filthy sarcastic mouth. dirty remarks of comments that leave his mouth- god, it's enough to you off in seconds.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

he is a traditional man at heart, so he loves the bedroom. bucky gets to be as loud as chooses and go as long as he wants without the fear of someone walking in or interrupting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

leggings. jeans. short shorts- anything that enhances your thighs or when you shoot back firey/witty comments matching his energy. The more traditional turn on's as well, suggestive comments, touching his chest letting it fall to his belt, lingering kisses on his lips and neck. "it's like you're begging me to fuck you silly,"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

nothing with bodily fluids (other than saliva or cum) & i don't think he'd be fond of being too open in public- he's a private guy, but he doesn't mind the simple pda and light touches.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

okay let me tell you- bucky loves getting head. your lips make him cum faster than anything else. "open wide, darling" he loves the ability to do it virtually anywhere (privately of course) and the quick clean up-but he mostly loves watching you take his length completely, hitting the back of your throat. "fuck, such a good girl taking all of me," hearing you moan into him and gag makes him go FERAL. bucky isn't a head pusher, but he does grip your hair.

bucky does love going down on you too. his cock throbs at the sight of your legs shaking and squirming. the sounds you make encourage him more, but he doesn't stop when you cum- he licks up every last drop of you. "im not stopping, so i'd stop moving if i were you," he'll occasionally pop his head up to make sure that he's doing everything right and you're enjoying yourself- the last thing he wants is for you to fake it (which only happened when he first re-entered the dating world)

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

there is a time and place for everything. bucky loves sensual sex because he feels the most connected to you and he has been without physical/emotional connection for so long that it's become a must. it is also where he feels the most control and the best, when he can be 100% vulnerable- something never thought he could do.

fast and rough is for those needy moments where he can't get his hands off of you- complete feral mode. when you've been teasing him relentlessly and he needs to remind you who's in charge. those nights are when the kinkiest of kinks come to play.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

quickies are reserved for dinner parties, group outings, etc. where you look too good and he can't keep his hands off of you. "i wanna see if you taste as good as you look". quickies usually consist of fast rough sex that leaves bruises or marks. they also mainly consist of giving/receiving head.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

oh does he! he has almost ninety years of sex trends/toys/etc to catch up on. it will be the middle of the night and you'd be fast asleep only to be woken up by him shaking your arm and going "baby, we have to try this!"

bucky isn't a risk-taker in the sense of public and potentially getting caught, he is a risk-taker in the sense that he is willing to try anything once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

bub is a super-soldier. his stamina outlasts yours by HOURS. you'd be panting and lying sideways and bucky would be ready for the next round and you'd have to tap out. he would chuckle and hold you, teasing you about how you can't last. "can't handle this cock? i thought you said you could go all night?"

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

bucky has a whole drawer dedicated to the greatest quality toys. "only the best for you, dollface." he loves seeing how far he can push you with the vibrators. tying the vibrator to your clit and watching you be sent over the moon. bucky wouldn't be too crazy about using toys on himself, but he isn't opposed to being handcuffed (or pegged)

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

BIGGEST TEASE in the galaxy. Touching you, grazing your heat, kissing your neck, rubbing the inside of your thigh, (stuffing a vibrator inside you while you're on the phone), or whispering dirty things in your ear- but God forbid if you tease him back. there will be hell to pay if you try teasing him back. "you better rethink your next move, darling," "i think you forgot who's allowed to tease who."

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

bucky is pretty quiet, with the exceptions of grunts and whimpers. His mouth is filthy and he dirty talks like there is no tomorrow! he is also a cocky little shit and sarcastic- which doesn't stop in the bedroom. "your cunt feel so good around me," "open your eyes, i want you to watch as i ruin you" "look at you, you're soaked for me"

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

cockwarming. babe lives for cockwarming. early morning lazy sex, but too lazy to pull out of you. you'd be laying on your side with your leg over his, with his cock buried inside of you. "no, honey, just stay" he would mumble with his head resting in the cook of your neck, placing small kisses on your neck, but falling back asleep.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

baby, that serum did wonders. bucky is packing that seven to eighter. his cock would poke through your tummy and he won't stop talking about it for weeks.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. VERY HIGH. he is ready whenever and wherever the time calls.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

bucky's stamina is so high that he probably is starving. he would perform aftercare for you, but once you'd have cared for- he is standing naked in the kitchen making a sandwich.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut

[n0bamak1s]

your type - maki zenin x reader

request: “hi! would you be able to write fluff for maki and a female reader during/after the baseball game?” - @hvnnxh

summary: when todo makes a realization about the readers type, he takes it upon himself to set her up with maki during their exchange event (genre: fluff, kinda rivals to lovers ig)

warnings: a couple swear words, maki might be slightly ooc??

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is slightly off from the prompt but hopefully it’s alright! i left their relationship a little up in the air in the end just bc i didn’t want it to be too rushed but i hope u like it!

if there was one regret you had after becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, it wouldn’t be a failed exorcism or hours spent in the infirmary from various injuries, no. your biggest regret would be telling aoi todo your type.

though, to be fair it’s not like you’d known that the exact type of girl you had described as your type happened to go to your sister school in tokyo. it’s not like you’d known that your classmates would constantly give you sneaky glances on the drive to your exchange event. even the famously stoic noritoshi found himself rolling his eyes when you tried to act indifferent at the mention of maki zenin’s name.

they had always noticed how your eyes tended to wander in her direction when the tokyo students would come over to train with you guys. the only problem was the fact that you barely manage to speak to her, always feeling intimidated by her confidence. though, that didn’t stop your classmates from egging you on to realize your crush on the girl.

it’s not like they were wrong in assuming that you’d be into mai’s twin sister. the problem was how insistent they seemed to be on trying to get the two of you together, which seemed to always end in you being humiliated.

when you met todo when both of you were first years and he hit you with his signature “what’s your type?” question, you answered rather honestly, in fear that he may get angry if you told a lie, or worse you told a lie AND it was a boring one.

“i guess if i had to describe my dream woman, i’d say a girl who’s confident in herself, one who doesn’t take shit from others.” you started as todo sized you up while mai looked at the ground, seeming disinterested. “and not that looks are everything, but tall girls and dark hair are pretty attractive as well.”

you heard a sniffle and looked up to make eye contact with todo, who was tearing up?

“wow y/n, i was worried you’d be a boring one, but it’s clear that you’re confident in what you like. i think you and i will get along well.” he gave you a wide grin and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a hug while you just smiled awkwardly, just wanting to go to class.

now todo was right that the two of you got along well usually, but that didn’t really apply when he used his booming voice to announce that “that maki chick from tokyo is totally your type that you told me when we first met!” immediately following the first part of your exchange event. at the sound of her name, the green haired girl turned to see you glaring at todo while trying to hide your embarrassment as the rest of your friends stifled laughs at the scene he’d created.

after their teasing died down, you turned forward again to make eye contact with maki, hoping to apologize for how embarrassing your classmates were. but unlike the irritated expression you expected her to wear, she instead just gave you a soft smirk before turning back to her underclassmen, who instantly sent her whispers that you could only imagine were asking what the hell just happened.

but surely you wouldn’t see much of her during the second part of the event, it would probably just be a relay race or something where you barely had to interact, right?

wrong.

your next competition would be a baseball game, where you would spend over an hour around the tokyo students, which would inevitably lead to more of your classmates poking fun at you. unknown to you, however, the same thing was happening to maki with her teammates.

“why is your face all red? do you need to rest?” itadori had said as he inspected her face following todo announcing to everyone that she was your type. in response, she just knocked him on the head with her staff and kept walking ahead while nobara and itadori grinned at each other, apparently their strong willed second year had a soft spot for you.

“you know, girls totally have a thing for baseball uniforms.” todo said to you matter of factly as you tied up your cleats.

“and you’re telling me this because…?” you replied, hoping to come across as nonchalant.

he grinned at you with a mischievous look in his eyes as he rested his elbow atop your head for support. “who knows, maybe maki is one of those girls. plus, in the event that takada somehow sees this game, i think she’ll be pretty into this look!” he said confidently. you looked away and muttered some bullshit about how you didn’t care about what she thought about how you looked before you were interrupted by the locker room door swinging open to reveal miwa.

“come on guys! we start in a few minutes, and i’m sure you guys would hate to disappoint the other team.” she finished her sentence by turning to you with an almost catlike smile. you tilted your head back and groaned. her too?

the kyoto team would be batting first, giving you some time to relax in the dugout before you went up to bat. just as you were practicing your swing for batting next, your zoning out was cut off by the sound of a ball hitting todo square in the jaw. your hand flew to cover your mouth, not from concern, but to stop yourself from laughing. maki’s mock concern for todo was put on hold for a moment when you stopped trying to hide your amusement and letting your loud laugh reach the ears of your peers. she paused for a moment, not bothering to hide the smile that crept across her face at the combination of your adorable laughter, and the fact that she had been the cause of it.

“nice hit maki!” you looked up at her with a grin, while todo gave you a look of betrayal. though his glare didn’t last long when he noticed the exchange between the two of you. in his mind he was probably crediting himself for egging you on to realize your small crush on the girl, as if he was some kind of matchmaker.

the game went on pretty steadily from there, a few stolen glances between you and maki contrasted by how you cheered for momo whenever she managed to catch a ball hit by her.

the game ended with the tokyo team just managing to get by with a one point lead. you all watched them celebrate their win, before you turned back to your team, complimenting them on their hard work in hopes of lifting their spirits.

you turned back to the other team to see them loudly announcing how maki should go get them some food from the vending machine, every so often glancing to you to gage your reaction. you jumped at the feeling of todo shaking your shoulder from behind, announcing that you should get some food for the kyoto team. these guys really were the worst at being subtle, weren’t they?

instead of protesting though, you just shrugged his hand off your shoulder and made your way to the vending machines, wherever the hell those were.

after a couple minutes of making your way around seemingly every path surrounding the tokyo school, you saw maki, whose arms were hugging bags of chips close to her, and waved to her to call her over for help.

“hey, i’m kinda lost, do you think you could help me find the vending machines?” you gave a sheepish grin as you asked.

“yeah, why not?” she shrugged and smiled.

you guys walked in comfortable silence, considering your destination was pretty much just around the corner. when you realized this, you groaned from embarrassment.

“thanks for that, sorry, i should’ve known it was close by.” you chuckled awkwardly.

“no worries.” she smiled, pulling off her cap to fan her face.

god, what business did she have to look that good when covered in sweat and dirt?

“our school is pretty confusing to get around. you know if you wanted to come around again sometime, i’d be happy to show you around the place.” she leaned her head down slightly, still maintaining eye contact with you. you just nodded in response, trying to keep your composure with the close proximity between the two of you.

“you know,” she continued, “i was pretty glad to hear i was your type.” she leaned down just a little further, so your noses were practically touching.

“because you’re my type too.” she smirked.

unfortunately for the both of you, your little moment was interrupted by itadori turning the corner, it seemed like he had gone searching for the two of you.

“hey i was just looking for you-“ he cut himself off when he saw what he could only assume was the two of you seconds away from a kiss.

“sorry!” he rushed away, feeling embarrassed at the thought that he had somehow invaded your privacy.

you sighed annoyedly, knowing that you would inevitably have to deal with a million questions from your classmates about whatever it was itadori would tell them.

“aw come on, let them believe what they wanna believe.” maki smiled widely about how easily you became flustered. “they’ll leave us be as long as we bring them back some good food.” she lazily swung an arm around your shoulders as you slipped money into the machine.

maybe you’d actually have to thank todo for making you tell him your type after all.

#maki zenin x reader #maki zenin #maki zenin x you #zenin maki x reader #zenin maki #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons

[honouredsatoru]

JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

#jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #kento nanami #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #nanami x you #nanami fluff #yuji x y/n #nobara x y/n #megumi x y/n #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk x you #gojo headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x you #nanami headcanons #yuji headcanons #megumi headcanons #nobara headcanons

[narrators-journal]

Hello, I hope you are well, can I ask Yandere Akutagawa who probably hates you for how you make us feel? I may degrade you but get mad if someone else does

I hope this is good and is what you wanted! I'm a little rusty with Yandere content, so it might be a bit subtle here. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

As a new low ranking mafia goon you had expected some harsh bullying from your coworkers, but that didn't mean you couldn't despise them for it, or have the occassional breakdown in the headquarters bathroom or something. That was actually how you'd met your first friend-like person in the organization, Higuchi had found you fighting to not cry in the bathroom one day, and instead of belittling you for the moment of weakness, she gave you a paper towel to dab the tears from your (s/c) cheeks and assured you that she understood your predicament.

In all honesty, the harassment wouldn't be that bad if it weren't for one specific man. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke.

Akutagawa was a violent, hostile, rabid dog of a man who took any possible chance to insult you without mercy. It didn't even have to be anything that would get you into trouble or annoy him, he would belittle anything he could about you as a person, not just your work for the mafia. It had quickly lost all of the leeway you had for newbie-hazing. At least now you had a reason to blame for the prickly mafioso hating your guts. Turns out he isn't a fan of his fashion being labelled 'hot topic tween goth.' After that, you just avoided him as best you could, which seemed near impossible with how much he continued to pop up in your life, even after you'd insulted him.

Of course, Mori would pair you with the goth pretty frequently despite your reluctance, Akutagawa had a pretty variable set of jobs he could be assigned to and thus would be a good on-the-job teacher for a newbie such as yourself, but after you'd insulted the goth he didn't leave you alone like you might've thought he would. Instead, he seemed to pop up a lot more frequently, even outside of the jobs you were paired with him on. Of course, you would see the pale vampire at the headquarters when you weren't working with him, but now you had gone from seeing him maybe once a week for a task or to retrieve or deliver ill-gotten cash, to seeing him a distance behind you in the hallway of the headquarters almost every other day, or in one of the spare sitting rooms the goons had overtaken and claimed as a sort of 'break room' on nights when you'd stay super late into the night and should've been alone.

However, you couldn't really accuse the hostile man of stalking you just to glare at you or spit insults. After all, Higuchi had always had a very valid point as to why you were running into him when you brought the occurrences up, and you'd be labelled a loon for thinking he'd been trailing you just because you had spotted him in the grocery store. So, you opted to keep your mouth shut and just ignored him whenever you could get away with it.

Though, every once in a while a snide remark or two slipped out, like one had on the day he limped into the headquarters after another spat with his rival, Atsushi Nakajima.           "You look like a cat's half digested dinner," you snorted, watching the wheezing vampire flop into one of the fancy velvet chairs in the empty break room. He was still glowing a pretty vibrant red, with his coat ribbon lashing like the tail of an angry cat, but he ignored your comment and instead focused on wrapping his slashed up arm and leg in bandages. Then, just as you were beginning to leave the room to find your own place to do some paperwork, you felt fabric slither around your neck to tighten into a razor-wire choke-collar and yank you none-too-gently over to the chair Akutagawa sat in.

You weren't likely to cut an impressive figure with your (e/c) eyes wide with shock at the sudden attack, and fear at the feeling of Rashoumon's sharp edges biting into your (s/c) skin to draw blood under your bully's cold, humiliation-filled glare,          "I think you're beginning to forget your place here, newbie." He spat, his raspy growl dripping with venom, "Not only do I outrank you, but I am much stronger than you. You are nowhere near Jinko's strength, fucking Higuchi is more of a threat to me than you are, so the next time you want to feel more significant than you are and insult me, I suggest you have a fucking grave dug beforehand." He got right in your face as he spoke, barring his teeth at you with sin-worthy wrath in his grey eyes, but, just for a moment before the lethal ribbon threw you away as easily as he would a gum wrapper, he hesitated. It was brief, only a few seconds, but Akutagawa's anger lessened, and instead he leaned forward just a hair. Just as quickly as it appeared though, the moment was gone. His fury returned with a vengeance and the ribbon that held you captive launched you across the room, sending you sliding across the floor and into the wall hard enough to crack it just a bit.

You took the hint and scrambled to your feet as soon as you got some air into your lungs, coughing and wheezing as you fled the room before Rashoumon could be sent through your spine next.

Admittedly, being snippy with the vampire after he'd already been embarrassed like that hadn't been a shining example of your best timing, but you tried to move past it, and that weird moment of hesitation, and label it a learning experience. Your fellow goons however, caught wind of your confrontation and did not give you such kindness. They instead turned it into more ammunition for snide remarks about how intelligent you were.

          "Hey! Look who just walked in!" A goon you had yet to learn the name of almost crowed one day when you were eating lunch in the breakroom, just trying to watch some tv before your next job when Akutagawa had come in. "Hey, (y/n), wanna try and see if he'll knock your braincells back into place?" You just glared at the man while he continued to call you stupid and just try to instigate whatever fight he could it seemed. You didn't fall for his trap though, keeping your mouth firmly shut and not responding to his insults or assumptions of how masochistic you were. No, you instead simply returned your attention to the tv and blocked out Akutagawa's existence until you finished your lunch and left for your job.

Thankfully, it was a solo mission, a new extension of trust from Mori, and a prime chance to not only prove yourself, but to get away from the assholes you worked with. So, by the time you returned to the mafia headquarters, you were feeling pretty good and had almost completely forgotten your earlier run-in with that asshole of a goon around your lunch time.

Of course, the sky was dark by the time you returned from the job, so on top of your improved mood, you were also spared further heckling since everyone else had finished their work and gone home for the night. So, you were gratefully able to fly through the report you had to write about the mission, and cataloging of the goods you'd distributed without issue. It wasn't until you stopped by the bathroom to change out of your clothing and into some more comfortable, not-dirty clothes before your walk home that you smelled the stench of blood.

It hit you like a brick as soon as you had opened the bathroom door. The whole bathroom reeked of the dizzying smell of iron and death so badly that it poured out into the empty hallway. All it took was a few steps inside to investigate for you to spot the source of such a strong stench. A corpse huddled into the far corner across from the stalls.

Through your stinging tears, you could see that it was likely one of the other mafia goons, and judging by the one bloody tuft of hair you could see amongst the chunks of flayed flesh...it was the same goon that was messing with you earlier. Since your only identifier was the shredded and blood soaked suit that the heap of shredded flesh and spilled entrails somewhat wore and a bit of hair, you couldn't say for certain, but something in your gut told you it was the same man.

      "You know, you should really grow a spine." You whirled around to face the doorway as soon as the raspy voice spoke, (e/c) eyes wide and your hand instantly falling to the small pistol you had at your hip. But, instead of some demented intruder out to murder any mafia goons they found, you were instead met with Akutagawa. Your worst bully.

For a moment, all you could do was stare in shock, your brain frantically scrambling to recollect its composure under the pressure of an almost primal terror, just letting you stammer out a shakey,         "What?" before your legs began to turn to jello, the thick blanket of coppery blood in the air making your stomach want to escape out of your mouth. However, you put your hand on the cool glass of the sink and bit back the urge to vomit. The last thing you wanted was to give the sadistic mafioso more ammo against you in his harassment, and if he was the goon-slaughtering-psycho, you didn't want to go out because you were too busy retching to defend yourself. However, he didn't attack you. He just stood in the doorway and glared at the mutilated pile of flesh as if it had insulted his family for a moment before speaking again,         "You're supposed to be a mafia member, (y/n), you can't just let people use you as a doormat, it reflects poorly on the organization." he chided with a derisive sniff, "Grow a damned spine and begin to stand up for yourself. No one's going to 'defend your honor' like this..." He trailed off, fixing you with a cold, irritated look for a long moment before he turned on his heel with a huff, "Clean that bastard up, before he stains the linoleum anymore than he already has."

With that, Akutagawa stomped off back to wherever he'd come from. Leaving you to deal with the bloody carnage you'd discovered, and to ask yourself why he had even been here. It was the middle of the night, most everyone should be home by now, but the goth had appeared only a moment after you'd entered the bathroom, how had he shown up so quickly? He didn't bring Mori or anyone else, so it wasn't like he'd discovered the body first...

You got a sick feeling that he'd been the one to leave such a nightmarish scene. And that he'd been waiting for you to find it or something.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #Akutagawa ryuunosuke #x reader #Yandere akutagawa #ask #scenario #yandere

[imissjoongsmullet]

Something Better (1/2)

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: fluff/angst (will lead to smut eventually because hi hello it’s me writing about Chan)

Summary: You and Chan have been best friends since before you can remember but now that you’re in college, things start to feel strange, especially with the way he acts when it comes to your boyfriend.

Read part 2

Warnings: part 1 of 2 (probably), cutesy friendship stuff, lots of stupid banter, bit of suggestive conversations, a good dash of angst, Changbin as your boyfriend (do you need a warning for that lol), oh and though this one is pretty clean, there will be smut in later chapters.

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Ok so I’m going to try to keep this to 2 chapters but I can’t promise anything. Anyone who follows me knows I tend to get carried away it’s a thing... Also, yes, this is such a cliché trope but BOY DO I LOVE IT! Thanks again for the request. I had a great time writing this!

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Five minutes to four. Almost there. The old man at the front of the auditorium had been droning on about the history of bleebidiblah wherever for the past two hours and you were very much ready for it all to end and for the weekend to begin. You heard a pencil drop beside you and turned to see your friend pick it back up and place it between his upper lip and nose.

“Looking great,” you whispered, fighting back a smile.

“I know,” he snickered, making the thing drop into his lap for the dozenth time that class.

Chan was kind of an idiot. But he was also kind of your best friend. You’d grown up in the same neighborhood and had been inseparable since kindergarten. He was the first person you’d went to when you’d found out Santa wasn’t real, the first person you’d ever sneaked out of the house to go to a party with and the first person you’d ever gotten blackout drunk with; not to mention he was the only one who knew about your irrational fear of oven toasters. He knew everything about you and you knew everything about him. You were a team, tied together so much so, that you’d even decided to follow each other to the same college.

“Hey,” he nudged your shoulder, “how about we go downtown tonight and celebrate the weekend? I heard it’s prolonged happy hour at GB’s.”

The twinkle in his eyes made you want to say yes; it was a very tempting offer. “Can’t,” you replied eventually, scrunching up your nose at him.

“Come on, why not?” said Chan, leaning in and shaking your thigh, “we can go to karaoke after and you can crash at my place. I bought so many Doritos and they’re not gonna eat themselves.”

You bit your lip. “I kind of promised Changbin I’d go over tonight.” You already knew what was coming.

“Again?” he exclaimed a bit too loudly, drawing the attention of some of the other students, “you stayed over like three times this week already.” He sagged in his chair, rolling his eyes at you.

“Don’t be a child,” you retorted shoving him lightly.

That put some of his smile back in place. “You know, I think this Changbin guy isn’t the one for you,” said Chan, pretending to look pensive, “he’s got shifty looking eyes… and his nose is too big.”

You couldn’t keep from chuckling. Dipping down in your chair out of sight of your teacher, you turned to your friend. “You’re so full of shit, what does that even mean?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “maybe he’s having evil, shifty, big-nosed plans and you don’t even know it.”

“Your nose is big too, you know?” you said, pinching his nose.

He slapped your hand away and pinched you back, which made you cry out so loud the teacher went silent, eyes in your direction. Your cheeks flushed hot but just as you were about to apologize to the entire auditorium, the bell rang, pushing everyone around you into motion.

“Oops,” said Chan, eyes full of mischief as he rose from his chair along with everyone else.

You packed your things and followed him, kicking at his heels pettily.

“Seriously though, all the staying over,” Chan went on once you were out in the packed hallway, “sure he isn’t tiring you out?” The wicked grin on his face told you exactly what he meant.

“Chan, I swear if you don’t shut up,” you started but he interrupted fast.

“I just mean, you’re a studious girl,” he explained, grabbing your shoulders and rubbing them, “you can’t have a shifty-eyed boy like him distract you from your super important studies with sexy times.”

“And you taking me out to GB’s is helping me with my studies how exactly?”

“At least I’m not trying to put my dick in you every single night.”

“Chan!” you yelled out, looking around frantically at all the other students within earshot of your conversation.

“Aww,” Chan chuckled, hugging you closer, putting his lips near your ear, “you’re so cute when you’re all flustered.”

You were extremely happy he was behind you and couldn’t see the look on your face because you were even redder than before, staring eyes-wide into space. For as close and you and Chan were, you couldn’t help but feel shy whenever he mentioned sexual stuff around you. Not that you weren’t a sexual person; you just didn’t really know how to act around him when it came to those things. It didn’t help that you felt him all over you now, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand right up.

“Listen,” you said, shrugging out of his grip and trying to compose yourself, “how about we hang out tomorrow night? I’m sure the drinks will be just as toxic and delicious then.”

He came up next to you. “Fine, but you’re buying,” he said, “you’ve been leaving me lonely far too much. I demand compensation.”

You smiled and shook your head. “Fine.”

[I’ll be there in 10]

You hurriedly typed as you left Changbin’s place. You were meeting Chan for coffee. You were supposed to work on an assignment together that afternoon but you felt more than a little distracted after the previous night hadn’t ended up as fun as you’d hoped. You didn’t even really remember how it had started but you and Changbin had gotten into an argument that had lasted for most of the night. It wasn’t anything heartbreaking; it was just frustrating that your relationship wasn’t going the way you’d imagined it. And now you’d have to face Chan and pretend everything was okay because you were far too prideful to give him the satisfaction of saying ‘I told you so’.

He was waiting at your typical spot in the back of the café, his notebook ready on the table. You were happily surprised to find him jotting things down as you walked up. When you sat down, however, you realized he’d just been doodling obscenities in the margins of his book.

“Good afternoon,” you said, closing his book and grabbing the coffee he’d ordered for you.

You felt his eyes on you as you sipped the burning hot drink. You were just waiting for it at this point.

“So,” he started, amusement dripping down his face, “how was last night?”

“Shut up,” you countered, opening up your own book and looking anywhere but at him.

You and Chan were used to working together. Chan always had problems focusing and you were always there to give him the kick in the ass he needed to get the work done. On the other hand, Chan was the one coming up with the most creative ideas for your projects so, despite your differences, you worked quite well off of each other. 

For a while, things were fine: Chan was on his second coffee and the ideas flowed generously; you just had to write them down and turn them into usable content. Things were nice and light as they should be. You took a break and ordered waffles, enjoying them without any mention of Changbin; it was great. You talked about concerts you were excited to go to together in the coming months, showed each other movie trailers of stuff you really wanted to watch together and you laughed at the absolute dumbest things. You thought perhaps it was the caffeine that was making you both so silly.

Unfortunately, after that initial boost of energy, came the inevitable crash.

By the time Chan was picking at the ice at the bottom of his empty third coffee, things were started to shift. You were trying to finish up the assignment but it was clear Chan was starting to get burnt out. Gradually, conversation trickled away from the project at hand and into less productive territory.

“What is it you like about him?” he asked, staring zombie-like into his cup.

“Not now, Chan,” you sighed, eyes on your laptop screen. You felt his fingers at your side, poking lazily.

“No, come on,” he said, voice sleepy, “I wanna know.”

You stopped typing and took a deep breath.

“He’s—” you started, trying to think of something while your head replayed how you’d argued the night before.

Chan let out a chuckle. “Yeah, he sounds great.”

“Oh, fuck off,�� you groaned, a little harsher than you’d meant it, “let’s just get this done.”

But Chan didn’t let up. Your inability to define your love for Changbin had apparently made him very eager to tease you and it was getting harder and harder to ignore him.

“I bet he sleeps with his socks on,” he said, sipping his empty drink loudly, “weirdo.”

“Chan please.”

“Tell me he doesn’t.”

“Chan.”

“He totally does, doesn’t he!”

“Chan I swear if you don’t shut up I’m gonna kick you where it really hurts!”

“Fine,” he said, still laughing, putting up his hands in defense, “jeez, I was just having fun.” Then he came closer and, entirely oblivious, wrapped his arms around you tight. “No more coffee for you, it makes you mean.” He gave your temple a quick kiss and, chuckling, got up from his seat.

“Gotta pee, this coffee is going right through me, be right back.” 

It occurred to you, as you watched him walk off, how odd your relationship with Chan was. Or maybe Chan was just an odd person? Or maybe he was simply acting oddly recently? You tried to shrug off the confusing thoughts and instead opened up your phone. The last text from Changbin was right at the top. You clicked it and smiled, rereading the sweet message he’d sent you the day before. You should probably make up with him soon, you decided.

After another half hour of half-assed adjustments, you and Chan finally called it a day.

“If you could input your slides right after mine, I’ll do the touch ups and bring it all to class,” you said, staring at your laptop screen, “we should probably go over it together the day before though.”

Chan’s face was in his arms on the table, looking drowsy. “Yeah, sounds good,” he mumbled, “I’ll type them out by Monday, we’ve got most of the stuff down already, it shouldn’t be hard.”

“Good,” you nodded, finally letting yourself sit back and relax. You closed your eyes in a long yawn as you stretched out your arms. When you opened them again Chan was looking at you.

“Tired huh?” he said, his lips curling up into a knowing smirk.

You stared back at your friend blankly. “You know what? Yes, I am actually. I stayed up most of the night.”

His eyebrows rose up in surprise but he didn’t speak.

“And that’s all I’m gonna say on the matter so can we please wrap this up now?” you added, “I think I should go see Changbin later tonight cause— well, we just have some things to discuss.”

“Wait, hold up,” said Chan, straightening up beside you and, finally, all laughter was wiped from his face, “I thought we were going out tonight.”

The memory of your promise hit you, throwing a small dose of guilt over your head. “I’m sorry, Chan, really. I just got some things to do—”

“Some things to do?” he interrupted, now definitely irritated, “you’re gonna ditch your best friend for some mediocre sex?”

“Chan that’s not what this is,” you started but you knew you’d set him off and there was no going back.

“Whatever,” he snapped, “it’s fine I’ll call some people who actually wanna hang out—”

“Chan—” you tried, shocked at the rapidity with which his mood had switched.

“—instead of someone who’ll leave me for the first boy to give her the least bit of attention—”

“Hey!” you said, getting up from your seat, heating up from the sting of his words.

Chan got up as well, the look in his eyes pained. “I said it’s fine,” he repeated, placing some money on the table and walking out.

(part 2)

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan drabble #bang chan imagines #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #bang chan smut #stray kids smut #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz angst #skz bang chan #skz au #skz fluff #skz smut #cute bang chan #jealous bang chan #skz college au #stray kids college au #bang chan college au #I'm so tired #college au #is this too many tags? #hahahahahaha #fuck

[pak-pak-suhgar]

Lost One

Pairing: Johnny x Jaehyun

genre: angst, happy ending at the end.

Summary: In which where Jaehyun caught Johnny and Taeyong on their bed. With Johnny on top of Taeyong— topless. How did the two older guys got into that position? Jaehyun doesn't know and Johnny doesn't either, leaving the younger in a broken heart state.

A/N: My first yaoi fanfic on this blog and my first johnjae fanfic as well. This was written on phone so sorry for the mistakes. English isn't my first language either so I apologize for the grammatical error! Happy reading~

Johnny and Jaehyun has been dating for almost 4 years. Yes, you heard it right. They've been together for whole fucking years. So, why is it one of those times now where Jaehyun has to see an unpleasant scene before him? He stood at their door, frozen in his spot. Both guys haven't realized his presence not until he accidentally chokes out a sob. Johnny looked back, ready to glare whoever it was that interrupted them only to have his eyes widen. He immediately got off of Taeyong while the other older guy sat up. Panic was plastered over their face as Johnny quickly dresses himself and sprinted his way towards to Jaehyun. Ready to explain whatever bullshit he could come up with.

Jaehyun remained on his spot, unmoving but his eyes were avoiding the taller one's who was now grabbing both of his arms. Jaehyun was emotionally drained- exhausted, numb. His feelings was all over the place that he doesn't know what to feel, "Jaehyun.. I can explain... It's not what it looks like-" Slap! Jaehyun could feel the excruciatin pain on his palm the moment it landed on Johnny's cheek, "But it is what it looks like." he replied spitefully, as much as he wanted to sound emotionless and harsh. He was too hurt to even try to sound like one. Jaehyun doesn't want to hear Johnny's explanations, so he swatted the elder's hands and made his way towards their shared closet. He grabs his bag and began to put all of his stuff or whatever he could grab from the closet.

This put Johnny on alert as he stood behind Jaehyun and held his wrist in attempt to stop him, "Baby, what are you doing- where are you going?" he bombards the younger with questions. Jaehyun doesn't bother to reply as he only prys Johnny's hands away, when he settled most of his stuff. His eyes were bloodshot red, he looks at Johnny then at Taeyong who couldn't look straight in his eyes. He wanted to shout at both men and tell them off. But he decides that they aren't worth it, so instead pushes Johnny out of the way and left their room, "Jaehyun- baby, wait!" Johnny calls out but Jaehyun never turned back.

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A few weeks had passed since Johnny has last seen Jaehyun, he couldn't contact him either and he was worried sick. Jaehyun wasn't in the dorms, that was alarming. Johnny had tried to contact Jaehyun's closest friends, but none of them spoke about the younger's whereabouts. Or at least they wouldn't out Jaehyun just like that considering of what he did to Jaehyun. Johnny runs his hands through his hair in frustration and punched the wall, Taeyong who had witnessed the scene came up to Johnny and held hos hand, Johnny pushes him away and glared at him, "Don't fucking touch me! I-It's all your fault! Jaehyun is nowhere to be found and our relationship is at stake!" Taeyong could only scoff before glaring back at the taller male.

"If you could have had kept your dick in your pants and didn't allowed yourself to get seduced by me, you wouldn't be in this situation, Johnny. You put yourself into this situation." Taeyong says, before he leaves Johnny alone. He remained speechless and unmoving in his spot, what Taeyong said was true. Johnny wasn't able to wait for Jaehyun that he just let his emotions eat him up and control him to give in to his desires. Jaehyun had been fairly busy with his drama film that Johnny barely saw Jaehyun- let alone have sex with him. Whenever Jaehyun comes home, he was dead tired and would knock out the moment he sleeps in their bed. Johnny blames himself from everything that happened. He was afraid, he was scared- scared to death that Jaehyun will leave him for good. He sat on the floor and hugged his knees as he could do nothing but cry his heart out hoping that the pain will fade somehow.

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"Sicheng, I really can't bother you and Kun hyung anymore.. I'm sorry for crashing in but thank you for letting me stay." Jaehyun says, looking so apologetically at Sicheng. The male could only snort and waved his hand in dismiss, "Jae, you're always welcome here. Are you sure you can go back? Are you ready to face him?" Sicheng asks, concern written all over his face as he looks out for his friend. It took Jaehyun a few moments before nodding his head, "Yeah... I have to go home. I can't run away from it forever." he replies, he could feel the tears pricking his eyes but he blinks them away. He had been crying for weeks and his eyes honestly hurt a lot. Sicheng nodded his head in understanding, sighing at his friends' demise before giving Jaehyun a pat on the back, "Fine, but if you wanna come back. You're welcome to." He reassures with a smile, to which the younger returns happily. They hug one last time before Jaehyun went back to the dorm.

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A loud banging woke Johnny up from his sleep, he groans at the noise and flutters his eyes open, "Come in." he says in a groggy voice before sitting up, Haechan slammed the door open as he ran towards Johnny, "Hyung. Jaehyun hyung came back home last night" with the information that Haechan spit out, Johnny became wide awake as he looked at Haechan, "J-Jaehyun? Where is he? I need to go see him." he says, almost wanting to fly towards wherever Jaehyun is, "In his old room! At the 10th floor!" Haechan shouted before Johnny disappeared into sight.

He wasted no time going upstairs and instantly inputting the passcode to the dorm, thankfully no one was inside so he invited himself in. He didn't think twice to barge into Jaehyun's room, his eyes searching for the man everywhere and when it landed on the figure. He felt like he could breathe again, like suddenly the air that was knocked out from him came back. His gaze softens as he looks at the man who was peacefully asleep. But his heart breaks when he realizes that Jaehyun may probably break their relationship off. It explains why he went here instead of going back to their bedroom. Of course Jaehyun wouldn't want to be reminded of what happened in that room.

They made so many good memories but also made the most hurtful one. Johnny was about to caress Jaehyun's face when the younger suddenly woke up from his sleep, he suddenly sat up and moved away drom Johnny, making Johnny's heart break into pieces, "What are you doing here?" Jaehyun was the first to break the silence, sucking in a deep breath as he looks everywhere but Johnny, "I... I know it's too late but I wanted to apologize." Johnny said, pausing for a moment and waits for Jaehyun to respond. When the younger didn't, he assumed that he gave him the chance to explain now so Johnny began doing so.

"I.. I let my emotions get to me. You were just so busy that we barely had time together.. When was the last we had sex? Whenever I took the initiative, you'd brush me off. And whenever you're back in our room, you knock out. I know you have drama filming but you didn't give us some time together-" Johnny was cut off by the loud scoff that Jaehyun made, the younger finally looks at him. And he felt his heart break as he sees the tears in Jaehyun's eyes. "And that gives you the excuse to fuck Taeyong? He seduced you and you give in? Have you even thought of me when you let your 'so called emotions' eat you up?" he asks, Johnny couldn't speak and this made only Jaehyun snort. He was right, it's no excuse for him. It's the end, Johnny thinks.

Jaehyun took a deep breath before finally speaking, "Look.. I know, we haven't spent much time these days.. I was planning to take you out on a trip because we finally finished our last filming. As soon as we finished, I came back as early as I could, John. That day... I planned everything out. But you- you and Taeyong hyung..." Jaehyun couldn't continue to speak as he chokes out a sob. He harshly wipes the tears away before covering his face with his hands, Johnny couldn't take the scene anymore and ended up pulling the younger in his arms. Hugging him flush to his chest as he sniffs in Jaehyun's scent. God knows how much he missed holding the younger in his arms like this, Jaehyun didn't bother pulling away.

When he felt the younger calm down, Jaehyun pulls away and wipes his tears. Johnny dreaded this moment, the silence was triggering his anxiety when Jaehyun kept his mouth shut. He was anxiously waiting for the younger to speak and when he did, he cut Jaehyun off. "Johnny, I think we should-" "No!" Johnny imemdiately declines, startling the younger male. "No... please... don't.. I... I don't-" "You don't wanna make up?" Jaehyun asks, tilting his head innocently. This caught Johnny off. He wasn't breaking up? "You won't... break up with me?" Johnny asks, hope fills his eyes, Jaehyun blinks at him in confusion before slowly nodding his head. "I won't... you hurt me, John. But when we first dated.. I told you no relationships are perfect.. and so is ours.. However, I can't really forget about this. But, no matter how painful it is.. My love is still stronger. I just needed a break and to gather my thoughts.. Breaking up with you crossed my mind and I debated over that for a few weeks that I was gone." Jaehyun says, biting his inner cheek as he confesses his feelings out. "But, I realized that my heart will always long for you, it will always love you. Because you are my soulmate, Youngho. I could never leave you."

And maybe, even if things do get toxic. Jaehyun will be too much of a martyr person to ever leave Johnny. So, they eventually make up and try to patch their relationship again.

Johnny kisses Jaehyun's forehead as he held the younger in his arms, "Thank you, Yoonoh.." Jaehyun tilts his head and glances up at Johnny, "For what?" "For not becoming my lost one."

#nct scenarios #nct johnny #nct #nct angst #nct jaehyun #angst #kpop #kpop angst #johnjae #jaejohn #nct smut #nct jung jaehyun #nct seo johnny #nct johnny suh #jaehyun scenarios #johnny scenarios #jaehyun angst #johnny angst #nct fluff #jaehyun fluff #johnny fluff #jaehyun smut #johnny smut #taeyong smut #taeyong angst #taeyong scenarios #taeyong fluff #jaeyong

[redhawtriot]

Problem Child (MHA Headcannons)

I work a lot with kids and teens and was literally a teenager a few months ago myself lol, so I know just how much of little shits they can be.

I always see such cute stories and headcanons with fathers and their sweet adorable children/babies, but what happens when they get older and less… adorable?

Well…

HnM💕

💥Bakugou: 

Bakugou’s teenage daughter is probably his carbon copy. The proud attitude and sassy wit would be praised and held on an adorable pedestal when she was a little girl, but when she becomes a teenager, it is not nearly as cute.

“What the hell!? Get out of my room, dad!” She would scream at her father as he barged in her room, “It’s like you never learned how to knock!”  

He would instantly get triggered by her loud mouth, “It’s my damn house. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want!” he would scream before something shiny on the corner of her nightstand caught his attention, “What’s that.”

His daughter would immediately scramble to conceal the golden package, “None of your business,” she tucks it in her drawer.

“No! What the fuck was that?!” He has a slight idea of what it might be but he prays to god that he is wrong as he storms over to her dresser and rips it open.

“Dad!” his fifteen year old daughter shrieks as she feebly attempts to slam the drawer back shut-- not caring at all about Bakugou’s fingers, “The fuck’s your problem?!”

Bakugou’s rigid arms would hold the drawer open as his eyes blankly stare at the horror scene in front of him, “W-what are you doing with condoms?!” His eyes are wide. 

“Fucking figure it out! God!” His not-so-little girl finally slams the drawer back shut, effectively snapping him out of his daze.

He rips his furious eyes toward her direction, “YOU ARE NEVER LEAVING THIS HOUSE AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?! GET USED TO THESE WALLS BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONLY THING YOU’LL SEE FROM NOW ON!”

“The fuck I am!”

His significant other would have to spend the next few hours talking him down from killing every single boy his daughter had ever come into contact with.

He wouldn't be able to look his daughter in the eyes for the following days, but sooner or later he got over his anger and even eventually talked to her about more effective forms of birth control. (God was that a spectacle)

Todoroki: 

Probably going to be a super passive parent, especially with his teens. He doesn't want to be overbearing and controlling like his father was.

His teens might learn to take advantage of this. I could see his kids going to him if the other parent says no to something. This would probably lead to a lot of confusion within the Todoroki household. Lol

He isn't a complete idiot though, he would get wiser to his teenager’s antics and eventually put his foot down.

Or... at least attempt too.

He would probably be a huge softy for his kids and end up giving in to them regardless. 

Izuku: 

He would for sure be a helicopter parent. It would be touching and adorable for him to cry when his son leaves for his first day of Elementary school, but it would be less cute when he is a whole ass teenager and he still wants to drop by his middle school to “check in on him.”

“Dude… is that your dad. Again?” one of his son’s classmates would point out to him as he gawked at the hoard of paparazzi in school’s front entrance. 

“Please, god no,” Izuku’s son would cower into his arms at his desk.

However, he knew that he would have to confront his father sooner or later, “Dad! What are you doing here?”

“You left your applesauce on the kitchen counter this morning, I just thought I‘d stop by and bring it to you while I was on patrol today, son.”

Fucking applesauce!?!

The younger Midoriya would have to fight the urge to face-palm, opting for a heavy sigh instead, “I’m not five years old! I don’t need my dad to drop off snacks for me!”

The sudden outburst would slightly wound the fragile father, “Y-you’re right…” Izuku would immediately understand the new boundary and respect it, “Sorry son, I-I’ll just go then,” he would still hand the sauce over to his son.

As he turns to leave his son would feel a pulse of guilt, “Wait… Thank you… Just stop breathing down my neck so much, okay?”

“Alright!” The apology would fill the father would a sense of vigor. He would turn back around to leave on a much happier not until--

“Oh, wait!” Izuku almost forgot something! “I LOVE YOU, SON!” he shouts from across the courtyard. 

Giggles from the other kids could be heard as his son ducks shamefully into himself, “L-love you too…dad...” the boy’s face falls into a deep shade of red as people stare at him. 

Shinsou:

He would never mind control his children, but he would be lying if he said that it wasn’t tempting every now and then.

He would probably be the type of person that prefers smaller children to teenagers for some reason. As the feeling of being needed diminishes and his children grow more and more independent, he would begin feeling a little left out of their everyday lives.

He would for sure be the type of person that tries to hang onto his children's childhoods for as long as he can. The first time that his kids go out “without” parental supervision to like the mall or movies, or something, he would secretly tag along. 

He would leave after he felt comfortable enough.

Holy shit! If he got caught though? 

His kids would probably never let him hear the end of it. I feel like he would be very embarrassed because everyone would would be able to see that he did it for him and not for his kids lol.

“Awh, dad you just want us to stay little forever, don’t you?”

“I was just trying to make sure that you guys would be okay,” he would immediately retort, as if the speed of his response could cover his obvious lying. 

“Apparently we weren't the ones needing to be checked up on! You okay?”

He really wasn’t okay.

Why do kids have to grow up so fast?!

Kirishima: 

Will be very straight up and direct with his children. He will always tell them when they are not being their best selves.

Even though he is probably the most supportive guy in the world, his son will still probably hide things from him because his overwhelming positivity and wish to better himself and others can be.. well... a bit much. 

“LET”S GO GET SOME REPS IN!” Kiri would burst into his 16 year old son’s room, but finds that he is on the phone with someone, “Who’s that on the phone?”

The boy would immediately hang up the phone and stare wide-eyes at his father, “Uhhh... grandma?” he obviously lies. 

“Huh. But your grandma is in a different time zone... it’s 3 am for her...” Kirishima would bait his son to tell the truth. 

Knowing that he had been caught and that there was no backing out, he would reluctantly tell the truth, “It’s... my boyfriend.”

“BOYFRIEND?! Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone, son?? Have em over tonight! I’d love to meet him! I bet he’s great! Does your mother know?! I’ll call her as soon as I can and let her know the great news--”

“No, no, no! Stop!” the young boy would frantically interrupt, “Uh, Thanks... but h-he’s not coming over, could you... get out of my room please?”

Kirishima would turn a little red at the realization that he had gone a little off of the deep end, “Oh... okay... Sorry for that,” he would nervously laugh as he backed out of the room, “I guess I did get a little ahead of myself, huh?”

“Yeah...” His son would purse his lips as the two made awkward, prolonged, eye contact. 

“Okay.... Well, you want the door open or shut?”

“Shut would be fine,”

“Alright,” Kiri would begin shutting the door only to stick his head on one more time,“Love ya.” he would softly speak into the room. 

“Bye...” as soon as the door is shut his son flops tiredly onto his bed.

Kaminari:

He would always be a teenage boy at heart so him and his kids would actually get a long very well—maybe too well.

He would catch his children trying to sneak out of the house and set up little boobie traps for them outside of the window they sneak out of. He would never tell his s/o about them sneaking out because, hey, if they avoided his boobie traps, they probably deserved it!

When his kids were caught they usually wouldn’t even want to go out anymore as they were typically covered in syrup, or blasted with paint-balls, or soaking wet with tomato sauce or some other random thing.

Every now and then, when his kids would successfully pass a boobie trap, however, he would up his game.

This leads to the game always evolving.

His kids respect the hell out of him, because they love him so much, but this little game they have going with him is too fun to give up!

Iida: 

He had always been told that he was a bit overbearing, and would wanna correct that about himself before he had children.

Iida would be the type of father that would read up on parenting magazines, so he wouldn’t be too authoritarian and would like for his kids to make the right decisions on their own… but damn was it hard for him to just sit back and watch.

He would be walking by, when the sight of his daughter relaxing on the living room on her phone would catch his attention. She has a series of textbooks sprawled out in front of her, but is paying them no mind. “Sweetheart? Shouldn’t you be studying right now?”

“Yeah, probably. I’ll get on it in a minute…” she would absentmindedly reply as her eyes stayed glued onto her phone. 

“Okay…” he would reply as he continued doing whatever it was he was doing before he got distracted; however when he passed by the living room again, he noticed that his daughter was still in the same position that he had left her in,  “Ahem!”

The young girl knew well what this meant as she looked up to acknowledge Iida, “Yes, father?”

“There’s no time like the present, you know,” he reminded her. 

“Thanks… I’ll remember that,” even though she knew exactly what he had been trying to imply, she looked back to her phone in a small bout of rebellion. 

This would be the last straw for Iida, “I know that you are a fine student and all; however, I just think that you should—”

“FINE,” she would loudly sigh as she throws her phone to away to the couch, I’ll do my homework right now!”

“That’s my girl!”

“Of course,” she would smile back with just a hint of resentment. 

#bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #iida tenya #tenya iida #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #kirishima #bakugou #denki kaminari #shouto todoroki #todoroki #deku #iida #bakugou imagine #bakugou imagines #izuku imagine #deku imagine #kaminari imagine #bnha meme #mha meme #bnha memes #bnha crack #mha crack #mha memes

[themurphyzone]

Nova Ch 4

AN: Just in time for the A!countdown! Looking forward to those sneak peeks next month! 

Ch 4: Extraterrestrial 

New Selenian Date 3015.4.21

 Though our voyage through space was more volatile than I expected, we’ve successfully approached Terra’s exosphere. Under other circumstances, it would be cause for celebration, but…

 Well, Snowball has only spoken to me for essentials during the past few days. Usually so he can update me while he raids the pantry for maza or to catch up on sleep.

Our argument has only served as a reminder that we’re not…as united in our mutual goal as much I want to believe.

It must the length of the journey. Access to only four rooms in a one week period can give anyone a serious case of cabin fever. He’ll get better once we land on Terra’s surface, I’m sure.

Signing off for now, the Brain.

o-o-o-o-o

Was it really April 21? Pinky hurried to the Mickey Mouse calendar pinned to the wall next to his cage. He really loved that picture of Mickey giving flowers to a blushing Minnie. They really were the perfect couple!

Pinky imitated Mickey’s pose, dropping down on one knee as if he was offering a bouquet of pretty daffodils…wait, no those were lilies. He rubbed his head, confused by the yellow flowers in the picture. Maybe it was the type with the really long name.

What was it again? Ah, yes! A lovely bouquet of Chris-and-his-moms for Minnie!

Egad, the picture was so pretty that he’d forgotten about the reminder he’d penciled in the box for April 21!

“Granny Smith at 9 pm?” Pinky tilted his head, trying to make sense of what he’d written. He didn’t know any grannies that well, nor did he know any Smiths. Besides, Pharfignewton was leaving the ranch tonight at 9 pm, and he was going to see her off before she was off to the races. “Poit! Oh yeah, the apple! An apple a day keeps the vets away!”

Pharfignewton needed the energy for the journey too. Kentucky was a long way from California. About nine inches according to his placemat of the United States.

Before he left, he needed to leave a response for his space pen pal. But they weren’t exactly using pens. Maybe space radio pals was better.  

Pinky went back to the Walkman. It made a bunch of crackling noises, like the Brain hadn���t turned his equipment off yet.

“Hi, the Brain!” Pinky grinned. The was such a funny first name. “Glad you could make it to Earth! Or Terra! Whatever you wanna call it! Wherever you land, I hope you and Snowball enjoy yourselves. Definitely try strawberry cheesecake sometime. It’s delicious!”

The static continued.

“Anyway, Pharfignewton’s leaving for the Kentucky Derby tonight, so I can’t chat for long. Maybe tomorrow? I’ll spend twice as much time talking to you tomorrow! Fig’s been practicing super extra hard. She’s gonna win the Derby and get that Triple Crown! That’s her dream, you know! Dreams are a wish your heart makes, zort! Cinderella said so!”

Pinky put his hand over the Walkman’s speaker. “Your dream is taking over Terra, and mine is being surrounded by cheese from around the world! Or maybe that’s just my stomach. I can never tell for sure.”

The clock chimed eight, its little pendulum swinging to and fro in a dizzying pattern.

He had to say goodbye now.

And say goodbye again later.

“Alright…well, I’ll let you go. I bet you have some important Conquesowhatsit things to do. Bye, the Brain. Glad you could make it to Terra. You and Snowball are gonna love it. Ooh, there I go again. Bye for real this time.” Pinky slowly turned the dial down, past tinny classical and pop music stations, until the Walkman was off.

Dreams were always nice, even if Pharfignewton and the Brain had to travel far away to make them come true. Pinky’s parents were probably making their own dream of eating gourmet food pellets real as well. Sis didn’t have one yet. She was still torn between professional hairdressing and getting a cooking show on Food Network, but she was young and had plenty of time to grow up.

Now that he thought about it, maybe Sis was right. He didn’t have to decide on a dream for himself yet. Well, surrounding himself with provolone, cheddar, mozzarella, camembert, and all the other yummy cheeses was still a wonderful dream for now.

“A world of cheeses, deliciously made for you and me…” Pinky sang, the air conditioner providing a nice background instrumental as he went to the breakroom to fetch Pharfignewton’s apple.

o-o-o-o-o

Carting the Granny Smith apple to the ranch took more time than Pinky imagined. Running on his wheel along with those upper body strength VHS tapes helped him for most of the trek, but there’d still been one scary moment where he’d leaned back too far to see the pretty full moon. Luckily, the apple wasn’t too bruised from tumbling downhill.

By the time Pinky arrived, Pharfignewton was already in her horse trailer. Her owner sat on a nearby bench, his brow furrowed as his thumbs tapped rapidly on his cell phone. A white pick-up truck sat in front of the trailer, though the latch to connect the vehicles hadn’t been hooked yet.

The door to Pharfignewton’s trailer was wide open, the ramp still on the ground. Delays were good. It meant he could hold off on saying goodbye a little longer.

“Fig, I got you an apple! A sweet and healthy Granny Smith!” Pinky exclaimed as he ran up the ramp. Before he could get to the top, Pharfignewton bent down and grasped the apple in her teeth, nearly chomping down on Pinky’s hands as she lifted her head. Pinky’s feet left the ground, and he gripped the apple with both hands, almost sliding off the smooth surface.

He couldn’t resist a tiny nibble. Pharfignewton wouldn’t mind.

Pinky climbed onto her muzzle just as the apple was crunched into mush. Pharfignewton whinnied in delight, her eyes shut from sheer happiness. He stroked the fur between her eyes and hummed Camptown Races because it was her favorite song. She always got excited to race when she heard it.

Pharfignewton’s hooves clopped against the floor rhythmically, her head bobbing up and down.

“-gonna run all night! Gonna run all day!” Pinky sang, grabbing her soft mane and hauling himself up. He clung to her ears for balance. “I’ll bet my money here on Fig, cause she’s gonna win this May!”  

Pharfignewton neighed, her tail raised proudly.

Her owner looked up from his phone. His bushy beard quivered as he chuckled and waved at her. A van pulled up to the curb, the window sliding down to reveal a man in a funny white cowboy hat. The owner shouted and pointed to the newcomer’s hat.

“What a fashion icon, Fig! Rodeo style hats at the Kentucky Derby. Why didn’t I think of that?” Pinky asked. “Egad, I need to make my own hat for the Derby! A derby hat! With fancy ribbons and dandelions and those little beads on sombreros!”

Cowboy Man clapped the owner on the shoulder as he climbed out of his van, the owner playfully shoving him in return. The back doors of the van were opened, and they started loading the pile of heavy feed bags and horse care equipment into the hollowed out space, trading good-natured jabs while they worked.

Pinky glanced at the starry night sky, scratching the back of Pharfignewton’s ear. “I almost forgot. The Brain made it to Terra. He said so in his message tonight. Told him he should try strawberry cheesecake. I don’t know if they have that in space.”

Pharfignewton snorted.

“Oh, you and your homemade apple strudel,” Pinky grinned. “Tell you what. Win the Triple Crown and I’ll bake the most scrumptious, most mouthwateringest apple strudel you’ve had in your life! Oh wait, no, how ‘bout I just bake it when you come back? Whenever that will be. Maybe soon?”

However long she’d be gone, Pinky hoped she’d call or write or keep in touch some other way. Well, sending a postcard might be a little tricky with hooves. How was she ever gonna apply the stamps?

Pharfignewton neighed, her front hooves knocking against the floor in worry.

“I’ll be okay, Fig. I can wait ‘til August. There’s lots of fun things to do in the summer. Like playing water polo, air hockey, capture the flag...”

Except those games all needed two players.

And while Monopoly game pieces and dominoes made for great substitutes when he couldn’t round up the checkers and marbles, it just wouldn’t be the same without Pharfignewton.

Pinky’s tail started to cramp.

He hadn’t realized he’d wrung it between his hands so hard. It wasn’t the fun sort of pain either.

Outside, the men finished loading their supplies. The van doors were shut, and Pharfignewton’s trailer was hitched to the truck.

Their boots loudly thumped against the ground with every step.

Pinky slid down Pharfignewton’s long muzzle, his feet resting against the back of her nostrils. He gripped her face and looked at those gorgeous blue eyes. They were the same shade as his turquoise crayon. He wanted to remember that.

Pinky rested his jaw on Pharfignewton’s fur, trying to keep the tiny quaver out of his voice. “Well…guess this is it, huh?” he murmured. “You have a good trip now. You’re the best racehorse I’ve ever met. Course I don’t know any other racehorses, but you’re gonna win the Derby, Fig. I know you will. Just keep in touch, ‘kay?”

She knickered softly, her breath stirring Pinky’s fur as she lowered him to the ground outside her trailer. Her breath smelled just like applesauce. She carefully rubbed the underside of her jaw against Pinky’s head, nuzzling away tears that made his vision a little blurry, then slowly raised herself to her majestic height.

“Poit. Really, Fig.” Pinky tilted his head back so the tears just pooled in his eyes instead of trailing down his cheeks. “You’ve got a dream ahead of you.”

Pharfignewton stomped her hoof.

But Pinky shook his head. True, he could go with her, but who was gonna keep his cage clean and his wheel oiled if he wasn’t around? Besides, Pharfignewton would have so many new horse friends. She was gonna be a celebrity by association.

Pinky wiped a tear away with his tail. “I don’t wanna distract you or anything. Meet someone new! Who knows? You might even be fast friends!”

Then Cowboy Man and the owner walked past, too engrossed in their conversation to notice Pinky. Pharfignewton craned her neck, trying to see above Cowboy Man while he folded the ramp. Before she could reply, her owner gently shooed her further into the trailer while Cowboy Man finished up.

Once the trailer door was shut and locked, the owner and Cowboy Man took some time to stroke Pharfignewton’s face. The window bars were wide enough to allow almost her entire muzzle through.

They promised good things for her, win or lose. She’d be eating her fill of apples and carrots for sure.

She’d be happy out there, running like the wind to her heart’s content.  

Ten minutes later, Cowboy Man drove away in his supply van. Pharfignewton’s owner started up the truck.

Pinky quickly climbed up a fencepost and waved to Pharfignewton, wishing he’d brought along a handkerchief to blow his nose into or flutter in the air like a proper movie goodbye.

Pharfignewton stretched her neck as far as she could.

“Bye! Adios! Sayonara!” Pinky called, cupping his hands as the truck slowly inched onto the side road’s pavement. The trailer turned slightly with the movement, and Pinky quickly hopped to a fencepost within Pharfignewton’s line of sight.

She looked happy enough to get the show on the road, but her whinnies were still worried.

He had to cheer her up! She couldn’t travel to Kentucky with that frowny face!

“Camptown ladies! Sing this song! Narf!” Pinky panted, taking only a moment to catch his breath, the song choppy as he ran the length of the fence. But even with the truck’s slow crawl, he couldn’t keep up, and the truck disappeared over the hill, pulling the trailer and Pharfignewton along with it.

He didn’t slow down in time. Pinky stumbled over the last fencepost and fell into the springy grass below. The thud knocked his breath away for just a moment, but he shook it off quickly.

It was nothing really.

“Camptown racetrack’s fi-five thousand miles away…”

Pharfignewton shouldn’t worry.

He had the small, boxy TV that the lab couldn’t afford to upgrade to a flat screen. The NBC channel always showed the Derby.

And it was enough for him.

o-o-o-o-o

Had the stars always been that far away? They seemed much lonelier than usual.

Pinky tilted his head as far as he could, taking in the navy sky above. There was no moon and no way to spot the Brain’s old home tonight. He was probably somewhere on Earth by now.

Paris was nice at this time of year. Maybe the Brain would get all the cheese and baguettes he could eat. The city of light and love was absolutely splendid and heavenly. Pinky had never been there, but the landscape seemed so pretty at night in Ratatouille. Parisian rodents must be excellent chefs. Pinky would have to find one someday.

If only he could walk into a giant cabinet that would magically transport him to a riverboat cruise on the Seine. He’d only gotten a mouthful of cobweb the last time he’d tried that.

Oh dear.

Pinky twirled in place, taking in the enormous apartment complex to his left and the grassy hillside across the street, both of which he didn’t recognize.

“Narf! Silly me.” Pinky bonked his fist against his noggin, leaving a slight ache behind.  “One of these days, I’ll definitely remember that ol’ left turn on Albuquerque Street!”

Well, the only thing he had to do was retrace his steps.

But he didn’t have sidewalk chalk or a pencil.

Pinky scratched his head. This was a lot harder than he thought. He was outside, so he couldn’t exactly follow the left wall of the maze until he got un-lost.

His stomach growled, and he had a sudden craving for between-twilight-and-midnight food pellets.

“Hush now, tummy. You’ll get your food pellets as soon as I find the lab again,” Pinky said, patting his growling belly.

A bowl of smoked food pellets seasoned with paprika and rosemary sounded good right about now. With a side of smoked cheddar too!

Pinky laughed. “You’ve really got a craving for smoked food, tummy! Can’t blame you there. Those smoked chicken wings on Food Network were absolutely mouthwatering yesterday. I’m so hungry I can smell those food pellets!”

And the food pellets smelled delicious indeed.

Pinky took a deep whiff, standing on his tippy-toes to drink it all in.

Until the scent changed and it smelled more oily than the yummy sort of smoke.

Pinky’s nose wrinkled. A faint plume of smoke rose from behind the grassy hill, but it was still a little early in the year for anyone to hold a campfire sing-along with s’mores.

There didn’t seem to be a fire. Or slightly burnt marshmallows for that matter.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Pinky crossed the street at the crosswalk because he was a good pedestrian and not a jaywalker. That was just silly. He was a mouse, not a blue jay.

He ran to the top of the hill and perched on a tree root, heels rocking back and forth for a moment until he found his balance. Then his jaw dropped at the sight of a gray and silver futuristic-y UFO just beyond the hill’s base. It had to be the size of two cages combined, maybe a little more.

He wasn’t really good at judging size, but the UFO thingy was ginormous.

Dirt piled high around its battered surface, like it plowed right into the ground at Pharfignewton-like speeds. Smoke trailed from two long cylinders that arched above its back, though there were no flames.

At least Smokey the Bear wouldn’t have to worry about any wildfires.

Pinky approached the wreckage, circling it twice out of sheer fascination. He didn’t see any string though. No wonder the UFO crashed. It didn’t have any string to hold it up.

“Hello, Mr. Alien!” Pinky shouted, hoping his voice carried through the metal to whoever was inside. He leaned against the UFO with both hands, placing all his body weight on his tiptoes. It felt great. He hadn’t stretched his shoulders like this in a while. All his focus had been going to strengthening his thighs recently. “I just wanted to let you know that your UFO string is missing! But it’s okay! I have an extra long ball of yarn back at the lab! Will that do?”

There was no response, though Pinky heard a plip-plop of dripping water when he pressed his ear against the UFO.

Suddenly, the metal hissed and shifted under his palms.

“Narf!” Pinky yelped as he pitched forward into the opening. His jaw thwacked against the floor, and he giggled at the tingly sensations that shot to the top of his head.

Propping himself onto his elbows, Pinky found himself in a room that was just as big on the inside as it seemed on the outside. Except everything seemed a little smashed up. Broken computers tilted against one wall, the screens cracked and displaying a random string of numbers and letters.

Orange soda dripped from an open panel to his left, forming a bubbly puddle on the floor. Pinky almost drank it, but figured it was a terrible idea because of the little metal bits mixed in. Orange soda went with pizza, not metal.

Pinky stood up and dusted himself off, then walked over to what seemed to be a smashed-up bedframe. There was an upturned mattress and a crumpled white blanket next to it. When he tried to turn them over and arrange them into a less messy position, he found they were rather scratchy and definitely uncomfortable for sleeping in. Whoever used this bed must’ve woken up every morning with a backache the size of Alaska.

As he tucked the last corner of the blanket into the mattress, several tiny blue things slipped out from the folds and bounced off his foot. When Pinky glanced down, he found there were a lot of tiny blue things scattered throughout the room.

He picked one up out of curiosity.

No, it wasn’t a thing. More like a tiny blue star. He touched it with his tongue, a sweet flavor taking over his taste buds entirely. It really packed a wallop. His tongue hadn’t felt this tingly since the time he’d eaten two entire packs of lemonheads! He popped several more tiny stars into his mouth, hugging himself from sheer bliss.

For a moment, it seemed like there was another voice agreeing with him on how fantastically delicious these tiny stars were.

Then it cut into a low groan, which didn’t sound like someone enjoying a snack at all. Pinky quickly swallowed the tiny stars and listened for the source of the noise.

“Narf! Hello?” Pinky called. “Are you an alien ghost? Or a ghost alien, Mr. Alien?”

Another groan. Maybe Mr. Alien didn’t know how to play Twenty Questions.

One of the computers shifted and crashed onto its side, a blue screen flickering in and out of existence. Parts of the splintered bedframe laid among the mess. A small, black-gloved hand poked out from among the tangled wires before falling limp again.

Pinky poked the hand.

It twitched.

“Awful hard to sleep under all those wires, don’t you think?” Pinky asked. “I mean, it would be so electric-y under there! Unless you’re an android ghost alien! Electric sheep only works for androids, I think. The rest of us count woolly, fluffy sheep.”

The mass of wires trembled, the hand closing around Pinky’s wrist. Though it was probably meant to be a tight grasp, it wasn’t a very good hold. A single movement could shake off the alien’s hand.

But Pinky stayed still. Something didn’t seem quite right.

The alien lifted his head, a pair of antennae with bouncy red orbs perking slightly.  

Antennae was a good name now that he thought about it.

“N-no’all?” Antennae murmured, the wires slipping off his large, chubby head. His bleary pink eyes stared through Pinky with desperate hope. Soot stained his messy fur with varying shades of gray, his pointed ears drooping and floppy.

“Poit. Do you not speak English?” Pinky asked. Antennae continued to stare, not seeming to understand. “I could get my language book from the lab. It’s got Spanish, French, Sea Lion, and Legalese! I’m learning a lot! Maybe it’s got your language too?”

Then Pinky snapped his fingers. Why hadn’t he thought of this sooner? “Wait, no! Maybe kissing would be much faster? That way my English flows into your mouth and voicebox! Is that how it works? I’m pretty sure that’s how it works…”

Antennae’s grip tightened, his lower half writhing in the wires until he shook himself free. From the neck down, he wore a sleek black bodysuit with red highlights that really made the color of his antennae and tail orbs pop.

Egad, he was tiny. Even Antennae’s antennae barely rose above Pinky’s chin.

Something green and golden glinted in the hand that wasn’t holding onto Pinky. Antennae stumbled as he got to his feet, wincing as he tried to put his weight on his heels. His eyes widened in panic, and he quickly let go Pinky, breathing rapidly as he wrapped both hands around the weapon’s handle.

Balancing on his toes, he shakily pointed the weapon at Pinky. He was trying to shove the red bulb into Pinky’s nose, which was a little rude to be honest, but couldn’t do much more than a light tap.  

“Are you okay?” Pinky asked, lifting his head so the bulb wasn’t smushing his nose. “Soot’s not really good for your complexion. Gives you all sorts of pimples and zits. That’s what Dr. Oz says, anyway.”

There were several clicks as Antennae repeatedly pulled a switch on the handle, but nothing happened. It clearly wasn’t working the way he expected. He growled in frustration, lowering his weapon and opening a compartment along the top. Then his eyes flicked to the puddle of orange soda on the floor and back to Pinky.

For the first time, Antennae noticed all the tiny blue stars that littered the ground. He whipped around in surprise, staring since he still didn’t understand, but the sudden movement made him lose his balance. Pinky caught him by the arm before he fell flat on his face.

The weapon slipped out of his grip, clattering to the floor. He cried out and swung his crooked tail into Pinky’s side.

“Zort!” Pinky yelped, more from the literal shock he’d received, than actual pain. His fur stood on end, like he’d just rubbed a balloon against it. When he pressed it down again, several tingling tickles lingered on his hand, making him giggle.

When he looked up, Antennae had limped over to the damaged remains of a shelf. But even walking across the room was too much, and he collapsed again.

The bodysuit had rips along the heels, exposing several painful looking cuts. Pinky couldn’t blame him for trying to stay on his tiptoes, even if it was a very awkward way to walk.

Antennae needed help. Pinky would have to carry him to the lab.

Pinky followed. He knelt and picked up Antennae, who weighed only slightly more than the small batteries Pinky liked to use as weights, since dumbbells were unfortunately too large for him. Antennae loosely held a baggie of the tiny stars close to his chest. There were several ripped baggies surrounding them. This seemed to be the only one that remained whole.

Cradling his head and back, Pinky set the baggie on top of Antennae’s chest, making sure the baggie was sandwiched between them before he set off.

Antennae’s head lolled against Pinky’s neck. The antennae orbs lit up with tiny sparks for just a moment, though Pinky didn’t get another burst of static. They faded back to a normal red within a few seconds.

He seemed…almost relaxed. At least his face wasn’t scrunched anymore.

As Pinky exited the UFO with his bundle, something bonked into the back of his head.

“Ouch!” Pinky nearly dropped Antennae and baggie in surprise. A tiny camera with a spinning propellor zipped into the night sky, recovering from its collision course quickly.

Some sort of alien tech too otherworldly for a regular genetically altered Earth mouse to understand? Pinky longed to ask, but he didn’t want to disturb Antennae.

Besides, he looked adorably pudgy while he slept.

Antennae made a small noise in the back of his throat, but he didn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon.

The camera didn’t matter as much. Not when he just discovered that aliens snored.  

Pinky set off for the lab, determined to get the directions right this time.  

o-o-o-o-o

Good thing the dark, narrow alley filled with dirty cardboard boxes had been there! Pinky never would’ve known it was a shortcut to the lab if it hadn’t been for that stray cat. It was a miracle that Antennae hadn’t woken up once, or that the baggie survived the chase without any rips or spilling tiny stars.

The cat had given up the chase, deciding that whatever was in the dumpster would be more of a yummy meal.

Really, Pinky didn’t imagine he’d taste too good. He tried to lick his elbow a few times and all he got was a mouthful of fur.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to try to climb up to the mail slot. The door was slightly ajar, just enough for him to squeeze past, even with Antennae’s chubby head.  

Pinky shifted his hold to one arm, then grabbed the handle of the nearest drawer to pull them up to the counter. He had to set the baggie down, but Pinky could easily grab it once Antennae was settled comfortably in the cage.

It took a few unsuccessful tries of hauling himself up while holding onto Antennae before he realized it wasn’t going to work.

“Psst, Antennae,” Pinky hummed, gently shaking the alien’s shoulder. It would be a lot easier if Antennae clung to his back. “Wakey-wakey…”

Antennae’s face scrunched again, then he yawned and nuzzled into Pinky’s chest instead.

He looked so peaceful. It would go against Pinky’s little shoulder angel to wake him up now. What had he been thinking?

After a few minutes of searching through bottom drawers, Pinky found a soft kitchen sponge that hadn’t been removed from its packaging yet. It would make a perfect bed. Pinky pulled it out of the package, carefully maneuvering it out of the drawer while trying not to jostle Antennae too much.  

Another drawer had several white, fluffy hand towels. They seemed clean enough, so Pinky slung two towels over his free shoulder and climbed out.

He laid one of the towels on the floor, then pushed the sponge on top. Cold feet weren’t fun in the morning nor in show business. Then he laid Antennae on the sponge and covered him with the second towel.

Antennae’s hand clung to Pinky’s fur, so Pinky loosened the grip and tucked the wayward hand under the towel.

“You’ll be alright,” Pinky whispered, stretching out his sore arms. Maybe he’d carried Antennae for a bit too long. But Pinky’s arms would be ready for more wheel-running tomorrow.

Now that both of his hands were free, Pinky grabbed a bandage roll which had been lying near a Bunsen burner. He’d have to thank Mr. Bunsen for letting him borrow these bandages later.

Pinky carefully removed the socks – maybe they were more shoes? Oh, well. He removed the shoe-socks from Antennae’s feet and laid them on the towel-rug. Since Antennae hadn’t been on his feet since the UFO, the cuts seemed to be healing just fine.

Pinky carefully bandaged the heels and folded the towel-blanket over Antennae’s feet once he was finished. Then he brought the baggie of tiny stars over and placed them next to the shoe-socks.

He climbed up to the counter briefly to wash his hands, humming Happy Birthday as he lathered with the honey-scented soap.

“Thank you, Silver’s Anatomy,” Pinky said to the TV remote, which teetered over the edge of the VCR. He turned to Mr. Button, still lying on his straw bed in the cage. “Sorry, Mr. Button. I’m sleeping elsewhere tonight. Here, you can have Nicholas so you won’t be lonely. Try not to keep him up too late, okay?”

He rolled Nicholas the Nickel into the cage and settled him near Mr. Button. They seemed happy. Mr. Button would no doubt be gossiping about the ballpoint pens again.  

Pinky yawned and went back to the floor. It had been an eventful day, and he was very tired.

The towel-rug seemed very inviting…

Pinky buried his face into the towel fluff. Antennae had been twitching throughout Pinky’s counter business, but he stilled again once Pinky curled up.

Pinky fell asleep, dreaming of cheese and Pharfignewton and a deep, faraway voice. It was a lovely dream, except the voice couldn’t join Pinky and Pharfignewton in their little cheese and apple picnic. It seemed unwilling. Pinky made sure to save a few slices of cheddar and provolone for him. Maybe he’d take it afterward.

o-o-o-o-o

When the sunlight hit his eyes, Pinky leapt with joy. Early wheel runs were the best! So were mid-morning runs, and noon runs, and evening runs!

Except he couldn’t move. He could still wiggle his fingers and toes, but his hands were tied behind his back, purple yarn binding his ankles as well. His entire tail was still free though. He swished his tail just to be sure.

He shimmied over to the drawer and pressed his back against it, managing to sit up. Though he wanted to run on his wheel, being tied up was a fun game too.

Antennae wasn’t on the sponge bed though. Where was he? He was missing out!

Pinky wondered if he should just untie himself and find Antennae. The knots didn’t seem that hard. Though it was hard to tell for sure if it was a slipknot or an overhand knot. He really should’ve paid attention in knot-tying class.

Five minutes later, Antennae stomped over in his ripped shoe-socks, though little strips of bandage poked out.

Pinky smiled. If Antennae was stomping, his feet must be healing fast. And then he’d be okay again.  

However, Antennae didn’t seem to think so.

“Wipe that ridiculous expression from your face, Terran,” Antennae scowled, his foot tapping impatiently. “Hand over all the information you know. I want answers, and I want them now.”  

AN note: I’d like to give credit to @pluto-art for her wonderful drawing of Brain as a cute little alien.  With the way she posed him, I knew I wanted to incorporate that somewhere and this chapter seemed like a good place to do it! I meant to credit her last chapter for the blaster idea but I forgot so I’m rectifying that now.  

Fig’s off to the races! Literally.

After the wringer I stuck him through last chapter, Brain seriously needed some cuddles. He’s a little touch-starved. Also, he’s a bad guest. Don’t tie your friend up, Brain. That’s just rude.

#patb nova #pinky and the brain #a!countdown #patb fanfiction

[etherealfangirl10]

No Fun

One Shot

Masterlist

Pairing: Jeremiah x Reader x Jerome

Gender: Female

Warning: None, unless you count threats

Genre: Not fluff but not angst, idk

Summary:

-(Y/N) had been in a relationship with Jerome all up until his death (the second time). After that, she chose to stick by Jeremiahs side. But after sometime with him, she realizes he’s not as similar to Jerome as she thought..-

(Y/N) giggled, leaning down so she could stare into Bruce Wayne’s face, his dark eyes surveying hers cautiously.

The teen was tied up to a chair, his hands bound and mouth gagged. Jeremiah had allowed (Y/N) to have some fun with him before he got there, and the bruises and bloody nose proved that she had her fill. Almost.

“Ooohhh, Brucie, when my man gets here we’re gonna have sooo much fun before we... ya know, splatter your brains out all over the wall.” The girl hummed, a wide grin on her face. Ah, if Jerome could see her now, he’d be so proud.

Jerome and her had been in a relationship since... hmm, actually, right before he killed his mother. But they had always been childhood friends. Jerome, Jeremiah, and (Y/N). Those were the good ol’ days. At least before Jeremiah decided to run off and leave their little trio behind.

(Y/N) had always been attracted to Jerome, his smile was infectious, and he was always looking to have some fun. But she had always loved to settle down next to Jeremiah for some peace at the end of the day. It was strange, she had always yearned for the chaos Jerome caused in his wake, but she couldn’t deny the safety and adoration she felt for Jeremiah. The need and want for Jerome had always overpowered her need for something more... stable, though. Maybe that’s why she had kept by Jeremiahs side when her beloved Jerome had died. Again.

Sighing, (Y/N) stepped away from Bruce, twirling in boredom across the room. What was taking him so long?! She knew he had business across town, but was that more important than her? I should think the fuck not! When he told her to capture and tie up Bruce Wayne for him, she expected him to, oh, I don’t know, be on time!

Letting out an enraged growl, she let her (e/c) gaze fall on the rich brunette. He was still staring at her, and she could see him gulp visibly as he noticed she was looking. His eyes betrayed nothing, not even fear as he gazed at her steadily. (Y/N) let her snarl turn into a light giggle, loving the way he tried so hard in front of her.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Bruce? You ain’t scared of little ol’ me, are ya?” She asked, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout as she made her way back towards him, reaching out to pull the cloth away from his mouth.

Just as she was about to ungag him, a loud slam caused the girl to turn towards the door, her reflects already two steps ahead of her. The gun that was tucked into her waistband was now in her hand, aiming directly at Jeremiahs skull. Instantly, she dropped her arm, an easy grin making its way to her lips.

“Baby!” (Y/N) bursted, before skipping over to him, draping her arms around his neck. Jeremiah automatically moved his arm around her waist, hugging the girl closer to his body as he looked down at her.

“Apologies for my tardiness, had some trouble with the deal.” He explained, to which (Y/N) replied with a peck on the cheek.

“No prob, J. But I was just about to blow his brains out if I had to wait any longer.” She joked, ending her sentence with a smooth laugh, expecting him to join in.

However, it seemed she had forgotten that he was indeed not Jerome, and all he did was send her a faint smile, before turning his gaze to Bruce. Ugh. Seriously? Her laughter died as she clenched a hand into a fist, but she plastered on a large grin to her face, anyways.

“So, what’re we gonna do? Something fun, I hope?” She asked hopefully, her eyes glimmering as she turned to look at the boy. “I think the room could use a renovation. What do ya say to painting the walls red?!” (Y/N) hummed, laughing as she glanced at Jermemiah, her hands outstretched in front of her like she was gesturing to the room.

Now, Jerome would have laughed with her. Jerome would have agreed. Jerome would have pulled her closer, kissed her temple, and told her that he had been thinking the same thing.

But Jerimiah? Oh no, no, no. He could never kill precious little Bruce Wayne. Jerimiah needed him, you see. Without Bruce Wayne, it wouldn’t be any fun. They were best friends. Or whatever Jeremiah tried to convince himself.

So Jeremiah replies with, “As lovely as that would be, dear, I have other plans tonight. Why don’t you go find yourself someone to torture while I have a little chat with Bruce over here.”

(Y/N) felt her gaze narrow, shooting him a glare. He never listened to her. She had let it slide for a while, but enough was enough. She wasn’t some girl he could send off whenever he wanted! Why couldn’t he see she was just as important as Bruce Wayne?

“Jerome would have let me.” (Y/N) huffed, turning away to cross her arms over her chest childishly, glaring off into the dark room. The girl didn’t seem to know what she was even saying, the words out before she could take them back. But what was done was done.

Silence.

“What did you just say?” She heard behind her, and she felt a smug smile pull at her lips as she realized she got a reaction. Finally. He’s paying attention.

“You heard me. You never let me have any fun! I never get to kill Bruce Wayne! Jerome would have let me, but noooo!” (Y/N) shouted, whirling around to face him, one eyebrow quirked. “Bruce Wayne is too precious. You’re connected... or whatever.” She bit her lip, faltering slightly. Did she cross a line? She wasn’t sure. But it was the truth. He didn’t want to kill Mr. Moneybags, while he had to chance to many times. It infuriated her that he wouldn’t take those chances, when Jeromes entire goal was to kill the younger boy. After driving him a tad mad, of course.

That had been the fun of it. Chasing after Brucie and driving him insane before the slaughter. It was an adventure, and Jerome had made it feel so exhilarating. Unpredictable and wild. Decisions in the heat of passion, leaving trails of chaos wherever they went...

With Jeremiah... it felt planned to the T. Staged. Predictable. And to someone like her, who lived off the moments of adrenaline, savoring it when she was walking along the edge of life and death, it was... boring.

“I’m better than my brother will ever be.” Jeremiah shot back coldly, his hands clenched into fists. His bright gaze caught hers, hard and unflinching. (Y/N) lifted her chin higher as an act of defiance.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. I’ll give it to you, you’re intelligent. You’re more calculating than Jerome, you plan ahead and that’s just it. All you want is to rebuild Gotham in your own image, you don’t care about having fun on the journey getting there. You... you’re just... so boring compared to him.” She whined, stomping a foot childishly.

Oh, she knew she’d regret those words later. Jeremiahs clenched jaw and narrowed eyes proved that she would certainly be punished. To what degree, she wasn’t sure. (Y/N) was so used to Jeromes way of running things, acting childish and causing chaos just for the hell of it, that she had forgotten that Jeremiah was indeed not Jerome. And Jeremiah would not be taking these words kindly. (Y/N) could see Bruce slide his gaze over to Jeremiah, to her, and back again, looking like he was intruding.

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself. At least Jerome understood me.” With that, (Y/N) turned on heel, striding over to the door. “Is it so much to ask that I wanna just blow up a school or something, just for the hell of it?” She asked, throwing open the metal barrier, mind whirling. She didn’t even know why Jeremiah kept her around. She’d never be a brainwashed beck and call like Ecco.

She was almost home free, before a cold hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her back and causing her to slam against a hard surface. She turned her head to see Jeremiahs face right next to hers, staring down with a frown on his face. The hard surface had been his chest, and she was now pinned against it. (Y/N) swallowed thickly, taking note of her quickening heartbeat. What was he going to do? She had never seen him so livid. He was usually calm, and stoic, keeping his anger bubbling beneath the surface. Now, his eyes were ablaze with an internal fire, his pale face set in a scowl.

“You’re acting very childish, (Y/N).” His time surprised her. It was like cold venom, dripping from the words being drawled from his mouth. Bringing up his brother as supierior was one way to make his blood boil. The fact that his own girlfriend thought his twin was better than him must have been humiliating. “My brother was short sighted and foolish. He just wanted to see the world burn. I can do so much more. The world will be ours, and one day and you will learn to be grateful.” The man hissed into her ear, and she felt a cold, sharp object press into her throat. It took a moment for her to realize it a knife, and a pleasant surprise rippled through her. She felt her heart start to beat quicker, and felt that sweet flood of cold fear race through her veins. With it, a wash of adrenaline and excitement.

Suddenly, (Y/N) felt at a loss for words, her brain shooting signals that were contradicted by her body. She felt a shiver ripple through her as his breath tickled her ear, his rigid form pressed up against her, and the darkness in his eyes that she should’ve been wary of, but instead ignited a fire inside of her, causing the situation to become a little more...warmer to her. She lifted her gaze to his, and she saw a flicker of curiousity pass over his features, for just a moment. Had he noticed her mood shift?

(Y/N) leaned forward slightly, moving her head closer to his, peering up at him through her eyelashes as she reached up to trace a finger along the side of his jaw, causing his ruby lips to part just slightly. She felt the knife press deeper into her throat, but almost relished in the thought of the power he held over her now. Jeremiah watched her with intrigue, one eyebrow quirking almost unnoticeably as she let out a soft purr.

“Yes, sir...” she hummed, and the man reacted by simply not reacting at all. He stared into her (E/C) eyes for a moment or two, before clearing his throat, blinking as he regained his composure. Finally, after another couple of seconds, his grip on her slackened, and he pulled the weapon away from her throat. (Y/N) let out a tiny gasp, drawing air that she didn’t even realize she had started to lack.

“I suggest you rethink your words, and form a way that proves your... wavering loyalty.” He growled, his voice lowered. His eyes flashed once, before turning away. With a start, (Y/N) remembered that Bruce was still there, watching them uncomfortably. Quickly, she regained her composure and slipped back into her usual attitude.

With an elated giggle, she pulled her hand away from where Jeremiah still held it, and strode away, waving over her shoulder. “I’m gonna go have a drink and shoot some people, I’ll catch ya later, kay, babe?”

Before the man could even slip in a reply, which she had a feeling would be reprimanding, the woman walked out of sight with a grin on her face, feeling startled, and yet pleased with his reaction. (Y/N) forced herself to swallow, shaking her head to regain her train of thought. No, he was no Jerome, whom she missed very much, but perhaps Jeremiah wasn’t as boring as she’d originally thought.

All it took was a knife to her throat to see it.

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What do you guys think, should I make a Part 2 or leave it at this?

#gotham jerome #gotham #valeska brothers #valeska twins #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #jerome+x+reader #gotham jeremiah #jeremiah arkham #jeremiah+x+reader #self insert #fanfic #imagine #gotham series #bruce #bruce wayne #x reader #jerome valeska imagine #jeremiah valeska imagine #jerome #jeremiah

[midnight-writ3r]

Dance, Baby!

Ten x Genderneutral reader

Inspired by: https://open.spotify.com/track/5EV4bGHxVN0kHpcAFvgnTt?si=7kQP-Bu4QsiYr-giQg8qYw

Summary: In your dance classes, a student becomes a little too friendly with Ten. You don´t think much of it, but Ten wants to remind you how much he loves you anyways.

Genre: Fluff, slight smut, Dancers!Au

Warnings: slightly sexual content!

A/N: There´s not much to say for me, except that Ten is one of my favourite dancers in history and I hope that someday he finds a partner who shares his passion in all the best ways :’) Yes, soft hours for Ten are open <3

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If someone asked any of your friends, your family, or even people you only know fleetingly, none of them would think of jealousy, when it comes to your personal traits. You trust the person you usually engage in relationships with, since those are not stories you like to begin carelessly. Even Ten had taken you on at least seven dates and spent five months flirting and texting his way into your heart, before you were willing to move onto a serious relationship. That´s why there is no doubt you trust him, more than you even trust your closest friends. Ten is loyal, loving and has never given you a reason to believe that he has eyes for anyone but you.

However, there are just some people who don´t get that.

The two of you had hosted another dance class together, loving to collaborate and teach your students new choreographies. You´d often make them up together, swoon over the perfect beats and watch dance movies together. It was what connected the two of you from the first day on – feeling free and weightless, as you moved to the beats that you were given.

However, there is no denying that occasions like this can be complicated. Being at your actual job, the two of you are expected to act professional. That means no unnecessary touches, none of your usual, cheeky flirting and god-forbid, any kisses. That had been the only rule given to you, when you had requested hosting a dance class together for the first time. Back then it hadn´t seemed like such a big deal, but now…

You roll your eyes, watching one of your students, as she sends Ten a coy smile. He has his polite job-smile on, but she doesn´t seem to get the hint, as her hand trails over his chest, down to his upper stomach without any shame.

It´s not a rare occurance, of course. You realize that Ten is an attractive man. Sometimes, the roles reverse, too and you find yourself with one of your students giving you flirty smirks or trying out pick-up lines that would make you laugh, were they not meant to be serious. The two of you are fit, all lean muscle from excessive hours of dance training and you love to pamper yourself and stay clean, too. You guess, you can sympathize with the students who dare to take their shot.

That doesn´t mean it doesn´t piss you off a little, too.

You watch Ten just avoiding to have the girl press even closer to him, as he slips away to prepare the stereo. As he walks, all cat-like you catch his eye and, for an abashed second you realize you had been staring at him. It doesn´t look like he is bothered by it though, as he sends you a knowing wink. Discreet enough, you think and clap your hands together, to tell everyone to get back into position.

Forgetting about the incident throughout the class is easier than you thought, although it shouldn´t really come as a surprise. You know that Ten doesn´t find anything exciting about teaching, much rather spending his time in clubs and moving wherever and however he wants to. You, on the other hand, have a great passion for it. Explaining steps, watching the students eyes light up and their confidence rise, whenever they get the choreo right – it´s all adding to a pool of warmth right in your chest. Something that fills you with pride and a distinct feeling of accomplishment.

Only once the class is over and everyone moves to pack their stuff and walk to the changing rooms, are you reminded of the obnoxious feeling again. It´s subtle and, if you hadn´t been watching, you wouldn´t have noticed at all. Yet, you still peek the girl from before slipping a piece of paper into Ten´s hand and sending him a flying kiss. Seriously?

You try not to let your irritation show, when the girl leaves through the door at last and Ten approaches you, “So what will it be tonight? Chinese or Pizza?”

“I don´t care.” You mutter, “Choose something.”

He watches you for a moment. Only when you set the speakers into their respective cupboard a little harder than necessary, does he speak up: “Babe, you okay?”

“Fine just…” Sighing, you try to collect yourself, “It´s stupid. Just ignore me, please. Chinese sounds pretty good, actually.”

From the sceptical frown on his face, you can tell that he isn´t buying it at all, “Are you sure? You know you can tell me when something´s on your mind.”

“I just–… Do you have to let them so close?” Already as the words leave your mouth, you feel stupid about them.

“Close? Whom-” He shuts himself up, before the word can fully leave his mouth, “Ah, I see… this is about the student.” He hesitates, “You do know I trashed the number, right? I´m not interested in her.”

Running a hand through your hair, you give up on trying to fit all the stereo parts into the cupboard. Usually, Ten is the one taking care of it. How the hell does he always manage to squeeze it into that tiny space? “I know. I´m sorry, this has nothing to do with you. I told you it´s stupid.”

“It´s not stupid.” Suddenly, there are hands on your hips and a firm chest, pressed against your back, “Just sounds to me like you´re in need of a little reminder here.”

“A reminder?” You snicker, despite yourself, “Of what?”

“Of how much I adore you. Of how no one comes even near you.” The grin in his words tickles against your cheek.

Humming, you turn in his hold, “How are you gonna do that?”

For a moment, he just looks at you like the cheshire cat. The next thing you know is a yelp leaving your lips, as you´re lifted onto the table for the stereo. It creaks a little under the sudden collision, but you´re not given any time to contemplate it, as a hungry kiss is hunted from your lips. Your shoulders relax, as you ease into the kiss – a gentle caress of lips and occasional teeth. It´s easy to crave more, when Ten is so warm and smells so much like himself, after the intense dance class.

Your fist closes around his tank-top and you yank him harder against you. A dark sound leaves from deep within his throat, when he settles a possessive hand on your hip and deepens the kiss further. You moan softly, feeling his tongue graze against yours and his taste in your mouth. Your trained thighs close around him easily, unwilling to give more space than absolutely necessary. He seems content enough, pressing his hips against yours and threading the fingers of his free hand in your hair. You groan softly, feeling them give a gentle pull.

Ten´s pupils are blown wide and dark, when he pulls away and looks at you, “Mark me.”

“Wuh-What?”

“Mark me, so everyone knows I´m yours.” He tilts his head, to make room with a smirk.

You want to tell him that it´s not necessary – that you trust him, regardless of what other people assume and try – but then you look into his eyes and understanding crashes over your head: He is the one who wants this. This isn´t just about giving you reassurance, this is also about him wanting to belong. Not being pursued anymore, because he is someone´s loved one. He wants a reminder for himself, not just one for you.

So, that´s what you give him. The startled gasp that breaks from his mouth when your lips latch onto the skin right beneath his jaw, make your skin tingle pleasantly. He leans into it and you allow your teeth to join the mix, too. Once a beautiful, purple bruise has formed beneath your lips, you move further down, repeating the process, until there is a long trail of hickeys, climbing all the way down to his collar bone. A piece of art, if you might say so. The contrast against his milky skin is divine and the slightly blisses out look on his face, only improves the whole picture in your eyes.

“You´re so sensitive.” You mutter, feeling his crotch press rather hard against yours with a grin. An insistent plea, which you have a hard time ignoring, “You wanna take this home?”

“It´ll be a miracle if we make it to the car.” Ten responds, stealing another heated kiss from you, “Let´s do it right here.”

Even though the request sends a shiver of arousal down your spine you shake your head with a chuckle, “And have an unknowing student walk in on us? No thanks.”

“The office is empty today.”

The pleasured sigh that leaves you, as he presses your bodies together tighter, doesn´t help undermining your point: “They´ll fire us, if we get caught.”

“Well then, let´s not get caught.” Ten teases.

“You´re unbelievable.” Gulping, you make a quick decision and take his hand into your own, “Let´s go, hurry up. We gotta make this quick.”

“And then for round two at home?”

“Shut UP!” 

-*- FIN -*-

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[nomnomsik]

Triptych | Chapter 1

Summary: Ryo really didn’t expect anything to change from high school during your first year of college. Yet, other people apparently seemed to have different plans. From creepy letters to gifts, and finally gifts to his own home, it isn’t until his friends come in to help him that everything stops…only temporarily. However, Ryo’s trust in the three of his friends is tested, the lingering question of which one is at fault… if it’s even only one of them.

Pairing: Rapline (Primarily Yoongi) x Male OC 

Genre: Slow-burn, College AU, Mystery, Love Triangle

Word Count: 6.4K

A/N: Here’s the long-awaited male!OC fic with rapline! It’s quite long and I’m not sure how everyone will respond to it, but please let me know any feedback you have! Enjoy~ Thank you to @kimseokmomjins for the helpful ideas as well. I hope you like it bb :(

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, heavy stalking, anxiety/suspense, slight sexual content, lots of profanity, non-con kissing, physical violence, car crash, possessive tendencies, and panic attacks. Please read with caution.

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“Ryo! Wait for me-” 

It was like this every day, the boy always following the other boy wherever he went, completely fixated on his dear friend. 

“I’ll see you in the cafeteria in like- not even three minutes though.” 

It was Namjoon who halted in his tracks, bag strapped to his back as he hesitantly gave a small nod, turning the other way and taking his leave. Ryo sighed, ruffling his black hair as he quickly unlocked the lock of his locker, snapping it open and unhooking it off. He brought the palm of his hand to the metal door that secured it shut, holding onto it as he slowly pulled it open. His body tensed, eyes sharp as he prepared himself for the downpour when he turned it all the way, a regular occurrence that never ceased to end.

Dozens of cards fell out, spilling onto the floor, their crisp red envelopes sending its greetings to him. Ryo quickly bent down, sweeping them up and shoving them into his bag, yanking the zipper closed. He then quickly shifted his attention to the other items in his locker, a box, neatly wrapped in a white paper, a bow and flower, adorned on top. The ribbon was ripped off as he opened the box, only for a sneer to escape his lips. 

Cartier, now Omega? What’s next? A Rolex? 

He slid the lid back on, throwing it into his bag with all the other items before slamming the locker door shut. Was this the fifth time? Sixth? He quickly hooked the lock back on, not that it even mattered, ready to run to the cafeteria in hopes to avoid being watched. There was an eerie feeling in his gut, a pair of eyes always watching him. By this point, he had completely lost track of how many times gifts he had received and how many locks he had gone through.

Why me? 

When he used to have the guts to read the letters, they started off friendly and suffocatingly full of affection. He wanted to believe it was all a prank, but from the beginning, he knew these were serious. The fact that they were handwritten, small hearts littered all over the cover in bright and overly saturated colors, not only made him uncomfortable but also sent terrifying thoughts into his mind. How could someone be so dedicated in writing all of these? Especially to someone like him? Someone that he didn’t even know?

What would ignoring them do if the cards continued to come in? 

His concerns were proven right. As Ryo tried to ignore the gifts, often throwing them out, the letters got more intense, more violent. Ryo often wondered why he couldn’t help himself, finding his fingertips picking up the delicate paper and slowly taking in every word. It was terrifying, but exhilarating at the same time. He wanted to know what the other person had to say. 

Maybe it was the fact that the whole thing was surrounded in mystery, the idea of “why” constantly lingering and eating away at his mind. Or maybe he secretly liked how it felt to be loved. To feel important and a necessity in another person's life. 

And thus, that’s how he found himself opening letter after letter until he realized how threatening they had gotten. He often found a disgusting feeling in his stomach whenever he seemed excited at the thought of what was inside, but whenever he opened one, he was more terrified than the next. He didn’t want this anymore. 

Ryo couldn’t function without oftenly looking over his shoulder and envisioning things or someone that wasn’t even there. Every touch on his shoulder or arm frightened him, often zipping around with wide eyes. From that point on, he never opened another one no matter how much he wanted to. He forced himself not to, a large pile accumulating in the trash bin of his room.

Why are you ignoring me?

Why are you not wearing the gifts I got for you?

Why…? Do you not love me? But...I love you.

Ryo halted in his tracks, almost gagging in the middle of the hallway as the memory popped in his mind. No matter how many locks he swapped and replaced, the gifts kept coming. Chills soared through his body every second of the day as if the blank white walls were staring at him and Ryo couldn’t help but glance over, always conscious of his surroundings. 

But what was the worst part? 

There was no one he could tell this to, not even his friends, not even his family.

Why not? 

Would they believe him? 

Of course, they would. That’s what friends do. 

But, can I trust them? 

…

Why are you doubting them? Why are you asking that question in the first place? Do you… not trust… them? 

Perhaps, do you think that one of them...?

Ryo frustratingly pulled at his hair, resuming his quick steps which only carried him into a large conglomerate of people. He sighed deeply, the creepy feeling crawling up in his arms, but he shook his head, steadying his stomach. He needed to ignore this dark feeling and hope and pray things wouldn’t get worse… Even though he knew that was highly unlikely. 

While he had an itch to find the culprit, confronting that person seemed terrifying as well. To find out the person who sent him all these messed up and disgusting letters only made him want to throw up, his face turning white. What would he even be able to do? What would he even be able to say?

“Hyung!” Namjoon called from his spot at the table, his two other friends sitting next to him as they looked up, each giving their own greetings. Hoseok smiled brightly, a full smile, eyes closed and hand in the air as he waved enthusiastically. Yoongi looked the other way, giving a brief wave and resuming back to his previous activity on his phone. His mint green hair was a new addition to his looks and Ryo happened to like it more than he should have. Ryo gave them a lopsided grin, taking a seat next to Yoongi who had shifted away from the edge of the bench, giving him space to sit on the end.

With the three of his best friends, Ryo’s worries seemed to dissipate into the air, as if they no longer existed. Their presence alone seemed to reassure him that even if something were to happen, he had them and without a doubt, he knew they would always be there when he needed them. But, telling them was the most difficult part. What could they possibly do? 

Ryo shifted away from his dark thoughts as he decided to join the small ongoing conversation. Their cold exteriors would melt when they were brought together, large smiles and smirks displayed as they chatted and ranted about the latest feuds of the day, Yoongi taking up most of the latter category. 

“Ryo, are you not going to the showcase tonight?” Yoongi had asked, their conversation seeming to have run dry. 

Ryo nodded, looking the other way as if that helped to hide the reason behind it. 

“Why not?” Yoongi questioned, trying to penetrate through Ryo’s protective barriers. It was a simple question, but all Ryo could do was shrug, pretending like he didn’t care about the whole thing, teeth chewing on his straw as he chewed and snapped it in half.

“You always went there though.” Yoongi persuaded, visibly frowning, his eyes starting to point sharp daggers at the younger. 

“Dude, I don’t know. I’m just tired I guess… and I don’t wanna go. I could go shopping or something for clothes or sneakers...” 

Yoongi dropped the topic, huffing and muttering ‘bullshit’ under his breath for all to hear. He stood up, throwing his can into the trash, missing as he left it roll onto the floor, promptly taking his leave as the other three boys remained in their seats, legs sprawled out as they gave him a dismissing wave. 

“Hyung, are you really not going?” Hoseok asked, cocking his head to the side that Ryo would have found annoying, but he bit his lip instead, nodding. 

“Yeah… I mean, if you guys really want me to go, I’ll go. Just tired…” 

“Hyung, you should go. I bet it’ll make you feel better than staying home all night.” Namjoon smiled, only for Ryo to nod again, his face and eyes dull as he zoned out to everything around him. 

But, it was when Ryo returned home, he decided to go to the weekly showcases at the campus. He locked the front door as he stepped inside, kicking the dozens of letters that sprawled across the entrance of his home aside. 

He threw his bag onto the floor of the living room, spilling the contents of letters out as Ryo harshly fell onto the sofa, soft cushions supporting his fall. It had only been a couple of minutes, his breathing steadying as his body submerged further into the couch as if he was being sucked into it. A loud knock on the front of his door startled him, his body jumping up from the couch as his brain shot several scenarios in his head. 

Ryo tiptoed around the living room, skipping up the stairs with quiet steps as he rushed to his room, trying to look out his window to catch a glimpse of the person outside his door. All he noticed was the mailman walk across the lawn and back into his small white truck, before zooming off. 

With quick steps, Ryo snapped open the door, throwing the cardboard box into his home and slamming the door, securely locking each slot before turning back to the mess. He tore open the box, eyes widening as he grabbed the AF1’s that sat in the Nike shoe box. There was another box that had been sitting underneath the first, Ryo’s hands ripping it open as well to find another pair, in a different color with red and black detailing. 

Ryo’s feet quickly slid into the crisp new shoes, fitting in snuggly as he looked frighteningly down at the pair of sneakers. 

Why did they fit him perfectly?

He never bought these. Were they another gift to him? He dug through the box, only to find a typed out letter that read:

I thought of you while I was shopping and guessed you might like these! I bet you'd look really cool in them. Let me know what you think. If you like them, wear them often, and if you don't that's alright too! I'll always try and do better for you, RYO. 

He shuddered, tossing the card away from him as he threw the sneakers off his feet. It felt like something was crawling on his skin, something watching him from inside the box, or inside the shoe, or insi-

Ryu covered his head, cradling his body to himself as he rocked back and forth. He needed a distraction. Anything. He threw the shoes off at the wall, slipping into his own. 

His solution? Dragging himself to the showcase at the campus. He found himself sitting down in his car, pulling in and parking by the school during the evening, the warm sky blazing with colors of orange. As the sun lowered further and further down, Ryo entered the main lobby filled with people conversing, the large waves of voices bringing a warm comfort of community. It was then Ryo dug into his pockets, pulling out his phone as he texted into his group chat, asking where the boys were. 

While people started filling the auditorium, Ryo waited by the entrance doors, noticing how his phone had remained silent. His messages weren’t read and so he waited, and waited, until he cursed at himself, realizing that they weren’t going to come in the first place. In fact, they never said they were going to come. They said he should go… Ryo turned to look back at the filled out auditorium and it looked so unappealing. 

Why did it look so dull and flat? There were no colors and everything seemed to be muted. There was no desire in him to take that step and join in like everyone else. Was it because he had come here so many times he grew out of it? 

Ryo turned away, his feet sluggishly walking away from the doors and outside, the sun no longer out and the sky filled with small darkness, but not pure pitch black. Without all the people that surrounded him, he again felt that feeling that stabbed him in the gut, that made him hunched over as if he was about to vomit. 

Someone had to be watching him. 

Ryo bolted away from the campus and into his car, locking the door shut and closing all the windows. He started the engine, pressing on the accelerator as he drove away from the school, the dark feeling in the pit of his stomach as he tried to concentrate on the road and not how he felt. 

Had it always been this dark? The sky was turning darker and darker by the minute as if an oncoming storm was approaching. Making a sharp right turn, he quickly approached the street he lived on but quickly noticed something was off. 

Ryo brought his car to a stop, squinting as he saw a dark figure near the front door of his home that seemed to peer into his blacked-out windows. Ryo stepped on the gas pedal as he slowly drove past his home, the tires carrying him down the street. The dark figure looked over at the sound of the tires against the asphalt, noticing the car with its bright lights, walking with quick steps over to him and then breaking out into a full run. 

Ryo jumped at how quickly the figure approached him, slamming his foot down on the gas pedal as his engine roared loudly, bringing him quickly down to the edge of the street as he looked into his rearview mirror, the figure was consistently after him, not appearing smaller and smaller as he continued further down the road. 

Eyes focused on the mirror and not what was in front of him, Ryo forgot about the sharp right turn at the end of the street, slamming his foot on the breaks as he hastily turned the steering wheel, avoiding a collision into the steel fencing of the turn.

His car’s tires burned into the street, screeching and coming to a sudden halt as Ryo’s body lunged forward and back, whiplash and pain shooting through his head. His car collided with a mailbox instead, Ryo’s head hitting the back of the headrest once again as he hazily brought his hand to his seatbelt, snapping it open as he threw the car door open. Ryo stumbled out of the driver's seat, his windshield shattered and his feet losing balance as he fell onto the cold asphalt. 

His vision completely blurry and his head in massive pain, Ryo looked over his shoulder from outside his car, noticing how the dark figure was still approaching and coming after him. Ryo’s wobbly legs started to run, but he quickly fell and tripped, landing back onto the asphalt, palm’s dirty and head in agony, sickness overcoming his line of thought. 

Looking over his shoulder once again, the figure turned the corner, getting closer and closer as Ryo willed himself up, hands squeezing his head as he ran in the dark, screaming his lungs out to any awake stranger in their homes. 

“Someone help! H-Help! Please!! Help me!! Someone is- someone! PLEASE! ANYONE!” Ryo screamed, running on the sidewalk as his blurry eyes caught the light of one of the houses at the end of the street. He beelined toward it, rushing to the door and slamming his fist on the surface as hard as he possibly could, even if his arm began to numb up. 

“Please! Let me in! Please, someone!!” 

It was then that the figure halted in its tracks, only taking slow steps and observing the scene. It was until the door opened, Ryo swished inside that the figure stopped, turning around while Ryo was quickly tended to, his face full of tears and body shaking.

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Namjoon rushed into the police station as Ryo sat huddled in one of the seats in the lobby, the night still young. Ryo looked up to see Namjoon’s worried expression, his breathlessness, and giddy movements.

“Hyung, are you alright?” 

“No, I’m not alright!" Ryo shouted, covering his face between his arms as Namjoon took a seat beside him. He let out a harsh sigh only to rub the slight tears that escaped his eyes. “I thought I was about to die. Fuck...” 

“Hyung…” Namjoon’s face was filled with sympathy as his hand faltered, unsure whether trying to soothe him would make the situation better or worse, or if it would hurt his pride. He wasn’t sure what to say. After all, how could he possibly imagine something so scarring as that?

"I was so fucking scared, Namjoon. I am scared! I don’t want to go back. I'm not going back! Something’s out to get me, I know it.” 

Namjoon stayed silent, preferring to just listen. He understood what Ryo needed and how he wanted to be treated. Ryo was the kind of person who didn’t want solutions, he just wanted someone to listen to him, someone to vent out his feelings and not take any offense to it. 

“Hyung... what if you stay at my place then?” 

Ryo looked up at Namjoon, his face showing no emotion as he said those words to him. Namjoon just had a small smile on his face, his eyes crinkled, almost as if he was about to cry. 

Ryo couldn’t move his mouth to say anything and only stared. Namjoon stuck his hand out, to which Ryo grabbed it, a confirmation of his offer, Namjoon helping him up from his seat. If he had someone that was with him, Ryo had no reason to feel scared anymore. The comfort of another person seemed to flood out his negative thoughts. He had a protector that would save him. 

Besides, was there any reason for him to decline?

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“Hyung, you can take this room,” Namjoon called from the hallway, ushering him into the small space that looked more like a closet. “It’s a guest room but since I don’t really have guests I just shoved all my junk in it… Yeah... Sorry about that…” He muttered at the end, kicking some of the boxes on the ground as he made space on the floor, dust flying everywhere as Ryo let out a harsh sneeze. 

“Namjoon-ah... You really have to get better at clea-”

Another loud sneeze vibrated in the room, Ryo violently shaking his head as he brushed his nose with the back of his arm. 

“Sorry hyung.” Namjoon gave a sheepish smile, picking up some of the boxes and storing them in the hallway closet as more room slowly became available to set down the folded sleeping bag. 

“Thanks again, Namjoon. I appreciate it. You really saved me.” Ryo smiled, scooting his body further and further into the sleeping bag as Namjoon stood by the door, ready to turn off the lights for him. Namjoon gave him a cute nod, a proud smile forming on his face as his chest began to stick out more in confidence. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Ryo,” Namjoon whispered, turning off the lights as he walked over to his bedroom, his footsteps thumping across the ground as Ryo listened to each step, the flick of the light switch and the eventual close of his door. 

Ryo took a deep breath, burying himself further into the sleeping bag. It gave him a somewhat protected feeling, buried and hidden away so he couldn’t see anything besides the opening. What if he zipped himself in closed? He had giggled at the thought, shutting his eyes and waiting for sleep to take him. 

....

….

…nn.

Ryo’s eyes snapped open. 

What the hell was that?

What time was it?

Ryo’s head was still hidden within the sleeping bag and yet… He definitely heard something. It creaked against the wooden floors of Namjoon’s apartment, a chill zooming down his spine as he lay still, body paralyzed, eyes shut closed. 

It touched him. 

Fuck what was that? Fuck, fuck. What the fuck…

With his eyes sealed closed, Ryo slowly felt a feeling build up in his stomach, one of irrational confidence. It was at that moment, Ryo sprang his head and upper body out of the sleeping bag, ready to face what was there despite all the chills that covered his arms. And, there was nothing there.

It was just pure pitch darkness… and it terrified him. If he stared hard enough, he would surely hallucinate something that wasn’t there. Why did being alone frighten him so much? 

Ryo quickly slid his entire body out of the bag, opening his door and turning the corner as he tried to ignore the creepily long and dark corridor, slipping into Namjoon’s room as he tried to quietly turn the knob open. If he was too loud, he would surely wake something, or someone up, even if he didn’t know what. 

With his first step in Namjoon’s room, the floors creaked, Namjoon stirring and waking up immediately as he groggily sat up, turning on his bedside lamp, only to find Ryo teary-eyed and his entire body shaking. Namjoon scrambled out of bed, rushing over to the older as he gave him a reassuring hug, picking him up and setting him on the bed.

“N-namjoon…” Ryo whispered, his voice breaking as Namjoon rubbed his back in comforting motions. “Can I please sleep with you tonight? I’m so scar-”

“Shh, of course, of course, you can. Come here.” 

With Namjoon’s arms around him, his body felt warm and secured, the blankets covering both of their bodies and Ryo quickly fell asleep. 

"It must've been scary right?" Namjoon whispered, soothingly rubbing his back. "Don't worry. I'll be here to help you, hyung.

It was almost three in the morning and as Ryo drifted out of consciousness, Namjoon’s lips trailed over the back of his head and down his neck, only to end up with a smirk.

After that night, it became a regular occurrence, Ryo ended up finding his way to Namjoon’s room first besides his own before he went to bed. With Ryo’s hand resting on the doorknob, he immediately relaxed, often forgetting to close the door as Namjoon let him in, ushering him on the bed and the empty space he had saved next to him. 

Ryo took a seat on the spot like usual, his legs submerged in the blankets as he pulled it up to his lap. Namjoon yanked him into a tight hug, Ryo’s arms were frozen and in an awkward position that made him difficult to react or even reciprocate the action. 

“Ah, Namjoon, wait…” 

Namjoon gave the older a small pout, only for him to laugh as Ryo’s arms finally got free, placing them over Namjoon’s shoulders. He wasn’t sure why Namjoon wanted a hug all of a sudden and it slightly confused him, his head tilting to the side, but he wasn’t complaining because it was the least he could do. His gratitude was forever with Namjoon. 

What he didn’t expect was for Namjoon to lean his head in closer, bringing his lips down and kissing him. Ryo jolted in place but found himself closing his eyes, his body getting pushed back further and further until his head hit the back of the bed frame, Namjoon’s legs pressing closer and excitement rushing through his body as he got hit with a pump of adrenaline. Ryo couldn’t bring himself to push Namjoon away or even deny him… He somewhat… liked it too. Namjoon’s lips were so soft and plump and Namjoon’s fingers so tenderly touched the back of his head like he was as fragile as glass, carefully brushing through his hair. 

When Ryo finally opened his eyes to take a peak, he was supposed to notice how ethereal Namjoon looked, concentrated on kissing the younger, but instead, from his peripheral vision, he saw something dark, a black figure that seemed to stare at the two of them. Ryo let out a panicked yell, pushing Namjoon off as he turned the other way, hands coming up over his head as tears started to build up in his eyes again. 

“Hyung? Hyung?! What’s wrong?” Namjoon shouted worriedly, shaking his body as he tried to catch a glimpse of the older’s face, but Ryo continued to bury his head into the pillows, body uncontrollably shaking. Ryo lifted his arm, pointing behind him. 

“I-I saw something there… By the door… In the hallway. It was l-looking at us. N-namjoon…” 

Namjoon looked over, seeing nothing but nevertheless, getting up from the bed and closing the door and making sure it was tightly shut. He returned back, sighing internally at the fact that Ryo was in a panic-stricken state, losing his chance for sexual development between the two. Instead, he gave a gentle smile, calling it quits for today and reassuring the older that everything would be fine. Why wouldn’t it be when he was there to protect him just in case? 

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“Hyung… Hyung…” Namjoon panted, the older leaning on his chest as his large arms wrapped around Ryo. “Hyung, I love you so so so much.” He planted a kiss on the older’s temple as their bare skin grazed each other, Ryo’s face a shade of deep red. “Say it back… Hyung, please.” 

“I-I love you too, Namjoon…” Ryo whimpered out, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as sweat rolled down his skin, cheeks flushed. 

“Thank you, hyung.” Namjoon smiled, closing his eyes as Ryo yelped, the younger’s hands resting on his hips as he pushed him further and further into himself. “I knew you were just being shy about it all along with hyung. I knew you loved me the moment when we became ‘friends.’ But hyung, we’re so much more than that. We’re lovers, right hyung?” 

“R-right.” 

It was those damn birds that awoke Namjoon from his slumber and pleasant dream, vision blurry but recognizing the figure of Ryo who was deep asleep, blankets curled around his small body as he breathed with ease. Namjoon couldn’t help but break into a smile, fingertips toying around with the sleeping boy’s hair, feeling the texture of the soft strands that covered his eyes. 

“Hyung, wake up,” Namjoon whispered, his breath fanning over Ryo’s ears, the boy squirming and groaning, burying his head under the blankets. A laugh escaped Namjoon’s lips as he tugged on the blankets, only to find resistance as Ryo pulled back. “C’mon hyung, you can’t stay in there forever.” 

“Just try to test me Namjoon-ah,” Ryo mumbled, his head poking out under the covers as he tried his best to muster up an intimidating expression, only to quickly fall back asleep. “I’ll fight… you…” Ryo mumbled incoherently, drifting back asleep.

The next few days were the same, the two of them walking back home together as Ryo noticed the lack of letters in his locker. He was bubbling inside with happiness, positive thoughts in his mind telling him he had won. 

“Hyung, I didn’t know you could cook.” 

“Cause I don’t,” Ryo replied bluntly, stirring the pan as Namjoon peered from the side. “I just know how to read instructions.”

The pair usually remained in silence as they ate or moved around the house, only vocalizing if they needed anything from the other. Ryo was the one who mostly initiated their conversations, often asking for specific items he could not find that Namjoon had stashed around the house. It would be items such as a toothbrush, extra toilet paper, or sometimes just tissues. 

“Hyung, I’m gonna head for a shower,” Namjoon called from the other end of the hallway as Ryo slouched on the sofa.

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I should too...” he mumbled to himself, standing up from his spot and walking to the extra bathroom near his room. 

When Ryo stepped out of the shower, his fringe wet as he dried himself off, he stared at his reflection in the mirror only to look away. Ryo slipped on his clothes before opening the door to the hallway, his wet feet leaving footprints on the floor. He tossed his soaking wet towel into the hamper, scratching his head and looking for another one to further dry his hair. Returning back to the hallway, Ryo opened one of the closets, finding only a vacuum cleaner and a broom, with unopened bundles of toilet paper and paper towels.

He slowly creaked the door to Namjoon’s room, peering around at the neatly stacked books on his desk and folded blankets that draped his bed. He could hear the water pouring onto the walls and tile floors in the bathroom, the sound of plastic and the rustling of the shower curtains. Ryo took a step into his room, a dark feeling overcoming his body as he gulped harshly as if he shouldn’t be in his room, especially without Namjoon’s permission. Ryo shook his head, shaking the feeling off as he approached Namjoon’s closets, snapping one open, only to find all his regular t-shirts and pants. No towels.

Ryo sulked, closing the closet door and tiptoeing out, quietly shutting the entrance to the room and walking back to his small guest room with his hair still wet. Even though the room was still filled with Namjoon’s discarded junk, Ryo tiptoed through the mountain of things, knocking some of the plastic ornaments down onto the floor. He was a couple of feet away from the closet door that was blocked with wooden boxes, but he still pulled on the handle, huffing as it remained unbudged. 

Ryo let out a harsh kick, shoving the boxes out his way as a loud sound echoed in his room, finally having a strong grip on the door handle. He kept tugging on the knob, his feet digging into the floor as he grit his teeth, the friction finally paying off as the closet door swung open, Ryo landing on his butt. 

When he finally opened his eyes, he was mortified. All over the floor lay red envelopes, wrapping papers of various colors, and other decorations for presents. What made his heartbeat further was the easily identifiable boxes that sat on the shelves. Not towels, but watches. 

Cartier, Omega, Rolex, and Hublot?

His breathing rapidly increased as his palms sweatily rubbed against the floor, scrambling up and shutting the door, not bothering to clean the mess up on the floor. He grabbed his bag, shoving his valuable items in and rushing down the hall and near the door, sliding on his sneakers as fast as possible. 

Oh my god, oh my god.

“Hyung? Hyung? Are you there?” Namjoon called from his room, walking out and into the hallway with his nighttime t-shirt and shorts on, hair wet and eyes wide as he stared at Ryo with his backpack sliding down his arm and his hands messily slipping on his shoes. “Hyung…? Where are you... going?”

“I’m just heading… out for a bit.” Ryo quickly lied, turning to the door as his fingers halted in the air, staring at the lock system on Namjoon’s door and flipping switches back and forth, getting one out of the three free. 

“This… late at night, hyung? And… why do you have your bag with you? You just showered...” 

…

“Hyung, why are you lying to me, huh?” 

Namjoon’s voice came out threatening, rage laced underneath his words as Ryo quickly whipped around, not expecting Namjoon to have already made large strides toward him.

The next thing Ryo knew, he crashed into the door, back slamming against the wood as he groaned, only to find Namjoon hovering above, his eyes wide. “Hyung…” His voice wavered, bringing his head down to the crook of Ryo’s neck. “Hyung… why are you leaving me? I told you I love you… I love you…” 

“Namjoon, get off of me.” Ryo groaned, pushing at the other’s chest, but he didn’t budge, grip intense on his wrists. “It was you this whole time?” He seethed, only for Namjoon to chuckle like it was fun to finally get caught. 

“Oh c’mon hyung. Why did it take you that long? I’ve been waiting since forever…” His breath trailed over Ryo’s skin, the older hunching over and squirming, still trying to break his way through of Namjoon’s hands. “I’m always by your locker everyday… I thought it was so obvious… Do you really think I can’t watch you put in your combination every day? Do you really think I’m that dumb?” 

“You’re fucking crazy, Namjoon. That’s what you are.” Ryo seethed, trying to force his way out with a sudden burst of strength, only to get slammed back down.

“Hyung… don’t say that.” Namjoon sulked, his eyes looking down on him. “You know that’s not true. What you meant is I’m smart. That’s why I’m in the same classes as you, hyung.”

“I’m not even supposed to be here, remember? I’m in college now with you. I came here a year early because of you. Why do you think Hoseok got in? It’s because of me, hyung.” 

“You and Hoseok did this?” Ryo’s arms lost its strength as his face peered up at Hoseok’s name, his body shaking at another possible betrayal that was quickly shot down.

“No, he doesn’t deserve any credit for this, hyung. This was all me. He just didn’t want to be left behind while the two of us came here to join Yoongi-hyung.”

“Hoseok’s pretty smart too.” Ryo retorted, hitting a nerve in Namjoon’s body as his jaw clenched, his hold tightening. 

“Hyung, I don’t think you should piss me off.” 

“What? Are you jealous?” Ryo scoffed, trying to steady his voice as he provoked the younger, Namjoon’s face to darkening. “We all know Hoseok is the most friendly, warm, and loving guy out of our entir-”

Namjoon crashed his lips onto Ryo’s in an effort for him to just, shut up, his hand coming up to cup his face. Ryo used that opportunity, recoiling his leg and landing a harsh kick on Namjoon’s knee, a yelp escaping his lips as Ryo kicked him again, this time in the shin, Namjoon’s body falling hard onto the ground. As Namjoon cradled his knee in pain, Ryo quickly latched the last two locks, turning the lock and bursting through. 

Ryo sprinted out of the door, running down the long hallway as fast as he could, his hair blowing behind him. He hugged the wall as he made the right that led to the set of elevators, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. All the way at the end of the hallway, the elevator was already open, a couple walking in as Ryo continued to run, hearing Namjoon’s rapid footsteps behind him, like a predator chasing down his prey. 

“Hold the door!” Ryo yelled as loud as he could to catch the couple's attention. “HOLD THE DOOR!” He screamed and repeated, the couple dumbfoundedly turning around to stare at Ryo with Namjoon quickly behind him. “FUCKING- DON’T LET IT CLOSE. PLEASE! PLEASE!!” Ryo begged, the doors to the elevator closing right before his eyes.

“NO!” Ryo screamed, desperately lunging out his arm into the elevator doors, the sensors picking him up as they snapped open, slipping his body through and maneuvering to the control panel, slamming his fingers onto the closed-door button multiple times, watching as Namjoon’s figure disappeared with the slam. 

Ryo finally let out a deep breath of relief, giving the couple an awkward smile as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, hands coming up to his hips as he hunched over, exhausted. He knew Namjoon was rushing down the staircase, ready to intercept him on the lobby floor. Ryo bit his finger, contemplating stopping on the fifth floor, waiting for a couple of minutes as Namjoon would only end up in the lobby alone. But it was too much of a risk. Ryo could accidentally meet Namjoon in the staircase as he went down, or when he decided to go back up to a certain floor and to make matters worse, he wouldn’t be able to know if Namjoon was taking the elevator or not. He was too damn smart and unpredictable, that Ryo didn’t take the chance, watching as he finally reached the lobby floor. 

He stepped out of the elevator with the couple, walking over to entrance doors as rain poured down from the night sky, a small curse leaving his lips. It was then that Namjoon emerged from the stairwell, his breathing rough as he spotted Ryo looking up at the rain, back turned to him. 

“Hyung!” 

Ryo zipped around, only for Namjoon to grab him roughly, dragging and pulling him around as Ryo physically fought back. 

"Don't leave me hyung. You can't. Not after everything I've done for you. You can't … you can't!!"

"Namjoon let go." Ryo gritted, yanking his arm away as the man standing behind the desk in the main lobby rushed over. 

“Excuse me, what’s going on here?” 

“I was trying to leave. But this guy… He’s trying to keep me against my will. LET GO, NAMJOON.” 

“Hyung!” 

...

“Hyung...?” 

Their heads turned over to the voice that came in the other direction, Hoseok standing outside the apartment complex with an umbrella under his head as he made eye contact with Ryo. Namjoon’s grip lost its strength as Ryo snapped free, only to stand by Hoseok, huddling himself under the protection of the umbrella. 

"Sir, I think it'd be best to just return to your room." The lobbyist spoke, patting namjoon on the shoulder. 

"But I-" Namjoon started only to get cut off as Ryo nudged Hoseok in the other direction. "Hoseok, what are you even doing here?" 

Namjoon shot daggers at him, only to receive a shrug at his question. 

"C'mon, I'm guessing you were heading out of here?" Hoseok directed his attention to Ryo, Namjoons anger burning inside of him as Hoseok paid him no mind. 

Ryo gave a nod of confirmation, pulling Hoseok along and away from the doors. But before he was gone from sight, he just shot Namjoon a smirk, his tongue sticking out from his mouth. Namjoon could only watch as he clenched his fists, swiftly turning the other way and back to his room, a destructive aftermath burning every inch of his apartment.

#yandere bts #yandere namjoon #yandere yoongi #yandere hoseok #yandere rapline #bts yoongi #bts namjoon #bts hoseok #hoseok x oc #yoongi x oc #namjoon x oc #bts fanfiction #bts thriller #bts series

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       The Murphy Orchard has always been one of the most lucrative pieces of land in Huron.  Rows upon rows of trees grow all year round, fruit bared like stars as the seasons roll by.  With no Winter to kill them, they remain in endless bloom, fruit ready for picking at the drop of a hat.  To make things better, the land has blessed them with varied saplings.  If a particular fruit doesn’t bloom in Spring, they have other trees to harvest from instead.  It’s simultaneously the richest and luckiest place in the world.

       Kuro has become accustomed to helping Murr pick the fruit for a small amount of pocket money.  All but conjoined, their parents get along well too.  When Murr goes over to Kuro’s house and helps cut the wheat, his father rewards him with tractor rides and small bags of candy.  Kuro receives coins  (  like a grown-up, it makes him feel mature  ) and a second home.  As attached as they are to their own families, it very much feels like they both have two sets of parents.

       At some point, they finish their rounds, tired but satisfied, and Murr dumps his basket unceremoniously in the field and flops down onto the grass.  It’s thick and soft, but he still folds his arms behind his head, sighing softly as he stares through a myriad of leaves and up into the early evening sky.  His bushy hair spreads around his head like a haphazard mane, and he isn’t surprised when Kuro lays down and copies him.

       ❛❛ Hope that wasn’t too painful fer ya, ❜❜   Murr says with a grin.  Kuro shakes his head in response.  He’s always been quiet.  It’s never been something that bothered him.  He can talk enough for five people, nevermind two.   ❛❛ Ya know, ya don’t have ta keep workin’ like this just ‘cause my mama asks.  She’ll understand if ya don’t wanna. ❜❜

        ❛❛ I like helpin’ yer momma, ❜❜   Kuro replies, rolling onto his stomach.  Though he’d gone to copy Murr because he thought he looked cool, the late evening sun was steadily beginning to irritate him.  Too bright…  too loud.   ❛❛ Besides, I get t’work with you. ❜❜

        ❛❛ Aww.  Yer like a dog, Kuro.  Maybe I should start callin’ ya Ku-roh. ❜❜

        He listens as his friend snorts.  It’s a sound that doesn’t escape him often.  Though he’s a perfectly happy child, he’s also an incredibly stoic one.  It’s almost as if he’s too afraid to let others know how he feels.  Murr doesn’t understand why he’s so closed off, but at the same time it fills him with joy.  After all, he gets to hear him laugh when he tells stupid jokes;  he gets to watch his face light up when he lets him tag along with him, wherever he’s going;  he gets to see the true Kuro, the one he typically keeps under lock and key.  Everybody else can go to Hell.  Kuro is my friend.

        ❛❛ Hey, ❜❜   Murr starts, forcing himself to sit up.  His small body aches but he doesn’t mind.         ❛❛ Let’s do somethin’ fun.  Huh?  We’ve been workin’ all day. ❜❜

        ❛❛ Okay.  What d’y’wanna do? ❜❜

        ❛❛ Hmm... ❜❜   He makes a show of stroking along his chin, eyes rolling skyward as he thinks.   ❛❛ I know.  Let’s climb the Big Tree. ❜❜

        ❛❛ The Big Tree…?  But it’s so…  big. ❜❜                   And your momma told us not to.

        ❛❛ Well duh. ❜❜   He climbs to his feet, stretching his legs before he begins to march forward.   ❛❛ C’mon, Kuro, don’t be a chicken.  It’ll be fun! ❜❜   Without another word, Murr begins to run, hurtling down the hill.  It’s as if the wind carries him along, jacket flapping behind him like a pair of makeshift wings, hair wild, eyes alight.  Kuro stands up, chasing after him.  He’ll always follow him.

       They dash through a low-cut field of weeds, small yellow flowers turned high towards the open sky.  It’s like running through a tunnel of sunshine, and by the time they begin to charge up the hill where the Big Tree stands, Kuro starts to feel exhilarated.  He isn’t scared of much in truth, but this tree is something he holds a healthy level of cynicism towards.  It’s abnormally large, branches spanning over the length of the hill like a collection of gangly arms reaching desperately towards the heavens, and from where they stand beneath it, it’s so tall it seems to disappear into the sky.

       From their places below, they think about how best to proceed.  Its trunk is thick but gnarled with age.  Plenty of footholes, Murr thinks.  Ever the after-thinker, the eldest of the boys jams his foot into one of these spaces and begins his desperate shimmy up the weathered bark.  He slips and slides several times  (  at one point he even ends up falling down, landing on his rear with a disgruntled cry  )  but eventually he reaches the branches.  From here, it only gets easier to scale.

        ❛❛ Aha! ❜❜   Murr cries victoriously, arms extended high over his head.  He wobbles, teetering on the wide branch he’s found purchase atop, and he cautiously throws his arms around the trunk to steady himself.  When he’s sure he won’t fall, he continues, one shoulder raising in the form of a lofty shrug.   ❛❛ See? Piece’a cake! ❜❜

        ❛❛ Y’fell though, ❜❜   Kuro points out.

        ❛❛ ONLY ONCE-- ❜❜   Murr huffs indignantly.   ❛❛ Yeesh…  ya really gotta critique my every move?  Just get up here, dummy.  ❜❜

       He watches as Kuro stares up into the sea of bark, clearly wondering whether he should.  He’s a small boy.  Trying to tackle something so big might just be a bad idea.  Nevertheless, he wants to seem cool to his best friend.  Murr is effortlessly so, and he wants to emulate that.  Murr doesn’t think too much, so neither should I.

       The ascent is difficult.  However, after a lot of determined wriggling and a hand up from his companion, Kuro stands atop the same branch he does.  Heights have never bothered him really.  Even though they’re a short ways off of the ground, a decent few feet between them and the grass below, he feels decidedly neutral about it.  What if I fall? is not a question that exists in his head.  Instead, he tilts his head up as Murr begins to climb higher.

        ❛❛ C’mon! ❜❜   he calls from a branch or two above.   ❛❛ Hard part’s over now! ❜❜

       The dedication with which they scramble upwards is admirable but wasted.  With nobody around to witness their bravehearted efforts, it becomes an odyssey fit only for two.  However, the ascent in itself is rewarding.  As they scale branches as easily as they do stairs, the sun beginning to peek through as less and less obscures it from view, excitement begins to pool in their stomachs.  Just one more branch is an incredibly addictive mindset once you’ve already committed to the climb.

       At some point they begin to slow down--  not out of fear but out of necessity.  The branches are getting thinner and thinner, more resembling twigs than safe places to stand on, and it begins to hinder their expedition.  Murr stops incredibly close to the top, trying to lean his body upwards so that he can attempt to break the surface of the leaves.  When he hears part of the branch crack under the strain, he hurriedly resets his stance, begrudgingly accepting that this is as high as he can go.

        ❛❛ So!  What do ya think? ❜❜   A glance is cast down to where they started.  All the way up here, locked away in a cocoon of wood and blossom, they feel untouchable;  as if they’ve found a small slice of another world tucked safely in the trees.   ❛❛ Not so bad when ya conquer it head-on, right?  Hey, we could set up a base here!  Nobody’d find us up here. ❜❜

        ❛❛ Yer momma might get mad--  ❜❜

        ❛❛ What she don’t know won’t kill her, ❜❜   Murr replies, shuffling down a short ways to be level with his friend.  The branch he stands atop isn’t thick, but it doesn’t groan under his weight either.  He thinks that means it’s fine.   ❛❛ Besides, she’s been lost ta the government already!  We’re out fer ourselves! ❜❜

       Kuro will be the first to admit that he doesn’t really understand the games that Murr plays with him sometimes.  They’re always ‘’running from the government’’ or ‘’hiding their thoughts from aliens’’;  making silly hats made of foil in barns and building ‘bunkers’ out of hay in fields. They hide from what Murr insists are spaceships whenever they see lights in the sky and build multitudes of small houses in bushes so that they’re ‘never in one place for too long’.  He goes along with it because it seems to make Murr happy.  He doesn’t mind playing with him, even if it can be difficult for his brain to keep up.  It’s fun.  It gives him a thrill, even if none of it is real.

        ❛❛ What would the Government want yer momma fer?  ❜❜

        ❛❛ Probably fer her cookin’, ❜❜   Murr replies idly as he begins to snake his way back down.   ❛❛ Secret agents get hungry too. ❜❜

        ❛❛ That makes sense. ❜❜

        He makes a comment about the High Court using her for her Wednesday Hot-Pot and Murr snorts with laughter.  That’s the best feeling in the world:  making Murr laugh.

        ❛❛ Now yer gettin’ it, ❜❜   Murr tells him through a snicker, the footfalls beneath him starting to get bigger as they make their way back down to the bottom.   ❛❛ ‘s like yer in my brain. ❜❜  There’s a pause then, an accusatory glance thrown over his shoulder.   ❛❛ Yer not in my brain, right? ❜❜

        ❛❛ No. ❜❜   There’s a pause as Kuro threads his body between two branches before he continues with:   ❛❛ But if I was, I wouldn’t tell y’. ❜❜

        ❛❛ … yer good. ❜❜

       They’re about halfway down when Murr begins to play the fool.  He starts pretending that he’s going to slip, kicking his feet up, throwing an arm back whenever he doesn’t need to hold on as much, and every time Kuro feels his heart leap into his throat.  They’re nowhere near as high as they were, closer to the ground than the sky, but that doesn’t mean that he wants to see him get hurt.  At one point he yells at him for being reckless  -  and that’s when he himself loses his footing.  It’s a minor blip in his concentration, but he feels his boot slip on the mossy finish of a branch he’s stood on and his sense of equilibrium is thrown sideways.  For just a moment, Murr thinks he’s joking, opening his mouth to make some smart comment, but all that escapes him is a cry of Kuro’s name as he realises that his friend is for real.

       His small body goes hurtling towards the ground, and when he lands in the grass he isn’t sure how to feel.  A flash of searing pain burns through his right side, hot and heavy before it dissipates into alarming numbness.  Stunned, Kuro doesn’t move.  His breathing is shallow, afraid to upset the temporary reverie he’s found in the blissful static that has consumed his arm.  For a short while, he hears nothing but the sound of his own blood pumping in his ears, elevated heartbeat seeming to hammer in his temples.

       Am I dying?  How high did I fall from?  I wasn’t even paying attention to myself--

        ❛❛ Hey!  HEY!! ❜❜

       The sound of Murr’s voice brings him back.  At some point, the boy had struggled his way down the tree, dropping safely into the grass below before dashing to his fallen friend.  When Kuro makes hazy eye contact with him, he realises that Murr’s are full of tears.

        ❛❛ … yer cryin’... ❜❜   It’s all he has to say.

        He watches his friend’s face, first a picture of horror and fear, dissolve into one of great relief.  There’s no blood…  no gruesome wound he’s going to have to heroically seal shut with his favourite hoodie;  just a dazed Kuro laying in the grass, bleary-eyed and blank.  Murr uses the sleeves of his jacket to wipe his eyes, a laugh full of both mirth and derision escaping him as he hovers over the other.  It’s the first time Kuro has seen him cry.  Though he knows that Murr is a softie beneath it all, he’s never let himself shed a tear in front of him.  It’s just part of his cool-guy routine.

        ❛❛ Screw off... ❜❜   he mutters fondly, reaching down to pat at his friend’s body, checking for damages.  When he reaches his arm, Kuro hisses, writhing in pain.  It’s the most emotion he’s shown since he fell, and Murr can’t help but be thankful for it.  His friend sometimes comes off as a robot.  He’s happy with his life yet unable to show it clearly, and Murr can’t for the life of him understand why.  Every day that he spends by his friend’s side is a day he wants to scream about from the rooftops.   ❛❛ A-Are yer legs okay? ❜❜   He watches as his friend bends them slightly, then nods.  His jeans are slightly ripped down one side, having caught a branch on his way down, but aside from a superficial scratch there doesn’t seem to be anything of note.   ❛❛ Yer made of steel, I swear ta Raku, ❜❜   Murr jokes with a feeble laugh, eyes shining with comfort as he watches his friend weakly smile back at him.  Kuro has such a quirky smile, barely there but full of warmth regardless.

       He slinks around to his friend’s other side, beginning to help him to his feet.  Kuro stumbles a little, ankles clicking under the weight of his unbalanced body, but no strain on his right arm renders him able to at least walk the short distance home.  Small fingers clutch at the broken appendage as if it’s going to drop off, and every so often as they descend the hill he stops and hisses, the decline in terrain sending small shocks of pain through his injured limb.

       When they get back to Murr’s house, they both receive an earful about listening to Murr’s mother.  However, both parents are quick to relent, walking Kuro home and explaining to his folks what happened.  His mother is quick to coddle him, arms thrown around him before she realises she’s hurting him.  His father tuts at him, but in the fond way he always has.   ❛❛ Dumbass, ❜❜   he says, lightly ruffling his hair before guiding him out of the house.  Perhaps there’d have been more commotion had their son been visibly distressed, but his impassive disposition lends them all a pang of reassurance.

       As much as they try to get Murr to go home, to convince him that once Kuro sees a doctor he’ll be fine, the boy refuses to stay behind, accompanying his friend to the local office.  They sit in the waiting area together while his father requests assistance from the receptionist.  So quaint and peaceful a place, Huron’s emergency services are never that pushed for space.  The majority of the time, it’s possible to simply walk in and request aid, especially if it’s for something dire.  Though Kuro doesn’t appear to be in much pain on the surface, a broken bone is still something of discernible gravity.

        ❛❛ … ya didn’t cry at all, ❜❜   Murr says quietly, nudging Kuro’s foot with his own.   ❛❛ Are ya sure yer not a drone from outer-space? ❜❜

        ❛❛ I’m quite sure, ❜❜   Kuro replies, head bobbing once in vague affirmation.  It’s quiet for a few seconds before he carries on.   ❛❛ … I was okay ‘cause y’came t’get me.  It hurts a lot, but just havin’ y’here with me makes me feel better. ❜❜

       His friend scoffs at him gently, his elbow knocking against his (  thankfully  )  good arm.  With a warm smile:   ❛❛ Of course I came t’get ya.  I’ll always come fer ya, Kuro. ❜❜

        ❛❛ Always? ❜❜         ❛❛ Always. ❜❜

       They both straighten up slightly as Kuro’s father emerges with a doctor by his side.  He wears a friendly smile that goes nicely with his pale coat.  He asks if Kuro is ready to see him and the boy nods his head, stopped only by Murr getting up and defensively standing between them.

        ❛❛ ‘n’ how do I know yer a real doctor, huh?  Ya could be a voodoo practitioner. ❜❜   He listens as the older man chuckles gently, pointing to his uniform, then to the official Huron embellishment sewn into his breast pocket.  Only licensed professionals have those.  He’s seen police officers that have the same emblem faithfully stitched into their sleeves, too.  This guy’s the real deal.   ❛❛ Hm… okay, but ya’d better be nice ta him. ❜❜

        ❛❛ I assure you that I will be, ❜❜   he replies, a gentle hand placed on Kuro’s uninjured arm, beginning to guide the boy into his office.  Despite his hardy exterior, Murr feels worried.  The anxiety he feels when they’re apart is intense, even with his young age.  His friend’s father’s hand lands gently on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze as he moves to sit down again. It’s alright, he tells him.  He’ll be alright.  It ain’t yer fault.

       It might be, Murr thinks to himself.  It very well might be.

                                                       _____   【 🞮 】   _____

       It feels like forever goes by before Kuro finally re-emerges from the room he entered.  Murr had fallen asleep in his seat without realising, waking up to the gentle nudge from his friend’s father.  When he sees his friend standing in front of him, sporting plaster and a somewhat dreamy expression, he can’t help but leap up, checking extensively for wounds that he didn’t enter with.  After feeling certain that he’s fine, he flicks lightly at the cast.

        ❛❛ Y’know, when I said we should get matchin’ sleeves when we got older, this ain’t quite what I had in mind. ❜❜

       Kuro laughs.   ❛❛ Damn…  I  kinda like this thing. ❜❜         ❛❛ Yer crazy.  Kooky Kuro has entered the stadium. ❜❜

       Kuro immediately whistles the beginning of the Passcode theme in response.  That gets Murr going, a boisterous bout of laughter escaping him as he re-enacts some of the song’s greatest dance segments in full right there in the waiting area.  That makes Kuro laugh too, though shorter, and his giddy display is interrupted by his friend thrusting a pen and a lollipop at him.

        ❛❛ The doc said that friends should sign the cast. ❜❜   As an after-thought:   ❛❛ I also convinced him t’give me two candies so you could have one. ❜❜

        ❛❛ Yer the best, ❜❜   Murr chants, plucking the pen from Kuro’s fingers and signing his name in big bold letters across the length of the cast.  Perhaps it’s selfish of him, but he doesn’t want to see anybody else’s name on this short expanse of pot.  He’ll draw all over it if he has to.  In fact…   ❛❛ Hey!  I’ll draw ya a sleeve on the other side!  Then ya’ll look cool! ❜❜   He pouts, though only playfully.   ❛❛ Can’t believe ya’ll have a ‘tattoo’ before me though... ❜❜

        ❛❛ If y’go break yer arm as well, I’ll draw a sleeve fer you too. ❜❜

       Murr snatches his lollipop from him then, sniggering to himself.   ❛❛ Screw off, Kuro. ❜❜

#🞮 ┋ ʜᴇ's ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ❜ ( kuro // main. ) #🞮 ┋ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ 'ᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇᴅ. ❜ ( kuro // ic. ) #drabbles * #/ IM GAAAAAAAAAY #NGL I LOVE EVERY SECOND OF THIS DRABBLE

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An Experiment Gone Wrong - 3

The last bit feat. LOTS OF PAIN

Sally tried to back up, but got cornered as the Devil walked towards her with the gun pointed at her face.

“Any last words?”

Sally looked around, noticing that the desk lamp was floating towards the direction the Devil’s facing.

“Desk lamp!” Sally shouted.

The desk lamp landed on the Devil’s head, making him unconscious as Sally runs out of the Devil’s grip.

Sally ran away as the bee cop cuffed the Devil. She met him outside not long after, him dragging the unconscious Devil to the police station.

“We caught him...” She panted.

Sally let the bee cop do his work as she left for the church again. The bodies had been taken away in preparation to be buried, but she hoped their spirits would still be around. The sun was coming down, and she sat in a pew, exhausted from today.

“Werner? Alfred? You guys there?”

There was no sign of any paranormal activity. Sally sighed to call out their names again.

"Werner? Alfred? You still here, we found the culprit."

Nothing happened again. Sally stood up, knowing that their spirits are gone. The church lights opened as Sally turned her back to find a big casket being carried by a group of men. The lady ran up to find both Dr. Kahl and Werner inside the same casket. The men placed the casket on a stand on the church stage, Sally stayed there to look at the corpse.

“Oh...that’s right. The funeral is tomorrow morning.” Sally remembered. She had gotten wrapped up in the quest to bring them to justice that she’d almost forgotten about it.

It seemed like the ghosts weren’t going to appear tonight, so Sally made the decision to leave the church. But before she did, she positioned Kahl and Werner so that they were holding each other’s hands.

The ghosts appeared just as she left, completely missing their chance to see her. The two of them decided to inspect their bodies in the double casket. 

“Goodness, does my head wound look that big?” Kahl asked.

“Alfred, mine looks bigger.” Werner inspected.

“I look like I overslept.” Kahl giggled.

“So do I!”

The two men continue to laugh and talk until they noticed something inside. “Look at our hands, Wern.”

Kahl pointed to the bodies. Wern closely inspected to find his corpse’s hand on his husband’s hand, Kahl’s body did the same. 

“Do you get what this means?”

“Könnte sein, vat does it mean?”

“It means they want us to be together, Wern. Even though we were killed just before I finish my vow.”

Werner repeatedly blink and quivered his mouth, looking at the bodies again. Noticing both hands have their wedding bands on them. “Zat vas very sweet of zhem.”

The funeral had two extra guests hiding up above the rest of the crowd where nobody else could see. The ghosts of Kahl and Werner were curious to see what people had to say about them, and who would show up. 

The church was filled with Inkwell residents, some they knew well but others they didn’t know who had heard of the tragedy and wanted to pay respects. All of the windows on one side of the church were open for the robot to view from outside. The organist finished playing, and the first person to deliver a eulogy took the stand.

The ghosts sat of the front empty pew, listening to what Sally’s going to say.

 “Werner and Alfred were supposed to be a happy, loving, and joyful couple. However, that didn’t happen. Both of them were shot on the head by one of the Devil’s minions. I wanna give my respect to both of my friends. Werner, my childhood friend, he was someone I’d talk to whenever I feel upset. Alfred on the other hand, was just someone I met last year. Werner introduced him to me, I was happy to have another friend. For now, I’ll let the two rest and be together in a better place.”

Sally left the podium. “Is there someone else who wants to talk?” Bon Bon stood up.

Sally went back to her seat as the baroness went up to the podium. Little did Sally know that Werner and Kahl were sitting next to her, hearing what people were gonna say about them.

“Zat vas very sweet, Sally” Werner patted her shoulder, although she can’t hear or feel him.

Bon Bon took her place at the pedestal.

“I didn’t know Werner very well, aside from that he made Dr. Kahl a very happy man. But I did know Dr. Kahl. I knew him since I was little, and was always welcomed into his workshop and helped his son feel welcome in this world. Growing up in a family that was mostly composed of people groveling at my feet because of my status as Baroness, going to his run-down factory to visit him and the robot felt more...down to earth. It was like having a secret second family who loved me because I was a curious little kid who wanted to learn. And Alfred Kahl was always willing to teach.”

Kahl clutched his hands over his chest.

“That’s so sweet of her...”

“The world lost not just a brilliant mind, but a brilliant person. And I hope that wherever he is, he knows we love and miss him.”

Each eulogy the residents gave made both Werner and Kahl emotional, both knowing how people think of them. 

Werner's stomach started to rumble. "Alfred, I'm hungry."

"There's food at the back. Let me lead you there."

The two men sneaked, even though no one can see them, got the table to find a variety of food on the table.

The two started to gobble up the food from the table. Wally Jr. who was sitting near the table, can see the food floating in mid air. 

"Dad..." He shook his father's wing. "The food is floating!"

“Son, don’t make a scene.” Wally scolded before noticing the same thing Junior did. “...What on earth?”

The other guests began to notice one by one as well. Soon everyone was staring in the direction of the ghosts, unsure how to react or process this. 

“...Alfred? I zhink we’ve been caught.”

“Well then. Should we appear?”

"Maybe not."

The ghosts slowly brought down the food back on the plates. As they were placing going back to their seat, they started to turn bluish and translucent. 

"Wern, why are you appearing?"

"I don't know, vhy are you appearing?"

The two men continued, not knowing that the guest were watching them.

The two ghosts were now completely visible to all the guests, staring at them in wide-eyed silent shock. Nobody knew what to say or how to react, until Werner decided to break the silence.

“Danke shoen, everyone. Ve vatched ze whole funeral. You all had very kind words to say, and ve appreciate it.”

Sally stepped forwards tentatively, a soft smile on her face. “They caught the guy who did it. The Devil sent a hitman to...”

A lump caught in her throat and her bottom lip began to quiver. Werner consoled her, hugging her even though she couldn’t feel it.

"Oh Werner, I missed you! I was looking for your spirits yesterday, but you guys didn't show up."

"Ve usually show up after 6 or somezhing, but I'm glad to see you again."

Sally wiped her tears as she lets go of Werner. "I'm actually surprised that you guys actually showed up on your own funeral. As a ghost, of course."

"We have one more eulogy before we finish." The two ghosts went up to the podium, with Kahl going first.

Kahl’s ghost cleared his throat.“Werner Werman was an incredible man, and though his life was rough for several years, he never let that bring down his spirits. Most of you may know him as a war veteran or a skilled mechanical engineer, but I knew him first as a friend, then something more.”

Werner was giving Kahl a tear-filled smile as he spoke.

“He was a compassionate man who refused to be defined by his hard life, or be jaded by it. My fiancé may be gone, but I know he’s in a better place. Because he never really left.” Kahl stepped down to let Werner take the podium next.

Werner stepped over to the podium, taking a view breaths of anticipation before starting his speech. “Dr. Alfred Kahl vas a brilliant man. His life vas somezhing extraordinary. He built a robot vith a soul, he made people happy, vhen ve bumped into each other, he made me happy zat I found someone to be vith. Ve vere friends at first, but as ze months passed, ve became more zhan just friends.”

Kahl smiled, eyes starting to water.

“He vas someone zat vill alvays talk to you. I know my fiancé is gone, but like vat Alfred said, he never left because I’m vith him.”

Werner stepped down from the podium to hug his ghost husband. The guests started praising and clapping.

“But are we legally husbands? I haven’t even finished my vow. Where’s the pastor? He hasn’t announced us man and husband yet.”

The pastor was among the guests at the funeral, standing up to give an officiation for the ghosts. He could see that the wedding bands Sally had put on them earlier were still on their ghostly fingers. He decided to skip most of the speech and go directly to the part the men had been waiting to hear.

“Do you, Alfred, take Werner to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, ‘til death ‘til you part?”

“We aren’t going to part, even in death. But yes. I do.”

“And do you, Werner Werman, take Alfred to have and to hold, as long as you both after-live?”

“I do.”

“Then I now pronounce you man and husband. You may now kiss the groom.”

Kahl leaned in to his husband again. Everyone started to celebrate just like it’s a wedding. The robot blew a small popper from outside. The two men pulled over, hugging afterwards.

“Alfred, I love you. Even if death tried to take us apart.”

For some reason, Kahl and Werner’s corpses slowly started to smile. Could this be some spiritual connection to their late-marriage?

“Alfred, look!” Werner pointed at the casket.

“...How is that possible?” Kahl asked.

“I don’t know, but I think it’s a sign.”

“You know, you may be right. We’ve been officially married and we’ve been avenged so maybe this means...?”

The two men held hands as they started to glow a little brighter. “Ve can finally be at peace.”

They started to glow brighter until they were both bright white haloed silhouettes. The guests couldn’t tell if they kissed or not, their faces moved closer to each other as they were glowing their brightest. But as soon as their faces touched, there was a bright flash that blinded the whole church for a moment then vanished.

Sally felt a little bit of bittersweet relief. The men were finally free of this world and gone to a better place beyond the mortal realm, but that meant they were gone forever.

“...We’ll miss you.”

#an experiment gone wrong #apparently we like writing funerals